#tsatp

[bristlefrostsbbg]

All my SMG4 Aus and what are they because i feel like i have too many to count :[(Part 1)

Igbs!AU = I gotta be safe AU, A fic on my wattpad that you can read so im not gonna explain.

ANP = A new pet AU, same as Igbs.

TSATP = The siren and the prince, same as the others

SPFTM = Stellar pieces from the moon, Same on my wattpad

TLD = The living doll, Same

DD = Dreaded Delays, its a AU where 4 took too long to decide to save 3 in the pit, as 3 fell into the pit and became infected with the tentacles; and 4 saved 3 but he still got infected, and 4 held him in a prison in the basement to find the cure, and 3 accidentally escaped, attacking the crew, but 4 managed to help 3, and 3 calmed down.

Blunt!AU = Knifes are too blunt to hurt anymore. Basically PV has the crew captured, and wotfi 2024 but my own way, aka PV wants to kill 3 for the sake of it, but 4 begs for PV not to do it, and PV(somehow) agreed. PV said, if 4 would be his puppet, and 4 said to let 3 and the others go. PV happily agrees, letting them go back to the showgrounds, aka pushing them in a portal without consent. the others already planning to help 4, but they needed someone to continue 4’s channel for a bit, and everyone thought 3 was the reasonable answer. 3 doesn’t take this option well, but he had to do it. Quarter a year later, the crew get their plan up. But suddenly, 3 gets a message from PV to meet him at puzzle park. Alone. Smg3 explains his plan to find 4, and if he wasnt back in half a day, come save his ass. PV himself greets 3, leading 3 straight to the engine room, where he comes face to face with 4, and he didnt look fucked up and tortured, he was in expensive looking makeup and blah blah fuck this part , and was brainwashed, attacking 3. Cornered, 4 came up to him, 3 whispering “I love you, dude” to his lover, before a knife was stabbed into his head, knocking 3 out, and it somehow didnt hit any vital parts, like the original 4 was trying to save 3, but just dodged the vital parts, but also blinding 3. at this point, its been half a day, i forgor to mention idk im losing track sorry 4- the crew break in just in time, 4 breaking free from PV’s control when he was attacked, rushing 3 to the hospital for treatment. And helping 4 get his sanity back. Half a month later, 3 finally wakes up(not fully just so they know hes still alive), and sappy shit blah blah i hate my job, and a day later, 4 goes into the now destroyed puzzle park, looking for anything for some reasons im still inventing, and finds destroyed PV’s head all fucked up. Smg4 was gonna leave it, but he realised that if he had PV at his mercy, he could get his revenge. 4 brought PV back, taping his limb holes idk bro to prevent PV from escaping. After PV woke up, and got BRUTALLY FUCKING smashed by 4 multiple tjmes, he realised PV was converted into a inmobile TV head now, for his body was beyond repair and was separated from his body which was burnt in Puzzle park. 4 threatened PV that if 3 was in any way damaged permanently, he would kill PV immediately. 3, although he survived the attack, still suffered damage, his two eyeballs’s films were shattered and damaged, causing him to be literally almost blind, but his left eye could see out barely, and the doctors gave him a special idk fucking shit i made it up, and he could see at least something better. He slowly recovered, being well enough for 4 to meet 3, and 4 apologised for everything, crying and sobbing, before 4 suddenly kissed 3, confessing he had heard everything. Smg4 also told the whole situation about PV, and 3 gradually accepted it, as long as he could beat up PV again. Then 3 was better, going back to the showgrounds, getting used to his blind ass. He kinda already got a prescription for glasses, but he simply ignored it and used the glasses whenever he generally couldnt see, and 3 faced PV, and insert beating up. Then, 3 SOMEHOW broke a vital wire in PV’s head, causing PV to lose his grip on the TV, cause he is still human at heart, and boom die :3 Then insert happy ending idk bro im tired

