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pookie-mulder · 4 months ago

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June 2024 fic roundup

Here are my favorite June reads:

👶📝 Of Our Own Making by @television-overload

I totally forgot to put this on last month’s list! I absolutely loved reading each new chapter every morning at work. I can’t not read a marriage of convenience fic, especially when there’s a baby involved.

💌🦃 Small Lives Awake by Jesemie’s Evil Twin

You know when you read something so sweet, so pure, that you feel like it breaks your heart in the best way? That’s this fic. It’s incredibly fluffy without being cheesy, and the writing style is so elegant.

🏝️��‍👩‍👦 The Eden Series by Jacque LaVa

Was this the best fic I’ve ever read? No. Was everyone OOC? Definitely. Did I still enjoy it? You bet. I cannot resist the siren call of a survival fic, an amnesia fic, or a kidfic, and this had all three.

👰‍♀️🤵‍♂️ The Marriage Spectacular by @cecilysass

I’ve never met a cecilysass fic I didn’t like, and this was no exception. Fake relationship my beloved! Only one bed my beloved! Mulder and Scully being idiots in love my beloved! Absolutely delightful. 10/10, no notes.

🌀☔️ Hurricane Season by beduini & rah

This fic perfectly captures M&S’s “we’re completely and utterly devoted to each other and literal soulmates yet we still doubt our place in each other’s lives and we never actually talk about it” dynamic that we know and love. It takes place when William is a few months old and they’re still trying to define their relationship. I loved it SO MUCH!

(hmu for an epub — the chapters are long, which makes it easy to lose your place if you don’t finish the chapter in one sitting)

❄️✈️ WHITEOUT by EvanBlack

A classic “Mulder and Scully get in a plane crash and have to survive until help arrives” story. (You all know by now how much I love a survival fic!)

I absolutely adored the dynamic between them in this one. They’re down SO bad for each other, and it shows. I especially loved the beginning when they’re both wishing they were sitting next to each other so they could hold hands. That’s the good stuff right there!

🛁🧪 Antidote by Rachel Howard and Karen Rasch

Mulder and Scully investigate an unknown contagion in a remote town. You can probably guess what happens from there.

This was the perfect road trip read! Engaging and exciting without being too plot-heavy.

🤰👶 40 Weeks by @malibusunset-xf-blog

What if the IVF worked?

The most delectable pregnancy fluff with a dash of smut and a healthy serving of Mulder and Scully figuring out their relationship.

🪶🐎 Omens by @lepusarticus

I cannot say enough good things about this fic. It’s definitely a new addition to the Holy Grail list.

It’s a casefic, but it doesn’t feel like a casefic…more like an exploration of magic and family and love. With its spooky small-town gothic vibe and emphasis on powerful women and strange houses and ancient magic, it reminds me a lot of my favorite book series, The Raven Cycle. (If you liked this fic, you should go read TRC!)

This fic has layers and nuance and themes and motifs and gorgeous metaphors and one incredibly hot scene that ticked all my boxes. Even the OCs are rich and compelling. I would read a whole series set in this universe!

💥🚗 Goshen by Bonetree

Emily angst plus survival plus tending to each other’s injuries plus hurt/comfort? Yes please! I love it when I find a fic that seems to be created in a lab just for me.

(After reading the summaries of the following installments, I’m not quite sure if they’re really my thing. Has anyone read the rest of the series? Did you like it?)

👦🏻🦊 A Boy and His Fox by 6hoursgirl

Mulder and Scully “platonically” coparent their son. Mulder learns what it means to be a dad. Pure, unadulterated fluff! If you like kidfics, this one is a must-read.

📚👩‍⚕️ Heuvelmans’ On the Track by The_Mythopeodic

This fic is a fandom classic, and I can definitely see why. The author uses language in unexpected and interesting ways, which is not something you see very often in fic.

I tend to go for “popcorn” fics that are addictive and easy to binge. This one is more like a hearty slab of meat. Both types are good in their own way, but this fic made me work for it.

Anyway, I got a bit frustrated with myself around the halfway mark and kept having to reread passages a few times to truly understand what’s going on. I lamented that I needed a reading guide like they used to give you in English class.

After putting it aside for a few days, I came back and DEVOURED the second half. I don’t want to spoil anything, but if you’ve read it, you know what I’m talking about. I loooooved seeing Scully be resourceful and scrappy and capable, and the epilogue is incredible. I’m glad I pushed through!

🪡🌨️ Skamania County by Sarie_Fairy

This is actually the second time I’ve read this one, which I didn’t realize until near the end when I tried to leave kudos, haha. Anyway, I loved it both times! It has everything that makes survival fics so enticing: a nice trip to the woods that quickly goes wrong, one person hiding their life-threatening injury from the other, the intimacy of tending to their wounds, cuddling (naked) for warmth, and finally resolving that UST. Chef’s kiss!

🧙‍♀️🔭 The Mars Differential by @asteraceae-blue

This one is a WIP, and I cannot wait for the rest! It’s an intriguing casefile with plenty of msr.

I also read a bunch of @o6666666’s fics thanks to this masterlist that made its way around recently!

They are the master of writing fic that hurts so good. This IVF arc one might be my favorite, along with this season 9 one that squeezed my heart like a stress ball.

#the x files #txf #x files #fic #fox mulder #dana scully #msr #fic roundup #mine

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delioncourtes · 1 year ago

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✨ GOMENS FIC RECS ✨

i asked for people's favorite fics and sharing is caring :)

(i included my own recs as well)

feel free to reblog and add more!

❤️ recommended by @oldzhishen ❤️

Crown of Thorns series by irisbleufic (rating G-E)

This series was never intended to be a series as such: I wrote "A Better Place" in the wake of rather accidentally getting to ask a certain question (What are Aziraphale and Crowley doing on the South Downs, anyway?) of both authors within a week of each other back in 2005 and actually getting an answer (Sharing a cottage), thinking it'd just be a happy little one-off. But something curious happened when my Good Omens Exchange 2010 assignment resulted in "The Walls, the Wainscot, and the Mouse." From that point onward, interest in this little 'verse slowly, but steadily picked up momentum, and I kept finding more stories to tell. Some of the characters that appear herein (Phillippa [Pippa] Morrison, the Mouse, Amanda [Mandy] Tomlin, Uriel, Raphael, et al.) first turned up in my one and only attempt at a second-Apocalypse dark mirror universe, A Crown of Stars (AO3 posting of same) and its follow-ups, which predates this series considerably. The two universes parallel each other, but this one is, for our purposes, post novel-canon and set in our reality. That's pretty much what you need to know. Thank you all for continuing to read and also for giving this project life. I'll continue to add stories and ficlets until I run out of ideas or until my heart stops (whichever comes first)! The current existing pieces are complete; the series overall is ongoing on an as-and-when basis, which means that the time between additions may be weeks or months or, in rare instances, up to a year.

Madman and a Fool by loserchildhotpants (rating E)

God considers Crowley's unyielding pining for Aziraphale, his acts during the End of the World, and his very genuine desire to protect Aziraphale, worth rewarding. She can't make him an Angel again, but She can nudge Aziraphale in the right direction. If nothing else, She'd really just like Crowley to stop using Her prayer inbox for endless soliloquies about Aziraphale.

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm (rating T)

As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following: --His clothing was expensive and stylish; --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne; --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;” --He looked angry; --He was wearing sunglasses. What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

A Home at the Beginning of the World by stereobone (rating E)

"Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me."

For the Angel Who Has Everything by triedunture (rating E)

Crowley likes giving Aziraphale things. Whatever he wants, actually. Which, happily, includes Crowley himself, as it turns out.

I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize by stereobone (rating E)

"Are you working for Mrs. Sandwich?" Nina asks. "No," Crowley says. "Well, yes. Well, define 'working'." -- Or, Crowley is very good at faking sex work, as it turns out.

🧡 recommended by @reloha 🧡

let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) by thehoyden (rating T)

Aziraphale saw him sometimes in all-staff meetings, sitting toward the front but off to the side, lounging against a wall. Even then, he’d had style—wings tipped in gold and face painted with gold flakes in the pattern of the first constellation he designed. He was amazing, and eye-catching, and it was no exaggeration to say that he did not know Aziraphale even existed.

You'll Find Something Waiting (Right There Where You Left It) by PrimalBeatsOurHearts (rating T)

"Lets go in the Garden, "You'll find something waiting" "Right there where you left it" "Lying upside down" ------------ Or What if Crowley was Erased from The Book Of Life?

Moving Forward While Standing Still by Justanothernerdsstuff (rating G)

“Uh, yeah, sure! Thanks,” They replied and walked away, not sure why this specific book was so important to the angry man, but they were £50 richer, so they didn’t really care. Crowley flipped through the book, stalling making the decision to go into the bookshop to confront Muriel. He turned to walk away, stopped, groaned, and stalked his way into the bookshop. *** Crowley finds himself at Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death a month after Aziraphale left to run Heaven, and ends up back at the bookshop, something he never planned to do again.

7 minutes in heaven by waddlesthejoghog (rating T)

"If Crowley and Aziraphale couldn’t figure it out, Muriel would have to take a different approach. It wasn’t enough to put them in the same location. They had to plant some seeds of conversation. They had to come to a conclusion naturally, but with a push." OR Muriel reads every book in the shop, then comes up with a plan to get Aziraphale and Crowley back together.

In the Pocket of the Universe by indieninja92 (rating E)

Immediately after the church scene (and The Slow Zoom of Homosexual Panic), Aziraphale takes Crowley out for dinner in the only place still open in the middle of an air raid. Feelings closely follow.

How to Run a Bookshop by IneffableDoll (rating T)

Muriel has been running Aziraphale’s bookshop ever since his promotion Upward. Mr. Crowley seems intent on sticking around, and Muriel has no idea what to do about that. Then, Muriel stumbles upon a collection of sketchbooks full of a familiar redhead. Did…Aziraphale draw these? Has Mr. Crowley seen them? * (“No. No. Put that back.” “Oh, but isn’t it cute? A little cup with wings! I don’t suppose it can fly like those birds can? I don’t see what a cup needs wings for, really.” “You can’t use that.” “Of course not! These wings are too small for me, and I have my own if I want to get around.” “Wh – okay, first off, you can’t go flying about London. You’ll freak people out, cause a bunch of chaos – actually, you know what, do what you like. Heaven if I care. But don’t touch that mug.” “Is it dangerous?” “…No. But it’s not yours. And it’s not polite to use something that’s not yours. Not very angelic of you.” “Oh! Of course. I knew that.”)

