#janthony fics

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Hey. Hey good omens fandom. Hey.

#has this been done before? idk. but I Need To Know #good omens #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #go crowley #please I need to hear the headcanons. I feel like everyone has a take on this and I need to know what it is #Jessica and Janthony both from beloved fics

[doctorcrowleywho]

December 5. “Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.” (Crowley x reader)

25 Days of Ficmas - Day 5

“Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.” (Crowley x reader)

Word count -   1366  

Warnings - None!

Pairing(s) - Crowley x Gn! Reader

Summary - A confident demon gets sick and you have to take care of him

“Crowley, are you ready?” you called from the front entrance of his flat. Trying to best to busy yourself, you couldn’t help but check your watch a couple of extra times. You were going to be late for your boss's holiday party, and it was going to be his fault.

You could have just gone on your own, sure, but he insisted on meeting your friends now that you two were ‘serious’. Crowley was your first real serious boyfriend. It was nice to have someone that treated you right. When it came to romantic partners in the past, you always seemed to get the short end of the stick. To be fair, you weren’t totally sure what a good, healthy relationship was supposed to look like.

Then you met Crowley, and everything changed. He swept you off your feet and made sure you never forgot just how much he cared about you. Crowley was such a good boyfriend that sometimes you wondered if he was actually real. There was no way a man was this perfect. Well, no human man was.

“Coming darling!” he called from his bedroom and you rolled your eyes, hearing a small crash. Confident footsteps could be heard behind you as he took your hand and spun you around. “Angel, may I say you look absolutely stunning in that outfit,” he whispered, letting his eyes take their sweet time taking you in.

At his words, you could practically feel your insides turn to jelly. You turned as red as your Christmas sweater as you gave him a quick glance over. “Is that what you’re wearing?” you asked, crossing your arms. This man was seriously wearing a long sleeve black sheer shirt that had a large snake slithering its way up his back and his classic black leather trousers to top it all off. His shoulder-length hair was tied up in its normal half-up, half-down look, which always tempted you to run your hands through it. Nothing about his outfit said Christmas. In fact, it screamed “flashy bastard” more than anything. But that wasn’t the point. The point was he wasn’t wearing anything else.

“What you don’t like it?” he asked, sounding like a wounded animal as he gave you a small twirl. He wanted to make sure you got the full view of the outfit.

“No no I do, it's just… aren’t you wearing a jacket? It’s currently snowing and we’re walking to the party.” You reminded him as you tugged on your jacket, buttoning it up as tight as it could go.

He gave you a fake pout as he shook his head. "Meh don’t need one, I have hellfire running through my veins.” he said proudly taking your hand in his.

There were times when you enjoyed Crowley's dramatics. It was honestly quite cute to see him get this worked up about something small. Usually, you’d even playfully fight with him until you typically won, but you were already late to the party. So, off you two went trudging through the snow.

A few minutes passed and you could feel your demon boyfriend shivering right next to you. A smug smile tugged at your lips, but you tried your best to fight it. A couple more seconds went by and you could hear quiet little sniffles now.

 “Is someone cold?” You asked, not hiding your smirk anymore.

“Me? Cold? How dare you even insist on-demons never get cold, love! Remember the hellfire?” he stumbled over his words, trying to fight every shiver that ran through his body. How was it his fault that your boss choose the coldest night of the year to have their Christmas party?

You let out a giggle as you shook your head. As you two reached the building, you could feel him sigh in relief. “Right, well don’t complain to me if you get sick.” you kissed his nose as he held the door open for you.

 -two days later-

 The party actually went well. A few people commented on Crowley’s outfit being more confused than anything else. But, he’d always proudly respond that he was ‘Doing Christmas with style!’ which, in all fairness, he absolutely was doing just that. That comment usually got you a small pat on the back with a small ‘Well, he’s defiantly different’ remark.

You were getting ready to leave to see if Crowley wanted to do anything for dinner. You weren’t hoping for anything special, maybe just a small night in while you force him to watch one of your favorite movies. The ones where he pretends he hates, but deep down you know he absolutely loves. When you got a text for him.

