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Hi.

Not to dive too deep into the details, but. Basically I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, and then I had what I can only call a little identity crisis as an author–about what I want to write and how I want to write it, and, long story short, I probably won’t be writing more for Good Omens fandom anytime soon. (I’m giving myself a year or so for a creative break, but who knows.) It got quite tiring trying to fit characters into roles or situations that they didn’t really fit in, or, when they did, they didn’t really felt the same.

I’ve removed 3 of my works from the Anonymous collection, just to not give anyone false hopes that there’s a new chapter coming soon.

I’m still in love with Good Omens (although the book more than the show, I must admit), and with the parts of the fandom I’ve interacted with, and I’m sending my eternal thanks to everyone who’d ever had anything kind to say about my fics <3

P.S.

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[whisperingwainscot]

Hi.

Not to dive too deep into the details, but. Basically I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, and then I had what I can only call a little identity crisis as an author–about what I want to write and how I want to write it, and, long story short, I probably won’t be writing more for Good Omens fandom anytime soon. (I’m giving myself a year or so for a creative break, but who knows.) It got quite tiring trying to fit characters into roles or situations that they didn’t really fit in, or, when they did, they didn’t really felt the same.

I’ve removed 3 of my works from the Anonymous collection, just to not give anyone false hopes that there’s a new chapter coming soon.

I’m still in love with Good Omens (although the book more than the show, I must admit), and with the parts of the fandom I’ve interacted with, and I’m sending my eternal thanks to everyone who’d ever had anything kind to say about my fics <3

P.S.

Keep reading

[whisperingwainscot]

Hi.

Not to dive too deep into the details, but. Basically I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, and then I had what I can only call a little identity crisis as an author--about what I want to write and how I want to write it, and, long story short, I probably won’t be writing more for Good Omens fandom anytime soon. (I’m giving myself a year or so for a creative break, but who knows.) It got quite tiring trying to fit characters into roles or situations that they didn’t really fit in, or, when they did, they didn’t really felt the same.

I’ve removed 3 of my works from the Anonymous collection, just to not give anyone false hopes that there’s a new chapter coming soon.

I’m still in love with Good Omens (although the book more than the show, I must admit), and with the parts of the fandom I’ve interacted with, and I’m sending my eternal thanks to everyone who’d ever had anything kind to say about my fics <3

P.S.

If you’d like to read more from me, just not necessarily Good Omens, I made a separate account, for the ease of tracking, for my original works. They’re... mostly smut so far. Here is the series with (explicit or implied) consent; here is a non-con one.

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Little Closer to the Edge

Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Dom Aziraphale, Sub Crowley, Light Bondage, Crowley Has Breasts, Crowley Has a Penis, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, Aziraphale is a bastard, Chastity Device, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

“Do you want to lay down?” Aziraphale asked with that sort of deceptive mildness that never failed to make Crowley shiver. Crowley considered his position, and all the possible ones. “Not now,” he said eventually. Aziraphale hummed, leaning closer to inspect, for the last time, Crowley’s arms, curled behind his back, wrists in heavy cuffs. It pushed Crowley’s chest forward just nicely. “Well, then,” the angel said, “you have one last choice for this evening.”

Read on Ao3 or here after the break!

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Little Closer to the Edge

Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Dom Aziraphale, Sub Crowley, Light Bondage, Crowley Has Breasts, Crowley Has a Penis, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, Aziraphale is a bastard, Chastity Device, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

“Do you want to lay down?” Aziraphale asked with that sort of deceptive mildness that never failed to make Crowley shiver. Crowley considered his position, and all the possible ones. “Not now,” he said eventually. Aziraphale hummed, leaning closer to inspect, for the last time, Crowley’s arms, curled behind his back, wrists in heavy cuffs. It pushed Crowley’s chest forward just nicely. “Well, then,” the angel said, “you have one last choice for this evening.”

Read on Ao3 or here after the break!

Keep reading

[whisperingwainscot]

Little Closer to the Edge

Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Dom Aziraphale, Sub Crowley, Light Bondage, Crowley Has Breasts, Crowley Has a Penis, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, Aziraphale is a bastard, Chastity Device, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

“Do you want to lay down?” Aziraphale asked with that sort of deceptive mildness that never failed to make Crowley shiver. Crowley considered his position, and all the possible ones. “Not now,” he said eventually. Aziraphale hummed, leaning closer to inspect, for the last time, Crowley’s arms, curled behind his back, wrists in heavy cuffs. It pushed Crowley’s chest forward just nicely. “Well, then,” the angel said, “you have one last choice for this evening.”

