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[itsscottiesstark]

The angel in the front row

Pressed against the stage door crowd, Aziraphale waits, gripping the bouquet. When Crowley finally spots him, his smirk sharpens, eyes gleaming with something private. Fingers brush— too quick to notice, too deliberate to be accidental. A teasing remark, a fleeting wink. Just another fan, just another autograph. Nobody suspects a thing.

And yet, behind closed doors, the act drops, and whispered words turn into stolen kisses.

Small ficlet I wrote for @gribouli 's birthday with art from the astonishing @eybefioro !! Go take a look! 🩵

Huge thanks to @edit-by-riley for their beta and enthusiastic screaming 🩵

Also pspsps @shadesofecclescakes this is the one I told you about 🥰

[itsscottiesstark]

Stop it you're gonna make me cry 🥹🥹🥹 thank you 💙💙💙

Singers, rockstars and musicians

As a music lovers, I can't believe I haven't read more fics where one or both our Ineffables are musicians or rockstars. Please do add more recs in your reblogs!

Something Good And Right And Real, by foolishlovers. Rated T, 30k. P. Oct 24.

Lovely, delicate human AU where Crowley is a famous singer tired of fame and being on the road. He goes back to his hometown of Tadfield for a break, and there he finds something he thought he had lost forever. This is a story about love, about friendship, about finding a home and about happiness.

The Greater Tadfield Friends Of Music Autumn Concert by CopperBeech. Rated E, 27k. P. Oct 20.

I love how this story communicates all sorts of feelings through a fast, concise, no-nonsense  style. Crowley moves to Tadfield and joins the local orchestra. The rest is fiction. 

As always, I'm particularly partial to The Them and Warlock making appearances. And I LOVE Zingarelli!

Growing On Me, by Hermiola. Rated M, 120k. P. Jan 25.

I subscribed to this fic when it first came out and had been wanting to read it since then.

I'm SO glad I finally got to it! (Thank you Good Omens Fic Club on Discord!)

I loved it. 

Enemies to lovers, forced proximity human AU. Crowley is a rockstar in need of a lyricist. Enter erotica writer Aziraphale.

The humour throughout the story was a treat and more than once I got looks from my fellow commuters because I was giggling or snorting laughter. 

Crowley and Aziraphale's slow journey into introspection was very sweet to witness. 

I'm always partial to fictions that feature the Them and Warlock, and their characterisation here was spot on and really entertaining; I will love Hermiola's Warlock for life! 

This story was captivating, entertaining, sexy, incredibly funny, and made me want to read more whenever I had to put it down. Virtually no angst. A new classic!

[goodomensafterdark]

The GOAD Epic Goblins present - The Serpent and The Owl Volume 0 - The World I Created - Chapter 1

Thank you @quona for this gorgeous artwork!!

Chapter written by @kotias

As per the teaser video shared on Saturday on our subreddit...

We made it.

February 19th, 2024: launch date of the epic fic project.

January 19th, 2025: the publishing of the epic fic, named The Serpent and the Owl, starts.

11 months in the making. Wow.

Total amount of people who wrote or made art for this epic fic: 

69 writers and artists. 

Nice.

Total amount of people involved in the project: 

75 people, including:

35 writers

31 artists

4 creators who took on both writing and art

5 betas (+3 writers and 1 artist who took on the task)

1 podficcer

This is the first part of a series in 7 parts.

Expect a new chapter of this epic fic every Wednesday and Sunday for the next 6 months.

And I promise: there is a happy ending to this story. Just not quite yet.

When I launched this crazy idea, based on Soggy’s request on the GOAD Writers Guild subreddit, I would never have thought it would turn into this.

Hell, part of me didn’t believe the project would succeed. 

Did I wish very hard it would? Yes, of course.

Was I fully convinced it would? No. With such an endeavour, with so many people involved, and a full narration to develop with dozens of participants, I had no way of being certain of it.

