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    Before anyone reports this post, I got this AMA authorised by posting proof to a mod, so there.

    Hi, Reddit! I’m no-one special, but about 6 months ago, I moved into a flat above a cafe next door to a bookshop, and my life has never been the same since, because the man who runs the bookshop is some sort of ageless (mostly) benevolent eldritch being. By all accounts, he hasn’t aged a day since at least 1944, sometimes he seems to have just too many eyes, and I once saw him turn water into wine (a nice rosé). His coworker / best friend / boyfriend / shadow entity is also definitely some kind of cryptid, but despite trying harder to be a bastard, he’s somehow less successful at it.

    So, if you have any questions about what it’s like to live next door to an eternal bastard man, AMA!

    Or, a cryptid bastard man haunts Reddit, trying to find out how to ask out his crush of the past 6,000 years and getting downvoted to literal oblivion. Just normal stuff on the world wide web.

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    17 Mar 2024

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    “But you admit it! You did tempt me!”

    “I offered you warm food during a storm,” Crowley argues. “If you call that temptation, I’d hate to see you talk to an innkeeper.” Aziraphale scowls some more. Crowley shrugs. “Besides, no harm done. You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

    He has Aziraphale there. “Still,” he says, spreading his hands wide. “It has to be said—” He glances up to the sky. “—for anyone listening, that I am not at fault for my appetite.”

    “Never said you were,” Crowley says. “Just said you liked the oysters.”

    or, an examination vis-à-vis food and forgiveness

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    02 Mar 2024

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    The time has come for Improvement Day, Heaven's decennial work retreat. The angels posted to Earth are relieved of their terrestrial assignments and join middle management in attempting to improve organizational operations right across the board. Typical activities include name games, trust falls, client-facing skill role play, and miracle budget workshops. It's loathed by all the Earth operatives- but particularly by Aziraphale, who always finds himself unable to fit in (no matter how many icebreakers there are).

    This year, an angel no one quite remembers seeing before is on a mission to befriend Aziraphale, but it seems that the odds are against him. He has to contend with a networking-obsessed Gabriel and an unabashedly flirtatious colleague; Michael thinks he might be the next big thing in parsimonious celestial energy handling; and Sandalphon is sure he's seen him somewhere before. Meanwhile, Aziraphale's angry with him for showing up, the gold paint on his cheeks is flaking, losing a contact lens would mean a quick discorporation at the hands of four dozen angels, and isn't this just the story of Crowley's life?

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    24 Feb 2024

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    Well this is awkward. Crowley suddenly runs into Aziraphale. Turns out, the angel has been tasked with taking Jesus to Earth for the Second Coming but Aziraphale keeps finding new reasons to postpone it. Like having Eras tour tickets. Do you know how hard those are to come by?

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    17 Oct 2023

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    Aziraphale, with Crowley’s encouragement, tastes something new again.

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    “I could, er.” Crowley’s pink-cheeked again, but he forges ahead. “I’ll take care of any—mess, angel. If you like. Don’t worry about it.”

    This nearly makes Aziraphale discorporate on the spot, or something far more embarrassing.

    Of course. Of course he’d be as attentive and indulgent in this context, as all others. Aziraphale’s chest fills so violently with love it hurts again, in a sharply beautiful sort of way.

    “Ah,” he says. “Thank you. That—that would be lovely.”

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    12 Oct 2023