#The last thing I needed was to start another multichap

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I cannot believe that I forgot to post this yesterday. This was the day that I was most excited for!! Since, uh, this may have spiraled away and now I'm still working on it as a multichap fic. Here is the link to Ao3 where I'll be updating it in the future, if anybody is interested.

Anyway! Phantasy Phest day 5- "The Doctors Fenton should have planned for all eventualities." @phantasycentral

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"Alright, kids!" Madeline Fenton beams at her children, fists on her hips and chest puffed out, nearly bouncing on her toes with just how excited she is. "Remember—stay back behind the line of tape and keep your goggles on at all times! If it gets too bright even with the goggles, look away! Don't just cover your eyes."

"Yes, mom," Jazz says, looking up from her book for a second before turning back to it, posture perfect as she sits at one of their workbenches.

"Danny?" Maddie asks, turning her gaze on her youngest.

"Yeah, mom. Stay back, keep my goggles on. I got it," he says. He, at least, looks more attentive. It makes her smile grow to see him interested in her's and Jack's work.

"Great! Jack, how are we doing?" She turns on her heel to call her question to her husband, back straight and smile wide.

"A-OK!" He booms out, sending her a thumbs up from where he's checking over the wiring and electronics and everything one last time before they start their first attempt to power on their magnum opus. "I'm almost done! Just need to double check the soldering on this..."

Everything's going perfectly.

Jack comes to stand next to her where she stands next to the generator. It's job is to get the spark going for the initial power before the ectoplasmic battery kicks in to handle power generation and supply, making the portal self-sustaining. A genius move, in her opinion, and a really neat piece of engineering due to Jack's prowess.

"Alright!" She glances over to double check that her children are standing back behind the line they'd taped onto the ground. Satisfied that they are, in fact, in the safe zone and do, in fact, have their goggles on, she nods. Even if Jazz wasn't really paying attention, that wasn't too much of an issue. The main show was still to come.

"Let's get that countdown going!" Jack yells out, a wide grin on his face.

Maddie nods at her husband, the movement sharp and decisive. It's time. It's time, after all these years and all that work.

She clears her throat.

"Five."

Jack picks up the plug connected to the portal.

"Four."

Maddie hovers her hand over the generator's switch.

"Three."

She clicks it on, the rocker switch flicking over to the on position.

"Two."

The generator hums to life, rattling under her hand.

"One."

Jack plugs the power cord into the generator. A spark races through the portal and—nothing.

"...what?" Maddie's jaw is slack.

How... how could it not work? After years of research? Of—of blood, sweat, and tears, missed grants, of years of widespread ridicule from the rest of the scientific community...

Jack unplugs the portal from the generator before dropping both cords and smacking himself on the forehead so loudly the sound of his glove hitting flesh rings throughout the room.

"Whoops! Forgot to turn the darn thing on!" He laughs, jogging over to the side of the portal. "Silly me!"

Maddie takes another breath, heart beating harshly in her chest.

There, sitting proudly on the wall next to the frame, sits an on and off switch. The 'off' button is depressed. Jack clicks the on button and jogs back over to Maddie.

Please... please let it work this time...

"Let's give that another go!"

Maddie nods, clearing her throat again and starting up another countdown. Her hand shakes slightly where it rests on the warm plastic of the generator. "Five... four... three... two... one..."

Jack plugs the portal into the generator again and another spark skips through the portal. Then another spark, and then, in a bright flash, everything changes.

Green floods the portal, swirling out from the center point. It audibly roars to life, sounding like a great waterfall.

Maddie watches, enraptured, as it stretches out to the anchors in the portal's frame.

And stays.

Maddie watches the portal with wide eyes for a second, two seconds, ten seconds. Time ticks on as the portal continues to swirl in its housing, not showing any signs of degradation or mishap.

"Jack!" Maddie gasps his name out, hand coming up to clasp over her mouth. Tears spring to life in her eyes as she watches the greatest creation of her life sit there and swirl away.

"We did it!" Jack roars, scooping her up in a backbreaking hug.

Her hand comes away from her mouth in that instant and she pulls herself up him, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning the hug.

"We did it!" She echoes, almost screaming it, cheeks aching from how widely she's smiling. "We did it!" She repeats, hugging her husband back and laughing into his chest, her own light with pure joy. "The portal works!"

"Oh, Mads..."

One of their children makes a faint noise of disgust behind them as Jack presses a kiss to her lips.

"After all these years," she murmurs, still grinning like a fool. "After all these years, we did it."

"We'll have to send Vladdie a letter!" Jack grins, finally setting her down. "Maybe he'll want to get the band back together," he says, waggling his eyebrows. "His chem focus would be wonderful right now!"

She hums, moving to the camera they set up to record the portal's opening. "We should. I'm not too sure what he's up to these days..."

Even if Vlad didn't want to join their research team, there was still so much to do. The portal was open, which meant so many possibilities for experiments!

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"So, man," Tucker starts, shoving spoonfuls of meatloaf into his mouth, "I saw the news. Your parents did something, right?"

"Yeah," Danny replies, pushing his own meatloaf around his tray. "They opened a portal to the Ghost Zone. Afterlife? Whatever they called it. Got it open a couple days before school started, on the first. I'm surprised that the news only picked it up just now, though. Must've been because the city came by to check it out after they finally finished disconnecting entirely from the power grid."

"So you have a portal to hell in your basement? That's cool. Can we check it out?" Sam asks, forking a pile of lettuce out of her packed lunch.

Danny shrugs, pushing his sad mashed potatoes around his lunch tray. None of it was really appetizing, but he knows he should eat. "Maybe. Mom and Dad have been down there a lot recently, and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let anyone go in."

Finally, he scoops up a combined bite of meatloaf and mashed potato and shoves it into his mouth.

Blegh.

"You should totally ask them!" Tucker says, wagging his spork at Danny. "It's your birthday, after all, D. They might feel more inclined to do things for you."

Danny hums noncommittally. He doubts he could pry them out of the basement for much more than two minutes, and there's no way that he would subject his friends to the inevitable lecture about the evilness of ghosts and the importance of telling them if they saw anything.

Like, sure, ghosts were real at this point. They had, as Sam said, a portal to hell in their basement. Danny's seen a couple little blobby things floating around, mostly near the wooded area on the east side of town. They look cute and not at all evil, though, so Danny's not really sure about any of it.

"Oh, yeah. Speaking of my birthday and people doing things for me, are we still on for Nasty Burger today after school?" Danny asks. "I wanna do something with you guys, but I'm pretty sure Jazz is planning a surprise party. She's been harping on about family time recently, since they've been working so much."

"Yeah," Sam nods. "Sorry for being busy tonight, again," she scowls. "My parents are total... downers."

The way she says it very clearly implies she'd rather be saying something else.

"It's all good," Danny says, waving his own spork. "Tuck, you too."

"Sorry, man."

Danny just shakes his head. Them going to Nasty Burger for a meal after school was enough, really. "If you want, you guys could always make it up to me by coming to see the meteor shower with me in a couple weeks. It'll be cool!"

"I'll ask my parents," Sam says, scowling again.

"Pretty sure Mom and Dad will be fine with it, so yeah, I'll come do your nerd stuff with you!"

Danny snorts. "Tuck, you're also a nerd."

"Says Mr. 'I need all the straight A's and extra credit, I'm going to be an astronaut,'" Tucker teases back. "You rank higher in nerd-dom than I do."

"Dude, you made your PDA run Doom."

Tucker sighs dramatically. "It was my test run for DOOMED. Besides, somebody got a high end pregnancy test to run Doom, I'm not that special. I will be, though, if I get it to play DOOMED. I'll get it one day, mark my words," he says, banging his fist against the table. "But you, dude, nerd about science. On the other hand, I nerd about practical things—computers."

"Your PDA doesn't have a mouse, Tuck. How are you even going to play?"

"Heresy!" Tucker gasps out. "There's always a way when you're passionate enough! My baby can do anything!"

"What'd you name your PDA this time?" Sam asks him, smirking and sounding deeply, deeply amused.

Tucker narrows his eyes at her.

"It's Delilah," Danny pipes up, hiding his shit eating grin behind another bite of the gross lunch food, this time with the sad little green beans in there as well.

"Danny!"

Sam cackles.

The rest of the day flies by quickly. Danny's had more than enough time to do his homework, even reading ahead when he gets bored on weeknights and his stupid curfew's too close to actually go out and do anything and none of his books sound interesting to read for the fifth-sixth-seventh-etc time. Today's not a P.E. day either, so he gets to walk out of the school not sweaty and gross.

