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Thanks for the tag! (Sorry it took me a bit to get to this)

My smut writing is a fairly mixed bag:

Top Az/Bottom Crowley: Sweet Dreams (are made of this) And on my other account: Accidents Happen, Use Me (heed the tags on those)

Top Crowley/Bottom Az: Sweet Things, Find Me Somebody to Love. And on my other account: In for a Penny, In for a Pound (again, heed the tags)

Switches (Versatile is probably a more accurate word): Play for Me the Music of Your Heart (although it's slightly Top Az leaning)

Other/side: Figuring It Out, (honorable mention for Curtain Call even though it's Lucifer/Crowley), Let Them Eat Cake (which is rated T/M). On the other account: When Opportunity Knocks (tags, heed, etc.)

Tagging: @hermiola, @paperclipninja, @harlotofupdog, @depraveddame, @copperplatebeech

The Unexpected Stats of Smut

Just for funsies, I went through and made a list of which of my stories had top vs. bottom dynamics—and honestly, the results surprised me. I always thought I leaned toward writing them as switches (why shouldn’t they both get to have all the fun?), and that’s definitely how I imagine them in my head.

But it turns out I’ve only actually written them that way twice. And I tend to write a lot more non-penetrative sexytimes than I realized. The things you learn about yourself through your own writing! Switches: The Allure of Desire, Temple of the Muses

Crowley top, Aziraphale bottom: Dickens Fair

Crowley bottom, Aziraphale top: Winged Awakening, Cinders Bound by Golden Crown (because Omega Crowley), Summoning Desire

Neither, as in no penetration, but other sexy acts: The Allure of Correction (although sub Crowley/ dom Aziraphale), Carmel Delight, In Love We Rise, Across the Altar of an Angel, Teach Me Your Lessons, Teach Me Your Touch, An Opportune Storm

I know some writers have a clear preference and always write these two one particular way—but for those of you who switch it up (ha!), what’s your mix? Do your smut writing stats match how you think of them in your head, or did your writing surprise you too? I’d love to hear how it shakes out for others!

Tagging @zehwulf @feraltuxedo @janara7 @littleweezel @cassieoh @moderndayklutz @on1occasionfork @gaiaseyes451 @wingsofopal @tawnyontumblr @leviosally @voluptatiscausa

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AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ::flails, sobs, rattles cage bars::

HES BACK! HES BACK! AZIRASHEEN! IM UNWELL!!

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✨manifesting✨

give me that gentle, slow, tender kiss!!

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Sfgh…fgbhjn…nkjghfd…🫠🪦

Ops I did it again...

funny thing: this edit can be 3 ship (probably more) in 1

[Title: don't stop]

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Ohmygodd just watched for the first time and it’s perfect. 10/10, no notes. 😍💅🫶

I'm uploading it here because I don't have any friends to show it to. And I tried my best to make this 🥲🤭

P.s I love Hugo Weaving 🫠

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Implicitly explicit 😍🔥

Bien au chaud

Weather prompt for the Nice&Accurate Atelier (@eefaevie) discord server also tagging @goodomensafterdark ao3 - bluesky

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::snorts tea::

Meanwhile in the South downs Cottage 🌄☕

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👇subscribed 👌

The only acceptable casting for a remake of “The Birdcage”

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So freakin’ good! Want a richly layered, achingly romantic, springy, quasi mystery? Run, don’t walk!

Night Blooms - Chapter 9 - Poppy

True to story tags: mystery, angst, fluff and feelings

Read Chapter 9 on AO3 or Start from the Beginning

Chapter Excerpt: Aziraphale had waited, the unassuming cardboard box taunting him with its hidden treasures from the tiny table in his cramped kitchen. He waited as the clock struck eight, then eight-oh-one. And eight-oh-two. And eight-oh-three. And eight-oh-four. Aziraphale was about to call Anthony and leave him a message as he tore into the package because if Anthony was going to make him wait to open the bloody thing the least he could do was manage to be punctual—

The wall phone rang and Aziraphale tripped over the legs of his dining table in his haste to answer it.

“Hello?” he breathed before the second ring had finished.

“Hi angel,” came the smugly satisfied voice from the side.

“You’re late.”

“My deepest apologies. It wasn’t my intention to keep you waiting.”

“I don’t believe that one bit.”

“’S driving you absolutely insane, innit?”

Aziraphale could practically see the sharp-toothed grin. The utter elation lighting Anthony’s face at Aziraphale’s exasperation, knowing he’d worked himself into such a state of anticipation solely because Anthony had asked.

“The box has been taunting me for days, Anthony. That I’ve not torn into it, thoroughly examined the contents, and carefully rewrapped it with the intent of reenacting my surprise whilst we speak cannot be understated as a testament of my love for you.”

“You’re a terrible liar, angel. I’d have known immediately if you’d opened it already.”

There was a beat of silence as Aziraphale glared down the line.

Somehow his expression must have reached Anthony because he laughed as if he could see Aziraphale beside him. “So, tell me. How was your day? How is the manuscript restoration coming?”

“Anthony!”

He laughed harder. “Alright, alright. Don’t get yourself into a tizzy, angel. Go ahead, open it.”

Story Summary: Early spring has always stirred both romance and nostalgia in Aziraphale Fell. So, when he stumbles upon a once-familiar, now untended garden one crisp March morning, he cannot resist exploring. One flower in particular calls to him—more vibrant, more fragrant than the rest. Drawn to its beauty, Aziraphale plucks the bloom, certain it will make the most exquisite tea. But when he drinks it, the infusion does more than delight his senses—it stirs dreams richer than reality and conjures the presence of a man who haunts them.

