A little Aziraphale-centric ficlet that came about whilst a friend and I were joking about his potential - or lack thereof - as an academic librarian. Contains one rather large (and orangutan-like) Discworld reference.
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An Unwanted Change In Career )
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The poor angel would be absolutely horrified if he were ever to see the state of some of the library books at the university I attend. Many's the time I've gone to photocopy a chapter/journal article, only to find that it's been ripped out.
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Hehehe. Aziraphale is clearly far more cunning and bastardly than the mild mannered exterior lets on.
And the footnote, oh God, the footnote...
He really should have known better to encourage poetry writing amongst the teenaged and terminally angst-ridden.
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“Dear girl, I’m certain of it. This Nosferatu chap sounds positively ghastly. Sounds exactly like the sort that the real forces of darkness would be terribly embarrassed about.”
“He was really called Nathaniel.”
“Well, if he insists on changing a perfectly respectable name like that to something as utterly ridiculous as Nosferatu, then I’d say that it paints a very clear picture of what kind of person he is.” Although Aziraphale had to admit, if only to himself, that being embarrassed of the name Nathaniel would be perfectly understandable if one were aware of the chaos that ensued when the angel bearing that moniker had discovered mead for the first time.
I love the way Aziraphale winds up playing a bit of Student Advisor himself, to try to undo some of his counterpart's damage. (I wonder if Crowley has been doing a bit of recommending awful books.) Librarians are in a position a bit like bartenders that way...
And your footnote! *snort* I think I used to date that guy.
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I love the way Aziraphale winds up playing a bit of Student Advisor himself, to try to undo some of his counterpart's damage.
"Dear girl, spending your entire student loan on a holiday to Ibiza really isn't a good idea. How on earth will you manage to afford to pay the rent?"
"Well, Anthony Crowley from the advice centre said that I shouldn't worry about that, and that loads of students were doing escort work to support themselves these days, and that I shouldn't be ashamed to try it."
*Aziraphale resists urge to bang head against desk* "Oh dear, he's been at it again."
The poor angel's going to be up against both Crowley's machinations and default student behaviour. I imagine that he'll counting down the days until the end of term.
And your footnote! *snort* I think I used to date that guy.
I'm afraid that on once meeting an aspiring poet of similar taste I was almost unable to keep a straight face.
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Enrollment has two ls.
Squee, I'd really love to read about them recieving their letters of acceptance. I can just picture Crowley moaning about having to leave his flat.
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I am guilty of putting the poor entity in difficult and downright terrible situations, aren't I?
You can't even offer constructive criticism in those situations, because you'll just be accused of not understanding it. I empathize with him, I reall do.
Attempting to give concrit would be very likely to induce more bad poetry; this time about how one's powers of creative genius just aren't understood by the cruel and heartless world.
Enrollment has two ls.
*Mutters something about needing a Dreya proof spellcheck*
Squee, I'd really love to read about them recieving their letters of acceptance. I can just picture Crowley moaning about having to leave his flat.
This ficlet is a offshoot of a much longer fic I'm trying (but not really succeeding) to write about Adam and co. at university, so I have the bit where they receive their unwanted orders letters of acceptance in that.
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