Tucker's arm catches him around the neck as they walk out of school, Tucker animatedly recounting his Home Ec. period and how Josh from sophomore year lit his omelet on fire.

"Like, who even does that?" Tucker laughs. "How do you light eggs on fire? They're, like, wet. They're literally liquid when they go into the pan."

"I dunno, man. Sounds like my dad."

"Remind me to never eat at your house," Sam says, walking on his other side.

Danny snorts. "You—neither of you would want to anyway," Danny says. "You know how annoying it is to re-kill a turkey after you've already cooked and served it?"

"Danny dude, what the hell, man," Tucker deadpans. "The more you mention stuff about your house, the more I get concerned."

"What, you didn't realize that in elementary when your mom would never let you come over to my house?" Danny asks. "You didn't think it was weird that I only went over to your house and you never came over to mine?"

"Nah, man. I think I was just happy that it was my house."

"Ooh, look at his ego, already so big, so young," Danny coos mockingly, squawking in indignation seconds later as Tucker pulls his head down to attempt to noogie him. "Dude! You have to be nice to me, it's my birthday!"

The three of them get a booth at Nasty Burger.

"Happy birthday," Sam says, shoving a twenty at him as he goes for his wallet, standing there at the counter. "I can use my allowance for something good."

"Thanks, Sam," Danny grins.

She makes him keep the change, too, all six dollars and forty three cents of it. Tucker whines about having to buy his own triple patty Nasty Stacker, but Sam just flips him the bird.

"I have a present for you as well, Danny!" Tucker says as they slide into their chosen booth. "It's just, uh, not done yet."

"You're making me something?" Danny asks, curiosity rising. As much as he ribbed Tuck earlier, the dude was a genius with computers.

"Yup," Tuck nods, taking a sip from his milkshake and refusing to answer any of Danny's wheedling follow up questions. "Ooh, the mystery flavor is chocolate cherry!"

Soon enough, their number is called. Sam waves him down when he attempts to get up to get their orders, going herself.

Conversation stills for the first couple minutes as they all rip into their respective burgers and fries.

Danny's the one to get it started again after he's gone through about half of his burger. "Tuck, how's the robotics club stuff going?"

"Robotics and A/V," Tucker corrects through a mouthful of burger. He swallows before continuing, thankfully for the integrity of his shins. "Really good, actually! Falluca's talking about getting us into a state competition, probably a maze-solver. I'm teaching a couple upperclassmen how to code, actually, since most people are just in it for the hardware side of things."

Danny nods.

"All the shop kids, yeah?" Sam asks, taking a sip of her own blueberry milkshake. "They talk about the club during class. Any luck in getting the astronomy club off the ground, Danny?"

He groans, clutching his own milkshake glass. "No, none at all. We've only got like, three people and no sponsor. And don't say ask Lancer. We've tried. He's club sponsor for like seven clubs or something and has no time."

"I'm surprised that he does all that and teaches like three different subjects," Tucker says.

"Jazz says he only teaches one, but he's the school's default substitute teacher," Danny says. At their looks, he goes on to say, "One of the clubs he runs is the peer mentoring thing that she does."

"Ah."

Eventually, they work their way through their food.

Sam's phone trills, loud and harsh. She yanks it out of her backpack only to scowl at it. "The shrew's demanding I come home. Sorry, guys."

"No problem," Danny says. "See you tomorrow? Or Monday?"

"Tomorrow, hopefully," she grumbles, gathering up her tray and glass. "I'll get bubbe to help me sneak out if I need to."

"Don't get in trouble!" Tucker yells after her as she leaves.

Outside, the sun is just barely setting, the horizon turning a bright yellow-orange. The stars will be out in a little while.

Danny and Tucker finish the last of their fries and milkshakes in peaceful silence.

"Sorry, man. I gotta go before it gets dark," Tucker says after a while. His tray is clean, save for a mostly demolished squirt of ketchup. "See you... Monday, probably, depending on how the thing with Grandma goes."

"See you, dude," Danny waves him off. "It's all good."

"Night! And happy birthday, man!"

"Night!" Danny replies.

Eventually, he gets up and goes to dump his own tray off at the trash, sliding the paper and wrapper into the bin and stacking the tray on the others, his glass going with the other two.

Time to go home, then.

It's warmer than normal for this time of September, with only the slightest chill in the air. It's the twenty second, after all. Not only is it his birthday, it's the start of fall. The fall equinox, when night and day are the same length. After today, the days will get shorter and shorter until the winter solstice when the light is the shortest and the night is the longest. And then it'll start to grow again until the spring equinox, when the day and night will be balanced again and the amount of daylight will start to increase again afterwards.

It's interesting to see such an obvious sign of the earth's tilted axis, Danny thinks. When he was first learning about the earth and how it functioned in space, he was over the moon (heh) to know that his birthday fell on one of those special days.

By the time he reaches his neighborhood, the Ops center having been visible from a couple blocks away, the sun is fully below the horizon, stars blanketing the sky. He can't really see them all very well, but Amity isn't that big of a city.

The house is dark when he gets back.

His heart starts to pound in his chest. Is Jazz really throwing him a surprise party? Maybe Sam and Tuck having to take off early was a cover.

Danny slips his key in the lock, their security system chirping at him. He steps into the house and shuts the door behind him, cautiously walking forward to the light switch. As he flicks it on, his phone buzzes in his pocket. At the same time, the door to the basement is thrown open with a loud crash and Danny just about jumps out of his skin.

"Sweetie!" Mom says. "You're home!"

Danny straightens up slightly, a smile on his face. It's... not exactly jumping out of the dark and screaming happy birthday like they did that one time, but it's close enough. Right?

"Don't stay up too late," she continues. "Your dad and I got a ping on the ghost radar!" Dad bustles out from behind her, arms laden with all sorts of stuff that he's pretty sure look like weapons. "Stay inside and remember to lock the door!" She says, rushing after Dad straight out the door without a glance back or another word to him.

Danny's left there, standing in the entryway, key still in hand and his heart in his stomach.

That's the first time he's seen them all week and...

They didn't even say happy birthday.

Numbly, he takes his phone out of his pocket. One new message from Jazz.

[Hey Danny. Something came up; I have to go do something for one of the kids I'm peer mentoring, a middle schooler. I... might be able to tell you about it later? It's kind of really bad.]

[Sorry, little brother. Don't wait up for me. I'll make it up to you later.]

[Good night! <3]

That's... gosh, that's just so Jazz. Danny blinks hard and sniffles, laughing a little.

It's understandable as well. Jazz wouldn't just not help whatever middle schooler it was. Just like he understood that Sam's parents were overbearing, and Tucker had to go visit his grandma with his parents.

[no prob, jazz]

[i think im just going to go to bed]

[night]

He sniffles again, phone loosely clutched in his hand as he trudges up the stairs. It doesn't ding again. Jazz must be really busy.

Danny tosses his backpack into the corner, the overburdened thing hitting the carpet with a dull thud. His phone goes on his bedside table next before tosses himself this time, straight down onto his bed.

He presses his face against his pillows.

Really, he shouldn't have expected anything different. Not from his friends or Jazz, god no! Sam's parents are notorious douches. The few times that he's met them, they've been cold to him every time; plus, they refuse to let him and Tucker come over to their house to hang out. Tucker's grandma is really old and not in the best health, so much so that she's up at Amity General. Jazz is a bleeding heart at the best of times and it's some kid that's got a problem, so of course she's going to go help them.

His parents, though...

You'd think that physically pushing a little human being out of you would make you remember the date that it happened on. Dad's usually the more forgetful one. Mom looking him in the face, talking to him, and then blowing him off... that hurt.

It was nice to see them so excited the other day, opening the portal. It was their end goal for so long... well. Danny forgot that there was a goal after it, he guesses. The ghosts.

They actually had something new to work towards. And it's not like he's a little kid anymore. He can look after himself! It's...

Mom would at least attempt to make a cake, usually. Dad would be the one to present him with his gift, almost more excited than Danny himself sometimes. Jazz would be taking pictures, the shutter going off throughout them all singing happy birthday and Danny blowing out the candles.

Even if it was usually just the four of them after Danny's disastrous fifth birthday party, they usually had one. Heck, if they didn't because of some accident or mishap or whatever (like when they all had to go down to Spitoon because Aunt Alicia broke her leg and her neighbor was on a trip, leaving her to take care of herself) they would at least still say happy birthday to him.

He grits his teeth, releasing a shuddering sigh.

Danny doesn't want to be mad or sad on his fifteenth birthday.

"Screw it," he mutters, flipping around and pushing himself up. He'll have a good time on his own. It's his birthday, he can do whatever he wants to.

