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And here I've just been pouring Amaretto into my tea sometimes. I gotta get my gender game on.
my gender is either that ridiculously complicated latte order with like 17 modifications or the plain black coffee from yesterday you drink out of a plastic cup. there is no in between
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#bamf aziraphale#those angels are going to learn what rue the day means#good omens#badassaziraphaletakes
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There are currently ~2300 works in AO3 tagged with "Created Using Generative AI"
I'll be upfront with my opinion, which mirrors my opinion in regards to my field: using AI will only hasten your own obsolescence. The point of fanfiction is not to crank out fics, but rather to enjoy the hobby and communities of writing and fandom.
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Fantastic fic! Of course the Klingons would love our little killing machines.
Ship's Pride -- rated G, ~1250 words
Inspired by Tumblr! All honor to the original posters. Q'apla!
A Klingon captain, facing a lesser nemesis of his race -- tribble infestation -- discovers the elegant solution, and the only capitulation of his career.
"These creatures… repose more than any I have ever seen.”
“Do you question their value? Have you found a tribble in the medkits lately?”
“No, sir, only – I find it unusual that you should allow her to repose across your lap.”
“It is oddly calming. It approximates a state of meditation, like a less strenuous form of mok’bara.”
“She is making a strange noise.”
“That is part of the calming effect. It is generated by rubbing behind the ears, thusly. Which is also calming.”
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This is officially my headcanon now.
My kitten tried to kill my stuffed tribble. My roommate remarked that my tribble killing cat would make a great Klingon pet… and she’s right.
Imagine a Klingon ship having a cat that protects them from tribbles & vermin. They have to get the cat from a shelter run by humans and they’re like “This is the honorable Mr. Chonks”.
“Yes, our ship also has an earth feline. Her name is Carrot and she fights like a warrior.”
There’s absolutely a Klingon out there who lost an eye to a feral cat that he then adopted.
Klingons who go “pspspspsps” to get the Ship Cat to come hang out during break.
Orange Ship Cat that gets lost in the jeffires tubes and Klingon whose sole job is to go fetch the orange cat. He acts like he hates his job but he actually really adores his feline co-worker so much.
Klingon that always hands things to the Ship Cat so it can sniff it.
Klingon that intentionally grabs boxes to enrich Ship Cat’s little life. Sometimes they get multiple boxes and the crew bets on which box will be deemed “best box” by their fluffy little warrior.
Klingon that starts his work shift saying “Qapla'!” to Ship Cat who meows in return.
Newly Minted Ship Kitten climbing up to a Klingon Captain’s shoulder with her tiny needle claws while said Captain is attempting to be intimidating on the viewscreen.
Klingon who gets a head bunt from Ship Cat and gives it a head bunt back.
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Pretty much, yeah. He knows Crowley has an, um, unique approach to plants and figures this is another one.
I know Neil has confirmed that Aziraphale didn't know Crowley was living in his car.
So I really want to know why he thought THE PLANTS were living in Crowley's car. Does he think Crowley has just taken to driving them around London with him all the time, just...because?
#Aziraphale's capacity to just not get what people are doing is legendary anyway#for all we know he asked and Crowley told him plants don't like speed either#good omens
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Yeah Edwin's awakening has been really good to watch, this babygirl will burn down the world when he really gets his head together
"i have feelings for you too" "i wasn't talking about you" SAVAGE
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The perspective here!! And all the feels (sob)
[The Fall]
If you Fall,
I'll be there to catch you.
Even if I can't stop your Descent -
If all I can do is delay the inevitable,
At least you won't be alone
when you hit the ground.
"I won't leave you on your own"
- Anthony J. Crowley, S2 Ep 5
#yeah I did think we were safe damnit#fallen Azirabirb my heart#aziracrow#with the cute dialed to 11#and now the angst too#good omens#good omens fanart#ineffable husbands
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The fact he can stop time is so central to that - did he know how before he leaned it was all going to end too soon? Or did he learn *after*? Was he trying to figure out controlling time so he could save his stars?
One thing that really gets me about the opening with angel Crowley is that he's not just excited by how beautiful his stars are, or how fun the process of creation is, or how impressed he's made Aziraphale. He’s not in it for the glory or the aesthetics. He’s actually horrified by the idea that the universe will just be "fancy wallpaper" in the future, even though Aziraphale assures him that humans will "marvel" at his creations.
