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[aziraphales-library]

Hello, hello! I was wondering if you could help with recommending fics that include dancing! I have read a few fics already and I love them, but I couldn’t seem to find anymore. The ones I read involves Aziraphale and Crowley not ‘dancing’ per se, but more so swaying together in a really fluffy way. If you could find more like that, I would be so grateful!

Thank you for reading, and have an amazing day/evening/night!

Hi hi! We have a #dancing tag that you will want to check out. Here are some more slow dancing fics...

Dance With Me Angel by Justanothernerdsstuff (G)

“Dance? Really Crowley? We are in the middle of the street,” Aziraphale flustered, wanting to say yes, but shocked that Crowley even asked.

“And there is music playing,” He gestured to the violinist, playing a slow song. “We should give them someone to play for,” He stopped, and Aziraphale did the same. Crowley bowed again, more dramatically this time. “So would you please, dance with me angel?” *** After dining at The Ritz, Crowley asks Aziraphale to dance.

Moon-Landing by TeaCub90 (G)

... Staring upwards as if the satellite above their heads has poisoned him somehow; as if Aziraphale took a small slice of it for himself once upon a time, a small rock smuggled away in his pocket, and found it weighing him down like heavy lead.   A picnic, and a chat about the moon.

Everytime We Touch by tickety_boo_22 (G)

After being free from Heaven and Hell, Crowley gets tired of Aziraphale looking over his shoulders for danger, and tries to walk away. After being faced with Crowley's feelings about their relationship, Aziraphale becomes determined to set things right. Luckily, both entities get asked to be part of Anathema and Newt's wedding.

i'll never be lonely by john1513 (M)

Aziraphale summons a demon to his bookshop to demand (*politely ask) a little favor of him. Was it a great idea to summon a literal demon from hell to be your friend for a bit? Maybe not. But Aziraphale has been a bit lonely lately, and he's tried everything, really. Turns out the demon he calls is less Demon and more Grumpy, Cuddly Man, but, hey. He's not complaining.

Aziraphale sells his soul in exchange for friendship, and gets more than he bargained for.

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by prongsredconvers (G)

“I’m not angry, Aziraphale” Crowley interrupted him, his tone somewhere between a sigh and a mumble “I was never angry at you. I just don’t want to have dinner with you” “But if you are not angry, then why?” Crowley slowly rocked on his feet. “Because I’m tired, angel” Aziraphale stared at him. There wasn’t irritation in his voice. Nor anger. It sounded void, emotionless. Maybe a little resigned. “Tired of what?” “Of everything” the demon replied

Or: After a fight, Aziraphale understands how much he's really hurt Crowley and tries hard to fix it. Also, Crowley finally takes care of himself.

Heart Shaped Bruises by ivoryline (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale have been hanging around the same pub since the eighties. At some point, they seem to have fallen in love.

Every Thursday at around 6 p.m., give or take a quarter hour, Crowley finds himself at a little shithole pub called Garden’s Gate. Aziraphale is also there around that time, but that’s not why Crowley goes. He couldn’t care less what Aziraphale does. No, he goes there because he’s been parking his arse in the same spot since the eighties and he thinks he might have a coronary if his boots were to ever grace another establishment’s disgusting carpet. The barkeep knows him, and probably hates him, which suits Crowley perfectly.

- Mod D

[codename-corbeau]

Always fun when you discover a dope-ass band, only to learn that they were a one album wonder from the time you were in high school 🙄 (I'm referring to Ocean is Theory here.) What I wouldn't give to have have more of that sound, between them, Anberlin, Ivoryline, Seabird.

At least Acceptance came back for a bit. Does Tooth and Nail have anything good at the moment aside from Off Road Minivan? They kinda sound like Brand New. They're neat.

[goodomensficrecommendations]

Glitter

ivoryline

Summary:

“I’m not being annoying. I am trying to atone for a murder. Or several murders, probably,” Aziraphale says hotly. The man comes to a stop and looks at Aziraphale, one sharp eyebrow arching over the rim of his sunglasses.

