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a snowy little sketch of these two 🤍

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-Divorce Robe-

There, uh...

There was supposed to be a robe, okay.

I'm gonna just...

Put him under the cut here. For decency.

Tag List ⬇

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(This is probably a very out-of-date tag list considering how little I'm doing in the GO fandom these days. Requests for removal will be honored.)

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Ineffable Kinktober 2025!

Hello, Ineffable Kinksters! As always, I'm posting early to give ample time to create, whatever medium you use. This isn't a challenge; do one, do them all, have fun! Special thanks to @traceylynntobin for kicking me in the pants to get this done & posted. Questions? Please ask!

Image text: Ineffable Kinktober 2025

Ao3 Collection: Ineffable_Kinktober_2025

1. Wings/Halos

2. Clothing/Tartan

3. Somnophilia​

4. Snake/Naga form

5. Bondage

6. Fire Play

7. Gags/Ballgags

8. The Bentley

9. Praise/Degradation

10. ​Blasphemy/Priest

11. ​​Masturbation

12. Feminization

13. Ancient Rome

14. ​Feeding/Food Play

15. Piercings/Tattoos

16. True form/Eldritch

17. Voyeurism

18. ​Horns/Tails

19. Age play

20. Fingers/Hands

21. Watching oneself (mirror or video)

22. Sadism/Masochism

23. Glory Hole /Anonymous/Free Use

24. Aural Kink

25. Mating Plugs/Plugging

26. Omegaverse

27. Overstimulation

28. Come marking

29. Sex to Words (Poetry Reading Edition)

30. Danger/Rescue

31. Creator's Choice

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A stovepipe top hat in cornflower blue with a wide olive green satin ribbon. The goat was white, it was chewing on a dandelion. I didn’t choose this, it just appeared.

imagine a goat with a hat

STOP-

what hat did you give the goat what is the instinctual hat you gave to this goat

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Eden🍎✨

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Someone write this. Please, please, please someone write this!!

IM CACKLING GOMENS FANS LOOK😭

SOMEONE ON TWITTER SAID “CROWLEY IN HIS HEARTBROKEN ERA”😭💔🥀

I FUCKING LOVE THE GOOD OMENS FANDOM SM😹💝💝💝

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Yooohoooo @nosferatini

hiya, wondering if you have a recommendation for a fic where crowley and aziraphale get married and have a wedding? no human aus if possible, but i dont mind either way. Thank you!

Hey. We have #proposal, #wedding, and #marriage tags, so check those out. Here are more wedding fics to add...

Take me to church, angel by godsnightingale (G)

“Crowley, you know, sometimes I think we should get married.” - Crowley and Aziraphale get married, in a church, because why not?

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by Mizmak (T)

God decides it’s time for Heaven and Hell to get back together—in total harmony. What will that mean for Crowley and Aziraphale, and will it change their relationship forever?

the exponent of breath by possibilityleft (T)

In which Aziraphale and Crowley attend a lot of weddings, renovate a cottage, and eventually have a wedding of their own.

Together by Raxacoricofallapatoriusrulez (M)

One month after the epilogue the wedding is starting to loom. Shenanigans ensure. This is a finished extensive epilogue to On My Own you can read this as stand alone for fluff. For (more) plot I suggest going to the original work.

The Season of Nightingales by Nosferatini (T)

A nice and accurate prophecy of the season following the parting ways of an angel and his demon…. If such an Ineffable Plan were plotted by a benevolent God with a keen interest in their part in the world's future—and a penchant for a good love story. In this tale of what might emerge after affection’s seed is planted with a kiss, the Second Coming looms large. Aziraphale must keep his vow to fix Heaven before it’s too late, without asking the impossible from Crowley. As the effort is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon. Somewhere, somehow, there is an outcome where the Nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each other—and maybe a little help—to find it.

- Mod D

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7 Ways to Support a Writer's WIPs (even if you don't read WIPs)

Subscribe to the work.

Leave kudos.

Bookmark it.

Leave a comment on the first chapter telling the writer you love the topic and look forward to reading when it's complete.

Reblog a writer's chapter announcements.

Post your own links to WIPs you can't wait to start reading.

Anything I missed?

I marvel at people who post fics as they write. It's the literary equivalent of a high wire act. I can't imagine how anyone stays motivated to continue writing and posting in the middle of the everyday challenges of life. Amazing!