‘Be a dear and pick up some soup and maybe some tea? - C x’

Reading this twice over, you still didn’t exactly understand. First of all, demons didn’t have to eat. This was extremely apparent to you on your first date as he simply watched you eat everything. It wasn’t exactly creepy, but it made much more sense after he told you he was a demon. Second off, when did Crowley ever enjoy tea? He reminded you almost every day that he took his coffee as dark as his soul. In fact, you still remember the glare he gave you when you ordered him a glass of milk once.

Why on earth would Crowley ever need you to-suddenly it hit you. Quickly, you rushed to the local cafe right across from Aziraphale's bookshop and headed to your partner's flat.

 “Oh, Crowley my snowflake, I have your things!” You called out as you entered his place. You raised your eyebrows as you were met with silence, which was extremely odd. Usually, he practically tackled you with a kiss the moment you stepped foot into the place.

“Crow-”

“In here-ACHOO” he finally sniffled out from the bedroom, and you felt that same smug feeling you felt on the walk to the party.

 As you shuffled into his bedroom, you couldn’t hide the smirk that crawled its way onto your face. The sight that lay before you was one you hoped you never would forget. Your confident, bold, and proud partner was tangled up in about five different blankets and surrounded by a sea of crumpled-up tissues. He looked absolutely miserable with his glasses off, revealing a pair of exhausted golden eyes with the reddest nose you’ve ever seen.

 “Hi,” he made out before he had to blow his nose again, which made you giggle softly. “, hey don’t you dare make fun of a sick demon! You want me to rein hellfire down upon you? Cause I-I'll-ACHOO…..do it.” he gripped onto the cup of tea that you gave him as if it was his lifeline.

 You gave him a fake pout as you placed the cup of soup by his bed. Quickly, you got to work cleaning up all the tissues around him throwing them in the trashcan next to his bed. “I told you that you would get sick going out like that.” you tsked, running your fingers gently through his hair.

 “Seriously, you’re really going to ‘I told you so’ me right now??” he hissed before sipping his tea. It was hard to find him threatening when he was all cuddled up in different colored fuzzy blankets.

You rolled your eyes at his comment as you lightly tapped his leg, indicating for him to scoot over, which he happily did so. As you got under the blankets, he automatically wrapped himself around you, pulling you as close as he possibly could.

“I thought demons couldn’t get sick? I thought you had ‘hellfire flowing through your veins’?” You mused, smiling to yourself as he flicked his head up in offense.

 “I’m no ordinary demon dear.” he tried his best to wink at you but failed. Slowly, he picked his head up and leaned in to kiss you, but you put a finger to his lips.

“Nope, sorry love, I’m not kissing Crowley the red-nose reindeer.” You teased as he grumbled and nuzzled his head back into your neck. 

#crowley #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley good omens x reader #gn! reader #fluff #crowley good omens fic #good omens fic #good omens fluff #good omens season 2 #good omens #micheal sheen #david tennant #david tennant fanfiction #david tennant x reader #25 days of ficmas #25 days of christmas #merry christmas #happy holidays

[doomedlemur]

I need more "oblivious of his own feelings" Crowley in my life.

I want this snake to have been besotted since the walls of Eden but in 6000 years never analyzed or connected the dots of his feelings to be "what humans do."

Where is my "never thought about what calling him 'angel' implied to other people until he choked on the word in front of Nina" Crowley

The "really thought Aziraphale was criticizing his driving" Crowley

The "thinks the way they look at each other is just normal friends things" Crowley

Where??

(I could, and maybe will, write a whole meta about how firmly I believe in this headcanon.)

#never forget that these supernatural beings are fundamentally dumbasses (affectionate) #probably this is also “ace but not sex-repulsed would do anything for his angel” Crowley #the “oblivious Crowley” tag on ao3 seems to be mostly “doesn't realize Aziraphale feels the same way” Crowley :( #any fic recs? #good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #ineffable idiots #good omens headcanons #good omens hc #you go too fast for me crowley

[hereticqueen2000]

This made me ugly cry

Several times

Superbly heart wrenching.

Worse than the last 10 minutes of S2

Brilliantly written.

Excruciating

#aziracrow #ineffable partners #aziraphale #aziraphale good omens #anthony janthony crowley #good omens aziraphale #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands #ineffable fandom #good omens fanfic rec #good omens fandom #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #crowley aziraphale #crowley good omens #crowly x aziraphale #good omens crowley

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

Right, so. I wanna imagine this slightly, mildly insane thing, ok? And I have absolutely no clue which ship to use this one for (since I'm currently obsessed with Good Omens and the Not-Nice-Demon and his Bastard-Angel, so yeah. I guess you can imagine it as Merthur if you'd want, or anything else really, but I'm gonna go with A and B this time around). Right. So, imagine this, ok? (It's very specific btw, so bear with me lmao).

