Heya! Here Is My Second Contribution To Reverse Bang! It Was An Amazing Journey And I’m So So So SO

‘Guaradians’

It’s been two years since I rebloged a little teaser of my submission for Of Feathers & Wings: A Good Omens Zine. I guess it’s time to post the full picture 😅

Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day

Oh my God, you're so gooood and talented artist! I don't even know which one of your drawings I like the most.

Hellfire

(I started to hate this half way through so I left it super sketchy and played around with the colors a lot lol)

i just fell in love for this artist. it’s so dynamic … [Darya Guryeva]

I wouldn't say it better, thank you I'm going to be sentimental. Thanks to everyone from the kindest fandom I ever be part of, you're making amazing job.

When I read fanfiction or look at art, I fall in love again and again in so so many ways with them. Every. Damn. Time.

I've seen lots of fans remark on how wonderful it is that the Good Omens fandom leaves space for such diverse interpretations of the characters and story. So many of us find different ways to see ourselves in Aziraphale and Crowley, whether that's our identities or experiences or interests...

But for me this goes beyond just having space for different fans' preferences. What amazes me about this fandom is that I adore and resonate with so many seemingly conflicting interpretations of Aziraphale and Crowley's story, and I think lots of others do too. I'll read a fic in which they've been together romantically for 6000 years and it makes as much sense to me as one in which they get together after thwarting the apocalypse, and of course I'll love a queer platonic take on their relationship just as much. I read fics in which they are asexual and I'm like "yeah, exactly!" on the same day that I'll savor a tender and sexy PWP fic. I've read and seen them portrayed as every experience of gender identity and been like "yup, that's them (and I see myself in that too)". I've read different takes on how they experience human mental health or neurodiversity and they all resonate. I've read fics where Aziraphale's kisses burn like holy water and I'm thinking, "of course that is what would happen"; fics where angel kisses turn to freckles ("obviously"); then I'll read a different interpretation where kisses are just soft and human and that makes perfect sense too.

What's amazing about this experience is that I don't recall feeling this way about previous fandoms and ships. With other ships I tended to have a singular narrative in my head about "how it would be", and beyond AUs I felt like the fandom kind of did too. Maybe that's because I'm older now, but I don't think it's just my age... this fandom is fundamentally queerer and more pluralistic.

The way that the Good Omens fandom invites us all to hold multiple different headcanons and interpretations without them feeling "conflicting" is amazing. It's a beautiful expression of plurality, empathy, and fluidity that itself reflects a rather queer and feminist way of seeing the world. And that's lovely. What if we saw more of the real world that way, with room for gray area and nuance? Letting two conflicting things be true at once, just like Crowley and Aziraphale integrate darkness/light? Like them, we're conditioned to think about binary options and "two sides". Like them, we can inspire each other to see life more fluidly than that, while also taking a firm stand for something we believe in.

yep, I did some digital paint of fluffy zira ^^

Writers claim how they like reading comments on their stories. But you know what feels even better? When reader receives a reply on the comment from the writer after several years. This, I call a reward. It made my day. And I read the fic again, the cutiest thing ever.

(no intent to force writers to reply on every comment, and in an instant. I'm just very happy for this little gift, even after such long time)

I didn’t know I need Aziraphale to say Fuck so madly after reading this post.

I feel like Aziraphale and Crowley will be forced to speak to each other by Nina and Maggie and so they will sit in one room locked up by them and they’re going to be absolutely fuming and still refusing to talk

But they will finally snap and start fighting through which they will mention all the misunderstandings over the years

YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE HOMELESS

IT WAS NOT YOUR PROBLEM

YES IT WAS I’D NEVER LET YOU LIVE IN A CAR

YOU TOLD ME I WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

I NEVER SAID THAT

YOU CALLED ME ONE OF THE BAD GUYS

THAT’S NOT… THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU AND YOU TOLD ME NOTHING LASTS FOREVER!

I MEANT THE BOOKSHOP! I CHOSE YOU OVER THE BOOKSHOP!

YOU WANTED ME TO BE AN ANGEL LIKE I WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH THE WAY I AM

I WANTED YOU TO BE HAPPY AND SAFE! YOU NEVER TOLD ME GABRIEL WANTED ME TO SHUT UP AND DIE!

I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU!

I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU TOO!

6 thousand years of misunderstandings until they stop and need to catch a breath because fucking hell and Aziraphale says fuck this and grabs Crowley the way he grabbed him and kisses him

My first digital dtiys, guys - still not finihed yet.

I worked on this piece for few days (there was a sketch on paper once, maybe a week ago...) and I am thinking I never finish it and I KNOW that @whiteleyfoster​ and her beautiful art worth for making it in proper way. So, I hope it’s ok if I’ll post it? And I am sorry I cannot do it right, but I would like to show you as well.

I just want to say (in a very odd way) how she inspired me and how deeply I fell in love with her Prince of Omens AU.  

(I just post it before it ends in my “never finished works”)

I don't think my punishment was the Fall.

I think God put me in that garden, and you on the Eastern wall, knowing you were everything I'd ever want and everything I could never have.

My punishment was never to be a demon; the Serpent of Eden; the Fallen.

God cursed me to spend millennia walking the Earth, desperately and maddeningly in love with you, knowing that I could never have you.

The Ineffable Plan became my Ineffable Punishment; for a crime I didn't realise I'd committed until it was too late.

It's always too late, isn't it?