#goosewriting!

[goose-writing-and-art]

Short Stories from my daily prompt sprints for NaNoWriMo 2022. Yet again another project I didn't keep up with all month lmao Please do not provide criticism, these were all written in like a single day or two with little to no revision as writing exercises. They're all just for fun and to fuck around with prompts and my own OCs :)

To Respect Death TW: Death, ghosts, taxidermy.

Three pre-teen boys find themselves exploring an old haunted house. (I wanted to write a subtler but still very much real ghosts ghost story.)

Comforting the Restless TW: Death, ghosts, autopsy, pondering of the afterlife. 

A forensic pathologist has a conversation with the ghost of an unknown murdered girl.  (Non-canon to Leo's story, but what if he talked to a ghost maybe?)

Trying to Make Amends TW: Intoxication, alcohol.

Killian attempts to apologize to someone he’d hurt in the past on his path to redemption. (A fic to appease my melodrama needs.)

Breaking the Cycle TW: Break up, hints at emotional abuse.

Killian finally leaves his on again, off again partner of 10 years.  (More melodrama bc I eat that shit for breakfast.)

Old Dog, Same Trick TW: Drug mention, addiction mention, guns, pain, crime/theft.

The space captain of a bounty hunter ship reunites with her old crew for a casual night of vehicular theft. (Sillier writing to just have fun with some of my SciFi ocs.)

Despite the Bruises TW: Injury, physical abuse, parental abuse, anxiety.

Yancey finds solace yet again in his best friend’s house, and is accepted as part of the family. (100% just a short comfort fic.)

Selfish Love TW: Emotional abuse, abusive relationship, anxiety and paranoia.

Leo finds himself struggling to feel “normal” in his new, healthier relationship. (More melodrama, yet also personally relatable.)

Ruin Him TW: Mention of physical abuse and domestic violence.

A soon to be mother chooses to leave her violent partner to protect her baby.  (A quick bit of insight into an OC's past.)

Finding Where You Belong TW: Depression, intoxication, alcohol.

Duncan realizes that he’s developed a familial connection with a young musician he’s been housing. (More comfort, if a little bit cheesy.)

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: amaretto

“Demons have laws?” Aziraphale asks, head cocked to the side.  “Well, insofar as nature has laws, yes. Is that your final request? Is that what it’ll be?” Aziraphale takes a moment to contemplate this. “Yes.”  Crowley nods, then holds the pad of his thumb out to Aziraphale’s mouth. “Lick it,” he commands. “Excuse me?” Aziraphale squeaks. Crowley notes that this is the first time Aziraphale has been outwardly puzzled at literally anything Crowley has done.  “In order for a demonic contract to be solidified, there needs to be a mixing of biological matter, and I’m assuming you’re not into bloodletting,” Crowley says, eyes wide. He’s been wrong before. ------- Aziraphale, a human, has grown used to being alone.  Everything changes for him when a unique occult relic falls into his hands and loops him into a contract with a mild-mannered (if a bit snarky) demon named Crowley. 

Length: 67,172 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Romance, Human/Canon AU

Triggers: None/check author's notes.

Read it here, fic by goosewriting

*Minor Spoilers* This one is surprisingly sweet for being about a human Aziraphale who accidently summons and enters a contract with the demon Crowley. I really didn't have any expectations going in, but was still surprised by the domestic tone of this one.

Aziraphale's request for the demon is a simple one, he just wants a companion. This story is for the lonely, those of us who have gotten used to the quiet. That's not to say it's gloomy or depressing, but melancholy and yearning hang over this story. They both are so alone, and scared of losing the precious thing they found in each other. The beach trip, the sleeping, and hair braiding were particularly beautiful moments in this. Very tender, very loving, all the good stuff.

On the other side of this tenderness is their manic attempts at finding a way to stay together. I loved the demon side characters this story brings in, and the way it plays with the world and laws of Hell. It was funny and original. The climax of this story was also very interesting and unique and includes illustrations which actually really helped me visualize what it was talking about!! I won't spoil any of that, but I found it a very satisfying conclusion.

Mostly safe in public, there is an explicit chapter towards the end but it will be marked if you prefer to skip it. Super cozy, domestic, warm, top tier yearning, it's everything you need for a lazy afternoon.

