"The Guy in the Glas"

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About me

Dani (she/her) Adult | Multi-fandom

“For it isn't your Father or Mother or Wife, Whose judgement you have to pass, The feller whose verdict counts most in your life, Is the guy staring back from the glass.” — Peter Dale Wimbrow, 1934 (found in The Faraway Horses by Buck Brannaman)

I don’t give much weight to outside noise. I’m either my best friend or my worst enemy — but the verdict is mine.

This Blog Personal space. Non-fic posts, side notes on my writing, conversations, asks, and whatever currently occupies my head.

✍️ Currently Writing Chicago PD Criminal Minds Good Omens Supernatural The Pitt

Planned: Kaiju No. 8 | John Wick

📺 I Watch & Enjoy Crime | Medical | Fantasy series | Animes (Not everything I watch is something I write for.)

✨ Community & Influences

Kat @thatfanficstuff → Ours to protect — steady support & a reminder that community matters.

El @godjustkys → sex in the office . . . — bold creative influence; shaped how I approach intensity and emotional dynamics.

@witchygagirlwrites → Fireverse — the archive that pulled me into fandom and never really let go.

🎨 Creative Work I design my own blog headers, visual anchors, icons & dividers. ☕ Ko-Fi

📂 Blog Network

Main Writing Blog Curated SFW Writing Blog Rec Blog Art Blog (mine & others)

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How to make Linie dividers with Fotojet

I'm making this because I can't handle design tools . Then I hit a wall trying to make a line divider in a specific colour. I stubled into this "work-a-round" by accicent when I made my first cut out dividers.

This tutorial uses the free version of FotoJet.

Go to https://www.fotojet.com and choose Make a Collage

2. Click Photo Grid under Classic Collage

3. Pick the very first Layout option - the blanc canvas (auto size is 1200 x 1200 px)

4. Go to the Background side tab

5. To choose a custom colour click on the blanc circle with a cross

You can change the canvas size at the bottom. 1200 px works well for Tumblr dividers.

40 px is the minimum height you can choose here. It creates a thicker divider.

6. For colour picking you can enter a hexa code or move the small dot in the colour field and the white bar in the colour range.

7. Now click the Download tab on top of the page in the middle. You can type in a name for the file. Click Downlaod to well download.

8. This is the pop-up you'll see in the free version. Just click on Download for Free Now

9. Open the Collage dropdown and select Edit

10. Click “Yes” on the confirmation popup. You will get to the Photo Editor. In the Photo Editor, click Open and upload your downloaded base image.

11. You will automaticly start in Edit Mode. Here choose the first option under Basic Crop. Set the values under Freeform to 1200 by 10 px and you get a thin line divider.

12. Now you can download and create a thicker divider by setting the cut out value higher.

As there are plenty more editing options you can absolutly customize dividers with text, effects & overlays. Like this little fellor under here.

If you're interested in a step by step for that let me know.

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I made my first tutorial because I accidentally found a way to make custom Tumblr dividers without fighting actual design software. Don't know if anyone needs this - but here it is anyway.

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Almost There

I can see the finish line. 🐍✨

The last two chapters of this series are written. It’s strange how one little fic about an idealistic witch turned into a whole ten-chapter series.

This was the first series I ever found the courage to write. And every person who liked, commented on, or reblogged a chapter helped make the next one happen. A special thank you goes to the blogs who reblogged chapters — sometimes even more than one. 💛

Right now I have “ein lachendes und ein weinendes Auge” — part of me is happy I finished it, and part of me is sad we’re almost through. 🥹

Most of all, I hope my series ending will be more satisfying for you than the Good Omens finale. 😇😈

I’m still not entirely sure what comes next, so if there’s something you’d like to see from me next, let me know.

But first, you still get Chapter 9: “Reclaiming and Restoration” next week. 📖🕯️

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Where do we go from here?

So far every chapter in this series has explored something different on purpose 👀

🩺 Professional Performance → mutual support

🍕 Coming Down & Priorities → domestic fluff / off-duty intimacy

⚡ Heated Discussions & Break in Protocol → conflict & arguments

🚔 Hard to Swallow → case work / medical chaos

So now I’m curious:

What are you most looking forward to in the series?

