Heck yes, Ladies of Good Omens
Agnes Nutter, Anathema Device, Madame Tracy, Pepper
The Witches and the Warrior
Josie Lawrence, Adria Arjona, Miranda Richardson, Amma Ris.
Heck yes, Ladies of Good Omens
Agnes Nutter, Anathema Device, Madame Tracy, Pepper
The Witches and the Warrior
Josie Lawrence, Adria Arjona, Miranda Richardson, Amma Ris.
Trunk Call - rated T for language, ~ 4800 words
At loose ends in Central London, Crowley bumps (quite literally) into someone he knows. Madame Tracy's spent her career listening to people, and she can tell that he needs to talk.
CW for substandard tea service.
“So, now – he took a promotion? And that’s what put you at odds? I had a customer whose wife absolutely wouldn’t come overseas with him when his job sent him abroad – American, you know.”
“Yeah. It was something like that.”
My 200th fic on AO3 -- cue balloons and confetti!
Tagging folks in the replies as per usual -- lmk if you want on or off the tag list!
Every bit of food and drink in both seasons has a metaphorical significance, even if you don't realize it.
Tea is no exception. Its one of the few times an eastern philosophy creeps into Good Omens, but it still meets with a western ideal. It's also intrinsically linked to Aziraphale and his affected British style.
Coffee gets more of a focus in S2, and has a specific meaning around freedom and liberty, whereas tea appears more in S1. But the metaphorical meanings around them are fairly consistent across both seasons, with stereotypes for the British drinking tea and the Americans only drinking coffee put aside.
Lets start with Muriel on the doorstep of the bookshop, at the beginning of S2E3, asking to come in, because its noisy outside.
There are four explicit threats and (I would argue) one additional implicit threat happening at the Tadfield airbase. Anyone wishing to argue that any character at the airbase is "useless" or "contributes nothing" needs to reckon with all of them.
It's a remarkably well-balanced, carefully-crafted situation. Even Shadwell, basically useless though he is, has a role as owner of the Thundergun and audience for Tracy.
pull up in that monster automobile gangster
Moment of appreciation for Miranda Richardson's absolutely on-point Aziraphale expression of panic at Crowley's driving.
Hello extraordinary mods!
I was wondering if you knew of any fics where madame Tracy was trying to get Aziraphale to confess his feelings to Crowley or just trying to get them together in general.
Thank you! 😇😈
Hey there! You might want to check our #matchmaking tag for fics like this. Here are some where Tracy meddles in Aziraphale's love life...
Doorway to Paradise by TawnyOwl95 (E)
Crowley is the guy everyone goes to for a good time. He’s the fling, the hook up, even though he hopes for more. Still, waking up to an empty bed the morning after a one night stand is not something he should be surprised by. In Aziraphale’s defence, he's never had a one night stand before, and really doesn't know how they work.
I’ve Got This Friend by Ambra_Sue (T)
Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley needs help in the dating department, or so they claim. Their friends Anathema and Tracy have other ideas.
Honeysuckle and White Jasmine by HolyCatsAndRabbits (E)
While on a bad blind date at a coffee shop, bookshop owner Aziraphale meets a gorgeous red-haired barista. Also Aziraphale knows flower language and he's not afraid to use it. So now Aziraphale was going on a date with someone Tracy knew. Since Tracy had arranged it, Aziraphale let her pick the place as well: Double Double, a new coffee shop. Tracy had promised that the shop was lovely and had a selection of rich desserts, which was honestly the part that had convinced Aziraphale. Aziraphale’s one bit of defiance was the flowers. He had a book or two in his shop on flower language, and he’d decided that the bouquet was going to be the sweetener for the day (besides the dessert), the spoonful of sugar that helped the medicine go down. Yellow carnations: Disdain, disappointment, rejection. Red snapdragon: Deception. Purple columbine: foolishness. White candytuft: indifference. And finally butterfly weed, a bright little orange cluster flower, which meant Let me go! Armed with his passive-aggressive (but quite lovely smelling) bouquet, Aziraphale took a cab to Double Double.
Vary my days by Aracloptia (G)
He could not recall how much time had passed between the invention of the book and himself owning a lot of books. He had simply woken up one day surrounded by them, as if he always had been. Crowley had been the first one to point it out. He always was. Except this time, he had not so much pointed it out as tripped over a pile of them, shouting ”FUCK, Angel, what's the DEAL with all these bloody BOOKS?” Aziraphale had tutted, put a drink in his hand and miracled up a sofa behind him without answering the question. The sofa was still there. Surrounded by piles and piles of books. ------ After Crowley leaves, Aziraphale needs a change. He sorts through his books, makes new friends (or tries to), and discovers the beauty of ansaphones.