“Murders? Now that’s what you should’ve led with.” Aziraphale makes a grab for the clipboard but the man holds it over his head just out of reach. “What do fish have to do with murder?”

Aziraphale needs signatures for his petition and it would be great if this handsome stranger would just please sign the form

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Short and adorable!

[vonniesmoon]

08/02/20. 💕

[torao-is-law]

Did you hear me call your name? Did you hear me call Or were your thoughts just too loud Or were your thoughts just loud enough For you to miss it I thought you'd be listening A little more intently for me But I'll be here when you're ready Until then, just be still and breathe

But I was screaming I was screaming

[misssarahnade]

Day 26 A song that makes you want to fall in love No One Else by Ivoryline

“You and I will not conform to this world of lies We'll live by love We decide to build our lives with foundations in trust To live in love”

[vickyvicarious]

mrs-n-uzumaki replied to your post “I was tagged by @gentlesleaze to list ten songs  like and tag ten...”

My current music taste is PTV's Collide with the Sky album. Not sure if it's a popular taste XD

Listening to it on youtube now...

I have no clue about popular, but I like it? Less so the more screamy parts, but if it’s the occasional line I’m good with it! This is the kind of music my little sister loves actually. I might have to get her this for Christmas or something.

...yup, I like this too. :)

[redorich]

What about scars? Does Tommy have some, and if, where and what happens if the hermits see them? Is there quality bonding time with Grian/Scar/... about them, or does he not talk about it?

Showing off your scars and telling their stories can be a fun way to pass the time. They did it in Pogtopia. Quackity has a bumpy scar on his ankle that he swears is from a cat, but Tommy remembers the time Quackity had a bit too much to drink and said it was actually from an attempt at naked rollerblading.

So, when the hermits are gathered around the campfire and Ren shows them all the wicked scar he has from “wrestling an alligator” and then Scar just has to one-up him by gesturing to his own face, Tommy gets what’s happening. Eager to elicit a laugh, he pulls up a sleeve and shows them the remnants of the time he was six and thought he could fly.

He knows how these people think. They don’t want to see the scars from fighting. That’s okay, he doesn’t want to show them. They’ll look sad and awkwardly laugh if he shows them the scar from where Techno stabbed him with a fork, or where Tubbo set him on fire that one time, because even if the story is funny to him, they wouldn’t like it. So he picks scars at random, ones he can’t even remember how he got, and makes shit up for them. He’s not ashamed of the marks on his skin, and at the end of the day, he’d rather make someone else laugh than be truthful.

[aziraphales-library]

hiya! I was wondering if you could recommend any fics (written in last tense) where Aziraphale sees scars on Crowley's feet from when he walked on consecrated ground at the church?

Hello!

Here’s a few fics you might like:

As I Have Loved You by summerofspock (T)

Aziraphale takes care of Crowley's burned feet after the church scene.

Kiss It Better by KannaOphelia (T)

Might as well admit it all. Well, not all. Probably not the right moment for I love you, I've always loved you, you took my world when you walked away, my reason for not even caring that I've been damned, I've been stalking you like the creepy demon I'm supposed to be ever since, do you know you're beautiful?  "I thought you were saying we were nothing to each other, and I said things I didn't mean. I'm sorry, all right?"

There was a long moment in which Crowley stared at his hands on the steering wheel, waiting for Aziraphale to say something. Counting breaths. Six breaths. Seven, eight...

"I have first aid supplies in the bookshop. Come along now, don't dawdle, dear boy."

"Yeah. Yeah, right. Fine. If you like."

* * *

The obligatory post-Church bombing scene every Good Omens author must write. With foot-kissing.

And here’s some smutty ones:

Matching Pieces by ivoryline (E)

 The sight of the angel kneeling before him, washing Crowley's feet with what was shockingly like reverence sparked to life the ache in his chest that he had been carrying around for at least a few thousand years. He felt all at once too big for his corporation and insignificant in the weight of the moment they were in.