What Crowley loves about his stars is their potential. He is building, essentially, a nursery. Most of the universe's stars, he explains to Aziraphale, will come pre-aged--but his are just starting out! After they're given time to grow, who knows what could happen! Good or bad, black holes or new constellations—there are so many possible futures ahead of them, and Crowley can’t wait to see what happens.
And then Aziraphale tells him that he knows what will happen: those stars will never grow up. They will never shine or burn out or implode or become anything new. They’ll be destroyed before they get the chance.
"You can't kill kids."
“Whose side are you on?” “God’s, of course!” “Same God that wants me to whack the kids?”
"People die." "They do, don't they?"
“Great pustulant mangled bollocks to the Great blasted Plan!”
"Don't test them to destruction."
"It's always too late."
"Nothing lasts forever." "No, I don't suppose it does."
This fear has been chasing Crowley since before the beginning. It’s what caused his first doubts, put the first traces of gray in his wings. He’s been raging at the futility of watching beautiful, complex things be damned or destroyed for his entire existence, and that’s why he seems to the audience and to Aziraphale to be a mess of contradictions.
He loves to follow the trends of the times, but he clings to his classic car in an era of planned obsolescence for vehicles. He lives in an ultra-modern flat, but finds his greatest comfort in the unchanging security of aziraphale’s old shop. He hates the idea of killing children, but is willing to see a child die if it preserves the rest of the universe and foils the Great Plan. He “goes too fast,” but his most unique and notable power is that he’s learned to stop time.
Crowley hates predestination. He hates divine intervention and the removal of agency. Crowley, the architect of free will, is constantly torn between his love of change and choice and potential and his terror that everything will be destroyed by an unstoppable, incomprehensible higher power. That’s his driving conflict in the way that Aziraphale’s is learning to find his own path without following Heaven’s rules, and I am fascinated to see how it resolves.
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Ankh-Morpork Dashboard Simulator
happy 40th anniversary everyone 🥳🥳
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who’s that watchman who’s kinda skrunkly
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helen.
HELEN. ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT NOBBY NOBBS.
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oh yeah
#are you gonna look at me and tell me that im WRONG?
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saw the postmaster today in his stupid gold suit. hes so hot
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i don’t get why people say this he’s the most average looking guy ever. his WIFE however
#you know that post that’s like ur at a lesbian bar and a hot older woman is smoking #and ur like. ‘can yuo put that out on me’ #yeah
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do you guys think the patrician has a secret blog
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No, but I bet his secretary is on studyblr
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are you kidding me the patrician is definitely on tumblr. brb committing treason so i can compliment his shoelaces
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peer-reviewed tags
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hot take but i kind of think the guild of assassins and thieves are problematic. like one of them you could ruin someone’s life and the other one you’re literally KILLING people. i know rich people are delusional but i can’t believe they literally think the best school for their kids is murder college.
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assassins got them
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This is a nice and accurate list
Reading a Terry Pratchett book is literally just:
Here's a funny little joke
Here's something that you can tell is a joke but don't get and will only figure out five years later
Here's a surprisingly cool fantasy concept
Here's a unique and well written simile
Here's a lil guy
Here's something that has aged depressingly well into the modern day
Here's something that has aged remarkably queer into the modern day
Here's a character that you can barely understand what he's saying
Here is the most terrifying and deeply disturbing concept you have ever heard, casually mentioned
Here is the dumbest fucking pun you've ever heard but in the best way
Here is a quote so profound that it makes you view morality and the world in a different way
Here is a plot twist that you can't tell if it's genius or stupid
Congratulations! You've finished the book! It has fundamentally changed you as a person and you will never be the same!
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Oooh this is exciting! And terrifying.
You hear that? Ineffable May is nigh! That’s right— this month long daily prompt event dedicated to Good Omens… is back. Participate using art, writing, cosplay, or any other craft at your disposal.
Ao3 Collection
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Oh boy oh boy...
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You all spying on me or what
Writing a fic when you're uninspired:
*writes half a sentence*
*checks tumblr; no updates*
*checks discord; all servers; no updates*
*goes back to doc*
*re-reads last three sentences*
*removes last half sentence written*
Hmm I want some tea ...
