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[love-3-crimes]

18 - 🗣 mayDAYYYYY

[captainbobbin]

Artfight draw of Slimeman for brin!

[poggersbastard]

Please help

[flamefran]

Mix Emotions

(After the betrayal, before being found)

♦Commissions♦

[medi-melancholy]

top 5 slimiest/nastiest arknights characters :''D

the one, the only, slime wife asbestos

i feel like..... w belongs here, for reasons that are not sfw

lappland.

i wanna say corroserum tbh. i know he looks fairly cleaned up but he's still a messy slimy lil dude loaded with toxins and explosives and i love him

thorns because of literal slime and sheer disorganization. if you touch him lord knows what kind of chemical you'll end up getting on you. also i can't help but wonder what aegir skin feels like and my brain keeps saying "vaguely moist" so there's that

[featheredboaconstrictor]

Omg, omg, omg!!! [/shrieks in lighting tech]

I don't think I've bookmarked something so fast!

SHOW THE WAY

Chapters 1-3

Written for the 2024 Good Omens Theatre Reverse Bang, with concept & stunning art by the incomparable @illustrious-slimeman!

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Good Omens fanfiction. 5k/25k words. Currently Rated M. Read it on A03.

SUMMARY: There was a point in Crowley’s life when he wouldn’t have been caught dead aboard the Metro-North Railroad commuter train bound for the hell that was Connecticut. And yet, here he was. Far enough from New York City so his reputation doesn't precede him and at his latest gig as a lighting tech, he meets stuffy, rules-following, interim-director Aziraphale.

But is there room enough in Greenwich for two drama queens?

CW: Pranks, practical jokes, quite extraordinary amounts of cussing! More tags to come.

Thank you to my betas @hakunahistata, @gaiaseyes451, @angie-words, @ines2925, & @secretlywingedphantom and to the @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters communities for all their support!!

Excerpt:

“Bring up the house lights, if you would?” The radio crackled as he removed his thumb from the button, ending the transmission out to the Crew channel. A message that Crowley, way up as he was, still should have received. An order– no, a request from the Director. Perhaps the light jockey hadn’t heard him. Shielding his eyes with a hand, Aziraphale repeated himself. “Lights down, please? House lights up?”  A spotlight punched him directly in the smallest ribs, landing like an airhorn hits an eardrum. Aziraphale could see the barest glint of light off of Crowley’s ridiculous sunglasses shifting up in the booth. He knew he was listening, knew he had heard.  And yet the spotlight was getting brighter.

Read the rest on A03!

💚 kj

[andromeda4004]

Come on, you know you want to find out what's going on here!

For the High Pollen Count! sex pollen themed fic event, I had the absolute pleasure of working with @illustrious-slimeman on a piece set in Kew Gardens' Orchid Festival. Please come feast your eyes on the sexiest, softest artwork, and my story to go with it.

The Flower Bed

(E, 12K) sample below the cut

The fever was forgotten now, drowned out by the absolute, physical, blood-rushing pleasure of fucking.  Love-making?  No, definitely fucking.  Crowley had always thought that, if he ever earned the honour of taking Aziraphale to bed, he would make love to him.  How could he not?  His angel deserved tenderness and rose petals and bubble baths and slow-building sensuality, but it seemed that what the angel wanted, right this moment, was to ride Crowley into the ground so hard they’d both end up with bruises.  What the angel wanted was to groan “harder!” when Crowley was already giving everything he could, and to scratch fingernails down his own chest when somehow they managed to go harder still.

[gummi-stims]

☃️Frosty The Slimeman☃️

From snoopslimesofficial's holiday collection!

[malachitegrey]

today in sex pollen, i bring you But Then I Know It's Growin' Strong, a 1700-word G-rated fic in which aziraphale and crowley pursue a mysterious urge to engage in enthusiasm for sport. with glorious art by @illustrious-slimeman !

this is my second entry in the High Pollen Count event, co-modded by @voluptatiscausa and @adverbian, and it is very different than my first entry, except that in both of them the boys* are just so, so stupid. maybe someday they will figure it out, but it is not today!