Read it here, fic by goosewriting

[goosemagician]

A few Anti-Hero AU doodlies of Hero and RGB after they fail to save the world, the first time RGB gets Hero to smile/laugh after the fact, and some soft sleepy healing buckos to make up for it <3 (in that order)

Bonus piece of writing (poetry? Kinda?) under the cut! (It's also on AO3 as well)

The sickly white light that streamed through the window cast the room in harsh light and sharp shadows.

They kept the curtains closed. 

There was something different about the grief that split Hero’s chest open and threatened to tear her apart–the guilt that stirred and burned in her stomach like a hot coal begging to be doused. A great big hole had opened up inside of her and swallowed up everything that made her her. 

There was something different about the way RGB held her–the way he would see her shaking, picking at her hands, or chewing on her lip to try to abate the burning in her eyes and the lump in her throat. He would guide her hands apart, or ease her lip out from between her teeth, or rest his hands gently on her shoulders, then fold her into his arms and hold her until the hole inside of her stopped being so hungry or the coal stopped sizzling in her stomach. 

There was something different to his words. He no longer talked as often, or as loud, because Hero heard the colors dripping down the front of his screen. The cyan that perpetually flowed freely, and the yellow that followed it. But, amidst the sadness and fear, the grief and guilt and anguish she knew he felt just as deeply as she did, she could see green, plain as day when he turned his screen to her and smiled with wobbly test bars and heavy shoulders. 

When he spoke, it was quiet. Soft. 

“There, there,” he said one night while Hero failed to remember how to breathe. “I’ve got you, my love. I’m here. I’ve got you.” 

When Hero would reach for his cane, he offered his hand instead. 

He was so gentle. 

Everything outside had been sliced apart and bled out until nothing remained. Outside was brutal, and sick, and dead. 

But inside, with the curtains closed, she was held on the bottom bunk of her bed, wrapped up in her blankets in RGB’s lap. His chest was warm where she leaned into it, looking at the book he read from in one hand while the other smoothed across the top of her head. 

His voice was deep, and smooth, and very nearly succeeded at putting her to sleep. 

Sometimes his voice would shake. She would ask if he was okay, and he would pause before tilting his head, dripping green and cyan, and he would ruffle her hair without answering. 

Sometimes he would jolt awake in the small hours of the night, just like she would. His screen would leak until his lap was full of liquid color. Hero would find him on the bottom bunk, screen in his trembling hands, and she would crawl in front of him and pull his telly-head into her arms before she was wrapped in his. He held her so firmly Hero would think he was afraid of her disappearing. 

There was something different about the way they held each other together when all they wanted to do was shatter apart. 

There was something different. 

[steadypet101]

CW/TW: Crying, guilt mention, slight angst, and sadness mention if you wish not to read this Igor scenario below. Feel free to past scroll this.

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Igor Scenario #1: Tears from the Heart (This is literally my first writing prompt ever, so please forgive me if it's a little too sad or if the title is dumb)

[Setting: Igor's castle, nighttime]

It was getting late at night, and Eva, Scamper, and Brian were already asleep in their rooms. Igor was about to get dressed and get ready for bed when he stumbled upon his beret on his nightstand. He had completely forgotten all about it a few weeks ago after saving Eva and Malaria. It was a gift from Eva on the night of the Evil Science Fair. He explained that nobody had ever given him a gift before. He really loved his gift. It was really special to him because it came straight from Eva's heart.

Igor kept staring at the beret for a few minutes until he grabbed it, sitting down on the side of his bed, and gently brushes it with his thumb. He looks at it with a small smile on his face. For a few seconds, he never realized how much that gift meant a lot to him. It made his heart swell with joy. Despite almost using Eva as a weapon and for his own gain to get to be someone famous if he were to win at the Evil Science Fair and be the Evil Scientist he ever so wanted to be, he genuinely cares about her. She may not be evil like he wanted her to be from the beginning. He simply loves her just the way she is.

He even apologized to her and admitted his own mistakes, which, in turn, she forgave him.

Still, all that guilt and all of that ambition to be someone he's not overpowered him whenever he kept thinking about it. He tries not to think about it anymore and let go of the past as he is still staring at the beret. He continued to admire his small gift before his smile turned to a small frown, sniffles, breathed shakily, and his eyes began to pour out tears. He sobbed quietly. For the first time for the majority of his life, after all these years, he cried. And he is not ashamed for it this time.