And yet, look at this: it’s ready, after 11 months, to be shown to this subreddit and to the Good Omens fandom.

I cannot begin to find the right words to express how I'm feeling as well. This feels a little surreal; we managed to make something cohesive, might I even say a good story, with so many people involved.

Thank you all Epic Goblins so much for being such amazing people to work with ❤️

I have to say... seeing the first bits of conversations that we had on this project, and remembering how everyone was confused and scared at first, throwing ideas left and right and trying to even start to having something coherent and cohesive...

We're finally there, and it's beautiful and glorious and it's thanks to everyone and.... ❤️

Enormous thank you to @theravenmuse for your undying support during this entire endeavour. It took months, but hell, thank you for holding the fort when I wasn't able to, and for this gorgeous spreadsheet that helped us keep track of EVERYTHING.

My most sincere thanks to my dear lieutenants and Art General: @quona @eybefioro @whatareyou42 @gaiaseyes451 @theonewiththeshippinggoogles

You have all done amazingly to keep the teams together, to wrangle them, whether I was here or not, and working so hard to find a cohesion within each team and a narrative direction for each story that was created within the greater narration.

And of course, thank you to everybody involved.

Thank you for trusting me and for following me here. And ENORMOUS thank you to our betas, who have been phenomenal: ModernDayKlutz, DBacklot, WiblyWoblyTimeyWimey, GlitteringRock, ireallyneedmoretea, itsscottiesstark, TheGaroMask, Abaddon Sahar, cordsycords, without whom this fic would not have gotten to the quality it has reached today.

I love you all, thank you all so much for embarking in this crazy adventure with me. We’re done. And we did remarkably well. I am very honoured of having been given your trust, all of you.

I won’t lie, I've been crying from the emotion quite a bit in the last couple of months, and got very teary eyed writing this blurb. :')

Please enjoy the very first chapter to this epic fic project, starting with Volume 0: The World I Created, Ch.1: Bringing upon the Dawn

Word count: 3418 words

Tags (for the whole fic): Crowley's Name is Crawly | Crawley (Good Omens), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Space, Crowley is a Singularity, Aziraphale is an bird alien, Slow Burn, Porn With Worldbuilding, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Major character death, but… Reincarnation AU, Eventual Happy Ending, not in this part though, Inappropriate use of astronomy, Original People, Monsterfucker Aziraphale (Good Omens), Cloaca, Hemipenes, Crowley is a naga, Crowley is a Giant Snake, Star Snake, This is an epic, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Bottom Crowley (Good Omens), Top Aziraphale (Good Omens), Power Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Top Crowley (Good Omens), Oral Sex, Crowley's enemy is Life itself, War, Intercelestial War,Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Crowley is Bad at Communicating (Good Omens), Crowley is Bad at Feelings (Good Omens), Crowley is Down Bad (Good Omens)

TW/CW (for this chapter): blood, death, war

Summary:

~This story starts, as it will end, in the stars.~

Crawly is a singularity, born in the Empty and thriving in it, until the day Life settles into the universe. As that happens, she descends onto the planets in her vicinity.

Several centuries, maybe even millennia, pass; Crawly got integrated enough in the society of a planet that she (I'll go with she/her pronouns) is the long-standing Queen and main deity of that planet.

Aziraphale comes as a scientist from another planet that hers made an agreement with; thus begins their relationship. Crawly slowly comes to terms with her feelings with Aziraphale as their story evolves and their travels through the galaxy continue.

Excerpt:

Of all the places that Jala could have expected to find the Mother of All Suns, the cemetery of a remote village wasn’t her immediate thought; and yet, when she saw Her, there was no possible doubt.

A statue was standing on a pedestal, holding a sword in front of her legs. She had her eyes closed peacefully, her eternal beauty remained in her stone flesh, a lone ruby shining on her forehead like a diadem. Her hair fell like a veil from her head over her shoulders, arms and waist, circling her entirely.

