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Additional Tags: Denial of Feelings, Feelings Realization by Tosie for Beatrice_Otter
Fandoms: Fandom For Robots - Vina Jie-Min Prasad
21 Dec 2025
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bjornruffian is a quick learner. The Hyperwarp fandom is lucky to have an artist so dedicated to rendering accurate representations of robotics. Computron is lucky to correspond with her.
These are objective, factual assessments. He will convey them to her as part of his feedback.bjornruffian requests RobotFan's input on a new comic she's working on, in which Cyro's emotion circuits feature prominently.
Computron doesn't know why bjornruffian insists he's the best at writing Emotional!Cyro, when he doesn't even have emotion circuits.
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Where Peace Begins by Tosie for Flowerparrish
Fandoms: Genghis Khan - Miike Snow (Music Video)
17 Dec 2025
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The mission: surveillance.
The international criminal known as Zlatynos had suddenly started frequenting an exotic dancing venue. Agent 118 was to find out why. Perhaps he had struck up a money-laundering deal with the establishment, or was supplying them with stolen equipment.
It was a simple fact-finding assignment, to start with.
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A close call pushes Rorschach to act on her feelings for her partner, but they hit some stumbling blocks along the way (specifically, self-hatred and internalized lesbophobia).
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A gas attack on patrol leaves Rorschach somewhat lost, and requiring assistance (whether he wants to accept it or not).
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Because we all wanted to burst into song when we found out, right?
A song about the existence Good Omens season 2, to the tune of "Good Morning Baltimore" from the musical Hairspray. Only the first verse + chorus, but I might do the whole song if inspiration strikes.
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A collection of stories revolving around the idea that Crowley's pre-Fall name was Anthony.
Why? Because the concept gives me a lot of feelings, okay.Aside from sharing that premise, the fics will be unrelated unless otherwise stated.
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Gob is struggling with his relationship with Michael when he starts spending time with Tony.
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The Doctor leaves again, and Amy is left with Vincent. Amy adapts; Vincent paints.
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Missing scene for 3.13. George Michael knows he's not the only Bluth who had a complicated teenage relationship with a family member.
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29 Jan 2026
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Gob makes an important announcement to Michael
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29 Jan 2026
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All's Fair In Love And Serial Killing by WyvernQuill
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
31 Oct 2020
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Detective Inspector Crowley is 99.999 percent sure that Aziraphale Fell is a serial killer.
The trouble is only that the remaining 0.001 percent are deeply in love with the man…
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In which there is A Murder - rather a lot of them, actually - A Marriage Proposal - just the one - and True Love - whose course runs less not-smooth than it takes a sharp left turn, loops a couple times, and doubles back on itself, before crashing straight into a wall.
(Don't mind the metaphor. It still ends well. Promise.)[EDIT 31.10.2020: now with art!]
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07 Jul 2020
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AMAZING
All the nods to canon—characters, repurposed lines, humorous asides
Motherfucking PLOT TWISTS this is GOOD SHIT okay"I know why you're always at the crime scenes instead of making a clean getaway." Crowley said casually, crouching over the earthly remains of Samuel Sandalphon, whose crimes had been many and varied, most prominently that thing with the salt. Crowley still shuddered at the memory.
"Oh?" Aziraphale asked mildly, sipping his tea.*
"It's about me." Crowley stated triumphantly. "I am the Holmes to your Moriarty!"
"The Doctor to his Master." Newt added most unhelpfully.
"That's not-"
"Harry to his Draco." Anathema chimed in, grinning wickedly.
"Erngkkk…"
"Father Brown to my Flambeau?" Aziraphale suggested innocently.
Three puzzled pairs of eyes blinked at him.
"Oh, have none of you ever read Chesterton!?" Aziraphale huffed, and it was the closest Crowley had ever seen him to genuinely annoyed. "It's quite good, I have a collected edition at a discount-"
"Never you mind that!" Crowley interrupted him impatiently. Aziraphale could advertise to his underlings later. "It's about the mortal nemesis aspect of it all, is what I mean to say. Like any serial killer-"
A chorus of groans around him.
"LIKE ANY SERIAL KILLER," Crowley continued at a substantially higher volume to drown out the non-believers, "you have a pathological need to gloat, if not the desire to get caught. And you can't do it anonymously. You need the personal touch, the focused hatred of the individual. That's me."
"You've caught me out." Aziraphale sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Yes, you insufferable nan, it is all about you…"
"HAH!" Crowley exclaimed triumphantly.
"...though I fear our definitions of personal touch vary." Aziraphale batted his eyelashes teasingly. Crowley was suddenly very warm.
"What?" Crowley squeaked.
"What." He repeated, in the kind of calm, measured voice of a man who was fully in control, yes he was.
"Must I spell it out?" An amused sigh that rather pretended to be long-suffering. "I do not wish to be dragged down to the station, but would not object to some… more intimate cross-examinations from you personally, Inspector Crowley."
"Ngkkkkfshwah." Crowley sputtered.
"Quite." Aziraphale beamed. "The Ritz, tomorrow, 9 o'clock?"
"HAH?"
"Lovely. I will be seeing you then."
And with those words, Aziraphale Fell, most dangerous and deranged killer this side of the Ripper, leaned over a pile of mortal remains still lightly oozing, and pecked Crowley on the cheek.
Someone in the background murmured "finally…"
Crowley couldn't be arsed to care.
*Sandalphon had been murdered basically on the front steps on his bookshop, a quaint little affair with far too many books for its spacial confines, so Aziraphale had come out and brought them all tea and biscuits.