The Serpent and Thistle - Chapter One

Rating: Explicit (but definitely not yet. Slow burn boi).

New fic time!! Working title is Pub Jizz, because of course it is. This is an indulgent, fluffy, slightly plotty human AU - low angst, slow burn, a bit of enemies to lovers energy. More tags to be added, but there's nothing too dire in this one. I basically just blindfolded myself, spun in a circle, and landed somewhere between Ballykissangel and Line of Duty.

I kinda started this one with the aim of illustrating it as I wrote, but as you can tell from the pic, that's not going so well… I'm working on it though...

Summary: Aziraphale is a Met officer who transfers to a small village police station. Crowley is the local publican. They don't see eye to eye.

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And, of course, thank you wonderful @paperclipninja for the epic beta-ing and support. Eternally grateful. And thank you @goodomensafterdark crew for the cheerleading and/or procrastination fodder in writer's chat! I could not manage without it!

I've been thinking about this scene a lot and how kind Crowley is to Aziraphale, being a safe harbor for Aziraphale, something heaven was supposed to be to Crowley but never was.

May today surprise and delight you.

Oh well thank you! May today surprise and delight you too!

*insert warm fuzzy feelings here*

*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose :-)

*side eyes Gaias*

I am so behind on all the things but I managed to draw some boobs to celebrate WAMEN WEEK over at @goodomensafterdark yayayay. It was very hastily done and I don't know why the dorky socks but hey, it's all practice innit. You can see the PROPER BOOB VERSION on Reddit, along with lotsa other boob content to celebrate 8008 GOAD members.

Still We Know Each Other So Well - Chapter 3

Rating: Explicit (though not for a few more chapters)

A few months ago, there was a comment on Tumblr that there are ponderings about what would happen if Aziraphale or Crowley's memory was wiped, but what if both their memories were wiped?

This is a story of that what if.

Chapter Summary: Aziraphale walked briskly until he turned into Whickber Street, where he slowed to a stroll and took a deep breath.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale walked briskly until he turned into Whickber Street, where he slowed to a stroll and took a deep breath. Friday mornings always seemed less busy than other mornings somehow; perhaps it was the springier step of otherwise weary pedestrians as they strode eagerly towards the weekend. He didn't know what it was about this particular street in Soho—the neat buildings lined up obediently and displaying the vibrantly coloured shop fronts at the bottom—but he felt he could relax and take his time.

The shopkeepers seemed particularly friendly along this stretch. The lady in the record store often waved enthusiastically at Aziraphale as he passed, while the café owner over the road would usually give him a nod or smile. He often thought that he really must take the time to try the chai latte at Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, however he felt an inexplicable aversion to the place, despite its cosy, inviting appearance.

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To my glorious beta and wrangler of my overthinking @harlotofupdog, eternal thanks wonderful musk-fish.

and thank you to all the goblins at @goodomensafterdark for just being an excellent and supportive bunch

A Little Life - Chapter 9 - Dreams & Reality

Rated: E, Words ~59k/~71k. 9/12 Chapters. Read the tags!

OMG Look at this amazing illustration @fuzzygoblin made for this chapter! I have stared at this gorgeousness for so long, and I love the three little easter eggs (angel wings, a nightingale and a Bentley symbol) she's hidden in here. *Melts* thank you so much!! <3

Chapter Excerpt (Read on AO3):

Anthony wandered, no obvious destination or intention in his direction. He stopped to pluck a gardenia blossom, freed the sweet potato vine in one of the planters that had entangled itself in a neighbouring boxwood, played with the snapdragons—gently pulling open the petals and allowing them to spring shut. In the fading light Ezra could not help but see the deepening lines around his eyes and mouth—laughs lines warring with those from frowns and scowls. Despite always having been tall and lean Anthony had never looked thin but his slender frame was beginning to hint at delicacy. The willowy, lithe limbs that had once been equal measures graceful and gangly now displayed the onset of frailty. The sharp wit and unapologetic curiosity that had once ignited his amber eyes was becoming a rare treat instead of a reliable companion.

Sparks where there had once been fire.

He had aged so far beyond his years, so unjustifiably fast.

How long until embers, and then, ashes?

The soft click of the door behind Ezra opening startled him. Adam and Evelyn stepped out onto the terrace and stood on each side of him, crossing their arms behind his back.

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Summary:

When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written in the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

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A huge thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community. And an extra special thanks to @hakunahistata and @the-literal-kj for beta'ing this story. Finally, a huge thanks to @fuzzygoblin for the song prompt that inspired this work

I have decided that I want Aziraphale to treat things going wrong in Heaven during Season 3 like Willy Wonka during the Golden Ticket Tour.

Just Imagine.

Metatron: We cannot begin the Second Coming without Jesus and they're missing. We believe the demon Crowley is behind it.

Aziraphale:

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Michael: Supreme Archangel, the demon Crowley has found a way to keep us from going down to Earth! What do you want us to do? Aziraphale:

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Uriel: Supreme Archangel! The Demon Crowley has managed to break into Heaven again and is stealing the Book of Life!

Aziraphale:

~~~~ Metatron and the Archangels: *running around, trying to shut off all the alarms that Crowley has set off by doing something brilliant and sneaky.* Aziraphale: *heart-eyes*

What’s your favourite line from good omens?

The invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale.

They’re going to the movies

A little comfort after the world almost ended

(taking bets on how long this stays up before tumblr yoinks it....)

Screen grab from Powell & Pressburgers The Small Backroom, 1949.

A peek through a bookshop's blackout curtains

^^ every day, a little bit of my brain is rotting away

A little animatic I made after brainrotting “It Only Takes a Moment” after rewatching WallE. It took two months but I DID IT

You know you're fucking up when the gal that's supposed to be THE demon, THE temptress, THE Serpen of Eden, is looking at you like this after you tell them what your God is doing