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Good Omens Family: Sarah's six year old blessing incident
Yesterday after my first post about this I was wondering, how did Aziraphale and Crowley's daughter learn that heaven and hell were real? And I remembered how Hastur would probably try to use Sarah to get back at Crowley.
So one sunny summer day as Crowley chills as a snake in the garden keeping an eye on Sarah while he also dozed in the sun. She was just reading while leaning against the base of the tree that had been there when Zira and Crowley had moved into the cottage. All of the plants were also watching over her, they knew that as long as she was around Crowley would not punish them because she wanted to see them get better.
It was much like most other sunny afternoons with Crowley fondly thinking of how Sarah was so much like his Angel when he fell asleep. After the sleep had deepened partly naturally and partly due to a repression spell that was aimed at him for that purpose. Everything carefully set Hastur who had possessed the body of a little old lady and walked along the lane. In front of the little cottage he caused the body to drop the large basket spilling the contents.
Sarah's attention was drawn by the noise and quickly hurried up to her gate to see what the problem was. A look to her sleeping dad to check before she exited the gate, "Would you like some help?" The six year old asked the being posing as a harmless granny with all the innocence and trust of childhood.
With as warm of a smile that Hastur could draw out of the body, "That would be lovely dear." Coming closer Sarah picked up the spilled vegetables and held the basket up for the possessed granny to take. She was close enough for him to fully grab now but the smell was causing his vessels nose to twich. And the granny let out a sneeze.
Sarah looked up at him, "Bless your soul." Then she started screaming as the grandma was set on fire. Crowley, like any parent, woke up in a panic on hearing the sound and instantly turned back to his more human form.
Darting out as fast as a snake Crowley jumped over the fence and pulled Sara away from the flaming grandma before summoning water to douse the poor woman. Sending the grandma to the hospital with a wave of his hand Crowley quickly knelt down to comfort his sobbing daughter, "I'm a murderer!"
"Shhh, it's alright dove," wrapping her in his arms and picking her up, "I'm here." Walking into the house, "The granny's not dead either so you're not a murder." After getting Sarah a cup of tea and some biscuits she was finally calm enough to answer, "Can you tell me what happened before she was on fire?"
Sarah was a stress eater so she downed three biscuits before answering, "She dropped her basket so I asked if she needed help. When she said yes I picked up her vegies and put them back, and as I handed her back her basket she sneezed." Crowley was watching her carefully as the kid finshed, "So I blessed her like Papa said to."
"And she caught fire after you blessed her?" Crowley had leaned forward and there was a snakelike glint in his eyes as he asked.
Sarah nodded, "Why did she catch fire Dad?" Before he could formulate an answer her eyes filled with tears, "Did I do something wrong?"
Scooping her up again, "No, you did exactly what you were supposed to do." Hugging his daughter close Crowley silently cursed whichever demon scared her so much to the darkest torture pit of hell. He and Aziaphale would need to find a way to explain to Sarah about what had really happened today.
It was close to dinner when Azirphale got home after closing the library when Crowley met him at the door with a kiss. Noticing the lack of a little girl running up to hug him, "Where's Sarah?"
Seeing the old hunted look come into Crowley's eyes as he answered, "In the greenhouse."
Taking his husbands face into his hands Zira asked, "What happened?" On hearing the events of the day he sat down and they started talking about how to explain things to their little girl.
And that was how Sarah learned about Heaven and Hell. Also there was a new set of guidelines and rules to try to keep her safe from another attack.
My Good Omens LGBTQ+ Headcanons
If I misused any romantic, sexuality or gender identity, let me know.
Here are mine:
Aziraphale: Panromantic, Demisexual, Graysexual, Agender(he/they)
Crowley: Demiromantic, Demisexual, Graysexual, Genderfluid
Anathema Device: Pansexual, Cisgender
Newton Pulsifer: Straight, Cisgender
Adam Young: Straight, Biromantic, Cisgender
Madame Tracy: Bisexual, Cisgender
Sergeant Shadwell: Straight, Cisgender
Gabriel: Aroace, Agender(he/they)
Pepper: Pansexual, Cisgender
Brian: Gay, Cisgender
Wensleydale: Aroace, Non-binary(they/them)
Beelzebub: Biromantic, Graysexual, Non-binary(confirmed)
Hastur: Aromantic, Gay, Cisgender
Ligur: Gay, Cisgender
Michael: Bellussexual, Agender(she/they)
good omens
having fun with inktober so far!
just doodling my favorite characters of Good Omens😗
P.S.