Easing the Pain by Blueroses_23, OKami_hu (E)

A soft but steamy 'between the scenes' scenario where Aziraphale tends to Crowley's injuries in the aftermath of the church bombing/Nazi rescue.

If you have any other recs, please leave them in the notes!

~ Mod G

[stirringstill]

I'm waiting for a feeling that would make love open my eyes remind me I'm alive

Ivoryline

[strawberrylemonz]

Innit an Adventure

An addition to the AU, lol. Instead of chat being in his head, like Techno’s, Tommy’s chat are ghosts that follow him around :)

This one is dedicated to @ivorylin for being very supportive of my first post regarding this au. This is also dedicated to @petrichormeraki for being poggers and enjoying the first part of this series, as well as inspiring it.

Part 1

Part 2 [CURRENT]

Part 3

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“Brother!!! Pog!!!”

“Big brother returns!”

“HE CALLED HIM STARCHILD, I’M GONNA SOB”

“I just woke up, what’s happening?”

“GOODBYE SBI, HELLO HERMIT GRIAN”

”HERMIT HOMIES HOURS”

“HOLY SHIT, HE’S OUR BROTHER”

“I was getting a snack, what’s up?”

“DJLFKNGON I’M GOANNA   CRYSLK”

“BEST BROTHER EVER”

“I’m on the toilet, pog”

“I have tacos :)”

“BRGB SOBBING”

“GRIAN POGGGG”

“This makes me happy you didn’t do a double flip”

“ADIOS TECHNOBRO AND WILBRO, I ONLY KNOW BIG BRO G!!!”

“Anyone else have dust in their eyes?”

“CHAOS DUO RELATED POG”

Tommy let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his eyes. Chat was going crazy at the new news and, to be honest, he couldn’t blame them. If he was in their position, he’d be freaking out alongside them. Wanting to end both the silence that filled the cavern and the nonsense Chat was saying, Tommy let out a hoarse laugh before speaking.

“Chat really likes you, G.”

A smile formed on the teen’s face as his head bounced with the hefty laugh that came from Grian, whose chest began to rumble alongside the laughter. Finally lifting his head off his brother’s chest, Tommy allowed the remaining tears in his eyes to fall as he looked to Grian’s face. Grian smiled fondly back at Tommy, wiping away the tears from his little brother’s eyes. 

“I suppose I should say hello to all of them. Is Chat similar to Techno’s voices?”

Concern flashed across Grian’s face as Tommy flinched at the mention of Technoblade. It was small, and could have been easily overlooked if Grian wasn’t watching his brother like a hawk. He made a mental note to ask about that later that night, when they were around the campfire.

“Nah, he’s just insane. Psychotic or some shit like that. I’m just really fucking cool and can see spirits and shit.”

Eyebrows from the crowd (shit, they were still there, weren’t they?) and Grian were raised as someone Stress half heartedly scolded Tommy for his language. Tommy just rolled his eyes, knowing that they only scolded him as a joke. They had all grown accustomed to his wording, and were worried when he didn’t slip in a few curses into his sentences.

“Spirits?”

“Yeah, spirits. I call em Chat most of the time, but they have different nicknames, and they all have individual names. Clara explained that it was one of the many side effects to her marking me as a ‘Starchild’ in her name. They are the spirits of the lands, from servers all around, or some shit like that. I can see them all, but they make the choice to stick with me or not.”

This was...news. Grian, who was still processing that he his baby brother was alive, sitting right in front of him, as well as the fact that Clara was real, could only stare. He wasn’t so sure how to feel about his brother being indifferent to all the spirits, but he suppose that it couldn’t be helped. Spending pretty much your entire life seeing spirits would make him indifferent to the spirits as well. 

“So, Chat is...everywhere?”

“Basically, yeah”

Grian hummed as he proceeded to greet Chat, being polite to the beings he couldn’t see. Much to the annoyance of Tommy, Chat seemed to be loving Grian even more. Maybe a bit too much.

