harlotofupdog

[harlotofupdog]

Aus/Vic writers...

So, I know fandom and fanfic isn't exactly the mainstream. I also know that I have a very small handful of folks following here (I adore you), and even fewer of them are Australian/living in Victoria. But the quality of writing that is coming out of this diverse af fandom is something the fuck else, and I know that there are original works and short stories out there just waiting to be told, annnnd....

...I just found out that the Melbourne Lord Mayor’s Creative Writing Awards 2024 feature category is Stories by Trans and Gender Diverse writers. Submissions close 1 July, more info here: https://www.melbourne.vic.gov.au/community/libraries/whats-on/creative-writing-awards/Pages/lord-mayors-creative-writing.aspx

Absolutely expecting that this post will have an audience of like no-one, but JUST IN CASE - YOU'RE ALL SO, SO TALENTED AND I BELIEVE IN YOU!

#writers of after dark #writing #fanfic #writers on tumblr #gender diversity #trans writers

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Oooooooh she's barely sliding in by the skin of her wretched little teeth! Chapter 4 of Pub Jizz now exists, after a long, hard trek through the wilderness.

Summary: Aziraphale is a Met officer who transfers to a small village police station. Crowley is the local publican. They don't see eye to eye.

There is also a plot (seriously, I promise)

Rating: E

Neverending thanks to glorious wonderful sun-ox @paperclipninja for beta and cheering and all the things! And thanks to the wonderful folks at @goodomensafterdark for the brilliant cheerleading and procrastination fodder.

Excerpt:

The remainder of his first week passes in the same delightfully peculiar manner as his first day. There are a few calls, mainly related to the activities of local creatures—a cow stuck in a fence who miraculously unsticks herself the moment Aziraphale’s boots sink into the muddy paddock; a rooster operating on Nova Scotian time (Aziraphale suggests earplugs to the rooster’s disgruntled neighbour, earning him his first proper rural telling off which, all in all, is rustic enough to treasure); and a report of ‘two ducks fighting’ at the local pond, which leads to an awkward conversation with the God-fearing complainant about the mating habits of the northern shoveler.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #good omens after dark #aziracrow #good omens fanfic

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Still We Know Each Other So Well - Chapter 6

Rating: Explicit

Story summary: A few months ago someone on Tumblr commented that they'd seen ponderings about what would happen if Aziraphale or Crowley's memory was wiped, but what if both their memories were wiped?

This is a story of that what if.

Chapter summary: Aziraphale goes to the market. Crowley also goes to the market.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale meandered through the stalls of Berwick Street market, eyeing the vibrant fruit and vegetables, and breathing in the smell of fresh falafel and simmering curries. He’d already purchased a variety of cheeses and a loaf of artisan sourdough from the baker touting her wares out of the back of a converted mail lorry, and the gentle buzz of the weekend crowd had absorbed him into its steady, relaxed rhythm.

He felt calmer for being outdoors and allowed himself to wander without purpose, stopping briefly at one vendor to take in the varied collection laid out across the tables and makeshift shelves. Aziraphale cast his eyes over the stationary on show alongside an indiscriminate assortment of books, a few festive decorations and a rotating rack of calendars. A year planner with a lighthouse at the top caught his eye, and he briefly contemplated the nautical motif as a nice addition to the back of his drab bathroom door, before one of the permanent stores lining the street stole his attention.  Sitting just across the way, it was brimming with foliage and flowers. 

Continue on AO3

Thanks to the relentlessly wonderful @harlotofupdog, you are a glorious beta and magnificent musk-fish.

and thank you to all the fabulous peeps at @goodomensafterdark

#yes please and thank you #i love these silly muppets so much #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic rec

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Yes, I’m obsessed

#ridiculously pretty #i adore him #good omens fanart #aziraphale

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Feature Fic Fursday - Bathing/Washing

FFF - Feature Fic Fursday!

This is a special day of the week: fic recs Thursday (pronounced à la Française)!

Each week, we will browse the Good Omens After Dark official AO3 collection, choose a tag and promote the fics that are featured in it!

Have a tag idea for the next week? Comment it!

