Khiroptera
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NSFW fanart for Good Omens, specifically aziraphale/crowley.
mostly soft, pastel and full of shippy lovey-dovey mush because that's what i enjoy.
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Aziraphale’s wrists were captured first. No, not captured – willingly given. Bound to the angel’s back. Then, Crowley tied the rope around her chest and waist and Aziraphale’s body followed the demon’s will, pliant, bending and tensing under her lover’s command.
Crowley is so good. So good to her. Aziraphale can feel the warmth of her sunlight gaze on her face even as she keeps her eyes closed.
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(Fanart) grocery shopping by gingerhaole, Khiroptera
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
31 May 2020
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happy one year anniversary to TV Omens! and happy 30 year anniversary to Book Omens!
aziraphale and crowley go out grocery shopping and look ridiculously sweet while they do.
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(Fanart) go for a picnic by Khiroptera for weatheredlaw
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
26 May 2020
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happy one year anniversary to TV Omens! and happy 30 year anniversary to Book Omens!
aziraphale and crowley have a picnic out in the country.
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Crowley's a demon, but he has snakey habits, such as being cold-blooded. It isn't usually a problem except in winter, and this is his first winter together with Aziraphale in their cottage. Aziraphale, being an angel, radiates divine heat, and Crowley's just so cold... maybe he can just snuggle up to him for a little while...
(you all know they end up screwing)
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A series of fics about my dwarf Warden, Kara Brosca. Takes place before, during and after the Fifth Blight. Pretty much just a place to throw all my ideas and feelings about my character-- I don't plan on writing out every single moment in her adventures.
This series is in chronological order (though as we all know, the timeline of events in Origins is a little dodgy).
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“What’s this?” Ed says, and tilts the mug towards his eyeline. He’s been doing a good job, so far, of looking everywhere except at Stede.
“Tea in its natural state,” Stede says. “You don’t have to drink it. I didn’t really ask you here for tea.”
Ed hunches like a child, but his hair and stubble is grey as a silverfish. He sounds as bitter as the tea when he says, “What did you really ask me here for, then?”
Or: After Stede comes back to Edward, they both look for forgiveness, and relief.
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Stede comes back.
Ed does too. It just takes a little longer.
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It feels natural, enjoying happiness. It’s fresh and new. And very quiet.
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That was the very day Stede realized that every time Ed taught him a different way to stay alive, it really meant ‘I love you.’
But Ed went away to make his fortune and his ship was taken by the Dread Pirate Blackbeard. Now ten years later and on the cusp of his wedding to Princess Mary, Stede discovers himself being kidnapped by a band of pirates who are themselves being pursued by a man in black.
Or, once you find yourself in a love story, you can't just up and leave.
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Look, Ed’s seen plenty of mirages before.
Oh, sure, he’s been strung out on sun and rum loads of times, his perpetually underhydrated tongue too heavy in his own mouth to be real. He’s seen the fizzling edges of so much might-actually-be-there-this-time freaky shit. Woulda offered up his own heart to any number of phantom mermaids hoping to dash him up against their big, scary rocks. Even addled past all reason, though, Ed knows the trick behind gambling away his own heart.
He doesn’t have one. So, what had there ever been to lose?
The point is: Ed knows when something looks like it’s there, but isn’t really there. He knows when someone seems to be dripping blood and saltwater on the ship’s floor right in front of him, but then again, it couldn’t be. Nothing (no one) is to be trusted, let alone his own senses.
Still, he’s gotta hand it to this particular illusion. It’s captured Stede down to every last wisp of golden hair.