In this house we hurt our idiots

The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Is now comin' true especially for me

And the reason is clear, it's because you are here

You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen”

“Top of the World” by The Carpenters

Art by Jylyellow

Artist: skullfragments (Sara)

tumblr: @skullfragments

Where to find you: here, same name on bluesky and ao3

Something you love to illustrate in Good Omens art: i always love to draw A&C being soft and silly! i’m here for all the fluff and all the chaos alike!

here’s the image in full. i was thinking about otters holding hands so they don’t float away from each other while drawing this🥰🥰

Fandom: Good Omens | Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley | Category: F/F | Rated: M | Chapters: 2/2 | Words: 14,200 | Author: scullyphile

Please enjoy this gay awakening story that takes place largely on the shores of Lake Michigan.

Huge thanks to my amazing beta, @spectrallydistracted for keeping me going and making my writing better at every turn.

And thank you to my friend @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon for the early cheer read of a little piece of this. I hope you like the rest. Good goblins tag @goodomensafterdark

Summary:

Aziraphale has been following the current all her life, going wherever it takes her. It's how she ended up in West Michigan instead of London. It's why she married the first man who saw her. One summer she joins a book club and learns what she's been missing. Crowley, the enchanting nomad who makes her laugh.

Excerpt:

Under Crowley’s adoring gaze, Aziraphale shifts and glances away, as if an errant spot on the wall is the most interesting thing in the room. It isn’t. Aziraphale is. There’s nothing and no one more fascinating in the entire world. Crowley’s heart might burst, seeing her lying like this with her shirt hanging open to reveal soft, fair skin. Crowley kisses a mole high atop Aziraphale’s collarbone. “How’d I get so lucky?” Crowley asks when she raises her head. “We really found each other again, after all these years? And you want me?” Aziraphale doesn’t answer with words, but her eyes fill with unshed tears. Her nod is nearly imperceptible, but it’s there. She’s here, in London, in Crowley’s flat. How?  This can’t be real.

suddenly I’m holding the world in my arms

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 3.04: The Devils Road TVLTwT/IWTVTwT Version.