💛 recommended by @cheeekycharchar 💛

Together We're Golden series by Guardian_Rose (rating G-T)

Crowley & Aziraphale move to a small town, into their own little cottage but it's not without its difficulties.

True Disaster by NuriaSchnee (rating E)

After Crowley saves him in 1941, Aziraphale realises he's fallen in love with the demon. Scared this dangerous feeling of his will cause problems to his friend, he tries to break their relationship. However, his plan to push the demon away fails and they end up admitting their feelings to each other. To be able to be together and keep it a secret, Crowley stops time every time they meet. However brilliant this seems at first, it doesn't take long to backfire, opening new wounds and raising more barriers between them.

Nanny Knows Best by DictionaryWrites (rating M)

Being a nanny, that should be simple. Simple. Easy as pie. Crowley wished that were true.

💚 recommended by yours truly 💚

Strange Moons series by racketghost (rating G-E)

“At least they were together for a time,” Crowley says, staring at the lit end of his cigarette, “maybe that’s enough.”

tales from a bookshop by Rizandace (rating T)

Post-season-two. Crowley's moping, Aziraphale wants to fix things, and turns out, there's enough blame to go around. ----- "You're being ridiculous." Crowley very nearly falls over. Like, actually. He very nearly loses balance for no reason at all and tumbles to the sidewalk next to his car. He’s been playing Aziraphale’s voice in his head for weeks, he’s been trying very hard to drown out the sound of it, in fact, and now suddenly, abruptly— “What are you doing here,” is all he can think to say. He whirls around, and there he is. on Crowley’s right, standing there like he’d never left. Where he belongs, Crowley’s mind helpfully supplies. He wishes he could punch himself in the brain, knock the thoughts right on out of there.

Meanwhile the World Goes On by lineslines (rating G)

Crowley looked at him. He was still wearing his suit, there was tartan in it, but it had become polished, the worn edges returned to pristine, boring perfection. He looked prim. Proper. Perhaps this hurt most of all. (Crowley is on earth, Aziraphale is not. Meanwhile the world goes on. Plans, great and possibly ineffable, are set into motion. They are--always, inevitably--drawn back together. Long before reconciliation, long before they can bear it. The only thing they can bear less is staying apart. Oh, and Heaven seems to have misplaced Jesus.)

So You Need To Get Into A.Z. Fell & Co.; Now What? (A Guide For Unfortunate Bookworms) by c4llistrad (rating G)

London’s antique enthusiasts and rare lit nerds alike know that if you’re looking for a specific vintage or antique book, you have a good chance of ending up in A.Z. Fell & Co. as a last resort. And if you’ve ever been in (or are currently in) this predicament, you know how much of an absolute nightmare it is trying to even get in the door. Luckily, this handy guide, the fruit of a months-long collaborative effort to create the perfect formula for gaming the A.Z. Fell system, will tell you everything you need to know, complete with a comprehensive breakdown of what, exactly, the opening hours are. Compiled by pageknight and inky of the Rare Antique Forums.

Like Icarus Before Me by Arokel (rating T)

If Aziraphale were a Good person, a virtuous person, he wouldn’t have taken Crowley’s hand at all. Aziraphale muses on the nature of Goodness, and finally shares those musings with Crowley.

It's Something Like a Corkscrew by Arokel (rating G)

“How do you live with this… this inevitability? This knowledge of what’s to come?”

So let us melt by Arokel (rating G)

Of the two of them, Crowley thinks Aziraphale has held on to more of his faculties than Crowley has, but then again, he is putting off angelic heat like a particularly virtuous furnace.

So Much to be Consoled as to Console by Arokel (rating T)

“What are you,” Crowley drawled, “the patron saint of queer kids?” A series of lost souls over the centuries who prayed, whether they knew it or not, to the Angel Aziraphale.

Factory Settings by Anonymous (rating T)

Crowley gets reinstated as an angel.

such surpassing brightness by bibliocratic (rating G)

The revelation that Aziraphale might have been in love with him for thousands of years is surprising. The fact that literal books have been written on the subject comes as even more of a shock.

knowing this will I reach for you by Aria (rating E)

It wasn't as though his interest in Aziraphale was entirely appropriate. Of course it wasn't bloody appropriate. He was consorting with the Enemy, nothing about it was appropriate.

The Sandford Flower Show by Mussimm (rating E)

Crowley had waited six thousand years, kept it all in check. But this was the slipperiest slope he’d ever set foot on and as soon as he’d indulged in a few discretionary acts of kindness he was falling face first into pining, tumbling into flirting, about to dislocate his knees on the sharp rocks of intimacy. Was this really it? What he had waited six thousand years for? A stupid flower show? Aziraphale wasn’t pulling away from him. Maybe… maybe this time he wouldn’t? Maybe they’d hold hands again. Maybe tonight with a bottle of merlot in them he’d finally work up the courage and just kiss him and he wouldn’t pull away. The very moment he’d thought it he spotted the problem at the flower show.

you knew my name on sight by brinnanza (rating G)

“This wasn’t me, you know,” Crowley says, the words out of his mouth before he’s made the conscious choice to utter them. “Not just the library, but the whole civil war. You know me; I’ve mostly been getting drunk at Bacchanals.” “I know,” says Aziraphale.

The Longest Night series by charlottemadison (rating T-E)

The night the Apocalypse doesn't happen, an angel and a demon share a bus bench on the way home to face their fates. This is the story of their evening spun out line by line, all the little moments that carried them through the night they knew might be their last.

Witness the Fall by Waifine (rating G)

Crowley never talked about his time as an angel. Aziraphale never asked. But when Hell sends Crowley a package containing his most painful memories, it is Aziraphale who is plunged into the nightmare history of when his beloved friend, the angel who had once been Crowley, was hurled from the Heavens into the bowels of Hell.

An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually by TheLadyZephyr (rating G)

Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity. The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.

This Soul Outstreaming by Rend_Herring (rating E)

“Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault. Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap. When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks. Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

a lighthouse (burning) by books-and-omens (rating M)

In good weather, one can see the lighthouse at the Rock from the shore: a dot on the horizon, a distant star flashing red and white and red again. It’s been dark for a fortnight, of course—ever since the incident that every newspaper had breathlessly written about, that the paper-boys on the corners had shouted themselves hoarse over. This is where Aziraphale is headed: it is his duty, after all, to find out what happened, to make sure that the beacon can be safely lit once again. He does not expect Crowley to follow him to the windswept isle, to the lonely lighthouse at what could just as well be the edge of the world. Crowley follows him anyway.

paint the skies by ToEdenandBackAgain (rating G)

“This was one of yours, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale remarks casually, and Crowley feels like the warmth of the room has been sucked into space. A cold, uneasy feeling begins to creep into his gut. One of yours thrown out so casually. One of yours said like he... like he knew “What.”

Good Endings by WyvernQuill (rating T)

A Narrative of Certain Events following the Ending of the World (Except Not Quite), as vaguely hinted at in The Slapdash and Not Very Helpful Prophetic Tidbit of Agnes Nutter, Witch (And Matchmaker.) "Their lives are in horrible, terrible danger that only we can save them from!" Anathema held up the Prophetic Tidbit. "It says so. Right here." Madame Tracy peered at the page. Raised a meaningful eyebrow. "Dearie, as a woman of, well, considerable experience, I really don't think that's what 'the lyttle Deathe' means in this context..." "Huh." Anathema squinted. Flipped the page. Read another bit. "....huh." (Or, alternatively: Eight - give or take - matchmakers trying really, really hard, honest; two clueless ethereal/occult beings mutually pining their endless days away; and one witch, who can't leave well enough alone when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how many centuries ago she died.)

If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us) by Kedreeva (rating G)

Two months after the failed apocalypse Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings. A story about middle grounds, ineffable plans, and what happens when the world doesn't end.

lit in the darkness by ToEdenandBackAgain (rating M)

Aziraphale returns to Crowley's flat for the night after Armageddon. After all, it's hardly the first time they've shared sleeping arrangements. Or: Times throughout history Crowley and Aziraphale have shared a bed.

💙 recommended by @vonlipwig 💙

Petrichor & Parchment by MrsNoggin (rating E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face?

💜 recommended by @darthbreezy 💜

post-professional endeavours by darcylindbergh (rating T)

Retirement is a four-letter word.

💗 recommended by @thegeekyartist 💗

Fire, Bridges, and other Sensible Idioms by KiaraMGrey (rating E)

To: The person who stopped the washer in the middle of my wash cycle and took my clothes out just to wash your own… You are an arsehole! Unfortunately for you, so am I. You can find your wet clothes frozen outside in the snow. If you have any problems with this, come see me in 301. or Aziraphale has a new neighbor, and they certainly don't start off on the right foot.

❤️ recommended by @weiwnxian ❤️

Any Other Name by mostlyanything19 (rating T)

“The Angel of the Eastern Gate.” Crawly grins. “What’s your name, anyway? You never said.” “Oh...” Apologies, Aziraphael almost says, but then he doesn’t. That would be taking things a bit too far. This is still the Enemy. “Aziraphael.” “Aziraphael,” repeats Crawly—or tries to, because halfway through the word he chokes. Quite badly. Or: What if Aziraphale’s name was originally "Aziraphael", in keeping with the conventional spelling and pronunciation of angel names, but because of its divine nature Crowley is physically unable to say it out loud.

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indigovigilance · 7 months ago

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Do you have any fics in progress at the moment? If so, what about? If not, what is your favorite AU for the ineffable husbands?

Hi @greenchrysanthemum20! I actually have TWO fics in progress!