Have other fic recs, or your own fic would qualify for the tag? Reblog and throw in the link!

Tag of the week: Bathing/Washing

Coming Home - A Choose Your Own Adventure Story brought to you by the GOAD Writers Guild!

We are not biased at all pushing it up first on this week’s FFF.

Writers are: Aerenii, AngelZash, anna_bird, Calico, cheeseplants, cordsycords, crowleyscardigan, domesticated_cryptid, DoonaRose, ElysiumLeo (The_Nerd_Alert), fishey_me, FuzzyGoblin, GaiasEyes, hakunahistata, harlotofgod, IneffablyRuined, kiripin, Kotias, LemonTart, Letha, Mrs_Cake_Is_Here, NooRose93, PaperclipNinja, polychrome, SecretlyWingedPhantom (NoraStVincent), sixbynine, startledplatypus, Transplantedmate, whatareyou42, Wingsofopal, y2bs, Zin_Lynn

Rating: Explicit

Genres: choose your own sexy times.

Word count: 117,216 words

Chapter count: 201 chapters (complete)

Summary: Having thwarted yet another attempt at ending the world, Aziraphale and Crowley are, in fact, ready to have sex now. Just how successful their sex shall be depends on the discerning decision-making of you, dear reader…

More than thirty authors combine to bring you over one hundred possible ways that the first night at the South Downs cottage might play out. Aziraphale and Crowley - and you - will embark on a thrilling voyage of self-discovery from which no one will emerge unchanged.

Someone is Calling Him Shoreward by harlotofgod

Comes with a podfic by Nosferatini!

Rating: Explicit

Genres: This is a ghost story.

Word count: 61,467 words

Chapter count: 13 chapters (complete)

Summary: “There’s a storm coming.” The stranger’s words are torn neatly away by the wind like India paper from a Bible, but Crowley reads them on his lips. No shit, he thinks. He nods and shoves his freezing hands deeper into his pockets as icy rain stings his cheeks. Silly idea, wandering up here as the black, roiling clouds coursed towards the shore. The waves are white-tipped and boiling, and any sounds not snatched up by the wind are swiftly claimed by the steady rumble of seawater crashing against indifferent cliffs below.

A Bathhouse Pretense by Doonarose

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 17,837 words

Chapter count: 2 chapters (complete)

Summary: Aziraphale seeks Crowley out in 38 BC Rome, finding him in a bathhouse which just so happens to be hosting an orgy. Aziraphale is there to discuss upcoming celestial business, Crowley is there for a good time, but when a certain demon happens to drop by, it gives them an (admittedly flimsy) excuse to get close, and then closer still. First time sex in the back corner bath, canon compliant, much edging, feelings and filth.

The Queen’s Burden by OneDapperCat

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut, angst

Word count: 34,101 words

Chapter count: 14 chapters (complete)

Summary: While Aziraphale is out of town, Crowley decides to exact some vigilante justice on a particularly detestable human. A curious Lucifer is drawn out from Hell, and decides it’s time Aziraphale and Crowley play a game with him; a game which threatens to separate the couple forever.  CW: dubious consent, non-con drug use, emotional abuse, physical assault, non-consensual touching, body dysmorphia, mentions of past non-con.

A Covenant of Temptation by Yes_its_unholy

Rating: Not Rated

Genres: priest AU

Word count: 13,408 words

Chapter count: 3 chapters (to be completed)

Summary: “I am no longer my own, but thine. Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt. Put me to doing, put me to suffering. Let me be employed by thee or laid aside for thee, exalted for thee or brought low for thee. Let me be full, let me be empty. Let me have all things, let me have nothing. I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal. And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, thou art mine, and I am thine. So be it. And the covenant which I have made on earth, let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.” 

In which a naive bookseller is seduced by a vicar who is used to getting what he wants.

The Pickled Angel by Depressedpenguin2

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Crack

Word count: 1,298 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Crack- fic based on an inside joke in the after dark writers chat.

Alphabet by Depressedpenguin2

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 30,000 words

Chapter count: 26 chapters (complete)

Summary: Smutty Alphabet for our ineffable husbands.