Case work / investigations

Domestic fluff & off-duty time

Conflict & arguments

Mutual support / caretaking

Physical intimacy

Action & tactical situations

Other

Voting ended onMay 25

Feel free to elaborate in the tags, comments or DM’s 👀

I’m genuinely curious what people are looking forward to.

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My characters made me do it

I never planned any of this. I absolutely did not.

I wanted to write one hot little one-shot for my Warmanuary project. I picked Jack Abbot. Then I picked him a date - an adult professional who neither works with him, under him nor for him.

And because the two worked so well together, I gave them a Valentine’s Day shift. Because neither of them is the roses-and-love-poems type. 🌹🚫

And I thought that was it.

But then they got stuck in my head.

And YOU – yes, you readers – liked them too. ❤️

So I decided to give them a small series. Ten chapters max. Different POVs. Adult relationship. Professional stress. Some case work. And, naturally, sex. I was absolutely convinced these two would end up in bed at least every second chapter. 🔥

Then Chapter 3 happened.

Apparently two adults working 12-hour shifts would rather shower, decompress and sleep than rip each other’s clothes off every five minutes. 😴

Chapter 4 took wrestling. Literal wrestling. 💪

Chapter 5 went smoothly – I thought.

Then Chapter 6 handed me a concussion and suddenly Jack was very firmly not interested in fooling around with an injured partner.

And now?

I finished planning Chapter 7 and these idiots are getting DOMESTIC.

Domestic.

As in:

working out together 🏋️

going out for breakfast 🥞

discussing work boundaries

acting like responsible adults with emotional attachment issues 🙄

Excuse me? I had plans for you two. Hot plans. 🔥

But no. They insist on being respectful, caring and emotionally functional enough to communicate. Terrible behaviour from fictional characters, honestly.

And because these stubborn idiots apparently dragged the series in that direction, I finally gave in and adjusted Chapters 1, 3 and 4 so “Between Always & Never” can launch on my SFW blog too. ✨

Honestly? The fact that NSFW Chapter 4 got the least engagement of the entire series definitely helped me make that decision. 📉😂

So for everyone who enjoys these two without the explicit scenes: I’ll start posting one SFW chapter every Sunday until the side blog catches up with the main series. 📚

And for everyone who does enjoy the hot takes: Don’t worry. I’m working on it. 😏 If necessary, I’ll just write extra in-between stories for the two of them.

Also: after Chapter 7 goes live Thursday, I’ll post a poll so you all can vote on what you want more of: fluff, hurt, case work, angst or smut. 📊

And if you don’t want to wait - comments, asks and messages are always welcome.

It still feels incredibly strange to say “my readers.” I’ve never had those before. ❤️

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First request

I got my first request yesterday. 😸

And honestly? That made me ridiculously happy.

So, if you’ve ever wanted to send a request, ask about a fic, scream about a scene, or throw ideas at me: my ask box is open. 😉

If you’re unsure how to format a request, don’t worry about making it “perfect.” You can send:

a full fic idea

a single scene idea

or just a few bullet points like:

gn / fem / male reader x character

(anyone I’ve already written for is fine)

hurt/comfort / angst / drama / smut

first date / case fic / competence porn

exclusions or hard no’s

You can also include up to three:

quotes

gifs or pictures

songs or playlists

if there’s a specific mood or scene you want included.

And asks about existing fics are always welcome too -- whether it’s background info, questions, headcanons, missing scenes, or short follow-up pieces.

You can send requests anonymously. In that case, they’ll get a tracking number based on the request date -- like A05-07-2026 for the current one. 😻

(For anyone curious: the current request is officially “in development” - Building plans scanned, floor plan adjustments complete, scaffolding being placed.)

I’ll take on requests if they fit my interests and I have the time for them. Some highly specific lived experiences or identity-focused stories may also depend on whether I feel able to do them justice.

I will not write:

non-consensual or dubiously consensual content

sexual interactions involving minors

RPF (real person fiction)

Requests for dividers, headers, moodboards, or blog sets go through my Ko-fi commission form (when commissions are open).