My looooong fic that has been running since October 4, 2023, called Give Me Death in a Big Cup, being beta'd by the ineffable @taraiha. This one is definitely my baby. On the surface, it's a human AU coffeeshop meet-cute between astronomer Crowley and single father Ezra of university-bound Muriel. But then, Crowley and Ezra begin to have strange dreams about two angels that ask questions. 150,000 words are published and I expect the finished work to come in at 300,000. Hard deadline of August because that's when I go back to school and none of you will ever see me again (or more likely I will feverishly publish short fic during semester breaks to cleanse my mind of academia).

My medium-length fic that I've been working on as well is Angel in the Eagle, beta'd by @tangerine-ginger. This is an omegaverse AU set in Los Angeles in which omega rights campaign manager Aziraphale and alpha grassroots organizer Crowley meet in a bar, hook up, and fall for each other all before realizing that they are on opposite sides of a major political conflict. They must navigate maintaining their romantic relationship while working against each other on matters where they hold deeply differing viewpoints. 20k published, expected 40k upon completion.

For whatever reason both of these begin as long distance relationships. Don't ask me why. I don't know.

I don't know that I have a favorite AU? I've seen adorable coffeeshop AU, tender omegaverse AU, transcendent priest AU, and fanstastic fairytale AU. Non-AU crack a special place in my heart, as well. Idiot angel/demon using their powers badly or trying and failing to do things the human way will always make me giggle. I've seen/written trans theming across different AUs, which I also love.

If you're asking for a specific rec, I adored Temporary Tattoo. I endeavor to write such cute, clever fic that's rated G.

I think what makes a really good for me is: what's the message? I saw something today that reminded me of @ineffabildaddy's most recent priest AU, basically how many Good Omens priest AUs end up denouncing organized religion and affirming a radical "love is good and God approves of our love" viewpoint and that is very healing.

Thanks for the ask!

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #archive of our own #ao3 author

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setaripendragon · 5 months ago

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Trying to organize my ask notebook better since I've run out of space under general fandom asks and I would like to know what fandoms you are in so I can ask the correct people about the correct fandoms.

I think my main ones are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ones I don't engage in canon at all are Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal ship, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie ship, The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier things and Ladybug and Cat Noir but only for Adrinette .

Also do you like getting asks that are or include story ideas or snippets?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer within a certain amount of time or at all.

Ooh, I am in so many fandoms XD It wouldn't actually be easier to list the ones I'm not in, but sometimes it feels that way.

Definitely there with you on The Hobbit and Bagginshield and Lord of the Rings and that whole 'verse, and I'm all in on the Good Omens and The Witcher (well, all in on most of the fandom, I've read some of one of the books, played some of one of the games, watched some of one of the shows... XD).

I also enjoy me some Sherlock, but my preferred flavour is Elementary, rather than BBC.

At the moment my main fandoms are One Piece (catching up with the anime atm, it's taking a while XD), Supernatural, and Star Wars (pretty much entirely second hand, except for the Kenobi show and recently being bullied into watching the Mandalorian with a friend =P).

Okay, I'm going to try and be concise now because otherwise we'll be here all day. Here are fandoms that I've written stuff for (published or not): A Song of Ice and Fire, Alice in Wonerland, Assassin's Creed, Avatar the Last Airbender, Black Butler, Bleach, James Bond, Charmed, Criminal Minds, Critical Role, Emperor's Edge, Fairy Tail, Firefly, Frozen, Fruits Basket, FullMetal Alchemist, Girl Genius, Rise of the Guardians, Harry Potter, Kingsman, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Merlin, Chronicles of Narnia, Naruto, Avatar (2009), Once Upon a Time, Peaky Blinders, Percy Jackson, Pride and Prejudice, The Sandman, Shadowhunters, Sinbad (Dreamworks), Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, Teen Wolf, The Untamed, Torchwood, White Collar, X-Men.

I'm not, you know, deep in the fandom of more than usually three or four at a time, but my muse wanders like she's got itchy feet. And I'm probably at least passingly familiar with several other fandoms: I'm enjoying watching Dungeon Meshi at the moment but I haven't yet got the itch to play in that sandbox, I love reading Scum Villain's Self Saving System fanfic but I don't feel I know the characters well enough to write my own, I watched basically all of the Disney animated movies as a kid but I haven't yet had a solid enough idea to write, I have seen some of Stranger Things but I watched most of it while somewhat sleep deprived and that is not the best way to watch horror ^^" I've played FF7, I've read the Hunger Games, I've watched Yuri On Ice, etc, but I don't have a convenient list of those, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I won't make this any longer than it needs to be going into my ships unless you ask specifically, but let it be said that I'm a polyshipper in a big way (nothing gets my brain to go brrrrrrr like complicated relationship dynamics =3), and making it onto my NoTP list takes some seriously rancid vibes and/or overly pushy fans, and it's always safe to ask me about a ship =P

Story ideas are very welcome! The muse needs constant feeding =P I won't make any guarantees about them going anywhere, but I love seeing them all the same. Snippets... are probably the same? I don't know, I've never been sent one. I'm probably even less likely to do anything with them, just because of stupid brain quirks, but who knows?

#fandom #asks

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cobragardens · 1 year ago

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Emmet Asher Perrin says some things in this Good Omens essay that I want to say, but better than I'd be able to say them.

Quotes below the cut are for my own benefit. You should read the whole thing. The ending is what I mean when I say this was my generation's Kirk/Uhura kiss.

I remember the LJ fandom. I never knew it was small, or that it had any contact with Gaiman or Pratchett. I didn't know it was the majority of the fandom who thought Crowley and Aziraphale were deeply in love; I thought it was just that every fandom has its slashers, ever since Kirk/Spock. I was relieved that I wasn't the only one slashy-minded enough to read Good Omens and think "Oh, they're a lovely couple, I wonder if they've noticed yet"

Our wedding bouquets were flowers assembled from the pages of Good Omens, and an astronomer’s atlas.

***

What I didn’t anticipate were changes that rendered a certain relationship between one angel and one demon in a light far more attuned to the writings of my teenage self. The cues were all there, though no one said the word “love”—longing stares, swelling music, ages of pining, a break up at the end of the world. It was done with such clarity, my word, it was, but we don’t really live in a day and age that wants “crystal clear but soft around the edges.” We can’t afford it, can we? Everything must be stated out loud with vehemence, else someone can deny it. And they will, vocally, angrily, and with an eye toward removing a few more of those pesky human rights I mentioned from before.

Good Omens the series, being the first season, showed us that Crowley and Aziraphale loved each other—but it wasn’t enough.

And that sounds mad to me, as I’m saying it, because I’d never been allotted even a sliver of this previously in the things that I loved.

[...]

But none of that changes the fact that most of my formative texts, the ones that molded my brain into the current shape I use day in and out, generally didn’t make room for me. I had to make that room myself, with others who wanted that same room. And contrary to certain very narrow opinions, that place wasn’t pathetic or delusional.

It was glorious. It was endlessly strange and it was mine.

I don’t know what changed in the process of taking Good Omens from novel to television series, from one season to the next, but I have a sneaking suspicion of the factors involved: A fandom that exploded with ever more queer kids and odd ones who felt seen and loved in that same space; the constant legislation against queerness, transness, disability, and healthcare; a global pandemic that isolated us from one another. Those are the big ones, but there are smaller ones at play, too: actors who were more than happy to play those roles and those stories; the increasing homogenization of blockbuster media providing a backdrop to counteract; an ugly surge from groups who tried to insist that one of the book’s authors was against trans rights.

***

There’s something precious in seeing what other people might not see. It deserves confirmation, construction, the tenderness of depiction—at least some of the time.

At least once.

I’m not sure I believe it happened, even now. That I watched season two and Crowley managed to say in words that “our side” was far more than a work agreement or a friendly contract. That he kissed Aziraphale right on the mouth, and we all saw it. That it’s real and irrevocable. That a story about a botched Apocalypse is morphing into a tale about how we cannot place our sacred trust in institutions (even celestial ones), only in the people who love us. I’m not sure I believe that it’s happening. But I always knew it, you see.

And this feeling of watching it come to life when it wasn’t remotely plausible even ten years ago… I’m not sure I have words to describe it. I imagine it’s close to one of those eureka moments that scientists are supposed to have. When inspiration coalesces into something infinitely more divine and a couple pieces of the universe puzzle snap together to give us a fragment of what we’re missing.

Stories change in the telling.

But they’ve never changed like this, not for me. And if that’s possible when I was so certain it would never be, then maybe there’s a little more possibility to go around. Everywhere.

Every day…

#good omens #good omens s2 #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

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spiritthemoron · 8 months ago

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Blog Intro Post

I thought I’d make one of these for convenience!

Long post be warned!!

Scroll past as you will!!

I’m Spirit! My pronouns are She/Her I’m Queer!

I do mostly art but I dabble in writing that I never post lol (maybe one day)

I get distracted very easily so never expect me to stick to one fandom at a time.

Speaking of fandoms here are the ones I make art for/ can think of off the top of my head [Will be updated]:

Doctor Who

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Dragon ball

The Owl House

Greek Mythology (not technically a fandom but I have a great love for it)

Star Wars

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Pokémon

Batman

Good Omens

Steven Universe (kinda dead for me right now but who knows)

Warriors

Baulders Gate III

My hero academia (maybe, just a little bit, a teeny tiny bit)

My little Pony

I also have some Original Characters that you’ll see me post from time to time so I’ll offer you some short synopsis of them

Obedience: Obedience is my original story revolving around a newfound soul in the afterlife Roxanne. She works in total servitude to the Senator/Leader of the Crime District, Senator Ice. Together with a face from Senator Ices past she investigates her past to take her down and gain her freedom.

Main characters:

Roxanne E Lane- the main character, naive and mean she is ferociously independent and loose on morals.

Ambassador Eliot Ness- the second main character, ambassador form the Oblivion District to the Crime district he’s a man of few words and serious to strangers but warm to the people close to him.

Senator Ice- The mysterious leader of the Crime district. Serial killer in life she’s cold hearted and calculating. However she’s unexpectedly popular and well liked among her people. (Shes my favorite kid)

Diplomatic Affairs: This is my less plot story revolving around my strange fixation on how politics and government work and how it can be twisted. Along with making queer country leaders lol. The main story revolves around Queen Amber of the United Kingdom and President Valentine, more of a slice of life of their relationship and how they navigate it.