I'm back bitches😎
One of my favourite GO ships, I love your art style so much I’ve been waiting to see hastur and ligur in your style for so long
Ew! I mean, AWWWWW! Some ships should sink, but this one refuses to.
Or: IMMA MAKE EVERYONE KISS LIKE CHILD ME DID WITH MY BARBIE DOLL AND ALL MY NEIGHBOR’S G.I.JOES
DANCE OMENS
Sketch fest tonight and had some fun with an exercise in movement. Enjoy!
The Will of Yhtill
A Poem for the Playwright.
Artist: Travis Holmes/WendigoMoon
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To come by force or by free will
In ruined Carcosa lies the king
Do not come closer for it is Yhtill
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The presence that makes all chill
See what the yellow sign bring
To come by force or by free will
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Many driven wild until ill
A play to make the voices sing
Do not come closer for it is Yhtill
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Not till the tyrant has had their fill
Go forth for the Yellow King
To come by force or by free will
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Can't defy: he takes you still
In his hands is a fearful thing
To come by force or by free will
Do not come closer for it is Yhtill
SAVAGE
watercolour and ink doodles bc my laptop is dying. Reposts are nasty but reblogs are hella appreciated by crowley
Meet Hastur!
Hastur has a thick Midwestern accent, and occasionally likes to dress up like a cowboy and ride on a horse through urban centers while singing bad karaoke of the latest popular music.
is identity v fandom alive
It’s been a WHILE and I think I never posted it here lmao
hERE my friends dragged me back to the game and I’m having the time of my life
here’s some Haseli content it was a huge thing back then jfjfjfjfnr bye
Oh I also did their aesthetics they’re under the cut~
“If my people hear I rescued an angel, I'll be the one in trouble. And my lot do not send rude notes!”
You ever wonder why Crowley took a decades long nap after he rescued Aziraphale from the Bastille, and then woke up looking for a way to defend himself against his own people? Because I do.
Who wants to see more awful pulls from me ?! Noone!
Here they are:
Pazuzu I want you to stay away from me. I am not a reptile! Even though I have the souls of like 20 snakes /lizard in me, but you don't know that (maybe).
I just wanted Hastur...
And for those who want to know how my pulls with ticket went...well imagine wasting your time pulling 15 3 stars you already have one by one.
My bad luck on this banner is astounding.
“Sir, I suggest we leave the humans alone. Because they killed an elder god. No sir, not ‘some little bullshit local god.’ Hastur, sir. The King in Yellow.”
Maggot Husbands
If anyone here ships Hastur and Ligur: Please give me ideas for oneshots x.x I wanna write about them so badly but I don't know what to write ;^;
Maggot Husbands
This fanfiction is inspired by @dustinkropp ‘s art^^
I’m sorry it took so long^^”
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It was one of the warmest, loveliest nights of the year. Of course, Hastur didn’t know that because he was sitting in his room, 666ft under the earth, looking at an old picture that had been taken a long time ago. „Happy 747th anniversary, Ligur.“ He said, feeling as weird as ever for talking to a picture. It felt strange for him, even though it helped him to somehow and slowly get over his partner’s death. Knowing someone for such a long time Hastur has known Ligur, makes one get emotionally attached to them, no matter whether one was a demon or an angel. „I have to go to earth again, you know? Some business meeting with one of the angels. Maybe I’ll ask him for some holy water to just end all of this crap. Hehe… I wish you were here, I miss you.“ The duke put the frame back on his desk and stretched, most of his bones cracking due to the fact that he had hardly moved in almost five hours. _Maybe I should really ask. All these emotions make me sick, I can’t handle this much longer…_ „At least you don’t have to do any paperwork anymore…“ He murmured, before grabbing some paper and a pen and leaving the office.