He brings the beret close to his heart and firmly grasps it with his hands as he feels all the guilt crept up back to him. His tears fell upon his face as he weeped and with his eyes closed. He utterly feels guilty about what happened before, but at this moment, it hits him differently. All that goal to be an evil somebody strikes him in the chest and in the heart. All that guilt washed all over him. He has never felt this much sadness and more guilt in his entire life. This is still all new to him after Malaria's freedom and the sunshine had returned. He doesn't want to stop this feeling. He wanted to keep feeling this way. He wanted to cry. He really wanted to let it all out.

All those emotions he had bottled up for the most part of his life back when he used to believe everything about embracing evil, back when he used to be a lab assistant to Dr. Glickenstein, back when he took all of his former master's cruelty, and back when he thought and hoped that he could have a chance to be with the woman (Heidi/Jaclyn who was a shapeshifter and a female Igor all along) of whom he used to have a crush on by winning her heart have been spilled out.

Sobbing still, the hunchback lay down on his bed and turned to his side with the beret in hand. He hugged himself with his arms, curling himself into a ball. Igor has never been more grateful to create and bring Eva into the world. He is also grateful to have a kind and gentle friend like her. She showed him that he doesn't need fame and fortune to make him happy. It's about friends who care about him that counts. He would rather be a good nobody than an evil somebody as that was once said from Eva. He continued to cry his heart out until a couple of minutes later. He cried himself to sleep despite him wearing his casual clothes on still. He didn't notice that. He was exhausted from the crying and his eyes hurt and had a slight headache to care. All of those sadness and guilt have washed away as he is dreaming away. Now that he lets it all out, he feels good. Much better even.

He's not one to show or express his emotions often in front of anybody, but these new emotions do help him to know what it feels like to be a person with a good heart who is not afraid or even ashamed to express his feelings. Even if it means him telling his friends what's going on inside of his mind. Frustrated or sadness. When he does get it all out, Scamper, Brain, and Eva will make sure that he is not alone and is there for him no matter what, like true, loyal friends he could ever wanted. He is so thankful to have friends like them.

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So, what do y'all think? It may not be my greatest scenario, but I hope it's good.

What got me inspired to write this? I listened to this beautiful song from the Inuyasha soundtrack (duration is 2:40 and no words) below👇

If you listened to it while reading this, hopefully, it will strike you in the heart.

I hope y'all like this 🩷

[sophiegoose]

Yea, I have no excuses for this one, I just wanted to see them smooch.

Anyway, here's a drabble of Miguel O'Hara and LEGO Spiderman being in love (with some angst, as is my want).

Enjoy?

(Does contain spoilers for Across the Spider-Verse, be warned)

[make-me-imagine]

hello :D for the spotify wrapped thingy, my third favourite number: 27 ✨

Hi~

#27: 'Carry You' by Ruella ft. Fleurie

This is quite a sad song but there is an underlying comfort and uplifting tone to it! The lyrics are very nice as well.

Song Link

xx

(Send me a number 1-100 for my Spotify Wrapped Playlist)

[kaylasficrecs]

cal kestis recs

of bunk beds and confessions | imagine, fluff | @goosewriting

home stopped being a place… | imagine, fluff | @geekywritings

you see me... for me | imagine, fluff | @geekywritings

a royal escape | imagine, fluff | @calkissed

birthdays | imagine, fluff | @thedaughersofferrix

dance with me | imagine, fluff | @geekywritings

can you hold me for a while? | imagine, fluff | @geekywritings

thaw | imagine, fluff (some angst) | @goosewriting

nothing to lose | imagine, flangst | @multi-fandom-imagine

an elevator of all places | imagine, fluff | @multifandom-simp-page

i thought you were dead | imagine, flangst | @geekywritings

don't leave me | drabble, angst | @multi-fandom-imagine

can't lose you | imagine, flangst | @feyre-darling92

heartbeat like thunder | imagine, fluff | @sprout-fics

the first is always the hardest | imagine, flangst | @poedamern

proximity | one shot, fluff, smut | @vibrantbirdy

you are beautiful to me | imagine, fluff | @geekywritings

wherever you go, i go | series | @goosewriting

cost of attachment | one shot, fluff | @djarintreble

you're here, we're here | imagine, flangst | @grievedeeply

come back to bed | imagine, comfort fluff | @geekywritings

wait, what? | imagine, fluff | @novaonhere

injured | imagine, fluff | @lemonsprite

make a house a home | imagine, fluff | @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

soon | one shot, flangst | @forever-rogue

echo | imagine, angst | @psychosith

familiarity | one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @vibrantbirdy

first kiss | imagine, fluff | @multi-fan-dom-madness

touch on touch | imagine, fluff | @frost-queen

a jedi & a droid | one shot, fluff | @weevil-wallflower

constant | one shot, fluff | @goosewriting

kiss it better | headcanon, flangst, comfort | @lyssaluvs

[daisyfieldrecs]

