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[shadesofdeviant]

Potential Good Omens AU's

I mentioned the other day I was in the mood to write some form of Human!AU or other-Fantasy!AU.

I've come up with a few ideas, but thought I might see what everyone else thinks.

Any preferences from the list?

Animal Shelter/Veterinarian AU

Aziraphale volunteers at the local animal shelter, helping to take care of the animals and shower them with love. Thats the only reason he does it. It has nothing to do with the slightly grumpy Vet in sunglasses who turns up to regularly check the animals, who supposedly hates the world, yet Aziraphale once caught baby talking to a kitten and instantly was just as smitten with. Not at all.

Daemon AU

Based on His Dark Materials. Aziraphale and Crowley are constantly circling round each other, tentatively flirting and pining and backing off. Their Daemon's on the other hand have had enough and will force them to interact before they die from embarrassment. (Not quite plotted exactly)

Hospital AU

Crowley is a Paediatrics nurse who works in the children's side of the emergency department, who always makes the kids smile and tends to put the fear of Crowley into idiotic lazy parents. Aziraphale is the head of the administration team running the emergency room who doesn't take too kindly to anyone who dares to get shout-y with the nurses in his presence.

Imaginary Friend AU

Growing up as the youngest of a large sibling group and the odd one out, Aziraphale was often left alone with his thoughts and his books. But he was never truly alone, he had his imaginary friend Crowley with him, who always kept him company, made him smile and gave him the confidence boost he needed to survive his childhood. Yet as Aziraphale reaches adulthood, Crowley is still around despite Aziraphale's assumptions he would grow out of him. After all Crowley was just an imaginary friend...wasn't he?

Treasure Hunters AU

Most people write off Aziraphale as any kind of treasure hunter for his soft looks and bookish ways, but there's yet to be a hidden or lost city Aziraphale has failed to find, yet to be a mystery he has failed to solve. Joined on his adventures by his rather eccentric scientist friend Crowley who has little patience for preserving delicate heirlooms and...No Crowley, you can't use dynamite on a centuries old ruin!

Or....if you have perhaps any other ideas?

[strawberrin3]

COMING SOON

A Guide On How To Stop A War

(A VISIONS remake)

Death is inevitable But War is evitable. Yet for the country of Grition, they just won't stop falling back into war with other countries. According to history, they've been at war with many countries for ages. Right until the war with Briderus, Grition had finally been at peace. Though that didn't last long as of 3 years later they have been at war with Briderus once again…

4 fighting 2 down 2 countries 1 war No survivors

Amelia A princess planning for escape

William An ill prince with dreams

Kyoru and Kim Ex guards, now forced soldiers for the war

Jonathan A blacksmith with a bloody history

Kairo and Reina Peacemakers with a secret; hidden between the two countries…Somewhere

All 7 plan to end the endless war But would they succeed in trying to stop it?

[shadesofdeviant]

Just sneaking in here to offer my two cents :) Nobody starts off writing bestseller worthy fics, just like no artist ever starts off drawing masterpieces. Everything takes time. Don't put that kind of pressure on yourself from the beginning. If you've got the want to write you're already half way there. Think about how your favourite authors (published or fanfic) describe things, try to imagine how you'd describe something. I don't know if its just something I used to do, but try narrating an every day event, look around the room and pretend you're a character entering it for the first time, how would you describe the room in writing? little things like that always help to get you started.

Equally get yourself someone like T who is a phenomenal hype person. Just having someone to bounce ideas off, having someone just as excited for you to write an idea as you are can be a great motivator and source of inspiration.

Finally have fun. This is supposed to be recreational, you should not be stressed or freaked out or anxious about it, that defeats the point.

now I'm gonna just.... *slinks out again*

@ the first part of your ask: I AGREE SO MUCH. My Dms are open if you ever want to talk about that ( I would post it but I don't want to get discourse in my DMs about it)

And on this: I was TERRIFIED to start writing but I'm so glad I did it. Sometimes you just have to jump in. Your first fic might not be good but that's okay! My first fic was AWFUL but it gave me a starting point and something to grow from. I encourage you so much to start writing.