Read on Ao3 or here after the break!

“Do you want to lay down?” Aziraphale asked with that sort of deceptive mildness that never failed to make Crowley shiver.

Crowley considered his position, and all the possible ones.

“Not now,” he said eventually.

Aziraphale hummed, leaning closer to inspect, for the last time, Crowley’s arms, curled behind his back, wrists in heavy cuffs. It pushed Crowley’s chest forward just nicely. “Well, then,” the angel said, “you have one last choice for this evening.”

“Which is?..”

Aziraphale seated himself next to Crowley’s hip and smoothed down the sheets. Unlike Crowley, he was almost fully dressed. Just like Crowley, he was eager to start.

“I say, I don’t particularly care if you come tonight,” he inspected his impeccable, as always, nails, a small smile on his lips. “Nor am I planning on stopping until I’m done, which may or may not align with whenever you are. And so, I though, I’ll give you a choice between me helping you not to overwhelm yourself and, well. Not.”

Crowley narrowed his eyes. “Last time you said this, I ended up with a cock ring on me, which, by the by, better not to be what you have in mind.”

“No. No cock rings tonight.”

For some reason, it did nothing to ease Crowley’s mind. It might’ve been written all over his face, because Aziraphale sighed and dropped his hand. “If you do want to know, then I’ll tell you. But, since it seems that you’re enjoying this guessing game just as much… Let’s say I’m giving you a leeway right there.”

“You’re giving yourself a leeway to be a smug prick afterwards,” Crowley grumbled.

He didn’t ask Aziraphale to elaborate on his previous offer.

“Oh, but you love me for it.”

And, well. There wasn’t much Crowley could say about that.

***

Aziraphale clicked the padlock of the cage shut and dropped the key into his breast pocket, making sure Crowley could see it. The gesture was appreciated, the reason was not.

“I take my words back,” Crowley squirmed. “I hate guessing games.”

“Doesn’t seem like that from where I’m standing,” Aziraphale smiled and straddled Crowley’s lap. “Or sitting, rather.”

Crowley rolled his eyes—and then shut them for an entirely different reason. Aziraphale’s breath on his bare chest was warm and just a bit wet, and his nipples stood up rather embarrassingly fast, just from that.

A terrifying thought, what with all the other things Aziraphale could do to him. Would, tonight.

The anticipation was making it worse, somehow.

Crowley’s chest wasn’t precisely flat. There was some fat there, and probably other things, necessary for the body to function properly—he’d never thought of that, because the sight of blood and muscle and tissues made him queasy, and so he let his miracles do the work there, creating breasts where there were none before. He couldn’t say if they were any more or less sensitive now, although, if he was being fair with himself, he’d prefer the latter tonight, just so he had any chance to last with a clear mind.

Which was not an option anyway when Aziraphale was this determined.

His mouth on Crowley’s nipple was hot and gentle, and he didn’t use teeth; and only brushed his other nipple with his thumb. Nothing like that day, when he nearly lost himself and everything seemed to go too fast, no—if anything, it was too slow. Crowley started to sweat.

Aziraphale pushed him down when he arched up, offering more of his chest. Held him like this, sucking at his nipples—both, now, in turns. Every time he switched them, the air of the room, previously pleasantly warm, felt cold and unwelcomed on the exposed, wet skin and, against all odds, it only caused the nipples to peak even more.

Between Crowley’s legs, his cock stayed soft. The cage, a little, almost weightless thing made of plastic, held it down with the same ease Aziraphale did to the rest of his body, not giving him any space to harden, regardless of how much Crowley wanted to. Pressure started to built in his abdomen, in his balls, but there were no exit for it.

Crowley turned his face to bite at the pillows.

He didn’t scream, usually. He thought he might, tonight.

He couldn’t tell for how long had this been going on. He only knew Aziraphale’s mouth on his chest, and the cold air of the room, and, sometimes, Aziraphale’s fingers, brushing his taut nipples, gently rubbing the underside of his small breasts, where skin was already slick with sweat.

