Yikes I might be slightly hyperfixated since the recent update but quick doodle from chapter 20 of @moonyinpisces HDWTOTL because when I first read this part, despite not likely, I instantly imagined Muriel in those godforsaken I ❤️ NYC shirts that are plastered everywhere and have generally been thinking about them in the city because I’ve unfortunately had to be in nyc numerous times this past month 💔💔
My latest Good Omens fic, None of This Would Be the Same Without You (in collaboration with the wonderful art of @ouidamforeman) is finally complete! If you told me I'd be finishing something I picked up closer to the summer the day before the new year, I wouldn't really believe it, but I suppose that's just how things roll. Still, I'm genuinely so so so proud of how this came out, and would appreciate if anyone gave it a look. Anyways, enjoy this originally-short fic that turned into a just-under 20k word creation <3
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Chapters: 8
Words: 19,885
Summary:
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
My latest Good Omens fic, None of This Would Be the Same Without You (in collaboration with the wonderful art of @ouidamforeman) is finally complete! If you told me I'd be finishing something I picked up closer to the summer the day before the new year, I wouldn't really believe it, but I suppose that's just how things roll. Still, I'm genuinely so so so proud of how this came out, and would appreciate if anyone gave it a look. Anyways, enjoy this originally-short fic that turned into a just-under 20k word creation <3
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Chapters: 8
Words: 19,885
Summary:
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
Woah chapter 7 is up! Final chapter 8 soon, wahoo!
Fic summary:
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
Chapter 6 is up!
Summary:
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
Chapter four is up!
Summary: Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
Chapter four is up!
Summary:
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
Chapter three is up!!!
Summary:
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
Chapter two (aka the chapter where things go very, very, wrong) for my Good Omens Spooky Bang fic is up!!! Go check it out!
Summary:
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
The first chapter of my Spooky Bang fic is up! Wonderful art and betaed by the amazing @ouidamforeman
Aziraphale, posing as a traveling friar in medieval times, happens to be recruited into an attempt to vanquish the monster that lives within the walls of a nearby abandoned castle. Of course, he's a bit skeptical; the Almighty kept a rather extensive list of all the things that did and didn't exist, and while unicorns and whales definitely did, monsters (in any literal sense) most certainly did not. When it just so happens to be Crowley with an all-too-common row of bad luck, they devise a plan to both get out of this mess without trouble.
When things go askew, and Crowley is seriously injured, Aziraphale tasks himself with nursing the demon back to health.
Autistic Aziraphale fic? Autistic Aziraphale fic. Aka 'Aziraphale can't catch a break'
Summary:
Aziraphale likes his bookshop because Aziraphale doesn't like change.
Over the past 300 years, the bookshop has become Aziraphale's favorite place because of that fact. It's an escape from the constantly moving rhythm of the universe, where nothing ever has to happen or change. Usually, it's closed to the public; though on a singular day in the week, Aziraphale must open his doors and face a few customers for a couple hours to prove that he's an actual business on Whickber Street. After a surprise visit from angelic superiors, loud customers, and broken merchandise, Aziraphale finally snaps. Crowley's there to pick up the pieces.
Words: 4.15K
GUYS GUYS GUYS I decided to update and revise the first chapter of my Mamma Mia! S3 Good Omens kinda-AU since I'm looking to start updating that again soon and I wrote that earlier over the summer; I still have the outline just sitting around and I haven't had time to get to it with bang fics and whatnot; I'll be working on this consecutively with a Spooky Bang fic and some other ideas, so progress will be made, just on the side! Figured I'd advertise again since it's... well, it's better now!
I’ll make a more official post about this later, but I finally finished writing the final chapter to my first ever longfic, The Great (Not) Gatsby for DIWS’ Silver Screen Bang!
You don’t have to know ANYTHING about Gatsby in order to read, as it’s only based loosely off the premise; After being put on a sudden years-long assignment to the US in the 20s, Crowley brings to throw grand parties in order to passively generate sin, and possibly to catch the attention of a certain angel should he stop by.
It’s a long shot, but it works. When paparazzi, alter egos, and feelings come to light, will they be able to handle the sudden pace of events and unravel long-ignored feelings to stay together?
Read to find out:
Hey for anyone following The Great (not) Gatsby, posting for the final two chapters is delayed until next week; curse of busting open my hand and ankle.
Lvndr: 0, Pavement: 1 (for now)
Can’t type to edit the last chapters and whatnot, so they will be posted soon, just not today!
(Side note; you don’t have to know anything about gatsby to read this! Opening is moody and the writing tries to mimic gatsby’s dramaticness, but after that it considerably lightens up! Angst, feels, (attempts at) humor, and romance, all in one! 👀)
(This is my pity plea to read the fic so far and admire the beautiful art by @luckkythirt33n 👀🫶) /lh
Once I’m done with my current bang fics I’m thrilled to start working on a fic that’s been bouncing around my head for FAR too long
Stay tuned for human au of obviously scam boardwalk psychic/spirit contactor Crowley/the infuriating 1920s gentlemanly ghost he accidentally actually summons (the issue is, Crowley doesn’t believe in ghosts.)
It’s overall comical, and I have a question:
Hey, didn't want to post this directly on my main just due to an overall darker tone, but here's a quicker fic I wrote + a sketch that actually shockingly helped me with some shitty feelings. Read and heed the tags, please! Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and close to a suicide attempt.
Summary:
Crowley isn't okay. It's been 46 days since Aziraphale left, and Crowley hasn't been doing any better. It's actually all gotten worse. Now, on one particularly destructive day at his apartment, all of his usual cycles of ringing his misery out to the world haven't relieved any of the feelings that he's drowning in, and a thermos 1/4ths still-full of holy water feels like the only way out. At least it'll make a point.
Words: 2.2k
Here’s a small little excerpt from the fic:
Part of the demon wondered if he was made from nothing; that in some strange way the humans and their stories had been right and if someone were to split open his ribs, that instead of a beating heart and any sign of life there’d be nothing but the hollow sculpture of clay. Somehow, it’d make him feel better than having all the right parts and still being wrong. That it could explain countless days spent walking far away from his mind, to feel so disconnected from himself.
There’d been a proverb of sorts that went around for a while, it's always been hidden away in ancient human stories and experience, but experienced an additional surge in popularity when written plainly across posts in cursive font by 2010 Facebook moms; You are built by your experiences. It’s just some stupid supposedly motivational quote at first, but it certainly held true as much as Crowley hated to admit it, seeing the blasted thing among pictures of puppies and sunrises. For millennia, Crowley found himself in anyone else but himself. Layers of dissonance from his horrid being built between dancing with shitty liquor in Mesopotamian crowds and crowding within the modern London morning rush; quick thrills without the horror of being truly known were the few breaks from drowning Crowley could find. The true emptiness that consumed him with the vigor of a blackhole could easily be ignored by rising temperatures and flaring emotions at insignificant things, really anything that could get someone, anyone to look at him and to think that he was alive. Truly alive.
