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Reviewing the Armies: A Good Omens Civil War AU by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much to @shipper-of-all-things for helping with the cover image!

Rated E, 5,573 words

3rd installment of the Coming into Focus series

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

It is May of 1865 and the war is over, or nearly over. Aziraphale has relocated to Washington, DC, and he is counting down the hours until he can be reunited with Anthony. When they meet again, sparks fly.

Excerpt:

Time to prepare. Aziraphale reached for a glass plate, his hands trembling. Oh, it wouldn’t do to drop a plate at all. They were so fragile, and there was so much room for error in the process. Aziraphale had heard a rumor that Alexander Gardner had broken his last photographic negative of President Lincoln — had cracked it while pouring the developer and had thrown the plate away after pulling just a single print, not knowing the significance of what he had. Yes, best be careful.

Somehow, Aziraphale managed to pour the collodion steadily, his years of experience coming to his rescue. He handed the plate to Adam and prepared another, just in case his timing was off. Then it was time to wait, watching the minutes tick by on his watch as the soldiers streamed by on the street. Aziraphale crossed his arms, holding his elbows to steady himself.

There. Oh, there.

Anthony was riding alongside his regiment on a glossy black stallion, his scarlet curls peeking out from under his kepi and catching the sunlight, a burst of fire in a sea of blue uniforms. His back was straight and his shoulders thrown back, looking every inch the conquering hero. Aziraphale’s heart swelled. All these months of worry, praying for Anthony’s return, imagining the worst, keeping every perfect memory as a talisman in his heart. And here Anthony was, safe and strong and gloriously whole, right before Aziraphale’s eyes.

All the love to the denizens of @goodomensafterdark!

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens fic recs #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #writers of after dark #good omens smut #american civil war

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Women week of GOAD on reddit! XD

I love drawing them being smitten to each other

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This sketch has been sitting around my drafts for months now, so I'm releasing femme Crowley into the wild for lesbian visibility week ❤️🤎🤍🩷

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I draw, I draw but I forget to post 😶‍🌫️

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I don't use the pronoun tag specifically, but I am a @goodomensafterdark writer with two Wives fics in which they both use she/her pronouns!

Folding the Laundry (E, 6,817 words, 1/1 chapters): Two single moms, one basket of laundry, and a bottle of wine. Azira and Toni have been best friends since middle school, but they’re about to find out that they don’t know every single thing about each other, at least not just yet.

Catching the Light (E, 3,994 words, 1/1 chapters): Azira Fell and Antoinette Crowley are American sculptors living their best lives in Rome in the 1860s. Toni has a commission to finish before Anathema’s wedding, and Azira offers to model for her.

Feature Fic Fursday!

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:

For WAMEN WEEK, I have chosen: all the 'She/her pronouns' tags present in the collection!

This includes:

‘She/her Pronouns for Crowley’

‘She/her Pronouns for Aziraphale’

‘She/her Pronouns for Beelzebub’

‘She/her Pronouns for Shax’

‘She/her Pronouns for Uriel’

‘She/her Pronouns for Nanny Ashtoreth’

Promotion time:

Queen Of Hell by OneDapperCat

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Angst, Angst/Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending

Word count: 89,666 words

Chapter count: 33 chapters (completed)

CW: Minor discussion of prior non-con, minor gore, domestic violence

Summary: With Aziraphale on his way back to Heaven, and Crowley having been unable to tell him what he saw in Gabriel’s file about a new Armageddon, Crowley decides he needs to make a sacrifice to stop what is coming. He returns to Hell, planning to talk his way onto the Dark Council, but Satan has a different proposition.

Nanny Likes to Watch You Eat by Depressedpenguin2, a gift for DisastrousLook5116

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Plot What Plot

Word count: 1,464 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Sexy times between the Ineffable Wives. Food is involved.

Dance Our Night Away by Kotias

Rating: General Audiences

Genre: songfic (based on Frank Sinatra's 'Polka dots and Moonbeans')

Word count: 2,172 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: 1944, 29th of February - leap year. Crowley and Aziraphale are invited to a ballroom dance party, and will dance- but angels don't dance, do they?

Snex on a Plane by FuzzyGoblin

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Plot What Plot

Word count: 1,855 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Aziraphale is feeling peckish and she prefers to do things the human way. On board a plane with a hidden stowaway, Aziraphale gets more than she bargained for on her quest for a decent meal.

Thou Shall Not by Depressedpenguin2

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Plot What Plot

Word count: 836 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Sexy time for Beelzebub and Gabriel -married couple, tentacles are involved.

Infernal Tango by isiaiowin

Rating: Explicit

Genre: A plot exists!

Word count: 7,691 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: After Shax accidentally revealed to Furfur that she could dance the Tango, he planned a grand gesture to sweep her off her feet, resulting in a night of fiery passion.

The Stag and The Scale by isiaiowin

Rating: Mature

Genre: Romance

Word count: 29,679 words

Chapter count: 6 chapters (8 planned)

Summary: Ineffable games reach far and wide. Follow the Demon Furfur and his Angel Justice as memories of the past resurface while they try to find a way to be together. Heaven and Hell have other plans, so will this be their new beginning, or is it the beginning of the end?

