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I wrote a thing...
I'm not really sure what it is. WELL. It's (the apparently obligatory) post-Good-Omens-Lockdown fic. Ficlet. Thing. Written out yesterday afternoon, barely edited, thrown up on AO3:
The Drunken Ramblings of Elfland
Summary: Aziraphale, having turned down Crowley’s offer of hunkering down together, carries on reading. He should maybe have chosen his reading material more carefully. Or at least gone easy on the cognac.
A minor crisis ensues.
(Is there such a thing as conceptual fic? If not, then there is now. What even is this?)
Only 823 words.
The Drunken Ramblings of Elfland
Summary: Aziraphale, having turned down Crowley’s offer of hunkering down together, carries on reading. He should maybe have chosen his reading material more carefully. Or at least gone easy on the cognac.
A minor crisis ensues.
(Is there such a thing as conceptual fic? If not, then there is now. What even is this?)
Only 823 words.