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The summer bride.

Red salvia : forever mine

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medieval AU

they used to be in the same army during the holy crusades, and became enemies when crowley’s side deserted and became traitors to the Church

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Every writing advice ever: If you’re having trouble with a scene, skip it and write a different part of the story.

Me: If I don’t write in chronological order, I will die

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ok alright how about: good omens but theyre celebrity chefs??? this au is basically just “what if you found out guy fieri and gordon ramsay are married and they have been for 11 years”

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Miss A. Z. Fell, in the style of John Singer Sargent.

Actually this one turned out to be much tighter than I wanted so I’m really wondering if it looks Sargent enough. Sprezzatura and me just never got along very well...

The main reference painting for this piece is Rose-Marie Ormond (1912). Sargent referred to the lady as “the most charming girl that ever lived.” Coming from someone as formidable as him, this remark is really something...

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A few Good Omens sketches! I love AUs, as you guys know, so… 😇

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A moment of silence for the fics you are not currently writing.

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I’m imagining just like, the most banal AU. just life. just an Aziraphale who is an insomniac and a Crowley who works the graveyard shift most days of the week so he can’t sleep except during the day, even on his days off. and their lives overlap at the launderette. and maybe it’s summer and it rains a lot and they always go at around midnight to the same Nite Owl launderette with the neon sign all lit up and the cheeky looking owl on the glass in the front window. 

they set up, always, opposite each other and there is on occasion the elderly shift manager in the middle between them on a little folding chair. he grumbles about damn kids awake at all hours and shakes his head a lot. he falls asleep most nights so it means that the music coming through the tinny speakers in the ceiling is quiet and set always to the top tunes of the 60s. Everyday by Buddy Holly and The End of the World by Skeeter Davis and I’ve Been Loving You Too Long by Otis Redding.

it starts up small at first, just some glances at the only other person doing laundry at midnight on a most unexceptional Tuesday. Aziraphale wonders about why the only other patron wears sunglasses, although, (and he’ll look up at the fluorescent lights and wince) perhaps he has a point. it’ll start with watching Crowley wrestle with a vending machine and doing a very thorough job of cursing it out for eating his coins. it’ll really start with Crowley opening the door for Aziraphale one night, as he struggles it open one-handed, arms full of a blanket in the most hideous shade of beige he can imagine. 

Aziraphale will say thanks, breathlessly, and take one of the machines for bulky-items next to Crowley’s usual spot. 

there will be might I borrow some detergent? and more let me get the door for you moments. there will be forgotten coins and the two of them looking beneath the machines for any that had fallen from previous patrons. there will be singular red socks ruining an entire set of white towels (they’re just slightly pink. pink is okay. pink suits you). there will be a fluorescent light flickering over Aziraphale’s head across the launderette and making the white of his hair look like a halo.

there will be, eventually, Times They Are A-Changing by Bob Dylan playing on the tinny speakers and the shift manager snoring in his plastic fold-up chair and Aziraphale sitting next to Crowley on the wooden bench, circles beneath his eyes and exhaustion in his shoulders. he’ll eventually lie down on the bench and Crowley will slide his denim jacket beneath his cheek, because the pink towels are still in the dryer. 

he’ll stay there all night. long past the time that the towels are dry and the laundry has been folded. he’ll stay there until the sun breaks up over the horizon and filters through the dirty windows, until Aziraphale wakes up and frets over the creases he has left in the denim jacket. 

don’t worry about it.

I am. I know you hate wrinkles.

I’ll let you make it up to me, then.

how?

by letting me buy you breakfast. 

and if the next time the shift manager sees them, back at the Nite Owl launderette on an unexceptional Tuesday with only one laundry basket between them, he decides to say nothing about it at all.

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1950′s Ineffable wives

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yin and yang

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scrumptious

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Fuck it I'm gonna make the most random AU ever with French crowley and British aziraphale in post WW2 France

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ALRIGHT HEAR ME OUT……… vampire aziraphale + university au. thats it actually. this entire au came from the idea that vampires can’t be seen in the backup cameras they have in cars nowadays and got…… really out of hand from there

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A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square

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In love ( ◜‿◝ )♡

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Aziraphale loves 10 things i hate about you cause the heroine with very high set of morals and strict parents falls for a lovable charming bad boy with long hair who is supposed to be there to seduce her but ends up falling for her and is actually a softie. there's poetry being recited at some point. story of his life.

crowley: isn’t this film a bit…pointed

aziraphale: pointed how

crowley: i mean it just seems a little too on the nose

aziraphale, deeply enjoying this: on the nose of what? 

crowley: i just mean that the characters don’t seem, you know, all that original.

aziraphale: they’re not. this is a modern adaption of the taming of the shrew. 

crowley, turning slowly to stare at him: what did you say.

aziraphale: yeah, didn’t you catch that? it’s shakespeare’s the taming of the shrew.

crowley: billy shakes owes me royalties and one day i am going to collect 

aziraphale, snickering: he always did like us, didn’t he?