#anthony j sharpe

[adventuressclubamericas]

Wishing a very happy birthday to Anthony Sharpe!

Recent headshot by Aforantman - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=152957865

[shmit1]

Merry Christmas Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries Style

[xx-vergil-xx]

page of crowleys for your consideration

[grimacingheron]

I love him a totally normal amount. /lie

I don't know where this art style come from, but trying to replicate it with Aziraphale is painful.

Maybe because he's a different body type than I'm experienced with?

Anyway, I'm struggling tryin' to get it right.

The fic quoted is "Drinking Buddies and Diaries" by dove_dove on Ao3. (@heyimdove on here)

I loved the fic. Everything was top tier. If anyone reads my posts, heed my recommendation.

I eat Good Omens works for breakfast, lunch, dinner and intermittent snacks. :)

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Star Trek Picard :The Final Season 2023

[aziraphales-library]

I didn't know the fandom had librarians! This is amazing!

I read Factory Settings recently and I'd like to find more fanfics that deal in multiple realities, split realities or time travel / time loops etc. Do you know of any?

Hi! We actually have tags for these, so do check out the fics we've already recommended here: #multiverse, #alternate universe, #time travel, and #time loop. Here are more to add to the collections...

A Moment Suspended in Sea Spray by cassieoh (T)

Green filled his vision in the brief second before he instinctively tucked his head away in his coils. Crawly didn’t think there had ever been anything green and growing in Hell save perhaps a good mold behind Hastur’s knees. Cautiously, he inched the very tip of his nose out of his coils and flicked his tongue. Growing things. Soil. Apples. The oil left behind by human hands. Something strange and sharp smelling. Under it all, a smell he knew but couldn’t place. This wasn’t Hell.

Limitless by SmokingMirrorChaos, Yvesriba (T)

Crowley has never known a world with Aziraphale. Where he's from, his counterpart was the angel Anathema. 6000 years of friendship eventually lead to them traveling between worlds until they discover one where there has never been a Crowley. But, there is an Aziraphale. They met and fall in love and with Aziraphale, Crowley finds the happiness he's always sought. A tale told in Crowley's stories to Aziraphale and flashbacks.

creatures of circumstance by attheborder (M)

Anthony J. Crowley, Jr. is the prodigal son of CrowleyCorp, the UK’s most powerful, dangerous, and controversial technology company. A one-night stand with a mysterious man who calls himself Aziraphale tips his hopeless life upside-down into a dangerous obsession. And somewhere else entirely, a girl-shaped creature is presiding over the back room of a bookshop in Soho, where an angel and a demon lay unconscious on the floor…

Endless Night by AppleSeeds (T)

Spending Halloween in an old cottage with his housemates, university student Crowley finds himself trapped in a time loop that repeats every four hours, with only the spirit of Anathema's dead witchy ancestor to help guide him. Agnes believes the time loop has been triggered by Crowley's own thoughts, and that the only way to break it is to ensure that Aziraphale, who Crowley is completely infatuated with, actually enjoys himself. Despite how flustered he gets every time he even looks at Aziraphale, Crowley does everything he can to try to make that happen. But no matter what he tries, things keep going wrong.

World Enough And Time by Stephquiem (T)

For Aziraphale, there were always two Crowleys: the First Crowley, the one he met in the Garden, the one he's spent 6000 years meeting across human history. And there is the Second Crowley, the one who comes to him across time, again and again, propelled, it would seem, by some unknown tragedy. Both, his hereditary enemy. His dearest friend. For Crowley, there is a Before, and there is an After. Before, he spent 6000 years as Hell's agent on Earth, seeing Aziraphale occasionally, working together where they could get away with it. After... After, he's drawn back over and over, like he's attached by a tether that just won't let him go. Not that he wants it to let him go. The alternative...

Smoke and Mirrors by cyankelpie (T)

“If we want the truth from him, he needs to feel safe enough to speak truthfully,” said Gabriel. “Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘The traitor couldn’t possibly feel safe while he’s in Heaven for interrogation!’ And you’d be right.” His grin widened. “But—this is where it gets really good—he won’t even know that’s where he is.” (Aziraphale is imprisoned in Heaven, but breaks free thanks to Crowley’s help. On Earth, Crowley wakes up from his pandemic nap to find Aziraphale missing. Meanwhile, two angels watch an imaginary life unfold, with all the time in the world to wait for the answers they need.) And the sequel, dealing with the aftermath: Reality Check

- Mod D

[cheeseplants]

Chapter one: The Apple Doesn't Fall Far

I'm so excited to share my new WIP. It's already pre-written at 58k!