A pleasant smell filled the warm air around him, as he walked through the almost quiet streets, paying as little attention to the people as possible. _Goddess, I hate this planet, why is it always me who gets sent here?_ He thought to himself, humming a calm tune he has known for so many centuries; It was a song that Ligur had sung to him, way back when hell had not yet been a thing. Back when everyone was up there, peaceful and without any real sorrows. Everyone had been happy, even Beelzebub, who always had had the brightest smile of them all. But even though Hastur had already had feelings for Ligur back then, it had taken him way too much time to finally tell him and later propose to him. _747 years… that’s nothing for us…_
The demon stopped for a moment, feeling something cold running down his cheeks; he wiped it away, realizing that he had been crying for at least five minutes. „That’s new… Fuck this pain is going to kill me sooner or later.“ He commented, trying to hold more tears back. _I hope it’ll be as soon as possible._
Caught in his thoughts he continued walking through the streets, taking a turn every now and then before finally coming to a halt near a small forest. Nobody else was there, not a single thing to distract him from said thoughts so he just kept on humming the song that still caused him so much pain. A few more minutes passed until Hastur decided that a cigarette couldn’t hurt. He pulled one out of his coat pockets, put it in his mouth and lit it with the fire he summoned from his hand. The nicotine rushed through his body and made him feel much less tense. Smoking always made him feel more relaxed, especially because he didn’t get to do it very often. Hell was a no-smoking area, so everyone either had to leave or do it secretly.
„Oh, hello! I’m sorry for being late, I got lost on my way here. You must be Hastur, right? I’m-“ The duke’s head shot up, he knew that voice as well ass his own and he couldn’t help but stare at the other in disbelief. „Ligur! You- but you were… Ligur!“ He repeated before he rushed towards the angel, carelessly dropping the cigarette on the floor. „I’m sorry, you must have mistaken me for somebody else.“ Ligur answered, slowly taking a step backward. „My name’s Amriel and I was sent here for-“ Hastur interrupted him again, wrapping his arms around the angel tightly but carefully, hoping that he didn’t scare him off: „I thought I lost you! Did you really forget me? You’re joking, right?“ „I don’t know you, sorry!“ „Not at all? Do I not even seem familiar? Does holy water turn demons into angels again? Goddess, I thought you were fucking dead!“ Hastur continued whining, sobbing grossly. A warm hand was put on his back softly and the former demon started to speak again: „You don’t sound like you’re lying… Help me remember you then, will you? It seems like we were good friends.“ Hastur pulled away, cupping the other’s face with his shaking hands: „We were a couple, Ligur! I love you!“ Tears were streaming down his face as he put his lips on Amriel’s, slowly to see if he was going to pull away. He didn’t. It was a short kiss, the kind of kiss you would give someone after coming home from work, but it was enough to make Hastur’s heart flutter with the kind of joy he shouldn’t even feel as a demon. It had been too long since he had kissed his boyfriend the last time and now he was standing there without even knowing who he was. The angel put a finger on his mouth, thinking for a moment: „That felt… that felt familiar. Hehe… I think I will trust you. Heaven said I shouldn’t.“ Hastur chuckled quietly: „That’s what hell told me about… well they didn’t mention which angel I was going to meet. They just don’t want us to trust anyone, you know? You were one of the most mistrusting persons I knew.“ They just stood there in awkward silence for a while before Amriel took Hastur’s hand and led him into the forest: „I saw a nice place on my way here. It’s not too far away, we can go there and talk if you like.“ The duke smiled again and nodded happily.
„…and that over there is called „Cepheus“.“ The angel explained, pointing up to the sky. Of course, he wasn’t aware of the fact that Hastur knew that since he was present when the constellation was made but it didn’t matter. Hastur didn’t tell him and just lay there, his head in Amriel’s lap, and listened to his loved one’s voice. After a while, both of them just gazed up into the night sky while the demon softly hummed his song and let the angel pet his head absentmindedly. „You used to sing this song to me. Thousands of years ago, when both of us were angels. Back when everything was so peaceful and hell didn’t exist. You probably don’t remember, I don’t even remember it clearly.“ He let out a sigh: „I don’t even know what exactly you sang. It’s been way too long.“ Amriel kept stroking his hair, now humming the sad tune himself and closing his eyes. Hastur melted into the touch and had trouble staying awake. Of course, as I demon he didn’t need sleep, but it’s been a long time since he had been so calm around anyone. After the fall, Ligur had been the only person that he had trusted so life became more stressful for him after the incident with the holy water.
