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vavoomed-for-crowley · 2 months

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Living With(out) You Chapter 4: Silent Night

Out now on AO3

A little teaser:

"Aziraphale, you damn idiot!" Crowley yelled at the sky again, although this time the pain could be heard in his voice. He noticed this himself, took another long sip and just stared at the starry sky above him for a moment. Emotions were surely the least useful thing in his existence and he'd drown them out for as long as he needed to. He didn't see much in the sky, which was not only because the streets of London were too brightly lit, but also because he was already so drunk that he could barely see clearly at all. It wasn't like the stars had any answers for him anyway. They would stay just as silent as a certain angel he missed so much. And Crowley felt lonelier than ever as his back dropped against the Bentley. He exhaled deeply and looked at the bottle in his hand. It was almost finished so why waste it, he thought and finished the rest.

He had been near the bookshop every day. How could he not? The bookshop had been there for years, centuries even. And Crowley had always been welcome. It didn't matter that the last time he had been inside had been rather painful. He came nonetheless. He didn't know what else to do. They had spent the past few years together, seeing each other multiple times a week and now Aziraphale was just gone... Where was Crowley supposed to be at when not at the bookshop or at least near it?

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He wished to just sleep for a few decades. And it wasn't like he hadn't tried. But something kept him awake. Or rather: someone. Whenever he had closed his eyes, Crowley saw him. His beautiful blue eyes and white curly hair. His sweet smile. Even his stupid glasses when he was reading. He felt every touch of him that was sometimes more and sometimes less unintentionally. And then... Then, Crowley saw his sad eyes before Crowley put on his sunglasses in front of him for the last time, he heard his voice that told him that he forgives him... And he had been wide awake again. And most times even grabbing the next bottle of alcohol to drown out the memories; to somehow cope with his emotions.

Crowley squeezed his eyes shut to stop any tears that were about to form and angrily threw the empty bottle against one of the walls of the buildings, luckily not hitting any window, which, to be fair, was close. "All of this for them? For heaven? You damn idiot!"

Had Aziraphale ever loved him like he loved him? Were there ever real feelings? All those looks, the touches, the risks they had taken for each other... The peaceful existence they had carved out for themselves... Everything they had worked for over the last few years... Had it all mattered half as much to Aziraphale as it had to Crowley?

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rdhadastroke · 1 year

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So this straw-masked dumbass decided to do a thing and share some personal tips about writing fanfiction/writing someone else's character/writing in general!

Please keep in mind that I am a hobbyist writer, not a professional! These are just suggestions/things that help me that may or may not work for you, please feel free to correct me or add your own anecdotes :)

Tips for getting ready to write:

Make sure that you're in an environment where you can concentrate.

Whether that be in a quiet room, a chatty café, or blasting your eardrums out with music, whatever gets you in the groove is good. Not everybody can focus in the same environment, so your choice of surroundings for when you right aren't going to be the same as everyone else's. I (personally) listen to long video essays, my current favorite song on loop, or a playlist about the story/characters.

Clear a space for where you want to write.

Clear the space of excess clutter and keep only what you need. If what you need to write is a lot, that's fine! Having too much going on at once in your writing space can overwhelm and/or distract you. I know from personal experience.

Have all of your materials at hand.

Character sheets, previous stories, note paper to jot down ideas, rough environment & scene sketches... Whatever references and tools you need, keep them with you! Also, keep a glass of water or some other drink nearby. Hydrate or diedrate, my friends.

Make sure that you won't be interrupted while you're writing.

This may not be an option for those of you living with your parents or a roommate, but it's ideal for your creative flow to go undisturbed, uninterrupted, and unwatched. Is your father really watching you write your fanfic? No, probably not, considering that he's snoring. But it still feels weird to write when he's sitting in his armchair right behind you. No, I am not projecting my experience onto the reader under the cover of an absurd joke, why would you say that?

Now that setup is out of the way, let's go over some actual writing stuff:

Always, always, always block out what you want to write before you actually write it.

By "block out", I mean give a basic summary of the events you want to take place in that chapter or segment. I usually do this event-by-event because I struggle to carry on a story without an outline, but you can do it by chapter or by paragraph if you'd like. Make jokes in your mini-summaries, and phrase things in wacky ways (that convey things to you effectively)! You don't have to be too serious about it. After all, if you're in a lil silly goofy mood, you can get an epic sentence like this:

If you get stuck on a part of a story, move on and save it for later.