Tags: Sad Wet Cat Crowley, Flirting over planning permits, Parish Councils, Bickerflickering forever

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Down-and-out Crowley moves to the sticks to save his late aunt's cottage from demolition, but when he finds out that Councillor Aziraphale Fell isn't quite so keen on the demolition he is supposed to be in charge of - the two of them scheme to save the cottage as they uncover that sometimes the key to the future lies in preserving the past.

However, when feelings bubble up, can their relationship survive if on the surface they have to pretend to be working against each other?

--- Excerpt

“Your aunt left you something in her Will.”

“Left me something? Money?” Crowley’s eyes lingered on the bills before he downed the expresso, and set about making another. 

“Something like that. There is a bit of a problem.”

And all he thought was of course, there always was. 

That was his life. He could see the Book of his Life: Anthony J. Crowley, gold-embossed and tied with a red ribbon. Inside, every page, the word: "but..."

He could have his flat in London, but he couldn’t afford it. He could find his dream job, but he’d get fired. He could fall in love—or at least think he had—but... A sharp pain shot through his chest, nausea rising before he pushed it back down.

"But" had been seared onto him since the day he was born.

Crowley stared at the strips of daylight peeking through the window, and the jeans crumpled on the floor. He had planned another carefully curated day of misery: reality TV, wine, sleep, repeat. This routine dulled the pain that sat in his chest like a fire that would never be extinguished.

Inside, the four walls held him close and safe, keeping the blaze at bay. But even he knew his ability to keep the flat was dwindling, what with the extortionate bills and sky-high rent in one of London’s most expensive neighbourhoods. It had seemed such a good idea to buy here when he was at the top of his game. He hadn’t anticipated the fall.

Yesterday he’d sloped back to the cornershop under the judgemental eyes of the shopkeeper who must have noticed the uptick in Shiraz sales over the past few weeks. Crowley bought two bottles, and a tub of ice-cream.

Two bottles of wine, he decided, seemed like the kind of thing someone with a partner or a friend might buy. Three is too much, and one is suspicious. One screams: 'I am home alone and filling my days with alcohol and sleeping'. Two gave the air of someone who might be sharing their life with someone; not that he wanted to do that again. 

Those bottles were riding around in his stomach this morning like a waltzer he wished he could get off.

Crowley pushed the receiver back up to his ear. “Wot something? Wot problem?” His head was too foggy for this today.

“I suggest you come in, Mr. Crowley.”

Read chap one here.

Thanks to the amazing @happynachohologram & @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon for their incredible beta!

@goodomensafterdark

[extraaa-30]

Why soft dom Aziraphale + bratty sub Crowley appeals to me

(be serious though they're both switches)*

Soft Dom Aziraphale

1. heaven

An angel is supposed to be the pure one, undefiled, meek, following orders without question, the girl to be got, the prize to be sought after, the white to be soiled. Subvert it! Aziraphale shouldn't be confined to an eternity of zero agency, naivety, and bland pastels. The idea of Aziraphale getting to really own his "bastard" side, getting to be "selfish," be demanding, be in control--delightful.

And, Aziraphale has guilt complexes on his guilt complexes. Because, unlike most of humanity, he is intimately aware of the righteous, pitiless violence that heaven is capable of. And he's made an art of subtly and ceaselessly defying it by being gentle, by demonstrating enormous restraint. He is a warrior who gave away his holy sword. He swerves severely in the direction of being reserved, harmless, feels clear guilt about any strong desires or direct asks. He has an obvious anxiety about excess (the mental acrobatics he does to justify his book collection, for example, are an entire circus). Free him from the fear of going too far!

2. the effeminate gay man

Thee Southern Pansy, "gay as a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide," with the fancy clothes and prim and proper aesthetic, ever the damsel in distress, flamboyant and limp-wristed, the one who is called slurs by children, the one who is sunshine and sweetness, "the nice one."

Except we know he is secretly a bastard! We know this bitch has preferences! Let him own that! The fact that he is effeminate should not automatically make him more submissive I literally hate that. On the inside Aziraphale is cunty and commanding and he should get to be!

3. with Crowley

Let him say what he craves directly so help me god! No double-speak, no games, no lustfully looking but then looking away immediately. Let him consume. Let him indulge in the gluttony he endlessly flirts with yet denies himself out of guilt and fear. The idea of Aziraphale as a gentle dom just seems so healing, like a puzzle piece that finally gets to click into place without shame.

