Repressed Aziraphale I Love Your Fail Life

all i’m saying is if someone wrote a gomens fic w femme aziracrow based on casual by chappell roan i wouldn’t be complaining

(PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

i lowkey forgot tumblr existed but i need to stop spamming my insta story so im gonna be posting random thoughts here again

i’m also crawling back into fandom culture again and i need to talk abt writing and fanfiction so bad

I know we all think Aziraphale is gonna come back from heaven dearly missing wine and food and good music but I think he's gonna come back and immediately crawl under a blanket because he is severely overstimulated by the fucking Big Light energy in heaven.

Those fluorescent overhead lights and the sheer brightness of this place absolutely do not mesh with the autisms, I mean look at his bookshop!! Dim and muted. Poor thing

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.”

Couldn’t resist, as soon as I saw the suit I had to draw the pookie 🥺🌟

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.

“Are you really going to watch that again?”

Indeed I am, and I’d appreciate it if you’d kindly walk that judgement way the hell back, please. I’m here to dissociate and heal at the same time.

Hello Neil,

in S2 we see Crowley in the bookshop throwing books mindlessly away when something gets his attention. Even thou it is so Crowley it leaves me shocked each time he does it (I'm a bookseller).

Are those real books? What would Aziraphale say if he ever finds out?

Hope you don't mind me asking. -Shen.

While those were real books, they were also highly trained stunt books, and they had rehearsed the bit where David Tennant threw them down, so none of them were hurt.

The Pink Phink | Director: Friz Freleng | Studio: DePatie–Freleng Enterprises | United States, 1964

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