If you're anything like me, you understand the screaming, crying, pissing, pants-shittingly frustrating experience of not knowing how to describe something or figure out what should be said next. As angering as it is, it's okay. Just write a mini block-in for what you want to happen, want to describe, or the general tone of what you want to be said. Or use a keyword that you can Ctrl+F for to finish those pesky scenes when you're ready. If your writing software can do it (I have no clue if any one program does this, I only use Google Docs), mark the spot for review to return to it later. If you're one of those frighteningly powerful people who write stories by hand, highlight it and paste what you want to go there over it once you're ready. If you aren't familiar with this infuriating part of writing, you're a lucky bastard and I envy you immensely.

If you have writer's block, there are 8 potential strategies (that I can provide) you can use to alleviate it.

These are NOT surefire fixes for writer's block and are EXTREMELY subjective and results will vary from person to person, but they can potentially help you.

Read a book. Sometimes reading how another author writes (dialogue, scenery, figurative language, etc.) can help you get a better grasp of what you want to write, and how you want to write it. You might even get inspired to make a different story, which bleeds into the next point.

Work on/start a different story. (This isn't always the best way to get out of writer's block, so if you can't get a word down, this probably won't help.) Sometimes changing what you're working on can free up the ink clogged in your pen, for lack of a better phrase, and give you an, "aha!" moment.

Eat and drink something. Brains don't work when they don't have fuel, so feed your machine. Frequent maintenance keeps an engine running smooth, so occasionally get a snack and make sure to keep hydrated.

Take a walk and get some fresh air, and touch some grass for the love of god. Jokes aside, getting your body moving can excite your brain into working and clear some brain fog, since exercise gives your brain a dose of serotonin. As silly as it sounds, sitting in the sun and touching some grass can actually make you feel nice and rejuvenated, it helps me a lot. Even if you don't go outside, moving around is a good way to give your brain a break.

Talk to a friend and get their input. Their ideas can get you through a tough spot and inspire you to get writing again.

Look at pretty pictures and distract yourself from what you're doing. I have pictures of art pieces and doodles I like hanging in front of the desk where I write, and losing myself in pretty stuff helps me work through what I'm struggling with.

Jot down notes by hand on what you're trying to do. Planning things out on pen and paper, despite being tedious, imprints information in your mind and can be useful to your writing needs

If you're writing a fanfiction, look at the source material. Chances are, there's something there that could help you along.

If you don't have the motivation to write anything, don't.

This isn't the best advice for someone who's on a time limit, but works wonders for passion projects and fun stories. Very few do their best work when they force themselves to do it. Besides, there's no point in having a hobby if you don't get joy out of it and overly stress over it.

Writing someone else's character? No problemo, here's some fanfic help:

Always look at the source material, and don't be shy to explore new territory with the character.

It's important to stay true to the personality of a character when you're writing someone else's creation, but don't be afraid to throw in some headcanons and artistic flair. Remember, there's a difference between writing a character unrealistically (pertaining to personality, likes, interests, and universe/world/time period) and changing the circumstances of the original story. Characters are people too, and people react differently to the same thing depending on the world around them. A character may not have [x] trait if [y] event never happened, likewise [y] event never would have happened if this character didn't have [x] trait. Take into consideration the people around the character, as well, as they can also affect what the character does and how they develop. Change up small events in the original source material's story to get a different story and a different reaction out of the character. Experiment, and have fun! It's your story, write it your way!

That's all the advice I have for now, and I hope I was helpful! :)))

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adventuresofahobbywriter · 8 days

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starseaweed · 1 month

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Guess what? I wrote something for the little Resident Evil x Little Nightmares crossover. There’s actually more, but I’m going to try and pace myself for this.

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While Mono couldn’t say where they were for certain, he knew it wasn’t the same place Six and him had come from. She had, for some insane reason, followed him into the television, and thankfully shared his fate when the screen spat them both out here. Wherever here might be.

There was something in the air, a clean tension even Six could feel, drastic in its sharpness and nothing like the heavy, endless mist of their city. Of course, the city that they had come from wasn’t “theirs” any more than the city they found themselves in, but Mono pretended that it was more “home” than this new place. He knew there better than here, not that it said much.