[tobe-calm]

dedication: adlin j. m.

you're my biggest source of inspiration, i love you. for all that you are, i love you.

prompt: "hey babe, i'm heading out with my girl friend to get our hearts broken. i'll be home soon."

you applied the last stroke of your lip balm before collecting your shoulder bag and headed out your room.

clumsily, you put on your slides while sending off a text to your husband.

"hey babe, i'm heading out with my girl friend to get our hearts broken. i'll be home soon."

grabbing your keys, you went out.

it was a short drive to your best friend's and by the time you reached her house, she was already waiting for you by the main street - ready to hop in as soon as you came to a halt.

"hey girl, thanks for picking me up!" your best friend exclaimed, reaching over the mid console to give you a hug.

you returned her gesture, laughing but wrapping your arms around her nonetheless. "its no problem, we gotta hurry though." you released her and started to drive off.

while the two of you were busy spilling and laughing on latest /teas/ around your lives with music blaring through the stereo, your phone rang.

your conversations paused and so did the music.

"who is it?" your best friend asked, taking a peek at your phone.

"it's the husbando." you replied softly, your ringtone now blaring through the stereo's system.

"ooh, what does he want? pick it up!" your best friend gushed on.

as you kept your eyes trained on the road ahead, you touched the answer button on the stereo screen.

"hey babe, what's up? i'm driving." you answered first.

"hey honey, are you meeting up with your friend?" he asked. you turn to look at your best friend, whose face had turned red from the interactions between you and your husband.

"yeah, i'm with her now." you gave a small laugh, at her reaction.

"alright then, be safe okay? i'm going to head in for surgery and it'll probably take about 4 hours till i'm done," he informed.

you imagined him in a scrub suit, scrubbing in for surgery, and donned in protective gears as he focused on the surgery in front of him. it made you blush and your heart racing by a tad bit.

you were surprised at the news. he didn't mention that he had any surgery planned in his schedule today.

"an emergency?" you asked.

"nah, i'm stepping in for a friend who's away for a conference," he explained.

"don't worry, i know what i'm doing and i'll be safe."

you smiled, instantaneously feeling comforted that he knew the exact ways to reassure you.

"i'm sure you'll do well. please do be safe and take extra precautions, yeah?"

"i will honey, i love you." he sang.

you turned to look over at your best friend, all giggling. you bet she was getting all giddy from all that blushing.

"i love you too, hons. text me when you're done."

"i'll call you and you can tell me how the movie was, then," he answered cooly.

"okay, i'll look forward to your call. i'm hanging up now."

"talk to you later, babe."

it was silent when the music from your stereo came back on, resuming from where it left.

you were at a traffic junction when you looked over at your friend, seeing that she was already looking at you with a wide smile.

"what?" you innocently asked, taking turns to look at her and back on the road ahead as you made a left turn into a multi-levelled parking lot.

"what the hell, man. i am giddy from your conversations with the mister." she giggled.

"you're crazy." you retorted, a small smile forming on your lips.

"i don't care. you both are cute as," she admitted, wiping tears from her eyes from all those excessive smiling and giggling.

"you'll have it too, you know?" you informed her.

"yeah, i know but i don't know if it'll ever be soon," she said, this time a hint of disappointment evident in her tone.

you smiled to yourself, getting the car parked in a lot. "you never know, babe. you'll never know."

your best friend definitely has no idea what's in for her tonight.

"whatever." she sulked, getting out of the car.

"yeah, it's whatever." you agreed, following right after her.

"come on, let's get our hearts broken." you took her hands and headed for the elevator to the theatres.

"and our emotions wrecked." your best friend agreed, looping her hands through yours.

[starinnies]

it's 10.05 am and break time is about to end.

you switch from your personal account back to your school account.

waiting , you shuffle your playlist and go back to the tab , unsuspecting of your fate.

and as soon as the prayer begins , you hear maniacal laughing.

you're suddenly jolted awake by the laugh , fearing for your life.

as you turn down the volume of your laptop , you see the cover of the song you were listening to.

it was despair's hand.

the laughing was nagito's.

you were SCARED. you were on the verge of TEARS.

but it was just nagito.