Just in case Jazz comes back before he does, he stuffs his bag and half of the contents of his dirty clothes hamper underneath his blanket, wrapping a black shirt around more clothing to be a stand in for his head. The only thing that he takes with him when he slips out of the house is a flashlight, phone left on his nightstand.

The night air is nice and cool, brushing over his bare arms and cheeks.

Danny meanders to the east, heading towards the woods. His hands are tucked into his pockets, fingers of his right hand toying with the butt of the flashlight. There's a clearing there where he's gone to stargaze before, so it's not like he's just going to go get lost in the woods. He has some sense.

It's far enough out that the lights from the town fade a lot, but not far enough away that it would take him forever and a half to get there and back. It might be Friday, but he'd still like to get to sleep sometime before midnight, thanks.

The temperature drops the deeper he goes into the woods. Maybe he should've brought a jacket.

He just had to get out of his house. His empty house.

A branch snaps under his foot as he walks deeper, intent on the clearing—or any clearing at this point, really. He keeps half an eye on the sky, trying to figure out just how deep he should go to get the best view.

Danny had only ever gone to the clearing with his mom before, after all. She was the one who led the way.

He sighs rather forcefully.

The entire point of doing this was to get away from his thoughts of his parents, not make more of them. All he should be doing is walking to the clearing—a clearing—and watching the stars as his birthday gift to himself. Maybe he'll do a little recreational planning for the yet-to-be made astronomy club. There's got to be more than two other people at Casper High that like astronomy. Maybe tempting people with watch parties would be the way?

He perks up as he spots a light spot up ahead. A clearing!

Danny speeds up, but still takes care not to trip over anything. Breaking his leg out in the woods with no cellphone would really put a cherry on top of this already crummy day.

As he steps into the clearing, he notices a little trail of mushrooms a few steps ahead. It seems to circle much of the empty space, sealing the area in a ring. He steps closer and crouches down, studying them.

His first thought is that Sam would absolutely love them.

In the pale light of the moon, the mushrooms are almost violently purple. With the way that the tops of them—the caps, he's pretty sure they're called—are speckled with tiny white dots, it almost looks like it's glowing. They aren't though.

He almost touches one before one of Sam's screeds on, quote, 'idiot wannabe foragers getting themselves killed by being idiots' rings out in his head. If he couldn't tell what it was, touching it was a bad idea. He's... not sure they're not poisonous, but sitting in the clearing should be fine, right? It's not like mushrooms released any sort of toxic gas or whatever.

Danny straightens back up and steps into the ring, intent on the mossy log nearer to the center of the clearing. It'd be nice to sit and lean against it while looking up at the stars.

The grass is soft and lush under his hands as he lowers himself down, the bark and moss on the log scratching lightly against his back through his t-shirt. He tilts his head back with a sigh, thunking lightly against the log.

There's not much of a moon in the sky tonight, though that'll change soon. It's waxing, just almost a crescent currently. If he remembers right, the next full moon will be in... just a little over a week? It makes seeing the stars even easier.

As he traces the constellations he knows like the back of his hand with his eyes, though, his mind wanders.

Going off to be on his own and look at the stars won't do much for the uncomfortable, squirming feeling that sits at the base of his rib cage. At most, it'll just be another band-aid over a bullet wound, as it were.

He huffs, scrubbing a hand over his face.

Danny loves his parents. He knows, he knows, his parents love him as well. His parents just... also really love their work, too. And it hasn't even been long since they finished their biggest and best invention ever. It's the portal, the one that they've been working on for years and years now. He can't really blame them, can he? They've put so much of their life, of their time and effort, into building it. And now that it's done, they can continue their lives' work.

The squirming at the base of his rib cage twists, heat building behind his eyes.

He just... he just wishes that their lives' work didn't mean ignoring him and Jazz.

Danny tilts his head back again, tears pooling in his eyes. His head rests against the bark, staring sightlessly up at the stars.

God, he wishes he could be up there with them. He wishes he could just... get away from here, go somewhere else. If he could snap his fingers and fill in the rest of high school and college and be standing on NASA's front steps, about to go up there, he would.

Finally, the tears fall from his eyes, tracking down his cheeks. They catch the chill in the air and cool against his skin quickly, even as more keeps coming.

He cries. He's not exactly sure when he stops, but eventually no more run down his cheeks and his sight is clear once again.

Danny stares up at the North Star. Polaris. Part of the constellation Ursa Minor. The way the little bear's tail is shaped, connecting up to the body, is reminiscent of a small ladle, the Little Dipper to the Ursa Major's Big Dipper. Polaris isn't actually just one star—it's three stars all bundled together in the same star system.

He racks his brain.

Polaris Aa, Polaris B, and Polaris Ab, or P. Right. Polaris Aa was a... yellow supergiant. The other two were main sequence stars, or dwarf stars. Polaris Aa is a cepheid, making it an important standard candle.

He yawns, the resulting tears making him squeeze his eyes shut for a second.

Standard candles... used the brightness of stars to gauge distances. Since Polaris is so close to the Earth, it's... studied a lot.

His eyes start to drift closed as he continues to mentally rattle off the facts he knows about Polaris, just as he used to instead of counting sheep when he was younger.

It takes no time at all before he's out like a light, sitting right there against the mossy log in the forest.

---

The Doctors Fenton pierced a hole through the veil to the Infinite Realms.

However... the thing about the Veil, and veils in general, is that they are not, by definition, flat. They are not rigid objects such that can be punctured easily. Veils and the Veil... twist. Layer.

True enough, on the other side of the Veil lies the land of the dead, the underworld, the Infinite Realms—but in the folds in between lies the Others. The In Between layers.

The Doctors Fenton should have taken care to plan for every eventuality of things Other than ghosts coming to their little town.

That night, in the forest outside of Amity Park, the Doctors' son Daniel sleeps in a clearing in the woods ringed by mushrooms.

Faerie rings, faerie circles... humans know them and are wary of them from their various mythologies and legends. By and large, a circle of mushrooms in the woods or the plains means nothing at all. It is simply a biological quirk of the formation and life cycle of mycelium.

But in areas where the Veil is thin, that changes.

And in Amity Park? The site of the largest, most stable, most permanent hole in the Veil in human history?

Danny goes missing that day.

In one moment, he sleeps. In the next, there is nothing in the clearing beside the flashlight that slipped from insensate fingers.

It's hardly noticeable that the boy went missing—he's in his bed in the morning, after all. Staying out for a single night can hardly be called missing, especially when his parents were none the wiser to his location being anywhere else than his bed.

Sure, there may be twigs and leaves in his hair and his eyes are slightly too sharp, too keen, too bright, his teeth much the same and his ears coming to a point, but no one notices.

Except his friends. His friends know.

They get the story the next day, squirreled away in the town park, Danny's back pressed up against a tree, about how he went out into the woods and stepped into a ring of mushrooms and fell asleep sitting against a mossy log, looking wistfully up at the stars and begging, pleading with them to be taken away. How he woke up under sheets that were much too soft to be his own, in a room that looked more like the inside of a living tree than a wooden house. How the person that greeted him upon his waking wasn't human.

And—he looks to the left, to the right, and lowers his voice—how he wasn't human anymore.

#danny phantom #fantasy au #fae and creature au #danny needs a hug #place your bets now. how long will it take before whatever fae on the other side adopts our boy? #phantasy phest 2023

[gendervapor14]

I've read a lot of your stories (and liked them a lot) so I'm wondering how you plan out longer fics? I feel like I want to add to the Corazon pile but I don't really know where to start

anon.... [steps closer and kisses you on the head] thank you. i had an entire work shift to think about this and i still haven't come up with a clear answer 😅 but i will certainly offer all the help and advice i can!!

starting is my favorite part!! you need some sort of idea. doesn't have to be anything crazy. (i'm sure you have plenty!) for instance, the idea that inspired me to write 01746 was "i want rosinante to have a proper backstory." for two fights for freedom, the idea was "i want cora and bell-mere to live and have a nice family together". i think vaguer ideas are more likely to lead to larger stories, but as i'm sure you've seen, i tend to write a lot (a decent portion of my multichaps were supposed to be oneshots) but regardless of length, every good story starts with the desire to put an idea out there, and i get the feeling you've got that part covered!

in terms of physically writing, this is where things get a little tricky. bigger stories tend to involve planning. personally, i'm a pantser. my natural writing process involves no planning. nowadays i do a ton of planning, but that's because i've taken on a ton of hours at work, so i don't have the time to sit around and experiment with my writing anymore. if i want a story to go a certain direction, i need to have some sort of guideline to keep me on track with time. so consider how much free time you have. if you have a lot, you might not have to worry too much about outlining or making mistakes, because you'll have plenty of time to fool around and fix things.