Eventually, it stopped being enough for Aziraphale. Or, perhaps, the angel simply stopped pretending to be nice. It was mostly Crowley’s job nowadays, anyway.

He scraped his teeth over Crowley’s nipple, sucking it in his heated, eager mouth. He added more pressure behind his touches—and, after that, didn’t stop. It was like a wave never receding, turning into something big, bigger. Terrifying.

Crowley whined when the angel pinched both of his nipples, pulling them away from his chest. He tried to follow the touch, because surely that was what Aziraphale wanted—but Aziraphale released him almost immediately, and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. Holding him.

Then he pulled at his nipples again.

Crowley sobbed. It hurt, almost—this too-much sensation, the effort it took for him to stay down, to fight against the instincts that his body seemed to have. Each breath made it easier, each exhale—worse.

He wasn’t aware that Aziraphale was talking until the touch almost stopped. Slowed down to an extent where it wasn’t unbearable.

“…that’s it, here we are. You’ve already had your choices tonight, so there won’t be one, don’t you worry, dear boy. But I do think you need some help, and so… ah. Here it is.”

When Aziraphale’s hands left his body entirely—hands, but not the rest of him, not the steady weight and the soothing, against all odds, presence—Crowley risked opening his eyes.

He closed them back up almost immediately.

Aziraphale kissed him between his scrunched-up eyebrows. “This’ll make it better,” he said.

But the angel was a liar, and a bastard at that.

He pulled at Crowley’s nipple, pinched it to make it, impossibly, harder.

Closed a clamp around it.

Crowley sobbed again, twisting his body to get away from the pain, the pressure. Aziraphale didn’t let him, taking hold of his shoulders, kissing him, again, between his brows, his sweating forehead.

Then he took hold of the chain connecting the clamps.

Crowley had thought that this was what he meant—a minute, an eternity before. To free one of his hands so he could hold Crowley down, pull at both of his nipples at one.

 Torture.

But, it seemed, the angel had gotten more adventurous as of late. Imaginative.

Crowley’s other nipple was left free of the clamp—but not of Aziraphale’s mouth that tried to soothe the low, insistent throb and only made it worse. He couldn’t see, didn’t want to, but he knew that Aziraphale had took the free clamp in his hand, wrapped the short chain connecting it around his fingers, and—

Crowley screamed.

Keened, he’d say, if he had any dignity left.

He couldn’t take it.

Aziraphale tugged again, and Crowley thrashed, twisted, tried to—get away, and get closer, or both, or neither; he couldn’t possibly keep enduring it: the soft, gently press of Aziraphale’s lips, the harsh tugs on the clamp.

But Aziraphale wanted him to, and so he did.

Sweating, sobbing, he collapsed on the bed, trembled under Aziraphale’s weight.

And, eventually, Aziraphale slowed down. Lifted his head from Crowley’s chest. Said, “That was ever so good, Crowley, my dear boy.”

And Crowley thought—this is how it ends. With him nearly out of his mind, shoulders aching, whole body sweating. His cock, forced soft between his trembling thighs, hurting and sore inside of the unyielding plastic cage.

When Aziraphale released the clamp and Crowley’s nipple felt like it was on fire, in ice, all at once, Crowley whimpered. Aziraphale pressed a kiss to a sore, tortured bud.

Licked it. Sucked it in.

His fingers pinched the other nipple, the one that felt cold now, and still overly sensitive; and then Aziraphale took his fingers away when it started to become too much—even for Crowley’s overwrought, tired body that has been taking everything Aziraphale wanted it to—and Crowley sighed, relaxing his shoulders and nearly melting into the bed, beneath the angel, because surely it meant—

Aziraphale closed the clamp over the free nipple. Tugged on the chain, wrapping it around his hand.

“No,” Crowley said. Wanted to scream; croaked instead. “You can’t—”

“Just say the word, my dear boy. Or don’t, and take it.”

Crowley bit the pillows again. The fabric was heavy and wet from his own saliva, his sweat.

He felt Aziraphale smile against his breast.

After that, it became too hard to feel anything but Aziraphale. The angel made sure of that.

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Part 14 of Giant Post of Completed Good Omens Human AU’s: May 2022

Thank you to all the creators who bring us so much joy AND to the readers who support the creators! <3

Also! A searchable list of all of my Good Omens human AU recs.

