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Final Chapter of I Can't Fix It; But I Can Be There For You Still Because I Love You is finished!
Thank you for the love to those who saw me start this, I know it wasn't a long fic, and it was very short lived, but it means a lot to me, because I started it on a very low mental feeling 💛
From The Beginning
Chapter Four
Chapter Three of I Can't Fix It; But I Can Be There For You Still Because I Love You is out!!
Crowley disappeared for a moment, and came back with a frown, “There’s only one bedroom?”
“You know I’m not one for naps, dear.”
“I can do the same amount of reading in bed while you’re asleep beside me, or from the sofa chair, or from the settee,” He gestured to the little piece of furniture beside the window. “Besides, you’ve never minded being in the same bed as me before.”
Writers are scary because we’ll take personal trauma and think, "Hmm… what if this happened to my fictional characters but worse?"
I Can't Fix It; But I Can Be There For You Still Because I Love You
Crowley hadn’t been doing so hot lately.
It wasn’t anything particular that sparked the distaste in himself. Nothing that he could register anyway. Else he would have gotten rid of the thing from his apartment, tossed it out a window if he really had to. But instead, he’d spent a week panic cleaning, and then he spent three days in bed, and then another day baking, then in bed, then cleaning again. Manic episodes that had him close to tearing his hair out.
It wasn’t any particular day that Crowley had finally snapped, tossing a ceramic plate at the wall, then breaking down at the sight. Chicken and vegetables spread along the tiles of his kitchen, and he wouldn’t pick them up anytime soon.
With a broken cry in his arms, he slid down the kitchen wall and wailed. The sound hurt, humans that lived nearby probably heard it and wondered if everything was alright. They wouldn’t know that a demon next door in apartment 666 was breaking down at the sight of himself every day.
I need a 15th chapter. HJSGAFTXJSFXGTAEHSFDXSEHDNTDGXVEWFBYTERGSFEHDYFGBSHREAGYNDHXDSY GHJGDX jk obviously if you dont have time or litterally anything at all its totally understandable :3 BUT SERIOUSLY I LOVE UR FIC ITS SO GOOD!!!! :D
Hahaha thank you that means so much to me! 🥰
I try to get a chapter out once every month or so, between Uni classes and such, but I can tell you now that I have the word document open lol
If you're interested, there are other fics that I have on my account!
Always mind the tags on A03! Some of my writings have implied torture/ and noncon scenes!
The Whispers of The Moon
Aziraphale and Crowley are finally left alone, but where there's a demon and angel, there's drama. What could possibly be worse than the end of the world?
Well, a lovesick demon struggling to cope with the evergrowing need and want for their neighbouring angel could do some damage.
What Hell Doesn't Know
“Urgh- Trust me, if Hell noticed that little display I’d already be…” Crowley stopped his feet from moving, and Aziraphale made no attempt to take more than a few steps forward, looking around nervously, then back at the demon. “I’d already be…”
In the silence of Edinburgh air, cold and crisp, the floor opened up with a growl, and Crowley was sucked down beneath the surface with a sudden cry of terror. Aziraphale stared in horror and watched the hole close up, before making his way as quickly as possible back to the shop.
And it was the last he saw of Crowley for a very long while.
Angel-Napped
Demon Crowley, You caused our demise once again in Hell, and side with the Angel of the Eastern Gate. We suspected you were soft, but love is something unforgivable in our line of work. Not only were you terribly fit for an angel, but you’re not worthy of the title demon. I’ve paid your little pet a visit and taken him to keep me company until you get here. I’ll not hurt him; you have my word. I only intend to torture you for keeping our victory from us. The angel is not bound, restrained or anything or the sort, as tempting as that is. I know what he’s capable of, so I’ve blocked his miracles until further notice. You’ll find that I’ve taken your angel on a road trip, but if you think hard, and I know you can. Then you’ll figure out where we are.
See you very soon, Asmodeus xxx
I'm reading your good omens fanfiction right now and it's SO GOOD! I'm only two chapters in, and sadly can't leave kudos twice (i dont have an account nor do i want to give away my email so im not commenting there) but I just want to let you know that it's AMAZING! I love the writng style
Thank you so much for this kind message!! I appreciate your read and love for the fic 💛🙈
The Demonic and Angelic Ways to Raise the Antichrist
New Chapter!
