I Will Break My Chains and Eat My Enemies

1. If you see this post, highly recommend taking it as an opportunity to set a timer for 15 minutes and switch over to ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY. if after those 15 minutes, you want to go back to scrolling, that's okay!

2. Huge shout out to this popping up in my notifs often, bc I do go back to activity.

So... Larping.

In my head: ah! The archaic form of the letter s! Being a casual scholar of linguistics myself I am well aware that though it resembles the letter f in modern typography in fact it is phonetically identical to s! How foolish it would be to stumble into such a simple lexiconical pitfall!

Like this. And it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful to hear a soliloquy I loved so much already, and have it come to life in a way it never, ever, did before. I feel like I grasp his motivations, his twists and turns, no longer on an academic level but on a visceral, instinctive one. Because he’s presenting his mental and emotional journey in a way that speaks honestly, like a real person.

A series of Good Omens fanfics by me, Pendragyn on AO3. Works: 11. Total word count as of 5 July 26: 388,370 Complete? Ahahahaha Nope.

So, this was going to be a single short story. Ahahahahahaha. Anyway, apparently I can’t write short stories, so here’s a bunch of (mostly) long-form book-style fanfics.

In The Garden; ~45666 words, 8/8 chs. Meant to be unshared worldbuilding but then it went off the rails. Updated 16 July 2020

There were two angels sent to guard the Garden of Eden. They had never been meant to be friends, those two odd angels that didn’t quite fit in. Their bosses had expected them to be wary of one another, to even be sworn enemies one day; all part of the Great Plan. Perhaps they should have told them that. Or perhaps not.

Serpents and Ladders; ~19k words, 7/7 chs. More worldbuilding, more rails left in the dust. Updated 02 Dec 2019

The Garden of Eden is gone and Aziraphale and Crawly have been sent back to heaven and warned to forget they even met. Oddly enough, they do not listen.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; ~9k words. 2/2 chs. I gave myself feels and it hurts. Updated 02 Nov 2019

It all comes back to the church in 1941, and what happened and almost happened and thankfully didn’t happen after the church.

The Key; 3666 words. A stray writing prompt helps me get back on track. Posted 16 May 2021

it’s 1981 and Crowley has decided to purchase a flat, but the snobby agent won’t approve the application without a character reference. Who else can they call on but Aziraphale?

Stacking The Deck; ~1800 words. The world is building itself at this point. Posted 22 Sept 2019

We got to see the shuffle, but someone else decided to stack the deck. (This is a story about Harriet Dowling because moms deserve good stories too.)

Nature vs Nurture; ~29k words, 8/? chs. I think it’s pretty clear where this went in regards to worldbuilding and rails. Updated 29 Feb 2020 - updates (still) in the works

It’s all in the upbringing. But what do an angel or a demon really know about raising a (mostly) human child?

Setting Things To Rights; 2666 words. Saw a prompt on tumblr that was too spot on to not write it. Posted 22 June 2020

The night after the almost apocalypse, Adam Young gets a visit from the ghost of Agnes Nutter, and she helps him sort out a few worrisome loose ends left over from the world not ending.

The Eyes Are The Windows Of The Soul; 1443 words. Another prompted fic, this one more of the missing Sunday scene. Posted 23 May 2021

Crowley-as-Aziraphale’s and Aziraphale-as-Crowley’s time waiting to meet themselves in the park. 666 words for Crowley, 777 words for Aziraphale ;}

∞ Ineffable Bastards; 275k words, 42/?? chs. An ongoing opus with a lot of worldbuilding. (youdontsay.jpg) Rails highly ineffective. Send help. Ch 22 revision complete as of 5 July 2026

The world didn’t end, but everything changed, and the reformed angel and the former demon decide to forge a new path together after breaking free, and neither hell nor holy water is going to stop them now. They have their own side to look out for, and it’s a lot bigger than just the two of them. Which is good because you can’t fight heaven and hell alone. (Well you can try, but…) Along the way they make an arrangement of mutual trust with some witches and wizards and end up saving the world, and each other, again.

Wilde Card; 2666 words, a true demonic miracle. 2/2 ch. Updated 11 Nov 2019

So I had an idea about why Aziraphale had a complete set of Oscar Wilde writings. And how they had probably left a trail of infatuated and disappointed humans in their wake in all those clubs they’d gone to for intellectual stimulation and a good meal and dance lessons.

Apple Of My Eye; 413 words. Complete and utter fluffy sweet silliness inspired by a tumblr post. Posted 02 Feb 2020

Crowley comes across a pair of very novel novelty glasses and just has to show them to Aziraphale. There are a lot of puns.

…Revisions for Ineffable Bastards are in full swing (week 2 baybee!) because that’s my emotional support fanfic, and that will hopefully result in more chapters getting written. Not counting the occasional interruption from stray writing prompts. 💜∞