Both A and B are aspiring doctors. They were in the same class in 10th grade, and towards the end of the year, B started asking A for help because they were scared of their exams.

Now, imagine for their next academic year that B switches curriculums (though they're still in the same school) and the minimal conversation which both A and B engaged in before is now completely zero.

However! Since they're both aspiring med students at the time, they meet again in a prepratory class they've both enrolled in; a class needed to help prepare for a medical admissions test they both must take.

Now imagine that they begin talking somewhat after their 10th grade results are released (since 10th grade is a board year ykyk), and A slowly begins to catch feelings.

A's schoolfriends don't exactly catch on, but do enjoy teasing them and shipping them with B, unbeknownst to B.

Slowly, over their two year course, they begin talking more, even more than they had before. And before they know it, they're sending in their college applications and whiling away their summer together, having gone from mere acquaintances to close friends.

And then they're off to college, with B staying in their home country while A leaves and goes abroad (I was thinking England, but again, feel free to imagine whatever other place you'd like) for their studies instead.

Imagine they still talk as much as they possibly can, and approximately two years into med school, they begin surprising each other with visits during whatever holidays they can.

Now, well into either their 3rd or 4th year of uni, B surprises A once more, showing up on their doorstep.

A feigns anger and annoyance, the facade immediately dropping once B reveals they've gotten A chocolates from home.

B says that they're visiting for a week, and A is thrilled, but continues to be jokingly annoyed.

Over the course of the week, A and B (obviously) spend as much time as they possibly can with one another, from reading together while it rains outside to visiting shops together and buying breakfast before the other wakes up (just domestic things, but you know!!!).

Eventually, two and a half days before B needs to leave, they go out for lunch and end up dancing along to a live band at a restaurant, along with a bunch of other couples. They begin walking home, giggling and stumbling over one another, unable to stray too far away, and then it begins raining. And they're forced together under the awning of a nearby coffee shop. And then, before they know it, they're kissing. Sopping wet and shivering, but kissing nonetheless. And then they're back at A's apartment and. Well. I'm sure you can piece together where that goes. (They could either you know. Do the thing. Or just like cuddle and watch a film or something else if you're not into that kinda thing, I get it).

And then it's bliss for the next two days, they go nowhere except to shop for groceries.

After that, of course, it's time for B to leave and go back home. Though it's not exactly teary, their parting is filled with yearning and heartache because "why do you have to go, why'd we have to realise so late?" but B promises to come back as soon as they can, and A does the same.

This back and forth goes on for about a year, wherein whenever A visits home, they hide the fact that they are now dating B by saying they would visit and probably spend the night with a friend of theirs whenever they'd visit.

Eventually, however, they decide that it's time for their parents to know, and over a slightly longer, two-week break (or summer break, whichever you want), they decide to get their families together for a lunch, in order to introduce everyone to everyone.

A plans it at their house, ensuring their parents and sibling are out of the house before everyone else arrives, and they're super stressed over everything – "Have we made enough food? Did we buy the wine? I don't think so, wait no we did. But did we buy the chocolates? I don't think we did, could you run by the store and get some? Do I look alright? Should I cha–" and they're so wound up and B just thinks it's so adorable that they have to shut them up with a soft little kiss, saying something like "Hey. We'll be fine. They'll love each other, and I'm sure my parents will love you. Yes, we have enough food, and wine, and chocolates, and you look gorgeous, so stop worrying, we'll be alright."

And then B distracts them by sitting them down and turning on the television. And just as predicted, B's parents simply adore A and A's parents love B just as much too.

Eventually, as they were wont to do, they get married. (It can be either while they're just finishing up med school or after they've finished, that's another choice you make, but).

And though this obviously isn't the end, I'm too lazy to write more haha.

Now, there are a couple things – I know this seems super basic and boring because there's no huge plot twists- but I thought it was nice to just imagine two characters growing up together and falling in love and never looking back idk why. Either way, if you've read until here, kudos to you, this was super long, so thank you :D

#phew #gonna tag the fandoms i talked about before because i can totally see them #long post #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #fic idea #m tag

[onlylurkingreadingstuff]

Want to read this one and scared I’ll loose the window and link before I do. Waiting for an AO3 account to approve so I can start bookmarking things.