Steamy April Showers by mellow_cello_charm

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 3,969 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: The South Downs, spring. ---------------- “Have a shower? Together?”

There were two wine glasses on the coffee table. Next to them, an empty bottle of Chateau Lafite 1875, and a plate with crumbs. The fire was still going strong, of course, and it was dark and rainy outside, of course.

Crowley stretched across the sofa like a cat with a plan. “You deserve it, angel. We deserve it. After such an arduous week. All those meetings with the Street Traders Association—”

Aziraphale groaned. “Yes, I suppose. But we don’t need baths. I can just miracle away all traces of the London smell.”

“ ‘Course you can, but that’s no fun. We don’t need any of this.” Crowley waved his hand at their cottagey surroundings. “Or food, or wine, or y’know, what we did earlier today.”

Aziraphale blushed and smiled.

“I beg to differ on your last point.” ---------------- It's an awfully rainy day, but that doesn't stop Crowley and Aziraphale from enjoying themselves around their new home.

You and I by ASouthernPansie (Dykotomy)

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 4,654 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Takes place just after the end of season 3. Another Apocalypse averted, Heaven and Hell have left the building and indeed the galaxy, and the ineffable duo finally got to have some Us Time. And then some more.

* * *

“You… we… your mouth… ngk…” Crowley materialises black silk pyjamas onto himself, with a charming crimson trim, feeling self-conscious beside the fully-dressed angel.“…You were in me.”

“Yes dear. A few times. And you in me. You seemed to like it.”

give ourselves one more chance by crowleyscardigan

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 9,164 words

Chapter count: 2 chapters (complete)

Summary: Pressed against the wall by a very not-nice demon three days before the world is scheduled to end, Aziraphale makes a bold move. The result is rather… nice.

They were safe by Transplantedmate

Rating: Explicit

Genres: fluff and smut

Word count: 4,444 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Soft domestic fluff and smut, set after all is resolved in season 3. The ineffables deserve a break and so do we all. Set right after Christmas.

Featuring: mentions of ducks, hair grooming as a love language, bathtub fluff, bathtub spice, somewhat emotional sex.

The Stars Are Brightly Shining by milk_teeth421

Rating: Explicit

Genres: fluff, angst with a happy ending

Word count: 31,917 words

Chapter count: 11 chapters (complete)

Summary: Crowley thought about the night of the Christ child’s birth now as he stood on the sidewalk, anxiously playing with the ribbon on top of the small gift. It hadn't been December on that night thousands of years ago, and it certainly hadn't been snowing in that Satan forsaken desert. But the biggest difference between that night and now, for Crowley at least, was that he still had ages to go before he realised what Aziraphale meant to him. They still had centuries ahead of them to dance around each other - denying their association, denying The Arrangement, denying their feelings for one another. That night in Bethlehem, neither one of them could have imagined what their relationship was going to become, or how badly they would hurt one another some 2,000 years later.

A post season 2 fic with a Christmas twist

In Motion by sixbynine

Rating: Explicit

Genres: fluff and smut

Word count: 19,632 words

Chapter count: 8 chapters (complete)

Part 1 of the series In Motion

Summary: Crowley can't help himself from looking at things he shouldn't. Or putting his foot firmly in his mouth when apologising for it.

Or

Aziraphale tries his hand at poetry, Crowley was never meant to find it. Let alone respond!

That’s all, folks!!

*sweats in having to change the meme again very soon*

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Prompt: Aziraphale catches Crowley being kind to his plants. 😁

Obviously I couldn't resist. lol

#this is too cute #ineffablehusbands #plant daddy #domestic bliss #good omens fanart

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🎧Someone is Calling Him Shorewards🎧

Podfic by @nosferatini

Chapter update 9/13

🎧Listen to Chapter 9!🎧

Listeners Beware!

Here be Chapter 9 of the haunting, heart-wrenching masterpiece written by @harlotofupdog!

Overwhelming gratitude to my partners in crime:

Enchanting music by the incredible @paperclipninja

Fanart by the talented @wingsofopal!

[Psst! Check out wingsofopal On Instagram!]