[the-ineffable-dance]

Desperado

Hey there hey there hey there!

I mention a bit ago that I've been working pretty hard on some bang fics and getting to collaborate with some amazing artists... well, the first of them is posted and ready!

Crowley and Aziraphale in 1881 Arizona... that's right, it's cowboy time with Wild West Omens! Check out the art in Chapter 2, @illustrious-slimeman did such an amazing job!

I'm incredibly proud of how this story turned out but mind the tags because it does get SPICY in chapter 2!

Title: Desperado

Rating: E

Summary: When Crowley invites Aziraphale to join him in Arizona, 1881, the angel is only to happy to accept. In addition to the excitement of seeing each other again after such a long absence, Crowley promised to show Aziraphale something amazing, and the angel can hardly wait. But when he sees the accommodations for the night are in a brothel, he starts to question Crowley's motives.

Exerpt:

Indignantly Aziraphale flinched back, bringing one hand up to his chest as he glanced accusingly between the girls on the balcony and the demon heading straight for the large swinging doors.  It took Crowley a few steps before he realized that Aziraphale wasn’t following him.  Stopping with one foot on the porch, Crowley glanced over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips, obviously waiting for Aziraphale to catch up.  Blushing furiously, Aziraphale stalked forward until he was shoulder to shoulder with Crowley. “But this is a… a…”  He leaned in close to his companion and lowered his voice to a harsh whisper.  “A house of ill repute!” “Isn’t it just,” Crowley laughed.  “ ’s okay, you don’t have to whisper, Angel.  They know it’s a whorehouse.”  And with that he turned and pushed through the swinging doors.  A chorus of welcoming cheers drifted out to where Aziraphale dithered on the steps.  With a deep sigh and eyes cast Heavenward hoping no one was watching, the angel slunk in behind where Crowley had gone.

[ineffableclassics]

What’s a bit of sex pollen between sworn enemies? Aziraphale and Crowley stumble awkwardly through their feelings over 6,000 years with the help of a flower known for its desirable effects.

5 times they used sex pollen, and the one time they didn't Through the Ages fic.

Words: 28,303

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

@cheeseplants @illustrious-slimeman

Art Credit: Flowers in a Glass Vase by Jacob van Walscappelle

[poggersbastard]

I'm so sorry

[adverbian]

Exsultet: a new Good Omens fic

Written for @crowleyslvt as part of the Good Omens Song and Poetry Exchange ( @gospexchange ). Gio, thank you for the incredible musical prompts — I was so happy that I got to write for you!

Rating: Explicit

Content notes: Bombs/bombing (no major character death or injury); explicit sexual content; angst with a happy ending

Chapters: 3/3

Words: 6303

Summary

They’d won. They’d torn down Heaven and Hell. They’d set the world free. But the war wasn’t quite over, after all. There were some things left to lose.

(And there were some victories still to come.)

Inspired by “The Bomb” by Florence + the Machine and “Stripped” by Depeche Mode.

Header image: Adapted from a public domain image; available on Wikimedia Commons

Special thanks to amazing beta-readers: @gaiaseyes451 , @hakunahistata , @illustrious-slimeman , @groovyaviator , @ineffable-rohese !

Excerpt under the cut

Aziraphale wasn’t sure which one of them moved first. All he knew was that their lips met, soft and gentle and hopeful.

And then there was a blinding white flare, and the air became a moving fist, and everything began to tumble. Aziraphale threw himself onto Crowley, covered them both with his wings, and bore them both to the ground before the windows had finished blowing in.

[majorpepperidge]

Rippley is a slimeman so he should be able to change limb shapes for combat/protection imooooo

[brenna]

Just read Desperado by @the-ineffable-dance

If you're looking for ineffable cowboys (but not human au), I highly recommend this one. Did you say brothel? Did you say sex in the desert? Hell yeah. And art by @illustrious-slimeman too? Double hell yeah, pardner.