(also worth noting it IS just fanfiction, and the post button is not setting your words in stone. i've edited plenty of things after posting, made some major edits too! that's always okay. it's just fanfiction :) i've never had a reader get upset about me tweaking previous chapters.)

in terms of guidelines or no guidelines, it depends on you and your story! like i said, i write by the seat of my pants, so guidelines tend to confuse me. maybe you're similar. or maybe you LOVE a guideline! outlines are good because they're flexible. even if it's a simple breakdown of some basic plot points you think would be neat. for two fights for freedom, i have an outline that lists every chapter and every scene within every chapter. pretty detailed. took a long time to make it though, and i'm constantly tweaking it. for 01746, i used a physical whiteboard with random notes and diagrams, but there wasn't any structural planning until probably the last ten chapters. with 01746, canon provided a lot of substance for me, where with two fights for freedom, almost the entire story is my own, extremely canon divergent, so it's more weight for me to bear. your need for an outline or notes may depend on how much weight you can carry to make the story cohesive.

NOW don't let any of that scare you!! usually when i begin a big multichap, i don't start with an outline. i just write something. i try my idea out, if that makes sense. sometimes what i start writing becomes chapter one, or maybe it'll become part of the summary, or maybe it'll be the plot twist in chapter seventy-two. in the beginning, it doesn't matter what comes out of your hands. get cozy with your idea and let it fill you with excitement and inspiration. you can worry about organization afterwards.

sorry if this was a bit indecipherable or unclear 😅 with every story i write, i try something new! fanfic writing for me is a great way to hone my skills and experiment, so i don't have a scientific method quite yet. i just try to learn about myself as much as possible and have fun along the way! and i hope you're able to do the same!!

i'm around if you ever need more help! you can always DM or shoot me another ask, i don't mind at all! i really flung a lot of words at you here so feel free to narrow me down to a more specific concern whenever. i wish you great luck on your projects 🍀 this world always needs more added to the cora pile ♥ and feel free to hmu if you do end up posting something!! i'd love to check it out 👀

#genrambles #writing advice #never thought i'd use that tag #fanfiction writer #thank you for the ask!!

[cae-ruleam]

thirty-odd days of chasing an enigma

chapter 1 of a multichap dp x dc fic, ao3 link here

rating: T for swearing and some heavier topics. it’s crack treated seriously, but will have angst

chapter word count: 3011

Danny is sixteen, on the run, injured, and shit outta luck. He does not need the Flying Furry Brigade meddling with his issues, thank you very much. Meanwhile, almost every member of the BatFam has encountered a different teen in need the past month, none of which are willing to accept any form of help. They’re at their wit’s end. Maybe they should start cutting Bruce’s adoption tendencies some slack, too. - Or: Danny and the BatFam play hide and seek and tag, all on Danny’s palm, while he tries to gain some much needed balance after a reveal gone bad.

Alarms blared as Danny dove straight ahead for the imminently closing portal. Salty tears obscured his vision, and just as his right arm started passing through the swirling green of the Infinite Realms’ leak, he heard a deafening blast, and a distant plop. The pain came after the fact.

The last thing he heard from the other side, was a unanimous: “Just you wait, ecto-scum! You can’t hide from the Fentons, we’ll get you and continue ripping you apart molecule by molecule!” that his pa-, no, Jack and Maddie, yelled into the vast nothingness before the portal permanently closed.

Danny flew, he flew and flew and flew and-. He flew until his sights went blurry, and not from dried up tears this time. He didn’t pay any mind to the stinging, yet numbing pain at his shoulder. He ignored his surroundings. Ignored how the green and its purple doors seemed to close in on him, trying to trap him in the Infinite Realms, to keep him safe, most likely.

He couldn’t stay here.

The Ghost Zone and with all its sulfur and ozone smelling glory felt suffocating. Danny wasn’t even sure for how long he could still fly in this cursed dimension before it all got to him and he’d pass out.

But wouldn’t that be nice? To pass out, to finally get a break from the past barely a day that felt like multiple lifetimes.

Danny’s chest throbbed, and it almost felt like his unbeating heart was about to start pumping blood just to keep him going in spite of his injuries and exhaustion. Maybe that was indeed the case – in which case that would be an entire different can of worms. A can of worms Danny would be ignoring for as long as possible, thank you very much.

In his panic, Danny did not know in which directions he’d been flying. After all, what use would that be when he didn’t know where he wanted to go, anyways?

Far away, that’s the only thing he knew.

And certainly, he’d flown far away already, right?

Fat chance.

As long as he emerged in the same dimension and timeline, he was certain the Fentons would find him. How long it’d take would depend on how far away he got, and whether they enlisted the aide of the GIW or not. But they would, that was all that mattered. Yet, he prayed he’d indeed end up on the right side of the veil once left.

After another eternity, or perhaps another few minutes, Danny’s form finally began to stagger.

He reached his right hand forward, a reflex, a habit, seeing as there was nothing for him to grab onto in the swirling masses of ectoplasm around him.

He fell, and fell. He kept falling.

He didn’t land into a laying position, staying afloat in the sea of the Ghost Zone, no.

Danny fell and he felt a cold autumn night breeze encapsulate his skin. The chill of the wind almost masked the one of his transformation back into human.

He fell and fell, until he did not anymore. He came to a halt.

A loud bang sounded in the abandoned alleyway and it took Danny a few moments before he finally managed to take in and establish his surroundings.

Alright, so he landed into a full dumpster. Amazing. Just as his luck would have it.

Then again, the bags of garbage managed to cushion his fall from Ancients knows what height, resulting in a kinder impact to his injuries. So perhaps it was indeed his luck. ‘I should stop looking a gift horse in the mouth,’ he figured.

Danny sat up straighter, still staying in the dumpster, because, why not, at this point.

He propped his right arm onto his right knee, and ‘Huh, she really did blast off my left arm - good to know,’ started to take in his environment.

Aside from his convenient land into a garbage dumpster, thank you very much fate (he wasn’t sure whether that was sarcastic or not anymore), his surroundings were rather sophisticated.

Looking up at the sky, it seemed to be around twilight, however, with the amount of clouds and smog in the air it was a bit tough to tell. It almost seemed as if it was nearing midnight instead.

Turning around, Danny confirmed that he had indeed fallen into a secluded alleyway. Just a bit away, he could see a small path connecting into a larger main street further down, and once again the halfa felt like he should maybe thank Lady Luck indeed. He would’ve been in an even tougher situation had he appeared into a clear area with passerby around.

There were loads of buildings around himself, many several stories tall and a few of shorter construction. Danny found himself in a city then, he figured. The buildings all looked rather old, a few centuries so at the least. There were a few streetlights placed around with similar distances between them, casting every street in an eerie and mysterious yellow glow, adding to the city’s apparent age.

Once more did Danny cast his eyes skyward, but this time he stopped a little bit short of that.

‘Huh, gargoyles. How goth. Sam would love it here.’

And speaking of Sam – he really should check if he was still in the same dimension at least.

He grabbed his phone out of his pant pocket and checked the lock screen – just that.

Provider, check. Connection, check. At least he definitely made it back to the same dimension – and not just that, he supposed. October 23rd – 20xx – 7:28pm, he ended up barely a few days after the last time he was able to check the date. Whether he was knocked out in the lab for days, or if he jumped a few days through time, he wasn’t sure, but that wasn’t that important was it?

Really, luck must’ve taken pity on him or something.

Danny sighed and let his head fall, hanging right above his bended knees and one arm draped over them. He breathed, inhaling the cold, not so fresh, city air. He repeated this numerous times before letting go with one great exhale, louder and heavier than any of the previous ones he let out the past few minutes in this alley.

He looked at his phone again, this time with its screen off, and decided, fuck it.

He bit into it.

He heard the screen and some of its metals crack under his canines, fangs, and took it out. There was a metal, tingly and limey aftertaste.

He spit the shards of glass out and held the now deformed and destroyed phone in his hand once more. Then he promptly crushed it with said hand. Thoroughly destroying and bricking it. And to finish it off, he lit the faintest of ecto-flames to melt the device down to its core.

Could he have skipped biting into the phone entirely? Of course. But Danny was quite delirious and couldn’t care less. The slight shock kickstarted his system a bit again, even. He’d call that a win.

He quickly reached inside his right leg to get out a burner phone, grateful and delighted that it turned on immediately once he pressed the “on” button.

It was an old prepaid Nokia phone, a hand-me-down one of Jazz’s friends received from their brother in their childhood. Somehow Jazz had pried it from their hands and made Danny carry it with him just in case.

