#wos

[vodnoebalo]

Finn Flare x WOS

Puntus Kseniia by Masha Popova

Moscow

[tsugura]

school . doole

[manaosdeuwu]

armando una colección de imágenes de pinterest

[geeklibrarian]

Ahora recuerdo la primera vez que te reíste Y las ganas que me dieron de que se me ocurra un chiste ¿Cómo van a convencerme de que la magia no existe?

Now I remember the first time you laughed And how it made me want to think of a joke How are they going to convince me that magic doesn't exist?

Arrancarmelo - Wos

[alpha-whoore]

[captainblou]

Teasing Thursday

Helloooo my dear Good Omens Fandom!! Been a while, int it?

I'm coming back to you very soon with my next long fic, called Worth a Shot

It's about basketball. Why? Because I like basketball and I'm about to make it your problem.

Summary? Summary.

Aziraphale has been the coach of Tadfield Academy's basketball team for the last ten years. The results these past few years have not been the best, but the Ducks are back on top and ready to win it all!

That is, until the school board threatens to shut down the sports program altogether and forces him to take an assistant in order to change the team's strategy.

How will Aziraphale deal with the intrusion of the rude Scottish psychologist in his life? Will the Ducks actually have a chance to win the cup at all, when egos start to fight for a spot in the starting five?

In short, a boarding school AU disguised as a sports AU, or is it the other way around?

Excerpt:

She grinned and leaned closer to him. "Let me guess, you met the new school psychologist?"

"How do you— oh, you know what, never mind. As it turns out, Mister Crowley appears to be a former pro basketball player… which apparently means he’s qualified enough to assist me with the team."

"Well… How bad can he really be? He works with kids too, doesn’t he?"

"Have you met him?" Aziraphale gasped, the scornful look given by the man coming back to his mind.

"Briefly. He’s a bit rude but—"

"That, my dear girl, qualifies for the understatement of the year."

Anathema chuckled. "He’s hot, though," she added with a lopsided smile.

Aziraphale shot her an appalled look, not blushing at all, thank you very much. "I didn’t notice. I guess I must have been blinded by his completely inappropriate attitude."

"He can’t be that awful," Anathema whispered, still leaning towards him, "his aura actually looks rather good."

It took every ounce of Aziraphale’s energy not to roll his eyes. "Believe me, he is that awful. He was just there, seated like a lazy teenager and sniggering. He has a face tattoo for G— someone’s sake! I don’t care what his aura tells you."

Let me know if you wanna be included in any kind of tag list, and also know that you can subscribe to my AO3 so you don't miss the start of this or any oneshot I might publish!

I'm looking forward to sharing this with you!

As a last treat, have a bit of artwork I made months ago when the idea was brewing in my brain:

[katelynnwrites]

lena oberdorf becoming a tattoo artist was not on my 2024 bingo card.