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Reblogs in a chain now get their own notes

The reblog chain is one of the things that makes Tumblr unlike anywhere else. All the notes on reblogs are attributed to the original post, no matter which branch people actually liked or reblogged. We want to keep encouraging conversations, and give contributors the recognition they deserve. 

Soon, you'll be able to like, reblog, or reply to any part of a reblog chain, and that note will go to that reblog's author. Each reblog will have its own counts, instead of one aggregated number from every version of the post. And yes, you’ll be able to like multiple posts in one chain.

If a reblog doesn't add anything, the love flows up to the last person in the chain who did. Your post doesn't lose notes just because people spread it quietly.

Past notes will stay on the original post — we're only changing what happens from here on out. Retroactively re-attributing all of them would be... a lot.

This is just the beginning. More changes are coming as we keep building this out – stay tuned!

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I’m generally not a fan of criticizing a feature without at least trying to think through possible alternatives, so here’s a version of this idea that would make more sense to me.

Instead of splitting notes across every reblog in a way that fragments the conversation, the original post could remain the central node that accumulates the total note count and credit for the creator. That keeps attribution clear and preserves the existing structure of Tumblr’s reblog chains.

At the same time, individual reblogs could track their own likes locally. That would allow Tumblr to see which versions of a post are actually resonating — whether that’s funny commentary, thoughtful additions, or meta in the tags — without removing engagement from the original post.

Those signals could then be used to surface particularly successful reblogs within the thread (for example “most liked reblog” or similar), rather than splitting the entire note ecosystem apart.

That way the platform would still recognize when someone meaningfully contributes to a post, while keeping the creator credit and the shared note pool that Tumblr’s reblog culture is built around.

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Adding this because people in the notes are bringing up something important (and this lines up with what staff said about “giving every voice in a chain credit”):

It’s not really about whether reblogs have their own likes — it’s that OPs can lose track of their own post and stop seeing how people are engaging with it.

That’s why I think the total note count + notifications need to stay centralized on the original post, even if reblogs get their own local engagement.

That way you can give individual reblogs recognition without breaking visibility for the original creator.

Otherwise you end up with quote tweet hell where the original creator just disappears from the conversation.

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Reblogs in a chain now get their own notes

The reblog chain is one of the things that makes Tumblr unlike anywhere else. All the notes on reblogs are attributed to the original post, no matter which branch people actually liked or reblogged. We want to keep encouraging conversations, and give contributors the recognition they deserve. 

Soon, you'll be able to like, reblog, or reply to any part of a reblog chain, and that note will go to that reblog's author. Each reblog will have its own counts, instead of one aggregated number from every version of the post. And yes, you’ll be able to like multiple posts in one chain.

If a reblog doesn't add anything, the love flows up to the last person in the chain who did. Your post doesn't lose notes just because people spread it quietly.

Past notes will stay on the original post — we're only changing what happens from here on out. Retroactively re-attributing all of them would be... a lot.

This is just the beginning. More changes are coming as we keep building this out – stay tuned!

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I’m generally not a fan of criticizing a feature without at least trying to think through possible alternatives, so here’s a version of this idea that would make more sense to me.

Instead of splitting notes across every reblog in a way that fragments the conversation, the original post could remain the central node that accumulates the total note count and credit for the creator. That keeps attribution clear and preserves the existing structure of Tumblr’s reblog chains.

At the same time, individual reblogs could track their own likes locally. That would allow Tumblr to see which versions of a post are actually resonating — whether that’s funny commentary, thoughtful additions, or meta in the tags — without removing engagement from the original post.

Those signals could then be used to surface particularly successful reblogs within the thread (for example “most liked reblog” or similar), rather than splitting the entire note ecosystem apart.

That way the platform would still recognize when someone meaningfully contributes to a post, while keeping the creator credit and the shared note pool that Tumblr’s reblog culture is built around.