One thing he knew though, was that the Adults here were different. Yes, there were some clear twisted Adults that screeched like animals and trudged after them with unseeing determination. Monsters like corpses in bags, given new life, and blind ones that looked like skinned frogs he had seen in the School.

But there were also ones that… weren’t. Adults that ran and weaved and planned. Adults that avoided the twisted Adults, that fought them. Adults with un-twisted faces and bodies. Adults with kind eyes and soft faces, with fluid movement and singing voices. Adults that spoke. Spoke! Mono had gaped when he heard the un-twisted adult talking, and Six had stared, wide-eyed and stone still. They didn’t understand half of what the adult had said, but that didn’t change the fact that it was words. Not grunts, or huffs, or groans. Actual words.

Mono didn’t even know if these were Adults, anymore. They had to be very big children, because Adults did not speak, or run, or fight. No, all they did was hunt, and chase, and scream, or do many other things Mono didn’t understand the meaning of.

The things these Adults did made sense. They were trying to survive like children did. And so, Mono held out hope that maybe these were not Adults after all. He didn’t think Six was as optimistic, but it wasn’t like they talked about it, anyway. Six just followed him, same as always. What did it matter if Mono had started tailing a not-Adult?

The pair had seen a few not-Adults in the midst of the twisted Adults, however, the one they were trailing behind, Mono had taken to calling “Loud”. Sure, he wasn’t the best at naming things but with boots that romped around in the hallways and squeaked on the floors, the name stuck. Whenever he pulled out one of his weapons, the pair of children had to cover their ears. Sometimes, he even shouted things at the twisted Adults, making Mono wonder how Loud had ever survived this long.

Another thing that made him question Loud’s survival instinct was how he kept leaving behind keys. It was very useful, actually; whenever Loud thought he was done with something he would just leave it behind. Much of it was just trash; But once, Loud left behind a small, round and bumpy weapon, and after watching him use another, Six had used hers to explode one of the blind Adults. Mono hadn’t needed to see the grin on her face to know she was absolutely giddy.

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This is all just background that takes place before this and this. Next

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rebiswrites · 29 days

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A Sex Scene For An Empty Theater

I never wanted to find a love that was poetic.

I wanted something mundane and simple.

I didn’t want a messy kiss in the rain with mascara running down my face,

Suffering and picture perfect and beautiful.

I didn’t want to scream from the rooftops

And lie awake at night.

I imagined myself perfectly satisfied

Silent in the kitchen

With my inner world tucked inside my heart

And my secrets safe in spite of the person next to me in bed.

I often stare into the back of your head

Waiting until something snaps into place and I can see straight through it.

I am afraid of your love,

I am afraid of your poetry,

I am afraid of the words I write that outlive me,

Because you have made my life full

And now I will be aware of what it feels like

To be empty.

So please,

If you leave,

Take every memory out the door with you

And either return me to myself or deliver me to you.

I cannot survive as half human and half loss.

-hmh

#hobby writer #original poem #poems and poetry #poemsbyme #words words words #creative writing #original writing #poems on tumblr #love poem #i love you #lovers

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doublegoblin · 10 months

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Putting myself out there!

Hello good people! My name is Maxwell Alabaster and I am an aspiring author. Above is a link to my Wattpad where I am posting my WIP Rituals and Red Tape. It's a little pet project that I would like to share with people! I would best describe the work as a Slice of life/Dark Fantasy with elements of cosmic horror and dark comedy.

I currently have 7 chapters published on this Wattpad (I have many more on here as the first draft copy so if unhinged first drafts are your thing take a peek!).

I'm a hobby writer so uploads are slow going but I want to aim to publish at least something (here or there, WIP or one-off) once a month. Also words of wisdom are appreciated, I know I have room to grow!

Thanks for (hopefully) reading through this elevator pitch/self promotion!

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writingmysinsaway · 8 months

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The creator

The rush, I can feel it running through my veins

The world beneath my fingertips as I create

I can feel the universe expand

Time is not linear and for once I understand

I did not choose this path, it chose me

I never looked for it, I found it blindly

It is natural like it is to breathe

Something inside of me that craves to be released

And yet, something is wrong

I know,

Everything I touch needs to turn to gold

What value does my craft hold if not every line is perfect, every brush stroke?