Cal Kestis Fics

cost of attachment| One-Shot| Fluff| @djarintreble

Hanging on tight| One-Shot| Fluff| @frost-queen

Untitled|Blurb| Angst, Fluff| @multi-fandom-imagine

After| Blurb| Fluff, implied Smut| @multi-fandom-imagine

"is that my poncho?"| Blurb| Fluff| @multi-fandom-imagine

Peace| One-Shot| Smut| @woodolly

See It Through| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst,GN!Reader| @dingusfreakhxrrington

I'm Headed To The Mountains| One-Shot| Fluff| @spacesurfing

11:28 pm| Blurb| Fluff| @sincerelylea

Lost and Found|One-Shot| Angst, Fluff| @buubsii

A Royal Escape|One-Shot| Fluff, Angst| @calkissed

Through the Galaxy| One-Shot| Fluff| @xreader-obsessions

Silly Jedi| One-Shot| Fluff| @novaonhere

One Foot In Front Of The Other| One-Shot| Fluff| @novaonhere

A Future, A Home| One-Shot| Fluff| @novaonhere

Wait, What?| One-Shot| Fluff| @novaonhere

Stargazing| One-Shot| Fluff, implied Smut| @novaonhere

Buddy System| One-Shot| Fluff| @novaonhere

Backstabber| One-Shot| Angst, Fluff| @novaonhere

Golden| One-Shot| Fluff| @novaonhere

Pretty Boy| One-Shot| Fluff| @novaonhere

See You Later| One-Shot| @novaonhere

What a Tease| One-Shot| Smut| @novaonhere

"I Will Always Find You"| One-Shot| Angst, Fluff| @adventuringblind

Calentines Day| One-Shot| Fluff| @calkissed

Cal Kestis As Your Boyfriend| Headcanons| Fluff| @calkissed

cal kestis nsfw headcanons| headcanons| Smut| @grievedeeply

May the force be with you| One-Shot| Fluff| @layla4567

Definition| Series| Warnings in Each Chapter| @spacesurfing

Memories| One-Shot| Angst| @candyfloss5000

Wherever you go, I go| Pt. 2| Pt. 3| Series| Warnings in Each Chapter| @goosewriting

The Way He Looks At You| Series| Smut| @hereforthefanficsandromance

Of bunk beds and confessions| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst, GN!Reader| @goosewriting

"Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."| One-Shot| Fluff| @geekywritings

"You see me... for me."| One-Shot| Fluff| @geekywritings

Birthdays| One-Shot| Fluff| @thedaughersofferrix

"Dance with me."| One-Shot| Fluff| @geekywritings

"Can you hold me for a while?"| One-Shot| Fluff| @geekywritings

Cal put his nose where it didn't belong| One-Shot| Smut| @rainbowpumpkin

[goosewriting]

🪿 📢 heads up that i changed my ao3 handle from quizznag to goosewritings!!

[persimminwrites]

Get to know me tag game

Thanks so much for the tag @ulchabhangorm <33333

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with

Fav colour?

yellow!!!! all shades of yellow!!!! particularly loving lemony yellow right now <3

Last song

ive been listening to this playlist pretty much on repeat for the past week or so when im at my computer at home (like rn as i type this skdjfnsd). last song i listened to on spotify was if i die by jadebird

Currently reading

just finished (last night) rereading the six deaths of the saint by alix harrow (CANNOT AND I MEAN CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH ITS A SHORT STORY PLZ GO READ IT) and just started the library of the unwritten by a.j. hackwith

Currently watching

hotd and love island uk :)

Currently craving

baklava!!! my mom brought me some fresh baklava from the persian grocery story last week and me and my partner devoured them and now there is no more :(

Coffee or tea:

i am a bean and leaf drink enthusiast please do not make me pick

Any hobby you'd like to try?:

bookbinding!!!! ever since i read the binding by bridget collins (all time fave book in recent years btw) i have wanted to learn. im subscribed to a few book binders on youtube but alas there are so many things you need and i simply do not have time rn for a new hobby but maybe someday!

