@totallysilvergirl tagged me in this and it made me go all kickyfeet.
rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
I’m tagging @breadcrumbsandstars, @godihatethisfreakingcat, @ao3sburbanite@moondawntreader, @laurashapiro-noreally, @walkwithursus, @refraingirl-the-writer, @kanna-ophelia, @holycatsandrabbits, @uniasus, @agnesandcecilia, @melibemusca -- no pressure, but you’re the people I know on Tumblr who’ve commented, shared with me, delighted me with your work on AO3 (and I’m sure I missed someone, but not with intent).
Here are mine -- the ones where I most feel that I did exactly what I set out to do, starting with one that doesn’t get nearly as many hits as mature/explicit-rated fics.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20543819
Crowley comes home from a day’s tempting to find a stray hanging around his block of flats. One cave-in to its wheedling leads to another, until the only obvious recourse is to seek assistance from the Being Of Love he happens to know, before he becomes an undemonic, blithering idiot.
Someone To Watch Over Me (M)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21973822
Crowley flatters himself that he’s always the one to pull a feckless angel out of trouble. It’s a little less one-sided than that. (This is the first of a two-fics series and the second is E-rated with an archive warning for rape/non-con/dubcon, but all past, implied and not graphic.)
Immigrant Blues (T for language, canon typical violence)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21973822
First person original character POV. Those ten million battle-ready demons Beelzebub mentions at the airfield? Some of them end up with an assignment as Armageddon looms. Car chases, ineptitude, slapstick The Pratchettiest fic I’ve ever written.
You get lots of false alarms in this kind of business, like the mortal millennium (or as we called it, One Thousand A.I., After Interference). It was gonna be the big friggin’ End Of The World, and then what? Bupkiss. Except we had to crank up the Damnation Department because so many of the mortals decided that if the world was ending they were going out with a bang. Never saw so much gluttony, lust and greed, even with loads of us clocking out early. I remember the whole Carnal Sins staff playing cock-shies in the hall with the admin people from Cupidity. Miss those old-fashioned games sometimes.
Friends With Benefits (E)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21682849/chapters/51712543
Despite the E rating, it’s largely not a smutfic; it’s a love/redemption story about denial, compartmentalizing, unthinking acceptance of Heavenly propaganda and the flight from messy emotions. The Aziraphale here fulfilled my prediction that readers would be lining up to bitch-slap him by the end of the third chapter. Inspired by a piece of fanart by @tabbystardust.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21069857
Crowley being a little shit, which is how I love best to write him -- finding a succession of ways to get his angel flustered and excited, starting on the roof.
Up here there were buffeting little gusts, and Aziraphale, out of practice, flew choppily until sense memory reminded him how to correct. By that time Crowley had pulled away in front of him, begun to double back; he swooped low, then climbed to hover in front of the angel, grinning hugely in the faint light of Aziraphale’s wings. “Brilliant, right? Let’s go scare some pilots.”
“Where did you think the gremlin stories came from?”
Special request to hit the REBLOG button on this post if you like my stuff -- I’m going in the hospital for a kind of scary surgery next week, and nothing would help me weather it better than picking up new readers and feeling connected to this fandom, which has brought me back to writing for the first time in 15 years. Love you all.
