God has given you one face, and you make yourself another
Midamoul week is finally here, yay!! :D
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Have yourself a very merry day 1 with the prompt 'Identity':
Ghoul was standing in front of the mirror in their bedroom, staring straight at it. The mirror stared back with Adam's face.
Well, not quite Adam's. This wasn't a facial expression Adam ever used. And he never slouched quite this bad. In hushed whispers, Adam had once told Ghoul that Michael used to call him out for his sloppy posture. But now that Ghoul was here... Adam had grinned, then, like it was a funny inside joke. Maybe it was funny. Ghoul couldn't remember if it had been funny at the time.
It seemed strange right now.
“What are you doing?” Adam was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, looking at Ghoul. He only ever looked – didn't study Ghoul the way Michael always did, gaze piercing and searching, like Ghoul was some kind of wild animal that might attack at any moment.
“Just...” Ghoul shrugged.
“Enjoying the view?” Adam teased.
Ghoul was naked, but right now, there was nothing sexual about the way he touched the (his? Adam's?) body.
“It's just weird,” Ghoul mused, and immediately regretted it. Why put this on Adam? Dude had enough problems (a lot of which were caused by Michael and Ghoul). Besides, at best, he would probably laugh at Ghoul.
“What's weird?” Adam stepped behind Ghoul, pressed their cheeks together. His hips didn't bump into Ghoul's butt, though, which Ghoul appreciated right now.
“I use your face. Your body.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “So?”
Okay, maybe the guy with an archangel in his body whose projection looked the same as him wasn't the go-to guy for strangeness in this case.
“Doesn't it bother you?” Ghoul still asked, because... Because.
“Uh, I feel like you want me to say yes, but not really. When I look at you, I don't see me.”
“You see the flesh-eating monster that ate you?”
They both winced. That had been a low blow.
“Sorry,” Ghoul muttered.
“What, for saying that? Or for eating me?” Adam sighed. “Look, you know I forgave you for that a while ago. Do you feel bad about it?”
“'S just...” Ghoul frowned. “I eat people and then I look like them. And before, well... it was about surviving, you know. I never really stayed the same for long enough that I got to think about it too much. Hard to be thinking about things, anyway, when you're always just scraping by, hiding and killing and hiding again and-”
Adam put a hand on his arm. “Yeah, I get it,” he said softly.
“Yeah.” Ghoul wasn't sure he really got it. But then again, Adam had been in hell, and even though he'd had a 'handy archangel' with him, as he liked to call it, that couldn't have been nice.
Not that Adam ever talked about it.
Michael was more open, more relaxed about it (and wasn't that a miracle – Michael, more relaxed than someone else about anything), but even he got a far-away, almost haunted look when talking about the cage.
“So now that you're safe, now that you're staying the same for a while... it's weird for you?” Adam asked. Always the patient therapist for everyone else, Ghoul thought wearily. Never for himself, though.
God forbid (pun fully intended) that anyone ever played therapist for Adam. Hell hath no fury like a little dude from Minnesota when someone tried to talk about his feelings.
“Guess so,” Ghoul said, pulling back into the present, and turning towards Adam. “Sorry. Your body's fine, it's just. Not mine? I mean it is, but...”
“Right.” Adam hesitated. “Um, what did you look like? Before you... ate your first person, I guess?”
Ghoul snorted. “Hell if I know.”
“What?” Adam looked at Ghoul with wide eyes.
“I was a baby, dude! A little squirt nibbling on my dad and whatever scraps he gave me.”
“You- wait, you ate parts of your dad when you were a baby?!”
“Seriously?” An eye roll was hardly enough for this. Ghoul's whole head rolled with them. “I snack on you all the time, but that's what shocks you?”
“I mean. Michael can heal me in the blink of an eye. But your dad...”
“He tried to bring me babies. Usually dead babies,” Ghoul added when Adam's shock kept growing. “Ya know how sometimes the really little ones die? I remember dad telling me how he'd dug 'em up for me, when I was really small. Later, I learned to dig up the bigger ones myself.”
