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First fic lines tag game

Thanks @itsscottiesstark, it's a good opportunity to avoid cleaning!

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this taught me that my titles somehow keep on getting longer? just wait until this entire paragraph is a fic title

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics (or chapters, if you don't have 10 fics), then attempt to tag 10 people!

1. what do eyeliner and an angel have in common? (wings)

Crowley’s hand was twitching. She held her black eyeliner like a lifeline, trying to save her sanity from slipping away and sinking into the carpet, landing a few floors down.

2. A Homemade Galaxy: A Guide To Taking Care Of Your Snake Boyfriend

It was a quiet kind of evening, the kind where the streets of Soho were decorated with soft snow blankets and humans rarely stepped outside.

3. At The Tip Of Your Tongue

How could one, Aziraphale wondered, be jealous of a pen?

4. The Lexicon Of Touch

They’re standing by the windows, upstairs, in the bedroom Crowley hadn’t seen with his own two eyes until today. The angel’s rummaging through ancient wine bottles, trying to pick one appropriate to celebrate with. There are a few centimetres between them. There are six thousand years between them.

5. A Recipe For Winning A Bet

It had started, as most bad ideas tend to, with a raised eyebrow. Said troublesome eyebrow belonged to one Crowley, the Serpent Of Eden, and it taunted Aziraphale in the best of ways.

6. Observation Time

The hour of 8:21 was slowly approaching. This meant that by now, Father Fell would be in the first half of the sermon. For an older lady sitting, of course, in the first row, this also meant the first half of Observation Time.

7. You Move Like Poetry

The door to the bookshop opened quietly, filling the entrance with fresh air and the sounds of evening London life. As an angel and a demon entered, the lingering warmth of champagne and conversation still buzzed between them. 

8. Picture Perfect

The first winter in their South Downs cottage was something Aziraphale had been dreaming of ever since the idea of moving in together was first discussed. He’d read all about it in his novels.

9. Going Out

Crowley knew what he had to do. He thought about it at length, ruminating, trying to ignore the way his mind came to insane possible conclusions. He even sat down to write some lists, despite the way he usually hated them.

10. A Principality's Guide to Petsitting

Aziraphale stood by the bookshop door, staring at the ground. The boxes he held in his hands almost crashed to it as well. One of his coats, usually hanging from the hanger, kept in tip-top condition for centuries, was now on the floor. In the middle of it lay a rather big caramel-colored cat, cleaning her paws happily, without any care in the world.

I don't think I can tag 10 people - I am really bad at knowing which of my buddies I follow on Tumblr and what their Tumblr names are (and a lot of them already did this lol or they're artists) so in addition to the tagged people, whoever would like to do it, feel free to!! @katspause @cassiecasyl

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Aziraphale tries some interior decorating in today's cute writer's spotlight by @ineffableword.

You can find the full story in 'Bright Star', our celestial fanzine, themed in tribute to the 'Take Back the Night Foundation'.

'Bright Star' contains over 70 artworks and fic created by volunteers. And all profits from the sales will go towards helping SA victims.

Get your copy today at: https://pyracantha.itch.io/bright-star

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Hello, hello folks! We're back for our final event with the On Our Own Side Fundraiser. We're proud to announce that our zine, Bright Star, will become available for purchase on May 10th! All proceeds from this zine will go to the Take Back the Night Foundation.

(Artist spotlight: @golswia)

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A Cake Bang fic: A Recipe For Winning A Bet

A fic for the @goodomensafterdark Cake Bang event, featuring amazing art by @kiratastic!

Rating: E

Summary/Excerpt:

"I bet you couldn't go a week without touching me." Oh? What did the demon have in mind? Aziraphale knew he had to tread carefully. His heartbeat sped up, sensing the delicious shift in the conversation. "Touching you in what way, exactly?" he ventured. It must have been precisely what Crowley was waiting for. "Well, angel, I bet you couldn't resist me seducing you for an entire week. You would fall into bed with me at my very first attempt." or Crowley and Aziraphale have a bet. Seduction attempts ensue and a lot of whipped cream gets used.

Continue reading on AO3

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Sit at the kerb and stew! (G, 8.9K)

The TNAN Discord server invited you to take a look at the fourth installment of our Exquisite Corpse game!

Summary

'It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon, they were taking Aziraphale out for sushi. But unexpected car trouble has put a dent in Crowley's plans. Granting sentience to your Car is all fair when you don't want to worry about gas or the use of pedals in an emergency. But things become decidedly more complicated when the inanimate objects you're used to terrorising suddenly start to talk back.'