Jala was certain of one thing; anybody who didn’t need her presence or believe in her would have passed this statue by without much thought, or might have just recognised the shape of the statue as an ancient former Queen of the planet. Jala however remained in awe before it for a very long time, pulled in by its magnitude.

She eventually closed the distance between them, climbing on the pedestal and rising to meet her gaze, raising a hand to stroke the stone cheek. “How long we have looked for you, my Queen,” she whispered, a tear breaking from her eye and trickling down her face. “How desperately we craved your presence.”

The statue remained lifeless between her fingers, but Jala smiled. The end was nigh.

Keep reading here!

~Kotias

[pingusomens]

Hello guys, enjoy a drawing I made for a fic written by a friend of mine @itsscottiesstark. Here's her fic, go read it, I assure you you'll fall in love with her writing style. 🐈‍⬛🎼🎻

[elenthyaolyenths]

𝐌𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 "𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧".

This post is a little bit about me ranting, but mostly about education and how to appreciate fanarts on socials. Please I'm not trying to hurt anybody, I just realised today that, maybe, there are things we artists all need to say one day, and so it's my turn.

A very kind person (Thanks again, dear.) just told me that someone was reposting my art, without even naming me, on a public group on Facebook. I reported it to the admins, but I still don't know if they will do something about this problem, or if they'll do nothing about it or if they'll simply kick me out of their group so I won't be able anymore to see what they are doing with my reposted art. So, for now, I won't cite this Public group.

So. Hello, my name is Elenthya Olyenths, a.k.a @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist on Tumblr.

And my art has been stolen. Again.

Even if there was my signature on it, and a discrete stamp with my name right in the middle of the canvas. It's... awful to see. Because this time, it's clearly not from someone who doesn't know yet the basic "share and reblog but DO NOT REPOST" rule. And it's not someone who reposted my art crediting the wrong name either because they have found my art with the wrong name, in a illegal re-post on another social.

This time, it's someone who downloaded my art pictures, reposted it in the same order, and even copy-pasted my personal explanations (about my injured wrist!!). The stealing intention is quite clear.

(and please don't tell me it's probably a bot aka a programm doing it, because we will never know but it FEELS THE SAME AWFULLY WRONG and whatever, if it's a bot, someone DO has created this bot and so we need to talk about this and teach to people how to recognise a illegal repost.)

So, please, dear Good Omens fans, and my dear fellows from other fandoms.

I just want to kindly remind you all that seeing our art reposted, even with credits, even with our signature, is very hard to live for us artists.

Please, if you see an official artist post that you like, think about using the "share" functions (reblog on tumblr, "Share" on FB and Instagram, etc...), it helps us artists to see where and how our art is appreciated. And for me it's a wonderful way to bring back motivation to me and then to draw/write even more. 𝐒𝐞𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫f𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐧-𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬! *^__^*

And about reposting art but crediting the artist with the @ (like in here @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist):

Sometimes it's quite okay... but not so great in my own personal opinion. Because it still might be misunderstood by other fans that can't always see the @ and just repost the art with the reposter wrong name on it - or whitout any name at all, which is not better.

Signatures and stamps and watermarks can help us to avoid these problems, but reposting art whitout explicit and personal agreement from the artist is still a issue and in my humble opinion it's NOT RIGHT.

Reposting, even with credits, even made by trustworthy followers, is an issue. T𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 f𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, f𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨f 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 f𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. It hurts, believe me.

And I alreay know that the current situation will bother me for several days, and it will make me struggle about my drawing schedule, and it will make me brainstorm about which huge and ugly watermarks i need to use again for avoiding such issues.

This is why I can't allow anybody else to repost my art anymore, except for a collab and only with my explicit consent.

Please. Thank you.

Have you all a happy timezone and a wonderful week.

