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Guilty as charged! I absolutely love our wineries and drew heavily on personal experience for the settings and events in this story. (Doing research for a story is a great excuse to go tasting.) 🍷

My latest story, a GO human AU for FTH. I’m quite excited about this one. I hope you enjoy it.

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My latest story, a GO human AU for FTH. I’m quite excited about this one. I hope you enjoy it.

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Hey, also, all the anarchist shit aside, tomorrow I want you to make something.

I forced myself to draw something after the 2016 election. I forced myself to draw something when my mother died in 2018. I forced myself to draw something when my spouse was hospitalized for multiple organ failure in 2021.

When you are miserable, make something. Add a row to your project, bake a box cake, draw on a sheet of lined paper, write a poem on a napkin, fold an origami shirt out of a dollar bill, make your favorite recipe for dinner, but make something with your hands, something that you can hold and look at engage your senses in.

It won't fix the world, but it will change the world. You will have made something that didn't exist before. You will have impacted your reality, even in a very small way. And it is going to be something you made *after.* Something bad happened, something shook you, and you made something after, in spite of it.

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I swear I will finish this story, one day, if only in honor of this gorgeous cover.

With the art of stories, we can rewrite ourselves into the people we should have been or hoped to be. We can protect and we can wound. Our stories are powerful, so we must be careful with them. Speak them out loud, and anyone could hear. Tell them to ourselves too many times, and we may lose ourselves in them.

The morning after The Bastille, Crowley comes to realize how their growing relationship is putting Aziraphale in danger. This story follows them throughout the ages as they wrestle with love and the lies they try to live by to keep each other safe.

Words: 11,590

Status: Incomplete

Rating: Not Rated

Art Credit: Arrivée du duc d'Orléans au Palais-Royal, dans la soirée du 29 juillet 1830 by Hoffbauer

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Big spooky fan, me, so this cover is just an absolute delight and I can’t stop admiring it. What an honor! None of my stories have inspired art before, and to be considered a classic, well… excuse me while I go dry my eyes.

A figure steps into the cold blue lights of the alleyway. Its face is framed by a familiar halo of white curls, but the face itself is unlike one Crowley has ever seen before. Sickly pale skin has stretched past the breaking point across it, exposing the muscles of its cheeks and chin. Its eyes are flat, black, unfocused orbs. It stretches its bloodless lips in what might be a smile and holds its arms out wide, and its arms expand longer and longer until its horribly-overgrown fingernails scrape the brick walls on either side of it. Crowley, mouth agape, steps back until his heel hits the empty bottle. “Shit.” It laughs, a throaty cackle, and walks slowly toward him. The gutters catch fire.

“What in God’s–”

It stops. “This–” the figure croaks, holding up its talons against its twisted face, “is… God–” And it lurches toward him.

After averting Armageddon, Crowley begins to have disturbing dreams. Easy fix: he'll just stop sleeping. It goes well enough until Aziraphale invites him over for Halloween night.

Words: 3,856

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen And Up

Art Credit: Lit Mini Pumpkins by Noah Verrier, 2008

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What gorgeous company my story has found itself in! I’m honored.

Hi there everyone! Thank you so much for everything that you do~

I was wondering if you could please recommend some fics that have absolutely beautiful prose? I couldn't find a tag for it but similar to A portrait in synesthesia or The Injury Of Finally Knowing You (unpack_my_heart_with_words).

Thank you and hope you're all having a lovely day❤

Here are some fics from my bookmarks that I have tagged "beautiful"...

Strawberry Wine by GaryOldman (NR)

Human AU Ineffable Husbands one shot. "You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you." - Richard Siken

Empty and Desolate, The Air by asparkofgoodness (M)

Ever a guardian, Aziraphale kept watch. Sliver-shafts of moonlight sliced ribbons across Crowley’s face. The emptiness of it unnerved the angel. Even in slumber, his expressive face had always told stories. Syllables shifted in the corners of his mouth; sentences found themselves punctuated with the movement of an eyebrow. Now, only still silence, even in sleep.   Heavenly forces decide the best way to get their once-dutiful soldier back is to slaughter his only real reason for rebellion. Their attempt leaves Crowley wounded and voiceless. Aziraphale tries his best to heal him and accept the soundlessness of this new verse of their song.

