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Posted on 2010.02.13 at 15:20
(For the continuing of IC threads!)

standard British gentleman.

[lol more HP AU? ready set go]

Posted on 2007.07.20 at 12:31
[one (1) new-ish Hogwarts professor of Divination is sitting in the Hog's Head. he is possibly making a brilliant attempt at getting himself drunk.

... \o/]

this is my standard "..." icon., argyle ellipses!

[... :|b]

Posted on 2007.07.19 at 14:20
Ah, Anthony, I didn't see you there. I've just been dusting the shelves -- a moment, please.

z lose my head next.

IC post!

Posted on 2007.03.26 at 16:43
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[there is an angel. lost. in the library. :( it's biiiiiig, etc.]

standard British gentleman.

Unfinished recs list!

Posted on 2007.01.25 at 23:15
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I am possibly trying to avoid finishing my paper and going to sleep -- and as such, GO fic recs! Two wonderful communities for the GO fandom are lower_tadfield and stjamespark, if you're so inclined.

Also, as a brief... warning? you'll notice that I rec a few authors quite a bit. That may be because I fangirl them. Righteously. So yes. :Db

afrai
*Child's Play, He's the one with the sword, thought Crowley. He may be a twelve-year-old boy with the fighting weight of a hamster, but he's the one with the sword.
*City of Angels, "That was the idea. That Ducks should be one of the things that do not change. No matter the mad whirl of events around them, the drama or mundanity of life, Ducks will always remain the same. There will always be a certain essential duckness to them. They will be a -- comfort to those who suffer Change."
*Living Arrangements, "They said I had to be corrected," said Aziraphale. Evenness, that was the key. As long as he was calm, as long as he had control -- "They told me to see it as an opportunity, not aproblem."
*Persuasion, "You smell like wet pigeon."
* The Sacred and the Profane, But he was alive, and for the moment the Beast was an innocent blue-eyed baby and Zirah wasn't stalking anyone with an unabridged dictionary and a nasty gleam in his eyes, and the world . . . the world was amazing.
*Salvation, "Well, you can't really be saved, can you, if you're a demon? Besides, I thought you liked being, um. Evil."


Daegaer
*Like the Smoke of a Furnace
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standard British gentleman.

Massive Linkage!

Posted on 2006.09.08 at 15:32
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Current Music: Strauss - Salome, Op. 54, Dance Seven Veils
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and what does the duck say?, pursed lips.
Posted on 2006.08.12 at 20:53
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Current Music: Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. One
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Typed up from my favorite scene from Good Omens. It is superior. :D

Just because you're an angel doesn't mean you have to be a fool.Collapse )

feed the ducks.

APP!

Posted on 2006.01.28 at 04:00
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Current Music: October Project - Funeral in His Heart
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Character: Aziraphale

Series: Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

Character Age: 6000+, though he appears in his early to mid-50s

Job: Librarian

Canon: Picture, in your mind, an older gentleman: he owns a bookshop (and this bookshop, like any good privately-owned bookshop, keeps inconvenient hours and really only exists as a place to house the owner's book collection); takes lunch at the Ritz in London with his good friend (pardon the fact that this friend is a demon, please; the reality that they're supposed to be enemies is often overlooked in favor of having someone to go driving with); and just so happens to have been the angel at the East Gate in the Garden of Eden, who was present when Adam and Eve fell and rather thought that they looked cold, the poor dears, and was giving them his flaming sword really that big of a deal?

This older gentleman would be Aziraphale, Heaven's representative on Earth. To the average observer he appears British, intelligent, and gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. (He is indeed intelligent, was perhaps "British" before Britain existed, and is only male because he makes an effort to be.) He thinks tartan is stylish; is extremely polite, though wields a razor sharp wit and a tendency to become impatient; addresses everyone as "my dear"; and calls the Velvet Underground "bebop". Also, through the general incompetence of himself and his demonic counterpart Crowley (which is to say that they rather liked Earth and Heaven has no sushi restaurants), he helped to prevent the Apocalypse. All in a day's work.


App:

My. This is an interesting little corner of America, isn't it? When I received my assignment I was unsure of what I would stumble upon, but it would appear that my fears were unfounded, or in the very least were concerning the wrong matters. I believe I'll find my way to the library, then, and set up post... Oh, where are my manners? Please call me Mr Fell. I apologize, my dears. It seems I am a bit out of sorts: the flight was rather long, and boy, are my arms tired! ... Ah, ahem.

I do not wish to dwell on the lack of amenities at this camp, but I wonder about the location. Surely it would be more conducive to the education process to house such a retreat in an environment where imminent death is not a constant worry. I was indeed updated on the current situation regarding those stuffed creatures and their ability to “resurrect” campers, but it's the principle of the matter; and besides, I believe my assignment made no note of the... walking dead. I'm fairly sure the camp director made no mention of it either --. Which is to say, ah. Never mind.

The library is... unique, isn’t it? Nothing to fear, I have a few books I may bring over from my own shop; a neighbor of mine would be quite happy to --. Oh, right, I appear to be forgetting the barrier, silly me. Of course the barrier prevents us from interacting with everything outside of the camp. I'm sure if I just make an effort, however --.




The barrier prevents us from interacting with everything outside of the camp.

This. Ah, this shouldn't be feasible, you realize, what with... the computers you have here. They're rather the kind that Crowley would favor, sharp and sleek and the lot, and I'm quite sure they're capable of making purchases and sending those electronic letters. I've used that Abe Books website before to buy the most pleasant first edition of that novel generally attributed to Mr Wilde --. So if I simply sit down and... my. That's a rather heated error message, isn't it?

Ah, Crowley? Were you ever contacted concerning our involvement in the recent... debacle? I believe I am suddenly incurring my reward.