Elen, aka Elenthya Olyenths, aka @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist

Thanks to the TNAN Discord for their amazing support and @itsscottiesstark for her kind advice on this text.

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@ineffable-hyperfixation ; @itsscottiesstark ; @moralsofanalleycatsposts

@fearandhatred ; @eybefioro ; @crowleys-bentley-and-plants ; @ashfae ; @crowleys-hips;

@paperclipninja ; @silverdphantom ; @neverlet ; @naturallyteal

@mad-aims ; @daisydimple20092 ; @seraphhiim ; @rebeccakatmauri

[captainblou]

Please forgive my terrible handwritting 🤣🤣

What a year!!!! I wrote almost every single day of 2024 and it has brought me so much joy and so many new friends!!! @elenthyaolyenths, @itsscottiesstark, @eybefioro, @crowleys-bentley-and-plants, @fearandhatred, and so many more but you 5 have been the ones who have read so much of my work and cheered me on while writing and I just want to say thank you 💛

Shout out to @hikarry who gave the prompt for my most popular fic of the year apparently 🤣💛💛

Thank you @ineffabildaddy for the template 💛

[gaiaseyes451]

Epic Goblins Present - Grief of a Dying Sun: Ch8 (Section 3 of The Serpent and The Owl)

Incredible art by @cobeeli

Chapter 8/8! Rated E

CW/TW: Angst, Mofu, Check the Tags

Summary: Aziraphale emerges as the Champion of Atlantis, trained by Gabriel and guided by Agnes to become a warrior and defend their glorious land against any threat of monsters.

Excerpt: Without thinking I darted over the edge after you. It was not a choice, it was not a decision. It is written in the stars: where I am, you appear; where you go, I follow.

The transformation began as soon as my feet left the jagged cliffs. As Atlantis crashed around us my bones broke and fused anew. The screams of your wretched countrymen rang in my ears and I roared in response. The sharp spray of the churning sea sliced at my body, exposing my scales and unfurling my wings.

You believed me a monster, and so a monster I became.

Read the more here!

Or start from Chapter 1

Or start from the very beginning of this Epic story

A huge thanks to @ireallyneedmoretea, @moderndayklutz, @wiblywoblytimeywimey754, and @itsscottiesstark for beta'ing. A massive thanks to @kotias for wrangling this entire project!

Finally, an enormous thank you to all the incredible artists and writers who lent their time and talent to this part of an enormous project. @dbacklot99, @groovynightstrawberry, @sixbynine-da, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, Mx13, and @thescholarlystrumpet - it was a pleasure to write alongside you all!

@goodomensafterdark

[ineffableword]

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

[eybefioro]

On display

A while ago me and @itsscottiesstark made a bet. I had to write like Aziraphale and not make any typos for 3 days, and in turn she would write like Crowley and make at least one typo in every message. She won, BUT I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT I ONLY WROTE 5 TYPOS DURING 3 WHOLE DAYS. Our scoreboard was 5-4. At some point she even tried to cheat, and there was one typoless message that no one caught. So really. To me this is a win. ANYWAYS here is your prize, I hope you like it angel <3

Rated E, ~2,3k words.

Summary:

In which Crowley is too tempting and Aziraphale rewards him.

Excerpt:

It all started with his hands. It wasn't Aziraphale's fault, if you looked at it in the right way. First it was the stars, and then the apple, and then the food… Always Crowley's hands offering, creating. Always his touch in everything that was beautiful and dangerous. He was beautiful and dangerous. His voice made him shiver, the grace in his movements bewitched him, his long limbs made him question how long they could spend wrapped around each other. So really, it wasn't Aziraphale's fault.