I’ll probably write Part 2 soon man

[goddamntyranical]

fuuuuck yeah, "th' stry ab°ut th' perils fr'm w'ch a tr°ll knight named lienke tries t' resc' a seadw'll'r princ'ss named zelada: heart shaped bulb°us eyed eldr'ch art'fact which grants grand malici°us p°wer unt° th°se wh° wear 't a' th' c°st 'f their mind kn°wn as maj°ra's mask 's used b' a l°s' spirit, b°nen°gwriggler t° cause 'treme m'schief 'n' wr°ngd°'n' °ver th' 'ntire mysterious realm 'f altermina which may 'r'may n't be th' afterlife ,'n' must be stopped with'n three days by th' her° an' play'r character lienke directly af'r his previ's 'dventure w' 'n ars'n'l of appr°x f°rty °th', less malici°us, masks which t°° grant powers as well as a time traval'n' palm fitt'n' flute kn°wn 's 'n °ccarina b'f°re th' m°°n falls" 

easily °nna th' best tsatp°watknlt°raspnz games.

g°d that m°°n was freaky.

  fuuuuck yeah, "the story about the perils from which a troll knight named lienke tries to rescue a seadweller princess named zelada: heart shaped bulbous eyed eldritch artefact which grants grand malicious power unto those who wear it at the cost of their mind known as majora's mask is used by a lost spirit, bonenogwriggler to cause extreme mischief and wrongdoing over the entire mysterious realm of altermina which may or may not be the afterlife and must be stopped within three days by the hero and player character lienke directly after his previous adventure with an arsenal of approximately forty other, less malicious, masks which too grant powers as well as a time travaling palm fitting flute known as an occarina before the moon falls" 

easily one of th best tsatpowatknltoraspnz games.

god that moon was freaky.

tsatpowatknltoraspnz:hsbeeawggmputwwiatcotmkammiubalsbtcemawotemroawmomnbtaambswtdbthapcldahpawaaoafolmmwtgpawaattpffkaaobtmf

y° cd.

y°u like "th' st°ry ab°ut th-.

y°u like zelada?

's a n° stand'n' kin'a day f' me 'n' 'm playin  ocular emissi'ns.

banger game.

* huh-? *

* OH! *

* don't worry about it, it's all fine! it's a no standing day for me too, unfortunately ): my dad let me come with him to the store yesterday and it wiped me out. *

* i love love LOVE zelada! my most favorite game is majora's mask. i should go back and actually finish it one day--i mostly played it when i was younger, and all I did was run around with different masks on to talk to the townstrolls. *

[bettsfic]

I know you are a lone ranger, but I thought I'd ask anyway. I'm in a fandom that's slowly tapering off. I feel that the main problem is the consumption culture that's been created in the world overall: where people ‘like’ but don't re-blog or ‘kudo’ but don't comment. I feel psychotic trying to keep it alive against what feels like a tide of indifference. I feel old for not understanding this culture shift. We have to support each other if we want more content!! Any idea at all in what to do?

i would look for spaces more conducive to interaction over consumption. join active discord servers, participate in fandom events, find a good beta group. in some ways i feel like tumblr and twitter only exist to find your people and then group together in private spaces to support one another. the social media we have now is not built for community but for rapid-fire creation and consumption.

moreover, i think people are terrified they might misstep on a public platform like tumblr that doesn’t have cleanly separated communities, and they’ll get flooded with antis in their inboxes telling them to kill themselves. the only way not to incur that wrath is to erase all evidence that you consumed or enjoyed content that someone might consider problematic. if you like a post, unless you have that feature turned on, no one will see it. if you reblog a post, it’s on your blog forever unless you delete it. if you create your own content, just one person has to reblog it and you lose all ability to control that post. you can edit the original post on your own blog, but not the version the other person reblogged. and so we have a culture of fear-based lurking rather than interaction and support.

there’s a major aversion to permanence too that i think is only new this past decade. when i was a teenager on the internet, there wasn’t a single social media site that could stick around more than a year or two. xanga, myspace, livejournal -- all rose and fell in a matter of years. but now we have facebook, twitter, tumblr, and instagram, behemoths of content that are going to exist for the foreseeable future. i didn’t give a fuck what i posted on xanga at 15 because i had no idea of the eventual permanence of the internet. it was all fairly new. but now, if you’re 16 and you have an instagram account, what you see as your cringe content has the potential to follow you around forever, even if you delete it. anything can be unearthed if you look hard enough -- an ao3 comment on a ~problematic fic, the nudes you sent to somebody you liked, that year you got really into an actor who later turned out to be a sexual predator. 

no wonder young fans use features that are invisible (like likes and kudos) or impermanent (like stories and snapchat). every day we all leave a glaring paper trail of what might one day be cancel-worthy content.

