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If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more - 🍂

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I haven’t posted in a few months, so enjoy some Cryptid Omens.

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I get how exciting every Good Omens season 3 spoiler is for many, well, probably most of you and I hope they bring you joy and happy thoughts and lead to lots of fun and exciting conversations - but please, please, please, please remember to tag your posts and/or reblogs. It only takes a few seconds and it would be very much appreciated by everyone who's trying to stay clear of spoilery stuff.

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They're hiding from the new humans that are now wandering around the garden. But demon and angel are fascinated with their odd behaviour. Maybe they'll learn a thing or two 😃

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David Tennant: You join the dots!

Good Omens fandom joining the dots:

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Oh my god he loves him so much.

"Blah blah blah... proper name, place name, backstory stuff..."

He is sooo far away lmao

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Why is it such a wild opinion to state that sex and romance are two entirely separate things? They go together often but not exclusively.

If you can have sex without romance, the opposite is just as true. Sex is NOT inherently romantic, and romance doesn’t need to include sex to exist.

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Writers Guild Presents - Mornings After Nights Before

Mornings After Nights Before Written by Majnoona

Words: 3,766. Chapters: 1/3

Rating: M just in case for future chapters. T for this one.

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Soft Crowley, Aziraphale is a Mess, Crowley is Patient, Happy Ending, Binge Drinking, Hopeful Ending, Awkward Conversations, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Human

Summary:

Overworked senior publishing executive Aziraphale has fallen into a bad habit of late night excess and ephemeral one night stands but this time, when he wakes in a stranger's bed, he doesn't get to sneak away. Sometimes "mid-life" might just the beginning...

Chapter Excerpt:

Aziraphale awakens to find himself naked in a strange bed, in a strange room, with a strange man curled up against his side. The sun is shining through tall windows half covered with some sort of mesh. The walls are brick and hold remnants of metal bolts and beams. A few of these jut out overhead, more than a few festooned with planters from which long green limbs drape down in tangles. It is both a very industrial and a very verdant space. He is quite sure he would have remembered ever having been here before.

He lets out a deep, resigned sigh. Not again. 

Continue reading Chapter 1 on AO3

Special thanks to SpectrallyDistractracted for a super fast turn around on a beta read and dragging my prose into the present!

@goodomensafterdark @spectrallydistracted

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This was in response to the question "Who would hug the blankets the most, Aziraphale or Crowley?" On the couch in the bookshop, there are two blankets, so that tells me that each likes their own blanket. Crowley, being a snake, likes to hide away, while Michael Sheen is said to get cold easily, so it makes sense. In short, they hug each other. lol "Wrapped in the warmth of you, Loving every breath of you. Still my heart this moment, Or it might burst. Could we stay right here, 'Til the end of time until the earth stops turning? Wanna love you 'til the seas run dry. I've found the one I've waited for."

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5VRkJsYcf9z4Wni19FxICi?si=7a1cfa533e744f8a

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It appears that Crowley is taking it well since Aziraphale left.

Crowley thought this book would be apt for Azirakettle to read. "The Kidnapped Bucket"- One town accuses another of stealing their bucket & they begin a war over said bucket. Salieri had even written an opera about it. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_secchia_rapitahttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_secchia_rapita (Book used is from Stephen Tennant's library in Wilsford)

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Writers Guild Presents - Stay

Rated E

Summary: A bit of historical pining and angst. An angel and a demon are stationed together in Constantinople, pushing the boundary of what's allowed.

Excerpt: It wasn’t the first — or even the hundredth — time they had been stationed in the same place long enough to have reason to develop a cover, to establish the appearance of a relationship.

Sometimes — most times — they were just colleagues. Occasionally, though, Aziraphale grew bolder. Occasionally, there were nights when the angel showed up, never asking, simply leading Crowley to the bedroom to take what Crowley always wanted to give.

And then there were those handful of times — rare, precious, dreamlike — when Aziraphale completely threw caution to the wind and suddenly a night would turn into breakfast, turn into dinner, turn into sharing a home. Waking up together, day after day, nothing hidden or unspoken between them.

Read more here! 

Thanks to @fishey-me and @mageofthepeople for betaing!

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the apple sketch

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Broken heart

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon soon ☺️

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Better keep out, Crowley is not in a good mood. --- I started this art with the idea of devotion, yet it somehow ended up turning into possessiveness in the process.

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This summer will be the same as the last one: me under a train for those dumbasses

(soon the Aziraphale going to visit Crowley version because we have never enough versions of the first kiss™)

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Leaving Eden for a Garden

Chapter 3: The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Excerpt:

Crowley frowned and grumbled at the beam of light that hit his face. He reached for the blanket to block it out, but his fingers hit open air. It explained why he was cold. He opened his eyes reluctantly. A warm honey oak bedside table swam into view, and he smiled despite feeling a little chilled.

“Morning,” he called out toward Aziraphale’s favourite reading chair.

“Good morning,” his husky voice replied from the doorway. “I made you a coffee.”

“You’re a prince,” Crowley told him, rolling over onto his back. He sat up and lifted the cup from the coaster on the bedside table. After a deep sniff, he took a sip. “You could come back over here and join me, you know.”

Aziraphale leaned against the door jamb, mug of tea in one hand, the other resting conspicuously in his dressing gown pocket. He pouted a little. “I was enjoying the view.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66094702/chapters/172361047

With many thanks to @spectrallydistracted and @on1occasionfork for being beta readers, cheer leaders, and generally delightful people.

@goodomensafterdark

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✨ Oop! My hand slipped, and 🌈Gays🌈 happened 🤭! Shocking everyone, I’m sure. I was in desperate need of something soft and sweet when I drew this, and it did manage to bring me some peace. I hope it does for you, too!

This one went live on Pa🌳on a few weeks ago, but I figured it would be a good time to share here now. Hope y’all had a good holiday weekend! 💜