Each player writes about 300 words when they are randomly chosen and the next player has to continue the story. We do this until the story feels finished and every story goes in wonderful unexpected direction!

You can find the collection of all our stories here.

Big shout out to @eybefioro who is our wonderful dictator ruler and to all the other writers that added their wonderful contributions: @alysoninslumberland, @shades-o-grey, @tehrenb, @cassiecasyl, Starlightdreamerstar, @the-bentley, @ochre-sunflower, @itchiefeet, @itsscottiesstark, @katspause, @bellisima-writes, obsidian_boi, @goodoldfashionedlovergirls-blog, @captainblou, CirusTheDivider, @shadowfang44

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"You Move Like Poetry"

Art Collection for @ineffableword

“So, is it my turn, angel?”-

“Oh, not tonight, my dear.”

-"It was quite a modest blue dress with a high collar and a pleated skirt. The angel’s white-blonde hair was pulled up into a bun and adorned with a transparent, lacy ribbon the color of the clear sky."

-"Crowley herself, of course, went for something in a completely opposite style. Her black dress had a plunging neckline and a slit that showed off a slim leg. Most of her skin was on display, ready to tempt one angel into sinful, delicious thoughts."

“Oh Crowley, I thought I tired you out sufficiently.”

"You Move Like Poetry" - By @ineffableword"

Rating, Explicit - 5.9 k words

》》》》READ IT HERE《《《《

Who Loves Ineffable Wives?

Do you love women? Do You Love Smut? Do You Love Good Omens?

Then boy do I have a fic recommendation for you!!!

This is an AMAZING fic that my friend @ineffableword made for a Valentine's Gift Exchange when they showed me the dress concept for Crowley and Aziraphale, Needless to say, I was ✨️Inspired✨️. And when they let me give the rough draft a cheer read I might've gotten carried away...

BUT Luckily she was happy to indulge me and even attached my art to the fic. And if that didn't make me blush like a school girl the contents of the fic certainly did.

SO GO READ IT YOU FIENDS!!!

And you know, maybe like and reblog this post while you're at it.

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You Move Like Poetry: An Ineffable Wives Fic

Written for ad_astrah for the Good Omens After Dark Valentine's Day Exchange!

With some great art by @shades-o-grey

Rating: E

Summary: After a night out, Crowley wants to make Aziraphale's evening even better. Aziraphale has an even better idea.

Excerpt:

“You’re putting the serpent on its belly? That’s very on the nose, you know!”

“I happen to find my serpent gorgeous in any position I put her in,” the angel purred in reply, the firmness mixed with honey-sweet affection.

Continue reading on AO3

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Aziraphale, Walking

I know we talk a lot about Crowley's saunter, but may I present:

The careful way Aziraphale walks?

The way he looks so solid and strong?

So sure?

He seems to like his body (corporation)

And that's so sexy

He appears to be always on a particular, precisely calculated path at any point

Anyway, I love the way he holds himself

And Crowley definitely appreciates that too:

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Someone needs to draw Crowley as this picture:

Please I'm begging on my hands and knees 🙏

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I animated MANY Good Omens giphy stickers Here's Part 1 of them! You can use em in instagram stories, tiktok stories, etc... Find em' by searching Gomens in gif search

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Honk if you worship Satan! (Rated G, 4k words)

Crowley had a plan. He had orchestrated everything, called in old favours, he even had outfits! All their friends were there, ready to help, and then the wonderful, beautiful bastard of an angel had to go and steal his thunder.

We have an on going writing game of Exquisite Corpse in the TNAN discord server! The rules are as follows: one starts the story with a soft limit of 300 words; another person is tagged, and continues the story following the same rules. We keep going until we feel the story is done! The end result is a story full of twists and unexpected events.

This fluffy story is a lovechild between 14 writers, one of them being @eybefioro who also organized it! Head on over to Ao3 to read the series! We've got more stories coming. Our team for this story also includes:

@ezomind-the-other-one @edit-by-riley @bellisima-writes @the-bentley @ineffableword @captainblou @cassiecasyl @alysoninslumberland @tehrenb @goodoldfashionedlovergirls-blog @katspause and Obsidian who's not on Tumblr 🩵

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You are given a word - share 1 sentence from your wip(s) that begins with each letter of that word.

Thank you @itsscottiesstark and @katspause <3

The words are DUCK and CATARACT (very clever, kat!)

"Don’t worry, dearest, I’m perfectly tip-top.”

Uninvited, the memory of that Tuesday night interrupted his peace, Aziraphale’s distressed face along with them.

