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Mega Good Omens Fic Rec Post 5

What up, it’s back!

77 carefully-curated titles for your perusal today! As always, the fics are broken into the following categories: Jaunts through History/Canon, South Downs, Post-Apocalypse, Bus Ride/The Night Before/Heaven and Hell, AU/UA, Just Soft, Touch-Starved/Body Worship/Wings, Bonus, and H/C /Whump/BAMF. I don’t read smut fics but sometimes there are sexual elements to the stories and sometimes you get invested and then suddenly the author drops a smut chapter, so warnings where applicable.

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Aziraphale very nearly twinkled over his pasta as he licked the final remnants of its rich sauce from the tines of his fork. Enraptured by the flick of his pink tongue, Crowley watched helplessly and feigned boredom.

Across the restaurant, a chair scraped against the tiled floor. Crowley reluctantly looked away from Aziraphale's pleased expression as they both turned toward the clatter. The man at the table slipped from his seat to kneel at his date’s feet, ring in hand. His fingers trembled. The gem sparkled. The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. She nodded frantically and shoved her hand in his direction. Yes! Yes. Of course, yes.

The couple laughed, flustered, as the patrons at other tables and a few pedestrians on the street clapped. Aziraphale joined in. Crowley didn’t.

“How lovely!” Aziraphale smiled, radiating a pure joy Crowley had to squint at even behind his sunglasses.

“He spent all his wages on that little bauble, I’d bet. Bit of a waste.”

“Love is never a waste, my dear.”

Of course Crowley privately agreed. Of course he did. He'd already sacrificed more in the name of love. He was never sure how much Aziraphale understood, but with the secretive, knowing glance he was receiving from across the table, Crowley suspected it was a great deal indeed.

Heart pounding, Crowley flagged a waiter for the dessert menu and sent a bottle of bubbles to the newly engaged couple's table. Aziraphale, now with dessert in sight, grinned impossibly wider, warm as sunshine. Crowley basked, snake that he was.

I don't know what I would do if fanfiction wasn't here. I don’t know. Honestly, I would probably kill myself.

Few days ago I fell into another one, Under Contruction by @summerofspock and CAN’T STOP reading. 

Just a sketch, but I'm a little proud of myself how their noses pop up! Big noses fan me (this sounded weird). And who is not, with David and with Michael on beside? 

Yeah, below we also have ‘the thumb on the hip bone’! I put it in quotes because it was a Thing and you know what I mean if you already read fic. Only one slightly naked and bruised man (pants on) and one gentle thumb, nothing more, I promise! 

(sorry, perhaps nobody harms if I post whole image, but not finished yet - struggle with anatomy as always)

WHAT THE HECK - this is so so so Crowley and beautiful and I want to hug him. And touch his hair.

the pensive snek

what is he thinking about?

Hello everyone!

First, I would like to thank all people, who liked my shitty paintings - I really appreciate it and you make me happy ♥️

Anyway, I picked up this package today and you can guess what is it. New inspiration arrived and I am prepare to read whole night, yaaay!

And one last think, GO is not going to die. Nope, never, 's not happening.

The sun finally setting over the horizon of the Russian River Valley. Oh boy, that fic really hit the spot.

I want to put this cute thing on my walls. or package Christmas presents into it. Wholesome.

I had a really hard times for last weeks. My laptop was in servis, three times a month (don’t even talk about price), I was struggling with offices (still I am but some things are solved at least), with lack of job offers in my profession (did I say I quite job), and many many other things that many people probably suffer from too, but sometimes it’s just too much. When I received another bad news, mum took me to the bookshop (actually she dropped me there, my sweet dear mum, I love her).

I haven’t been in a bookshop for years.

I bought three books, one for me and two for my siblings - Christmas is coming and who knows when I'll be able to go shopping again.

I bought Good Omens. Precisely after 30 years it’s finally translated to my language and I didn't hesitate for a second. I can’t stop staring at my small collection and smiling and feeling a little better.

(why the fck is the book getting bigger and bigger)

(the bigger bright book is that new one and the blue 24 yrs younger one is half the size, I swear)