Ghoul also remembered eating adults as a kid, and shifting into bigger forms. It had always been confusing, especially after eating teenagers. There had also been older people sometimes, seventy and above. That had been weird.
They'd tried to avoid it, but there were only so many young people who died.
Adam had an unreadable expression on his face. “I never asked how old you are.”
Ghoul shrugged. “Couple years older than you, I guess. When your dad rolled into town-” Ghoul stopped, really not wanting to talk about John Winchester.
Adam seemed to be feeling the same. “Right.” He hummed thoughtfully. “So both my boyfriends are older than me, huh?”
“Aren't you like a couple thousand years old now?” Ghoul shifted. “And... how attached are you to be me being a guy?”
“Oh- I just. Wait. We've been calling you 'he' all the time, was that-”
“Relax, dude. I don't know either.” Ghoul shrugged again. “I could be a guy. Maybe. Like I said, your body isn't bad. It's kinda hot.” Ghoul winked, and Adam shook his head fondly. “But, uh... I think I may have eaten my gender at some point.”
Some people on social media talked like that. While Ghoul didn't have any accounts, Michael did. No wonder – the guy really liked getting into fights, so Twitter was perfect for him. And Insta... well, for some reason he also liked making coffee art and shit like that, so. Another fit.
Sometimes, Ghoul borrowed (not stole! borrowed) Adam's phone and posted bullshit in Michael's name. It was kinda fun, especially because it ticked the big guy of. But lately, Ghoul had been spending more time scrolling through tweets and Insta stories than actually trolling the archangel.
Seeing people with beards in skirts had been... interesting, to say the least.
“You literally eat people's genders, huh?” Adam asked, his smile a little crooked.
“Nah. I don't think a dong makes me a guy, or that tits would make me a girl, you know.” Ghoul paused, and stopped miming boobies. “Maybe I just don't need a gender. Or whatever.”
After a moment of thoughtful staring, Adam nodded. “So kinda like Michael.”
“... What.” No, not like the angel. What the fuck. Ghoul was so not like the angel! (Michael would have corrected this to archangel, like he always did, Ghoul thought with satisfaction.)
“Yeah, I mean Michael doesn't have an issue with us calling him 'he', and most of his siblings call him brother and all that. But he doesn't really have a gender, you know. He's not even human or, uh, you know. Humanoid.” Adam gestured towards Ghoul a little awkwardly. “Anyway, he doesn't have much of a connection to gender.”
Well, damn. Maybe Michael and Ghoul had more in common than that they wanted to fuck Adam.
“Is he listening right now?” Ghoul asked suspiciously. Michael wouldn't be happy with them being similar, either. Or he might use it to mock Ghoul later...
“Nope. He's busy,” Adam said, grinning.
“With what?”
“With trying not to listen.” Adam chuckled, putting a hand over his chest. Ghoul was pretty sure that was where Michael sat, or at least most of him. “I told him a couple minutes ago to give us some privacy.”
“And he did?” Ghoul raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. Then again, it was Adam who had asked. Michael was generally putty (maybe grumpy putty, but still putty) in Adam's hands.
“Yeah, sure,” Adam said easily. “So... what should we call you?”
“Uh. Ghoul?”
“Yeah, but I mean. Pronouns? And... don't you finally want an actual name?”
Another shrug. “I haven't really had one 'til now, why start? You already call me 'Gee' in public, that's good enough.”
Adam sighed. They'd been over this before – calling someone 'Ghoul' in public might be misinterpreted.
“And pronouns?”
“Eh. Whatever you can scratch up.” Ghoul thought about it. “Wait, can my pronouns be ghoul? Ghoul, ghoulm, ghoulself...”
“Seriously?” Adam seemed sceptic. “I mean, if you want, I guess.”
“I dunno. Maybe? Or he/they or whatever.” He shrugged. Hummed. “Romeo and Ghouliet...”
“What does that have to do with pronouns?”