Read it on Ao3! 💛

thank you @captainblou for the beta <3 also hiiii @goodomensafterdark you don't need to meme me this time Kotias 😂

[curiouspupsicle]

I’m working on my first long Good Omens inspired fan fic (Human AU).  Crowley and Aziraphale are both long distance sailors getting ready to compete in a singlehanded, round the world race.  In an effort to keep going and be accountable, I’ve posted a proposed snippet--unedited, first draft. Let me know in the comments if it makes you want to see more. Tagging a few writers whose works have inspired me to do something so stupid brave. (@holycatsandrabbits, @pookasluagh, @klikandtuna, @missunderstoodlyrics, @bellisima-writes, @waitingtobebroken, @itsscottiesstark, @dragonfire42, @lavendermoonlitskies, @di-42) Still handling smoothly, the car gave no hint of strain as the speedometer hit 160 kph—why can’t Americans join the rest of the world? I mean it’s not like there’s any logic to it. They fuck off because they can’t stand British rule just to hang onto this archaic system of measurement, I mean…  Crowley took a deep breath and banished his brain imps before he couldn’t find his way back. Because he had been thinking something. Now what was it?  Oh. Yeah. He was boooooooooored. Transcendentally bored. If he could set his alarm and not wake up until Beaufort…  Well, technically, he could have flown.   But it wasn’t just about speed, was it? It was about reading the conditions, outwitting nature, and controlling—well, something.   Crowley was too smart to think he was in control of anything. Not really. But even smart people paddle that river in Egypt.   Nope. Driving, even at these speeds, offered none of the thrills of helming a sailboat on the open ocean with spray pouring over the bow. Shouting to your crew over the roar of the sea. Or outwitting your competition when you sensed a shift in the wind before anyone else.  He’d rather be rail meat for some twatwaffle captain in a bumfuck village regatta in the South Downs than be reduced to only driving a car the rest of his life. Not that it would ever happen. He was the best in the world—or at least, that’s what he intended to prove. But if you’re going to go, might as well do it with style. He patted the steering wheel of the sports car affectionately before slowing slightly to take his exit—Beaufort.  He loved a thrill. He wasn’t crazy.  ****************** Yanking the line from the clutch, the man rushed to the bow, avoiding the flogging mainsail. He dropped the anchor and waited for it to stop the boat's motion as it grabbed the muddy bottom.  In what seemed like only moments later, the anchor had set and the fair-haired figure congratulated himself on a job well done. He could have used the diesel engine to anchor. But there’s a satisfaction that comes with doing things the way sailors have done them for centuries. And one must not let one’s skills decline.  Why call yourself a sailor if you rely on an engine for every tricky maneuver? And, after all, Aziraphale had standards. It just wouldn’t do for him to do what most sailors would do.  He was the best in the world—or at least, that’s what he intended to prove. Again.

[itsscottiesstark]

Angel of Music - Chapter 13

(read on Ao3)

The white, harsh lights burned Crowley’s profile like fire. Completely tuning out Professor Sosanya’s voice, he let his eyes drift shut. Deep breath in, hold, deep breath out. Again. His sweaty fingers glided over the glistening keys, pleasantly cold under his touch.

The voices dimmed. The lights focused.

Crowley opened his eyes, focusing right on the violinist. The light seemed to curve around him, blurring the background in a hazy white. It reflected right off his blond curls, creating the illusion of a halo to Crowley’s tearful eyes. He had never looked more beautiful.

An encouraging smile, then an imperceptible nod.

Crowley took a deep breath and suddenly, him and Aziraphale were the only people in the room.

Art by the wonderful @mamamissy 🩵

@gaiaseyes451 @eybefioro

[aziraphales-library]

Heeeeello, hello hello!

First of all, thank you so much for this blog, the choices are endless and the organisation is magnificent, it makes my heart happy 😂❤️

Hope this isn't too much to ask, but I tried my hand at writing and would love it if you could include my fic on your list ❤️

It's based on the headcanon that Crowley helped draw Aziraphale's mustache on before the magic show and then also helped him do the knot in his bowtie. Post church scene, Aziraphale is basically unable to contain his newfound feelings for the thin dark duke.