Any discipline you'll follow during the olympics?:

nope!

Any AU/Alternative Universe you're plotting for?:

currently doing some planning for a zombie!au story which i am very very excited about. current working title is obstinate lament and ive almost got all of the chapters planned out rn. currently trying to decide if i jump into writing that now or wait until im done with my current fic that im posting

also always plotting my clone oc story for rawl squadron <333

npt! @jgvfhl @beskarmermaid @dawdreygore @madhyanas @ahtokasano

@goosewriting @aesnawan @thefact0rygirl @coldbrewarts

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

All Explicit Fic Recs: Alphabetically Sorted A-L

Note that most summaries in this list are shortened. Each link will lead to the fic's rec page where you can get full details, summaries, and links to read each story.

[Explicit M-Z collection] [Teen-Mature A-Z collection]

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (32k, Explicit) Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him.

A Bathhouse Pretense by DoonaRose (17k, Explicit) Aziraphale seeks Crowley out in 38 BC Rome, finding him in a bathhouse which just so happens to be hosting an orgy.

A Billion Points of Light by akitsuko (50k, Explicit) Crowley has never been one for the whole ‘love at first sight’ business, but he may need to reassess after Aziraphale - a gorgeous firefighter - saves his life.

A Guarantee and Not a Promise by voluptatiscausa (16k, Explicit) But, God, it’s hard. It’s hard to be humble. It’s hard to stand here and remember that nothing is promised, that what he and Crowley have may be broken irrevocably. He just can’t seem to make himself believe it, not when Crowley’s love feels just the same as it always has.

A Little Life by GaiasEyes (71k, Explicit) When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed.

A Tricky Situation (Entirely of his own making) by sixbynine (35k, Explicit) [Aziraphale's] been teaching at King College London for a long time now thank you very much and he does not take kindly to new Professors being sprung on him suddenly.

affection and other cravings by JustStandingHere (29k, Explicit) an examination vis-à-vis food and forgiveness

amaretto by goosewriting (67k, Explicit) Everything changes for [Aziraphale] when a unique occult relic falls into his hands and loops him into a contract with a mild-mannered (if a bit snarky) demon named Crowley.

angel and ash by ineffabildaddy (5k, Explicit) Crowley and Aziraphale’s attempts at physical intimacy through the ages have always been stilted, awkward and anticlimactic… but in this moment, Crowley is drawn even more strongly to Aziraphale than usual, and Aziraphale feels the same about Crowley.

because thinking makes it so by NaroMoreau, summerofspock (41k, Explicit) It’s supposed to be an exchange. An arrangement. Something to make them both feel better and less lonely. But Crowley’s never had the brightest ideas.

Big Name Feelings by ghostrat (100k, Explicit) Crowley is a BNF fic writer, and Aziraphale is a lurking artist who might be just a little parasocially in love with him. How they ever became friends is beyond him, but here they are

Bleating Hearts by HKBlack (186k, Explicit) Trip on over to Devil Doe’s Dairy and Goat Scaping Farm, where the cheese is always smooth, the goats climb roofs, and true love might just be around the corner.

Boyfriend Debut by snae_b (20k, Explicit) It’s fucking on camera. It’s not that complicated.

By Any Other Name by Tartan_Temptation (18k, Explicit) as the reality of his… situation hit him with all the gentleness of a punch to the face. He gripped the sides of his sink and looked his reflection in the eyes. You are a sugar baby. You have a sugar daddy. Crowley is your sugar daddy.

Can’t Fight Back, But I Can Take It by voluptatiscausa (10k, Explicit) …in those early years, when Crowley would slide a hand between his legs for some relief, the scenes in his mind showed an Aziraphale who gave Crowley what he wanted, yes, but gave it as a favour. As a punishment

Closer to You by TawnyOwl95 (44k, Explicit) Since his wife divorced him, A.J. Crowley makes good money writing romance novels. Sexual psychology student and cam worker Aziraphale enjoys understanding pleasure. But only from a safe distance. He’s too busy working on his PhD to fall in love.

Collaborative Activities by scullyphile (12k, Explicit) While on a corporate retreat, estranged co-workers Aziraphale and Crowley get teamed up together. They encounter something on their hike, something that brings a buried desire to the surface and transforms it into an unquenchable lust.

