If you aren't writing your Will Solace so anxious he could keel over at any minute out of stress, what are you even doing?
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If you aren't writing your Will Solace so anxious he could keel over at any minute out of stress, what are you even doing?
You come across a fic and discover it isn't complete. Do you start reading it?
Yes
If the summary or the first paragraph immediately sucks me in
If I know/routinely read that author's fic and am confident that they'll finish
if it appears to be regularly updated (daily, weekly, monthly, whatever)
No, I've been burned before
No, I bookmark/subscribe and check back later
No, I filter out works-in-progress when searching
Other (pls explain)
Curious how other people read! I am terrible about posting WIP, but also pretty picky about starting to read fic unless I know and trust the author to finish.
Listening to the Hum (On Writing, Trauma, and Letting Go)
If I were operating at my best, I’d be Draco. If I were spiraling, I’d be Hermione. Most days I’m… somewhere between pretending I’ve got everything under control and quietly dissolving behind a glass tank.
I have a mental health condition that makes “containment” feel like safety. I’ve spent years believing that if I don’t stay perfectly composed -- no cracks, no tremors, no emotion showing -- the world will fall apart (or I will).
But the thing about emotion is: the more you try to trap it, the louder it gets. Like Hermione, I try to suppress things… and then they leak out sideways. Hypervigilance. Overthinking. A tone too sharp. A word too wrong. And then the shame spiral.
The longer I write The Hum, the more I realize: I’m basically trying to write my way out of my own containment grid.
Like Hermione, I’m trying to stop treating my feelings like volatile runes. Like Draco, I’m trying to look directly at the things that hurt without flinching. Like both of them, I’m trying to listen—to the body, the memory, the hum.
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If you’re curious, the fic I’m talking about is The Hum Beneath the Glass (Dramione, slow-burn, trauma/healing). AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/73744076/chapters/192291871
She stepped closer, understanding in her eyes.
“So, he left you… for a job opportunity?”
“Nngggghhhyyeeaaaah, you could say that.”
“Well, good riddance. If he didn’t choose you, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“He kind of does, you know.”
This snippet comes from my first ever fic, "In the bookshop, after". I promised I'd answer any asks with 500 words from anywhere on any fic I've written here, so, here we are. Author rambling meta, served piping hot, coming up!
Why did I write this fic?
This fic, albeit a short one-shot, was written in the emotional aftershock of *points finger at the last 15 minutes of Good Omens S2E6*.
The second season finally unleashed a burst of creativity and a desire to write in me that had been lying in wait for quite some time. Suddenly, I had so many ideas, and I needed to let it all out somehow. I drew. I sang. I wrote shitty poetry. I returned to tumblr to scream about Good Omens with everyone else.
Once I wrote this fic, it was like opening a Pandora's Box. I can no longer stop, nor do I want to. Writing gives me life. I enjoy it so much I am now writing a multi-chapter human AU fic which will end up being around 30,000 words. In less than 2 months.
It's crazy, and glorious.
Anyway, back to this snippet.
The characters, the dialogue, the context
This unnamed lady, who steps in to the bookshop as Crowley is slowly but steadily consuming quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol, has an uncanny way of picking up things she shouldn't be able to.
Crowley and the lady have a conversation which happens on multiple levels, especially for Crowley. He ends up being painfully honest, secure in his knowledge that most of it goes over the head of this random person.
We, the readers, are not sure whether that's truly the case. She appears rather unusually perceptive.
I have plans for that random person, and a whole backstory for her. I might write it one day. That fic would go a long way explaining her side of this conversation.
But for now, we don't really know her, and we leave it at that.
What was I thinking as I wrote this?
This moment, these lines, draw heavily from my own life. I, too, once imagined that love is an emotion that in itself can be enough for a relationship. Experience, sometimes harshly, has taught me that in the end, our actions and choices are more important than our intentions and emotions.
Does this person choose me? Do they prioritize my needs? Do they make an effort, day in day out, to make our relationship work?
This is the lesson the lady wishes to drill into Crowley. And if it were any other person in the world, a friend of mine for example, I'd tell them to move on. Good riddance. They don't choose you, they don't deserve you.
But. Aziraphale and Crowley have been friends, enemies and co-conspirators for six millennia. How does one even begin to define the complexities of their relationship?
Have they not, consistently, worked to keep each other safe, to find short moments together that they can share in secret?
Their relationship is a relationship that thrives despite being forbidden. Despite the fear that's ever present in their lives.
Some word choice trivia.
"Job opportunity" is a very purposeful choice, because it's a slightly revolting business jargon term. It's jarring, seeing it in the context of Good Omens and our two supernatural beings. It implies, heavily, that it's a bullshit opportunity, meaning it's not what it seems to be. It implies that the lady thinks Aziraphale made the stupidest choice on the planet for something that isn't worth it.
Crowley kinda agrees, but not whole-heartedly, because I believe he knows Aziraphale had very little choice in the end.
And, let's face it. Being an angel of Heaven is basically a shitty corporate job that sucks the life and soul out of you.
"He kind of does, you know." This is where the conversation really happens on a few different levels. Since Crowley understands why Aziraphale did what he did (at least in my head), he still has hope that they can be together, in the end. That they are, in fact, fighting the same fight, on the same side.
Finally.
I'll leave it to all of you to decide whether the lady truly knows what's up when we say "She stepped closer, understanding in her eyes."
Does she understand, think she understands, or do we misinterpret her expression? Again, how is she there? How can she just pick up the conversation, and so many details without being told?
One day I hope we'll find out.
Thanks for the ask, anon! This was fun. 😊
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Hello hello! Just stopping by to hear a little about whichever WIP(s) you want to share about! What do you hope readers pick up on from your WIP? What do you hope is their favorite aspect of it?
Hi! Happy thursday!! I'm knee-deep in Truth Saga hell so I'll answer for that one!
As far as what readers pick up on, it's going to be different for everyone. My motivation has always been to create an environment in my novels where everyone can see a little of themselves somewhere. And of course I can't manage that perfectly, I'm only one person and it's only one story, but I hope readers, particularly those who are queer and/or disabled, pick up on the passion and love that went into every inch of it, and know that they are seen and they are loved.
As far as their favourite aspect, honestly I hope they love the ships and character dynamics bc that's my favourite part of fandoms: the way they take characters and go "this one is mine and he is kissing this other one who is also mine now" XD
The other day I started writing a Castlevania fic. I love how they ended it on a happy note. There are a lot of series that I've really liked that ended badly, so it's a refreshing change. It's giving me a chance to explore the characters and the setting we were left with. Basically it's what S05 would be: without a villain, and with lots of love to expose and shape. There will be sexual content (if you are familiar with my works you'll know I can't help myself).
It's going to be called A New Era and I'll likely post the first chapter after I've written a few, so in a week or two.
If you have ideas you'd like me to include send them my way! My ask box is open as well as post replies.
This is a TSATS positive space (even if i don't use the canon from it at all, I STILL ENJOYED THE BOOK!!)
Also a very Will Solace positive place. And Solangelo positive. No worries here about anti anything, I'm only antisocial
I have a dilemma Solangeloists! Im currently writing a rewrite of HOO where Will is on the Argo, and im having a dilemma of if I should have Will be with Jason and Nico when they go confront Cupid or not.
Justification for Will being there is him being extremely reluctant to leave Nico since they saved him from the jar.
what do you think?
yes have Will witness Nico's confrontation with Cupid
no put Will somewhere else and keep the canon