Chapter Excerpt:

“No, darling, no… they’re not for you…” he murmurs as he goes to the desk and runs frantic fingers over his journals. It’s not all of them, but it’s enough. Thoughts and hopes and cascading doubts that were never meant for anyone else’s eyes, most of all Crowley’s. No wonder he left, Aziraphale thinks bitterly. He can barely imagine how the mad, meandering things that he writes down might seem to someone who, for all intents, is a perfect stranger. With a heavy heart, he picks up the notebook that lays open at a blank page. It is the most recent and the most damning. He flicks the page back to his last entry—he needs to read his own savage words, confirm to himself that he was right. Burn it all.

If you haven’t read it, it’s time to break your own heart! Read harlot’s fic (now complete!) here: Someone is Calling Him Shorewards (AO3)

Thanks to @goodomensafterdark’s Chattering Order and the @whickberstreetwriters for their emotional and creative support during the production of this podfic!

#cannot wait to listen #podfic rec #and gorgeous art #you are all far too talented

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Reverse!Aumens

Concept Art of the ineffability of falling in love even in a world flipped on its head

@goodomensafterdark

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Good god @quona, you delicious demon. This is phenomenal.

fires beyond the lychgate --- --- ---

prints | ko-fi | commission

May I interest you in some Beltane-themed witchy pollen magic? Revelers dancing around May Day bonfires in the woods? How about we add some lust-addled Crowley and sweaty Priest!Aziraphale to that, too? Yes? I thought so! I painted this for the Spring is Here! High Pollen Count Event in collaboration with the absolutely fantastic @tawnyontumblr. I know you know Tawny's fics. I don't need to tell you how good they are. You can and should go read the fic that inspired this painting on AO3: 🔥 All Fired Up by TawnyOwl95 🔥 (Rated Explicit, mind the tags!)

The trunk of the birch tree was smooth against Aziraphale's back. He held on to one of the branches above his head, getting bark dust in his nails as Crowley sucked on his jaw. The last of Aziraphale’s buttons came open, his shirt now only held in place by his clerical collar. Crowley's hands moved down, and Aziraphale's belt hissed as it was drawn from its loops. If Aziraphale turned his head he could still see the fire flickering through the trees, the shadows flitting back and forth. If someone came this way - Aziraphale didn't care. His mind was full of Crowley. The drums still beat in time with the blood pounding, rising up as Crowley's mouth coaxed it to the surface of Aziraphale's skin, fed on him like a starving man.

The full piece:

...and some detail shots from the high res:

@goodomensafterdark, love you goblins, hope you like my art.

#High Pollen Count! (Good Omens Sex Pollen Event 2024) #good omens fanart #god this is gorgeous #actually dying

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#dirty minds worldwide

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Oooh, I am very excited for this, and may blast some Springsteen in preparation!! (Are there tight blue jeans? God I hope there are tight blue jeans).

Down to the River, a Good Omens Bruce Springsteen AU by CemeteryAngel725 - Chapter 1

This is a story that has been in my head for months, a love letter to Jersey shore culture and the music of Bruce Springsteen! I'll be posting one chapter a day until it's done, so this is going to be an exciting week for me. Can't wait to share this one with all of you! Graphics by me with a font assist from @shipper-of-all-things.

Rated E, Chapter 1/8

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

Twenty-five years ago, Tony Crowley walked out of Azi’s life and broke both of their hearts. Since then, Azi has been living in suspended animation, working in the army/navy surplus booth he inherited from his dad and writing horror novels.

Now Tony is back from the city, flush with success and wanting to catch up with Azi. Should Azi risk his heart and try to reclaim what they’ve lost? Or is it too late to start over?

A Good Omens human AU inspired by Bruce Springsteen.

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

It was while he was in front of the table, his back to the shop, absorbed in his work, that he heard it. Soft footfalls stopping just behind him. An intake of breath. And a voice.

“Azi Fell, as I live and breathe.”

He hadn’t heard that voice in twenty-five years. Azi squeezed his eyes shut and suddenly he was eighteen again, mooning over that shock of red hair, those honeyed eyes, that gravelly drawl falling out of a teasing mouth. They had been each other’s worlds once, long ago, and then it had all gone to shit.