You Said Go Slow (I Fall Behind) by BlackUnicorn (G)

Further up, still, half-hidden by the branches of the trees and the leaves of the hedges, stood a cottage. It looked like any other cottage, really, with a thatched roof and a fainted paintjob and a garden out back. However, anyone who took a closer look would agree that this particular cottage was, in fact, quite extraordinary – the roses ranking up the stone arch in the front bloomed more lustrous than any roses ever seen on earth, the car in the driveway was almost antique and yet looked like it had rolled out of the factory no longer than a few weeks ago, the shelves inside held more books than should be physically possible, and the Mona Lisa sketch in the hallway was said to have been signed by dear old Leo himself. And there, in the first-floor bedroom, covered by piles of duvets and blankets, lay the Demon Crowley, alone, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling from behind his sunglasses, waiting for dawn. *** Sometimes healing and moving on is the hardest part.

Exit Wounds by racketghost (T)

“At least they were together for a time,” Crowley says, staring at the lit end of his cigarette, “maybe that’s enough.” Part 1 of Strange Moons series (G-E)

l’esprit de l’escalier by seekwill (M)

l’esprit de l’escalier: that feeling you get when you leave a conversation and think of all the things you should have said With his books and his clothes and other curiosities he’d collected since beginning his time in London, Aziraphale considered himself a curator of beautiful things. He found beauty in people too, in the way they moved and spoke and laughed. This man, who was very nearly past him now, almost gone, shook him. He couldn’t understand why. There was an impulse to reach out, to wrap his blunt fingers around the man’s skinny wrist on his handlebars, say “Hello there, might you have a moment to explore why I’ve fallen in love with you just now?” An adaptation of Jean-Pierre Jeunet's 2001 film Amélie, as part of the GO Romantic Comedy Event

Not a Human AU by maniacalmole (G)

Aziraphale knows Crowley has a crush and doesn't know what to do about it. Aziraphale wasn’t sure if he considered himself ‘alive’ or not. What would he do if he had to live a life? We may not be people, Crowley thought. But I do—I do want.

And the two you mentioned...

The Injury Of Finally Knowing You by unpack_my_heart_with_words (T)

Once in heaven, the angels do what they always do— a kindness. The only blessing is that without his memories, Aziraphale has no idea what he has lost. It will end, as it began, in a garden.

A Portrait in Synesthesia by DiminishingReturns (M)

In the innocent time before the Fall complicated everything, one shy, studious chronicler and one curious, chaotic starmaker fell in love. They were left with no memory of each other, but the soul remembers what the mind forgets, and their experiences together left them with a unique kind of synesthesia— the emotional state, mannerisms, and voice of one having a paired physical response (smell, taste, or color) in the other. Follow Aziraphale and Crowley from the pre-Fall times to the Apocalypse as these heightened earthly senses continually pull them back together. At first, they meet tentatively under Halley’s Comet, the last thing Crowley created as a starmaker and an excuse to keep returning to one another’s orbit. But over the millennia, their relationship deepens and they find new reasons to seek each other’s company.

- Mod D

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Fic: The Exit to Our Old Street

My version of Season 3 is finally finished today! It's the culmination of 7 months of hard work and love. I've never been so proud of a piece of writing before. I hope you'll give it a read and enjoy it even half as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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GOOD OMENS + tumblr year in review (insp)

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David Tennant and Michael Sheen - BTS of Good Omens season 2

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Good Omens S3 Renewal Request Letter

I drafted a letter that could be printed and mailed, or copied and emailed, to Amazon, asking for Season 3!

The address is at the top of the letter; delete before sending, and sign your name. Feel free to send it as it is, or use it as a template and add your own ideas/experiences/feelings to it!

Wouldn't it be lovely if every fan sent a letter? Spread the word!

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Well, hello! It's been a while. I see I have some new followers, possibly from the notes of some of my older fics. I haven't been active on here in a while, as I find it a bit hard to follow people and have conversations on here, but I do have a Twitter I use often: @asparkofgoodnes (just one s because of silly Twitter rules). Feel free to follow me over there if you'd like! I'll probably post a bit on here, but I'll primarily use Twitter.

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How do you deal with the agony? With the ever present knowing that something terrible is just around the corner? How do you enjoy the good when you can't deny the reality of the bad? What do you do with all the suffering?

Try, as best I can, to live in the moment and enjoy the now.

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"neil can we get angel!crowley?" "we have angel!crowley at home" the angel!crowley at home:

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Since I’ve only been able to think about Good Omens and nothing else for the past week, I suppose it’s time to say “I’m back.”

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i am so emotional 😭😭😭💙💙💙

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happy filming starting day : )