#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #gomens 2 #azricrow #a j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #Crowley goes to therapy #fanfic #fic rec #the wait period on an a03 account is annoying #I have not been into fic since sailor moon in the late 90s #when my parents grounded me due to failing chemistry because I was up all night reading fic #and there was no a03 back then.

[everythingsallticketyboo]

Crowley and his plants:

The plants, which had been shaking uncontrollably before, had calmed down to a slight tremble. Crowley had walked in earlier with the spray bottle, and had done a quick spray before leaving for a bried moment. He barely glanced at the plants when he returned with a small brown stool. He placed it down in a clear spot and left again. When he returned once again he was holding, very carefully, a small pot plant. Crowley put the plant on the stool. He took the spray bottle and started watering the small new arrival, one spray on each leaf, just the right amount of hydration for the small thing.

Why this plant got more treatment than the others no one else but Crowley and God herself knew. But it may have had something to do with the present Aziraphale had given him earlier.

#good omens #good omens fanart #anthony j crowley #crowley good omens #go crowley #anthony janthony crowley #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanwork #my art #digital art #art #my fic

[athenashaw]

Those bloody fire extinguishers got stuck in my brain.

So here's a funky little thing I wrote set in the time between seasons.

Enjoy!

Full thing below the cut

It was a week after the Apoca-not when Aziraphale first noticed it. Crowley had turned up on his door for the first time since their respective trials. When the nightingale had sung in Berkley Square. He had hoped that they’d be able to see more of each other, but since that lunch Crowley had been mysteriously absent. When he’d called, he’d only muttered vaguely about sorting things out, before hanging up. Which was why Aziraphale was so surprised when he had shown up one evening with a bottle of wine and a plate of Eccles cakes, as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t exactly unusual for either of them to go off on mysterious errands for unspecified amounts of time, but now that they’d cut ties with their respective head offices, Aziraphale was unsure who Crowley was doing this one for. When he’d broached the subject, Crowley had mumbled and obfuscated, before quickly asking for a refill. Aziraphale knew to leave it there. If Crowley wanted to tell him, he would eventually. Besides, they had more important things to discuss. Like dramatized drunken re-enactments of the trials.

“And then I said “screw you and your stupid face” to Gabriel and you should have seen his stupid face he was this” Crowley slurred, doing an amazingly funny imitation of Gabriel to Aziraphale’s drunken mind.

“And then?”

“I… I… I threw paint at Michael!”

“Red paint!”

“’Xactly! Red paint!”

They spent the night in comfortable drunkenness. Almost as if the last month had never happened. Looking at the demon passed out on his couch, Aziraphale knew he had been hurt and was still hurting. He knew he was to blame for a considerable amount of that pain. He would have to apologise, to help them heal. But for now, he settled for bringing the sleeping demon a tartan blanket.

The next morning, he was gone. He never hung around for the morning after. This was nothing new. Still, Aziraphale couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. He had hoped that maybe, being on their side, maybe he could stay…

But of course, Crowley was probably very busy with other more important matters.

Sighing, Aziraphale walked over to the couch. He picked up the blanket and began to fold it, when a flash of red caught his eye.

This was new.

He put down the blanket and walked over to the bookshelf, where, tucked away, there was…

A fire extinguisher?

He knew it hadn’t been there yesterday. The bookshop was protected. No harm could come to it while he was there. In fact, it had only burnt down once, and he hadn’t even been there to see it happen.

But Crowley was.

He remembered that day. He wasn’t quite anywhere, floating through the ether, when he had felt a tug of something familiar. Something safe. Guiding him home. He’d found himself inside a strange pub. One he’d never been to. Sitting across from him, beautiful evil as ever, was Crowley. He’d been drinking heavily, Aziraphale could tell. He’d been crying.

He’d lost his best friend.

Aziraphale hadn’t dared to hope at the time. After all, he had plenty of other people to fraternise with, didn’t he? Some demon somewhere had probably come to some tragedy. Of course, Crowley was devastated. He could still help him though. They could make sure that Crowley’s friend hadn’t died in vain. But then, gently, as if afraid he would break, Crowley had told him.