Even through a magnifying glass, the details need to be just right

Perfection is unobtainable, not easy to define

Even God wiped out His creation with a flood

Riddled with flaws, set it back, restart

I create until my hands feel numb

The familiar routine

The feeling of filling the cup up only halfway

The stutter in the middle of a sentence

The dissonance in an orchestra play

The one mistake when you draw outside the lines of a coloring book

Do it again,

...

The need for it to be more than it is

Now it is too big, the need for it to be less

The need for it to be perfect

And there it is, the validation

That's what I wanted, the recognition

But is it?

It feels good, temporarily

For it to be seen the way I wanted it to be perceived

And now

I'm filling the cup,

I don't stutter,

There is no dissonance in the symphony,

No color outside of the lines in the coloring book

But it never lasts

The cycle repeats itself

The familiar routine

I go back to not filling the cup,

The stuttering,

The dissonance,

The color outside the lines

Perhaps I am the problem?

I look within and I see a reflection of my craft

I see lack

Finally I realize

I never craved the validation from others

Only my own will erase the feeling of lack

And I also realize

The space in the cup leaves room for a journey

The stuttering means I have something important to say

The dissonance can create tension and is what makes the release satisfying

The color outside the lines turns into little drawings that turn the image into my own

I think to myself

Maybe I can find beauty in the flaws

Maybe what I create is enough.

#hobby writer #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #poetry #poem #poems and quotes #poetic #poets on tumblr #perfectionism #perfectionist issues #creative writing #creatives #female writers

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the-lokal-homo · 10 months

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Fuck my brain, I either have motivation to do something, but no ideas or ideas but no fucking Motivation

#i have adhd #i think it because of it #adhd struggles #hobby artist #hobby writer #writing #drawing #ideas

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jecksaa · 10 months

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A little intro that is overdue

Yo! My name is Jecksa or Jex. I am newly into writing fanfic as some of you may have noticed. Could say it's my latest hyper-fixation that is giving me my serotonin boost. It's all Hogwarts Legacy based so if that's not your cup of tea, jump ship now. I am in the process of writing my long fic, and will post when I am nearly finished or finished. Haven't decided yet, until then I will post smut! So if you are under the age of 18, I suggest jumping ship! If you have any requests or ideas you would like to share, drop them in my ask. Always happy to give something a go, and work on my writing skill. Till next time! Jex

#hogwarts legacy #fanfic writer #smut writer #hobby writer #give me prompts #love you <3 #hogwarts legacy fanfic writer

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omegasomeone · 4 months

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It’s been a while since I’ve written anything (even longer in English), but this idea came to me just now, and I wanted to share it because it’s not often I get to share my stories and worlds, so enjoy my talentless writing

I hear a knock at my door. I can’t really answer, I have to watch my fried eggs to not burn them. It’s 6 in the morning, and I wasn’t expecting anyone, much less at this hour. After a dozen seconds, another knock, this one louder. I continue ignoring them: if they wanted to see me, they could just have come later. “Guards here! Ingrid Desne, open this door or we will have to break it open!”

Ugh. That’s a name I hadn’t heard in a long time, kinda hoped I would never hear it again. Can’t help it, I guess. Though, this just made my day worse in less time than it would take to say “bookworm”. “Wait a sec”, I yell, “I’m coming!” I turn off the stove, then note on a sheet of paper: “restock on fire stones”. I place my eggs on a plate. Perfectly cooked! You’re an egg master, Gri! I go to the door, and open it. “What? Also, never call me that again.”

The guard promptly tells me: “You are suspected of attempted murder on a god.”

Oh, my runes. Oh, my fucking runes. And I thought this day couldn’t get any worse. I answer that this case was closed exactly 324 years, 2 months and 9 days ago, and that I was condemned to have my magic sealed off for stabbing a god with a non magical weapon because he killed my partner over losing fucking 20 copper in poker, and that I would go enjoy my breakfast and to come back later with concrete proof but to not bother me before that pretty please, then close the door and come back to my eggs, that are, of course, cold. I haven’t swallowed a single mouthful of eggs when my door suddenly shatters. Half a dozen people burst into my living room. Someone raises their hand, and my mind goes blank.

