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Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
23 Jul 2023
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Crowley was, in the grand scheme of things, an unremarkable snake-cursed being. What had he ever done to deserve an Eightfold-Hallowed Cat as his quasi-future-mother-in-law?
In which Crowley shares a nightcap with a Cat, and Aziraphale can do proper magic.
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AZIRAPHALE: In the beginning, we woke up in the Good Place--
CROWLEY: I told you, Aziraphale. This can't be the Good Place.
AZIRAPHALE: (cont'd) --and Eric introduced us as soulmates, which was just lovely.
Crowley SPLUTTERS.
AZIRAPHALE: But unfortunately, all was not as happy as it initially seemed.Or, watch Aziraphale and Crowley navigate the shenanigans of a Good Place neighbourhood run by Eric, as a very cracky love story attempts to unfold.
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He keeps holding my hand, did I mention we're holding hands now?! Because we are. It’s a thing. It’s bloody fantastic, it is. But you see why I can’t bollocks this up.
Or, the one where Aziraphale and Crowley both repeatedly write to the same problems page for relationship advice. Misunderstandings, shenanigans, and dramatic irony ensue.
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Was it his fault the angel took such damnably cute selfies? All Crowley had wanted was to see more selfies of his angel.
In which Aziraphale refuses to Snap back, and Crowley refuses to believe in the Snapchat ghost.
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- Part 9 of BT Tower Telephone Group E
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BT Tower Telephone Group E by CatofApocalypse, doitwithstyleevents, EdnaV, elf_on_the_shelf, idealPeriWren, Janara, Mackaley, mehrto, Thyra279
Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Original Work
26 Sep 2020
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A series of works made for group E in the 2020 Good Omens BT Tower Telephone event, run by Do It With Style events!
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...galinda has adhd. (that's it. that's the fic)
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- Part 5 of pink goes good with green
Bookmarked by idealPeriWren
01 Jan 2025
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the comfort of their touch (it cuts right through this emptiness) by wick_de_la_vela
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
12 Sep 2024
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Aziraphale and Crowley hold each other and are held in return.
OR: 6028 years + 17 hugs + 1 first kiss = the slow burn to end all slow burns
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- English
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06 Sep 2021
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Chapter 11 Quote:
“We’ve been watching you, witch. You have performed unholy magicks to your own ends. You have consorted with snake-eyed devils, imbibed drink with them! If you are a servant to a Lord, it cannot be the same one we serve.”“Oh. Oh dear,” Aziraphale frets, twisting his hands together nervously. How long has it been since Crowley had last visited? A week? Two? How long have these supposed ‘witchfinders’ been planning this? “I assure you, that ‘snake-eyed devil’ is really a rather lovely fellow. He merely has a… condition.
“Like you, Jack,” he faces the gathered mob, seeks out one at the back with his face shrouded in night’s shadow. “You have those simply awful cataracts. They make it hard to see, I know, but they also have turned your pupils a strange color, one some may find unsettling if they were to happen upon unexpectedly. But no one thinks you to be a devil, do they? Or you, Thomas, I know your dear mother suffers the same.”
The gathered people begin to mutter amongst themselves, doubt having begun to worm its way in.
Hopkins, sensing control slipping away from him, raises a hand. A hush falls over the crowd. They turn back to Aziraphale, eyes intent and glittering from the light of so many torches.
“See how the witch lies, how it pits you against each other, makes you second-guess the evidence presented. Henry Brewer! Did you not say you observed this sinful creature do things impossible for the common man, accomplished simply with the snap of its fingers?”
“Aye, sir. I did,” says Henry Brewer. “Sure as I’m standin’ here, I saw Father Fell, er—the witch summon a cask of wine wi’ just a snap, an’ he shared it with that devil. An’ then, just two days ago, I saw ‘im lay hands on Pete’s little daughter, Elizabeth. She had the scarlet fever, you know.”
The congregation murmurs. They know.
“And just the next minute she was up an’ walking around like nothing was the matter with her!”
“Witchcraft!” one of the gathered shouts. The cry goes up among the group. “Witchcraft! Witchcraft!”
“Good people, would you please calm yourselves,” Aziraphale cries, hands raised. “This is all just a big misunderstanding, like I said. I’m merely—”
“Merely what?” Hopkins cuts him off, keen and sensing weakness in his quarry. “Can you say with all honesty, in the eyes of the Lord our God, that you are human?”
Aziraphale looks up at the sky, imagines Her looking down at him, and he cannot lie. Angels do not lie. “No,” he breathes, shoulders slumping.
The hunt draws near its end. Hopkins steps forward. “Richard, Edwin, bind the witch, or the demon, if that is what it truly is. Its trial will be in the morning. Don’t worry,” he says to Aziraphale as the men move to tie the length of rope around his wrists. “We’ve got the knack of it by now. Your hanging will be quick.”
“But I’m not a demon either,” he protests weakly.
Chapter 12 Quote:
The angel cants his head to the side, shrewdly calculating. “Since this is demonic activity, and since you've come aboard my ship, I’m afraid I will have to put a stop to all this nonsense. And, unfortunately for you, I am quite good with a blade.” Aziraphale straightens out the embroidered blue cuffs of his uniform, prim as can be, then draws his saber and levels it at the demon, so close her eyes cross just to follow the movement. “En garde,” he says simply, then strikes.Crowley leaps back, yanking her cutlass out of its sheath with just enough time to block the blow. “Oi! That’s not fair! You’re supposed to gnh”—Aziraphale feints toward her left side, then darts around to her right. Crowley catches it just in time to parry—“You’re supposed to let me get ready before you go! That’s what ‘en garde’ means!” She swipes sloppily at the angel’s head, but he ducks out of range before it can land.