“It burnt down.”

They had managed to save the world – or rather, be there when the world was saved. Who precisely saved it was up for debate. That was the problem with such final endings. They were messy.

When he had first returned to his bookshop After, the world had been restored just as it had been. Sort of. Everything was as if from the perfect world of an 11 year old boy. Because it was. Which was why They had stood out. Twisted, blackened and burnt, but as familiar to Aziraphale as his own bow tie.

A pair of melted sunglasses.

He had dismissed it as merely something odd at the time, more focused on the state of the bookshop. But now, beside the fire extinguisher, he started to wonder.

He had never really told the story of his discorporation to Crowley. It had never come up, and he didn’t want to cause Crowley any unnecessary distress. He had been through enough, poor dear. He had never considered the possibility that Crowley hadn’t told him the entire story of that day either.

The following week, he tried to bring it up with Crowley. But there never seemed a good time. He would visit almost every day, to bring him a treat or a book or simply just be with him. Aziraphale had never been so happy.

And every time he left, Aziraphale would find another fire extinguisher. Bright red. How Crowley got them in without him noticing, Aziraphale didn’t know.

All he knew was that he now had 7 fire extinguishers in the bookshop.

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hiya! :D

Do you read go fanfiction? If you do, can you recommend some of yours favorite?

And also your my favorite good omens blog, thank for making my days and being spoiler free!🙌

Hiya! :) Thank youu ❤. I do read fanfics, but I don't read those Good Omens ones yet because I am so far happy with the Crowley and Aziraphale in my head (can't really explain it well, sorry :D), I have written some tho, here if you're interested :):

 I mainly write humour and fluff, if you read any I hope you enjoy :):

Anthony Janthony Crowley - my first a bit crackish fic written before the show came out but inspired by some things from trailers and interviews - mainly Crowley’s middle name - where Crowley picks Janthony and Aziraphale is trying to guess it for centuries :).

Crowley doesn’t read books - fluff and humour fic inspired by Crowley’s ‘I don’t read books.’ in the show and my own problems where is Aziraphale trying Crowley to read books for millennia, there is a twist :).

Five times Warlock wasn’t happy about being kidnapped and one time he was - Warlock centered fluff and humour fic where from a small baby he gets kidnapped and is always saved by his Nanny and gardener and what happens when he is kidnapped and they are no longer around :).

The Ineffable History of Ducks - fluff and humour fic centered on the ducks in the St James’s Park who are observing Aziraphale and Crowley for centuries (alternatively four times Crowley and Aziraphale helped their ducks and one time the ducks helped them) :).

The Shared Sigil - fluff and humour post-Apocaflop fic centered on angels and demons creating conspiracy theories about Aziraphale and Crowley and coming to the conclusion that the two of them are married :).

Angel, Serpent and the Avengers - MCU fluff and humour crossover where Aziraphale and Crowley (and their rat Attouile) get into another dimension where their power don’t work and make friends with the Avengers and Loki. Still being written, first 4 chapter out :).

TinyOmens - visual comics of Funko Aziraphale and Funko Crowley shenanigans :).

#ask #fanfiction

[crowleysaziraphale2003]

A fic from my AO3, which I both wrote and posted on the same train ride, about eight months ago. Aziraphale asks Crowley what the 'J' stands for. Enjoy! :)

Just A J, Really

"Crowley?"

The demon in question glanced up from his newspaper. He was sat-although sat was never really the right word, was it, not with Crowley-on the sofa in bookshop, opposite to Aziraphale.

"Yes, angel?"

Aziraphale lowered his book down onto his seat, next to him. "What does the 'J' in your name stand for?"

Crowley shot him an incredulous look. "Aziraphale. We've been through this already, in 1941. It's just a 'J'. Really."

Aziraphale thought for a moment. "Well, surely it must mean something!"

"Believe me, it doesn't."

Undeterred, Azriphale looked him straight in the eyes and asked him, "Are you embarrassed of your name, dear? Because believe me, I've been there. I hate that there's such a kerfuffle when people are trying to pronounce my name, hence the whole, 'Mr Fell' thing, of course."

Crowley raised a sceptical eyebrow at him. "Kerfuffle?"

"Yes, it's a word, dear."

"Right. Yes. I know that, Aziraphale. You just use such odd words sometimes, is all."