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Bratty Sub Crowley

1. hell

A demon is supposed to be the impure one, the defiler, the temptress, the seducer, the villain who takes, the black that soils. Subvert it! Crowley shouldn't be confined to the tropes of his demonic nature. He does not just take, just ruin. He is not inherently the one with experience while Aziraphale is the naive, pure little virgin. The idea of him being submissive to an angel (well...to this angel) is a delicious way to challenge that narrative.

And oh my god my girl has trust issues. As a demon his mentality is severely no allies, watch your back, the one who was cast out, rejected for a first offense, shaky ground, always in danger. He's not supposed to trust others, and he has legit biblically valid reasons to be wary and paranoid. Free him from the fear of trusting someone else to take control!

2. Mr. Cool

Mr. Bond, suave, smooth, stoic, sharp angles, stylish and slick, so very dangerous and criminal, the one with the car, the rebel, the snake. Compared with Aziraphale, he's supposed to be Mr. Hardass, "not nice."

Except we know he is secretly a disaster twink, 110% a soft sad little loser under that facade (and not buried that deep either)! He is a romantic who, in spite of hell, wants to give his angel chocolates! Let him own that!

3. with Aziraphale

Let him be unequivocally, unambiguously wanted oh my god! No guessing games! No trying to decipher what the fuck Aziraphale is really saying to him! Free him from the fear of always being "too fast" or "too late." All this bitch wants is for Aziraphale to be pleased by him, by Anthony J-acts-of-service Crowley! The idea of finally allowing him that...another puzzle piece. So satisfying and healing and safe.

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*They're switches your honor

1. "our side"

Not heaven, not hell. Not angels or demons. Not all black or all white. If you think they don't switch, you're wrong.

2. weight & gender

Aziraphale is bigger and keeps his hair short and has a steadiness to him and all those things are perceived as more masculine by some and therefore stronger and more dominant. Fuck that! His size also is too often viewed as something unattractive, which--extremely fuck that. My boy is a treat and a catch. He should get to feel pretty and soft in a totally uncomplicated way as often as he goddamn wants.

Crowley is skinny, often has longer hair, has an absolute treasure hoard of gender, and there's a flightiness to him that's perceived as more feminine by some and therefore weaker and more submissive. Again I say fuck that! His slimness likewise is too often viewed as more desirable, more malleable and able to be cowed; to which I say: die! He is no dainty flower. He actually can often be commanding and capable. Take him seriously.

Furthermore: Aside from the obvious fact that weight, gender, and d/s all have jack shit to do with each other, subverting these tropes remains as important as subverting the other ones. Aziraphale should get to feel delicate and wanted just as much as Crowley. And Crowley should get to feel powerful and in control just as much as Aziraphale. To deny either of them those experiences...bad! Shut up!

3. Crowley & Aziraphale

Their dynamic is already basically gentle dom Aziraphale & bratty sub Crowley. Like literally inches below the surface lmao it's not that hard to spot (see: Az pouts about paint on his jacket, Crowley instantly rushes to fix it but in a cunty way; Crowley pins Az to a wall and Az isn't even slightly intimidated or out of control).

The problem is, they're not talking (see: Az can't ask directly; Crowley has to act tough). Which is why I personally feel that a more honest d/s dynamic, with all that unspoken ritual out in the open, would be an enormous relief for them.

That said, it's not fair to confine them to that familiar dynamic! Crowley isn't a sad wet rat all the time-- let him plan things and have them work out for once. Let him be (on purpose lol) successfully seductive! Likewise Aziraphale deserves to let his fucking hair down. Let my girl not have to do everything in this goddamn house! He deserves to not have to be the one in control all the time. He has trust issues just as deep as Crowley's, and equally deserves to feel safe and wanted.

Also Aziraphale is too much of a hedonist to not want to try everything. If you think he's sticking with one dynamic you are a fool. A clown. As my French-speaking 6,000 year old middle aged babygirl would say: an imbécile.

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I wrote this for me, but if you read this far I hope you enjoyed it lol peace & love on planet earth

[beerok23]

Runaway Groom - Chapter 9

With the compliments of my beta angel @somewhere-in-wales 💜

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 9 - CAR RIDE

“I’ve never said this to anyone, but…when I was at uni, I did want to become a novelist.” Aziraphale’s eyes twinkled with curiosity whilst he smiled at Crowley, “Really? Were you ever published?” “Uhm, no, no.” Crowley shrugged. “But I…uhm, I still have a draft of a book saved, uhm…somewhere.” “What was it about?” Aziraphale was probably showing too much appreciation for the single fact that Crowley had produced something of his own, an original Anthony J. Crowley. But he didn’t care. “You’ll laugh at me.” “I won’t.” “You will.” “I won’t, I promise.” Aziraphale tried his puppy dog look and pouted, knowing that it usually worked with Anathema whenever he really wanted something. “Oh, fine.” Crowley gave in after a quick glance in his direction. “It was a fantasy romance.” Aziraphale gaped at him, “Fantasy romance like…Twilight?” he joked, stifling a chuckle. “See? I knew you’d laugh.” Crowley scoffed all the same. “I’m not laughing, I’m not!” “No, it was more an angels-demons themed kind of fantasy. Heaven, Hell, Armageddon…” “And where did the romance fit in that?” Crowley smiled, and it reached his sharp cheekbones, “The main characters were an angel and a demon of male appearance…who fell in love.” He sighed.