Main characters (aka the only characters):

Cassidy Valentine-The president of the US, she’s reserved at stoic but sweet to the public-though very power minded

Amber Windsor- Queen of England she’s a smart ass and power hungry, but kind overall.

My commission are currently closed due to wanting to update pricing.

Here are some of my cool art buddies that y’all should totally follow!!!

@gingerbread-qwq

@fl1pp1ngart1st

#intro post #blog intro

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madhousedarry · 2 days ago

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The Omen: Legacy of Lunacy | Chapter 16

At this time, Nar-Tai and his friend Ando were walking arm in arm through the night Pet-el-burge. Not long before, they had decided it would be best to leave the hospitable pine forest so that the two big shots could pluck each other's needles in private.

Of course, this wasn't meant to be taken literally. Obviously, this wasn't about actual pine trees, pine cones, and pine forests, but about Jorge Osorio, Deadend Graver, and the Pet-el-burge headquarters of the VRLJ corporation, which, in case you've forgotten all about the adventures of Asia Scallop and "Damien The Thorn", was involved in the creation of biological weapons, namely clone soldiers.

But at that moment Nar-Tai and his Joponese friend were too busy with their own thoughts to pay attention to such trifles as etiquette or propriety - so their gait was a little strange: both of our old acquaintances moved their legs with the speed of the turtle Tortilla from the cartoon "Buratino", walking to his secluded place in the depths of the swamp…

But no! That would have been too much, even with all the desire to offend the feelings of the honorable gentlemen. They simply looked bad, which was not at all surprising after half an hour of non-stop gossip in the company of Jorge Osorio and Colonel Deadend Graver.

Now the fact that these two looked rather ridiculous next to each other was quite understandable due to the fact that if one of them was a superhero with steel skin and platinum bones, the other was a very ordinary mortal, who, in addition to everything else, wore a geeky-looking white coat over a strict suit, while his muscular friend was dressed in a discreet, but rather flashy (don't try to understand this) combination of a red short-sleeved shirt and stereotypical The Omen Ican jeans.

Generally speaking, our two acrobat brothers were so different from each other that it was unlikely that anyone could say for sure what their true relationship was; most likely, it remained a mystery to all who had the good fortune to see these two together.

Except maybe Colonel Deadend Graver and one other person in the universe, namely myself, because I am firmly confident in my relative opinion of Nar-Tai and Ando Minamoto.

I refer to my own person, Darry Madhouse, only because it seems appropriate to me to quote here the late Professor Trottelreiner concerning my own inner world.

Although no, my little green friend, this is clearly not what you expect from me, so I'll better save this quote for a more appropriate occasion, for example, to show it off in the comments under my work, but for now let's pretend that I didn't break any fourth wall and didn't try to address you directly, okay, my little green friend?

So, Nar-Tai and Ando were walking slowly up the street, admiring the views of the night Pet-el-burge, when suddenly their attention was drawn to a certain man who was lying by the wall not far from the entrance to a certain restaurant with a very unusual name "Born Speleologist", and the pose of his body indicated very serious alcohol intoxication, the so-called "delirium tremens" - although he himself would have claimed the opposite, if he had been able to string together at least two words now, but since he was sitting motionless, leaning his back against the wall and spreading his arms and legs to the sides, Nar-Tai and Ando decided that he was either dead drunk or dead dead, forgive the tautology.

They came closer and saw that there was a distinct black spot on the asphalt under the subject's feet.

Coming even closer - so close that they smelled a rather nasty smell - the friends finally realized that it was a puddle of liquid, and not blood, as it seemed from afar, but…

"Urine," Nar-Tai said quietly.

"Yes, it's me," came the reply.

Both of our friends stepped back, looking at each other with a mixture of horror and surprise - like, who said that? And then they both burst out laughing: after all, it was the voice of that same drunkard who was now lying in front of them!

They looked at him more closely and noticed something strange about his appearance. He was wearing some strange pants made of rough fabric of an indefinite color, which was very, very close to the color of shit in a village toilet.

The upper part of the stranger's body was hidden under a black cloak like those that maniacs love to show off on movie screens, only in this case, underneath it was not the brutal vest of the same color that Nar-Tai and Ando expected, but simply some kind of crumpled and sweat-soaked white office shirt with unbuttoned buttons.

They could not see the stranger's eyes, because his face was hidden in the shadow of a black hat with huge brims, but judging by the fact that the overall impression he created was generally quite positive, he was a middle-aged man, certainly no older than thirty.

While our friends were looking at him, he suddenly raised his head and looked at them. And then Ando recoiled from him in horror - the thing is, he saw that the stranger had red eyes that glowed in the darkness!

"Vampire!" the Joponese man screamed, and his hand automatically reached for his left trouser pocket.

However, a merry laugh that suddenly came from under the hat made him stop. The stranger, still laughing, found the strength to raise his right hand from the ground and with its help pull the hat off his head.

Now it was Nar-Tai's turn to be surprised, because he immediately realized that the drunkard who had pissed himself in a half-reclining position was none other than…

"Dmitry! Dmitry Kurnosov!" Nar-Tai exclaimed joyfully and, not paying attention to the puddle of urine in which the alakash was sitting, rushed towards him to embrace him.

"Why, that's Tairymbayev!" Dmitry Kurnosov didn't remain in debt, "And I thought that I suddenly saw on the streets my dear Pet-el-burge friend from my distant childhood, spent by me in sunny Alma-Thou?! And who is this pussy-eyed one with whom you approached me?"

The last words concerned Ando Minamoto, who, having heard a far from flattering definition from the lips of a person who was a complete stranger to him, was ready to lose his temper and count all the ribs of the person who insulted him, but the steel hand of Nar-Tai immediately stopped these reckless actions, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and shaking him a couple of times, like a kitten that had pissed in his slippers.

And only then did the little Joponese boy realize the futility of his behavior and wilted. Nar-Tai, ignoring him, continued to attack his former classmate with questions.

"Why are your eyes so red? Did you install Linux on your computer?" Nar-Tai asked him, looking into his red and glowing eyes.

Dmitry Kurnosov, without answering the question, suddenly opened his eyes wide for no apparent reason. Nar-Tai turned around reflexively, thinking that he had seen something out of the ordinary, but seeing nothing worthy of attention behind him - not counting, of course, the barracks gates - he immediately turned back.

He saw how Dmitry Kurnosov, who was still sitting in a puddle of his own urine, pulled down the lower eyelid of his right eye with the middle finger of his left hand, then put the nail of his right index finger on the lower edge of his eye and moved it down.

And before the stunned eyes of Nar-Tai and Ando something opened up that they had never expected to see. Dmitry Kurnosov's right eye instantly acquired a healthy look and winked playfully at both of them.

Nar-Tai, still not understanding what had happened, looked down and saw that in the palm of his former classmate was a small red translucent object, fourteen millimeters in diameter. It was…

"A lens. Nothing personal, just a contact lens!" Dmitry Kurnosov said cheerfully, "I made it myself. What did you think? I don't just live in this city. I have training here, The Blood Polygon, all that stuff, you know? And you say Linux… I would never install it on my computer, even under threat of death! LINUX IS FOR LAMERS! Any computer geek will tell you that! ALL THE SENSE GUYS USE WINDOWS! Oh well, we'll talk about it later, some other time…

Nar-Tai, without saying a word, watched as Dmitry Kurnosov, stopping his monologue, again opened his eyes wide and, carefully pressing his upper eyelashes with the index finger of his left hand, pulled down his lower eyelid with the middle finger of his right hand and, lifting his head up, brought the index finger of the same hand to his eye and carefully placed a small object on the white part of his eye, after which he immediately looked down at his feet and, not paying attention to the fact that there was a puddle of urine right under his nose, finally took his hands away from his eye and began blinking uncontrollably, closing and massaging his eyelid.

And when he finally tore his gaze away from the puddle between his feet, Nar-Tai and Ando saw that his left eye was once again glowing in the darkness, like the eye of a vampire or a ghoul. And this eye wasn't just red - it seemed to glow from within, as if a small flame were burning within it.

Nar-Tai and Ando simultaneously looked at each other with horror: they realized that this was not just a lens, but a lens that was an integral part of Dmitry Kurnosov's current appearance!!! It was simply terrible.

But what was even more terrible was that they couldn't understand how he had come to such a life, and if it had turned out that the reason for the drunk's madness was a magical compact disc made by the video game master Monolith Productions several decades ago… Oh, sorry, I couldn't resist referring to "Holeraiser", heh-heh!

Be that as it may, it was too much. Nar-Tai and Ando, without any further discussion, were about to leave this place, but Dmitry Kurnosov's cry, heard from behind them, made them both turn around.

"Guys! Why are you leaving your friend on the street when he's drunk, pissed himself, and in general not in the condition for everything to be "sweetest"?" Dmitry Kurnosov said with some strange intonation. "And I, in fact, got into trouble, ran away from the barracks without jerking off or resting!"

Ando, who was still upset with the guy for calling him "pussy-eyed", frowned and, trying to stay as far away as possible from the drunk who continued to sit in a puddle of his own urine, said to him:

"Listen carefully… If we don't find you here sober in five minutes, you can consider your life over forever!"

"You, pussy-eyed, want miracles from me," Dmitry Kurnosov responded peacefully to this evil remark. "Where have you ever seen a person sober up in five minutes? Have you ever had a drink in your life? There is no such person among living people! Got it?"

"I drank, I drank, I'm a complete alcoholic," Ando hissed through his teeth. "Just not beer, but port."

"You're going to drink my piss now if you don't take back what you said five minutes ago!" Dmitry Kurnosov suddenly yelled."

Nar-Tai, realizing that a squabble on the topic of alcoholic drinks would not lead to anything good, repeated the same "pissing kitten" operation with Ando in order to bring the Joponese man to his senses in this way.