Aziraphale shrugged, smiling. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Yes, I have."

"No, you haven't."

Crowley scowled at him. "Don't go there," he growled. "It's just a J. End of story."

Aziraphale sighed, but his eyes were bright with mirth. "Whatever you say, darling. But just know that I will hereby be mentally referring to you as, 'Anthony Janthony Crowley.' It has a nice ring to it."

"Ngk. Idiot," Crowley responded affectionately, sitting up in his seat for once and picking up his newspaper. "Whatever. Call me what you wish."

"I will."

Crowley pretended to look at his newspaper, feigning a casual demeanour.

"So, angel," he enquired. "Angels don't generally have them, but you are retired, at the end of the day. Do you have a first or middle name?"

Across him, Aziraphale paled.

"Let's not go there."

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[crowlypoly]

Look we all giggle about Anthony Janthony Crowley, and that's good fun, but is anyone else losing sleep over Aziriphale's human moniker? I mean...A.Z. Fell. It sounds like 'Aziriphale', which I assume is the point, but the letters must actually stand for something for like, tax filing purposes and whatnot.

So then of course, presumably (or at least as is the case in 90% of the fics I've read), the A stands for Aziriphale, right?? And just never even fucking mind what the Z is because how fucking ridiculous is Aziriphale Z. Fell??? That's like meeting someone named B. Ruce and finding out the B stands for Bruce so their name is just Bruce Ruce. Come ON.

#too close to moon moon for my own person comfort frankly #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #a.z. fell #ineffable husbands #fr what's the z about #3am thoughts

[winderlylandchime]

phewww it was tough finding questions i didn’t know the answers to 😂.

D, U, Y, por favor.

You know me so well 😂🥰

D. A pairing you wish you liked but just can't.

Michael/Ben this is probably an unpopular opinion and ofc I write them together because I don't care enough to develop an OC or anything. But, c'mon, you cannot tell me that a college professor has anything in common with Michael. What the fuck do they talk about?

Randomly, and I don't read fic in this fandom, but I don't get shipping Ted and Rebecca from Ted Lasso. I love them as friends. Just because someone has an incredible connection does not mean that they should be romantically involved. I love seeing a strong friendship and I'm glad the show ventured into some flirtation but did not make them a couple in the end. (Also I was a Ted/Trent shipper even though I knew that would never be canon)

U. Three favorite characters from three different fandoms and why they're your favorites.

Brian Kinney - forever and always. He has principles, but he develops and becomes flexible. He has trauma, and he wants better for those he cares about. He doesn't care if you like him. He makes you wonder, does he like himself?

Anthony Janthony Crowley - he is a demon, he's better than most angels. He has no gender and every gender. He's got a snarl but he loves plants and kids (children or goats? yes) and one (1) angel. He's traumatized.

Lucius Spriggs - he doesn't think he's cute but he's decided to carry himself like he is. He has a past as a pickpocket, but it's a mystery. He is the Emmett Honeycutt of OFMD (another favorite but the rules are the rules).

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms?

I am very happy for my friends in the 911 fandom for the bisexual thing that happened. In fact, I was able to tell my spouse that they should go ahead and watch this week's episode because of it. Oh and Hannibal. Everyone loves Hannibal. I think I've seen the entire series in gifs. But if something is on my dash enough and I've determined I'm not compelled by the power of the gifs, I end up blocking the tag for ease of scrolling.

#ask games #ask winderlylandchime #haxprocess #queer as folk #good omens #ted lasso #our flag means death #911 abc #hannibal

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I’m trying to find a fic where Crowley writes an online blog or something anonymously, and then Aziraphale figures it out over time? Or any fics like that. Thank you for having this blog loll

Hello. Here are some fics which feature Crowley being online and Aziraphale finding out...

Janthony by SatanSpawnedNougat (G)

Where Aziraphale learns about Crowley’s secret review blog. Just as he also discovers where the ‘J’ in his name really stands for.

Songs in my Heart by Lea_Amell (M)

Crowley has loved Aziraphle for 6000 years, and Aziraphale finds out wehen he stumbles upon crowley's blog.

When is a Blog not a Blog? by Iocane (G)

Crowley had often talked to God but he had never actually prayed.

If he did, it would be that Aziraphale never discovers Crowley's blog.

