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“Well, it’s not permanent,” Anathema said, avoiding eye contact. “It’ll wear off in seven days, but in the meantime...”
She looked up at the two of them, and sighed apologetically.
“You guys are gonna want to get yourselves somewhere private. Fast.”
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17 Jan 2020
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A collection of self-indulgent one-shots with art. Will be updated whenever I do more of these!
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09 Jan 2020
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All of my #ineffableholiday work in one place! by Miele_Petite
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
02 Jan 2020
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Just all of my 2019 Ineffable Holiday Art
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04 Jan 2020
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The Horror/The Divine (Hell’s Room of Requirement is a Sex Dungeon) by KitschyKit
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
27 Sep 2019
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Crowley had gotten used to scratching a particular itch in Hell, but he was cut off from it the moment he and Aziraphale cut ties with their employers; and now, happy and in love, the itch is suddenly back and worse than ever.
Guilt tastes sour and selfish, especially when he finally had everything he’d ever wanted sitting in a cottage in South Downs, and Crowley comes to terms with the fact that this probably was never just about sex after all.
In short: Crowley is used to getting fucked by a personification of his self-esteem issues and finds that he has a hard time asking for what he really wants.
And what he wants is to be in the lap of the Divine.
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“Crowley!” he squeaked in a rather humiliating octave, scrambling to stand upright. If Crowley seeing him in his petticoats had excited Aziraphale three centuries before, being seen without them turned his blood to fire. Even through those glasses, Aziraphale could feel his eyes on him, on his legs, his bare clavicle, his exaggerated hips. He was practically naked. He’d never stood in front of Crowley with so little between them before, with the exception of the earliest days, before pants. Had he felt so exposed in Rome? Did Crowley’s gaze feel so hungry and heavy in Eden?
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29 Dec 2019
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Beautiful, vintage clothing accuracy, soft Crowley