“HE’S SO POLITE”

“How thoughtful of him”

“HELOO HI GRI A  N HWAHT’S UP BRO”

“Grian bro supremacy”

“GRIAN BRO SUPREMACY”

“HERMIT HOMIE WOOOOOO”

“BEST BRO POG”

“holY SHIT I’M IN LOV E ADKNVOD”

“THE RACCOON HAS A POG BROTHER WOOO”

“HI GRIAN HI”

“Rodent brothers??? pog?????”

“HELLOHELLOHELLOHENSLO”

“TELL HIM WE SAID HI, CHILD”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. Chat says hi, Grian. And, hey, I’m not a child, what the fuck!? I’m a big man!”

Impulse snickered as Mumbo walked over to the two brothers. Smiling down at them, he helped the two back to their feet. Grian smiled as he set a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Tommy, in turn, beamed with pride at his brother and his friends. 

“Alright, we spent enough time being emotional and shit. Let’s get going, I have more cool shit to show you guys.”

Laughter filled the cavern as Tommy fixed his hair, his booming man child I’m not a child voice being drowned out as he led them back outside. Slightly huffing. He let out a yelp as he was nearly tackled to the ground from behind. Letting out undignified noises of protest, he turned to see the smug smile of Grian, who was ruffling his hair. 

“Alright, big man, show us your land of paradise!”

Barking out a hearty laugh, Tommy ducked out from his brother’s hand before grabbing it, spinning a few times, and pulling him forward. 

“Aw, look at them!”

“Wait, so Grian has two sections now?”

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The traditional booth games in Tavern Town were fun. From balloon darts to milk bottles, to ladder climb and hoop toss, Tommy thought of it all. Unique designs decorated each booth, all holding an individual and unique look. Everything about the area was impressive.

“Where did buy get these for the games? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in the main server.”

Tommy peered over to Doc, who was inspecting the prizes neatly strung up on all the booths. There were plushies of different types of mods, some familiar, others not. They came in all types of colors and sizes, and were overall impressive. Walking up beside Doc, Tommy just shrugged his shoulders, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I didn’t buy them, I made them.”

Scar perked up, before jumping right into the conversation.

“You what? Toms, that’s impressive! I didn’t know you could sew.”

‘Fucking hell,’ Tommy thought to himself. He didn’t expect to get praise for his simple hobbies.

“Yeah, I sew. I’m actually pretty crafty, being resourceful and shit. I also knit and crochet. It’s not much, but it’s really fucking therapeutic and all that jazz.”

Before anyone else could comment, a dinging noise sounded at one of the booths. Turning to look at the cause of the commotion, they saw that Stress and Impulse had won a game together. Giving each other fist bumps, they watched as a screen popped up, giving them prize options to choose from. After receiving their prizes, they hurried over to Tommy with smiles painted on their faces.

“You bet we’re gonna win one of each plush here.”

A high pitched laughter erupted from Tommy, who was starting to enjoy his decision to hand make all the prizes in his park. Wiping away a tear of joy, the teen I’m eighteen, I’m a fucking man! You’re a child, Tommy beamed at his friends, who smiled warmly in return. Tommy’s joy seemed to increase as more booth alarms were set off, many more prizes coming off the shelves. By the time everyone was ready for the next land, they all had at least two plush toys each.

———

“This is delicious! You baked these?!”

The group was currently sitting in the seating area in the Dream SMP section of the park, more specifically, L’manburg. They had gotten pastries from the duplicate bakery that belonged to Niki. According to Tommy, it was an exact replica to the real thing. The pastries sold there were the same ones Niki sold back at L’manburg. Tommy had used the recipes and techniques that Niki had demistrated to both him and Tubbo to create the dishes.

“If you think these are good, you should taste Niki’s. I swear, her pastries were sent down from Heaven by Jesus himself. They taste fucking amazing, godly.”

Grian smiled as he nudged Tommy’s shoulder with his own. Popping another sweet cake in his mouth, Tommy quirked an eyebrow as he faced the older boy.