When Amriel suddenly started speaking again, the duke twitched slightly and opened his eyes: „We used to dance, didn’t we?“ Hastur sat up and chuckled again: „Yes. It was terrible, we may have better music but heaven has the best choreographers.“ „I didn’t mean that. I meant in the beginning. Before the war. Before hell. We used to dance. A rather slow dance.“ He stood up and placed his hands on an invisible partner. Then he moved around slowly, trying his best to remember the few steps. „I think you need to start with the right foot.“ Hastur commented, taking the imaginary person’s place. „And I have to start left.“ They tried it again and slowly figured out the correct way together.
„Oh, I’m sorry.“ Amriel said after stepping on the duke’s foot once more. „It’s fine, don’t worry. I stepped on your feet more often.“ Both of them laughed and looked in each other’s eyes before the angel pulled Hastur closer for a second kiss; this time it lasted longer and was far more passionate than before. If they had been human, they probably would have passed out from the lack of oxygen in their brains. But since they weren’t it took another two minutes until they finally broke the kiss. Amriel cupped his face gently: „I’m afraid we have to go home now. They’ll be wondering where we are. But I promise that we’ll meet again.“ Hastur hesitated and put his hand on the angel’s: „Do you really promise it? I can’t take another eternity without you! That’s what it felt like…“ His eyes watered up again, but he managed to pull himself together this time. „Of course I do. I’m an angel, I wouldn’t lie.“ Amriel joked, placing a soft kiss on Hastur’s forehead. „I’ll try to arrange another meeting with you. Just invent something for today.“ The duke nodded in response: „Huh, we used to make fun of Crowley and that other angel when we saw them together. And now look at us.“ A small laugh escaped his lips although he knew that he would be alone again. Amriel took his hand and they went back to where they had met earlier. Most of the time they were silent and just enjoyed each other’s company for as long as they could.
A few minutes later Hastur stood there again, near the same forest, smoking a cigarette. He watched the angel disappear into the shadows of the trees and couldn’t help smiling. He’d spent so much time grieving over a person who wasn’t dead, it almost felt ridiculous. Still smiling, he made his way back, humming a familiar tune that had been in his head for thousands of years.
Ok so everyone talks about how Crowley might have been Raphael before the fall.....But what if it was Beezlebub????
I mean it makes sense, why else would they be the LORD of Hell while Hastur and Ligur are Dukes???? Why is there a heirarchy in Hell (Just like in Heaven) and Beezlebub is at the top of it (just below Satan, obviously)??? And also, everyone ships Beez and Gabriel because let's be honest, it's hilarious. But in the series, in the ONE SCENE they are together, they don't fight or bicker. In fact, they work together and seem to hold no ill will even though Beezlebub is LITERALLY THE LORD OF HELL. It's almost like they knew each other before the Fall. And wouldn't it make sense for Beezlebub to be a fallen Archangel if they are in the highest possible position in Hell and is in charge of all of the demons? JUST like Gabriel, Michael, etc, are in charge of all of the angels and have arguably the highest position in Heaven.
It would also add to maybe why Beez fell. Maybe they were the ones who liked the humans (Unlike the angels, Beezlebub is NEVER shown talking bad about humans) and Crowley followed Beezlebub. Not Satan. In fact, Crowley fell for "asking questions" (why the humans aren't seen as more than rats in a maze?) and "hung around with the wrong people" (Beezlebub).
It also explains why Beezlebub, or rather "Hell" likes Crowley so much even though he doesnt really do anything evil, AND why Hastur and Ligur don't trust Crowley (because he, along with Beezlebub, fell AFTER the rebellion)
Ok ok ok... Rant finished
Edit: I refer to Beezlebub as "they" because the angels/demons are beings who dont have a specific gender and I dont think they ever specify in the book or series what gender Beez presents as
King in Yellow's Collage!!
I should really stop avoiding doing Arthur's. ANyway reasonings and playlist link under the cut
A theatre, because the book The King in Yellow is a screenplay
The masks of comedy and tragedy since he does reside over performance, and masks are very his thing.
The vague figures on the "stage" are distorted dancers. He has a squadron of dancers, and madness distorts things.
Three crowns to symbolize him and his 2 separate selves, Yellow & John. John's crown is on the left, Yellow is on the right.
A crowd since he does have a cult, and to have a play and a cult you need an audience and cultists.
Of course the Yellow Sign, Hastur's symbol.
Gold jewelry since he's the eldritch entity of decadence.
Now on the top, tendrils to represent the tendrils of his cloak.
And several colored moons to represent the moons he represents and The Dreamlands.
Thanks @eldritchqueerture and @morbid248 for KiY info