Show You Something by whatareyou42

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Slow burn

Word count: 115,618 words

Chapter count: 24 chapters (completed)

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley were spending time together one night and Crowley had an idea, something to show Aziraphale, mostly for laughs, or so he thinks. Could this be a key in helping them fix things after Aziraphale leaves for Heaven?

BYE LOSERZZZZZ

#good omens after dark #good omens fanfic #writers of after dark #femme aziracrow #ineffable wives

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Ring is smart y'all

even if straight women did dominate m/m shipping to the degree people like to claim (which I’ve never seen substantiated and which has never reflected my own fandom experience), it wouldn’t hurt to maybe extend a little empathy with regard to why women who are attracted to men might find straight erotica painful and alienating to consume. perhaps apply some critical thought before whipping out fetishization as a trump card. 

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Okay, buckle up buckaroos, because today I met an honest-to-goodness cryptid.

I was out running errands and I made a stop at Intimate Books (…for a friend), and on my way out I realized that the bookshop next door was open.

This bookshop has existed for more than a hundred years, and in all my life it has NEVER BEEN OPEN. I mean, I assume it has to be open sometimes, but never at any normal, reasonable hour. Everyone says it’s a front for the mob or something.

So what do you do when the weird mafia bookshop is open? You go the fuck inside.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. You know that smell when you accidentally leave your towel on the bathroom floor all day and you come back to that mildew funk? The shop smelled like that times a thousand. I expected to see stuff growing on the walls, but the books were pristine. We’re talking first editions, rare editions, weird Bibles and books inscribed to really famous dead people. Librarians would weep for the chance to accession this place. In the first two minutes I found a signed copy of The Crucible and what I think was a first edition of Blake’s Book of Thel.

Then a clerk showed up out of nowhere—honestly nowhere. He looked EXACTLY like a bookseller should look, kind of fluffy and bewildered and really, really gay.

“Are you lost?” was the first thing he said to me.

“Nope. Just browsing, thanks.”

“Browsing, I see. Erm. How do you feel about snakes?” he asked. And without waiting for me to answer, he just walked away and vanished around a shelf.

I figured it was a metaphor, or a code phrase for the mafia. Until I turned a corner like ten minutes later and found a little reading nook. It was really pretty, although I feel like that particular window should have been on an interior wall? Anyway, curled up in an armchair in a patch of sunlight was the biggest fuck-off black snake I have ever seen.

Like, I don’t mind snakes in general. But in their normal context, right? Outside. On the ground. Not six feet long and sitting on a threadbare velvet armchair like it owns the place.

I was about to turn around and leave, but I saw a gorgeous first-edition copy of Leaves of Grass on a shelf, a little too close to the snake for comfort. But I had never needed anything so badly in my life.

So I went back to the counter to buy it, but the clerk was nowhere to be found.

While I was waiting, I noticed a collection of pictures hanging on the wall behind the counter, dating back to the very dawn of photography. A couple were of this rock-star looking guy from the 70s that I should probably have recognized, but there were authors and landscapes and stuff, too. There was even an old tintype portrait of Oscar freaking Wilde, sitting in this very shop with a guy that I would ACTUALLY SWEAR was the clerk from before. Like, I know my family all has the same nose, but this guy had the same everything.

After approximately one year of waiting, the clerk came back out to the desk. By now I’ve realized that he’s too bad at his job to be anything but the owner of the shop.

“I saw your snake,” I told him.

“Did you? Was he behaving himself?”

“He was sleeping.”

“Yes, he enjoys that.”

“Does he just stay out in the open like that? What if he gets out?”

He shrugged and smiled. “He always comes home again, the dear boy.”

Right, a homing snake. That’s totally normal.

Then he cleared his throat and asked, in a weirdly reluctant voice, if I was going to buy the Whitman.

“Yes, please,” I told him. “I saw it on a shelf by the snake, and it was just too tempting.”

He sighed. “Oh, yes, I expect it was.”

When I started to hand him my card, he went all fluttery and said that they didn’t take cards.

All right, fine. I had some cash on me, but I told him that he’d sell a lot more books if he got a Square or something.

He got this scandalized look on his face and went, “Why would I want to do that?”

Oookay. I handed over the cash and he popped open the ancient till and started making change.

In shillings. Shillings! I swear to god I saw Queen Anne’s face on one of them. The silver value of the coins was probably as much as I paid for the book.

But I had to have proof that this happened—at that point, all I had was a book in a plain brown wrapper, not appreciably different from what I bought next door. So I asked him for a receipt.

He looked delighted and wrote one up for me.

By hand.

With a fountain pen.

And that’s the story of how I met a bookseller cryptid and his pet snake.