You can use it to find fics where Aziraphale is a librarian, or fics with Ineffable Wives, etc.

More of my Completed Good Omens Human AU Recs on Tumblr

More Good Omens recs from me here: Dannye's fic recs and

Dannye's artist recs

And here's me: Ao3 ~ DannyeChase.com ~ Linktree

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Series: (not all of these series are complete)

#RainbowRoad by @nieded rated T-E (C & A are race car drivers)

and they have escaped the weight of darkness by @whisperingwainscot (Ao3 waxing_crescent) Rated T-E (C & A are neighbors)

Disaster Dads by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) Rated T-E (Actor C and writer A are single dads)

Families Reunited by @darknessandfyre Rated G-E (C & A are childhood friends who reunite)

Good Omens Meet-Cutes by @bornonthesavage (Ao3 KiaraMGrey) Rated T-E. (Series contains unrelated fics. Part 1: Bartender C & customer A; Part 2: C & A are strangers who meet on a train; Part 3: Stripper C & birthday boy A; Parts 4 & 5: A is a religious solicitor at C's door; Part 6: Waiter C & customer A; Part 7: C & A are university students; Part 8: fast food worker C and customer A; Part 9: C & A are soul mates; Part 10: C & A are college students)

Good Omens Regency AU: The Serpent & The Flaming Sword by @worse0mens (Ao3 WorseOmens) Unrated (Lord Crowley & Lady Fell in the regency period)

Hurts So Good: A Whumptober 2021 Collection by @dietraumerei (Ao3 die_traumerei) Rated E (series contains several human AUs: Ch. 4: Ineffable wives: C & A meet while apple-picking; Ch. 5: C & A are ex-lovers; Ch. 6: C cares for A after an accident; Ch. 8 is part of the Bike Girls AU; Ch. 10: Ineffable Wives: C & A are lovers acting out a scene; Ch. 12: Ineffable Wives: A moves to C's town; Ch. 15: Ineffable Wives: C helps office worker A after someone tries to kill her)

Priest Crowley by FlashBastard Rated T-E (Priest C & congregant A)

Scissor and Ink - Good Omens Human AU by @samara-lillllly (Ao3 Samara Lilly (Amber_Rose)) Rated G-Unrated (Hairstylist C and tattoo artist A)

The Big British Wedding Bash by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon) 17,659 words, Rated E (Host C & contestant A met on a TV baking show). Sequel to The Big British Baking Bash

Single Fics:

Along the Changing Tide by @naromoreau 53,831 words, Rated E (C & A are roommates at a beach house)

A Moment by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 1657 words, Rated M (C & A are patients on an AIDS ward in the 1990's)

And so beguile thy sorrow by hapax (hapaxnym) 48,805 words, Rated T (Librarian A & patron C)

An Evening With An Angel [High School AU] by @ineffableimpression (Ao3 alex232227) (2605 words, Rated G (C & A are high school students)

Angels on High by Santillatron 30,569 words, Rated M (C & A are rock climbers)

Based on a True Story by @brightwanderer (Ao3 Atalan) 2051 words, Rated M (C & A are sex bloggers)

Belonging by @justanotherlittlequeerdo (Ao3 LittleQueerdo) 2190 words, Rated T (Librarian A & patron C)

Boyfriend Debut by snae_b 20,045 words, Rated E (C & A are porn stars)

Confessional by @stormiepassions 4713 words, Rated M (Priest A & ex-catholic C)

Convergent Evolution by AppleSeeds 22,894 words, Rated T (Genetics researcher C & linguist A)

Delectable But Not Edible by AppleSeeds 4023 words, Rated G (Lush (soap store) employee C and customer A)

don't read too much into it by @mllekurtz (Ao3 TheKnittingJedi) 97,922 words, Rated M (Ineffable wives: Publishing house editor C & proofreader A)

d'you know what seven minutes is? by @ineffablefool 1322 words, Rated G (C & A are best friends)

End of the Summer by @brokencasbutt67-writer (Ao3 brokencasbutt67) 7000 words, Rated T (Beelzebub & Gabriel are high school students at Bible Camp)

Ethical Butchery: the boneless artisan by @eunyisadoran (Ao3 Euny_Sloane) 5247 words, Rated E (Butcher Beelzebub and customer Gabriel)