After the first few... dozen times he forgot to do so, he decided to just stuff it inside of him. Then he’d always be carrying it anyways.

Danny quickly typed in three phone numbers that he’d memorized like the constellations in late autumn, and sent them all the same message: code omega. After which he put the phone back into his leg.

Now, it was time to get out of this container, probably.

Danny was injured and just tired to the bone. He needed to rest somewhere. Where? He had no clue – he’ll figure something out. If anything, he could probably sneak into some place or another intangibly and invisibly.

“Huhp,” he huffed as he pushed himself upright with his one arm.

Once he wobbly stood at the edge of the dumpster, he carefully jumped down, not used to this new balance with the lack of an entire arm just yet.

And if this wasn’t a new balance to get used to.

Sure, he’d lost a hand, half an arm, before, a leg, too. But in the cases of a hand or his lower arm, the balance wasn’t this different. And when he lost his leg, he just chilled out with a ghost tail until it fully reformed. Yeah, that was not really an option at the moment.

He tried his footing by hopping a little left then right before standing still again, once he was satisfied with the feeling.

When he did so, he felt a more peculiar breeze pass him than the natural ones that had been blowing the past however long he’d been chilling out in the dumpster for. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight. And if Danny had been a bit more awake, a little less tired, he probably would’ve noticed how the wind embraced him, and how it carried a whisper.

Before stepping out of the alley, he made himself intangible once, shedding any garbage he might’ve gotten onto him, and with it some of the stank.

He also made sure to tone down his aura, as any attention was surely unneeded at the moment. He also thoroughly covered his torso and arm with his jacket, while he put his left jacket sleeve into corresponding pocket, before mimicking the same look with his actually currently existing arm, to create the illusion that he didn’t lack any.

Yeah it wouldn’t fool anyone as soon as they’d look at him for longer, but he’d make sure that wouldn’t happen. Danny Fenton had no reason to attract any attention.

Though, once he stepped out onto the main street, he did have to marvel at his surroundings once more.

The architecture was much more grand and intimidating once you viewed them from their actual fronts, with their gargoyles seemingly protecting their vicinity from evil or even unintended eyes and hands.

There were still quite a few people on the streets, which wasn’t very surprising considering it was barely 8 in the evening still. The buzz of the nightlife had been registered in the back of Danny’s mind since a while ago, but he was now fully met with it.

Several cars were on the road in front of him, not nearly enough that it an be jammed, but enough that the many pedestrians Danny was amongst would definitely need to exert caution.

Danny started walking and he came across several houses, apartment complexes and shops. Some shops had already closed for the day, others seemed like they’d run business far into the night, while a select few were just starting to prepare to close up shop for the day. He might have to check around them in more detail one of these days, if he was going to be staying here for at least a little while.

Speaking of which, where is here?

Maybe he should’ve tried to figure out where the Infinite Realms spit him out earlier, but he was quite literally fucked up and out of it, still is – sue him.

But, once he started paying attention, it was easy enough to see where here was.

AURELIA – Gotham based family boutique since 1886

GOTHAM GAZETTE Headlines of October 21st

The Gotham Special of the day, a full fledged meal

Riddler running free

And in the distance he could hear a radio going through the happenings of prior in the city today.

Gotham, that’s it.

And now the entire ambience also made much more sense – he probably should’ve been able to figure it out sooner if he’d just mulled it over, huh?

Well, this might complicate his situation just a teensy bit.

While Danny bet both Sam and Tuck would know much more of this Gothic Victorian city, what with Sam’s interest in anything goth and Tucker’s obsession with tech, he was familiar enough to know that the Batman was not all that fond of metas on his turf.

Now, Danny wasn’t a meta, not in the slightest definition of that word. After all, being dead is a medical condition, not some sort of enhanced state, are you kidding?

But the Bat wouldn’t know that. And people aren’t very easily convinced that ghosts exist, and others aren’t prepared to accept that some people, in a sense, live, to remember their gruesome, violent and traumatic deaths.

This was a pickle indeed. But it was a pickle for the Danny of tomorrow, or maybe even later than that. Right now, Danny really needed to just knock the fuck out somewhere. Please.

Danny turned on his heels and continued to walk wherever his feet carried him. A few times he’d found an empty and abandoned building already. A few were vacant homes, one was an old closed off restaurant. None of them felt quite right to occupy right now, however. They were a little too out in the open still. The halfa needed to be able to hide.

He wandered around a little longer before he felt a slight pull to the right, and perhaps against his better judgment, decided to follow it.

Danny followed the pull into a part of the city that was older yet, made up of many historic buildings, including ones that were starting to decay from the lack of care for them. It was a little upsetting to see, for the history would vanish with them, if they were to be destroyed.

But, wouldn’t you look at that, there was an entire abandoned warehouse at this side of the city. It was definitely a much quieter part.

Looking around, Danny had a hunch why he’d been pulled here. Faintly, he could see multiple small wisps floating up and around, many starting to approach him specifically, alarmed but excited by his entrance.

It seemed that quite some beings had suffered at this location... and what kind of King would Danny be if he couldn’t help his subjects get some closure, closure that he can offer just by being near them for long enough?

Danny sighed, and this time a faint smile managed to paint his lips.

He stepped forward and tried the doorhandle. It gave easy enough and he entered the building silent as a ghost, with the dead following him. Closing the door, he coated the handle with a thin but sturdy layer of his ghost ice. It would suffice as a lock for now.

Once inside, Danny conjured a little bit of ecto-energy in his right palm. It lit up the warehouse in an eerie neon green glow, and several of the wisps started to huddle together around it as well, providing an even brighter light all around once they were able to tap into some of Danny’s energy.

All in all, the warehouse was quite sad. In other words, it was exactly what Danny expected from an abandoned warehouse, no more, no less.

There were a few boxes scattered all around, some of them empty, others filled with whatever they may hold.

There were two stories to this building, and seeing as the lower half was still filled up with some wares, Danny could only assume more was upstairs, but that the administrative offices were also located there. Which is why he spared no time before floating upward, to check his suspicions.

And indeed, there they were. The offices with some desks and chairs, cupboards with expired, boxed and canned foods. While he wasn’t coming to the desperation for their necessity just yet, it was good to know they were there.

He sat down on one of the many shitty chairs and pulled something out from his abdomen area – a first aid kit. Another thing his friends and sister insisted he keep on him at all times, and was he glad that he listened indeed.

Covering up his injuries with just one arm on his own might end up being a nigh impossible task, but he could at least try.

He took off his jacket and opened up the kit. First, he grabbed the gauze, some cotton wipes and disinfectant.

He checked the wound at his shoulder – it wasn’t pretty. But thankfully it was already healing, well, reforming.

He sighed and put some disinfectant on the wipes before lightly dabbing them on his skin, holding back hisses but still having a few managing to escape.

Afterwards he unrolled the gauze and started to wrap the stump at his shoulder with it, tearing off the cloth from the roll with his teeth once he had enough.

The wrapping job wasn’t very clean at all, bits and pieces of the gauze was sticking out at the edges and if he moved too much, it’d probably loosen. But it was good enough, good enough for now.

Well, that was the easy part – now for the hard part.

He pulled up his shirt, which had gotten stained slightly red, brown and green through the hour or two that he’s been de-transformed. With a vacant look, he stared at the mark on his chest.

It was a clean Y-incision. Danny doesn’t think that Jack or Maddie had ever handled him with as much care as they did when vivisecting “Phantom”. The skin had already mostly stitched itself back together, leaving Danny with little that he technically still had to do to patch it up.

It was red and large and ugly. He had no doubt that it would scar.

He sighed and pulled down his shirt before putting his arm over his eyes, hard enough for stars to form, and sighing.

That was the position he fell asleep in that night.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #batman #batfam #batpham #fanfic #phan phic #cae's writing #angst #also i might add art for this fic eventually but we'll see

[dropout-ninja]

:3cc Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

(Picture me headbonking you like a cat)

Why would you do this to me with my 108 fics and more wips in docs not yet posted (some of which would make this list)

I am terrible at picking rankings help

Uhhhh

When I Wake From This Dream With Chains All Around Me (Hollow Knight) where my HK writing got kicked off. Longfic.

It’s Burned In My Mind and all of its associated works (Hollow Knight) absolute fever dream, wrote in a splurge of dissociation, wild time and probably my favorite fic I’ve written. Multichap.

