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I miss yelling about fic and writing tiny twitter/tumblr ficlets and actually getting lil responses. The good omens fandom is wonderful but it feels.. Empty, at least for me. I haven't spoken to a single person except my spouse (thank you for listening to my ramblings and I love hearings yours). But it was very inspiring to just throw shit at each other. Maybe my problem is the unability to make friends? Anyway. (back to writing fic in my loneliness)
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"Can you hear it?" Crowley asked, not taking his eyes of the sky, looking far and beyond human eyesight, through the galaxies and every star he had once made. He nestled in there, safe among the bodies of burning gas. Their warmth radiated into his soul and melted the ice that had built there for so many years, he allowed it to heat up and become alive once more. So when he opened his eyes to meet Aziraphale's again, his eyes were lit with that same star fire.
"Hear what?" His senses were all but focused on the burning yellow eyes staring into his own.
"The wind, it's singing our names with the leaves and grass as its voice." Crowley took a step closer to Aziraphale, not letting his eyes falter. "It's a song of gratitude, for promising a tomorrow to come."
Aziraphale visibly swallowed, so close to the demon their noses were almost touching. It had only been a mere couple of hours since they had averted the apocalypse, and they really should be heading home, it was begging to get awfully late. But they found themselves wanting to stay just a little bit longer, the time stretching for each passing minute. Not wanting this – whatever this moment was, to pass, not yet.
"You always had a connection to nature that I don't think even the holiest of angels processes. Earth saw you and recognized you for what you are and allowed you into their roots."
Crowley held a hand up and brushed Aziraphale's lips ever so softly with his thumb, the angel shuddered at the touch, closing his eyes.
"And yet nature never stood a chance to compete against your beauty, dear angel."
Aziraphale opened his eyes again just to see Crowley press their lips together. A soft ginger touch with a question in its flavour. Was this okay? They had done it, the Earth was here to stay and so were they.
Aziraphale returned the kiss with the feeling of devotion that had matured through millennia, that had grown into what he had realised to be love.
Crowley laced their hands together and Aziraphale could feel, in that moment what the demon must be feeling each passing moment and had since the day he had been placed upon this earth alongside the humans and himself. Aziraphale felt how deep the roots of the Earth went, so many lives of people, plants and animals alike tangled up in it. And to think that Heaven and Hell was just going to let it all go up in flames or white light? Let it all go to waste?
They had walked among the humans since they were first created, Earth had provided a home for them.
Parting from the kiss they looked at each other with newfound understanding, safety to be themselves and to be together. Hands still interlocked they looked up together now, and saw the stars wink back at them, a shooting star raining down upon the Earth. It was protected, and anyone be damned who ever tried to take it from them again.
This is me, old as fuck. Trying to figure out how to make one of these informative pinned posts.
Note: This is technically a side blog so follows would come from main horrorriz, please don't follow that one back lol.
I'm Riz, I have been in the Gotham fandom it feels forever. Met the love of my life through it, married with rings engraved "Worthless to one - Priceless to two". And yes that is information that is crucial to know about me.
(edit: this is former insanekingy, decided to change username finally)
I originally just liked to draw, it never conveyed the feelings as I wanted. So I started to write again, and continued and continued.
I then had a bit of break because life. Back at it again now with vengence. Planning lots of Good Omens, finishing ongoing Gotham fics in the background. Please be patient with me. + stupid Baldur's Gate 3 brainrot that is slowly driving me insane.
Ask is open. Prompts for fics for Gotham and Good Omens is VERY open. I love challenges, I love exploring emotions and finding poetic ways to describe them, so hit me up with those prompts. Or other asks. Really.
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Yesterday I realized I have been obsessed with this damn batman show since 2017. For 6 years I have thought of these villains and what makes their mind tick.
I've met so many people, met a few life long friends and the love of my life. This show made me get fucking married???
I also started to write after having been told for years I couldn't and suddenly I had so much going on and I've never found a creative outlet I liked more tbh.
How have it already been so long...
The strangest thing is being back on Tumblr and seeing all these NEW Gothamites with new ideas, takes and reactions to things and it's so refreshing and makes me so happy. As it should be.
Anyway that's my two takes of life because of Gotham.
Not to get real on Tumblr but also, totally getting real on Tumblr.
This stupid app gave me the love of my life and for that I'm eternally grateful for. Ao3 have equal blame in this.
And for all you people out there. There is one thing having mutuals or friends sharing the same fandom, it's lovely getting to yell about the same things. Having a fic writing mutual is even better, go nuts together. If your significant other also likes the fandom, absolutely glorious. Having your significant other be absolutely feral over the same fandoms and also writing fic and you both just always writing shit for each other and being all excited about it and that's literally how you met? People, listen listen. That is life. I'm so endlessly happy.
Just wanted to share that excitement. Okay.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Aziraphale and Crowley Met Before The Fall (Good Omens), Crowley and Aziraphale both fall, Demon Aziraphale (Good Omens), Pre-Fall Crowley (Good Omens), Dark Crowley (Good Omens), Dark Aziraphale (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), somewhat reversed roles, Angst, Kissing, angsty pining, Sassy Aziraphale (Good Omens), he have a lot of attitude in this, this was originally going to be a hurt/no comfort but, Hurt/Comfort, okay just a smidge of comfort, just enough for the author and readers alike not to bawl our eyes out, Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Characters to be added Summary:
Aziraphale listened with curious ears as the redheaded stranger of an angel exclaimed in distress what would happen to his beautiful universe he had only just created, that he had worked so hard on. After a little while he leaned forward, smile brilliant and simply told the other angel. “I’ll help.” Naturally, this didn’t go down as either angel had planned, and they fell — together.
Next thing Ed knew, he was taking a deep breath, eyes staring back at the wooden door leading into the town house filled with memories of anguish and fear. There is nothing more he wanted in that moment than to turn around and run, run until his legs stopped carrying him like he had done that night —promising never to come back, yet here he was. He turned, ready to succumb to his fears when a hand grabbed his shoulder. “We came this far, don’t let him rule you any further.” Ed gave him a timid nod, still insecure, turned back and knocked. It felt odd to be a visitor —uninvited at that, of your own home. Still this wasn’t his home, not anymore. Oswald and his apartment had become far more than this grimey old stone house had ever been, sometimes it even felt like they could be part of a family —was that even a real concept, more importantly, was it something Edward deserved? The door came flying open, a tall, lanky man with neatly combed back brown hair stuck his head out. He could’ve likely been described as quite the catch in his younger days, perhaps still for the right crowd —if it had not been for those wild eyes, burning with hatred. “I thought I told you to get out of my sight and never come back.” (...continue reading A heist for your heart - Chapter 5 on ao3)
They had not only become partners with a motive to escape these past nine months, no. The comfort of their friendship offered far more than that, a calm he had not felt since the time Oswald had rescued him from Arkham, given him a purpose, a life to fight for. Meaning in the turmoil that had always stormed inside his mind. He had felt like it was home. Gotham was not his home, he had no desire to fight or put his life on the line for this pile of ash the city was rapidly coming to. Oswald was his home, perhaps he had been for a long time, only Ed had been too blind to see it. Regardless, he could not stay here to listen to the screams of the city dying with Oswald in the front lines. He could not get into the submarine and escape with head between his legs like a scared animal either. He too could fight for what mattered to him, he would fight for Oswald. (...continue reading Don’t call me home yet on ao3)