Father Figure by @ChristocentricQueer 5996 words, Rated E (C & A are in an established relationship)

Gold Hands, Warm Heart by @ineffableomenshusbands (Ao3 Dashicra1) 500 words, Rated G (Ineffable wives: Queen C and miller's daughter A)

Good Neighbours, Good Cake by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon) 2403 words, Rated T (Baker C & lecturer A are neighbors)

If my dreams were ever this good by AppleSeeds 7710 words, Rated T (C & A are office co-workers)

in the quiet hours after the shipwreck by @bebrave-andbekind (Ao3 Mikaeru) 15,342 words, Rated E (College student C & librarian A)

It Burned Down, Remember? by PrincessDesire 1399 words, Rated G (C is best friends with A, who has early onset dementia)

Love Languages by @ineffablefool 4859 words, Rated T (C & A are IT co-workers)

Moonlight Serenade (Extended) by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 26,453 words, Rated E (Farmer C & pilot A during WWII)

Natural reserve by Joseph_Amadeus 7348 words, Rated M (C & A are business rivals)

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo 19,376 words, Rated M (Writer C & creative writing professor A)

Rearrangements by sheendav 60,105 words, Rated E (Bookseller A meets florist C in a park)

Reunion by snae_b 22,920 words, Rated E (Rock star C and A are ex-lovers)

Rumor Has It by @arielavader 5006 words, Rated E (Singer C is married to A)

Sanctuary by @leilakalomi 97,104 words, Rated E (A falls in love with dancer C in an AU based on The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Six Thousand Miles by Nadzieja 7055 words, Rated E (C searches for childhood friend A)

Take the Monet and Run by SilenceDogood117 44,142 words, Rated M (Ineffable wives: art thief C runs into old acquaintance A)

The Golden Lion by ineffablebadger 2347 words, Rated E (Pirate C and privateer A)

The Universe Around You by @brokencasbutt67-writer (Ao3 brokencasbutt67) 1400 words, Rated G (Beelzebub & Gabriel are high school students)

Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbour’s Ass by Epimeliad 10,413 words, Rated E (C & A are neighbors)

Transfigured So Together by @eveningstarcatcher 3000 words, Rated G (C & A go on their first date)

Unexpected by AppleSeeds 2623 words, Rated T (C & A are customers who meet at a grocery store)

Variable Speed Shaft by AppleSeeds 4494 words, Rated T (Engineer C & businessman A are co-workers)

You Are My World by AppleSeeds 35,415 words, Rated M (C & A are college students)

you know, a facebook word map? by @miss-minnelli (Ao3 miss_minnelli) 727 words, Rated G (C has a crush on his friend A)

you take my breath away by @whisperingwainscot (Ao3 waxing_crescent) 2080 words, Rated E (C (he/him) & A (she/her) are in an established relationship)

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I'm having a really hard time working on my current WIPs, because I can't seem to get in the mood, but.

But.

I've had an idea stuck in my head the last week, and it didn't go away even after I wrote it down and planned it out, and then I started writing and, well.

I'm not going to post it until I either finish the whole thing or will have 1-2 chapters left, but here's a teeny-tiny prologue to set the mood. Enjoy!

Crowley looked up at the creature standing above him, and gulped as it smiled, showing sharp white teeth.

“That was quite stupid of you,” it said. “But then again, mortals were never known for their cleverness.”

It patted him on the head when he sucked in breath through his teeth, as if he was a dog, and not a most loved one at that.

“Now,” it narrowed its eyes, “what should I do with you? I don’t appreciate having little vermin in my house, but I like them stealing even less. Has it really been that long since I’ve made an example from one of you? Ah, no, don’t you say a word. You mortals are so annoying, with all yours short lives and even shorter memories. I guess I simply have to remind you.”

“Please, sir,” Crowley tried to sound respectful, but it was hard, partly because his throat was dry from fear gripping at it, and partly because he had no respect for this creature at all. “It won’t happen again—”

“It won’t,” the creature nodded. “I’ll make sure of it. And, since you’re being polite, I’ll even be merciful.”

It giggled—a high, light sound, like a chime of thousand tiny bells.

“I will give you a chance to pay for what you stole,” it said, leaning down and grabbing Crowley’s chin. The grip of its fingers was almost too hard. “And once you’re done, you may even go back… if you can.”

