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Borrowed Words
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@sunrisesinthesuburbs created this wonderful fic, and I love it so much, I commissioned this fan art from the wonderful @allysketches.
"Aziraphale finally needs to save Crowley for once, Aziraphale needs to save himself for once, Aziraphale needs to help others without Crowley..."
The Ways Aziraphale Saves Crowley
The Ways Aziraphale Saves Himself
The Ways Aziraphale Saves Others
etc
Because THIS angel is THAT bad bitch and we love him forever for it😍❤️
GOOD OMENS "Hard Times"
We're finally able to post our submission for Sumner Omens big bang so here is mine for @bohoteacher fic! A beautifully written human au story that I've had the absolute pleasure of doing art for. It was such an inspiration for me after being in a burnout for sometime. The power of writings will never fail to amaze me. Please go and read the fic if you some time!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I had signed up for the event before go3 and ofcourse when that hit, I didnt think id be able to do any more art. Having a project already halfway done, this helped me continue to create and find a common ground. This saved future GO arts for me ❤️ a massive thanks to @gosummerbang for setting this up
Law of conservation of mass: matter cannot be destroyed nor created, only rearranged in a new form.
The Angel and the Nightingale
A Summer Omens Big Bang collab by @maon25 (art) and me (story)
Read here on AO3 (G, 8k)
Look at all the amazing art by @maon25 :
In chapter 5 🔝
In chapter 2 🔝
In chapter 1 🔝
Summary:
It’s summer once more in Kensington Gardens.
The white marble statue of an Angel, half hidden under a canopy of trees, is content enough with his life, his animal friends in the park, the here and now.
Until an unusual Black Nightingale lands on his left wing and sings to him stories of woe, of mystery, of a dear friend lost, of his quest to find the love of his life again.
Every summer, the Nightingale, who remembers only fragments of what really happened to himself and his long-lost soulmate, revisits the Marble Angel, having gathered more hints and ✨Clues✨ to help his quest. The Angel’s marble heart melts with empathy for him, and with other feelings that seem new - but are they?
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This is a romantic fairytale, inspired by Oscar Wilde’s ‘The Happy Prince’, retelling Good Omens in symbolic language.
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Thank You to:
@maon25 for the beautiful art, beta reading, helping with decisions, and a fun and fruitful collaboration!
@gosummerbang and all the writers and artists of the SOBB discord server, for making this bang such a fun and friendly experience! Check out the other SOBB collabs posted on that blog!
@thinkinginscripts , who is the best beta in the world!
@whickberstreetwriters for support and encouragement!
Tagging List under the cut
Let me know if you want on it for future posts of mine!
EVERY kiss we shared
Alpha Centauri
[a quick color study that near the end claimed fanart status, so here you go]
Tthrowback forward thursday ♡
Thank you for tagging me @spectrallydistracted and @sakascal! 💖
Post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.
WIP 1: Yet another of my excessively researched queer historical angst-fests. This time it's 1950s Britain
The lecture hall at Trinity smelled of chalk dust and wet wool. Aziraphale had arrived early, claiming a seat in the third row – close enough to appear engaged, far enough back to avoid being called upon. He arranged his notebook with precise care, fountain pen aligned parallel to the page's edge, and waited for Dr. Fell to begin his discourse on Plato's Symposium.
Someone dropped into the seat beside him with a graceless thump. Aziraphale glanced sideways.
The young man now sitting next to him – if you could call that sitting – was all angles and lines. Sharp cheekbones, sharper grin, hair an impossible shade of red that seemed designed to offend the university's sense of decorum. His gown hung crooked off one shoulder. He was, Aziraphale noted with some alarm, wearing sunglasses. Indoors. In October.
WIP 2: A totally silly, completely unresearched version of the chessiest fanfic trope ever: Drunkenly married in Vegas
They kept talking, about everything and nothing. At some point, Az grabbed his arm, laughing at something Crowley said, and didn’t let go. At some point, Crowley put his arm around Az's waist, steadying him over an uneven bit of pavement, and left it there.
At some point, they stopped walking and Az turned to him and said, "I really, really want to kiss you. Is that terribly forward?" "It's Vegas," Crowley said. "Nothing's too forward in Vegas."