“Nanny!” Warlock gasped, “Your hair is smoke!”
Crowley blinked once, then again, before taking a breath and searing her fingers with the smoke from her hair. “Goodness, dear girl.” Aziraphale said softly, “Wait right here, I have a first aid kit.” Crowley knew what Aziraphale was doing, trying to convince her to stay as long as possible. She knew why. It was passive manipulation. They both did it, in various ways.
Crowley took Aziraphale to restaurants, and in return, the angel listened to Crowley’s nightmare music that the Bentley played 24/7. It was their way of communicating, of letting the other know that they cared, without admitting that they actually cared.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.
ok but the onelook thesaurus will save your life, i literally could not live without this website
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My fellow writers, I beseech thee:
Add this wonderful resource to your chest of tools~
Sometimes I sit there and can't write for weeks, and criticise myself on my own writing and it SUCKS
and other days I read over my works
and I think, maybe, just sometimes I'm an alright writer.
psst
wanna read the fic?
Here
NEW CHAPTER ALERT
The Demonic and Angelic Ways To Raise The AntiChrist
“What in Heaven’s name are you doing here?” Aziraphale had managed to pull Crowley away from prying eyes to discuss their work, not that there was much to discuss.
“I’ve been up in the temple, demonic work. What are you doing here?” Crowley raised an eyebrow, as if they’d not been the one to show up after Aziraphale.
The angel sputtered, “Me? I’ve been doing God’s work here. Trying to protect some humans as best I can.” Aziraphale sighed, “It’s proven difficult with whatever I can only assume you’re doing in response.” “Oi! Not me! Why would I be out and about wanting to murder innocent women? Not my style, you know that.”
New Chapter HERE
The Demonic and Angelic Ways to Raise The Antichrist
Chapter Twelve is out now!
“You like old.” Crowley hummed, finally reaching for the miraculously appearing bottle of whiskey, “So your welcome. By the way, that woman is stubborn. Lucky I’m worse.” She grinned and sipped her glass, then looked back at Aziraphale, who was staring at her with puppy dog eyes. “Don’t- Angel don’t give me those eyes. We’re over that now. C’mon. It’s just- it’s y’know..” She waved a hand in the air, “You wanted the book. I.. I know I’ve been kinda an ass lately, but she needed to go. Was making Warlock upset.”
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow, “He knew Elaine?”
“Well-” She sputtered, “Sorta. Saw him. Maybe. Uhm- was affecting his… doing things. Because it was- yeah. Anyway.” She downed the rest of her drink and cleared her throat, leaving room for more silence.
Read it here!
I'M BACK
WITH FANFICS
I've been so busy with University and life and everything that I had stopped for a long while, but there were so many ideas festering in my mentally unstable little head that I HAD to do something about it
SO
Here's the latest chapter of my fic The Demonic and Angelic Ways to Raise the Antichrist
actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:
thank you.
sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.
ORRDDDERR UP
Slowly working my way through the prompts I can, and if that means skipping some, then that's okay!
Chapter three of We'll Do it All is up on A03 now!
If you haven't read the first two chapters, YOU DON'T HAVE TO (but I would appreciate it nonetheless)
The start of the fic !!
Thank you to @ineffablyruined for making such amazing prompts 💛
Chapter Three and Week Five 💛 Mistaken Identity
When Aziraphale heard Crowley’s usual shout from downstairs, he beamed and came down from the bedroom, “All packed then?” Crowley asked, leaning against the outside of their bricked fence. Aziraphale smiled and nodded, pulling a suitcase out with him, full of books of course.
“You’ll love Greece Angel, lots of people. Lots of food for that belly of yours.” Crowley pointed out with a wink, and Aziraphale’s smile faltered. Crowley wasn’t usually one to point out Aziraphale’s stomach, not unless they were in bed together, or he was feeling especially self- conscious.
the stages of writing:
amazing idea
doubt
despair
snacks
somehow, a finished story.
controversial writing tip
open a document and start writing
