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a pothos by any other name

or: crowley loses aziraphale. one of his houseplants notices.

🪴 rated t 🪴 3.5k words 🪴 second person pov/outsider pov

shout out to @curiouspupsicle for the open invitation to chat about our first good omens fics for throwback thursday!! ♡

i joined the fandom a few months after s2 dropped, and similar to pup, i was initially overwhelmed and a bit intimidated by the sheer volume of fic. there were already so many great fix-its at that time, and i wasn't really interested in trying to tackle my own or offer any serious s3 speculation.

this idea actually came to me while doing my plant chores and thinking about crowley neglecting his plants because of the Big Sads. then i started thinking about aziraphale noticing that crowley was neglecting his plants, and it spiraled from there.

this fic offered the perfect excuse to dump my houseplant lore (calathea hater nation RISE UP) while simultaneously working through the post-s2 angst with some levity and humor. i decided to use second person pov primarily as a fun way to circumvent writing in aziraphale/crowley's voice because i didn't feel super confident with either at the time.

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Please accept this offering featuring art student Crowley, librarian Aziraphale, fabulous Eric and drag show shenanigans!

Figuring It Out

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: E

Spring has come to London, and with it, fresh possibilities. Anthony Crowley--determined to finally follow through on old dreams--signs up for a couple of classes as he tries to revisit what he loves best, get out of a rut, and get back into his career as a freelancer. Aziraphale works as a librarian not far from St. Lucius' School of Fine Art, and when his neighbour and friend, Anathema, asks if he would be interested in a little side-gig as one of the life models for her Intermediate Figure Drawing class, he agrees.

That's not going to awaken things in anyone, right?

Read it here.

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Here's my first ever GO baby featuring Ace Crowley and Pan Azi!

When Hell Freezes Over

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: T

Words: 22k

“Not afraid at all,” the angel finally says. “I mean, maybe slightly afraid. You see, my editor-in-chief doesn’t know I’m here.” “He doesn’t?” “I was supposed to review the new production of Hamlet…” “The one with Ian McKellen?” “Yes, exactly, but Eve – Miss Gardner, that is – she’s been working so hard and she would love nothing more than to be taken seriously, and she thought Gabriel gave her this assignment for all the wrong reasons, you see – and, between us, knowing Gabriel, I’m quite sure she was right – and, and I realized she needed my assignment way more than I did. So, if you really must know, I just… gave it away.” “You what?!” “I gave it away!” the angel repeats, slightly distressed. “Let me get this straight: you traded the chance to review one of the most anticipated shows of the year to interview… little old me?” - (Or: Crowley is a magician with a new Inferno-inspired show opening in London, Aziraphale the angelic-looking journalist who's supposed to interview him. Crowley immediately tries his best to ruffle his feathers. Much to his surprise, though, Aziraphale isn't as pearl-clutchy as he looks. Things go as you'd expect.)

Read it here.

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Let's start a tag game! Reblog with a self-rec from your LGBTQ theme creations, and tag five more people! All fandoms welcome! This is a cute very short little rom com fic I wrote a couple of years back.

The art of being seen

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: G

Words: 3,410

Summary: Aziraphale believes sustained eye contact will help him find the one, shame his date won't take off his sunglasses.

Crowley landed in the chair opposite, doing something that at least resembled sitting, and Aziraphale’s belly unknotted, releasing a kaleidoscope of butterflies that banged relentlessly on his ribs. Everything about him was exquisite - his sharp cheekbones, the long line of his neck, and the small tuft of chest hair he could see under that silver scarf. He was extravagant yet stylish, muted yet bold, and Aziraphale scrunched the menu under his fist so tight he was sure it would rip in half. “So,” Crowley said, “I was thinking the Chateauneuf du Pape? Heard it’s a good vintage.” And that would have been the moment Aziraphale fell head over heels; if it wasn’t for the glasses. It was already darkening outside, and the restaurant had that warm glow of soft lighting and candlelight, and yet the man in front of him was still wearing his sunglasses, indoors. Ana’s words swam through Aziraphale’s mind: “stare into their eyes, and then you’ll know for certain.” How was he supposed to know now? Normally, the last thing Aziraphale wanted to do was stare into people’s eyes, and yet he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to gaze deep into Crowley’s and drink this man up. “Bit dark in here, isn’t it?” Aziraphale managed, as Crowley poured them both a glass.  “Suppose. Prefer it that way, like to live on the dark side,” Crowley said, perhaps he winked, Aziraphale wouldn’t know. There had to be a reason why he hadn’t taken them off.

Read it here

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

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I hope this June brings you joy, acceptance and visibility, and lots of colorful moments.

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“… Come here, Hal.” Hans shepherds Henry, lambskin-pale, to the crook of his neck, and threads fingers through hair as he shelters there. “Let me hear you.” So he does.

-amor et virtus, ch. 4. Art commissioned from @badookie

A birthday gift, for @liddlebirdnerd!

Oh, our little avian aficionado. Our ornithological enthusiast. I cannot sing your praises enough! Your stories are always so lovely, and inspiring, and they hit that perfect little ooey gooey center in my heart that reminds me time and time again why I love Hansry so much.

Below is a small portion of my thoughts on your work, spoiler free, because I encourage anyone who comes across this post to go and read these for yourself! You will not be disappointed!

amor et virtus is the best love letter to Hans and Henry I've read, and it hits on all the themes that I adore about those two. Their frienship, their shared hardships, Henry trying to be strong and Hans being there for him - as a comfort and a pillar of strength - when he finally breaks. This work lives rent free in my head, and I think of it quite often.

My Heart for Him to Hold is such a beautiful work showcasing Hans being his wonderful, competent, caring self - going out of his way to ensure everything is perfect so he could take care of Henry, as a friend and as a lover. To give Henry everything he needs. It's also a wonderful little character piece on Hans himself, his relationship with the various women in Henry's life, and how they relate to the women who shaped Hans' life. Also, there's chickens! I love Hans being a (reluctant) chicken boy.

To Love a Lord (Unfortunately) made me laugh so hard, despite the small emotional gut punches you threw in like a cheap shot when my back was turned. "His favorite color, yellow now he says, but you want to know what it might have been before the summer came." has been seared into my brain, and it perfectly encapsulates Hans wanting to know everything about Henry, not just as he is now, but the boy he'd been once. And it's cleverly written in a way that subverts expectations AND it's second person POV?! What in the hell, man!

So thank you for the work you've put into the fandom and community, for championing Henry being spoiled rotten and taken care of by his lord, his friend, his lover. And thank you for being one of my biggest inspirations for some of my own writing.

and not just implied canon either. not just an ambiguous confession that could be twisted to be platonic. not just subtext. not just a relationship confirmed by the creators after the fact. they are 100% undeniably canon.

they refer to each other as boyfriends. they talk openly with other characters about the fact that they're dating. they have an audible kiss. they say I love you in a way that is undeniably romantic. they openly flirt with each other.

and like. yeah canon is made up and whatever we want it to be yadda yadda. but like,, canon queer relationships, especially quality written queer relationships, are just,, RIDICULOUSLY hard to come by for some reason and jmart's relationship is so refreshing to me, especially because you can tell the writers actually care about it

and they're not the only ones! there's a canon lesbian couple! there are canon trans characters! there are literal statements with themes of transness and queerness and how that impacts people's experiences! there are explicitly queer background characters/relationships! jon is canonically asexual! (and jon's asexuality could be a whole other post for me—it feels so monumental as an asexual person to see somebody who is both canonically asexual and still has genuine romantic relationships)