[trixie2023]

Hound has become one of my favorites. A goatee??? I love that. Super sexy. Such a sweet fic🥰

Four Hours

Plot: You meet Hound while awaiting jury duty and hit it off.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1076

Author’s Note: Inspired by a four-hour wait for jury duty last year. @diviluscorner, I did it! Finally.

You sighed, shifting again in the uncomfortable chair in the hallway that was both dim and sharply lit by artificial lights. First, your entire week is upended by the call, and then they ask you to sit for most of the day to see if you’re even needed. Four hours to wait? The thought of it was exhausting, let alone the process.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a massif with a brown harness and leash stopped to sniff, then sit at your feet. The creature’s tongue lolled out as it looked up at you as its handler caught up.

The Corrie Guard handling this reptilian creature turned to you and you froze. This one was different from the others with the fabric hanging from his helmet with sharp grey teeth painted on it. Were you about to get in trouble? Oh, stars, what did the massif think he smelled on you?

“Are you alright?” the Corrie Guard asked, his voice distorted partially by his modulator.

You chuckled nervously. “I’m fine. I just don’t relish the idea of waiting four hours to see if I’m needed or not for the jury.”

He tilted his head. “Four? That’s pretty unusual, even for this court.”

“Ugh, when one of you guys notices, that means it’s extra special,” you laughed in an attempt to seem calm. “If it wasn’t, I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me that.”

He laughed, too. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

You both fell into silence for a moment before he spoke again. “Got something you’d rather be doing?”

“Rather than waiting? Yeah. I’m not good at sitting on my hands and waiting. I like to be busy, and these chairs are very uncomfortable.”

“And what do you usually do?”

 “I’m a mechanic, down at Grand Old Republic Motors.” You shrugged.

He laughed again. “You must see a lot of our faces down there, then.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I do actually.”

“I take it that’s why you’re not afraid of talking to me?”

You laughed. “Well, I’ll admit, I did think for a second you were going to confront me about something. Even my sighing.”

“Of course not. Just because it’s a right to be judged by peers, doesn’t mean the system jurors are chosen through doesn’t have its snags.”

“Sure does.”

“I’m Sergeant Hound, by the way.”

You smiled. “Y/N. I think Commander Fox has mentioned you a couple times. Something about a grizzly getting his teeth around a fuel injector?”

Sergeant Hound sighed. “I was scrubbing the floor for weeks after Grizzer got himself into that mess.”

“You, I take it?” you asked the massif in front of you in amusement. He was sitting at your feet and wagging his thick tail. His tongue lolled out again and he looked ready to play.

“He’s the group’s massif, and there are a couple of them but he only listens to me, so he kind of is mine.”

You grinned. “He seems like the goodest boy.”

The sergeant nodded. “He likes to think that, but he also has a chaotic streak in him.”

The two of you talked off and on, him coming back every so often to check on you during his patrol, but eventually you were called back in. By the time you found out you had been excused and were leaving, you saw no sign of Hound, which made you a little sad. You’d run into a few Corrie Guards, as well as other battalions at your employment, but something about Hound was special. You left the building, a little forlorn at missing saying goodbye.

A couple days later, you were almost hanging upside down underneath a customer’s small personal craft, working on replacing a new manifold.

“Y/N, you’ve got another visitor!” called your boss. Usually, the visitors were part of the clone battalion. Your boss was a little biased, but hid it pretty well – other than pushing them onto you on top of your other duties.

You groaned, wanting to shout about being busy.

“Am I always meeting you when you’re in distress?” asked a voice. It was definitely a clone voice, but not what you’d expect any of them to say.

You struggled out from under the craft with the manifold in-hand and your eyes met his. This one you didn’t recognize. His hair was a little longer than the others, so his curls were better formed, and he had a gray tattoo spanning both sides of his lower jaw like a row of sharp teeth. The only things that disrupted the tattoo were four long thin scars across his right cheek and a goatee.

“Uh, hi.” You stared at his tattoo, then realized – “Sergeant Hound. It’s nice to see you.”

He grinned. “Just Hound. How did you know?”

“Your jaw matches your helmet.”

He chuckled and said, “Guilty.”

“What can I do for you, ‘just Hound’?”

He laughed again. “I just wanted to come visit. I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye the other day. My shift was over and then I came in the next day and figured out you didn’t get put on a case. I guess I missed you, is all.”

