Helena: For the record, everyone here should go read Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s Good Omens as soon as possible. Brilliant British humor, back-to-front knowledge of the Book of Revelations, and amazing characterization are only the first few reasons. But you do not need to read any Crowley/Aziraphale fanfiction, as I am going to summarize… Continue reading Helena’s Reviews: Good Omens Fanfiction
Still 1991, on the M16: Radio: I see a little silhouette-oh of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, can you do the fandango Thunderbolts and lighting, very very frighting — Aziraphale: Crowley? Be a dear and come down to the shop, will you? I seem to be under attack.
Aziraphale: This really isn’t necessary… Integra: You won’t be hurt. Just give us the location of the scroll. Crowley: I don’t think ssso. Integra: Eep!
Integra (narrating): So there I was, held hostage by the shop owner’s friend… Aziraphale: Ah, Crowley! Crowley: We seem to have reached an impasse. Alucard: Put her down. Crowley: You firssst. And don’t try any tricks. Narration: And did I mention he was a demon? Crowley: You may be a vampire, but I’m meaner than… Continue reading Good Books 16/33
Integra: […..] Crowley: What was that? What did you just say? [hurgh] [lick]
[SHRIEK] Aziraphale: Crowley! What did she do? Crowley: Da–bles–Jes–Ada– [SIZZLE] Holy spit!
[whoosh] Aziraphale: There there. It’s a small burn. You’ll be fine. Integra: Alucard! Who is he? What is he? Aziraphale: I say! You’re a very rude girl! This is my shop. Who are you?
Integra: I — I’m Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing. We’re on a mission from God. Aziraphale: Oh, I rather doubt that. I would have heard about it. Crowley: Yeah, like Upstairs is so good at communicating with you. Aziraphale: Do shut up, dear. Donnie: Excuse me! You haven’t started without me, have you?
Integra: Agent Paper! Aziraphale: Dear me! You know these people? Donnie: Hi, Aziraphale! Looks like I’ve arrived just in time!
Crowley: Can I take on thisss one, or does he have tricks up his sleeves too? Aziraphale: No need to worry, dear. Donnie moves paper with his mind. So I’ve taken the precaution of miracling away the supply he brought with him. Now the only paper left in here is the books. Donnie cares about… Continue reading Good Books 24/33