“You should teach me some of your hobbies, Starchild. We can do a hobby exchange.”

Tommy visibly brightened up as he wiped some frosting from around his mouth. Smiling, he nodded his head happily.

“Hell yeah! That sounds fuckin’ amazing!”

The group ate with content as they looked around their area. They had already seen the rest of the Dream server lands. 

“It’s amazing that you’ve made all of this by yourself. You haven’t even showed us the rest of the park yet! Good job, for a child.”

“Hey! I’m not a fucking child! I’m turning 19 soon!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were an Aries.”

“What’s wrong with being an Aries?”

“Nothing is wrong with being an Aries, Tango.”

“Oh shut it, you Librarian.”

“Librarian?”

“Yeah, the worst sign.”

“First of all, kid, I’m a Gemini.”

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The rides and games in the DSMP were very diverse and unique. Tommy had really put a lot of effort and time into every attraction, no matter how small. From things as small as a scavenger hunt through the Badlands, water themed adventures in El Rapids, to fast paced coasters in L’manburg.

“Scoot over, bandit child, I’m sharing this ride vehicle with you.”

“What the fuck, man?”

“Oh, don’t act surprised. I know you made it to where two people share a seat just so you can spend quality time with your brother.”

“Oh, fuck off, I didn’t even know you were my brother until an hour and a half ago.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The first ride the group decided to board was dubbed A Home. Entering a little shack, everyone boarded their ride vehicles and waited for the ride to begin. While they waited for the vehicles to move, Tommy explained how he managed to use the latest mods that were added to the server to his advantage. He managed to fit different tracks to different rides in the same builds, as well as add animatronics. Just as he was about to receive yet another wave of praise, the ride began.

“It’s like looking at a younger version of you!”

“That’s kinda the point, genius.”

Grian’s statement, as obvious as it was, was true. As the vehicles left the shack and entered the caravan, and animatronic Tommy, merely 16 years of age, welcomed the riders as they witnessed the beginning of a new home, L’manburg. They kept comments to themselves when they saw, yet again, the replica of Tommy’s old base. The ride track took them through different areas of the DSMP, following the young Tommy as he searched for a home.

“-the citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit!!!”

“What?!”

“What does he mean revoked?!”

Before Tommy could reply, the vehicles lurched backwards, keeping the vehicles facing the stage at all times as the animatronics turned to take aim at the riders. It wasn’t until the red stone to the dirt entrance revealed the entry way to Pogtopia that the vehicles did a 180, moving forward into the entry way before going down the spiral steps into the ravine. Laughter filled the air as the group saw animatronics of Tommy, Wilbur and Techno conversing together, joking around and teasing each other. Suddenly, the ride vehicles fell down to the next part of the track, the prime path. As they raced through the tunnel, they witnessed an animatronic Tommy and Tubbo embracing and conversing, their cheerful voices free from worry. The group could only sit in awe as the scenes continued to change.

“-goodbye, Tommy.”

“What does he mean goodbye?!”

“Oh my fucking god, shut up!”

The vehicles suddenly raced through the Nether, coming out to an island far from DSMP. The sign at the entrance of the area welcomed the group to Logstedshire. There, they could see an unhappy Tommy staring out towards the ocean, listening to Chirp as he mumbled nonsense to Clara. And just as quickly as they came, they raced out of the sunny area and into the snow. They raced around the inside of Techno’s cottage before racing outside, towards an empty area. There, an animatronic Tommy yelled out in shock as an animatronic Technoblade pressed a button, turning around as a secret lair was revealed.

“Welcome home, Theseus!”

For the final time, the scene changed. They entered, backwards, into a portal, coming out to face a replica of the spawn to Hermitcraft. There, in wonderous glory, stood an animatronic Xisuma, welcoming the group to Hermitcraft. Then, the track dropped, leaving the riders back at the entrance to the ride.

“Holy shit.”

“Haha! Holy shit is right!”