*makes tea*
*checks tumblr again; one new post*
*checks discord; all servers; no updates*
*checks four latest opened tabs*
*remembers an old fandom you haven't thought of in years; goes to AO3 to see if there are any good fics for it*
*opens three new fic tabs*
*remembers that you're supposed to be writing*
*writes a sentence*
I'm kinda hungry ...
*checks cupboards and fridge for snacks*
*remembers that it's ten pm and you shouldn't snack at this hour*
*remembers that you made tea; it is now cold*
*drinks cold tea*
*re-reads last three sentences*
*checks tumblr; no updates*
*checks discord; all servers; no updates*
*in desperation, checks twitter; it is a cesspool of evil so you check tumblr again; one update*
*reblog*
Hmm, I have too many tabs open ...
*opens a random tab; it is a 70K fic with 1K worth of tags that you last visited three months ago*
*reads fic*
Four hours later:
... I should go to bed.
*closes doc*
Total words written: 44
#inspiration also strikes me when I should be doing other things like work so I can eat#maybe eating is the problem#and work#hmmmm
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You're Home
@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "rushing train"
Cw: panic attack
Crowley tried to take a deep breath, but it was already too late. His chest had seized up, and his lungs wouldn’t work. The panic attack rushed him like on oncoming train, and he didn’t have time to get off the tracks.
He barely had time to crumple onto a low rock wall in the garden. Gasping for breath, he clutched at the stones as everything spiraled wildly around him.
The world blurred out, and Crowley groaned. Typical, so bloody typical. He and Aziraphale had plans.
“Why now?” He could barely even get enough breath to complain. “Okay. Okay. Calm down.”
He didn’t manage to calm down. Trembling rushed through him, and he let out a strangled scream as he thumped the wall. All he accomplished was hurting his hand.
Several failed attempts to breathe later, he slid off the wall and crumpled to the ground. He pressed back against the cold stone, solid and secure. No one was about to grab him. No one was even here.
Unless they were. What if Heaven and Hell had finally decided to attack? What if he’d picked up on it subconsciously?
Hyperventilating, Crowley twisted around. Was Hastur behind that tree? Maybe there were angels hiding on the other side of the fence. Maybe—
“Crowley?” Aziraphale called. “Where are you, my dear? We’re going to be awfully late for dinner if we don’t leave soon!”
Ohshitohshitohshit, Aziraphale was here. He was in danger.
Crowley shoved off the ground, stumbled sideways, and nearly fell over his bag of gardening tools. He pulled himself together—except for the frantic hyperventilation—and forced himself to move. “Aziraphale!”
Aziraphale, coming down the stone path, tutted are him. “There you are, you old serpent. Whatever have you been up to? Why are you breathing so hard?”
“Trying to outrun a train,” Crowley choked. He grabbed Aziraphale and shoved him behind an old oak tree.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale struggled against his panicked grip. “Goodness, whatever is the matter with you? Did you spend too much time in the sun and get delirious again?”
“Nuh.”
“You certainly seem delirious.”
“M’ not.” He was increasingly dizzy though, and he lost hold of Aziraphale. “Look. Look. It could happen, couldn’t it?”
Aziraphale’s brow furrowed. “What could?”
“The…” Crowley tried to inhale, and this time he didn’t get any air at all. “The… whatsit. Them. Blam!”
His vision fuzzed out, and he fell over.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale caught him and eased him to sit on the grass. “Dear chap, you must tell me what’s wrong. Are we in danger?”
Crowley wheezed in response.
“Are you certain we’re in danger?”
Crowley wheezed less certainly.
“Hmm.” Frowning, Aziraphale rubbed his arm and looked around. “Well, I certainly don’t see any trains. And if by ‘Them’ you mean giant ants, I shall reiterate my statement that you’ve been watching far too many horror films before bed.”
That was so insulting that Crowley almost managed to reply. But he couldn’t get enough air, not yet.
The immediate panic was starting to die down, though. The pressure on his chest eased, and he managed a labored gulp of air.
As soon as he got a little air, his mind started to clear. Which meant he immediately winced with embarrassment. “Er. Hi. Sorry. Sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry.” With a worried smile, Aziraphale took his hand and patted. “Although I do hope you feel up to explaining. Your claim that there was a train was rather alarming.”