[theladydrgn]

The Serpent and the Prince Snippet

Been a while since i updated, so have little homoerotic sword fighting, as a treat

Aziraphale dodged to the far right and around to Crowley’s back. Crowley was fast, yes, but he also, it seemed, had very little stamina to keep it up. Already tiring and becoming sluggish.

Crowley turned, following him just a beat behind, growing and advancing towards Aziraphale.

It was easy enough for Aziraphale to side step him again and keep moving, forcing Crowley to turn to keep him in his sights, legs tangling together in order to try and keep up with him.

Aziraphale took his chance and rammed Prince Crowley in the back with his shoulder. Crowley yelped, feet slipping out from under him, and tumbled into the dirt on his belly. He rolled onto his back before the dirt had even begun to settle around him as Aziraphale expected he would. Being prone at all was dangerous, being so on your front was essentially a death sentence in real combat.

The second Crowley was on his back Aziraphale was pressing the blunted tip of his sword against his throat. Aziraphale’s shadow blocking the light of the moon and casting Crowley in deep darkness.

There was a beat, and then two, of heavy panting and each of them catching their breath as the high of combat gradually faded. Aziraphale slowly relaxed his shoulders when it became apparent that Crowley was no longer fighting back. He had won.

“Angel.” Crowley whispered breathlessly. The bob of his throat forcing the blade to dig that much deeper.

[they-them-pussy]

sib just asked for 'the GO fic you said traumatized the fandom so bad there's no aus of it until the tv show came out'

pour one out they're about to join the support group after this

[mickeymooose]

Babey with some alt versions. I went through a style crisis this week and totally reworked the way I color and render things now. Anyway I’m totally enamored with ponytail!Mads now so that’s gonna be a reoccurring theme.

[bitegore]

holy shit

[ranichi17]

i am so, so tempted to write a role reversal au just to make a joke about stolas being a raven but looking like an owl

[ineffable-bookworm]

Good Omens Fic Recs: Pre-TV Classics Masterlist

The Good Omens fandom has been around for 30 years. While it was quite small, many of the fanfics it generated were of remarkably high quality. With all the new fics being written since the show came out, I thought I’d take a moment to write about my favourite pre-tv show fics, because I’ve been waiting for chance to do this, and I think theses fics and their authors deserve some more recognition

Ordinary People by Daegaer

Human AU. Lonely, repressed Ezra hires Tony to repaint his bookshop.

I love this one SO MUCH!!! This fic is always the first one I think of when asked for a favourite (followed by The Walls, the Wainscot and the Mouse).

I read this fic every couple of years, and I relate to Ezra more than I care to admit. His defensive, procrasctinating, and self-sabotaging thought processes, and the fact that he’s already thinking of ways to say no to a shot at happiness because he can’t stand the thought of being rejected, all of this just hit a nerve with me because I’ve done the exact same thing. So many times. Ezra is so like me it’s painful.

Fave quote: “Take a chance, Ezra. It might make you happy” (This line gives me life! I swear, I fall in love with Tony every time I read this bit)

This is a human AU fic, so if you’re not into that, may I recommend that you read ...

Anything but Ordinary (Ordinary People Remix) by Cimorene

This Ordinary People but without the human AU

Written from Crowley’s POV. After the Armageddidn’t, Crowley is spending so much time in Aziraphale’s bookshop, people mistake for being one of the owners. Annoyed, Crowley thinks that if people are going to think this, then the bookshop needs a new paint job to suit his style.

A Better Place and The Walls, Wainscot and the Mouse by @irisbleufic

Domestic fluff fics about Crowley and Aziraphale new life sharing a cottage on the South Downs (I will be eternally grateful to irisbleufic for asking this question and to Neil Gaiman for giving this answer)

Now part of the massive 200,000+ word Crown of Thorns ‘verse, I read these two fics when they were still stand-alone stories and absolutely love the domestic fluff. I read these fics whenever I want to slow down and feel warm and fuzzy. I’ve also read a bit of the CoT verse, which is a bit darker than the two chapters i just recced (I’ll always prefer fluff over angst). However, all of irisbleufic’s other works are beautifully written and extremely thoughtful, so I’m definitely going back for a second attempt!