[fanchonmoreau]

I think some time around season one on the Pitt, maybe at the end when Dr. Robby's shema made it clear his Jewish identity was intentional and not incidental, people started talking about him as exemplifying Jewish values. The ones I heard name-checked were tikkun olam, the healing of the world, and pikuach nefesh, the preservation of life.

And after this last episode, it might be tempting to view Dr. Robby as someone who is abandoning or losing sight of those values. I'd argue it's more complicated than that, and I want to show that through pikuach nefesh specifically.

So on the surface, pikuach nefesh seems really simple. Saving a life is the most important thing. It is more important that any of the sacred commandments (mitzvot) that Jews follow. You are not just allowed to break Jewish law to save a life: you are required to do so. By this logic, Dr. Robby's showing up for his patients, making sure their care isn't compromised even in impossible circumstances, and coming to work even when he personally is in a bad place all seem like the right thing to do in fulfillment of this tradition.

Except: pikuach nefesh requires you to save your own life. In practical terms, some Jews grapple with pikuach nefesh on fast days because their own health requires them to abstain from fasting. Or consider abortion: a person is required to end a pregnancy if they are danger, which is why some Jews have taken abortion laws to court on religious liberty grounds. This part of pikuach nefesh can be harder to look at: you need to acknowledge you are vulnerable and in need of help and simultaneously capable of choosing differently and saving yourself.

For Dr. Robby, saving people is easy. That's the mitzvah he wants to do. The mitzvah he needs to do, saving his own life, that's much harder. But it's what pikuach nefesh looks like to him at this moment.

In Judaism, pikuach nefesh is the mitzvah that supercedes nearly all others. No good work truly gets done if it needs to be fulfilled and is not fulfilled. That's why we're seeing Dr. Robby's care for his colleagues start crumbling around him. He's forgotten that in saving lives, his own life actually matters and is worth saving.

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What gets me about this is that it goes far beyond a TV series or a Jewish context. I think many of us struggle to save ourselves, because it always feels like someone else needs us more.

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Warmanjuary all Mirros done

And that's it -- the last mirror fic is written and published. Puh. 🎉

When I started Warmanjuary, I definitely didn’t expect it to grow into two mini-series and become the incubator for not just one, but several new series. Apparently this project had ideas of its own. 😅

So what’s next? I’ll keep writing for Good Omens and The Pitt, and from time to time I might throw in a one-shot from another fandom if inspiration strikes.

Small tip from the author: I write these stories for myself -- but I do prioritize fandoms where the fics get reblogs and comments. So if you're tapping your fingers waiting for more of a certain fandom… tap them on the keyboard instead. ⌨️

A huge THANK YOU to everyone who followed along, reblogged, commented, and encouraged me throughout this project. 💛

Warmanjuary may be over -- but the stories definitely aren’t. 📚

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An Angel's Courtesy

“Is our witch still in the land of nod?” Aziraphale whispers worriedly.

“Dead to the world,” Crowley confirms and exits the Bentley into the dark winter night.

“A little assistance, old friend?” his companion flutters his hand helplessly towards the sleeper in the backseat.

The Bentley, ever helpful, cranks "Bohemian Rhapsody" to a volume that could wake the dead—or at minimum, one exhausted witch.

“Nnngh.” The witch stretches blinking owlishly.

“Ah, we’re here.”

“Yes, my Dear.” Both get out of the car.

Looking at the uneven pair Crowley lets them know, “I’ll be back in the morning. Give my best to Henry,” before folding himself back in the Bentley and driving away.

They move over the remnants of snow towards the bookshop.

Under the shine of the Victorian streetlamps Aziraphale unlocks the front door and turns on the lights to the melodious chime of the charm.

Turning to the witch, he points to a windowsill over a heater, where Henry lies coiled on his towel.

“Look who's been waiting.”

The witch rushes past him and stops an armlength in front of Herny swaying slightly. His tongue flickers out—a tiny black question mark—before he slithers willingly into trembling hands.

“Hey Henry. I’m back my friend.” With that he gets carefully draped over the witch’s shoulders like the world's most exclusive scarf.

Aziraphale locks the door with a satisfying click.

“Let me show you your accommodations. The spare bedroom I mean. So, you can get some sleep.”