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[wanderingmind867]

i probably haven't read enough Golden Age Comics to make this (I've barely read any, really), but I just spent the whole weekend making this list of birthdates for Earth-Two DC heroes and villians. I could've been working on my Christmas List! But no! My brain just had to get fixated on this. So here it is. This thing I didn't need to make, but my brain wouldn't let me stop working on. So here's a long list of names and birthdays. Nobody asked for this, and it was hellish to make. But my brain still expects me to make three more of these! sigh...

Superman (Clark Kent/Kal-L): 1916

Lois Lane: 1917

Power Girl (Kara Zor-L/Karen Starr): 1916 (Birth Certificate says 1956)

George Taylor: 1887 Died: 1955 (Age at Death: 68)

Jimmy Olson: 1928

Perry White: 1914

Lana Lang: 1920

Steve Bard: 1916

John Kent: 1875 Died: 1938 (Age at Death: 65)

Mary Kent: 1876 Died: 1932 (Age at Death: 60)

Samuel Lane: 1887 Died: 1973 (Age at Death: 86)

Ella Lane: 1889 Died: 1979 (Age at Death: 90)

Lucille Lane: 1920

Susie Tompkins: 1939

Batman (Bruce Wayne): 1915 Died: 1979 (Age at Death: 64)

Catwoman (Selina Kyle): 1920 Died: 1977 (Age at Death: 57)

Robin (Dick Grayson): 1933

Huntress (Helena Wayne): 1957

Batwoman (Kathy Kane): 1922

Alfred Beagle: 1900 Died: 1989 (Age at Death: 89)

Karl Kyle (Catwoman's Brother): 1924

Harvey Kent: 1912

Gilda Kent: 1915

Thomas Wayne: 1883 Died: 1924 (Age at Death: 41)

Martha Wayne: 1884 Died: 1924 (Age at Death: 40)

Phillip Wayne: 1885 Died: 1939 (Age at Death: 56)

Commissioner James Gordon: 1900 Died: 1976 (Age at Death: 76)

Julie Madison: 1915

Linda Page: 1919

Barbara Gordon (James Gordon's Wife): 1900 Died: 1981 (Age at Death: 81)

Anthony Gordon: 1931

The Flash (Jay Garrick): 1918

Joan Garrick: 1920

Winky Moylan: 1916

Blinky Boylan: 1915

Noddy Toylan: 1914

Green Lantern (Alan Scott): 1913

Doiby Dickles: 1896

Irene Miller: 1914

Harlequin (Molly Mayne): 1923

Wonder Woman (Diana Prince/Diana of Themyscira): 1920

Steve Trevor: 1918

Etta Candy: 1927

Paula von Gunther: 1907

Gerta Von Gunther: 1935

Phillip Darnell: 1903

Hawkman (Carter Hall): 1917

Hawkgirl (Shiera Sanders-Hall): 1917

The Atom (Al Pratt): 1921

Mary James Pratt: 1920

Joe Morgan: 1904

The Spectre (Jim Corrigan): 1900

Clarice Winston: 1908

Percival Popp: 1918

The Sandman (Wesley Dodds): 1913

Dian Belmont: 1916

Sandy the Golden Boy (Sanderson Hawkins): 1928

Lawrence Belmont: 1888 Died: 1974 (Age at Death: 86)

Hourman (Rex Tyler): 1913

Wendi Harris: 1936

Jimmy Martin: 1931

Thorndyke Thompkins: 1930

Doctor Fate (Kent Nelson): 1908

Inza Cramer: 1916

Johnny Thunder: 1917

Daisy Darling: 1918

Peachy Pet: 1935

Red Tornado (Ma Hunkel): 1901

Scribbly Jibbet: 1930

Mortimer "Dinky" Jibbet: 1933

Huey Hunkel: 1930

Amelia "Sisty" Hunkel: 1934

Starman (Ted Knight): 1915

Doris Lee: 1917

Woodley Allen: 1893

Doctor Mid-Nite (Charles Mcnider): 1915

Myra Mason: 1918

Wildcat (Ted Grant): 1919

Joan Fortune: 1913

Hiram Skinner: 1921

Mr. Terrific (Terry Sloane): 1920

Wanda Wilson: 1921

Black Canary (Dinah Drake): 1926

Larry Lance: 1925

Star Spangled Kid (Sylvester Pemberton): 1927

Merry, Girl of 1,000 Gimmicks (Merry Pemberton): 1934

Stripesy (Pat Dugan): 1914

Giovanni Zatara: 1918

Sargon the Sorcerer: 1919

Rose Canton: 1924 Died: 1985 (Age at Death: 61)