The If We Could Just Be What We Wanted verse (Transformers Prime with a dose of a bunch of other continuities) particularly the first one (which needs edits but in terms of tone and characters and me managing plots genuinely holds up really well to the last few years), Damned If I Do (oneshot), and poor Chaotic Unity (longfic), who I had so many seeds of foreshadowing put into the first fic for and then it got read by like five perfect of the original’s readers XD

control’s graveyard (Monsterverse Godzilla. Yep.) entirely self indulgent fun times, power dynamics central, character studies on everyone, I poured into worldbuilding and backstories and I think I managed to do show don’t tell with them better here than I manage elsewhere. Someone said that I managed to keep the main character “alien and genuinely despicable” while somehow keeping them sympathetic, and that praise is put on my mental fridge forever. I reread this fic more than I do any of my other ones. Genuinely my favoritism for it is showing hard. Multichap.

Immolation (MTMTE/Lost Light) Haven’t read this one in a year so grammar wise I’m sure it’s a wreck, but my 3am brain went off on this one and its stream of consciousness style. Oneshot.

Wyrm Off A String (Hollow Knight) based on crack and others’ art, ridiculous premise, somehow the best worldbuilding and foreshadowing of a twist ending I’ve done. Oneshot.

Linger (Hollow Knight) mad niche, another one that began because of crack and shitposts I saw. Loss of self, body horror, psychological horror, non linear dream madness, what’s not for me to love. Multichap in progress

Wallow (Hollow Knight) another incredibly niche one nobody asked for, that is actually going to be turned into a multichap and has a lot of juicy to a self indulgent author tension and shenanigans already written, but I’m waiting until I’ve written most all of it before I start posting the new chapters. Dubbed by my friends as the Mean White Lady Fic. Traitor Lord my beloved. (Oneshot on ao3, multichap to be)

sometimes family is a mad scientist spider, his amoral ex, their build-a-child kit gone right, and the human sidekick (IDW2005 Transformers) oneshots collection. Quite proud of the Verity and Prowl povs. Tarantulas my blorbo.

ex cinere (House of Ashes) for capturing the voice and worldbuilding after I relistened to Randolph’s things a million times. I feel like I managed to keep aliens alien for it (short multichap)

And CarnEVILs? In MY Dirtmouth? (It’s More Likely Than You Think!) (Hollow Knight) halloween oneshot with an Elderbug pov that feels very Elderbug and Dirtmouth vibes as good here as in Chains. Elderbug did not enjoy his obligatory grimm teatime™️.

Hey look this is not five. 108 fics too difficult to narrow down for me

#ashyronfire #I can’t narrow it down to five #I didn’t even get to get to things like my first HK oneshot #wherein the radiance ripped her own heart out to stop dealing with mortal fears and it was what became the nightmare heart #My fic library has some weeeird ones in it #something for everyone perhaps! #also didn’t mention any of the wips that are Long but not yet on ao3 #like a certain kung fu panda longfic that is unreliable narrator loveliness #I may write a lot of niche things that are self indulgent because no one else had written them yet #but I do tend to love my works outside of hating the grammar and language errors I find later #thanks for the ask anyway XD #I feel so awkward tagging this with its fandom but uhh #hollow knight #transformers fics #my fics #Godzilla #Monsterverse #transformers

[diorsbrando]

what is the lovely sosa got in the works for us 😁

MULAANNNN HEY BABE!

please i have never seen your face before but i can vividly imagine you making this expression 😭😭😭 i need to update that link on my navi that says sosa’s filez bc i don’t have the drive to write most of that stuff anymore bc it’s from a more than a year ago 😵‍💫but i can tell u some of things im working on / planning out and im sooooo excited to publish . hopefully no one steals my mf ideas or ima be mad asf

since you’re a fellow jojo’s mutual i have quite a few jjba works , so therefore i will be adding jjba to my main masterlist and making a new taglist in the VERY near future 🤭 spoilers ahead of you haven’t read / watched jjba !!!!! some of the ones i’m most excited about include:

cult leader!chrollo lucilfer, where he uses his intellect, soft and gentle voice, charisma, and inherently manipulative nature to get you to join his 'cult' and use you for its own advancement and benefit

ghost!dio, where he still finds a way to cling onto life and haunts one of the women that used to follow him— you. and on the surface it seems like he’s just a malevolent phantom ( you get the reference ) that torments the reader for seemingly no reason other than him being so so selfish, but it’s revealed that there’s a deeper reason for why he remains in the world of the living . definitely adding some smut here *shudders*

ghost!bruno, gonna be an au where he has a wife who is still riddled with grief when he passes , and we’re so depressed that we start hallucinating visions of him and hearing his voice everywhere. basically a sweet but tragic story about how love extends beyond the physical world and prob gonna throw in some ghost sex here too LOL

vampire!ichigo, where seemingly innocent halloween 'fun' with college students goes horribly wrong. this was supposed to be published in october last year......... i only wrote like a third of it.

a collab piece with @blkshoyo ft mafia!aizawa. admittedly haven’t touched that google doc in at least 3 months but it will get published rest assured

another fic about dio but kinda a soulmate au??? based off that myth that wherever you have birthmarks on your body is where your soulmate has kissed u in a past lifetime, and u don't believe it until one by one, the ever suave and evil dio places kisses in those exact same spots and you start to believe the myth is true.

college au! + academic rivals with gojo, where you and him have had an unspoken competition trying to outdo the other

a fic about soft!aizen sousuke and him discovering what his heart truly desires.

dilf!sasuke uchiha, a fic where there's going to be a dash of infidelity (sorry sakura 🫤) and neither you or him can tear your eyes away from each other.

there's wayyyy more wips but i didn't want to overload you or other people by putting more LOL. and as for multichapter fics / upcoming series some things i have in the works include:

spellbound, ft duke!uryu ishida. bridgerton au / royal au ( yes, i'm trademarking the term bridgerton au because i have literally never seen anyone do that before so 😜 ) i already started on chapter 1, it's just that world building and continuity stuff takes a lot of work

candy, ft yandere!satoru gojou. prologue and first chapter already posted, and i need to plan out the rest of the plot and finish chp 2

love, the most twisted curse of all, ft. suguru getou. this is a multichap fic that's based on sza's latest album 'sos'

i wanted to a soulmate au with sasuke but idk if i'm gonna do it anymore because no one seems very interested in that LOL

#sosa’s filez 💭 #okay i feel like this was a lot #DAMMIT #i can dm u some more ideas that i have in my notes if u want #but um yea ! i really really want to write more and get immersed in my ideas :( #—sosa’s thoughts💭 #🍫—asks! #moots :) #hoetachi

[childofsolace-write-ups]

Here's a little sneak peek to the fic I'm working on right now...

This is when Jamie comes into my Httyd AU series. I'm not posting in on Ao3 until the whole thing is done, and this is the only time I'm posting a sneak peek of it. The next time this would be seen, hopefully, it would be in Ao3 and completed. Still waiting for the poll results that will help me decide if I'll make it a one chapter thing or if it will be a multichap.

Either way, it will be completed.

If you want to wait for the complete version to read it, then there's no need to click 'keep reading' at the undercut.

It was another regular day. The Vikings of Berk were still stubborn yet resilient at the varying weather condition of dry cold to freezing cold, the young of these folks can be angels and devils depending on their moods, and the dragons still raise havoc. However, instead of anger and fear, the people react in fond exasperation.

"Brass!"

"Copper!"

"There's hardly a freaking difference!" Jack exasperated, putting down a newly crafted pick axe that Gobber had him make. Honestly, these days, he thought watching the younger children of Berk was a lot less aggravating. "Don't you two have anything better to do than argue and having me caught up in the middle?"

Aster and Gobber looked at him, opening their mouths to answer.

"No, don't answer, I don't really care; It's my break." Overhead, Jack saw the familiar sight of a dark mass with a boy on top of it. "Just in time," he grinned, grabbing his weapon staff before jumping on some nearby barrels and crates. "Over here, Hic!"

Aster held out a hand towards him, "Wait Jack," he scowled, "We're not done here!"

"I am!" Jack gave him a salute, his arm stretched up just in time for Toothless to fly by to grab it. As soon as his barefeet left the roof's surface, he used the curved part of his staff as leverage to flip over and take space on the saddle right behind Hiccup. "Thanks Hic, you saved me from another tug-of-war match with those two."

Hiccup chuckled, "Anything for you, snowflake." he smiled and blushed when Jack kissed him on the cheek for that response.

Jack laughed as a response to the thrilling belly flops he felt as Hiccup continued to soar higher to the sky, and further from the island and the village. He noted that there were some ships heading for the island, but he could see there were mostly people in civilian clothes so he didn't have to worry about it being an attack.

