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Entanglednow's 13 Days of Halloween, day two - bones.
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Day 1 of entanglednow's 13 Days of Halloween
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A podfic of Entaglednow's story: 13 Days of Halloween - Day 11 - prompt: Haunt
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A podfic of PepperVL's story:
Aziraphale could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. He dropped his book while reading and now the spine is cracked. He tripped over the books he’d been inventorying and dropped his cocoa. It was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
(A retelling of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day starring our favorite angel.) -
A podfic treat for Dr Fumbles McStupid for ITPE 2019 which I forgot I'd read. Cause I'm a genius.
Original fic is here: https://capkink.livejournal.com/810.html?thread=791082#t791082 -
Podfic of We Will Draw Near, written by OftenWrongSoong for the Good Omens Big Bang 2019-2020, read by BiP.
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podfic of kleine_aster's story. Summary: “So, Todd is all alone in a place that basically preys on fears and feeds on past trauma – oh. Oh. That’s not good, is it?”
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This is a podfic of escherzo's fic Gather Yourself Safely.
Man, to be able to go back and tell that kid how things turn out for them. -
Part two of mia_ugly's story Slow Show, chapters 7-12. Art by thechekov.
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Part One (Chapters 1-6) of Slow Show by mia_ugly.
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Podfic for Fandom Trumps Hate of ChrisCalledMeSweetie's story.
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podfic of Summoned, by sleepymccoy.
Heaven and Hell decided that as they have their Worst Employee of the Forever sorted, they could shimmy the worse parts of the gig off to them. And being summoned sucks.
Crowley finds he keeps getting summoned by different people, more often than ever before. This fic is the roughly year and a half period after that failed apocalypse, told only through scenes where Crowley (and one time Aziraphale) have been unwillingly summoned by someone. I will say the real joy of this is that Crowley is pissed off most of the time and Aziraphale is appropriately protective. -
Podfic of attheborder's work, Greatest Hits, with songs by the author.
“But my dear, I just can’t believe you never told me that you had joined a musical group. I would have come out to support you— at your gigs!”
“First of all, never say ‘gigs’ again. Second of all, not my fault you never noticed when I showed up to dinner with a great big guitar case slung over my shoulder.”
(Aziraphale accidentally discovers Crowley’s secret: he was in a band in the 90s. And he wrote a whole album of love songs…) -
A podfic of Kedreeva's story In All Things, Balance.
The world had failed to end over a year ago, and Heaven and Hell hadn't so much as looked sideways at them since the kidnapping. As they had taken six thousand years to plan the apocalypse, and their first move against Crowley and Aziraphale had failed so miserably, the duo had assumed they had more than a little bit of time to relax before they had to start watching their backs again. Crowley had moved his flat into the upstairs of the bookshop – quite literally, much to Aziraphale's dismay to find one afternoon – and life had continued on exactly the way it shouldn't have: happily.
Unfortunately, the ever after part proves trickier after only a year. -
A podfic of Kedreeva's work, You're the Only Prayer I Need
Crowley had, in the six thousand years Aziraphale had known him, shed his skin exactly twice that Aziraphale knew of. Both times he had disappeared without a trace, having retreated somewhere very safe and very, very unknown to hide while he was so vulnerable, and Aziraphale had never thought to ask beyond that information. Everyone was, he had supposed at the time, entitled to their secrets.
The problem was that he had stumbled directly into this secret now, and there was hardly a graceful way out of it. -
a podfic of aughtpunk's story
You know, I thought to myself, I've seen so many lovely 'Fallen Aziraphale' fics but not a single 'Risen Crowley' fic. Time to fix that.
Or: Crowley wakes up with an odd warm fuzzy feeling in his chest and doesn't like it at all. -
A podfic of Kedreeva's story A Light in the Dark (part of the When in Rome series)
Crowley hears the Library of Alexandria burned down, and he knows where he needs to be right now. -
“I just…” Aziraphale’s shoulders sank. “I’ve lost them. I’ve lost… and I can’t go back, not even one last time, can I.” He didn’t say it like a question, of course; he was clever, after all. He shook his head, ruefully, and looked at Crowley. “My last time up there, and it wasn’t even me, it was you.”
Authors note: This is part two, and I would suggest that you read the first one first, though it’s probably not totally essential. -
A podfic of werebear's work With Drooping Wings
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19314580
One night, in the bookshop, they were particularly drunk for no particular reason. Crowley snapped their wine glasses full, yet again, and slurred, apropos of nothing: “I was ‘fraid of heights for a while. Not the heights exactly… th’wind.”
(Or, a headcanon that turned into a wingfic.) -
Podfic of the stories By Definition and Long Term, by idiopathicsmile.
Original stories at https://archiveofourown.org/works/19399102 and https://archiveofourown.org/works/19703515 - Laat meer zien