And when he put Ando on his feet, he was no longer burning with desire to punch Dmitry Kurnosov in the face. He only said:

"Okay, okay, I agree," and without waiting for a response from Nar-Tai or Dmitry Kurnosov to his words, he turned his back to both of them and walked away.

Nar-Tai waved his hand at his Joponese friend and turned to Dmitry Kurnosov, who at that time was trying to get up from the asphalt, but his ass kept sliding in a puddle of urine and so he was floundering on the ground like a complete fool.

Nar-Tai had to hold his nose with his left hand, grab his former classmate by the collar of his black cloak with his right hand and lift him off the ground. When he did this, Dmitry Kurnosov finally looked like a man, not a drunkard.

"Thank you, bro," he thanked Nar-Tai, trying to shake the drops of urine off his brown pants, but it was pointless because he had pissed all over them.

Nar-Tai, who continued to hold his nose with his left hand, did not even think of saying anything to him in response to his gratitude, but simply turned his back to him and rushed to catch up with Ando, who had almost disappeared around the corner.

Dmitry Kurnosov, not paying attention to the fact that his pants were wet with urine, quickly followed him, not understanding where his feet were taking him. He walked along the street, not seeing anything around him and thinking only about not losing sight of Nar-Tai and Ando.

The latter had already caught up with each other by this time and were silently heading forward, and, hilariously, they didn't know where to go either! Words couldn't describe what was going on in their heads - their complete ignorance of what the hell they needed to do brought the situation to the point of absurdity.

And only when Dmitry Kurnosov finally caught up with them near some house built in the Art Nouveau style, Nar-Tai and Ando, smelling the aromas of his piss-stained trousers, abruptly stopped in their tracks and turned to him, and while Nar-Tai's face expressed concern, the Joponese man showed with his whole appearance that he was disgusted when a drunkard in piss-stained trousers and with red glowing eyes was chasing him.

"Dmitry, you're an idiot!" the Joponese man was the first to speak up. "Are you fucking nuts, running after us in your piss-stained pants?"

"Are you fucking nuts too?" Dmitry Kurnosov answered good-naturedly. "I'm just going home to change!"

"Home, you say?" Ando looked at him suspiciously. "Then why did you follow us, my dear?"

"Because you, blockheads, are going in the same direction as me!" Dmitry Kurnosov blurted out proudly.

Nar-Tai, who had been playing the role of a silent witness during this constructive exchange, suddenly realized that this was the moment of truth.

He turned to the Joponese man and asked him:

"What do you think, should we go and visit him? Let's combine business with pleasure!" and, without waiting for the Joponese man's answer, he turned to his former classmate. "Don't be angry, Dmitry, but Ando and I can't leave you alone like this," and, to back up his words with evidence, he pointed to his piss-stained trousers.

Dmitry Kurnosov measured him with a glance, and a spark of understanding flashed in his eyes. He nodded his head:

"Okay, guys, follow me," and he went forward.

Nar-Tai and the Joponese followed him along the sidewalk towards his house. Dmitry Kurnosov walked ahead of them at a distance of ten meters, and Nar-Tai noticed that he was trying to stay in the shade of the trees, and on top of that, his gait had become too smooth for a drunk as hell man of about thirty.

He walked as if he hadn't been lying in a puddle of his own urine a few minutes ago, which Nar-Tai found very, VERY suspicious.

He even thought that hypnosis was probably involved. And when they finally approached his former classmate's house and he began to open the door with his key, Nar-Tai no longer had any doubts that Dmitry Kurnosov was clearly in some kind of trance.

And if he had had some doubts about this before, now they disappeared completely, because he saw how his former classmate, without taking off his shoes, walked straight down the corridor to his room and disappeared behind the door.

A minute later he came out of there already in new pants, which no longer stank of urine, but in all other respects they were identical to the previous ones. Nar-Tai and Ando were already glad that at least they would not have to hold their noses while communicating with the owner of the apartment.

But when they entered the dining room and sat down at the table, Nar-Tai realized that whatever had happened to Dmitry Kurnosov in his room in such a short time as one minute, and no matter how he behaved, he was actually under hypnosis!

He was in a trance, and it was evident in his eyes, in which even behind the red contact lenses it was noticeable that the spark of mischief that was so characteristic of Dmitry Kurnosov in his normal state no longer burned.

Nar-Tai didn't know for sure whether the hypnosis had also affected him, or whether it only seemed that way to him, but he could say one thing for sure: in the room behind the locked doors, Dmitry Kurnosov did anything but put on new pants.

It was much more likely that he had simply traveled back in time to a time when he was not yet in piss-stained pants, and when Dmitry Kurnosov came out into the corridor to him and Ando, it was not the Dmitry Kurnosov they had met then at the Born Speleologist restaurant sitting in a puddle of his own urine, but the Dmitry Kurnosov who, in general, had not yet managed to step into a puddle of his own urine at the "Born Speleologist" restaurant, and had taken place if not a day ago, then certainly in the morning.

This was supported by the fact that if that Dmitry Kurnosov, who ran after them in piss-stained trousers and then walked them to his apartment, was dead drunk and not a fool to chat, then that Dmitry Kurnosov, who came out of his room to them in un-piss-stained trousers and was now sitting with them at the same table, was on the contrary as sober as a microscope slide and behaved somehow dryly and during the entire meal did not utter a word, not even such inevitable interjections during dinner as "Awesome gravy", "Give me salt, moron!" and "Fuck, it's hot!"

In general, Nar-Tai already understood that a completely different Dmitry Kurnosov was sitting in front of him - namely, the Dmitry Kurnosov from last morning, and not from this present evening.

And it was both scary and strange. Or rather strange - after all, what's scary about a sober, albeit silent, man of about thirty? Not some Alien!

But, on the other hand, what could be stranger than a person who, having managed to go into his room for one single minute, immediately wash, dry and put on his pants and still manage to sober up?

And if that's true, then what the hell happened to Dmitry Kurnosov in his room? And what was this strange hypnosis that he had transferred with him from the past to the present? Nar-Tai didn't know.

And he thought that he would never know, because as soon as he thought about it - and even before it came into his head! - Dmitry Kurnosov suddenly jumped up from his chair and rushed to the door leading to the balcony.

Having reached it, he opened it, went out onto the balcony and began to look down. Nar-Tai and Ando exchanged glances - they understood each other without words: Dmitry Kurnosov was in a trance so deep or even simply unconscious that he could not see anything around him. But he did not seem to notice this. He stood on the balcony and looked down - into the darkness outside the window.

Nar-Tai even thought that he had seen some irresistibly beautiful chick down below - well, at least Asia Vieira, with whom his friend Ando Minamoto was in love - but he didn't have time to finish his thought, because Dmitry Kurnosov suddenly turned to them and, giving each of them a strange look full of sadness and regret, immediately turned his back on them and completely unexpectedly jumped down.

Nar-Tai jumped up before the Joponese man, who opened his mouth in horror, and immediately rushed to the balcony, but it was too late - Dmitry Kurnosov was already lying on the asphalt, and his brains, which looked like a huge walnut, fell out of his skull, which had burst like a chicken egg.

In words, this combination of food products sounds quite appetizing, but in reality - not at all! Especially if you know that these words were used as synonyms, because it is obvious that a human skull is not a chicken egg, and that brains are not nuts!

Although, the author of these lines had the pleasure of communicating with individuals who, upon closer acquaintance with them, it turned out that if there was not shit in their craniums, then certainly a couple of tiny walnuts!

And she, that is, I, am even sure that she, that is, my, has a sister by gender (that's how she put it!), whom you, my little green friend, had the pleasure of seeing in The Fourth Omen, and, who knows, even jerked off to on the sly, or rather not to her herself, but to the faggot who played her, well, you know who I mean.

In short, this cunt has a rotten, shriveled, and completely inedible tiny walnut rolling back and forth in its head, surrounded by long black hair, instead of a brain!

Why is this so - the author, that is, me, will not explain, because you yourself, my little green friend, must figure out with your sperm-filled brain why things are exactly this way and not any other way! Okay, that's not the point.

#TheOmen #The Omen #Omen #AsiaVieira #Asia Vieira #Delia #Delia York #fanfic #fanfiction

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semiprecioussideblog · 1 year ago

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Well said!

I felt that a lot of what makes Good Omens what it is was missing from this season. Even between what was established in season 1 of the show and season 2 the storytelling and characterization was so different it was jarring and confusing. It now feels like book fans dodged a bullet with season 1 being as good and as true to the book as it was. As pointed out in an earlier post Azirphale and Crowley aren’t the sole protagonists of Good Omens, it felt strange following their lives and no one else’s if this is supposed to continue the original story. I have many questions about the Them and Anathema Device I would have loved to see properly explored!

There were a few moments (actually funny bits) that stood out this season but overall it was quite messy.

Ranting with spoilers below

I got the feeling the “nazi zombie minisode” was meant to be funny but I found it very hard to sit through. To spend so much time on that instead of anything else..I needed a break before watching the remaining episodes.

Aziraphale SIMPLY GIVING UP HIS BOOKSHOP and rejoining Heaven!? Especially after the show-universe had the whole “each side tried to destroy them” thing go down in season 1?? The kiss was rough. I do not want to see angst injected into one of my favorite fictional relationships. Their relationship isn’t dramatic, its the circumstances they face together that want to take away the things they love!! I have many thoughts I’d love to rave about to other book nerds.

I'm so so sorry but if the actual creator and author of the characters wrote the script and made all the decisions then I think "it was OOC" maybe isn't the right phrasing 😭

So? If, first of all, HALF OF the actual creators and authors of the characters, made decisions for the characters that undoes the characters and what they stand for in the source material (the book) completely, you're damn right I'll be calling them OOC from the source material.

#how we feeling book omens crew?#Good omens season 2 #good omens review #Ranting and raving

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aziraphales-library · 1 month ago

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Hello! Thank you so much for all your hard work I've found so many great fics here! I have a recommendation/request. I recently read the WIP, Play for me the Music of your Heart (https://archiveofourown.org/works/40016034) by Leviosally468 which is fabulous. Do you know of other fics where one or both of them are classical musicians/conductors? I looked through the famouscrowley and famousaziraphale tags but didn't find anything. Thanks so much!!