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I am loving this fic so far! And the art is 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

fucking incredible art by @chernozemm (full on ao3)

flawless (E) (35k) (1/5)

When Crowley had snaked himself across the bar top, half purring, half snarling for Aziraphale to live a little, this wasn’t exactly what he meant by it. Not exclusively, anyway. If there was a list of possibilities, it may have been on there somewhere; scrawled as a hasty afterthought, perhaps under a subheading of Things That Would Surely Never Actually Happen. But the sight of Aziraphale lying naked and debauched in the middle of his black satin sheets was not something he was about to hesitate over. (If there was a second list, one surreptitiously scribbled on a napkin in the dark corner of a crowded bar, it would be titled Things Crowley Had No Right To Crave As Much As He Did, and it would start and end with this single bullet point)

@goodomensafterdark

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Folding the Laundry: A Good Omens Ineffable Wives Fic by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much for @shipper-of-all-things for the cover design collaboration and for all of the brainstorming help with this fic!

Rated E, 6,817 words

Read on AO3 here!

Summary:

Two single moms, one basket of laundry, and a bottle of wine. Azira and Toni have been best friends since middle school, but they’re about to find out that they don’t know every single thing about each other, at least not just yet.

Excerpt:

They were quiet for a minute, and Azira thought the subject had dropped, but when Toni got off on a tangent, she usually ended up following it to its logical conclusion. “We really should all be dating each other. We’re all smart, hot, and we take care of our own shit. We’d be unstoppable.”

Azira chose her words carefully. “It would be rather efficient.”

Toni smirked. “It would! So uh, let me know if you’re ever looking for a wife. I clean up after myself, am excellent at meal prep, and am very good in bed. Well, actually, I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to women, but neither do you, so we could figure it out together.” She poured them each another glass of wine and took a big gulp.

That wasn’t exactly true. There had been that one week back in sophomore year of college, when Toni thought Azira was at the library, but she was actually spending many illuminating hours in Shax’s single room down on the first floor. But Shax hadn’t been interested in anything serious, had found Azira rather stuffy, she thought. And then Azira had met Gabriel and following that path to its natural conclusion seemed like the simplest route.

Besides, the only woman that Azira had ever really wanted, the long-limbed redhead sitting beside her on the sofa, had always given off the impression that she was solidly, resolutely straight.

But Azira didn’t say any of this. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and answered archly, “I’ll take your proposal under advisement, dear.”

This fic was written in celebration of WAMEN WEEK over at @goodomensafterdark! Happy 8008 everyone!

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens fic recs #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #writers of after dark #good omens smut #ineffable wives #femme aziracrow

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Idolaters

Take not mercy on the idolaters, Lord, for they are saints yet crave for Darkness, for they are devils yet worship Light.

Another double-composition experiment because they are fun to plan, said no sane person ever.

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Crowley saying "LEAVE IT TO ME" in his super suave watch-me-do-something-impressive voice to Aziraphale, only to saunter up to the security guard and confidently address him as "army human."

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just lowkey designing some stained glass for a priest AU

wip

@thescholarlystrumpet

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a companion to owls really is the episode of all time. a permit?! diabolical ministers ✋😬. Big cross ducks. alphabetical...by...author 🤨? May I ask why you aHHn't crying? I did a 👋biiiiiig👋 miracle Turtleneck Crowley. Aw we're going to the PUb! we never go to the pUB! Hand on the Thin Dark Duke. A sudden rainstorm forces them togethuh, beneath, a canopeh. She had balls. 🙌A clue🙌 Not now Bildad the Shuhite. Ty Tennant out-fagging Michael Sheen. Can I be a blue one.

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I dont want david tennant to ever abandon his current fashion era. Fuzzy stripes and non-binary pin during the day, Crowley-coded genderless fuckery by night. Need to be able to count on this for years to come

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a little more bed sketches

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writing patterns tag game

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by: @tawnyontumblr

I only have eight posted fics so far, so this is going to be a bit of a shorter list! All of these are Good Omens Aziraphale/Crowley fics.

"Aziraphale couldn’t sleep." Civil War AU part 2, After the Fight

“Crowley, my dear boy, what on earth are you doing?” Kitchen sex ficlet, Dough

“Thank you for stopping by, my dear boy. I’ll have your tintype ready to send to your sweetheart by the end of the day!” Civil War AU part 1, Coming into Focus

“Thank you very much! You’ve been a wonderful audience!” Renaissance Faire AU, Of Fire and Falcons

"Crowley was late." Stuck in an elevator AU, Hold the Lift

"It was a typical Saturday night party at the theater house, deep into rehearsals for the spring musical." College theater kids AU, Beyond the Barricade

"It was a sunny day in May, and Azira Fell hurried down the Via delle Quattro Fontane." Ineffable Wives as 19th century sculptors AU, Catching the Light

"It was late in the afternoon, nearly the darkest day of the year, and a gray chill seeped through the streets of London." Christmas Carol AU, Christmas is Definitely Not a Humbug

So my pattern seems to be either scene-setting statements or throwing people right into the deep end of the dialogue!

Tagging @brahms4thrackett @adverbian @voluptatiscausa @nosferatini

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #wip game #first line game #good omens fic recs #writers of after dark