“Nothing, it just sounds funny.” Ghoul grinned, and Adam snorted.
“Okay, Ghoulius Caesar. You about ready for dinner?” Adam held out his hand. Instead of taking it, Ghoul leaned down to bite it playfully.
“Sure am!”
Laughing, Adam grabbed Ghoul's hand and led the way to the living room. They had liver and a mostly untouched leg in the fridge, so it wasn't like Ghoul needed to snack on Adam.
He just tasted so damn good.
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The stuff in Gabriel’s box that Crowley dumps out to read the bottom..was that stuff Gabriel brought back from Heaven that Aziraphale wasn’t a high enough rank to see..but Crowley can? Or just random insignificant bookshop stuff. Aziraphale almost looks confused when Crowley dumps it out
Hiya! :) Those were bookshop things Aziraphale put there bc he started using it as just a box :). But they are actually quite interesting :D.
In the Good Omens book there is (with Bilton and Scaggs being publisher next door to Aziraphale):
Bilton and Scaggs' second great publishing disaster occurred in 1653. By a stroke of rare good fortune they had obtained one of the famed "Lost Quartos"—the three Shakespeare plays never reissued in folio edition, and now totally lost to scholars and playgoers. Only their names have come down to us. This one was Shakespeare's earliest play, The Comedie of Robin Hoode, or, The Forest of Sherwoode. *The other two are The Trapping of the Mouse, and Golde Diggers of 1589.*
Master Bilton had paid almost six guineas for the quarto, and believed he could make nearly twice that much back on the hardcover folio alone.
Then he lost it.
In the box on the left you can see the two plays that has been lost to the publisher neighbour (*cough*StolenByAziraphale*cough*? :D).
The second document I'm a bit confused about :D.
New Cumnock,
February, 1913
...from the Trustees of the late John Gibson, Post:
...from Cumnock, the sum of One hundred and fifteen
...with interest at four per cent until final
...of the Estate is to he be deducted from the
...falling to me,
John Gibson
Some kind of last will? I found a Jonh Gibson from New Cumnock but still don't know the connection to Aziraphale? :)🤔
@neil-gaiman could you shed light on this please? :) ❤
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Thoughts on the Sallow family (I think)
Part IV
Names.
Sebastian is an old Greek name, used for the people that descend from Sebastia, a city that's located in today's Turkey. I read it was used for the children in this city, who where living on the streets and were unfree.
On the other hand the name of the city itself Sebastia seems to be used by ancient greeks the same way Latin people used Augustus. (A title for Roman Emperors.)
I read that the name was very popular in Germany during the 1980s and it appears in Shakespeares works so I guess it was well known in England as well.
The reason for this could be the tale about Saint Sebastian. He was tied to a tree because of his beliefs by the Romans and shot with arrows. He didn't die but was rescued by Irene of Rome, only to be beaten to death because of his sins later on.
Anne is a form of the Latin Anna, which again has its origin in the Hebrew Hannah and means 'favoured' or 'grace'.
Due to her history of illness and the constant conflict between two sides she was related to, one could see similarities with Anne Stuart, but I only know a few facts about her and it may be a big stretch to compare these two.
Solomon is a name originated in Hebrew and means peace.
Known by many is probably king Solomon (Old Testament). He was known as a wise and wealthy ruler, but interesting enough, texts written in Greek (the origin is unknown) claimed he used demons for his work. (It's more complex than that, but I just found it very fitting because of the relationship with Sebastian and Solomon.)
As far as I know Solomon was and is not a very popular name in England and in addition to that is heavily influenced by religion. So maybe Sebastian and Anne on their father's side of the family had their origin in Hebrew countries or were actually Jewish. (I still don't know how religion works in the Wizarding world..)
But it makes the whole dynamic between them very interesting. Solomon and Anne, both names originated in Hebrew, Sebastian's name from old Greek, the language in which the texts are composed that try to denounce king Solomon.
It also makes me wonder how Anne and Sebastian's father is called. 🤔
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