Hi! Here are some fics in which one or both of them are involved with classical music (and one jazz, because it's really good)...

Opera Cakes and Second Takes by ThatWriterKid (T)

One week. Four pairs of students. The goal: write an opera and perform it in six days. Professors Ezra Fell and Anthony Crowley weren’t expecting to write an opera in a week, but tenure is rare and life throws you curveballs.

The Underlying Melody by Tossukka (E)

Crowley is the keyboardist and the main songwriter in a world-famous rock band, the Burning Rejects. When the band is asked to perform with a classical violinist in a charity concert, Crowley isn’t thrilled but tentatively agrees to do it for a good cause. Aziraphale, who performs under the stage name A.Z. Fell isn't any more excited to play his violin with a rock band but accepts the proposition for similar reasons. When Crowley and Aziraphale meet, they expect to have nothing in common. However, their working relationship quickly turns into close friendship and mutual attraction. Between rehearsals for the concert, they share lunches, enjoy nights of drunken conversations, and manage to have and resolve some artistic differences. When the performance approaches, both know their collaboration will soon be over, taking away their excuses for spending so much time together, but neither of them is quite ready yet to let each other go.

I Attempt from Love's Sickness to Fly (in Vain) by wyrmy (E)

“Goodness me,” said Aziraphale breathlessly, “this isn’t what one is supposed to do in a practice room.” Crowley, a vocal student at University, is assigned to collaborate with a student accompanist, Aziraphale, who has some very strange and dark secrets.

Love, Syncopation, and Other Key Elements of Jazz by feathereddino (T)

The jazz duo of A.J. and Fell are an unstoppable force well into their mid-twenties, but when Crowley's illness causes the pair to step back from the spotlight, an enterprising music manager scoops up Aziraphale's career. Dazzled, Aziraphale will abandon all of his former life to be Gabriel's perfect star but lose himself and his happiness along the way. It would take a very steady and forgiving heart for someone to love him through it all...

Intermezzo by FeralTuxedo (E)

Music critic Aziraphale Fell is trying to break into the world of television, when he is signed to make a documentary about former-rockstar-turned-composer Anthony Crowley. It’s been eleven years since Aziraphale’s disastrous review of Crowley’s debut opera nipped his classical music career in the bud. He can only hope that Crowley will get over his admittedly justified grudge to make the TV show a success. A classical music sex comedy. Yes, really.

Of Harpsichord and Falsetto by saretton (E)

"And that was the magic of it all: Aziraphale was at such a level in his mastery that he could tidy up all that apparent chaos. He made it seem so easy, so effortless, even though Crowley knew that, behind that polished façade, there were years of study, practice and daily sacrifices. In the days when they both attended the music school, Crowley used to sit outside the rehearsal classroom to listen to Albert as he practiced playing the piano almost every afternoon. Sometimes Crowley would even ditch other classes to do that." ----- A Good Omens Musicians AU.

And the one you mentioned...

Play for me the Music of your Heart by Leviosally468 (E) (WIP)

Anthony J. Crowley, a talented virtuoso violinist finally makes the move west to Nightingale Bay, Oregon after escaping a simultaneously promising yet toxic life at Elysian Conservatory of Music in New York City. Aziraphale Z. Fell is Eastern Gate University’s friendly and talented piano professor and symphony conductor. Let's see how that goes, shall we?

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #musician crowley #musician aziraphale #human au #adult omens #mod d

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johannestevans · 4 years ago

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So you want to read more original work, but you’re so used to reading fanfic and original works never measure up...

Why not try reading the work of someone who’s been writing popular fanfic for years, and is now writing original work?

If you’ve read the Good Omens fic Nanny Knows Best, the Marvel fic Brought To Justice, the HP fic Chasing Ghosts, the Discworld fic In Duty... Those were all me! You already know my style and (hopefully) like my take on characters, worldbuilding, and plot!

And now, I have my own original stuff which, between you and me? Is even better.

Complex and thought-out interpersonal dynamics, detailed worldbuilding and slice of life, three-dimensional characterisation... and that sweet, sweet gay and trans shit, all in original works and written by a gay trans ND dude - and not just original works, but works that you can read on Ao3!

What I do is I write and publish my WIPs to Ao3 and Medium as I work on them, and then once they’re complete, I re-edit them and reformat them as eBooks for sale - and crucially, I leave the originals up on Ao3, so you can still read them for free!

Do you like slice of life, sumptuous period AUs, pining and yearning, slowburn, sexy vampires, and sweetness? Do you love boss & secretary and master & servant dynamics? Do you love banter, wordplay, and heartfelt philosophical conversations? Do you love autistic and ADHD protagonists?

Heart of Stone is 90k, and is available for sale as an eBook on Amazon and Smashwords at $4.99, and you can read it on Ao3 here. Check it out on GoodReads too.

The year is 1764, and following a glowing recommendation from his last employer, Henry Coffey, vampire, takes on a new personal secretary: young Theophilus Essex.

The man is quite unlike any secretary - or any man, for that matter - that Henry has ever met.

Do you like dark, brooding period pieces, the sense of unreality associated with ongoing isolation, and the horror of not knowing whether you can trust your own mind? Do you like beautiful men being made the victim of strange forces unknown? Do you like epistolary? Do you like contemporary adaptations of Greek mythological ideas, protagonists who are slutty, gay, and have myriad self-esteem issues, and most importantly, art?

Letters From Ganymede is currently a WIP, and is at 25k+! You can read it on Ao3 here.

Ganymede Cavendish, a recent graduate from the Royal Academy of Arts, catches the eye of an anonymous benefactor.

Mr Smith will offer Mr Cavendish food and board, all the artistic supplies he might require, and space with which to work: they shall never meet, and Mr Cavendish will never know Mr Smith's true name. The only recompense he desires is that Mr Cavendish create beautiful art, and that he write his sponsor a letter each week, keeping his benefactor apprised of his progress.

Having always been lonely, but now feeling alone, Ganymede begins a slow descent into madness.

Do you like fallen angels, revolutionaries, and the grey morality that so often goes hand in hand with immortality? Do you like unhealthy power dynamics within relationships, where one party is constantly trying to manipulate their way into power over the other? Do you like dark humour, found family, sibling dynamics, and cats? Do you like explorations of the darker sides of abandonment issues, needs for control, and the unhealthiest of relationships that still somehow feels fluffy? Do you love bratty trans twinks who love kinky sex?

Powder and Feathers is currently a WIP, and stands right now at 160k+.You can read it on Ao3 here.

It seems to Aimé Deverell that there is very little point to life, except for what pleasures can be enjoyed before the grave. Life is short - thank God - but at least there's enough in the world to dull the senses in the meantime.

That philosophy shatters like glass when he meets Jean-Pierre, an angel.

Please reblog to signal boost!

The idea of publishing my work for free on Ao3 as well as publishing eBooks is so that people can try out my work or just enjoy it without spending money if money is an issue, and to make it as accessible as possible.

More importantly, although all of the above works have different characters in them, they’re all part of the same universe, and I am so excited to add more and more to this universe as I write more!

#as defined by dictionary #original fiction #original fic #writeblr #writing on tumblr

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goodomensbingo · 3 years ago

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Heaven and Hell would like to extend their favorably inclined and ominous congratulations to all you mortals who dare to have a good time participate in this event!

The Mod Team would especially like to congratulate Ngk_is_cool on their first Blackout!

You demonstrated a keen sense of perseverance and determination. The Mod Team couldn’t be prouder of your achievements! So we prepared this masterpost to showcase the fruits of your labor!

✘ Keep yourself Alive

Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Crowley & Pepper Tags: Second Chances, author doesn't know how to tag without spoilers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe Word count: 829

✘ Taming a Demon Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Crowley & Pepper Tags: Crowley is a cat, Lilith is a cat, No Beta - We Fall Like Crowley, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Cats, Word count: 636

✘ Star gazing (is a different kind of hell) Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Crowley Created the Stars, First Kiss, Stargazing, meteor shower, POV Crowley, Light Angst, Crowley's Fall, Crowley Hates the 14th Century, Stars, Crowley has Trauma from the Fall, Canon Compliant Word count: 912

✘ The Final Cut Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Crowley is a Mess, POV Crowley, Crowley Loves Aziraphale, Light Angst, Ducks, Self-Reflection, Crowley Has PTSD, Aziraphale's Bookshop, Scene: The Bookshop Fire, South Downs Cottage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Almost Apocalypse, aziraphale loves karaoke, Canon Compliant, POV First Person, Crowley's Sunglasses Word count: 1613

✘ No Rest For The Wicked Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Pestilence (Good Omens), Original Characters Tags: The Other Apocalypse rider, look who is back, How Do I Tag, retirement is hell, indirect reference of Covid-19, Mentioned Horsepersons of the Apocalypse, Pandemic, Pandemics Word count: 577

✘ Closer to fine Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Greasy Johnson & Pepper Tags: Pepper Is an Adult, Post-Almost Apocalypse, World Travel, Desert Inspired by Poetry, A Donkey That Travels Far Does Not Become a Horse, Not That Pepper Is a Donkey, Greasy Johnson is an Adult, I'm Bad At Tagging, Being Lost, Doctor Who References, Not a Crossover, TARDIS references, Africa, canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Author loves cats, Even Sphynx Cats Word count: 6148

✘ The Bait Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Crowley & Pepper Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Cats, Cat Crowley, Prompt Fic, Domestic Fluff, Mentioned Gabriel, very briefly Word count: 556

✘ Sheltered Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley, Aziraphale & Gabriel , Aziraphale & Crowley & Gabriel Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - pelican, pelican Crowley, Prompt Fill, Zoo, author has no idea on ornithology, Fluff and Humor, Wings, Aziraphale Loves Crowley, Crowley Loves Aziraphale, one of them is a bird Word count: 669

✘ Sorcerer’s Apprentice Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley Tags: Blasphemy, Missing Scene, Before Golgotha, Aziraphale is Bad at Being an Angel, Crowley is Bad at Being a Demon, Miracle gone wrong, Inspired by Poetry, Inspired by Movie (Fantasia), Food as a Metaphor for Love, Prompt Fill, Canon Compliant Word count: 677