———

The group quickly learned that Tommy spared no expense in all his attractions. As they explored the different lands, they really saw the individuality of every land. L’manburg had fun rides, including Nation’s Legacy, Blood’s Ballad, Wither’s Wrath, and Creator’s Cabin. Nation’s Legacy is an underground ride that worked like a turntable to tell the history of L’manburg, ending on a grim and looming hint to the possible destruction of the nation. When asked about the fate of L’manburg, Tommy admitted that he appeared in Hermitcraft before he could witness the possible doomsday, so he wasn’t entirely sure what had occured afterwards.

Blood’s Ballad is an interactive ride that used a special red stone technique. The ride vehicles could seat up eight passengers at a time, each using special gloves that allow them to interact with the special ride elements. The goal is to get the most points out of everyone in the ride vehicle. The ride took the group on a journey with Technoblade, the Blood God. The group racked up points training alongside him, as well as fighting all sorts of mobs. By the end of the ride, Tommy was sulking as Stress managed to gather the most points. Stress was enjoying the victory, smiling happily as “SUBSCRIBE TO TECHNOBLADE” boomed through the speakers. 

Wither’s Wrath was more of a small scale ride to enjoy. There were only three ride vehicles, each shaped like a wither and able to hold three riders. Each rider sat in a wither skull. Grian smiled as he pulled Mumbo and Tommy into a a wither vehicle with him. As they strapped in, they were transported to a virtual world where the rules of the game were shared. The goal was to cause the most destruction in the virtual world than the other vehicles. Each player controlled their own skull, making it easier to gather points. At least, that was the case for-

“Fuck yeah! Team Kickass all the way! Check it Grian, Mumbo, we’re badass!”

Creator’s Cabin was simple enough. It was just a large cabin that held enchanted portraits of everyone who resided in the DSMP. The portraits could move within their frames. They could also interact with each other. When the group walked in, the portraits were chatting away with each other. Sam’s portrait seemed to be listening in on the conversation that the portraits of Tubbo, Tommy and Purpled were having, occasionally joining in when he saw fit. Fundy was chatting away with Eret and Niki, a bright smile on his face. Ranboo was timidly peeking over at the group with Tommy and Tubbo, obviously wanting to join in. The portraits of Quackity, Sapnap and Karl were deep in conversation, while the portrait of George was asleep sitting up.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are there two portraits of Wilbur?”

“Oh, right. Grian, about Wilbur-”

“AHOY THERE! WHY DON’CHA BOARD ME SHIP AND CONQUER THE WATERS WITH ME?”

The group, aside from Tommy, jumped at the booming voice. Without hesitation, they all ran out to the water, searching for the source of the voice. There, out on the water, stood a lone animatronic. It was the animatronic of a petite woman, one with red curls dancing around as she swayed and spoke. Once more, her confident, melodic voice filled the air. 

“JOIN ME ON MY QUEST TO RIDE THE WONDROUS WAVES OF THE SEAS”

With that, she raised her right arm, hoisting a sword into the air. On cue, she began to rise as a ship emerged from the sea below her. Once it was no longer submerged, the ship rocked a few times before settling. A banner unraveled and blew in the breeze, the name of the area now visible for all to see. 

Sally de Mon’s Sea Voyage

“You like it? Creating the entrance for this ride was a fucking bastard. Kept me up all night and crap. Almost gave up completely on it.”

“It’s amazing! I was not expecting to see something like that!

“Hey, Tommy? Who’s Sally. I don’t think it was ever explained how you know her?”

“Really? I gotta fix that, then. Sally is my sister-in-law who-”

“I HAVE A SISTER-IN-LAW?!”

“Oh, shit...surprise?”

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The Badlands was a fun, interactive section of the DSMP area. The various puzzles and mazes made it fun for all the participants. The muffin stand was also a fan favorite to the hermits. 