So let's encourage the wonderful writers who give us so many hours of enjoyment and nourish our beautiful fan fiction community.

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Games like this are so fun! Thanks for the tags @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon and @dbacklot99! I’m excluding collabs from this 🙂

Newest to oldest:

1) There is something almost ethereal in the way vapour clings to grasses and hovers over streams on cold mid-March mornings. [Night Blooms -E]

2) Crowley glared menacingly at the blank form on his very sleek, extremely expensive, never-been-charged laptop. [No Experience Necessary - G]

3) The path to Hell is not paved with good intentions. [Star-Crossed - M]

4) Upon opening A.Z. Fell and Co. in 1800 one of the first entirely practical miracles Aziraphale performed was on the wastepaper basket. [Minor Miracle - E]

5) The clock on the bedside table ticks softly. [Cardamom & Clove - E]

6) The windows are shut tight despite the pleasantly crisp afternoon. [Lavender & Thyme - G]

7) “It’s not in here,” there is a clatter of pots and pans behind Aziraphale where Crowley rummages through a cabinet. [Coriander & Mint - E]

8) Aziraphale has always loved the spring; the cool mornings that yield to idyllic afternoons immortalized by Blake and Wordsworth and Tennyson. [Sage & Rose - T]

9) Crowley shouldn’t have been surprised that Aziraphale had noticed. [Breathless - E]

10) In September of 1666, London burned. [Where There Is Smoke - E]

I’ve gotten better at varying how I start stories! A year ago it was almost always a name. 😅😊

Come play if you want to! @hermiola , @leviosally , @littleweezel , @depraveddame , @ajconstantine , @createserenity , @hakunahistata , @nosferatini , @koala2all , @angie-words

latest fics/first lines

Thank you @chapeldean for tagging me! 😍

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!

tagging: @afrenchwriter @bellisima-writes @hermiola @di-42 @alwayscomewhenyoucall @just-french-me-up @waitingtobebroken @andromeda4004 @hkblack @feraltuxedo (10 blogs are... so many blogs... if anyone tagged doesn't want to play, it's okay, the tags are all no pressure!)

I do NOT have ten fics on ao3 (the current number is... 8, which is still more than I thought I had) so I'm going with chapters for this! Counting down from Nights Forgotten and heading straight into Married at First Sight THE HEART LEAPS UP AND FEELS DEAD which I keep forgetting I ever wrote..........

Nights Forgotten

5. The Names Every year on January 1st, Crowley decided he was a year older.

4. Conversations at Midnight Crowley climbed back up to the crow’s nest the next night.

3. The Storm After that first night in the crow’s nest, it rained for nearly three days.

2. Leaving Port It was the 10th of August 1908, and Crowley had been thinking it might rain for nearly a week.

1. Prologue Most people, upon hearing the name RMS Laetitia, think about the famous sinking.

The Heart Leaps Up and Feels Dead

4. Forgive me. Crowley’s sofa was hard.

3. a wedding. Everything was white.

2. the night before Three days was nothing.

1. One kiss, It started with a kiss.

And then, the last chapter of Married at First Sight...

19. Epilogue SEASON SIX OF MARRIED AT FIRST SIGHT COMES TO AN END — THREE COUPLES STAY TOGETHER

Honestly, I would not have been able to guess that last one.

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Can’t agree with the last one about showing the aftermath of a death enough. It’s about so much more than the loss of the beloved character, it’s about the *grief* of the ones who survive.

If I can add a few of my own thoughts:

- Setting is a character, too. Maybe tears don’t fall but the sunlight streaming in through the window doesn’t carry the same warmth as in days gone by. Maybe the birds’ songs are quieter, thinner through the open window.

- Every emotion has an equivalent opposite. The idea of loving someone so much it hurts, crying until you laugh. Play with those spillover points. Especially if you can revisit previous scene and change the context. A character being given flowers and they’ve pressed them as a keepsake is tender. Revisit them after a fight or other loss and now they’re a moment in time preserved, fragile and muted, a shadow of their former beauty.

- Word choice matters. There isn’t much physical difference in the sensations of tingle, prickle and skitter but the connotations are very different.

- No part of this advice is limited to angst. Positive feelings can be just as overwhelming.