He offers, picking up the dropped backpack.

“Yes, please.”

And so the odd procession—angel, witch, and serpent—ascends into the bookshop's warm heart.

The next morning’s sunbeams find Aziraphale in his reading chair. He looks up as the witch comes down the stairs with Henry over her shoulders.

“Good morning, my Dear. Have you slept well?”

“Good morning, Aziraphale. Yes, thank you. It’s really peaceful here. And Henry even already found his breakfast.”

“My apologies? What breakfast has Henry found?”

“Oh, just a mouse,” the witch caresses Henry’s snout.

“A mouse?? Are you sure?” He sits up painfully straight.

“Henry is.”

Aziraphale swallows and closes his eyes, mumbling something that sounds like, “Mice you may stay, if you leave my property intact and your waste outside.”

Then he looks at the serpent, “Well, thank you Henry for your...attention to my mouse problem. Please refrain from eating anymore of them though. They are guests here too.” And makes a small wave with his right hand.

The soft chime of the charm carries from the front door, alongside the soft steps of Crowley. The smell of baked goods spreads into the air.

“Morning. I thought we should do your council over breakfast. I’ve got a nice juicy mouse for Henry too.” He holds up the bag and taps one of his coat pockets.

While the serpent’s tongue flicks out on cue, the witch snorts and Aziraphale gives a small cough. “Good morning. Henry took care of his own breakfast. Apparently, my bookshop is hosting mice.”

Crowley laughs out loud, “I could have told you. But I didn’t want to offend you.”

Aziraphale gets up and states, “I’m going to start some tea.”

“Morning, Crowley. It seems now we all managed to offend your partner this morning. Henry is rather interested in your mouse though.”

“He’ll get over it—eventually,” the reply is soft and quiet. “You set the table. I’ll take Henry out the back—so he can get his second breakfast without riling my old friend up any further.” Then he extends his arm to Henry, who takes the invitation and slithers over onto it. The witch’s eyes stay on them until they’re out the backdoor.

 No sooner is the table set and the tea ready than Crowley returns. He moves over to the windowsill and puts Henry down on his towel. The witch follows, running a hand over his scales.

“They’re warm...Isn’t it cold out?” A puzzled look accompanies the inquiry.

“I would never let a serpent freeze,” he replies and heads to the table.

Once they’ve taken their seats Aziraphale serves the tea.

“Did you take the note with you?” the witch asks Crowley, reaching out a hand.

He nods, ignoring the gesture, “Of course, it might prove useful.”

The witch’s lips compress into a thin line.

“So, what is going on with you and this so-called King of the Streets of London?” Crowley asks, while the witch takes a croissant from the basket.

“I wish I knew. I’ve lived in the cottage for 15 years without any trouble. Then the fear came.”

“Ugh?” Aziraphale raises his eyebrows.

“I know...I know, it sounds silly. But it was as if fear was our new neighbour. Everybody ducking down, mistrusting others, worried over what little they had to lose.”

“When did that start?” Crowley adjusts his sunglasses.

“About two...maybe two and a half years ago.” There is a soft hiss from Henry. The witch leans down and picks him up carefully. As he coils himself up against the warmth of the witch’s belly, trembling hands stroke his smooth scales.

“The thing with the knives started only three months prior. Suddenly everyone had one and then the fights started—over everything and nothing. So, I had to do something.”

“And you came here to stop the knife fighting,” Aziraphale nods.

“And it worked! Only...he came by two days later. With his...offer...” the witch spits out. The memory of their last encounter hung unspoken in the air.

“Does he have a name besides his silly title?” Crowley prods.

“Of course—Jack Donovan. That’s his legal name. No idea how he ended up in the backroads of London.”

“So, he’s really just an ordinary Jack. And how big is Jack’s kingdom?” Crowley’s voice drips with irony.

“A handful of streets between the railway arches and a canal cut-through in the old industrial district. No one dares to go up against him there.”

“Well, I’ve seen bigger kingdoms fall.”

The witch gives him the side-eye.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale interjects. “Surely there’s no need for violence.”

“So, you think we should just ask him politely to play nice?”