It's called "Bingo Card" by ScottiesEvans on ao3 ❤️

You're very welcome. We do enjoy our work here.

Bingo card by ItsScottiesStark [Rated T, 7500 words]

Aziraphale was way too excited for his performance at the West End. His hands were properly shaking, and it took all he had in him to get ready without using "frivolous miracles". Thank Heavens Crowley was there, and offered to draw Aziraphale's moustache on for him.

Well, now his hands were shaking for a whole other reason. Surely, he wouldn't be able to do the perfect, well rehearsed knot in his bow-tie with those shaky hands. Surely, Crowley would have to stand extremely close to help with that.

Surely, he wasn't to blame he couldn't resist placing a kiss on the demon's lips.

-Mod AB

[katspause]

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

Thanks for the tag @eybefioro and @itsscottiesstark! My first word was BINGO. Let's see if I can find a different WIP for each letter...

"Black never goes out of style. Unlike bowties. And it looks good with my hair.”

“I’ve heard tales,” Aziraphale said quietly. “Of sirens out there, part woman, part sea creature, singing men to their watery graves.”

“Never mind. Stupid idea. Someone’d probably poke in through the window and take another photo.”

"Good. You’re very pretty, but I’m not going into your closet just to fuck you, A-zi-ra-phale.”

“Oh? Not even if they threaten the wee helpless Messiah?” He caught a glance at Aziraphale’s hands twisting themselves into perfectly-manicured knots, and softened. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

...I did! And this could almost.. almost read like a chaotic conversation. Fucking to save baby Jesus? SURE WHY NOT

Never-any-pressure tags: @angie-words, @bellisima-writes, @ineffableword, @catsteinbooks, @shades-o-grey

Your word is CATARACT, because I spent too long on this and so should you I want to see all your bits, but also because I bet you have a lot of sentences that start with "Crowley" or "Aziraphale" (or "the") so really I am a merciful god ✟

[ineffabildaddy]

12345 Writer Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc)!

thank you for tagging me @brenna, @itsscottiesstark and @voluptatiscausa! it's nice to look back on some of my fics fondly when i'm not feeling great about my writing atm. it's also been really interesting having a look at which fics of yours have made these lists!

most hits: I'm Beginning to See the Light (art by @omens-for-ophelia)

There was Crowley - the paragon of cool, the overlord of apathy, breezing easily through each and every one of their exchanges and giving no fucks while doing so; then there was the anachronistic, cloying Aziraphale, trying and failing not to live life like a Thomas Hardy protagonist, and giving many fucks indeed.

Or: Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

2. second most kudos: in your own time

Aziraphale and Crowley grew up together as next-door neighbours on Hogback Lane, classmates at the local Catholic school, and inseparable best friends. By the age of eighteen, both were hopelessly in love with the other, despite the knowledge that they were doomed to live apart, as Crowley aimed to pursue university study in London and Aziraphale committed himself to remaining in Tadfield, dedicating his life to the Church.

After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment's notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

3. third most comments: Just Up The Stairs (co-written with @foolishlovers, art by @omens-for-ophelia)

On Valentine's Day, amidst the chaos of handling work and university deadlines as a mature student, Crowley seeks solace with his neighbour Aziraphale. As they share a meal, their long-standing friendship begins to unravel, revealing hidden feelings they've harboured for six months. It's a night that could change everything.

4. fourth most bookmarks: Just Up The Stairs again!

5. fifth most words: creature of mine (art by @omens-for-ophelia)

"Dunno why, but s'not working this time. M'not resssponding to it." Crowley's eyes flickered with something entirely unreadable. "I need a warm body."

"I see."

"Can't even use my fingers properly with these bloody claws. Still, feels better to have something warm, something moving."

Aziraphale attempted to make sense of Crowley's words, his head pounding viciously. A warm body.

"Would you like me to... hold you again?"