Other fics by the same author that I highly recommend are Regulars (how other people see Crowley and Az) and Creature Comforts (from the CoT ‘verse, contains my absolute favourite headcanon, beachcomber!crowley)

Be Ye Therefore Merciful by AmberDiceless

Crowley saves Aziraphale from being shot in the Middle East. However, the bullets are laced with Holy Water, so Aziraphale faces down Death himself so keep him from taking Crowley

Written all the way back in 2005, it’s kind of hilarious that it predicted tv!crowley’s tendency to save tv!aziraphale. Can be read as platonic or pre-relationship

I love this fic for Aziraphale’s characterisation. book!Az is as polite as tv!Az, but he is by no means a fool and can be quietly stubborn, and downright rebellious when he needs to be. This fic really shows off this side of his character nicely

A Precise and Accurate History of Monday, 11 years Later by Giddy Geek

A straight-up sequel to the book that mimics Pratchett/Gaiman’s style very well. Az and Crowley move to America to take a break after the Apocalypse, and slowly let themselves fall in love. When they return to Lower Tadfield to visit their godson 11 years later, they learn what free will is all about

I think I have a thing for pining and unresolved romantic tension tropes. Again it’s the last act of the fic that I love the most. The tension between Az and Crowley, as well as Az’s uncertainty about their relationship after certain revelations are made is heartbreaking and beautifully written

Manchester Lost by moczo (aka Aisene on ao3)

This fic is funny! Basically a sequel to the book, with Hell deciding to have another go at the Apocalypse

Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Raphael are main characters, with Raphael being Aziraphale’s adoptive father. It’s because of this fic that I’m not that into the Raphael!crowley headcanons that have popped up of late. It’s a great theory and really fun to read the meta about, but Aziraphale and Raphael’s relationship in this fic is so cute that I’m rather attached to it

Bear in mind that this fic was written in 2009, when Glee was huge and Don’t Stop Believing was making a comeback. I’m currently re-reading this fic, and while it’s still funny, the pop-cultural references are a bit out-of-date. Gabriel, Michael and Uriel are also completely different characters to what they are on the show

All in all, it’s a funny, light little fic that doesn’t take itself seriously and is a great antidote to anyone who has decided to read The Sacred and the Profane (trigger warning on TSatP, it is a dark!fic and there is no happy ending. It’s basically Good Omens’ equivalent of Grave of Fireflies)

Falling Rain by aria

Aziraphale and Crowley survive the Great Flood by hiding out on Noah’s Ark. Pre-Arrangement, this fic is written more from Crowley’s POV and explores his confusion as to why this silly little angel hasn’t killed him yet

One of the first fics I ever read, when the Noah’s Ark scene popped up in the the tv show, I yelled out “I’ve read that fic!”

Everything That Rises Must Converge by aja

Cute little fic (it’s only 1389 words) about Az and Crowley trying to sit on fences and meeting in the middle

To be honest, the only reason I’m reccing this fic is for the absolutely inspired joke about the rabbi in the footnotes

Traditions by UseTheForceEm (NSFW)

SMUT WARNING (but boy is it good smut)

Crowley gets drunk after Hell gives him a birthday as reward for the Spanish Inquisition. One thing leads to another and he and Aziraphale have sex. They then decide to make this a yearly birthday tradition.

How is it possible for two characters to have so much sexual tension while actually having sex? Is there such a thing as URT (Unresolved Romantic Tension)? This fic answers those questions.

Why do I love this fic? Because it’s hot 😂 While most of the smut is in the first chapter, it’s the epilogue in the 2nd chapter that I re-read the most. The tension between the two is almost painful, and it’s fascinating to watch them dance around each other.