“I think diplomacy is always worth a try.”

“Fine—for now.”

“We can try. He’s not powerful—just good at posturing. I wonder if he’s related to those blowfish. You know, the ones that can blow themselves up to many times their actual size.” The witch preps the croissant with bacon and cheese. The words came out braver than they felt.

Aziraphale's snort was gentle, sympathetic. Crowley's laugh held an edge of protective anger.

“So, where can we find this inflated Jack?” the demon wonders. Sipping from his tea.

The witch finishes the bite.

”Close to Joe’s garage, that’s his hideout. He makes it a point to greet newcomers in person.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard then. We invite ourselves to an audience. I wonder what the Bentley is going to play for the occasion.” He smirks.

“It is a little rude to show up unannounced. But given the note he left—appropriate.” Aziraphale nods reassuringly. “But let’s finish our meal first. No reason to rush.”

As Crowley finishes his tea, Aziraphale puts his neatly folded napkin down. The witch looks at Henry, “You should stay here where it’s warm.”

The serpent hisses and shakes his head, pressing closer to the witch's hand.

“You’re so stubborn... But you stay on me! No, excursions. It’s too cold for that.”

The foursome climbs into the running Bentley—Crowley and Aziraphale in the front seats and the witch with Henry in the back. The half hour drive through the streets is quiet except for the Queen songs coming out of the radio. It starts with “Don't Stop Me Now” followed by “Killer Queen”. As they leave the busy streets for back alleys “Princes of the Universe” echoes in the car.

Crowley stops the Bentley in a narrow passage, barely big enough for the cars driving by not to touch the parked ones. Across from them are a number of back entrances to shops and warehouses. Where the main streets were free of snow, here it still lies in dirty patches of mush. A harsh wind whips through the tight and seemingly empty alley, distributing the smell of urine. The camera under the floodlight is well hidden. The shadow figure with the glowing cigarette ember ducking behind the garage—not so much.

When the demon unfolds from the Bentley, the first lines of “We Will Rock You” blast out of the speakers:

Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise

Playing in the street

Gonna be a big man someday

Crowley chuckles and taps the car’s hood, “Thanks for the announcement.”

After he scans the area, he nods to Aziraphale. The angel opens the backdoor and extends a hand to help out the witch. Carrying Henry carefully, the witch slides out. With a little help, Henry wraps around the witch’s waist and sticks his head out of the coat’s collar.

Together they approach Joe's garage. Curtains move in the windows they pass. The air around it seems cleaner. As if London's infamous pollution can't quite touch this space. The bay doors slide up 6 feet in front of them.

A man steps out, wearing a bowler hat and a long black coat that tried very hard to look important. A red beard framed a smile that wasn’t friendly.

“What an honour to greet the infamous Crowley, the heavenly Aziraphale and my most precious witch on my doorstep.” He bows his head mockingly.

Crowley whispers something about an aura and borrowed power to Aziraphale, who raises his eyebrows. Then he shifts his position to stand slightly in front of the witch.

The garage's graffiti begins to animate and shift as Jack touches the wall. They’re displaying hidden messages for his followers. While they stay hazy scribbles for everyone else. A radio on a shelf in the garage comes to life. Cycling through stations until finding a song that seems to make the garage's tools vibrate in resonance.

“Are you done displaying the power you borrowed from every corner of this city’s rich history, Jack?”

Crowley yawns theatrically.

Jack tilts his head, “Why are you here, gentlemen?”

“To find a civil solution to your and our witch’s...neighbourhood dispute,” Aziraphale states calmly.

“A neighbourhood dispute? That is what you think this is? That...” He runs his eyes over the witch.

“...exorbitant little practitioner has messed with MY people in MY territory.”

“I think you are overstating the matter at hand. Making people see serpents, when they draw knives on one another, is just a minor magic trick. One...”

“A minor magic trick?” Jack cuts Aziraphale off. His shadow flickers. Crowley’s brows furrow.

“Do you take me for a stupid man? I know exactly how difficult precise illusions like this are. The power and knowledge they take.”