Come as you are by hiya_angel (4k, Explicit) “This is perfect, but I’m not… I don’t have…” Aziraphale blushed brightly, avoiding Crowley’s gaze, and suddenly Crowley understood. “Oh, angel, are you trans?” Aziraphale sniffed and nodded.

creature of mine by ineffabildaddy (21k, Explicit) Aziraphale buys Crowley a snake plant, hoping to please Crowley with the appealing smell of its flowers. Its effects on Crowley are far more extreme than Aziraphale anticipated, and it’s down to him to face them head-on.

Crowley the Camdemon by seashadows (58k full series, Explicit) Aziraphale discovers that Crowley satisfied his loneliness in the previous decade by posting intimate videos of himself online - videos that Aziraphale himself was never meant to see.

Despite Knowing Better… by ineffabildaddy (10k, Explicit) After the Ineffable Divorce, Aziraphale and fem!Crowley can’t stop fucking. They’ve laid out some ground rules, but, of course, they can’t help breaking them…

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire by Princip1914 (31k, Explicit) “Oh God,” Aziraphale said to the empty bookshop, pouring himself another drink, “Oh, Lord, tell me, if we had been humans together...Would we have fallen in love? Are you listening lord? If you hear me, give me a sign, please, I beg you.”

Dreaming of You by TawnyOwl95 (36k, Explicit) AJ Crowley likes helping people discover and heal the neglected parts of themselves. Even if that’s only for their scheduled session. He likes being a sex worker, although he’s started to dream of some genuine intimacy.

Epistolary by imposterssyndrome (93k, Explicit) Crowley discovers Aziraphale’s personal diaries. What starts as some light reading about the 14th century... slowly turns into something *much more* complex.

Exalt by hakunahistata (2k, Explicit) “Ooh, aren’t you brilliant,” that voice rumbles with the tonality of jest and slitted eyes that gleam gold...“Actually, I–I think getting us all in the cellar was very clever,” is what he says. Do you really think so? is what he doesn’t.

Fakes and Forgeries by Solimette, WaldosAkimbo (156k, Explicit) Aziraphale, a very competent art conservator who specializes in oil paintings...He is hired...to hunt down this forger, who had duped wealthy folks out of millions for recreations of van Dyck and Rubens paintings. They team up with Anthony Crowley, who has worked the circuit selling paintings and might have a clue on who is forging them (maybe because he’s the artist they’re looking for).

Falling For You by TawnyOwl95 (37k, Explicit) Anthony Crowley works too hard. The answer...might be a high-end escort who sells the fantasy of a relationship. Aziraphale has just nudged his way past thirty. He’s facing burnout and wants to get out of the business, but the thrill of a new client might be just what he needs to get some of his passion back. It seems like a convenient arrangement, until they both realise it’s not enough and they want something real.

For Loving One by TheScholarlyStrumpet (64k, Explicit) Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

How My Light is Spent by Azira_Amane (19k, Explicit) Navigating the dating world when you can’t see it can be tricky. For Crowley, that was never a problem; he’s usually too busy to contemplate a relationship. The same goes for Aziraphale, though he doesn’t have Crowley’s excuse - he just isn’t really all that much into people as a whole.

Hunger by AppleSeeds (87k, Explicit) Crowley is delighted when his next assignment as a Teaching Assistant involves helping to run Eco-Lit seminars with the hottest professor on campus, and even more so when Professor Fell seems quite receptive to his flirting. He's literally getting paid to ogle Aziraphale and listen to him read poetry, what could possibly be better than that?

I Will Get Up Now And Go About The City by drawlight (ripeteeth) (30k, Explicit) This is the story of six-thousand years and a borrowed jacket. (A tale told in vignettes.)

I’m Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildadddy (15k, Explicit) Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

In The Room Where You Sleep by ghostrat (27k, Explicit) “It’s a nice idea,” Crowley chirped, grinning a little wider and making the butterflies in Aziraphale’s stomach flutter a little harder. “Except for the part where, you know, monsters aren’t real.”

in your own time by ineffabildaddy (33k, Explicit) After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment’s notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila and elf_on_the_shelf (63k, Explicit) After Adam’s parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it’s just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help.