How to Emotionally Destroy Readers

✩ Gut-punches are about timing. You don't say “I love you” during the sunset. You say it in the middle of a burning building or right after they stab you.

✩ A single line of dialogue like “you were supposed to come back” hits harder than an entire page of poetic mourning.

✩ Don’t just break their hearts, break their sense of identity. Make them question who they are, what they stand for, and if it was ever worth it (That’s premium pain.)

✩ Let someone be forgiven… but not trusted again. That's the kind of heartbreak that lingers like smoke.

✩ Sometimes the most devastating line is the one they don’t say. Silence is a character too.

✩ Give them a moment of joy. Right before everything falls apart. Hope makes the fall hurt more.

✩ Someone saying “I forgive you” through tears? Powerful. Someone saying “I still love you but I can’t stay”? Absolutely soul-shattering.

✩ If they die, don’t describe the death. Describe the aftermath. The coat left hanging by the door. The mug still on the table. The dog waiting.

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i love forgetting that i have tumblr

*fart sound*

anyway, here is my this week's thing with cure ineffable husbands inspired by The Unpossessed by Haddon Sundblom. check this on twitter too <3

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Eeeee!! I love this story, y’all. They’re so sweet and soft and funny and 🔥🫠🥰😍 If you’ve not read this Figuring It Out yet it’s now Complete!! Go ahead and dive in, you’ll love it!!

Figuring it Out

Ch.6 is up and that's a wrap on this fic! Endless thanks to @gaiaseyes451 @tybalttrouble and @harlotofupdog for the beta work and Britpicks on this!

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“I’ve got to hand it to you, mister big artiste, this is fantastic.” Eric pivots on a patent heel from where he’s been watching the small crowd that’s gathered for Crowley’s art exhibition, taking a sip of champagne with a flourish.

“Thanks, Eric.” Crowley also takes a drink from the flute he’s been nursing.

“I mean, I had no idea you knew more than three people! And they appear to like you and everything!”

“Ha-bloody-ha.” Crowley props himself on the front counter of The Bean Queen—where his show is being hosted—and scowls at a snickering Eric.

Shaking his head fondly, Crowley’s so-called friend comes to stand on his other side, champagne cradled in one hand and a macaron in the other. He’s looking comparatively toned down this evening in black tailored trousers and the maroon vintage button up of Crowley’s (s’on loan for now…might maybe part with it permanently, he really doesn’t wear it.) But it’s none the less a dapper and distinguished combination. Crowley himself allowed the other man to drag him out shopping and put him in an ombre dark green to black button up shirt and black skinny tie, also with black trousers. He’s wearing heeled boots with red soles (in the style of Louboutin only; Crowley is a starving artist) and a shade of lipstick to match.

“In all seriousness, it’s wonderful, babe. And I trust your loyal admirers weren’t too expensive.”

Eric dissolves into a fresh wave of giggles, false lashes fluttering like bird wings. Crowley rolls his eyes. He grew up with brothers; Eric teasing him is like being licked by a unicorn compared to how his brothers used to taunt him. More than that, he’s resigned to the fact that when Eric jabs at him, it’s laced with that innocent and somewhat nauseating undertone of affection, good intentions, n’ friendship schmoop.

Read it here.

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Thanks for the rec!! 🥹🥰 And what a list to recommend alongside!! 🤯 I still shout at folks to read Quite Contrary by @gingiekittycat whenever the opportunity arises!

Hello mods!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE EFFORT YOU ALL HAVE PUT IN HERE. Do you have any fics where Crowley deliberately makes Supreme Archangel Aziraphale jealous, and angst and pining ensue? If it's rated E, it would be awesome :>>

Thanks in advance!!!

Here are some fics to add to our #jealous aziraphale and #supreme archangel aziraphale tags...

always in this twilight by Darling_Loki (E)

Crowley and Nina get drunk. Aziraphale is (slightly) jealous when he comes back.

The Saint of Lost Things by GaiasEyes (E)

Water is only as holy as the hands that bless it. Small sins, tiny transgressions hardly move the needle. But, the more severe the infraction, the weaker the water becomes. And if the good Father sought to grasp flesh beyond the body of Christ with his fingertips, if he wanted to feel the weight of more than wafers on his tongue… Well, a demon could practically drink water blessed by those hands. She wouldn’t, of course, but she could.