Might post the rest of the story I had planned out for them later, kinda have a writer’s block right now

next->

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vavoomed-for-crowley · 2 months

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"What If"... Aziraphale really wanted to confess in S2 Ep5?

... and they wouldn't have been interrupted? Now, hear me out. Aziraphale didn't know that demons were waiting outside, which is why he didn't share Crowley's worries. Let's just pretend for the following scene that the demons never threw the brick because they simply couldn't do any harm to the bookshop and were forced to wait for the doors to open.

Crowley had made his way through the dancing people and appeared right behind Aziraphale, who watched the scenery with a smile. "Making it rain is one thing, but a Ball with..." Crowley tried to find the right words for that absurd scenario he was in. "Look, there's something wrong. There is something really wrong." Aziraphale tried to breath even, he felt nervous as he thought about his plan once again but he was ready to shoot his try.

"Well, perphaps you could tell me" he began even before turning around to look at Crowley. "... while we dance." He looked expectantly at the demon.

"You don't dance" Crowley said sceptical, brows furrowed.

Since the reaction wasn't exactly a 'No', Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's hand excitedly and dragged him along to join the others dancing. A wide smile was spread across his face, unable to hide the joy he felt. This was perfect, utterly romantic even.

Crowley was more than just confused. Everything felt so odd, not to mention the danger awaiting them outside the bookshop. If his angel would just listen... They were safe for now but this evening couldn't last forever. Overwhelmed by the entire situation, Crowley somehow just went with it. He knew they could dance, he knew they weren't part of the miracle, yet Crowley was surprised how well they knew the steps and moved together. And that it didn't bother him at all to dance with his angel in an utterly exaggeratedly cheesy situation like this. His hand lay softly on Aziraphale's, fingers slightly curled around his hand. Their touch so softly, so gentle and not even planned but Aziraphale noticed every detail of it, his heart racing as they moved. First, he thought Crowley had curled his finger like that by accident but with every new time their hands touched, Crowley's fingers curled around his hand again like it was the most natural thing. Their eyes met and did Crowley just blush? Aziraphale's heart sure skipped a beat.

Actually, Aziraphale was curious to see how Maggie and Nina were doing but he couldn't take his eyes off Crowley. He looked so handsome and everything about this moment felt so good, he wanted it to last forever. Knowing that this was impossible, Aziraphale tried to capture every little detail to at least remember it whenever he wanted to.

"Hell has sent demons" Crowley said gravely and disturbed Azirphale's thoughts. His brows were furrowed, jaw clenched. If Aziraphale wouldn't have been so caught up in the moment, he would've realized that Crowley was actually really worried. "They are milling around outside, they want Gabriel."

Nevertheless, Crowley didn't stop dancing while talking. It was like the angel was guiding their way and the two of them never having done anything else than spending the evenings dancing together. "We're perfectly safe in here" Aziraphale tried to reassure the demon. He couldn't help the smile that still lay on his lips out of pure joy for this moment. He was dancing with his demon. "Technically, this bookshop still counts as an Embassy."

"I think you need to stop this charade" Crowley said sternly, seriously worried "and we need to work out what to do." And still, his fingers curled around Aziraphale's hand again, this time even somehow more as he really tried to hold onto the angel.

"I am not giving them... Jim" said Aziraphale strictly. He began to get mad, not as Crowley especially. But this wasn't how he imagined the moment to turn out. He wanted a dance, romantic moments, a moment of peace. With him!

"People will get hurt, angel" Crowley almost hissed whilst their faces were a lot closer than usual. Aziraphale felt Crowley's hot breath on his skin before they were more distant again.

"I think you're overestimating how much trouble we're actually in" Aziraphale tried to calm the demon. They were safe in there.

Once again, Crowley raised his eyebrow, giving the angel a sceptical look before turning his gaze towards the window next to the entry of the bookshop. Aziraphale followed his gaze. He could sense the presence of demons, he could make out that they were waiting outside but that was the point. They were outside.

"See?" Aziraphale stated and before he could lock eyes with Crowley again, his gaze met Nina and Maggie, dancing and talking. A smile was on Maggie's face as they were so close and even Nina was somehow smiling throughout their conversation. It worked! Joyfully, Aziraphale faced Crowley again, smiling widely.