The kiss was nothing short of spectacular. Sweet and urgent and filthy and tasting of wine. They kissed with tourists streaming past them, and Crowley thought, distantly, that he might be in a bit of trouble here.
When they broke apart, Az said, breathless, "We should do something ridiculous." "How ridiculous?" "Terribly ridiculous. Magnificently stupid. The kind of thing we'll regret forever." "I'm listening." Az pointed down the street, where a wedding chapel stood between a tattoo parlour and a casino. The sign featured an enormous neon Elvis. "We should get married."
WIP 3: A ridiculously complex experiment that keeps fighting me: A literary murder mystery written entirely as a BBC series screenplay
SCENE 1: LANGHAM HOTEL LOBBY, EARLY MORNING
The Langham lobby is hushed yet alive. Guests cluster in discreet knots, murmuring, clutching bags. Staff glide along polished floors, their movements precise but tense. Reporters are already there, gathering like crows.
A black police car eases to a stop outside the revolving doors. Detective Inspector Anthony J Crowley of the Metropolitan Police steps out, black suit sharp and immaculate, wearing sunglasses despite the muted morning. He’s in his mid-40s but looks younger. His perfectly styled short auburn hair glints in the morning light.
Every movement he makes says I own this scene, even before he reaches the lobby.
He pushes through the revolving doors. The lobby hums with quiet chaos: murmured questions, muffled clicks of cameras, the soft scrape of shoes on marble.
REPORTER #1 Detective Inspector Crowley! Any comment on the…
CROWLEY Not if you want to keep your teeth.
He flashes a grin so sharp it’s practically a weapon. The reporter flinches; Crowley moves on.
So - what's your poison?
WIP 1 - the 50s historical angst-fest. The pining! The angst!
WIP 2 - the Vegas rom-com. Cheesy tropes are the best!
WIP 3 - the experimental screenplay. I want Shiny to suffer! 😉
No no pressure tags - this is for anyone else who wants to join in!
In Human AUs, I really like it when Crowley sees Aziraphale for the first time and thinks he's an angel!💛
#goodomens
[fic stuff i like pt. 2]
devil on shoulder
New chapters of Summers at Northwoods posting this week: Chapter 6 on Wednesday and Chapter 7 on Saturday.
This week, we step away from the dock... at least for a little while.
Chapter 6: You Know Exactly Who I'm Talking About finds Crowley back home in San Francisco, where an unexpected development sends him looking back over ten years of friendship in an entirely new light.
Chapter 7: The World Seemed to Tilt returns us to Northwoods, where a quiet morning by the lake changes everything.
There are herons, coffee, lakeside mornings, and a rather serious conversation.
Thank you so much to everyone who's been reading along. I've loved seeing your comments each week and I'm excited to share these chapters with you. Read from Chapter 6 here: You Know Exactly Who I'm Talking About Read from the beginning here: Summers at Northwoods
Our IPB Participant Spotlight series continues! Today we're featuring @lookingatacupoftea and taking a closer look at her writing and creative process.
To showcase their writing style, @lookingatacupoftea chose to share Is There A Version
Sparks and Pressure⚡
FTH commission for @ineffable-toreshi from her fic "Sparks and Pressure" 💙
Today our IPB Participant Spotlight is on @bohoteacher, read on to learn more about her writing process.
@bohoteacher chose to share a collaborative epistolary story, The Nutter Curse, as a fic she's proud to have worked on. (also... it's very strange to write about herself in the third person 🫣)
This weekend marks the final two spotlights in our participant series! Today we're featuring @thinkinginscripts, one half of the IPB mod team. (Yesterday we featured @bohoteacher, the other half.)
@thinkinginscripts selected Secrets I Have Held Within My Heart, a story that reflects a style she hopes to explore further in her writing.
Chapter Six of my Valencia-set Summer Omens Big Bang fic, One Last Hurrah is out today.... and this one comes with AMAZING traditional art from @alwaystuesday Look at it! LOOK!! and thank @gosummerbang for matching me with one of my favourite artists
If you want to know why Tour Guide Crowley is waking up looking like.... that..... then you'll need to read from at least chapter 5! Posting a chapter every day until it's finished (another 4 days)