I keep coming back to you by ducks_elise (T)
Aziraphale volunteers at the university library. Crowley usually doesn't go there but he went with two of his classmates to study. He keeps coming back to see Aziraphale, their relationship develops from there
The Invisible Touch by AppleSeeds (T)
Aziraphale is reduced to a quivering mess just looking at Crowley’s face smiling up at him from the programme, let alone sitting in the front row of the theatre watching him perform, or standing face-to-face with him, with Crowley's hand on his arm, after he summons him to the stage to help him with one of his tricks... When Aziraphale reveals that he too is a magician and the two actually become friends, Crowley soon realises that someone has severely knocked Aziraphale’s confidence, and becomes determined to do whatever he can to restore it.
- Mod D
Cassandraic gifted me this delightful little s2 fic, and since the author's Tumblr account is in jail for some reason, I wanted to blast it out again with a cover, because it's my prezzie and it's such a treat!
The Fellowship Of The Poison Ring - rated G, ~1150 words
Summary: Madame Tracy and Mrs. Sandwich each have a story the other needs to hear.
“I wish I knew what to make of it all,” Tracy said at last. “I really will have to pin that Mr. Fell down for a chat, no matter what it says on that shop door of his.”
Saff shook her head, her auburn coiffure staying resolutely in place. “Might have to settle for that Mr. Crowley, if he’ll give either of us the time of day,” she said. “Haven’t seen hide nor hair of Mr. Fell since. I did ask that Muriel about him, but that one’s no more worldly than God made them and no mistake. Sweet’s cake, though, not a speck of harm in ’em, brightens up like a little sunbeam at the least kind word.”
“Makes you wonder about their bringing-up, doesn’t it.” Tracy tsked sadly. “Poor little lamb. I hope you’ll be kind.”
“’Course I will. But, Tracy, what d’you think’s come of Mr. Fell? And those — demons, you say — d’you reckon we’ll be seeing them again?”
I don't usually tag my readers' list for fics that are not my own, but it made me smile so much and we all need that right now!
Madame Tracy surveyed her flat, and the detritus of a lifetime, tucked into corners where the clients couldn’t see it. It was one thing to suggest moving somewhere else. It was quite another to sort everything out and pack it all up. Still there was nothing for it, but to get on with the task, so she put the radio on for some background music and set to work.
Hi! I hope you are doing so well. Will you please explain the process of getting Aziraphale and Madame Tracey's voices perfectly synced saying their lines while they are sharing a body? X
Well, mostly it was a matter of getting Miranda Richardson to perform as both characters, Madame Tracy and Madame Tracy channelling Aziraphale. Then we got Michael Sheen into ADR to replace her voice with his. And then the geniuses at Bang Audio mixed their voices together so that sometimes there's a little of her voice in there too.
An illustration I made for baby’s first fanfic, which you can read on the A-O-3 right here.
Happy 65 Birthday to Miranda Richardson.
the Jezebel!
Hey, some Madame Tracy art! Finally, she deserves it <3
I adore this!
Hallo Neil!
I've loved Miranda Richardson ever since I was a kid watching Blackadder the Third, and her performance was one of my favorite things about Good Omens S1. I'm so interested to see her come back as Shax. How did she react when you asked her to return as a different character? Was she familiar with the book before being cast as Madame Tracy, and were you or Terry personally acquainted with her before that?
I met Miranda on the set of Clive Barker's Underworld in 1985ish. I thought she was charismatic and brilliant and didn't meet her again for another 32 years.
I didn't learn that she was a fan of mine until she was cast in 2017. She has a wonderful time as Madame Tracy and was thrilled to be invited back. And Shax is one of her greatest creations. Well, I think so.
My HC is they got a cat and named him Mr. Whiskers, also called Whiskey, who is a cantankerous loaf of whole wheat bread.
Shadwell hates the cat, and vice versa. If you casually observe Ol' Whisk curled up on Shaddy's lap during his afternoon recliner nap, no you didn't, and both parties will vehemently deny this happening on any kind of basis, let alone a regular one.
But let me tell you, Shadwell doesn't miss a beat if Madame Tracy brings home the wrong flavor cat food. It will be on the pretense of spending so much money on food for that blasted beast, but WE know the REAL reason why he only complains when she brings home the chicken pâté, and never the tuna chunks.
Hallo Neil!
I've loved Miranda Richardson ever since I was a kid watching Blackadder the Third, and her performance was one of my favorite things about Good Omens S1. I'm so interested to see her come back as Shax. How did she react when you asked her to return as a different character? Was she familiar with the book before being cast as Madame Tracy, and were you or Terry personally acquainted with her before that?
I met Miranda on the set of Clive Barker's Underworld in 1985ish. I thought she was charismatic and brilliant and didn't meet her again for another 32 years.
I didn't learn that she was a fan of mine until she was cast in 2017. She has a wonderful time as Madame Tracy and was thrilled to be invited back. And Shax is one of her greatest creations. Well, I think so.