The Internal Rhyme Series by Quantum_Witch and Vulgarweed, art by Quantum_ Witch (NSFW)

This series follows Az and Crowley throughout history. UST and smut ensues

Amid the Sacred Wreck is set during 794 AD. Crowley is masquerading as a Viking who raids a monastery where Aziraphale is monk (NSFW)

Breathless Mouths May Summon is set during the Crusades. Insanely hot smut happens in the second chapter. Contains the, frankly, amazing line “Ride me as if all the spirits of the Underworld were behind you,” (obviously NSFW)

The Phoenix and the Turtle (A Metaphysical Romance) is set during Elizabethan times. I actually can’t remember what happens in this part but thought I’d add it for the sake of completion

Living Arrangements by Afrai (who also wrote The Sacred and the Profane)

Heaven turns Aziraphale into a human as punishment for preventing Armegeddon. It isn’t until the end that Crowley realises that he was punished as well

This fic is one of Afrai’s lesser known works. Personally, I prefer this one to TSatP. It had me sobbing at the end in a way TSatP never did

[theswordandthepen]

hey there. you’ve made it to my first post. congrats.

so the basic point of this blog is to find stuff to help with writing and art

that’s basically it

i hope it works

[isaakfvkampfer]

這位就是失蹤已久的 afrai, twitter. com/zenaldehyde/status/1135633004481667073, 有甚麼的都去問或稱讚她吧, or ask why she wrote TSATP to be so dramatically angsty lmao

谢了啊……还没鼓起勇气搭话...看来是没法发在ao3了

[stele3]

Whoo boy I just opened up The Soldier and The Parade and it said I haven't even TOUCHED it in a month. :((( I'm sorry, y'all! I've been consumed by a giant home renovation project: I repainted, refloored, and remoulded my bedroom, just finished it yesterday night. Well. Finished-ish? Enough that I can wrap up the rest at a later time. Anyway. I am back to working on TSaTP, and I apologize for taking FOR FUCKING EVER.

[ineffable-bookworm]

This fic is hands down sadder. I read back in 2010 and think about it from time to time. When I read TSatP - nothing. I just went oh and moved on. I re-read Living Arrangements the other day and was flat out sobbing, even though I knew it was coming.

I know the fandom thinks The Sacred and the Profane is the saddest fic of the Good Omens fandom, but I just read Living Arrangements also by afrai and I think it can easily be even sadder.

[bettsfic]

hi betts! one of the things I appreciate about many of your stories is the way your characters are capable both of hurting the people they love and of loving people who hurt them. so often these days tumblr seems ready to paint those kinds of dynamics with a broad "abuse" brush and cancel/censor them rather than tell or appreciate an interesting story. do you have any advice for writing characters who hurt each other? how do you make it feel so truthful, and not at all preachy?

i’ve been sitting on this question for a long time because i want to give it the answer it deserves, but i don’t think i can do that without writing an entire book on the subject (which i intend to do someday, and if i do the phd it will very likely be my dissertation subject). it might be my favorite question i’ve ever received. 

i came up with a list of “ways people hurt each other (and why you might still love the people who hurt you)” that i may save for another post. i simultaneously want to write my personal story of abuse – the ways in which i’ve been hurt and have also hurt others – but i don’t think that’s an effective response either.

the simplest answer i can come up with is this:

the reality of abuse is terrifying. people are not always inclined to look frightening things in the face, especially if they’re really looking into a mirror. to render cruelty as it really is means you have to empathize with atrocity. to empathize with atrocity, you have to accept that with the right circumstances, you are just as capable of hurting others as anyone else. you might have different reasons, you might have different means, but as a writer, you are tasked with staring into your darkest self and loving the thing that resides there. 

cruelty is a matter of priority. if you make a list of mean things anyone has ever done to you, you will see a pattern emerge. each time, someone has prioritized something else over your comfort or happiness. very often, this pattern is self-serving. when someone cuts you off in traffic, they’re prioritizing their gain over etiquette and safety. when someone breaks into your house and steals all your stuff, they’re prioritizing their desire for your stuff over your ownership and sense of security. when someone you love cheats on you, they’re prioritizing their relationship with someone else over their relationship to you. when someone hits you, they’re prioritizing they’re desire for power and control over your safety and agency. 

humans are not naturally drawn to malice without personal benefit. despite what comic book movies will have you believe, the drive to cause pain for the sake of chaos is an extreme rarity. it’s easy to other and objectify that experience because it’s so difficult for most people to understand. what is harder to accept is that “normal” people are capable of horrible deeds, and that you might be capable of loving them. serial killers and mass murderers are driven by control, prejudice, toxic rhetoric, and a distortion of identity which makes them believe it is part of who they are to do these awful things. as a writer, you are allowed to – and should – empathize with and have compassion for your cruelest characters. just because you can understand them and sympathize with them doesn’t put you on the same level as them. you’re allowed to find compassion for sex offenders, pedophiles, rapists, murderers, bigots, or trump. you certainly don’t have to, but for some of us it’s much harder to hate people than it is to love them. maybe part of the work of our life is to navigate the difficult divide between compassion for the self and for the other. if i allow an abusive partner into my life, i am not practicing self-compassion, and so i have to prioritize my love for myself over their love for me. and that may hurt them, but that’s okay. hurting people and being hurt by them is an inevitable part of being human. the only thing we can control is the path of our compassion.