“Sorry. Metaphorical train.” Heart still racing, Crowley leaned back against the tree and squeezed Aziraphale’s hand. “Dunno. I just…”
“Had a panic attack?” Aziraphale asked kindly.
“Nrng.”
“Was it about anything in particular?”
“Nah. Nah. I don’t think so.” He looked around nervously anyway. “I was just planting marigolds, and then wham. Couldn’t breathe, freaked out, whole nine yards.”
The frown returned to Aziraphale’s face. “We only have one yard. Granted, it is quite extensive, but…”
“Figure of speech.” He definitely didn’t have the energy to try to explain that or anything else right now. Except there was one thing he did have to explain. “Er. Angel. I don’t think I can do dinner. Sitting in a restaurant is eurgh.”
Terrific. That was a really eloquent explanation.
Aziraphale sat beside him under the tree and put an arm around his shoulders. “I understand.”
“Gosh, really?”
“Of course. If you’re having sudden feelings of dread in our very own garden, a restaurant would be intolerable.” Ducking down, Aziraphale met his gaze through the dark glasses. “I truly don’t believe there’s anything to fear, you know. You’re home and perfectly safe. There’s been no indications that either of our old sides have any interest in us.”
“Right. Right.” Gulping, Crowley tried to drag his mind around to that concept. “I’m home.”
“Yes, you are. We both are.”
Crowley took a deep breath. It came more easily this time, which was a relief. Technically, he didn’t actually need to breathe, but that didn’t matter in the throes of a panic attack.
He curled up against Aziraphale’s side and just relaxed for a while. Enjoying the cool afternoon breeze, the smell of flowers, the utter lack of anyone trying to kill them. No more oncoming metaphorical trains.
“Okay. Okay,” he said when he was sure he’d recovered. “We’ll try dinner out tomorrow, maybe. You wanna head in and we’ll cook something together for tonight?”
Aziraphale beamed at him. “That sounds so lovely.”
They helped each other up, and Crowley glanced around once more. Then, since all was well, he and Aziraphale joined hands and strolled back to the cottage together.
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Hot damn this is gorgeous
Earlier this year i participated in a fun sexy fan zine and now i can post the small comic i did for it! It has really weird colors because it’s me. Rated M. Under cut:
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It's a-Getting Closer
@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: "Rushing Train"
Fandom: Good Omens
He'd thought, when he allowed himself the blessed business of thinking at all, that it would be some sort of big deal. If Aziraphale came back.
There's be some drama to it. Some flair at least. Heavenly fanfare. The door swinging open on a gust of wind, an angel shape outlined in it.
But he was just, suddenly, standing there. Staring at some point on the far floor.
"Az-Aziraphale?" was the best he could force out around the shock. Then he furiously tried to untwist his tongue from all the words he'd wanted to scream, fling, pour over him. They fell out strangled, dissolved in dull eyes.
The angel stared into space, one heartbeat, another, too many, then turned his gaze slowly.
"I am here," he assayed, like he might need that checked for accuracy.
"Uh. Yeah. You. Are here." Crowley was helpless to do more than supply it.
The smallest nod. "Good."
More beats. He hazarded a step closer. "Angel?" Was that a flicker of response?
Someone's brain had to start working here, and it was Someone's joke it had to be his. "What are you doing here?" All the venom and rage he's imagined for this very question had detached, slid off somewhere.
"I can't stay there."
"All right. Yeah, no. Right." His feet sent him in a restless circle. "You did it then. The next go-round, Armageddon 2.0, the one Gabriel got the sack for, you fixed it. Yeah? That's why you left - "
Tiniest shake of the head. "I can't do it anymore."
Something was moving toward them. Bearing down on the small space they stood in.
"But. What. You didn't do it? It's not fixed?"
"I can't - "
He couldn't believe it had come to this, that he had to say it. "What about the world!? Gorillas, whales. Wine. Music! Everything we said. Last time." He wanted to reach out, grab him, shake him a little. But made fists instead, terrified he'd shatter.
"I can't be without you."
His feet froze in place. It was everything he wanted to hear and nothing he should be hearing. He threw out his hands. "Nonono no you can't do that, you can't, they'll do you just like Gabriel - "
"It's done."
It was a rushing train, now.
Empty eyes laid on his, a sad echo of another time, another grace. Just as everything changed, Aziraphale whispered: "Nothing lasts forever."
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