Read Night Blooms on AO3

A huge thanks to my amazing beta’s @leviosally, @hakunahistata, @dbacklot99, and @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon for sticking with me through this thing. Almost done!! And of course thank you to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community.

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Thanks @hermiola! Oh boy...uhm...this is tough because I rarely listen to an entire CD of anything.

Tron: Legacy soundtrack

Anjunabeats volume 14 (DJ mix)

Disclosure's Settle special edition

311 Transistor

Lenny Kravitz Greatest Hits

Emerson String Quartet's Debussy and Ravel

Idk, maybe The Black-Eyed Peas The E.N.D. that was a good one when I was younger and it's kicky for road trips.

Tagging @ajconstantine, @dawn-the-rithmatist, @notalostcausejustyet, @dat-carovieh, @indigofyrebird

road tunes tag game

Rules: You just got an old car and it doesn’t have Bluetooth. You can only buy seven cds and you can’t repeat an artist. What are you getting?

tagged by @unfuckablebogtroll - thank you!! i had fun thinking through this!

billy joel - the hits

booker t & the mgs - the best of booker t & the mgs

vampire weekend - modern vampires of the city

nick drake - five leaves left

the chicks - fly

a tribe called quest - we got it from here… thank you 4 your service

rent (original motion picture soundtrack)

literally had numbers 1 & 3 under the passenger seat of my car plus the hamilton soundtrack until the day i stopped driving (& are now in the house lol); have 2 & 5 in my big book of cds (circa 1999); number 6 was my cat’s favorite thing to listen to in the car 🩵

no pressure tags: @a-little-buggy @gaytommykinard @tiltingheartand @alchemistc @sad-girl-hours23 @atevanfool @kinardbuckleys and anyone else who wants to participate!

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Figuring it Out

Soooo...is it really a Levs fic if the chapter updates aren't horrendously late, approaching 10k, and come with a ch count bump? LOLLLL

I think there needs to be a fandom beta day where we celebrate fic betas because gaiaseyes and TybaltTrouble are my heroes. xoxo Also, you lot in the feral little gremlin server, The Serpent and the Saint, mean the world to me, thank you for all of your encouragements and kind words.

Seriously, thank you for still reading. These silly prunes finally have their date, and put the 'E' in Explicit while they're at it ; )

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A moment later the club lights dim even further, the volume of what apparently passes as music increasing as Shem—the club’s resident disc jockey—selects some bass-heavy electronic sound-soup to appease the younger crowd pressing onto the dance floor. Aziraphale looks around as the haze of a fog machine clouds the air, that faint but familiar sick-sweet scent filling his nose. A collection of Kinta lights blazes to life, throwing flickering multi-coloured beams into the smoky air.

His twenty-year younger self would have looked forward to this part of the evening; losing himself in the smoke, the humid heat, the alcohol-steeped haze, the shared experience of swaying and moving. He would’ve hardly qualified it as dancing, but it was invigorating nonetheless; that bold and rebellious form of expression shared only within the mosh of his happily inebriated fellows. It was about the camaraderie of it—the carefree confidence and celebration of the invincibility of youth.

These days, he prefers to make his way home after performances; to his comfortable wingback where a glass of wine and a good book are his welcome party. Occasionally, he’ll linger at the club for the length of a drink and pleasant conversation with the other entertainers, or allow himself to be shuttled to a smaller pub or food establishment by Anathema if he has the energy.

A quick squeeze of fingers reminds him that there’s still a hand in his. A warm whisper of air next to his ear sends a shiver spiraling over his shoulders and down his spine as Crowley leans close to be heard. A whiff of citrus, spice and cedar wood infuses his nose and he inhales deeper, breathes it into his bones.

“D’you, uhm…can I get you another drink? Or—” The words are tentative; an accommodation in the upward inflection should Aziraphale wish to stay. But he thinks he detects a bit of his own mind in them: Old, tired, and desirous of someplace quieter…perhaps more intimate.

Aziraphale turns, eyes finding Crowley’s; glittering like tiger’s eyes in the low light. He’s so very close. “—Or would I like to get out of here? Go somewhere quiet where we can enjoy our evening together?”

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I—I’m sorry—I—what did you say? I couldn’t hear over the sound of HOTTT

Julie Andrews, promoting her return to Broadway, in the stage adaptation of Victor Victoria! New York, 1995.

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���👏👏

The Birdcage (1996) dir. Mike Nichols

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Happy pride‼️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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Oh they’re precious, more please 😻

someone suggested a good omens prompt inspired by the aristocats and i know theres a lot of cats!good omens stuff out there already but im an absolute slut for cute disney romance so i went for it anyway

aziraphale is a pure bred siberian cat who lives a cozy life in a bookshop, crowley is a pure bred oriental shorthair (with deficient eye coloring) who was abandoned by his breeder and lives in the streets. they fall in love and crowley runs into the bookshop to save aziraphale from the fire, because i’m a dramatic idiot

also aziraphale’s owner is definitely gabriel and he sneaks out of the house every day to see his secret boyfriend while vehemently insisting he’d never be the partner of a gutter cat absolutely not sir

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🤣🤣🤣👏

they posted a full version lol it’s mr Stacy’s dad for me

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OMG I’M SCREAMING AND FLAILING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! Absolutely stunning, thank you!! 🙏🥹

Well well, hi! First post!! (and probably last for a long time since i don't really use tumblr that much...)

I just wanted to share an artwork inspired by @leviosally 's beautifully written "play for me the music of your heart". One of the best fics I've ever read, indeed!

This is probably my favourite moment in the fic. I hope you like the artwork, and if you haven't read the fic yet go check it out, you won't be disappointed!