Inaccurate Good Omens Part 10

Hey!! Sorry for the bother, but @/pheon1xr0se a mutual of mine and super talented fic writer for our ineffable community has been dealing with sickness, and her and her family are at risk of losing their home. I’m reaching out to a few larger go names in the fandom to see if it’d be possible to spread her fundraising link and raise some awareness?? Much love 🫶🫶🫶🫶

https://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/p/help-us-raise-money-to-buy-a-home

best of luck phoenix!! 🥺

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Help Us Raise Money To Buy A Home

Help raise money to buy a park home for myself and my children to live in.

12K WORDS IS NOT SLOW BURN YOU COWARD GIVE ME 30K WORDS BEFORE THEY EVEN TOUCH HANDS OR ELSE I DONT WANT TO READ IT PLEAAAAAAAAASEEEEE

The thing I love about the arc minisode in 1x03 is that from our perspective (and how the scene is written) this is only the second time Crowley and Aziraphale have seen each other, post-heaven (the first being Eden), and Crowley is so excited to see him.

Just look at his little smile!

Good Omens Textposts Part 2

I love how much you love what you do here. Enjoying your work and seeing you exist makes me happy andIamonthediscordbutI'mshysoIlurksometimes

FINISHED THE VAMP AU OUTLINE AT 20K

bc i'm insatiable for teasers, here's a snippet from every chapter 👀

"That was— fuckin' hell. That was something," Crowley muttered against him. It turned quickly into a laugh. "Maybe file your nails next time."

“Dick that good, huh?” she smirked. Crowley dropped his head onto the counter and groaned into his mask. It was new, slightly softer than the plain and scratchy N95s, with black-on-black snakes slithering all over it. If he was going to be sick, he might as well do it with style. “You have no idea.”

“Darling, I can’t,” Aziraphale scoffed. “You’re warded, you imbecile. I couldn’t befuddle you even if I wanted to.” The flat fell into a strained silence, punctured by their heavy gasps for breath. “...Befuddle?” Crowley leered.

Aziraphale loosened his grip around Crowley’s hips, wincing as he pried bloodied nails out of the tears in his jeans. Then he paused when his eyes fell to his hands, and he let out a strange noise. “Well that’s certainly an interesting reaction,” he murmured at the enormous swell in Crowley’s trousers. “Yeah, thanks for bringing that up.”

I stare at the screen for hours, trying to make the words come out, but they won't. I can't compel myself to take a break, because there's this voice screaming at me from the base of my brain...

"You've been told you're a great writer, and you want to be a published author. But all you have to show for it after forty-four years are a dozen crash-and-burn writing projects. When you have the time to write, you don't, for a host of reasons. If you don't have something written by the time you die--which comes closer with every passing day--you've wasted your gifts, you've wasted all the effort people put into educating you, and you've wasted your life. So sit down and WRITE, you worthless piece of shit!"

How do you get past the paralysis caused by the obligation to produce? Is there a way to trick your brain and your body into writing? Or do you just slog on through, no matter how long you have to sit there to get a thousand words a day out?

Perhaps you could try to be kinder to yourself.

I always give myself permission to write or to do nothing at all (staring out of the window or at a wall is okay). After a while spent staring at a wall it's often easier to write.

Remember if you write a page a day -- 300 words -- at the end of a year you'll have a 100,000 word novel.

I have a question about writing, because you are my favourite fic writer and you write so well.

-How do I write emotions well? I’ve always struggled with that, for some reason. How do I explain how a person is feeling? Should I write loads of it or just explain it short?

Sorry if this is a weird question, genuinely struggling out here 😰😰

AHH thank you dear, but not weird at all! this is one of those highly subjective things can be really hard to nail down with simple rules in a classroom, hence difficult to learn.

i'm a bit of a fluffy writer, so i rely on Show Don't Tell to demonstrate emotions. but i am constantly reminding myself of this post to not go overboard with it. breaking down the sensory cocktail of an emotion is great for emphasis, but would get exhausting if you did it every time. it's okay to write "he was scared."

now, in this case, the "show" of an emotion would be how it physically makes you feel (warm or cold, stomach butterflies, aching, floating), how you express it externally (narrowed eyes, tense shoulders, clenched jaw, parted lips), and what it makes you do (avert eye contact, reach out, fiddle and fidget, move around a room).

examples from And They Were Streamers!

"aziraphale was touched" (meeting a fan) vs: how it makes him feel

Aziraphale’s chest blossomed with a shy, giddy warmth, just like the twinkling of nerves he felt before his first ever stream.

"crowley was agitated" vs: how he expresses it externally

Crowley sat there, breathing heavily with his eyes flickering over the chat window on his third monitor.

"aziraphale was nervous" vs: what it makes him do

Aziraphale returned his hand to hover somewhere around his waistline, where it toyed with the hem of his jacket and longed for a glass to cling to.

i refer to breath, eyes, shoulders, mouths, and fingers a lot. they're very expressive body parts and you feel a lot within them when struck with intense emotion.

if you're dead inside like me (thanks T), it can be helpful to practise mindfulness when looking for sensory inspiration. if you can't remember what it feels like to be overcome with jealousy, pay attention to all five of your senses and imagine what the character might be feeling for each of those.

reading straight fanfiction feels icky

Silly

Made them for telegram stickers (based on pics I found on pinterest)