"You're way too happy about the situation" Crowley said but joined Aziraphale as he began to dance again to the soft tones.

"Well, my dear, I think what you don't see is that my plan is working and Nina and Maggie... how did you say? Vavoom."

"Vavoom?" Crowley asked and Aziraphale nodded proudly. Crowley looked over at the two mentioned women and indeed, they did not only look like having a good time but as if something had changed between the two of them. The demon couldn't help the small smile forming on his lips as he watched them, suddenly forgetting about the danger outside. Could it really be that Aziraphale's weird plan had worked out?

Aziraphale looked at Crowley the entire time, admiring the dimples appearing as soon as Crowley began to smile and his forehead softening. He felt his heartbeat fasten once again as he admired not just what was in front of him but that things seemed to work out.

"Well, now look at that, angel..." Crowley muttered, still watching the two women. "Looks like you really know what you are doing."

"You think so?" Aziraphale asked happily. Did Crowley the demon actually truly appreciate his actions?

The latter finally turned his head to look at the angel and when their eyes met, even though Crowley still had his sunglasses on, Aziraphale's heart stopped beating for just a second. It was one of those rare moments where Crowley was truly happy and enjoying the moment, no hint of malicious glee or sarcasm, no falsehood to pretend he wouldn't care or like what was happening. And to Aziraphale, he looked so wonderful in that moment, that he fell even harder, if that was even possible.

"Don't like to admit it but looks like it."

"Crowley..." Aziraphale mumbled, his cheeks blushing. The song was slowly coming to an end and Aziraphale was sure Crowley would then start talking about the demons outside again. Right now, at this very moment, this was his chance.

It was Aziraphale that curled his fingers around Crowley's hand this time, allowing even some soft pressure on them and when he did, it was Crowley's heartbeat that fastened, himself unsure to keep the eyes on the angel or their hands, surprised by the action. "I was thinking..." the angel continued slowly, choosing his words wisely. "About us. I was thinking about us, I mean."

"Us?" Crowley asked, brows furrowed once again but automatically holding tighter onto Aziraphale's hand as his heartbeat fastened even more.

"Us. As in you and me. And I realized, not that I hadn't noticed it before, but in all this time I could always rely on you. You were always there for me. Put your trust in me, helped me. And... even if you don't want to hear it, you're not so bad after all. And you show that to me every day." Aziraphale realized that the music was about to end in less than a minute. Time was running out. "Crowley, having you by my side makes me happy. I-" The courage left him; the last notes of the music starting. Now or never! "Vavoom" Aziraphale muttered and quickly shook his head. Too late. The composition came to an end and Crowley had heared what Azirpahle had just muttered, even though Azirpahle had multiply practiced what to say earlier. He blushed instantly.

"Vavoom?" Crowley asked. They had stopped dancing, a new composition started to play but they just stood there, hands still touching mid-air. Too caught up in the moment to realize what was happening around them. It felt like time stood still, even though a new composition started to play. A slight smirk was in the corner of his lips, not giving away how fast his heart was beating. Was really happening what he was thinking was happening?

"I..." Suddenly, Aziraphale felt very shy. Almost ashamed by his choice of words.

"Yes, angel?" Crowley asked, left eyebrow raised.

Aziraphel felt Crowley's fingers curled around his hand, softly holding it, felt his gaze through the sunglasses but did not notice that Maggie and Nina, even though they were still dancing, were watching them as well now.

"Do you think this is their first time?" Nina asked Maggie. "I mean, he told me they don't date but look at them!"

"I think they are about to kiss!" Maggie said with a mixture of excitement, surprise and joy. "We... We should look away" she said and adverted her gaze quickly.

Aziraphale put down his hand and placed his fingers around Crowley's glasses instead. Carefully, he put them down. "Angel..." the demon whispered, trying to stop him, trying to stop people from seeing his eyes but he was too caught up into the moment and too distracted from Aziraphale right in front of him.

"I want to see your eyes..." Aziraphale whispered, their bodies much closer now than before as he had come closer to take off the sunglasses "...when I tell you that I love you, Crowley."