Ricochet by NaroMoreau (E)

Crowley's tired of living with the pain of Aziraphale's departure and tries something extreme to forget. But when another version of Aziraphale shows up at his doorstep, he thinks he might've... complicated things further.

Quite Contrary by Ginger_Cat (E)

The plan is ready, everything is in place, and Aziraphale is about to prove that he’s quite capable of running the Second Coming all on his own, thank you very much. There’s just one problem—and it goes by the name of Mary Magdalene. (It also, on occasion, goes by the name “Anthony J. Crowley.”)

- Mod D

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Celebrating International Non-Binary People's Day!

Today (July 14th) we celebrate our wonderful non-binary community members and creators! We are featuring works from some of the non-binary folks from our sub and we invite you to add and share any works with non-binary representation or works from non-binary creators in comments and reblogs 💛🤍💜🖤

@goatmeal-craisin is a writer whose fic I Hear My Echo in the Echoing Wood (E) sees Crowley as a weird healer who lives in the woods. Aziraphale is a fun-loving faun. Can these two overcome their (size) differences and find happiness?

@elysiumleo's fic The Dove and The Dragon: Dark Was The Night (E) is set in the winter of 1640, Hell has claimed responsibility for the massive death tolls caused by the French/Iroquois War, and the desolation wrought to colonizers that have taken up residence in New France. Anthony has made it a personal mission of his to do everything to protect the peoples afflicted by this devastation, unaware of the magnitude of Hell's influence on these poor souls. Meanwhile, Azrafael discovers Hell has unleashed a very powerful species of demon into the world, intent on destroying all life in the area, with Heaven's permission. 

@ghst-signal is a writer and artist whose Hastur/Ligur fic, You Love Him. The Story Still Ends. (T) explores the theme of Sometimes love is not enough.

@and-his-hands-were-24-crows is an artist whose works you can see on both Tumblr and Ao3 and include:

-Decommission (2025 redraw)- Moon Crown (part of a set) Ostinato No Time

We welcome all creators to share links to fics, art and any other creations that will help celebrate the Good Omens non-binary community! 💛🤍💜🖤

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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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Night Blooms - Chapter 10 - Moonflower- Now Complete!

Story tags apply - It’s the final chapter!! This story is now COMPLETE!

Read Chapter 10 on AO3 or Start from the Beginning

Chapter Excerpt: The mattress squeaks as Aziraphale shifts from his back to his side. He turns his pillow over in the vain hope that the cooler linen will calm his fidgeting and lull him back to sleep. To say that Aziraphale’s relationship with sleep is, at best, complicated is generous. Even before the incident, he found himself awake at all hours, though it had never really troubled him. As a young man the quiet of the small hours felt like a secret. Stolen time that was his alone to read or sketch or simply be while the world around him slept. Now, he is usually content to relax amongst pillows and blankets and allow his thoughts to wander, flitting between vague images and abstract musings, never alighting on any one in particular for long.

Anthony, on the other hand, has always been nearly as enamored with sleep as he is with Aziraphale. He is sprawled across his side of the bed, sheets tucked down to his waist in deference to the heat of the bedroom, so the angles of his shoulder blades, the ridges of his spine paint soft white lines in the darkness. A hand and knee cross the invisible boundary down the middle of the bed, annexing part of Aziraphale’s side as his own. Aziraphale cedes the ground with a soft smile and smooths Anthony’s brows with his thumb with tender strokes.

The only foolproof method Aziraphale has ever found to induce sleep on otherwise elusive nights is Anthony. Something about cuddling in close, burying his nose in the space between his back and the sheets and the pocket of warm, humid air captured there as Anthony’s chest rises and falls with his steady breaths is better than any sleeping draught.

Well, it is certainly better than any real soporific he’s ever found.

Good grief, it’s done!! Six months from the day I started writing, this story is complete. An astronomical, heartfelt, incredible THANK YOU to my amazing beta’s. @leviosally, @dbacklot99, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon and @hakunahistata have read and reread and encouraged and listened to me whine and cry and complain so much. You are incredible and the story is so much better for having you be a part of it. <3

And to everyone who has been reading along or is ready to pick it up now that it’s complete, thank you. Your support for the story kept me going, and it keeps me writing. You’re all wonderful. <3 @goodomensafterdark

Read Night Blooms on AO3