Alexei Luthor: 1906

Ultra-Humanite: 1844

J. Wilbur Wolfingham: 1910

Colonel Future (Edmond Future): 1918

The Puzzler: 1901

The Prankster (Oswald Loomis): 1908

The Toyman (Winslow Schott): 1910

Metalo (George Grant): 1909

The Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot): 1907

Clayface (Basil Karlo): 1887

The Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane): 1904

Hugo Strange: 1889 Died: 1982 (Age at Death: 93)

The Cavalier (Mortimer Drake): 1915

The Wizard (William Zard): 1913

Brainwave (Henry King): 1910 Died: 1984 (Age at Death: 74)

The Gambler (Steven Sharpe III): 1910 Died: 1987 (Age at Death: 77)

The Thinker (Clifford DeVoe): 1905

Rag Doll (Peter Merkel): 1916 Died: 1986 (Age at Death: 70)

The Fiddler (Issac Bowin): 1915

Anaya Bowin: 1930

The Icicle (Joar Mahkent): 1913 Died: 1986 (Age at Death: 73)

Sportsmaster (Crusher Crock): 1921

Tigress (Paula Brooks): 1923

Silver Scarab (Hector Hall): 1958

Fury (Hippolyta "Lyta" Trevor): 1958

Nuklon (Albert Rothstein): 1960

Northwind (Norda Cantrell): 1958

The Lare (Olivia Corrigan): 1953

Brainwave Jr (Henry King, Jr): 1963

Harlequin II (Noel Loomis-Schott): 1965

Obsidian (Todd Rice): 1966

Jade (Jennifer Lynn-Haden): 1966

Wildcat II (Yolanda Montez): 1955

Hourman II (Rick Tyler): 1966

Starman II (Jack Knight): 1972

Doctor Mid-Nite II (Beth Chapel): 1959

Cyclone (Maxine Hunkel): 1964

The Warlock (Warren Zard): 1974

Hazard (Rebecca Sharpe): 1971

The Gambler II (Steven Sharpe V): 1975

The Fiddler II (Issac Bowin Jr): 1961

The Icicle II (Cameron Mahkent): 1959

Tigress II (Artemis Crock): 1958

Rag Doll II (Peter Merkel Jr): 1951

[dysfunctionaldogdude]

Fictokin Emojis!!

Strikethrough names are friends/mutuals ONLY

❤️🐺 - Aaron Lycan [Aaron]

❤️‍🔥🐦‍⬛ - Anthony J Crowley [Crowley/AJC]

🩵⚠️ - Bill Cipher [Will]

🧡🐱 - Catra [Catra]

💚🤡 - Joker [Jokes]

🧡🐾 - Logan Howlett/Wolverine [Logan/Wolf]

💚🧊 - Loki Laufeyson/Odinson [Loki]*

❤️‍🩹🪽 - Lucifer Morningstar [Lucifer/Star]**

💛👤 - Oz Yellow [Oz/Ozzie]

🖤🦔 - Shadow The Hedgehog [Shads]

🤎🌕 - Remus Lupin [Remus/Moony]

💜🦄 - Twilight Sparkle [Twi]

🫀🦌 - Will Graham [Wilhem/Will]

I'm an agere please kink dni and everyone be aware of things tagged with 💝🐾 which is when I'm regressed [Little Age: 7]

Things tagged with 💿👾 is when I feel digital !![DO NOT REFER TO ME AS PHYSICAL WHEN TAG IS ACTIVE - WILL GLITCH OUT]!!

I'll do something with my shifts sometime - I'm always shifted as something so feel free to ask what I currently am!

*Dietykins as well - ☀️🛐 - **ONLY Dietykins

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Will make a new intropost - It'll be neater and include more stuff about me and less junk lol

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-What I do-

I create anything artistic basically. From drawing to music. I'm the founder of EstuFAWN Studios (@estufawn-studios) which makes VN, IFs, and Books.

I'm a fan of horror, psychology, biology, and slice-of-lifes [Not exclusive]. Some media I enjoy is Hannibal (TV), Good Omens, Merlin BBC, and Deadplate.

