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on the head of a pin🕺

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"We did it!" "Well done, Mr. Fell"

1941, West End London. Back in the dressing room after their bullet catch trick

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they love to dance!

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Star in your eyes.

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art for chapter 2 from @quitequaintrelle s wonderful south downs fic we shall have the world for our own 🦩🦩

i love this fic so much and i encourage everyone to read it!

to quote the author:

"If it is your deeply cherished belief that Aziraphale and Crowley are cartoon characters who should get to spend their South Downs retirement as old queens being disgustingly romantic losers who can't keep their hands off each other and won't stop beefing with local senior citizens, this story might be for you."

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crowley!

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☁️Weightless 🌊

How convenient it is, to be able to walk over to your spouse, who's currently enjoying the sea, and steal a little smooch without getting yourself wet 🌊

Patreon

(July's Patreon print! It's double-sided so you can decide whether you wanna show off nakey Crowley or if you'd rather like to cover him up 💕)

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Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman: when life imitates art and art imitates life or just them embodying their creations.

(Thank you for this one, the sitting down pose is spot on!)

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Crowley coded

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editor's note - chapter 4/5

[slaps chapter] this baby can fit so much gay panic in it

“It’s not so bad, when you’re not drenched in it,” Crowley thought aloud. Aziraphale gave him a doubtful look over the top of his glass, so he doubled down. “Kind of romantic, really. Like a Richard Curtis film.” Aziraphale followed his gaze to a window streaked with endless drizzle. He watched for a moment, took a delicate sip of Tempranillo, then hummed a complacent sigh. “I suppose so.”

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i wonder if aziraphale loses count of how many supposed ancestors ran the bookshop before him and if people just accept whatever bullshit number he comes up with. marjorie from the newsagents asks him how many az fells there have been bc her grandad was talking about the odd bloke in the red bookshop from the 30s and aziraphale just loses his head completely and says 48. sure sir you're a z fell the 49th, no problem

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You have no idea how happy I am rn- your blog is an absolute treasure trove. Thank you for doing God's work, lol.

Anyway, I was wondering if you knew any fics where there's a crossover with sherlock holmes?

Preferably the Victorian Arthur Conan Doyle version, but the newer incarnations will do, too

Thanks again, have a great day!

Here are some Sherlock Holmes crossover fics for you...

The Adventure Of The Bereft Bookseller by CopperBeech (G)

Established in his career, Sherlock Holmes accepts a client who's more than he seems, and who presents him with a very cold case.

Occult Forces by BarbaraKaterina (T)

Sherlock Holmes remembers a mystery from his younger years, and takes Watson to investigate a bookshop in Soho. Just a little something for Halloween.

On the revolutions of the heavenly spheres by HolRose (G)

The year is 1890, and Aziraphale has been accused of stealing a book from the British Museum Library. Fearing censure from both the human and Heavenly authorities, he goes to seek help from London’s most famous consulting detective at 221b Baker Street.

The Case of Immortal Identity by MissLauraBarrow (T)

When Holmes first moved to London, he met a curious Mr. Fell. After almost twenty years, he and his beloved companion should solve a mystery surrounding the unusual collector of the books.

Wings in the Window by Sonnet23 (G)

Crowley and Aziraphale are the suspects in a Sherlock Holmes-esque criminal case. A detective story set in the 19th century. Written by Dr John Watson, who promised not to publish it.

The angel, the demon and the detective by Musyque (G)

In 6000 of living on Earth, the angel Aziraphale and the demon Crowley have met quite a few people. But when Aziraphale became friend with Charles Dickens in the 1850s, he couldn't know that it would change his life in a way no other friendships had ever done. The only souvenir he has kept of that time is a book, Dickens' most personal one: David Copperfield. In another part of London, a famous detective is struggling to find a present for his best friend's birthay. Hopefully, Mrs Hudson is here to save the day.

- Mod D

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(G) (12k) Postcards From Paris now has images of all 40 postcards!

did you know there were 40 postcards in this fic? I SURE DIDN'T. but after two straight days of photoshopping, i definitely do now 🥴

fully compatible with reading mode, no workskins required! enjoy the new and improved PFP, practically a 4D reading experience where u can now feel crowley's anxiety oozing off the page as his handwriting progressively worsens.

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Aziraphale and Crowley, Lockdown Phonecall

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Of Sherbet Lemons and Figgins: communication tools of two writers during apocalyptic times.

Neil Gaiman commented that when he and Sir Terry Pratchett were writing Good Omens, they would often need short hand ways to communicate with each other.

Terry would come up with terms for things that usually there were no terms for -in ways to write comedy. One of those terms was a Figgin.

And that was the term that he had originally started using in Discworld. And essentially a Figgin is a joke that becomes a running joke that will pay off in some way toward the end.

A Figgin was actually distinguished from something that Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett started using in Good Omens called sherbet lemons.

And Terry Pratchett called them sherbet lemons because there is a point in the book where Adam Young falls asleep after eating sherbet lemons and he is determined to get rid of nuclear power because he was reading the magazines that Anathema had given him saying that nuclear power was bad and the next thing that happens is that a nuclear power station discovers that a reactor has gone missing.

But mysteriously the room is still emitting power, and when they go and investigate, they find at the bottom of the plant, a sherbet lemon.

So Terry Pratchett would start using sherbet lemons as little things that he would just throw into the text to make someone smile. They would be in the text as moments of humor.

It’s just a small thing that you throw in as opposed to a Figgin- which you would initially think was a sherbet lemon but then it would pay off.