✘ A Beach Holiday Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Pollution & War Tags: Canon Compliant, Dolphins, Swimming, Quality Time, Pre-Almost Apocalypse, Mentioned Horsepersons of the Apocalypse, talking about retirement, No Smut, Partial Nudity, Angst, Happy Ending, Depend on the View Point, Misquotes, Quote: We're On Our Own Side Word count: 564

✘ It Started With a Sushi Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Crowley & Original Female Character(s) Tags: Sushi, White Suit Crowley, Canon Compliant, Mentioned Warlock Dowling, Nosy Neighbor, Musicals, Agnes But Not Nutter, A Different Kind of Nutter, Crowley Has a Bad Day, Crowley pulls a Crowley on himself , Elevators Are Hell, Older Characters Word count: 1688

✘ It’s all in the name Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley Tags: Post-Almost Apocalypse , Banter, Historical References, Canon Compliant, Ineffable Idiots, Oblivious Aziraphale and Crowley, Oblivious Aziraphale , rococo, Pole Dancing, Was There Pole Dancing at the Rococo?, Just Another Night at the Bookstore, Chippendale and Chippendales, Aziraphale's Bow Tie, Bow ties are cool, banter without plot Word count: 1611

✘ You must be an angel Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley Tags:Crowley Needs a Hug, Crowley Loves Aziraphale, Protective Aziraphale , Inspired by Music, Ambiguous Aziraphale and Crowley Relationship , Canon Compliant, Post-Scene: Soho 1967, Prompt Fill, Canon Typical Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Crowley, Drunk Aziraphale, Holy Water Word count: 1023

✘ Hand In Hand We’ll Go Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Sergeant Shadwell & Madame Tracy Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Apocalypse, South Downs Cottage, Domestic, Everyone Needs A Hug, New Beginnings, Older Characters, Moving In Together, Scottish nicknames are the best, Feels, Ambiguous Relationships, Asexual Relationship Word count: 584

✘ The First Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Adam & Eve Tags: Mentioned Aziraphale, Mentioned Crowley, Post-Scene: Garden of Eden , Aziraphale's Flaming Sword, New Beginnings, the first cave man, Attempt at Humor, not all snakes answer back, a lot of bird singing, The first day of the rest of their lives, Prompt Fill Word count: 500

✘ SoHo Bookshop Orientation Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale & books Tags: Books, Aziraphale's Bookshop, Mentioned Aziraphale, Mentioned Crowley, cocoa is the best, sentients books, No beta we fall like Crowley, Canon Compliant, snores can be cute, Prompt Fill Word count: 692

✘ Showtime Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Aziraphale & Madame Tracy, Aziraphale & Crowley Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - pelican, pelican Crowley , Snake Madame Tracy, Prompt Fill, no snake was hurt during the writing of this fic, nor any kid, BAMF Aziraphale, Protective Aziraphale, Zoo Word count: 879

✘ Englishman In New York Rating: General Archive warnings: None Relationships: Greasy Johnson & Warlock Dowling Tags: Greasy Johnson is an Adult, Greasy Johnson in New York, Warlock Dowling is an Adult, Warlock Dowling has Ice Cream Firm, Greasy Johnson and Tropical Fish, Stranger in a Strange Land, Post-Almost Apocalypse, Canon Compliant Word count: 590

#gob #goodomensbingo #masterpost #blackout #blackout bingo #good omens #good omens fanfic #ngk_is_cool

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watery-melon-baller · 1 year ago

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aand here's some good omens fics. most of these are more plot driven with less of an emphasis on romance, and all of them are pre season 2 (a good chunk of them are before TV gomens!)

incredible incredible fic series 546k words and 9 installments. I don't cry over fics much but this one made me sob. they have a mostly platonic relationship and when it is romantic it's very low-key and ace

58k canon compliant fic where both aziraphale and Crowley were on the titanic. has some explicit smut if you're into that

126k fic where aziraphale goes missing and Crowley has to find him and also deal with London. absolutely fantastic writing

125k fic that's post canon Crowley and aziraphale. technically part of a series but you can read it on its own. I can't say much without spoiling it but it's absolutely fantastic.

356k series with 8 fics. truly incredible. does a fantastic job of expanding the world and playing around. there's a lot of ocs but the author doesn't overwhelm you all with them (there's only a few in the first installment and it slowly builds from there) and does a good job of helping you tell them apart and all having their own unique personalities so you get attached. I could gush about uow beautiful this fic series is for days. the way that god is characterized haunts me. 10/10 read

44k fic about an alternate universe where Crowley doesn't meet aziraphale. and then that universe meets the canon one. good times

I have a 7-hour bus ride on Saturday and not a lot of cellular data roaming left, so:

any recommendations for long fics to download from ao3?

(fandoms: Good Omens, Nimona, The Owl House, Avatar the Last Airbender, The Adventure Zone, Lord of the Rings)

Feel free to recommend your own fics, recommend as many fics as possible, please!

#good omens #fanfic #I have not written any good omens fics so I cannot recommend that #but yeah I might do a toh one next but I have a lot less long toh fics (and most of them are hunter centric lol)#toh fandom doesn't have a lot of really long fics I feel like #specifically long canon divergent ones that completely change the story into something new and beautiful #those are my fav kinds of fics #I guess cause the fandom is still kinda young

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nohaijiachi · 5 years ago

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A master list of my own Good Omens fics, because why not

Listed in order of publishing from oldest to newest. Will probably come back to this post to add new stuff, or reblog it updated, one of the two.

What’s a Demon to a cat

Rating: Gen Length: 8,732 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

My very first go fic! I think it is a bit awkward as I wrote this almost immediately after my first viewing of the series, so I might have not grasped the characters quite yet, but I think it’s still pleasing enough. Crolwey takes a nap to recover from the botched apocalypse and when he wakes up Aziraphale has accidentally adopted a cat. A one-sided rivalry for the Angel’s attention ensues.

At work

Rating: Gen Length: 4,084 words Pairing: Established background Azirpahale/Crowley

Inspired by a fantastic meta post on tumblr. Mostly outsider POV, Aziraphale is finally free to help humanity in the ways he considers right without having to worry about justifying himself to Heaven. Accidentally becomes a known, helpful cryptid.

These immortal souls

Rating: T Length: 42,515 words (7 chapters) Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

An AU: Aziraphale is human... Or is he? His existence puzzles Crowley, who finds himself inevitably attracted by this strange creature he cannot quite figure out. Follows them from the early days of Earth when their relationship first starts, up to armageddon, where many truths will finally come out. A personal favorite of mine, I had a ton of fun writing this.

With you, with me

Rating: T Length: 41,192 words (6 chapters) Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Another AU: Aziraphale is very definitely human, this time around, and also a priest. Crowley casually stumbles his demonic way in front of him, and through his own ability to mess things up for himself, ends up having to corrupt Aziraphale. But Crowley is Crowley, and things never quite play the way he envisioned. He never exactly imagined he could fall head over heels in love with a human, for example...

Like flowers blooming

Rating: Gen Length: 9,446 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

What if: Aziraphale is the one to first realize he’s madly in love with Crowley and pines his way through 6000 years of friendship. Crowley is a bit slower on the uptake, this time around. Aziraphale pines like an absolute champ. Someone help him.

Give me a title, I'll give you my heart

Rating: T Length: 14,022 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Everyone is a human AU: Aziraphale is a successful but reserved writer, and a single dad of one not-antichrist. Crowley is a retired music producer with some broken dreams in his past. They are pretty much smitten with each other at first sight, softness all around. Inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @alstonnovak

The dream

Rating: T Length: 5,623 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley but not quite really

Angst angst angst. Crowley, while being nanny, accidentally re-shapes the universe with his desperate pining for a quiet, simple life with Aziraphale. But it can’t last. I’d argue this has some horror-like elements to it.

Let's share a drink!

Rating: Gen Length: 3,902 words Pairing: Aziraphale&Crowley friendship

Peak bastard Aziraphale here. Due to unforeseen circumstances Aziraphale gets discorporated post failed apocalypse, and promptly realizes what power he now has, what with Heaven believing him a renegade Angel impervious to Hellfire. Brief and funny and RIP Gabriel.

Smote and smitten

Rating: Gen Length: 2,582 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley almost there

The boys are on a romantic date until it turns not so romantic. Crowley acts like he’s ready to throw hands while desperately coming out with a plan. Aziraphale is very ready to throw hands. Crowley might now be realizing how hot it is to get saved every now and then.

On display

Rating: Gen Length: 7,612 words Pairing: Established Azirpahale/Crowley

Aziraphale gets kidnapped to be sold on a clandestine auction for occult items, Crowley swoops in to rescue him. Pretty much a glorified, 7k words long saving scene. And a bit of trolling both Belzeebub and Gabriel at the end.

Sweet like salt

Rating: Gen Length: 3,012 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley almost there

Crowley confesses his love expecting a rejection. He might be in for more than he bargained for. Just 3k words of love confessions sappiness, really.

Rhopalocera

Rating: Gen Length: 17,513 words Pairing: Established background Aziraphale/Crowley

New entry I literally just posted before making this list. Beelzebub gets grudgingly curious about Earth, and even more grudgingly asks for the help of a certain Angel in order to understand more. They end up finding out things about themselves that were long forgotten.

Aziraphale quietly, secretly wishes he might get his friend back.

That’s about it, for now. If anything in this list piqued your interest, I hope you’ll have a fun read~

#fic #good omens #ineffable husbands #fic masterlist

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tifaria · 5 years ago

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Good Omen fan fic recommendations?

This has been unanswered in my notes for far too long!

Whoo boy, where do I start?? Let me just pull up my AO3 bookmarks… okay. This is gonna be a long post because I have a Lot of Thoughts about fic in this fandom. I’ll separate by types of fic.

Series/stories with a plot:

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm

–His clothing was expensive and stylish;–He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;–His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”–He looked angry;–He was wearing sunglasses.