I take commissions and plan to put a commission board up sometime -> Most of my services will be free except high time and effort comms.

I do struggle with my mental health quite a bit so comms can be delayed because of that and due to the fact I am busy suddenly a lot. -> This doesn't just include comms I'm struggling to find proper therapy along with managing a world made for nuerotypicals so I disappear for weeks sometimes because I just don't have the energy

-A bit about me-

I was born and raised in the south in the US.

I'm only diagnosed with ADHD and AD, but I show signs of other neurodivergencies and mental disorders. Most are undiagnosed due to personal reasons.

I'm a Therian and Otherkin - Not a furry exactly (label doesn’t fit) - My theriotypes are Red Wolf, Axis Deer, Carrion Crow/Raven, All Leopards, and Lion. Cryptid Otherkin (NOT SPECIFYING)

-My Projects-

[Fanfictions]

SIDE WIP: Hannimals (NBC Hannibal Comic)

YET TO START: Hannibal Mini Comics (NBC Hannibal mini comic collection)

WIP(On Ao3): All of the 'Mermaids' have Sharp Teeth (NBC Hannibal Mermaid Fanfic) 17+

COMPLETED(On Ao3): Silk Sheets (NBC Hannibal Short Fanfic) 17+

HIATUS (On Ao3): Choreomania [Choreo!Omens] (Good Omens fanfic) 17+

YET TO START: Once Upon an Omens [Upon!Omens] (OUAT+Good Omens+Merlin) 14+

<Original works>

[Games]

MAIN WIP (@estufawn-studios): Ethereal (Dating sim) 16+

HIATUS (@estufawn-studios): Happy Days (ACOTCI Horror dating sim) 17+

[Books]

HIATUS (@estufawn-studios): Chew Before Swallow! (Sci-fi) 14+

HIATUS (@estufawn-studios): The Guide to the Universe (Guide for EstuFAWN Universes)

[Extra]

YET TO START: A Collection of the Clincally Insane "ACOTCI" (Horror and Gore) 17+

\-> A Collection of Horror/Thriller games about Clincally Insane couples and their stories.

[Rating meanings]

12+ (Light language, slight innuendo)

14+ (Mild language, light gore, innuendo)

16+ (Langauge, triggering content(abuse) light sexual content, mild gore)

17+ (Language, triggering content(SA&Rape mention), sexual content, gore)

\-> Not all of the 17+ will have sexual content most of them are rated for gore and triggering content

[e-rated-beardo]

✨ New fic ✨

(Just a little guy, climbing around where he shouldn't be)

I've embarked on something overambitious again! 😃 I'm 85k words and 20-ish chapters in on my gdrive - enough to dare to start posting before pride month is over. (trans angel trans angel trANS ANGEL—)

It's a supernatural murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/love letter to the City of Aberdeen/project to besmirch every building of my alma mater. Crowley and Aziraphale are human (and subtly different from their "regular" selves—but that's for readers to wonder about and characters not to notice, yet) and meet as academics. Cue bickering and romantic tension. Then, someone is found murdered on a summoning circle.

Scorn and the Saint-Maker (rated E, no warnings)

Tags: Murder mystery, Temporarily human, Romance, Smut (some skippable), Demon summoning, Canon universe, Trans Aziraphale 🏳️‍⚧️, Cis Crowley, more tags on AO3

Summary, excerpt and art stuff™️ below the break⤵

Summary:

Doctor Crowley has turned truancy into an art form, lecturing only under sufferance. Doctor Fell has signed up for his undergraduate course and has no plans to let him slack off. When a faculty member is found dead, our heroes start forming uneasy suspicions. What was the occult symbol drawn next to the body? Why does it feel like they’ve known each other forever? How is Crowley supposed to tell police that he thinks the murderer is a demon he summoned 35 years ago? And what about that statue that’s the spitting image of the victim?

Read the first two chapters on AO3 ➡️

Excerpt from chapter 2:

The bloody man… was… cute. He was cute, and damn him to hell. Anthony Crowley didn’t like cute. He didn’t even like people. Crowley had barely looked twice at another man in a decade. He’d already given that part of himself up as a bad job at about the same time that he abandoned his last attempt at making friends. He just wasn’t a friendly sort—he had too many sharp edges, too little patience, and too much of a penchant for rubbing people the wrong way for sport. But then here came this waistcoated, tartan brolly, sarcastic eyebrow, bitten-back smirk, Doctor-of-Information-Sciences oddity, strolling right into his lecture theatre where he didn’t even want to be, and all of a sudden Anthony J. Crowley, doctor of mathematics and advanced bastardry, found himself improvising a class about the very core of mathematics and trying to sodding impress. It was embarrassing, really.