You blushed. “Missed me, huh? You didn’t know me for long.”

“Actually, my brothers talk a lot about you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was one of the only ones who had never gotten the chance to meet you.”

“Well, I guess that means you’re not as rough on your speeder as they are.”

“I’m also one of the youngest, so give me time,” he chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck again. “Look, I don’t know if this is too sudden, but could I take you to dinner?”

You smile. “You came here to ask me on a date?”

“It’s fine if you say no -”

“Hound. I’d really like that.”

“Oh, thank the Maker. I know I told you Grizzer’s pretty specific as to who he likes, but even he was a little confused when we left and didn’t see you.”

“Oh, I see, you’re setting me up with your massif. Guess Grizzer will get the goodnight kiss.” You winked and his eyes widened.

“Wait, that’s not what I meant -”

You tossed your head back and laughed. “I’ll be done in four hours. Think you can wait that long?”

He grinned. “I think I can wait four hours with you.”

Taglist (open!): @trixie2023

Hound Concept Art:

[ykellycrazy]

Có một thứ tình cảm chưa bao giờ gọi tên, nhưng mang những muộn phiền, tiếc nuối.

Mỗi lần gặp lại đều thấy nặng lòng.

Nhất là lúc này, gặp lại anh khi trong lòng hiểu rằng a đã yêu người khác, còn em thì sắp lấy chồng.

Anh với em, chưa bao giờ có một mối quan hệ gì. Chỉ là lúc nào e buồn nhất, cũng tìm đến anh, cũng cảm thấy rằng, anh lắng nghe và hiểu được em. Em nói chuyện với anh xong, khóc cho đã đời. Lại quên đi mà vui vẻ sống tiếp. E cũng ko hiểu vì sao. Còn khi cuộc sống thường ngày trôi qua. Chúng ta chẳng mấy khi liên lạc.

E thấy mình ích kỷ khi chỉ tìm đến anh những lúc em ko ổn trong cuộc sống, e cũng không để ý đến cuộc sống anh như thế nào. chỉ biết rằng, dù có sao, a vẫn luôn luôn mang cho e năng lượng tích cực. 

Có lẽ e đã quá quen với việc có Anh ở đó để an ủi em, nên khi biết anh có người yêu, em cảm thấy hụt hẫng. 

Nhưng đến bây giờ, em mới cảm thấy nhiều chút tiếc nuối, và nặng lòng đến ntn. Em bây giờ không dám đối diện với Anh, với việc em sắp đi lấy chồng, với việc anh yêu người khác. Gặp anh, e ko dám đối mặt. Em không có lí do gì để ghen, để buồn, hay tức giận. 

Sau này, e ko còn sẽ dám mạnh dạn gọi điện nhắn tin cho a để khóc nữa.  Vì anh còn phải chăm sóc người khác, 

Em không muốn tình cảm của em trở thành gánh nặng cho anh. 

Cảm ơn vì Anh đã cùng em san sẻ nhiều điều trong cuộc sống e mang nhiều tiêu cực này. 

Cảm ơn vì chúng ta vẫn chưa từng yêu nhau để em giữ mãi tình cảm này đối với anh. 

Em vẫn luôn mong anh Hạnh phúc, vui vẻ. 

[suzukiblu]

@rp-hell-hq replied to your text post: I am more of a patreon person but if this means customized rinwrites sign me the fuck up

Thank you, I appreciate that! ❤ Ko-fi works a little better for my usual purposes, so I decided to go with that over Patreon.

[shadesofdeviant]

I keep getting the urge to go back to writing my Tarlos/Buddie Reincarnation Soulmates through history AU's...

Should I? haha.

[surprisinglycurvaciousbatman]

And the tutorials continue #rinwrites #handlettering #serif #classycursewords #subversivehandlettering

[weisswinds]

booyoupoo replied to your post “Writing thoughts under the cut.  [[MOR] I’m starting to see a lot...”

what is Cecile like? :D

CRACKS KNUCKLES 

The very first thing that comes to mind with Cecile is, 'u lil shit'. A very quick look at her core traits. Avoids responsibility like the plague, puts others before herself even though there isn't a lot she can really do for them. To put it in even simpler terms, she's an unmotivated rogue with a heart of gold. 