What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

Okay, so some warnings: discussion of suicide, PTSD, implied alcohol abuse and implied child abuse. That said…. this is an excellent fic and I was thinking about it for days after it ended. It’s about Crowley dealing with trauma from the bookshop fire, and it has an outsider POV that I ended up caring deeply about, and the ending had me in (happy) tears. Just. It’s a miracle that this fic exists.

A Curious Case of Miracles on Marlborough Street by @nihilnovisubsole

After stopping the apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale finally take the next step in their six-thousand-year friendship. But when a spate of miracles sweeps across Soho and Mayfair, they realize their amorous escapades may have an unintended side effect. As they scramble to restore balance and an archangel arrives to investigate, Heaven and Hell’s messengers learn that you can never have too much of a good thing.

At the very least, you need to go look at the art on this fic, because it is magnificent. But you should really read the story, because it’s absurd and weird but in a way that makes it feel like it could plausibly take place in the TV-verse. Implied sexual content, nothing explicit. Plenty of humor. It’s crackfic that’s taken seriously, but it works and I love it.

The Sandford Flower Show by Musimm

Was this really it? What he had waited six thousand years for? A stupid flower show? Aziraphale wasn’t pulling away from him. Maybe… maybe this time he wouldn’t? Maybe they’d hold hands again. Maybe tonight with a bottle of merlot in them he’d finally work up the courage and just kiss him and he wouldn’t pull away.

The very moment he’d thought it he spotted the problem at the flower show.

Chapter 7 is explicit, so if that’s not your jam, skip to the next chapter after they go to bed. I really enjoyed this one! There’s angst, pining, miscommunication, idiots acting like idiots, but with a happy ending. The plot is interesting and the original characters were engaging and felt like they’d fit right into the TV-verse. I re-read this immediately after finishing it, that’s how much I liked it.

I Will Get Up Now and Go About the City by @drawlight

This is the story of six-thousand years and a borrowed jacket. (A tale told in vignettes.)

Look, if you haven’t gone and read every single thing that @drawlight has written by now, I don’t know what to tell you. This is my favorite fic of his. It is, quite simply, poetry. I’m due for a re-read, in fact.

Fluff/Sweetness:

Divine Intervention (AKA God Ships It) by @theladyzephyr

There’s a battle strategy devised by humans many millennia ago that’s designed to overcome an adversary who is particularly well entrenched. Some walls are too tall and thick for a frontal assault, and must instead be bested through sheer dogged stubbornness.

Crowley and Aziraphale didn’t know it, but they were about to be put under siege.

Fed up with an angel and a demon who are still avoiding any talk of Feelings, God starts to interfere. When it comes to the ineffable plan, sometimes things need a bit of a push.

Listen. This is my favorite fluffy Good Omens fic ever. It’s silly, it’s romantic, it’s completely heartfelt, and it’s joyous and happy. I grinned so hard while reading it, and re-reading it, and re-reading it again. I go to this fic when I’ve had a bad day. I go to this fic when I’ve had a good day. It’s wonderful and sweet and it fills my heart with warmth.

Sunny Picnic with the Southern Pansy by @almaasi

As the one-year mark of the Unpocalypse approaches, Aziraphale pointedly mentions to Crowley that he’d like to spend the anniversary doing “something lovely” with “somebody special”. Thus, Crowley secretly plans a surprise picnic in Tadfield with Anathema and the Them. Of course, this comes served with a plateful of misunderstandings, a side of moping, and a seasoning of mischief… eventually followed by a deliciously pleasant afternoon.

I love when authors can work in the ensemble cast in a way that works. This fic is fluffy, warm, and fuzzy. I loved every time The Them were in a scene because the author wrote them so well.

Saturday (Wouldn’t It Be Nice) by Sir_Bedevere

It’s a Saturday in the little cottage on the South Downs, where a demon and an angel are spending their retirement, and there’s nothing - nothing - that they can’t face together.

It’s a Saturday, and this is how Saturdays tend to go.

This is a gentle and soft fic that soothes my soul when I read it. There’s plenty of cuddling, sweetness, and fluff. This fic is like a comforting, warm blanket when you’ve had a hard day.

Love Like Fools by @animeangelriku

One minute, Aziraphale is cataloguing some of his first editions, and the next one, he’s leaning against the bookshelf with one hand because he feels like the breath he doesn’t necessarily need (but is nonetheless used to taking) has just been knocked out of him.

He does not need to hold back his feelings for Crowley anymore. He does not need to hide his feelings for Crowley anymore. They’re on their own side now.

Soft romance with hand-holding and plenty of kissing? Sign me up. I live for Aziraphale showering Crowley with affection, and Crowley being overwhelmed by it.

An Honest Surrender by @kedreeva

“For six thousand years,” Crowley said, voice cracking, “I have wanted something I couldn’t have, because I asked the wrong questions. But I’m asking the right one now. The only one that matters.”

In which Aziraphale follows Crowley home after the nonpocalypse.

I never get tired of what-happened-at-Crowley’s-flat-that-night fics. Never. Give me all of them. This one depicts the boys as asexual and includes some intense soul-bonding that I find really lovely and that I think is achingly beautiful.

It’s Getting Hard, This Holding Back by ZehWulf

6,000-odd years is a long time to evolve a romantic relationship, but as a near-immortal being, Crowley had patience. True, they had lost momentum right around reaching the Speaking Looks and Meaningful Gestures stage, but at the time Crowley had been more or less content to let things idle.

Now, he was determined to shift things back into gear, and that gear was Explicitly Romantic Physical Expressions of Affection.

Crowley comes up with a plot for easing into physical affection with Aziraphale, and it goes about like you’d expect. Cute, sweet, and fluffy asexual relationship.

Smut/Explicit:

Lie Back And Think Of Dinner by jessthereckless

“Crowley, this is a disaster. This is everything I ever wanted. We’re in love. And there’s a picnic. And we don’t seem to be able to get…amorous without causing earthquakes.”

Aziraphale attempts subterfuge. Crowley sees right through him.

This fic is so cute, with just a bit of smut. I don’t always enjoy smut, because sometimes I feel it strays too much from their characterization, but this fic gets it right. It’s funny and charming and the dialogue is spot on. When you’re finished, read the sequel, which has more explicit smut but still manages to be believable for me while also being very sweet.

The First Week of the Rest of their Lives by @deputychairman

“Port gives the worst hangovers in the world, did you know that?” Crowley slurred when the bottle was all gone. “Don’t know who got credit for that one. Nice drink, lovely drink, shame it makes you want to die in the morning.”

“Such a shame,” Aziraphale agreed sadly, watching Crowley stretch out on his sofa. He did like port. He liked Crowley stretched out on his sofa, too.

After a week of lunch dates, Aziraphale is finally ready to face his feelings. This is sexy and just smutty enough and the banter between them in the bedroom is cute but also hot.

Overboard by Laura Shapiro

Asking Crowley to move here with him is, Aziraphale thinks, the bravest thing he has ever done.

Aziraphale tries and fails to deal with his anxiety, and eventually the pining and angst lead to an understanding. I enjoyed the depiction of Aziraphale’s anxiety over he and Crowley’s relationship, and the sex is very well done and you can sense the love in it.

Alternate Universe (AU):

Here’s the thing about AUs: I don’t usually enjoy them. I find that often the characters don’t resemble the ones I know at all, and it prevents me from getting interested in the story. However, I have come across some that I’ve loved, and while the characterizations aren’t necessary recognizable as Aziraphale and Crowley, the stories are compelling and well-written. I tend to think of it as the actors from the TV series playing other parts, and it works for me.

Acts of Service by seekwill

After receiving direct instruction from God, village reverend Aziraphale leaves his countryside congregation to serve the underserved and in-need at an urban church in London, a transition made all the more complicated by the mysterious and handsome Crowley, who always seems to appear when Aziraphale least expects him.

I was thinking about this fic for a while after I finished it. Is it a bit soap operatic? Yes. Is it also compelling and romantic and sexy? Hell yes. Just go read it and decide for yourself. The only reason I didn’t finish the entire fic in one evening is because I read until 1am and then had to wake up four hours later. Otherwise I’d have binged it all in one go.

Only Love (Can Bring the Rain) by soft_october

There were all these little hopes and musings Crowley buried so deep in his heart it ached to bring them out into the light to catalogue their faults and flaws, and each time Aziraphale sought him out, or asked his opinion on some weighty manner that was hanging on him, or even just smiled, those little wishings grew bigger and bigger, pressing in on him until he felt as if he was being crushed.

“Princes do not fall in love with gardener boys,” he told himself one night, staring into the shard of looking glass he kept on a shelf, hoping it would help, hoping that hearing it out loud would make him believe it, would help him put all these ridiculous notions behind him.

It didn’t work.

Crowley and Aziraphale, the gardener’s boy and the prince, meet as children and develop an unlikely friendship.

By the time they’re twenty, everything has changed.

Crowley is a gardener, Aziraphale is a prince, and this reads like a gentle fairy tale. I adore everything about it.

With All Your Delights by @weatheredlaw

Crowley laughed. “I thought you’d have realized by now. I am no ordinary king.”

“No,” Aziraphale said. “You certainly are not.”

or: aziraphale is sent as a gift to the southern king to smooth over trade negotiations. they both find themselves in over their heads.

Good Lord, this fic. This fic is so sexy, so romantic, so immersive. The world-building is vague, but somehow that worked for me because I was able to imagine and fill in the gaps as I pleased. Do they 100% resemble any Crowley and Aziraphale that we know? No. But is it a well-written romance that checks off a lot of boxes I enjoy? Yes. There’s angst, but with a happy ending. I think I’ve read this one 3 or 4 times now, which is unheard of for me with an AU.

Slow Show by @mia-ugly

Listen. This. This fic. It’s done something to me. I live for updates on this fic.

Crowley and Aziraphale are co-stars on a Game of Thrones-esque TV show. There’s pining, angst, explicit sex, mentions of past addiction, and somehow, it all comes together in a beautiful story that has me rushing to me computer on Mondays to check and see if it’s been updated. It has wrecked me. The last chapter was a wham and I am desperate for more. I have the utmost admiration for the author because it’s a beautiful, sexy, romantic story and I have never been so eager to read an AU before.

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