"You-" Crowley repeated softly before his eyes widened. "You do what?" He didn't even wait for Aziraphale to repeat his words. He might would change his mind then. Not giving that a chance. Instead, he grabbed the angel by the collar and closed the distance between them by pressing their lips together.

Vavoom, indeed.

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adventuresofahobbywriter · 23 hours

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#creative writing #dnd #fantasy #fantasy writing #hobby writer #magic #portal #character creation #feedback #tumblr polls #poll time #random polls #my polls

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starseaweed · 28 days

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Part three of my Resident Evil/Little Nightmares crossover is here, for the few people who care! As stated in the previous part, this was originally one block of writing separated into smaller chunks, so reading the first and previous pieces is highly recommended!

~ “Ada?” The pair of children froze in their tracks.

“What the…” He patted down his form. “My gun-” Gaze sliding down, his eyes widened a smidge when he was met with two kids standing in the middle of his scattered ammunition. “Hey!” “Run!” As fast as they could manage, the duo ran for the vents. “Wait, come back here-!”

Ignoring his call, Six dashed straight for the vent. “Gah!” I can’t reach it without a boost! “Oi!” Then drop the weapon and run! “No way!” You drop your key first! Seeing the not-Adult stagger behind them, Mono shook his head. We need this! Just… Run! He caught sight of an elevator at the end of the hall. “Hey!” That way!

Both children made a mad dash for the elevator. Unfortunately, Loud had longer legs, and unlike most other Adults, he wasn’t afraid to use them. In a few quick strides he was already behind them. With a grunt, Six bit a loop-like object sticking out of her weapon and pulled it out, before throwing the entire thing behind her. “Hey! That’s dangerous-!” Loud threw his hand in front of his eyes as a burst of white light blazed across the hall. “Damnit!”

“Ai!” Giving a frantic motion forwards, she urged Mono towards the elevator shaft. He came to a skidding halt in front of the controls, bending down so Six could scuttle on top of him and press the button. “Ah!” I can’t reach!

Biting his lip, he dropped the key and stood up, just tall enough for her to press the scuffed red button. The elevator started promptly, and he breathed a sigh of relief before he heard the tell-tale clatter of Loud’s boots. Six almost crashed to the ground with how Mono whirled around, immediately putting his arms out in front of her. The not-Adult took a step forward, brows scrunched together as he looked at them. “…Kids?!” Already backed up against the hand-rail, Mono glanced behind him. Six had grabbed the rail and leaned backwards over the gap between the elevator shaft and the platform. Just as the elevator came to a stop, he grabbed the key and ducked around the safety railing, slipping into empty air.

“Shit, wait!” A harsh scraping noise followed behind the children as they dove into the shaft, immediately jolting when a pair of hands locked around them. Shell shocked, Mono looked up at their captor… or savior.

Loud gave a strained sigh as he lay, face down with his hands shoved in-between the platform and the wall. “I got you,” he muttered, before struggling to his feet. Determined not to use his hands, it took him a good few seconds before he stood straight and finally got a good look at them. Six, of course, was kicking and squirming in his grip. “Easy kid,” he said, and paused. “…If you are a kid.” He looked them up and down. With his eyebrows knit together and his lips set in a firm line, he looked like he’d never seen children before. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”

Mono blinked, and glanced over at Six, who had started biting the not-Adult’s fingers. Even if Loud hardly reacted, she was determined to leave him with as many cuts as possible. “Ow, stop, I’m not trying to-” She just bit down harder. “Jesus! Calm down!” Glaring at him with her teeth sunk into his thumb, she jerked her head back, making a large spot of blood well up on his skin. He winced, but staunchly resisted the urge to flinch. With a huff and another hard glare, Six chewed and swallowed whatever she had in her mouth.

Loud clenched his jaw as he looked between the two of them, and his hand, littered with tiny teeth marks. After a moment of consideration, he inhaled. “Listen. I’m going to set you down, and you’re not going to run away, got it?” Mono tilted his head. He understood… most of that, the question was whether or not his friend would comply. “Got it?” Loud repeated.

Six turned her head to Mono, and hesitantly, he nodded. She huffed, shooting him a dirty look, but stopped wiggling so much. “Alright.” Stepping off the elevator, the not-Adult kneeled down and placed the duo on the floor. He took the opportunity to look them over again, with that same air of confusion about him.