Now, for specifics about her. 

She's very short, and is extremely sensitive about her height. She lives for free on the second floor of a tavern because of her circumstances, but because she's not much help the only thing she's allowed to do is sweep and clean tables. the chef almost died both times she tried to do actual work and she wasn't even in the kitchen. 

She's very affectionate with her ladyfriend, Mira! She also happens to be the biggest tease in the universe with her. Cecile's asexual. Mira is not. Cecile is very keenly aware of just how not Mira is and exploits that whenever she's angry at her.

TURNS out I am really really bad at answering broad things, but I would love more specific questions about her.

[shadesofdeviant]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @celestialcrowley This is so exciting!

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share one to two sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context. Let your followers guess!

I took a look at the one to two sentences criteria and promptly threw it out the window I have no chill I apologise.

Although if he was honest with himself, Crowley really shouldn’t have bothered getting the bottle, having barely managed to stomach more than a single glass so far. The heat that usually coated his throat and settled in his stomach like the warm rejuvenating comfort of hellfire, instead burnt and boiled like the acidic sharp pain of holy water.

--

Her already tiny waist is cinched in by what he assumes is built in corsetry, and allows her preferred smaller chest and naturally fluid hips to draw the eyes to what most would often overlook. To complete the look, Crowley has a gossamer thin tulle floor-length cape draped over her, the shoulders broad and emboldened by the same lace and beading that covers her dress’ bodice, her long russet curls held secure at her nape but otherwise left to cascade neatly down her back, sunglasses swapped for smaller, more current-societally acceptable ones.

She looks…regal. Dangerously, powerfully regal.

--

“Oh!” Maggie gasps, leaning back in her seat in surprise as Crowley’s hair suddenly grows under her fingers, the locks stretching out into thick, mid-back length loose curls that tumble over her knees like liquid fire.

“Do me a favour would you?” Crowley hums as he shakes his head, trying to get used to the extra weight once again. “I haven’t had decent braids since the crucifixion. I tried when Queen Victoria made them popular again but they involved too many pins and headpieces, it was like being a walking pincushion.”

--

No pressure tags: @jeysbvck, @sollunaastra, @noxsoulmate, @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @greenchrysanthemum20, @rxsterek, and anyone else who writes fics and wants to take part.

[shadesofdeviant]

Just gonna drop this here as a little teaser.

My Good Omens x Doctor Who crossover is a-go.

What happens when The Doctor and Donna are joined for the events of "The Giggle" by an immortal occult being with a familiar face.

Crowley just wants to know who butchered his creation and renamed it 'mavity', and what's this about God being turned into a jack-in-the-box?

You got me trapped in your dark fantasy world Don't you know you make me woozy? You have me wrapped around your little finger Baby, don't you know You can't lose You make me offers that I can't refuse You keep telling pretty lies You're tired with the truth Only you're killing me with your Propaganda

Currently a WIP being written. Hopefully to begin posting soon.

[shadesofdeviant]

SO...I thought I'd actually do WIP Wednesday for the first time in a LONG time. And I thought I'd share a bit of my current WIP, my Good Omens x Doctor Who Crossover because I'm super excited about it. I was gonna post a bit smaller than this but I couldn't work out a good place to crop it. I'm enjoying this so much. And I hope everyone else does too. Most of it is beneath a cut cause I'm posting a fair chunk haha.

Tagging those who I know are interested in this: @lauranthalasah and @celestialcrowley I would tag my usual WIP Wednesday buddies but I don't think any of them are Good Omens or Doctor Who fans. 😂 😂 😂 

"Doctor?!" Crowley yelled as he staggered down another endless corridor, cursing softly as the floorboards rippled and rolled beneath him like a shoreline lapping against the sand, the rising crests of the wood giggling like naughty children as they tried to trip him before they ran away up the hallway. As he raised his hands to catch himself against the walls with the heels of his palms, the gold embossed skulls in the centre of the damask pattern wallpaper started to scream in agony, the noise a cacophonous crescendo that built and built until he managed to find his footing and snatched his hands back. “Donna?!” He tried again as he idly tugged at a random door as he passed by. Yet just like the immeasurable number of doors that had gone before it, once again this door failed to bend to Crowley’s will and remained firmly locked in place.