“Does it?” Aziraphale asks, dancing forward to meet the demon’s blade with a flurry of blows. “You know I’m rusty with French.”
“Can you actually be rusty when you were never that good to begin with?” Crowley grins at him. The burst of adrenaline in her veins making her giddy.
“You fiend!” Aziraphale retorts, but an answering smile tugs at his mouth. His next hit is harder, making the demon stumble back a few paces. Crowley snorts, shakes her head, then lunges at the angel to catch him by surprise, two hands wrapped around the hilt for a more powerful blow.
Aziraphale, instead of dodging to the side like she’d expected, steps forward and catches one of her wrists, twisting her fingers back far enough to make her drop the cutlass.
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Gifts of Spring by Calamityjim for LetoaSai
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
25 Dec 2024
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Link’s duty to the people had always been a gift he had freely given. When it is twisted into a cage, Link throws himself upon Farore’s mercy. She has always loved him and is more than willing to give Link something he never would have thought to ask for himself: a fresh start with a people who do not need him to save them.
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- Part 1 of Those Who Wander
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26 Dec 2024
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Young Tom Riddle watches Dumbledore set his wardrobe on fire and thinks it’s the coolest thing ever. From that point on, Tom only wishes to become a man as great as his Professor. Dumbledore really, really doesn’t know how to deal with the little psycho kid following him around.
Series of short drabbles and snippets into the life of Tom Riddle, star pupil, future Transfigurations master, and president of the Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Fan Club (the APWBDFC, for short).
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28 Dec 2021
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unaware i'm tearing you asunder by hendecagrisms
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
12 Sep 2023
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The pieces were starting to click into place, aligning to create a deeply disturbing picture.
“Are you seriously saying you’ll become a missing person and fake your death for this stupid homecoming plan?” Jason interrupted, his voice full of as much judgmental incredulity as possible.
The kid’s eyes skated back over to him, his face twitching into a brief frown. “What? No.” A pause. “I mean, we could do that instead, if you wanted. But to fool Batman I’d need facial reconstruction surgery and new papers and it would all have to be untraceable—,” he broke off with a scoff, shaking his head slightly.
“No, it’s just smarter and more cost-efficient to do it for real.”
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Tim learns about Jason Todd's return, does some research on the Lazarus Pit, and realizes that there might be a way to solve multiple problems all at once: removing himself from the picture.
For some strange reason, the Red Hood doesn't seem keen on cooperating.
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13 Dec 2024
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Between one rapid blink and the next, Tim’s vision seemed to clear enough to process where he was, because his hand immediately froze in place.It was like he was determined to ignore all of his most helpful survival instincts. Jason scowled, and Tim’s hand jerked away from his side as though magnetically repulsed, which only made his frown deepen.
“… Morning,” Tim said hoarsely, settling back into a sitting position and casually moving his hands to sit open and empty in his lap.
“Not even close,” Jason snorted, tapping his wristwatch. “Schedule got you a little nocturnal, Batboy? That’s no good. You’re supposed to learn in school, not sleep through it.”
Beyond all the blatant, irritating signs of surrender, Tim’s body language was hard to parse. He wasn’t familiar enough with the kid to tell what was normal and what might be telling.
The eye roll, however, was clear enough.
“Good thing I’m not in school anymore, then,” he shot back.
Jason squinted. These days, Robin might not have been as prepubescent a role as it had started, but there was no way the kid was older than sixteen.
Even then, it was a short sixteen. Jason would’ve guessed younger if he hadn’t seen the kid’s birth certificate.
“Early graduation?” he guessed, a little impressed despite himself.
He’d loved school, remembered working hard to ace all his classes, but between his late start and the semi-frequent vigilantism-caused absences, he’d never gotten ahead enough to think about jumping a grade.
“Dropped out,” Tim corrected, making all of Jason’s thoughts grind to a standstill.
“What? Why?” he asked, genuinely bewildered.
Tim gave him a look like he was the one who was strange, and scooted toward the edge of the bed. “I had more important things to do. Plus, it makes things simpler. Switching to ‘homeschooling’ means there’s nobody to notice me missing.”
Jason wished he believed the kid was talking about vigilantism-caused absences. “What about your uncle?”
Tim didn’t do anything as blatant as freeze, but he very distinctly didn’t react to the question, which was a tell in itself. “My uncle isn’t really relevant to the situation. He’s a nonissue.”
Translation: the guy didn’t give a shit about him. Not surprising, seeing as he’d apparently missed every red flag from the kid living under his roof. Why had the kid’s dad even put him in the will in the first place?
“Is that so.” Jason didn’t bother keeping the curl of disdain from his voice.
“Not like that,” Tim insisted, frowning. “He just never asked for a kid like me to be dumped on him, that’s all. His work helps people, it’s important, and I’m just in the way. It’s better that I get out of his hair sooner rather than later.”
Or maybe this uncle hadn’t missed the suicidal kid under his roof. Maybe it would make his life easier if his new responsibility disappeared. Maybe he was betting on it.
“Right,” Jason said, dropping the topic. “Well, grab your shit.”
Tim paused. “What? Why?”
“I’ve got business to attend to, and you still haven’t earned my faith yet,” he replied, grabbing his helmet and stowing it in his bag. “Don’t worry, you can keep sleeping the day away in the car.”
That, of all things, earned him a twitch of embarrassment. The kid stifled it, leaning forward intently. “What kind of business?”
Oh, he’d walked himself into that one. “Nunya.”