there is no such thing as good or bad people, only people who choose to prioritize certain things over others. you are never a bad person for wanting to explore those priorities in art, or to introspect on your own priorities. it’s okay to ask yourself what you’re willing to do to survive. could you kill someone? rape someone? torture someone? if the answer is “no” – how are you sure? and if you’re not sure, if there’s even a sliver of a potential for “yes,” how can you still love yourself? it’s okay to look on your past and admit to the ways you’ve hurt people, and forgive yourself. it’s okay to see the ways people have hurt you, and choose to forgive them, even if they haven’t apologized, even if they don’t “deserve” it. these are all difficult and fearful things to think about and accept in yourself, but it’s a worthy task, and art is an effective method of confronting the terrifying truths of life.

as a writer, i believe it is more important for a story to pose difficult questions than it is to answer them. you can use fiction as a way to make peace with the cruelty you find in yourself and others. you don’t have to have solutions. you don’t have to admit you know the answers to unanswerable questions. but you can write stories that present problems, and you can use narrative to navigate difficult terrain. next time you sit down to write something, consider: how might you love monsters? how can you better love yourself?

[theladydrgn]

WIP Wednesday

It is once again the time of the week to share a snippet from a WIP, so please enjoy a little teaser from the next chapter of The Serpent and The Prince

Next week.

Next week.

“Next week.”

"Uh, yeah. You alright? Look like you just swallowed a lemon."

Aziraphale attempted to school his face into something more neutral. He was certain he was successful, but the concerned knit of Crowley’s eyebrows above his glasses and severe down turn of his mouth did not lessen.

“I’m not- I don’t- I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” Aziraphale stuttered, hands fluttering between pulling at his waistcoat and fiddling with his sleeves.

He needed- He needed to go. Right now. Aziraphale shuffled backwards, eyes flicking between the floor, the walls, the ceiling, anywhere but at the man he was apparently supposed to be marrying next week.

It was too soon. Too fast. They had known each other for barely a month. How could anyone be expected to marry someone that quickly? How could he be expected to marry someone that quickly? Even someone as handsome, and charming, and kind, and- No. Now was not the time to be reminding himself of Prince Crowley’s positive qualities.

[mickeymooose]

I finally figured out a more concrete timeline of hairstyles for Mads during her storyline. It seems like an inconsequential thing but it’s nice to have a more decided visual progression for her.

—-

In the beginning it’s grown out. It never grows much longer than her shoulders, but she doesn’t cut it. She just pulls it back from her face in a tight braid. At this point she’s only ever been the Black Hand.

~

When she’s ‘captured’ by her ‘brother’s’ team her hair catches fire and she chops it off at the neck with a knife, leaving it asymmetrical and jagged. (this kind of represents the beginning of her fall from grace, so to speak- the imperfect messy style is a physical marking of the first cracks in her identity)

~

She has that hairstyle when she betrays her creator, and Callum, and when she’s in hiding. It’s also the style she has during her time working covert ops with Felix. Every time it gets too long she cuts it again the same way.

~

When Felix dies she stops taking care of it or herself. It grows out again and she doesn’t care to change that. During this period she cycles between depression and unhinged, violent vengeance and it shows.

~

When she learns that Felix is still alive (resuscitated by Blackwater to be used as a pawn) Mads chooses to trade her own freedom for Felix’s, shaves her head, and returns to her role as the Black Hand. It’s the most practical style, and it represents the sense of self she’d developed. Literally cutting off her independence in favor of pure practicality.

~

After she breaks free of Blackwater for the second time she grows her hair out again, this time in a slightly neater bob. She styles it more too, wearing it pulled back from her face more often. At this point she’s become much more comfortable with self expression and makes specific choices for herself on things as frivolous as personal style.