Crowley swallowed. “If I can?”

“You’re not the one who’s asking questions here, now are you? Say yes, or no. I’m losing my patience.”

Crowley closed his eyes.

“Yes,” he said.

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the world

I've been all kind of sorts off lately (thanks, depression!), and this is the result

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A Moment Suspended in Time

rating: E

word count: 2214

tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Consent Issues, due to being drunk, Drunk Sex, Explicit consent given under the influence of alcohol, Alcohol, Anal Sex, Top Aziraphale (Good Omens), Bottom Crowley (Good Omens), I don't know how else to tag this, Not Beta Read, Canon - Book

When Aziraphale leaned down to put Crowley in bed, Crowley lifted his hands to clutch at the lapels of Aziraphale’s jacket. “Don’t,” he slurred. “I said—take me to bed. Not tuck me in.” Taking Crowley by the wrists, Aziraphale studied his face for a second. “Crowley, dear?” Crowley hummed, softly, and tugged Aziraphale towards him. “Could you sober up?” “Don’t want to,” Crowley murmured. “Please?”

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its me boy the new wip idea speaking to you from inside your brain listen to me boy leave the old wip we don’t need her–

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them guys from good omens

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Posting this just in time for my two year anniversary writing in this fandom! 🎉

Human AU! First time sexytimes for Aziraphale and Crowley, who are middle aged and full of nerves (but only at first). Aziraphale is a beautiful fat man with a small cock, Crowley is a charming trans masculine person with partial vaginismus. They fit together perfectly. 💕 This is 6k words of sappiness and body worship and enthusiastic sex, with lots of good communication.

Crowley is the founding member. Aziraphale's is the member.

Aziraphale was dizzy with how much he wanted to have Crowley naked in his bed, and here Crowley was, stripping down in his room while he tried to settle the slight shake in his fingers. He undid the button of his trousers and slid the zipper down. Was he moving too slow? Maybe Crowley thought he was teasing them, trying to put on a little show. The nervousness crowded his mind but he drew in a slow breath and nudged the fear away again. It would be alright. This was Crowley, watching him with so much desire he could practically feel it like honey dripping over his skin. Crowley would accept him.

Aziraphale breathed out and pushed his trousers and pants down to his thighs in one go. There was a half second of silence as Aziraphale waited in strained anticipation for Crowley to see.

"Oh, thank GOD."

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That list of wips looks fascinating 👀 I'm intrigued by pirate captain Aziraphale and excited there's another vampire fic in the works!

I'm glad!! I also actually have a quote to spare from the vampire fic, since I apparently had it in my journal:

"You used me to get out of a difficult situation," Aziraphale said, fixing his tie. "Unless those two were from your Sunday cricket club?"

Unfortunately no quotes from the pirate fic :( (which is also in much rougher shape than the other ones, alas)

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Saw a gorgeous illustration from @pinkpiggy93 and I had to do quick Draw This In Your Style. 

Please, check out @pinkpiggy93 ‘s art! I can’t describe how beautiful and magical it looks!

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wip ask game

!! I got tagged by @cheeriosandwine and it sounds fun, so let's go

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I don't really know anyone here, but consider yourself tagged if you also think this will be fun!

I usually write all my wips in one doc bc I suck at titling. I also don't have my PC with me rn, so unfortunately I can't post snippets (unless you're willing to wait a week or two) :( But here are some things that have more than 500 words already written... 👀

and all the children of pride [haunted cruise ship and secret agents]

a storm over the weald [post-apocalypse of sorts, also point to you if you got the reference]

[unnamed pirate captain!aziraphale fic which started as a 'nice trasure' rewrite/expansion and somehow morphed into something sci-fi??]

[also unnamed vampire!aziraphale fic where aziraphale misses the taste of human food (and crowley offers a solution)]

this patch of dirt (will make a fine fine home) [about meeting one's teenage crush twenty years later]

[and a bunch of wips--that i really should just compose into one comprehensible thing--about inappropriate workplace behavior (past dub-con)]

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Fuck it. I needed to post something after doing nothing but secret projects, nsfw art, and zines for months lol

Here’s a fairy prince Crowley for an in development Strange Magic AU. He is a grumpy little bastard >:3c