“And yet it is still just an illusion. It does not hurt...”

“Do you know who I am? I am the King of the Streets of London! The King of these very streets!” He raises his arms. Aziraphale presses his lips together and shakes his head softly.

The witch notices that Jack's shadow moves independently, stretching toward the garage's tools as if assessing weapons. While Henry rises his body beside the witch’s head.

Jack’s hands reach his ears. All the parked vehicles start to honk in perfect harmony, creating an eerie urban symphony. Flames start to flicker to life alongside his coat. The heat is melting the snow at his feet. Henry hisses and the witch takes a step back.

Crowley snaps his fingers. The horns cut off mid sound the quiet lingers until a pigeon chirps.

The demon addresses Jack, “I’ve had enough of you, King JACK Donovan. Let’s go. There’s no talking to this blowup figurehead of a man anymore.”

He stares at Jack. Aziraphale escorts the witch back to the Bentley. As the witch and Henry are safely inside, he opens the passenger door.

“Your people better stay where they are, or they will get to know real fear,” Crowley hisses. Then he turns. He and the angel fold themselves into the car simultaneously.

Another One Bites the Dust... Another One Bites the Dust...blares through the small alley as the Bentley pulls away.

All headers and dividers used in this series were created by me. Please don’t repost or reuse without permission.

Comments and asks are welcome.

↩︎ Masterlist · ← Previous · → Next (coming 24.03. around 7 pm CET)

[campfire-chronicles]

Good Omens Series - Poll results are in 👑

90 votes in three days? I’ll take that.

And you’ve spoken:

Crowley-style — subversion, manipulation, letting chaos work — won.

Which tells me two things:

You don’t want this handled politely.

You have excellent taste in trouble.

So it’s only fair I give you a glimpse of the man about to step onto the board in Chapter 3.

He calls himself the King of London’s streets.

No one else does.

His territory isn’t grand. It’s specific. Railway arches. Back entrances. The bits of the city people pass through quickly and forget on purpose.

He doesn’t rule with spectacle. He rules with pressure.

Favors. Access. Protection — all conditional. Fear, carefully maintained.

And when someone starts reducing that fear in his patch?

He doesn’t see kindness.

He sees sabotage.

Chapter 3 drops on March 10th.

You chose subversion.

Let’s see how that plays out.

Place your bets.

Screenshots created in The Sims 4. All game assets © Electronic Arts.

[nade2308]

They are so precious to me

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl

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These two just took up residence in my head. Not sure I’ll be able to evict them once my last story about them drops in a few hours.

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Of Sperpents, Magic and Wings - Poll

So, now that Chapter 2 is out and about. I've got a question for you.

How do you think they should hunt the King of the Streets of London?

Aziraphale-style — methodical investigation, research, talking

Crowley-style —subversion, manipulation, letting chaos work

Witch-style — head on, magic first, questions later

Voting ended onMar 1

(No promises I’ll obey the results — but I’m very curious what you think.)

Series Masterlist

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Will our favorite “snek” - Appologies Serpent - win the race? 👑

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Of Sperpents, Magic and Wings - Poll

So, now that Chapter 2 is out and about. I've got a question for you.

How do you think they should hunt the King of the Streets of London?

Aziraphale-style — methodical investigation, research, talking

Crowley-style —subversion, manipulation, letting chaos work

Witch-style — head on, magic first, questions later

Voting ended onMar 1

(No promises I’ll obey the results — but I’m very curious what you think.)

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Inside the Witches’ Cottage

The cottage, in winter.

I’m a little bit of a perfectionist.

When I started drafting Chapter One of Of Serpents, Magic and Wings, I realised Aziracrow would have to search the witches’ cottage. Which immediately raised the question: how does this space actually function?

I sketched a basic layout first — but I needed to test whether the furniture placement actually worked. More importantly, I needed to see how my witch lived.

Which is how I ended up building her cottage in The Sims 4. Screenshots of her living space and workroom below.

Don’t ask how many hours went into this.

Currently drafting the next chapter.

Screenshots of her living space and workroom below.

Screenshots created in The Sims 4. All game assets © Electronic Arts.