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[whiteleyfoster]

Some fic art for you on this lovely Saturday!

[smudgeandfrank]

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO MY AMAZING SECRET SANTA @whiteleyfoster 💖🎄💖 LOOOOOVE YOU!!

AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF MY AMAZING DARLINGS!!!! I love you all so much!! 💖💜💖

[gingerhaole]

Happy birthday to @whiteleyfoster! This is her fantastic OC, Song, who I fell in love with. Hopefully the world will see a lot more of Song in time.

Whiteley, I love the stuffin' outta you ❤

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Le Chastel d'Amors--Good Omens Fic

Posted last night as part of @whiteleyfoster's Write This In Your Style challenge! There's quite a number of fics there, so browse them all!

Across the centuries, Crowley comes to his favorite chateau, to watch his favorite angel at work and listen to his favorite poetry...

A centuries-long tale of devotion, pining, and love that is at once illicit and elevating, passionate and disciplined, human and transcendent... courtly love.

Read it on AO3

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“I thought I’d find you here.”

Crowley’s eyes stayed locked on the trobairitz and the crowd of men hanging on her every word. “What can I say? With entertainment like this, I barely need to lift a finger.”

A mildly annoyed tsk. “I hardly think a little flirtation even counts as wickedness.”

“Does if they’re already married.” She thought over the angel’s statement again, then snapped her head around, eyes wide, to study him. “Hang on, are you saying—”

“I’m saying that I expected you to be here because you always lurk in this corner when we come to Soifort.” The hall had changed very little in two hundred years. The tapestries were more numerous and complex, the stained-glass windows brighter, and the guests more vivacious. Aziraphale had changed even less, though his tunic hung longer and now incorporated a great deal more silk, particularly in the long flowing sleeves, and his cloak was now pinned on the right. But the most startling change was the look in his eyes. They shone merrily in the dim hall, and cast a light, a heat Crowley had only glimpsed a few times before. “Don’t expect me to do your work for you again.”

“Already done. Just taking a well-deserved break.” Crowley pushed away from the wall, circling Aziraphale, the dark train of her bliaut trailing behind her. "Or didn't you notice this entire region has fallen to heresy?”

“Oh? And I’m to believe this was your doing?” He laughed, a delightful sound echoing through the room. “My dear lady, I doubt you could even tell me what Catharism is.”

“Nkh.” Crowley seized two cups of wine from a passing servant. “I know it annoys your lot. That’s good enough for me. You come here to stop it?”

“What would you do if I had?” Aziraphale’s eyes seemed to glow ever brighter as he accepted the cup, and they stayed locked on Crowley as he drank.

“Hnnnnnh. Good question.” Circling again, just out of reach, the long trumpet sleeves of her gown carefully folded back to avoid contact. Close enough to feel the warmth the angel emanated, not close enough to touch. Never that. “Suppose I’d have to stop you. Find some way to distract you, maybe. Some… temptation.”

“Angels are above such things.” Aziraphale started to walk away, but there wasn’t even a hint of finality. Crowley followed after him.

“Are you, though? Angels are supposed to be above a lot of things. Material things.” She held up her own cup, swirling the wine, but didn’t drink any. Aziraphale’s lips were still wet with it, and she couldn’t look away from them. “Seems I’d have a lot of options.”

“But it’s the Cathars who believe material things are evil,” Aziraphale reminded her. “My indulgences show that they are not, and draw the people back to the light. So even if I fall for your temptations, my clever serpent, I still come out ahead.”

“Do you?” Crowley stepped closer, as close as she dared. Swept her veil back to reveal her eyes. “Do you want to put that to the test?”

Read the rest on AO3

[skyasimaru]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s been so long it took me a hot minute to get the embedding to work on this, lol. A gift for @whiteleyfoster and the mysterious Anonymous who wrote a lovely fic about her characters, Mansa and Song.  Link to Fanfiction on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34472113 You can check out WhiteleyFoster’s work on her Tumbler, Twitter, Patreon, etc :)  Very Respectfully,  SkyAsimaru

[queen-lenart]

A fanart of @whiteleyfoster Good Omens x Prince of Egypt AU. I love her style  so, I wanted to do something to pay tribute to her artworks ^^

[lonicera-caprifolium]

@whiteleyfoster's lovely lovely lovely DTIYS!! 💗

here's a link, y'all should dtiys (♡)

[lady-divine-writes]

“Merry Christmas. I’m sorry.”

Crowley throws a plate of cookies down in front of Aziraphale, then stomps a step back. The plate bounces off the wood, depositing crumbs onto the tablecloth. Aziraphale looks at it, blinking in surprise.

“Well, that’s … uh …” Aziraphale examines his demon’s sour face, but with no answers to be found there, he turns his attention to the cookies, observing them without touching them. They seem to be plain, old, regular, chocolate chip cookies: a little thin, a might bit dark and crisp around the edges, but otherwise serviceable as cookies go. He can’t imagine what Crowley could be apologizing for. “And why exactly are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry because I’m a failure.”

Aziraphale jerks upright, sits straighter, boundlessly confused by this whole ordeal. “Are you a failure because you’ve done something, dear, and then made cookies to apologize?”

“I’m a failure because I can’t do anything!” Crowley spits. “Even something simple, something humans do every day, like baking a frickin’ batch of chocolate chip cookies! Those are failure cookies, Aziraphale!”

Here is the amazing work of art I commissioned from the incomparable @whiteleyfoster as a Mother’s Day gift to myself :D It’s the opening scene to my fic To Love, Nourish, and Protect and I couldn’t be more tickled over how amazing it turned out :) (Posted with permission from the artist.)