Even if it were, they'd be pretty foolish to attack Berk. After a few encounters with the Outcasts and Berserker alike, (plus kidnap attempts that annoyed Jack to no end, Hiccup more so since it's his boyfriend that got taken more often) Jack's pretty sure word's spread that they were working together with dragons, so the dragons were under their protection and vice versa. Stoick's still hoping they can come to a peaceful resolution with the Berserkers, since the previous chief was an old friend, but that still remained to be seen.

In any case, Jack figured that whoever these people were, they just might be some sort of business partners of Aster. It wouldn't be the first time the man didn't need to leave since the restock of supplies would be coming to him. Although usually, the island would make a day out of it where they would put up stalls or tents and there would be a bazaar for about a week.

Hiccup started to undo the security lock from the prosthetic pedal. "All right bud, you ready?"

Toothless made a  growl in affirmation.

"Wait, wait," Jack balked, "Can't we just enjoy flying without you doing..." he wasn't able to finish as Hiccup leaned more to the side before willingly falling off the dragon. "that..." He groaned, before crouching low to hang on for dear life... Literally.

As Toothless allowed himself to be taken by gravity, unable to continue his flight path without Hiccup's assistance, Jack grimaced and clenched his teeth. Much as he liked to scream, as would be the natural response, the last time Hiccup did this, a flock of birds were nearby and one of them pooped, nearly into his mouth. That said, it landed at his lower cheek and missed his mouth by only a few inches.

Just before they hit the water below, Hiccup angled himself just so and easily got his prosthetic re-attached to its pedal lock of Toothless' saddle and they glided through the surface, water splashing in the process, before taking back to the sky.

"Yeah!" Hiccup laughed as they were high enough to be amongst the clouds again, "I'd say that went about smoothly this time around, too."

Jack huffed, repositioning his staff that went an awkward angle during the crouch, before wrapping his arms around Hiccup's torso. "Maybe from where you're sitting," he shook his head, "And must you do that so frequently?"

"C'mon, it's exciting." Hiccup smirked, nudging Jack the best he could from where he sat. "some part of you has got to admit that it was awesome."

"Yeah, sure." Jack deadpanned, "Only about the thirteenth time, this week alone, you jumped off of Toothless for a thrilling free fall, that almost stopped my heart, without warning."

"If you give it a try..."

"I may now be less terrified of the sea, or bodies of water in general, but that doesn't mean it's going to hurt less when I hit the surface from this height."

Hiccup rolled his eyes, "You're not going to hit it." he said, "I'll catch you."

"Raincheck," Jack said with a smirk, "now I think we're going a little too slow for a Night fury, don't you think Toothless?"

Toothless what might be his version of a laugh, before zooming quickly through the skies.

Back at Berk, Aster and Stoick went to welcome some people docking in port.

A couple of months before, Aster left Berk to barter more items that could be traded. Ever since the island started caring for dragons, he had more business. To that end, the trader needed to restock his wares more often. In one of the island he frequented, a village there was ransacked by wild dragons that didn't seem to know about Berk being a safe haven for them. Not that the island could house every single dragon in the world, of course.

Aster had some good friends in that village though, and he requested Stoick to give some of them temporary refuge while they rebuild their village.

Though, there was one particular family wanted to live in Berk at the request of their one and only son. The boy was adopted because the couple couldn't have children, and rarely asked them for anything. So, when he actually did, it's usually given to him. Stoick was a bit on the fence, but Aster did tell him it was only one family who wanted to move in permanently. Plus, the one that would could open a tavern in Berk so there would be more options for good meals and drinks.

"Does Jack know I'm arriving today?" A young boy about Jack's age, only a year younger, came on port and walked on the gangplank towards Aster. He was visibly excited and nervous at the same time. "Is he here, too?" he looked past the tall man's shoulder, as if Jack would be behind him for a surprise greeting.

Aster chuckled at his amusement, "I haven't told him about it, Jamie. Wanted it to be a surprise," he smirked, "Serves the boy right for pulling a big one on me two months ago."

#Htty AU #Hiccup Haddock #Jackson Overland #HiJack #Jamie Bennette #E. Aster Bunnymund

[literarion]

What are your criteria when selecting the next fic to read?

And and if it's long, completed human AU with A/C romance, have you seen this: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21370711/chapters/50905534

There's no clear-cut criteria I apply for what I record. Often it is stories that make me feel things. Many of my favourites have made me cry. Others made me laugh. Or both! I enjoy beautiful language a lot as well. Or things that just lend themselves well to audio as a medium.

For my really long pods, I look for all of that, plot and character development, and a narrative that I can sink into. I can really only do two of these per year because they take so much time, so I need to be picky. I already have two planned for 2023 (one currently being edited, the other scripted), and another one on my shortlist. And I am actively holding back, because I am sure that with S2 of GO this year, there will come a whole new wave of content.

Until end of last year, I kept looking for funny / hot / epic things to record, but if you have listened to my latest Blooper reel, you'll know that I am stepping away from that posting schedule, and instead work on several long pods simultaneously, with some bonus pods dropped in on Sundays if I have any. That new schedule gives me more freedom to record what I like, regardless of why I pick it.

I keep a running list of things that I could record, which I add to whenever I read something that I think would work for a pod. I usually know half a year in advance what of that I will make when. I am currently editing a pod to post in April, have another two multichaps recorded, and scripted another six that I know will come next. They get a number when I get consent and/or start scripting, and usually they are posted in that order, unless I need to make something else work schedule-wise (like a summer holiday break this year).

As for the fic you linked, I haven't read it yet! But I did add it to my recommendations list now, which I try to keep on top of. I might do it, or I might not, and if I do, it can take anything between a day and a year until I get around to it! Still, I am grateful for every recommendation I get. So thank you! ❤️

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

3, 5, 29 for ao3 wrapped!!

Thank you dear! 💜

3/ What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Definitely home edit my beloved - no one likes it, no one read it, but it's definitely my best Nace fic. I guess people think it's just sugary fluff and don't care for that, but this story has some of my favorite lines I've ever written - plant metaphor my beloved!! - and it features domestic married Nace, a baby on the way, Nancy and Ryan feels, and Ryan and Bess as the best dynamic duo ever. Honestly, I don't get what's wrong with this fandom to sleep on Ryan and Bess, istg.

5/ What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Mmh, I guess curse breaking fic? I guess I didn't expect people to care for a multichap centered around a case, which is surprisingly not something people from the ND fandom actually like that much? And it wasn't like I'd written a lot of fic before so I was a nobody, and there I was, sprouting this story literally hours and not even a full day after the finale aired. I didn't expect people to...idk, trust me like that? But people sort of stuck around for the six weeks it took me to complete this story, even if there were some highs and lows.

29/ Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

This is the worst question ever because I'm a Libra and I don't deal well with choices. And - I just know that the minute I pick one and post this, I'll remember another and go oh damn.

I guess I'll go with this scene from undercover married in the moth era fic:

"Life can get in the way of marriage very easily, and you may feel like you've been drifting apart, ships passing in the night. Tonight is about taking a little trip down memory lane and reminiscing about the frivolity of courtship - honestly, this sounds like we're gonna go on Romantic Meditation 101. Step one, find your inner lover in lotus posture," Nancy snorts.

"You're joking, but I'd pay good money to watch you stand still long enough for meditation," Ace teases her. "Or yoga. You definitely need to relax. You know what, let's just enlist for yoga class tomorrow morning."

"So Sarah can try and climb you when you're showing off in perfect tree pose? Over my dead body," Nancy deadpans. She stares at Ace until she can see him swallow nervously. "Good."

He takes a sip of his wine, averting his gaze. "You're scary, you know that? You're really nailing this crazy possessive wife thing down."

"See, my undercover acting skills aren't that abysmal. Okay, where was I again?" Nancy starts skim-reading again. "This is super corny, it's almost cute. Oh! There's a quiz! We're gonna nail that, quizzes are like brain teasers."

Ace rolls his eyes fondly at her. "First question: who's the most competitive about being the best fake-married? Easy. You."

Nancy narrows her eyes at him. "No, the first question actually is: do you remember what your spouse was wearing the first time you met?" She starts frowning. "That's crazy, who's gonna re-"

"White tank top, blue stripes, dark denim skirt," Ace answers right away. When she looks at him with wide eyes, he chuckles softly. "Your hair was - a bit curly, like you'd just stepped out of the shower," he adds, waving his hand around.

"Wow. How do you - do you have some enhanced photographic memory I should know about?" Nancy lets out with a chuckle, ducking her head to hide her smile. "Sounds like that's the sort of things a wife should know. What if that's question number two?"

Ace takes the piece of paper from her. "Nope, you're fine. Besides, I'm pretty sure that you knowing about my secret half-brother in WITSEC qualifies you as an acceptable wife more so than remembering what I was wearing the day we met."