✨ Art stuff™️ ✨

I wanted to sketch the building whose epic clock tower appears about five sentences into the second chapter (the first is a prologue, so it barely counts), so I found the prettiest reference photo with the most exciting perspective situation I could find. (The second point was a consequence of the first.)

Just look at this bullshit:

Then, well.

Things went a comfortable amount of overboard about as soon as pencil touched paper

Isn't she gorgeous, this granite orgy in gothic overkill? 🖤

Bonus: This fic contains maths (CW?), and there's going to be some blackboard drawings here and there. Here's the first. Gold star (maths nerd star ⭐️) if you can tell me the problem we're discussing without reading first.

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[treaturself]

Malfoy was once again a regular at Friday drinks, hovering in that maddening space of being too close and too far all at once—close enough to keep her nerves on edge, yet far enough that she found herself wishing he’d move closer.

The second week he was back, she was chatting with Anthony Goldstein, sitting three seats down from Malfoy, venting about the latest headaches from the Gringotts goblins. Her vault’s assigned goblin had changed yet again, which meant another frustrating round of security protocols—a hassle that had been happening far too often lately. It was the fifth time this year, a hassle she blamed on the renewed attention their infamous war-time break-in had garnered after she’d recounted their escape on a dragon during a speech at the Romanian Dragon Conservatory’s centennial celebration.

It wasn’t a test, she told herself. She was simply complaining about an annoyance to a friend. 

She also told herself she didn’t notice when Malfoy slipped out of the pub earlier than usual. And she most certainly didn’t dwell on it when she arrived home to find a letter from Gringotts waiting for her, far after regular business hours—an apology for the recent security mix-up and an assurance that she wouldn’t need to endure another hours-long clearance process.

So there it was. Everything, back to normal. 

Except, not really. Not when she now carried a new understanding, a sharp awareness that refused to fade.

She knew what Malfoy’s eyes looked like when they burned with icy accusation, sharp and piercing, as though her supposed romance with Krum had been a personal betrayal. She’d seen the way that frost melted, giving way to relief so profound it fractured into something startling: joy. A wide, unguarded smile—one she was certain she’d never seen on him before. Not even on the day he’d been spared a life in Azkaban at his sentencing hearing.

And she remembered his hands—the firm, grounding weight of them on her shoulders, followed by the faintest ghost of a touch as his fingers brushed past hers as he retreated from her.

And, of course, she now knew that she could say out loud things like “thank you” and “please don’t hurt Krum” and he’d still come back.

This newfound knowledge lit something within her—boldness, recklessness, a need to know more. She wanted answers, without asking questions.

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[wrengrif]

It is time for my favorite game...

Good Omens, What If.

Now yesterday, I read an amazing post by @ishomieokay, who postulated a very convincing theory that Aziraphale was going to end up being the Big Bad, because Supreme Archangel power was going to corrupt him.

Naturally this made me sad -- until I really started to think about it.

What If - Aziraphale did become power-mad?

What if he did become 'You Bullied Me And Now I'm Your Boss, Bitch' Supreme Archangel. Like it would be so FUCKING BAMF. Utterly horrifying, but utterly BAMF. He walks through the elevator, one of the archangels says something snide (my money is on Sandalphon, asshole), and Aziraphale just Supreme Archangel kicks him through the Heavenly Moon Door and makes him Fall. And while the other archangels are standing there, gaping, he straightens his collar and says, "I think you'll all find I have very little use for abusive language. Do keep that in mind. Where is my office?"

After that it's like as it's Lucifer 2 - The Principality Strikes Back. Aziraphale censuring angels left and right. Uriel doesn't get kicked - Uriel gets beaten for what they said about Crowley and then thrown out for a million mile dive. He makes Michael re-do the entire Second Coming. He's punching and kicking a hole in the archangel system that should be filled by someone who is willing to pull on the brakes. But no one does! Everyone is Too Fucking Scared.

The Metatron realizes that he hasn't trapped Aziraphale up there with them, they are all trapped here by A z i r a p h a l e. Aziraphale who is going to burn everything down because none of it is worthy (Aziraphale isn't worthy) of God's Love and they are just going to tear Heaven and Hell down to the nubs in the floor, and maybe Earth too because you know what, none of it is worthy of God (Crowley). Finally, Saraquel has had enough. She slaps the Down Button to Earth. Rolls herself into whatever dive bar that Crowley is in, and tells him point blank that if he doesn't help stop Aziraphale, it's going to be worse than Armageddon. Everything is going to be destroyed down to atoms, even wine.

