#singlecrow

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Islamic References, the Arrangement required Aziraphale to tempt people, to TEMPT PEOPLE, please consider this in the excruciating detail I have Summary:

“Sahib,” Aziraphale says. “I am not named for Israfel. I am the one to whom Allah gave the name.”

Five times Aziraphale attempted to tempt a human being and failed, utterly and completely, in service of God’s plan.

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the one, SINGLE, line that hit me right in the heart, that I cannot believe that I did not see :

Something. That they can’t have, without Aziraphale asking them first. If Aziraphale doesn’t ask, it’s temptation.

Let me read you a story! I am thrilled to present my entry into the Awesome Ladies Podfic Anthology X, a story inspired by NASA’s Mars: Explorers Wanted posters. This is an absolutely gorgeous piece, melancholy yet hopeful, about getting old, the limits of possibility, and the ways in which one journeys into the future.

A slightly edited version of this story is included in @singlecrow​’s extremely rich and satisfying anthology of speculative stories, Not For Use in Navigation, which I read last year and recommend highly. 

I cannot thank them enough for writing and sharing this, and for allowing transformative works.

your shadow at evening, rising to meet you, a story by Raven (singlecrow) inspired by NASA’s Journey to Mars posters and read by CompassRose, 16:13 (includes freetalk)

Rating: General

Original characters

No archive warnings apply

I made two covers for this one, and couldn’t decide between them; one is frankly and directly inspired by the posters and the other is inspired by the story (and by my memory of the covers of science fiction novels in the 70s and 80s). 

Author: singlecrow

Fandom: X-Men

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Charles “Professor X” Xavier/Erik “Magneto” Lehnsherr

Summary: Erik runs a kosher bakery. Charles comes in for baked goods. They play chess, eat meringues, people drop other people's keys down the toilet, and there's mutant performance art.

‘Busy day at work, was it?’ Phryne asked, leaning over to top up Mac’s glass from the amber bottle between them on the occasional table.

Mac blinked. ‘What?’

Phryne tilted her head. ‘I asked if you’d had a busy day at the women’s hospital.’

‘Oh! I suppose so.’

Phryne waited a moment, but nothing else was forthcoming.

‘I ask,’ she said, ‘because it’s eight in the evening and you’re practically falling asleep. It’s not as if you’ve even had much of a drink yet.’

Mac, slumped halfway down one of the matching armchairs, made a show of trying to sit up straight and taking a sip from her glass.

‘I’m awake,’ she said. ‘I’m paying attention. I’m sorry, Phryne, I’m just a bit sleepy. I was run off my feet today. I’ll perk up in a minute, I promise.’

Phryne sighed. ‘That wasn’t what I meant. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. Shall I get Mr Butler to make up your room, and you can just go to bed?’

‘No!’ Mac insisted. ‘We said we’d spend the evening catching up, and that’s what we’re going to do. How are you?’

‘Oh, I’m fine,’ said Phryne. ‘I had quite a busy day too. This morning I had breakfast with the King of England and this afternoon I turned into a blueberry. It was most disconcerting.’

‘Hmm,’ said Mac encouragingly. Her eyes were closed.

‘Won’t you at least come and lie on the chaise longue for a minute?’ Phryne suggested. ‘Come on now, that’s the way.’

She grabbed the unprotesting Mac by the elbows and pulled her to her feet and across the room. She dropped her on the chaise longue and sat on the end of it to manoeuvre her into a more comfortable position. Mac wriggled her head right into Phryne’s lap, one arm splayed across her friend’s knees. She drew her feet up onto the chaise.

Phryne grabbed the folded blanket from the backrest and draped it over her, tucking it around her shoulders. Mac didn’t even stir. Phryne stroked a loose strand of hair away from her face and smiled.

Oh wow I have heard so much about this but never quite believed it really existed. (My Aussie friends like to troll me, apparently.) But now I'm all feelingsy about The Light On The Hill, oh dear.