(i'd rather be) in the palm of your hand by seashadows (E)

It was…intriguing, Aziraphale had to admit. “Curiosity killed the cat,” he told himself sternly. But then, satisfaction brought it back – wasn’t that the rest of the saying? However it went, he could already tell that he would be fretting the night away if he didn’t give in to temptation.

(Aziraphale discovers that Crowley satisfied his loneliness in the previous decade by posting intimate videos of himself online - videos that Aziraphale himself was never meant to see.)

To Fools and Stars by NebulaEyes (T)

After a visit from Adam ends with an upgraded computer and a blogging profile, Aziraphale is soon talking with someone who seems to be in the same predicament his own heart is in. What will happen when he realizes just how much this person relates to his situation? What will be said? Will it all work out?

Veni Vino Vegas (I Came, I Got Drunk, I Got Married) by A_N_D (T)

After a whirlwind drunken evening, author Az Fell came home from Rom-Con without his heirloom pinkie ring – but with a wedding license from a 24-hour Las Vegas chapel. Elsewhere, book fan Tony Crowley woke up with a hangover, vague memories, and a brand new ring he’s only seen in author photos.

Mutually attracted, mutually terrified the other one thinks it was all a regrettable mistake, they turn to their dear but anonymous online friend to vent and ask for advice.

…Maybe they should tell each other their screennames someday.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #blogger crowley #secret identity #mod d

[magnaflourious-nerdity]

🛒 ❌ 🤩🍦

I'm. So mad.

I just wrote so much in response to this. I was about to hit post. And then.....

So here's try number 2. Probably much shorter lol.

🛒- What kind of themes, imagery scenes offer or repeatedly appear in your work?

If its horror it usually psychological in nature or source and it usually has a water scene. A lot of unseen creeping.

I love a character who usually puts on a strong face bring forced to rely on others especially in a found family capacity.

Whump is a big part of that for me too.

I write a surprising amount of just like, slice of life cute daily scenes.

And I am a pretty big fan of the whole love-confession-as-I'm-injured-and-losing-conciousness-because-I-think-I'm-gonna-die-and-so-I-need-to-tell-you-how-much-i-truly-care-about-you-as-I-sacrifice-myself-so-that-you-may-live, sort of thing. It's always a crowd pleaser (it's me I'm the crowd of 1)

❌️ What tropes do you not like/hate to write

Controversial opinion maybe? I don't like to write Soulmate AUs. I only ever read them once in a while maybe if it's interesting on a conceptual level, like they change up the formula, but. ... I as a person don't believe in soul mates or destiny so very hard for me to get into. (But I appreciate the ppl who do write it. It's just not my thing.)

Also certain AUs mu writing just doesn't vibe with even though I do respect them as Aus. Like Mafia AUs or Serial Killer AUs. I don't think I could hack it, but I respect what u do.

🤩 What kind of characters do you like to write.

My favorite is "Bisexual Disaster, just trying their best, who is also just, some guy"

Examples may include, but are not limited to:

Phoenix Wright (or literally anyone from Ace Attorney Ever)

Barry Allen

Sokka Watertribe

Stede Bonnet

Stiles Stilinski

Xie Lian

Ranma Saotome

Lina Inverse

Anthony Janthony Crowley

Geralt of Rivia

And others that I can't think of bc im bad at thinking of thing when I need to.

I also love characters unhinged in their impulse control with a zest for life that borders on terrifying:

Maya Fey

Truly Wright

Merton J. Dingle

Ed "Blackbeard" Teach

Zuko Firebender

Klaus Hargreaves

Cecil Palmer

Aziraphael

It's a real grab bag!

🍦- What's the sweetest fic you've written?

Probably the one I wrote for you tbh, the GothicWolf Marriage? That was a really sappy one. I still like it tho: Pick a Four-Leaf Clover.

I need to write more and put it out rather than just keep banging away at snippets on random docs lol. Rip to the first response to this post. Thanks for the ask!

[potassium-boron]

I know that they’re not together anymore, but should I start writing Janthony fics again? Just for fun and for an emotional outlet?

[jazzytomdayafp]

if tou were to go shopping with jasmine, what would you do, what would you buy etc? asking for my fanfic Renewed Family a delusion janthony fic😭😭

Definitely Forever 21 for me i'd get crop tops for her idrk she changes her style.