Crowley smiled, open-mouthed and beastly. His fangs glistened in the darkness.

"Need you to fuck me, angel."

Or: Aziraphale buys Crowley a snake plant, hoping to please Crowley with the appealing smell of its flowers. Its effects on Crowley are far more extreme than Aziraphale anticipated, and it’s down to him to face them head-on.

6. Fic with the lowest word count: Flecks of Stardust

Aziraphale is never beating the doe-eyed lovey dovey allegations (a poem)

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no pressure tags: @cottagecore-raccoon @ineffable-rohese @hazel-sage @firelikestars @naromoreau <3

[elenthyaolyenths]

Full-Colour Practice & Discord Announcement

🐍🪽To my lovely followers on the Good OmensFandom!!!!🐍🪽

and here, a little test-colour pratice I did for my wrist physiotherapy. Whadda you think? (made with one of my old Red Art below the cut)

Thank you all for supporting me! We slowly approach the anniversary of my first GO publication. There is so many things I would like to do for the occasion... Will I manage everything? Wait & see!

But for now, let me introduce you to our new Discord 🐍🪽The Nice and Accurate Network🐍🪽

We are a small and friendly community, and we love and share everything about GO: fanfictions, Art, general talks, theories about season 3... We even have our own South Downs Cottage for sharing our irl hobbies or having writing/arting sprints and fun!

Come and join us! There is a few "sharing-WIPs" categories where I already feel like home, and I will probably post exclusive WIPs only there!

Bonus! my first Red Art Daily Challenge (Time completion 2 hours) from last January, versus the coloured version! I like them both, it's just a matter of taste and mood I guess. What do you think my dears?

♥Links & Tag-List below (tell me if you want to be in or out)♥

@goodomensafterdark ;

@floscrap-blog ; @demonsandpieohmy ; @amagnificentobsession ; @captainblou

@ineffable-hyperfixation ; @itsscottiesstark

@fearandhatred ; @eybefioro ; @crowleys-bentley-and-plants ; @ashfae ; @crowleys-hips;

@paperclipninja ; @silverdphantom ; @neverlet

@mad-aims ; @daisydimple20092 ; @seraphhiim ; @rebeccakatmauri

[captainblou]

Drive me to the Moon - A Good Omens AU, now complete.

To Build a Home

Summary:

After competing in a rally race for charity and claiming victory with now life partner Toni Crowley, Aziraphale, also known as The Angel, continues to surprise us with his dance exhibition Leaving the Garden, blending together classical and modern dancing. The show offers a vast variety of costumes and references in a breathtaking staging, and Aziraphale’s own closing performance steals the show entirely, leaving the audience dazzled.  Aziraphale, born Ezra Fell, offers a beautiful, sincere and harrowing ode to resilience through two hours of code breaking dancing.  Leaving the Garden is without doubt a must see on the West End stage this winter.  West End Review ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Hello my dear readers!!!

This chapter is the last one for this fic (if you're good, I might post some saucy NSFW extra scenes that I wrote, but it'll be in a few weeks)

And it's very very special.

Why? Because half of it (the entire Crowley POV at the beginning) was written by my good friend @searchingforakeythatdoesntexistand and translated by yours truly!! So, yeah. Not only does she make stunning illustrations, she's also a very skilled writer (go check her AO3, it's worth it!!!)

This chapter also comes with carefully selected musics so don't hesitate to click the footnotes (I broke my own head making them so...)

I want to thank one last time @fearandhatred, @mamamissy and @crowleys-bentley-and-plants for betaing this and cheering me up during writing!

Happy reading!

Tag list: @itsscottiesstark @moralsofanalleycatsposts @gallup24 @beerok23 @handyowlet @eybefioro @naturallyteal @sparklyshinymagpie @hellsgardener01 @goodwomanbadlady @daisygrayce @tigerowltattoos @addledmongoose @gaiaseyes451 @goodomensafterdark