El Rapids was a water-filled adventure. Because he wanted to play around with the word rapids, Tommy made several water-based rides and activities, his favorite being the log ride. They just seemed to be the perfect addition to the area, adding a way to cool down to balance all the water-free rides. It seemed as if Tommy had thought of every type of ride for every type of biome and scenario.

SMP Earth was another large section of the park. It also held the only other largest ride in the entire park, one that led the riders throughout the Antarctic Empire, as well as its surrounding cities and towns. The area for the empire was beautiful decorated in colors of all kind. Flowers and banners decorated the buildings and streets, brightening up the area. Classic activities, such as the sparing rings and archery, as well as the axe throws and parkour courses were set up. It all felt familiar to Grian, who couldn’t help but smile at his brother. Grabbing one of the fliers, he inspected it before shooting his brother a look of uncertainty.

“You didn’t”

“On the contrary, brother dearest, I did!”

“Did what? What did he do?”

Grian laughed as he showed the group what the flier said. It was decorated in beautiful, hand-drawn flowers. Golden lettering perfectly spelt out the message.

Floral Festival of Spring

Join us in the weeklong celebration of Spring! Enjoy the festivities with friends and family as you explore the traditions held within our grounds. Finally, enjoy the wondrous Floral Gala held on the final night of festivities. Dawn your greatest fabrics as you dance the night away, before enjoy a magnificent firework display.

Signed by his royal highness,

Prince Thomas Theseus Minecraft

“He used his full name and everything!”

“Your middle name is Theseus?”

“Your actual last name is Minecraft?”

“Did you actually write this? It’s worded and written so…formally.”

Huffing a bit, Tommy crossed his arms. Fixing his posture, he stood up, tall and proud, as he puffed out his chest. It took everyone every fiber in their bodies to not laugh at the sight of him.

“I can be very formal, thank you very much. I’m not a fucking idiot, I remember the formality lessons the teachers put me through. And I take the offense to that writing comment! Do you know how many attempts it took for me to be able to recreate the stupid fancy font used back at the empire? And another thing-”

Grian playfully hopped on Tommy’s shoulder, startling the younger brother to his usual stance. Ruffling his hair, he assured his brother with a laugh.

“Calm down, Toms. You know that we’re messing with you. You did amazingly. How many more flyers do you have? We’ll set them up in the Hub to be distributed across the main server. It’s been a while since I’ve attended a royal ball, so let’s make it grand!”

Laughing, Tommy had no choice but to agree with Grian. His smile faltered, however, once realization sunk in. The next activity for the group was the campfire. The secrets of his time at the Dream SMP that he kept for over 2 years would finally be revealed.

‘Better late than never to prepare the waterworks’, thought a very nervous Tommy.

[ngkiscool]

As promised - this week spotlight is demons! 

Starting from G to T, only the last has cw, but if I missed something, let me know and I’ll add. 

As always - for feedback, suggestion and recommendations (including self recs) comment here or DM me. Enjoy :)

Demon School by Zab43 - 1.2K, G. Focusing on Beelzebub, Satan, Ligur, Hastur and Crowley. Summary:“ Beelzebub was fed up. It was the third week of the new Demon training college and she was seriously regretting coming up with the idea.” How Hell got started with the whole ‘tempting humans into sin’ thing...

For Want of an Eric by MickyRC - 1.5K, G. Focusing on Dagon and Crowley. Summary: Somebody (cough Hastur cough) has incinerated all of Hell’s disposable demons before they can regenerate. Which means somebody else has to do their work. Which means Dagon has to spend a beautiful afternoon on (eurgh) Earth. Absolutely no one is happy about this. Not Crowley, not Dagon, and certainly not the Erics.

The Other Newton's Laws by Ghostinthehouse - 1.2K, G. First chapter focusing on Dagon and Newt, second chapter on Michael and Newt. Summary: Newton's Third Law: For every action, there is a reaction. Except this is the other Newton. Newton Pulsifer. And the "action" is pressing the Off button while Hell is trying to talk to Crowley through his El-Eck-Tronics...