Mono had already dropped the key in favor of scooting to Six’s side, grabbing her wrist before she could bolt. Again, she gave him a scowl, but he shook his head and gave a barely perceptible, “Ai.” ~

This was probably one of the more difficult sections to write, because I feel like I don’t have a good enough grasp on Leon’s character, and I suck at action sequences. How’d I do? Check out the accompanying art for this scene here and here!

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Are there any other species besides realtors or regular guys that live in Uncanny Valley?

Well, hello. And might I say, what a great question, my dear.

Yes, in fact. There are numerous other species that I remember who lived in Uncanny Valley. Many of these species arrived in the same way that Realtors and Regular Guys did, and that would be by way of Anomaly. Anomalies were the leading cause and starting point of almost all new developments within Uncanny Valley. Numerous new plants and animals were brought into existence through this circumstance. Most all were non-sentient beings, and resembled normal creatures outside of the valley, but with their own Uncanny attributes added onto them. Some of the most notable and/or prevalent were these species:

"Un-Deer/Uncanny Deer", the Undeere - Commonly known as "not-a-deer", These creatures have often been called cryptids by Humans. However they are just common creatures from Uncanny Valley. It's been rumored that some have escaped in the past, so it's not surprising that Humans outside of the valley have seen them. Unfortunately, anomammals are often unable to survive for long outside of Uncanny Valley. This is why they seem rare to Humans. The Undeere are deer-like creatures, with scrawny skeletal frames and joints that don't seem to make sense. Their faces look like deer mixed with dogs and zebras. They a have a primary, wide set of eyes where you'd expect, and then another smaller set right underneath. They were often dark and closed, so they are hard to spot unless you look for them. They had somewhat sharp teeth, and somewhat protruding fangs. These creatures are mostly non-hostile, however, and they are Omnivores who mostly eat vegetation and scavenged meat. They rarely ever hunt. I won't include a picture here, but they can be found relatively easily online by searching for images of 'Not-deer cryptids'.

The Non-human mimics, Mimesen - Mimesen ( Mi-Meh-Sen ) are somewhat humanoid looking creatures which are fairly elusive and are considered endangered in Uncanny Valley. There used to be a larger population of these creatures, unfortunately they have been overly preyed upon by Regular Guys, and sometimes even Realtors. Due to their vaguely humanoid-like appearance, they were often used by Regular Guys to obtain high-quality materials with which they could use to craft their body, or simply for general consumption. Realtors also sometimes used them as an alternative to Humans for a food source. Mimesen stand roughly around 4'10"-5'4" in height, and take on a raptor-like stance. Their main features are a hunched back, elongated neck, clawed hands and feet, and long ears. Some would also have a tail. Mimesen had a small, pointed face with delicate features. The features of the face overall looked more like vague suggestions rather than overt and prominent statements. They had a soft and aloof look to them, and could commonly have fur-like hair on their head, normally reaching no longer than shoulder length. As for their sentience, and mental capacity.. They were considered semi-sentient, with the mental capacity of a roughly 11 year old human child. These creatures were strictly herbivorous.

Finally.. There were the skittering Krascals. Krascals are somewhat small, feral creatures who make Uncanny Valley their home. Some Humans, Regular Guys, and even some Realtors sometimes try to socialize them and 'domesticate' them, as they are often looked at as endearing little beings. Krascals resemble cats, raccoons, and possums. They're usually around the same size as cats, if not smaller, and they take on many personality traits that are similar to the examples of the creatures I listed previously. They are Omnivorous scavengers, who can also eat and digest inorganic materials. They often make the suburbs their home, digging through trash and leftover materials in order to survive. Some types have been bred for captivity as pets, and can have unique patterning or coat colors. Largely though, they are dark grey with black and white markings.

Thank you very much again for your question. Let's give some appreciation to my adorable and loving Husband for submitting such a fascinating query, hm? Furthermore, I truly hope you, dear reader, have enjoyed learning more about my homeland. I spent much time on the visual depictions of these creatures, sketching them on paper first, then later digitalizing them for your optimal viewing experience. I would appreciate further asks about subjects of this kind, so feel free to submit yours, and I may even draw a little sketch to answer it. Until next time, dear readers, remember...

``Make the uncanny your reality.``

- 🍒Maison Talo

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