Crowley gets to do two things that he's probably always wanted to do. One, he gets to be James Bond. Breaking into the Heaven (the Bond villain lair), knocking out some angel guards, maybe even punching Metatron in the face for getting them all into this situation in the first place. Second, he gets to kick open the doors to the Supreme Archangel's office, stare Aziraphale down from where he's seated behind his invisible glass desk (I imagine him petting a white duck. Why? I don't know.), looking forbidding and dressed in a silver white that matches his hair and his beard. Stereo-typical God, y'know.

And they stare at each other, for a long moment, glowering with all the hurt, and pain, and still - still - love that they have both known for six thousand years. Finally, Aziraphale speaks, his purple eyes flickering, "So what exactly are you supposed to be?" Crowley smiles That Sharp Smile, that one that Aziraphale adores. The one he actually fears. Crowley reaches behind his coat, and says, "Me? Crowley. Anthony J. Crowley. And I'm now the world's greatest magician, because I'm about to make you disappear." Aziraphale tenses in his throne, filled with that same sense of dread and can it be, hope? that Crowley is here to end him. Crowley doesn't look away as he growls, "Hocus Pocus, Supreme Arsehole." He pulls in front of him .... a bird cage. With a nightingale in it. Who immediately begins to sing. Crowley takes off his glasses, looks Aziraphale dead in the eye, and speaks in a rough voice. "I forgive you."

And just like that ... the Supreme Archangel crumbles down into dust, leaving behind a weeping Aziraphale.

End scene.

... I'd probably add some explosions in there. Just for fun. Oooooh and when Crowley is kicking ass through Heaven the song that plays is 'Don't Stop Me Now'.

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Blacklight 2022

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I was wondering if you could recommend some fics where Crowley and/or Aziraphale are detectives. I would prefer if they were rated M or E. Thank you :)

Hey. Here are some M/E detective fics...

All's Fair In Love And Serial Killing by WyvernQuill (M)

Detective Inspector Crowley is 99.999 percent sure that Aziraphale Fell is a serial killer. The trouble is only that the remaining 0.001 percent are deeply in love with the man… --- In which there is A Murder - rather a lot of them, actually - A Marriage Proposal - just the one - and True Love - whose course runs less not-smooth than it takes a sharp left turn, loops a couple times, and doubles back on itself, before crashing straight into a wall. (Don't mind the metaphor. It still ends well. Promise.)

yours in black lace by okapi (E)

Hardboiled, hell-fried private investigator Anthony J. Crowley is just trying to survive a hot, boring August, but a new case and a series of anonymous naughty letters signed only 'yours in black lace' are about to make things interesting. Chapters 1-3 are case fic. Chapter 4 is smut. For the 2020 DW Unconventional Courtship challenge based on a summary of the Mills & Boon novel Yours in Black Lace by Mia Zachary.

Snow Angel by Lurlur (E)

Detective Constable Crowley has been working the "Snow Angel" case for almost a year. It's Christmas Eve and finally, his luck seems to have come in. Arresting Aziraphale Fell, big-time drug dealer, is the easy part. Questioning him is the hard part. It's a police procedural that goes sideways. I'd say it still manages to have a more coherent plot than any episode of Prodigal Son, but that's not saying much.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E)

The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

It's A Hard Life by Krisdaughter_of_Athena (M)

“Crawly” was the best delivery man in the whole city of London, and everyone knew it. Whether it be books and flowers, or narcotics and guns, Crawly was the one for the job. Easy enough for Crawly to slip in and out of tight spaces, and easy enough to keep his real name off the police radar. Detective Constable Aziraphale Pritchard is used to being told he is not very good at his job. He is as surprised as everyone else when he is the officer to catch Crawly, the Devil’s infamous delivery driver, in the act. He is the only officer to figure out Crawly’s real name. But no one else knows that, otherwise they’d also know that the DC tends to get drunk with this particular member of the notorious Demons every other Thursday, and would also know of the fragile Arrangement between the two. Aziraphale knew it couldn’t last. However, what are the two to do when Crowley is given an extra special delivery, one which places the two unlikely allies alongside each other for the long haul? How will they keep the delicate balance of their arrangement from their respective sides? And how will they keep one boy from bringing destruction to the entirety of London?

The Currents by indigo (M)

Post-End-of-the-World-that-Wasn't, a bored demon sets up a Detective Agency and obviously drags his angel counterpart in to help out. They are tasked with preventing a murder before it happens and set off to the Highlands of Scotland - where, of course, nothing works out quite the way they imagine...

- Mod D