It’s Not the Fall (It’s the Landing) by Ginger_Cat (66k, Explicit) To save each other from Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale and Crowley become human. Things, predictably, do not go as planned.

Just Up the Stairs by foolishlovers, ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia (39k, Explicit) On Valentine’s Day, amidst the chaos of handling work and university deadlines as a mature student, Crowley seeks solace with his neighbour Aziraphale. As they share a meal, their long-standing friendship begins to unravel, revealing hidden feelings they’ve harboured for six months. It’s a night that could change everything.

Like Best Friends Do by LittleLynn (21k, Explicit) As usual, Crowley had decided to open his mouth before thinking about what exactly it was that he was about to let spill forth from it. As a result of this, unsurprisingly, he was now in a spot of hot water. Boiling water. Possibly water so hot that it had gone ahead and become some kind of pyroclastic steam.

litany in which certain things are crossed out by Ayes (30k, Explicit) A beaten-down Aziraphale opens a bakery in the small town of Tadfield, where he finds an all-night greasy spoon and one fallen Crowley, who is making amends through various and increasingly ridiculous means of community service

Long Haul by snae_b (68k, Explicit) Anthony Crowley might have gotten out of Missouri, but he hasn’t escaped his past. He wears it like a cloak. When he crosses paths with a guardian angel, he starts to learn how to shed it.

love not given lightly by hakunahistata (3k, Explicit) When Aziraphale Fell met Anthony J. Crowley a little less than a year ago, several things were apparent instantly: he was gorgeous, he was angry, and he was very assuredly fine.

[Explicit M-Z collection] [Teen-Mature A-Z collection]

[goosemagician]

New AU just dropped

Tpoh “Anti-Hero” AU

After Hero fails to save the world, she and RGB have to figure out how to adapt. The world has turned to a flat plain of black sand (it’s black because it’s so saturated with all the colors of blood from trees and, literally, ‘stuff’). She carries extra parts for RGB from the market in her satchel (and infinite amount of pockets on her pants and the inside of her coat), and has to wear gloves and nail horseshoes to the bottom of her wellies because of all the sand. RGB hates it, but she’s now two inches taller than him :D

A story is in the works that will be posted soon on ao3! Keep an eye out! ;)

[sophiegoose]

When you're writing and you find an album that perfectly fits the vibe and characters you're working with and it's just-

[maribatshipper]

Thanks for the tag, my friend!

"I am calm, and I'm not a vampire, I'm a bitch. There is a difference, The first being dogs are loveable and loyal."

Said to someone who mistakenly identified character as Vampire and is trying to "cure" her.

Okay... @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @art-the-f-up @buggachat @bamsara @bigfatbreak @bontwisty @goggles-mcgee @galactic-magick @goosewriting @hooman-tree and anyone else.

Last sentence tag game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @lurkingshan and I haven't really written anything in a bit, so have a little peak at the latest entry into my always growing notes app

And in the end, heroes and villains don't matter, because only the strongest survive.

Tagging @dimplesandfierceeyes, @waitmyturtles, and @anixknowsnothin to play, no pressure of course!

[prolix-principality]

amaretto - goosewriting

The envelope contains two things: some paperwork and a greeting card that’s a bit heavier than average. It clicks against the top of the desk as it falls.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24308572/

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley, Anathema, Marjorie/Tracy, Basmuuth (OC), The Custodian (OC? Death?), misc characters 10 chapters: 69,605 words. ~ Aziraphale, a human, has grown used to being alone. Everything changes for him when a unique occult relic falls into his hands and loops him into a contract with a mild-mannered (if a bit snarky) demon named Crowley. ~ Warning: illustrated, read the tags, nsfw, food, excessive alcohol use, invasion of privacy, peer pressure, minor character death, discussion of death/murder/torture, (brief!) thought of suicide, self harm, existential angst, minor injury/blood, body horror/transformation, brief plug-n-play genitals, semi-confusing POV switches ~ Podfic Available - Arcafira

[goosewriting]

url change!

just a little heads-up that i just changed my handle from quizznag to goosewriting✨

the old username has been bothering me for some time now, as a misspellt fantasy curse word started as a joke and never felt like my "brand" lol my theme and everything will still stay the same though, so i hope you'll still find me :')

also, hey, it's been a while... writer's block hit even harder when classes started. but i have a few things cooking right now, so i'll hopefully be back soon with new stuff 👀 how have you all been?? i've missed you<3