In a Week by KellerProcess - 2K, G. Focusing on Hastur, Ligur and Death.  Summary: Death has Ligur. Hastur isn't going to let Death Keep him.

Lurking by ivoryline - 440 words, G. Focusing on Hastur and Ligur. Summary: Hastur and Ligur lurk outside a certain cottage in the South Downs while Hastur contemplates the apocalypse that wasn't.

The Hoverboard of Shame by CloverTheGrand - 475 words, G. Focusing on Satan, various angles and demons. Summary: After the rebels lost the war, they must travel to the trial on strange devices from the future that worked like “dunce hats”... whatever those were.

Awkward Bureaucracy by The_Bentley - 1.1K, T. Focusing on Beelzebub, Gabriel, Aziraphale and Crowley.  Summary: Gabriel and Beelzebub attempt to have a second date, much to Crowley's amusement.

pick me from the dark by Burrahobbit - 3.4K, T. Focusing on Beelzebub, Satan and Raphael. Summary: Beelzebub was not always a demon, of course .There was a time before the Fall, when they were still an Angel. Before everything changed.

Earth in Hell by FacetiousKitten - 18.K, T. Focusing on Eric the disposable demon and the Nazis ep3. Summary: What happened to Glozier, Harmony, and Kleinschmidt after the bomb fell on the church? Well, they went to Hell, of course. And who should guide them in their welcome tour? None other than our favorite disposable demon, Eric!

Hell on Earth by SalsedinePicta, Thyra279 - 6.5K, T. Focusing on Beelzebub, Artemisia Gentileschi, Crowley, Aziraphale and Dagon. cw: Canon-Typical Violence, Bits of torture mentioned but nothing graphic, Mentions of pregnancy. Summary: Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn't see why anyone else should. Evil does get bored, however, particularly during a century as dull and unadventurous as the one the humans called the Seventeenth. Sometimes even the Prince of Hell needs a break, and in 1618, after a little guidance from a certain Earth-bound demon, Beelzebub decides to break Florence. They end up sitting for a Artemisia Gentileschi, first ever female painter at the Accademia del Disegno. She is tough, brave and terrified, and determined to capture Beelzebub's likenezz whatever it takes.

Next weeks’ spotlight is open for suggestion - who would like to read about?

[peskygrian]

So more Watchers Resurrection au.

So I don't think. That Grian would let Dream... Get away with what he did... To Tommy...

I imagine after Tommy is taken by Grian, he eventually tells Grian what happened and Grian gets angry.

Like extremely angry.

So that night he sneaks into Dream SMP and the prison, appearing in the cell and well...

Beating the fuck out of Dream.

He keeps him alive though, saying that he can't kill him as much as he would like to but. He does says he'll make his life a living hell.

That they'll

Make his life a living hell.

When Sam checks on him that morning Dream is battered, bloody and bruised. There's a mark on his shoulder, the mark of a watcher.

Sam realizes that Dream has anger the gods.

And now has to pay for it.

Taglist?: @ivorylin

[oursidezine]

It’s Trans Day of Visibility!

Our Side Zine’s TDoV 2021 edition will hit the virtual stands later today with over 80 pages of new art, cosplay, and fic in the full edition. We will have a SFW option available, too.

Here’s a sneak peek at our contributors.

WRITERS

ChristocentricQueer elizabethelizabeth ivoryline Kieran Pierce LittleQueerdo (Ellison) Sata Prescott Shayz MG | 5ftjewishcactus southdownsraph Tiger Gray Waywarder Zaxal Zira Thomas

ARTISTS

Allen Hernández Anthony J.C. Fell Arato Augenblickgotter Az Dames DV Demoni Eli Elijah J Latham Garmrheim GingerHaole * Nic Hutson Oniria Creation Ronen K, Swagmancer Cosplay Sion Skitik'Art Sleepyskele snakehours Suvroc Wasleichtesart Y'lqar Yves Riba

* - Special guest joining us for TDoV.

See you here in a few hours, fellow GOOD OMENS fans! So excited to share this one with you.