Crowley wasn’t his, he didn’t belong to anyone, he didn’t promise anything and if he wanted to ditch Aziraphale to go with this man somewhere, he was absolutely allowed to do so.

"I keep on losing my focus today."

(I DIDN'T HAVE ANY SENTENCES THAT ACTUALLY START WITH K OKAY)

and

“Careful there! You gotta wrap both your hands around that handle, keep it steady.”

At that, Crowley finally got his mouth to work again.

The thing between them felt fragile, though. There was a string wrapped around them, taunt with tension and he knew that it could snap with every moment if they didn’t cultivate it, if the didn’t keep a tight grasp on the knot. 

Anathema raised her eyebrows. “You? Quiet? For two hours?”

A rustle brought him out of his head and he looked at the man beside him to find that he was holding a map in his hands. An actual, paper map.

All his focus was stolen by the view in front of him, his gaze tangled in a knot that was securely held in the palm of a bright, freckled hand, whether the demon knew it or not.

Crowley, however, didn't seem to mind the intrusive question. Of course she didn't. Cool people like her were unbothered by anything and always full of grace.

This time Aziraphale’s voice came right into Crowley’s ear.

this was actually super difficult, couldn't find two, as you can see hfuiwhuiaw but fun to look through my stuff!

some no-pressure tags: (yes i know some were tagged already, let's complicate their lives with more words!) @cassiecasyl, @edit-by-riley, @captainblou and whoever else wants to do this!

your word is COUCH

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Angel of Music - Chapter 1

(read on Ao3)

Aziraphale Fell, a violinist on his last year of his university degree, is a proud classical musician. He has worked hard for his skills, has spent countless hours practicing and perfectioning his repertoire. What happens when a project comes up in which contemporary composer and pianist Anthony Crowley has to compose a piece for him to play that by no means resembles what the violinist would call music?

The musicians AU I've always wanted, feel free to tag along.

Explicit, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Updates Weekly

There will be a brand new taglist, let me know if you want to be on it in posts about new chapters! 🩵

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Apparently Caracal kittens sound like laser beams 🐈

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THIS IS AMAZING GIVE US MOOOOORE

Beelzebub, Prince of Hell (former), & Lord of the Flies

Charcoal on paper

I made this for a Secret Santa gift exchange for Zelphar. They expressed wishing for something Beelzebub themed. c:

I'm very rusty in the art realm and am nervous to post this

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Orgasm denial but in the same way people talk about the moon landing being faked

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Chapter two final Train scene fic posted

Chapter two was finished faster than I thought, this was a train ride to write.

Rating:

Mature

Summary:

When the angels of heaven come to slander Aziraphale for the choices he has made, the situation will cause Aziraphale to question the goodness of heaven once again.

“He ought to tell Crowley. No, he didn’t. He wanted to tell Crowley. He ought to tell Heaven.” — Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

Excerpt:

“Aziraphale” Metatron begins to speak, while they are supposedly facing each other as equals, even though the power differential is so obvious in the small corridor.

“You understand the reason for my visit very well, your desertion has not gone unnoticed.” Aziraphale licks his lips and tastes the words of apology, of division, of ignorance on his lips. But it will all result in telling lies, false truths and those are sincerely permissible for the other species. His gaze falls on the hundreds, thousands of powerful halos, radiant, he has experienced the devastation of an experience himself, he is not prepared for this.

His hands fold behind his back, he supports both legs up and tries to hide his hands from any watchful eye that might be looking at him.

“Aziraphale, I would like to know why you were so quickly influenced by a request to see an old acquaintance, someone who has nothing left for you to meet, whom you swore off when you accepted this offer from me.”

Chapter two is done and that concludes the Trainfic. I want to thank everyone who checked out Ao3 and/or reposted Chapter 1 on Tumblr. Cas, thank you for sharing your playlist, which helped me complete the story. And a thank you to all of you dear ones of the discord server, this would never have been possible if you hadn't given me the courage and curiosity to post my writings online.

@seraphhiim, @sad-grandfather-clock, @elenthyaolyenths, @katspause, @captainblou, @ineffableword, @edit-by-riley, @kotias, @daneecastle, @mamamissy, @eybefioro, @alysoninslumberland, @gribouli, @itsscottiesstark, @newgomensfan, @angelgendered, @fatpinkbitch, @di-42, @stumblingoverchaos, @jade519shark, @morwennastower, @wanderingmindescaped, @gun-roswell, @celticseawych, @detonjoey

If I missed any of you, let me know and I'll tag you next time.

Love and regards, Rose Quartz Nightingale