He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and turned around.

Much love to everyone over at @goodomensafterdark!

#good omens #and brucie #omg #already got a hungry heart for this fic #and maybe I'm also on fire #but baby we were born to run #so im going down to the river #to read some goddamn smut

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Stuck On You - Chapter 3

Rated E, Chapter 3/7, magnificent cover art by @gleafer (Get thee to her Patreon if you're not already there <3)

All the banter and pining, now with added witchfinder and protective Crowley!

Chapter Excerpt:

A withering smile curls from the man’s mouth as he reaches beneath his hooded cloak, drawing something forward from the darkness. A streak of lightning glints off a sharp metal point. Aziraphale can feel Crowley tense next to him and then swing forward onto his knees with a snarl, placing himself between Aziraphale and the stranger, their calves still intertwined in the dirt.

Under the lamplight, however, the weapon levelled at the both of them seems…smaller than he would have expected. More of a pin than a blade. In fact—yes, it’s just a long pin with a rather ornate handle.

Continue reading Chapter 3 on AO3

General Summary & Tags:

After a drunken handfasting ceremony goes awry, Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves magically bound to be touching at all times. In order to set the situation to rights, they must embark on a multi-day journey to seek help from the last true witch in England.

Tags: Canon-typical drinking, sex pollen (but not really), more like forced proximity pollen, mutual pining, eventual smut

THANK YOU ALWAYS @harlotofupdog, and 2littletime707, MY DEAR BETAS! Sentence wranglers extraordinaire.

(And tagging @goodomensafterdark, of course!)

#this chapter is an absolute joy #get your eyeballs on it immediately #fic rec #good omens fic rec

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i've seen loads of cowboy aus but there's a severe lack of cowgirl crowley

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Five attempts to get a face that doesn't make me punch the screen. Five.

This was meant to be a quick and easy diversion and look at my 592 pinterest board pins...

#omg look at her #absolutely gorgeous

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Absolute ditto, it was so fun and wholesome and incredibly sweet.

A Wank in the Park – Chapter 10 – NOW COMPLETE

Dearest smut goblins,

This little story I wrote that has been described as “unhinged” and “unnecessarily horny” and “a distressingly accurate portrayal of theatre kids” has come to an end! You can now read all 10 chapters of utter silliness in their uninterrupted glory.

“You really didn’t know!” Michael exclaims, laughing uproariously, unheeding of the more refined guests around them. Ezra nods, wincing a little and looking away. Crowley grins, roguish and relaxed, the bastard. “I always keep an open mind,” Crowley shrugs. “This particular thought just hadn’t… occurred to me yet.” “It didn’t occur to you even when Ezra had his–” Sara sharply elbows Michael under the table to stop that particular train of thought in its tracks. Michael clamps her mouth shut, glances around, seems to remember herself thank god and begins again. “So how do you identify now? Have you figured it out?” Sara elbows Michael again. “Michael!” she hisses. “You can’t make people out themselves! And who says they need to pick a label?” Ezra smiles at Sara, his smile blindingly gorgeous, as always. “Oh, no, it’s quite alright,” he reassures her. “I am, in fact, tremendously gay!”

Continue Chapter 10 on AO3

A round of applause for these talented writers that gave so much of their time to help me craft a silly story about two boys who just wanted to kill some time in the most hetero ways possible.

They are the best betas and I don’t deserve them.

@springofviolets @azeutreciathewicked @angie-words @playdohangel @secretlywingedphantom

Thank you again to @secretlywingedphantom for designing this kickass poster!

#this was such fabulous fun #gorgeous silly tender fic #good omens fic rec #human au #ineffable idiots #fanfic rec

[harlotofupdog]

i've drawn more clerical collars since joining this fandom than ever before in my life

you kinky priestfuckers, you

wip

#oh god yes #yes please #absolutely gorgeous #good omens fanfiction #wip #go fanart

[harlotofupdog]

Back to my usual hot-obscure-Shakespeare programming XD

#oh my god the legs #how did i miss this #gorgeous #richard ii #babyrubysoho art #fan art #absolutely stunning