The air inside the toy store was permeated with the sour decay of age, cloying, damp and irritating at the back of the throat. Whatever magic this strange toymaking entity wielded was wild and hostile as it pressed in around him, settling over his shoulders like a weighted blanket, growing heavier and heavier the longer he walked, stiffening his legs and arms until he was wading through the atmosphere, a band of pressure tight around his chest almost like a child was holding him like a doll as it walked him across their imagination, the threat of being crushed beneath their sticky fingers tingling at the back of his mind. From somewhere beyond the endless corridor, a sharp, terrified scream erupted into the air and Crowley lurched forward on instinct, racing down the corridor towards what he assumed was Donna being attacked. Or at least, he tried to. If he thought the weight of the magic around him was heavy before, now as he tried to come to the rescue of some poor soul, Crowley found himself being weighed down even more, his knees threatening to buckle beneath the strain, feet scraping across the floor as he tried to lift them for each step. Eyes blazing gold and fully snake-like as he pushed back against the magic surrounding him, Crowley snarled and thrashed as he moved, power crackling beneath his skin as the anger burned within him. “Fuck this.” Crowley hissed as he reached the next locked door, barely able to lift his arm to try the handle from the compression enveloping him right down to his true form. “I’ve had enough of this shit.” Gathering what strength, he could, Crowley snarled as he pulled up sharply on his demonic power and snapped his fingers, gritting his teeth as electricity coursed down his arm and sparked from his fingertips as it battled with the toymaker’s magic. His power coiled and weaved snake-like around that of this foreign entity, lashing out viper-quick and sinking its venomous fangs into the stream of power to try and force it into submission until the door in front of him started to creak open. “Nein nein nein!” The sudden voice at his ear was loud enough to rattle his eardrum and rather unceremoniously shattered Crowley’s concentration, his power falling away into glittering wisps and dissipating into the air uselessly and taking what was left of his strength with it. “Naughty demon, not playink by ze rulez.” The Toymaker snarled as he suddenly loomed up over Crowley’s head, the sharp contours of his face darkening as his entire frame seethed and pulsed enraged. “Crowley!” Hearing his name, Crowley turned his head and frowned as he spotted the Doctor and Donna running towards him, those once familiar chocolate brown eyes wide in fear as the Time Lord tried to reach them even as the corridor continued to expand beneath their feet. “Very vell. Haff it ge-your way.” The Toymaker sighed, before his hands suddenly slammed into Crowley’s chest, pushing him backwards with one sharp shove causing him to go crashing through the now cracked-open doorway. For one extended moment, Crowley seemed to hover in the air, the area where his stomach should be, dropping as he fell backwards in slow motion before time seemed to remember to move and Crowley slammed into the floor in the new room with a broken grunt of pain. The Doctor’s hand reaching out towards him uselessly from seemingly miles away was the last thing he saw before the door slammed shut and the room plunged him into darkness.

[shadesofdeviant]

I kinda wanna plot a random multi-chapter crossover fic...where Crowley post Season 2, heartbroken and sore and lonely, suddenly finds himself trying to say "mavity" instead of "gravity" and realises some idiot has messed with one of his creations and that is just...not on.

So Crowley goes travelling determined to hiss at whoever changed the name and finds himself suddenly in the chaos of the 14th Doctor and Donna.

I like to imagine 14 and Crowley being immortal heartbroken healing buddies. Crowley helping the Doctor come to terms with the truth about his past, having his view of his people completely turned on its head. The Doctor helps Crowley come to terms with Aziraphale's decision and his own choices and the heartbreak of losing the love of your life.

And if Crowley yells "GRAVITY" every time someone says "mavity" even better.

He likes to pop out of vents or emerges from the shadows or drops down from strategic ledges to correct people.

UNIT are rather sick of him and are trying to Crowley-proof their building to keep him out.

They still haven't managed it yet.

[shadesofdeviant]

I've got a really odd urge to write some form of Human!AU or Other Fantasy!AU for my Ineffable Spouse babies and I'm not sure why...or indeed what.