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[on1occasionfork]

To Have and To Hold

A poetry-art collab with amazing artist @gahellhimself-blog for the GOetry Pillow Fight with the prompt "Cuddles" in which Aziraphale muses about his love while wrapped up at the bookshop.

Wrapped up and bound, I have found that The sound you make When you’re waking Will break my plans to do anything. 

Instead I sit,  Read a bit with Lamp lit and hand Stroking, spanned ‘cross The band of you, all sleek shine and gloss

My scaly dear Coiling here, with No fear of hurt. You are worth care, Deserve to be guarded, gift most rare. 

So take your rest.  Dream your best, love. This breast won’t yield; My flesh shields thine— I’d wield my sword to protect what’s mine.

Bound up and trapped, Fully wrapped up, Held captive by you— But we two are A group, and I’m happy here, my heart.

Thanks to @the-ineffable-dance for the poetry beta! And huge kudos to @isiaiowin for organizing the GOetry portion of the Pillow Fight over at @goodomensafterdark.

This is a riff on ya-du — a Burmese poetic form with a climbing rhyme scheme — chosen specifically because it made me think of Burmese pythons. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[stillademon]

I wish I had written that!

[crowleys-hips]

GOetry thing for this week. it's based on this artwork: Pièta by @theonevoice i hope it stabs you 🖤

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tell me if you wanna get added or removed :)

[happynachohologram]

For this week's GOetry prompt you get to enjoy my terrible handwriting, because there was no way this was happening digitally.

I awake from a dream of scorched earth,

Smouldering ashes of my former self.

Blackened, bruised, broken.

Don't ask, I have told you before

I only sauntered vaguely downwards

Thank you as ever to @isiaiowin and @goodomensafterdark for running this challenge.

[ezomind-the-other-one]

So I was thinking about Scorn and the Saint-Maker a normal amount and made this

@e-rated-beardo this is technically a fanart? Anyways the blackboard scene and the art that goes with it still live rent-free in my head!

toruses <3 (link to show what the arrows on the square sides are for, or you can read the fic and learn about this the fun way!)

[beet-feet]

I'm packing because I'm moving, so of course I made this blackout poem when I found these loose sheets from my damaged copy of Good Omens. Very productive!

"His"

Just because sometimes it's hard to differentiate where the lines begin and end on blackout poetry:

Aziraphale stared at Crowley

Crowley looked away

Two eyes stared at him

Crowley was perfect, exciting, and his

[alwaysbemybae]

An angel and a demon resumed their dance at a bookshop in London this weekend

It was beyond wonderful to meet Michael Sheen and see how warm he was with so many fans

I made a little Good Omens poetry chapbook to gift to Michael. Thank you to @isiaiowin , @goodomensafterdark , and the #GOetry community for all the inspiration and support!

Shax delivered mail to all the Crowleys @aydracz

It was lovely to meet other Good Omens fans from all over! @girasolel @0xlilith @scrapheapchallenge @claudiamurachelli

[firstvisittoearth]

Home Is

There’s something I have come to understand: The essence of a home is not the place. Not cottage rooms nor gardens overgrown, Home is your smile, your laugh, your warm embrace.

Home is the way you tempt me with a treat, Your smitten golden gaze in candlelight, An ink-dark wing to shelter from the rain, A voice that whispers Angel in the night.

And so the brilliant stars return to dust, Rust blooms on garden gates, flowers decay. All earthly things just sand within the glass — This love of ours the only gold that stays.

The home I’ve found in you, sacred, divine — Our hard-won joy untouched by fleeting time.

read on ao3

for the wonderful @on1occasionfork — happy birthday, friend 💜