She remembers, though. The fading letters on his old archery camp shirt, the R and H almost falling off so much that it read ACERY. It'd made her laugh as he introduced himself and she'd almost asked if he'd done it on purpose when George had barked at her to hurry up. She'd given him one last look, admiring the way his muscles bunched under the fabric as he loaded wine boxes, before George had dragged her back inside to introduce her to the broom and water bucket. She'd only half listened to George's instructions as she kept thinking about Ace's eyes and how pretty they looked highlighted by that olive green shirt.

Baby hit me one more time!

#my life as a fanfic writer #angèle babbles #ao3 wrapped #fic asks

[heynowisavedyouright]

3, 4, 5, 8, 10, 12, 16, 17, 18, 24, 25 and 31 for the writing ask game? :] Apologies if thats a lot you can leave some out if you want, i'm just quite curious and the questions are interesting

ask thingy

oh no no it's fine this ask game's questions Are fun

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

hmm. i need to open the docs, write two paragraphs, then open another doc and start filling in what tags this fic i think would have on ao3. that helps understand what it's gonna be to be honest. also i Really don't want to come up with it on the spot later. also stalling. then i may come back to the fic. if i can remember also turn on literally any music, preferably extremely distressing and upbeat if it's fluff i'm writing. so in my opinion. meh. not really cursed. maybe slightly

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

off the top of my head, "feverish"

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

i... honestly i don't remember having any?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

dialogue. i've done that multiple times, a oneshot, a character reflecting on themselves over the years. it's a very fun way to write, i should try that again sometime

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

hmm. i have made an excruciating amount of dark jokes on chapter 26 of HaK, and had writer's block on anything angsty for a few days after finishing it. so. "hearse" would be the closest. i guess for me that means leaving a long impact on the writer themselves, especially since it's most times very muffled for me compared to the way i'd experience it written by someone else

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

what do you mean i can't wish for more wishes. what if i word it specifically so okay okay fine i don't need 30k of lorem ipsum okay

a cheaty one (Not about the rules get the lorem ipsum dolor sit amet away from me) for the way i write dialogue to be a morallyTM accepted one because i do not have it in me to switch to these wretched commas on the split

"You know," Felt gestured. "These ones."

"I prefer to write like this." They added. "I know this might be that one thing looking cursed in my writing and it probably is, but with the differences in dialogue styles between languages I can't bring myself to care about this thing in this particular one. Honestly, the rule looks a bit cursed to me." They took a deep breath. "Wow. That was one hell of a sentence there."

edit: also of course i completely forgot about the other two. welp. you can count the last of the wishes as the traditional genie repellent of freeing them :P and uh. being able to write fluff more. yea

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

i don't read physical books too often ngl, and i don't remember it well back in the day.. i think the worst would be a minions-themed collectable card i got at a mall. 3.9/10 weirdness

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

oof. which is it even. well the lore is just a bunch of spoilers so nah. come back when i finish posting "early departed", then you'll get the juice. but for now i'll be harboring it. it's just kind of hard to talk about it when it's all only in your head and notes

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

i write most things on the fly so that's also a hard one... alright, i guess on a multichap it's easier, still not gonna provide a specific quote though. if you're interested about that (the answer is probably gonna be i made it up on the spot), you can always send it with the number and ask. so in early departed, that moment (in ch1 so i can talk about it >:P) of fwhip waking up and walking down the corridor to find gem and lady beans, it was going to originally include joel sitting there with them, (that's why fwhip thinks he doesn't trust these two, that was originally a typo that i later rephrased as he doesn't trust lady beans and her husband. a note not a quote, mind you). the whole idea for the twins' "holidays" in the smallishbeans manor was to push fwhip further down the road of revenge and to get him to know people who will later be on the other side of the war and his vendetta. that scene was the start of it, and especially it pointed out the difference between his and gem's reactions to the people

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

there's nothing, really, if i need to I google a bunch of things as i go. typically i do Not enjoy that very much because it's hard to find what i need

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

well! efwhip has a sweet tooth. i mention it in a fair few of my fics for no reason

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

oh shit

oh fuck

okay

to end off on a note that's very dramatic and slightly pathetic on my writerly side, i really appreciate the support, guys. honestly even talking the time to read my stuff. it's a little insane. especially you people in lifesteal who are scrambled together with absolutely no fics and shower me with comments on every one of them. yes we do need more chlownzy fics. we do. yeah.

#feltixanswers #color handle

[chierry]

For the tage game: Art Noveau, weird apartment one, and 2 blushing emojis

they all sound so fun :0

Thank you for another ask! It has been a blast talking about the wips, esp since I hardly have the chance to :3c

ART NOVEAU:

Yet another another for the Top 5 Things I want to Write. This one tho... I want to be my magnum opus. My swan song. The last thing I write. This kind of dramatic shit. It would be LOOOOOOONG, and it would have illustrations in every chapter, but man, I adore this story with all my heart. I have said this a lot with this game, but it's true: if I ever have a "last fic" to end my career, I want it to be this one.

It would be Uni and Hibari centric (yeah, weird, I know) and it would be about Uni having a terrible nightmare right before Vongola comes to visit for summer, and then Hibari gets hit by the bazooka and something weird wearing his skin would come out instead of a regular TYL version :D It would be about CULTS and EXPLOITING THE TALENTS AND LIFE OF CHILDREN and ABOUT FINDING YOUR LEGACY and GIGLIO NERO LORE and it would be, above all, about pretty art noveau-style illustrations.

No joke that I think about this story daily. I can't wait to start working on it, but I have a lot to do before that! That includes events, and just other multichaps I'd rather finish first before tackling such an enormous project.

(and if I do end up writing this, don't worry, I won't quit writing! Just that if I die after writing this one, I would die with no regrets.)

WEIRD APARTMENT ONE:

Ah, the classic. It would be 8018 where after Yamamoto fucks up he is isolated to an island, with a small village in it where he has to share an apartment with Hibari. But the question is: what the fuck is Hibari doing there?

This one is pure slice of life, and would be about escapism and just... general fluff stuff. I need to put 192491 references to Down the Rabbit Hole too, and I actually have entire scenes based around said references... This one would be pretty much "Chierry-happy-place". Very me to the core.

It's not one I am DESPERATE to write like others, but it's def something I want to write.

2 BLUSHING EMOJIS:

...Poooooooooooooorn. 1827 porn to be exact. For the sake of keeping it PG, let's leave it at that.

Again, thank you so much for the asks. It has been fun :3c

#urt toog #long post

[berry-cat7]

Philia

Summary: That time Murasakibara and Kuroko started kinda-sorta fake dating, and kinda-sorta never bothered to brake up. (Or, the queerplatonic fake dating AU where nothing goes wrong.)

Characters: Kuroko Tetsuya, Murasakibara Atsushi (Ft. Momoi Satsuki, Haizaki Shougo, and the rest of the GoM)

Kuroko no Basuke

T Rating

Warnings: Cursing (Haizaki)

976 Words

Can be read on AO3 or Fanfiction

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The Beginning (Ch1)

Murasakibara carelessly flops into his chair, which squeals in protest. He groans and runs a hand through his long hair in frustration. "Kise-chin, how do I get rid of them?"  

Kise sets down his chopsticks in surprise while everyone else at the lunch table looks on in interest. It's rare that their tallest friend asks anything of anyone if it doesn't involve food, and it's usually Akashi or Kuroko that he goes to, so this is particularly strange. "Eh? You finally wanna know?! Gosh, I thought you didn't care! Okay, so I don't think shampoo is going to cut it at this point, because those split ends are bad. But don't worry! I'm pretty sure I can save at least-"

Murasakibara growls. "No. Girls. How do I get rid of them?"

"Girls?" Momoi repeats curiously.

Kise's face scrunches in confusion. "Isn't your face usually scary enough?" Murasakibara scowls at him but Kise feels vindicated by the cold sweat beading on his forehead. "S-Sorry, but I thought they usually avoided you..."

"It's the Home Economics class isn't it?" Deducts Akashi, before taking another dignified sip of his tea.

Murasakibara grunts his confirmation but Aomine still scratches his head at the conclusion. "What's Home Ec. gotta do with it?"

Midorima scoffs, pushing up his glasses with the finesse of any good Megane-type. "He recently transferred into that class after there was an opening, remember? That's the only obvious change in his school routine that comes to mind. Not to mention it's a predominantly female course."  

Aomine rolls his eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was all so obvious. Thanks Wattson."

"Hey. Help." Murasakibara pokes Kise in the cheek for emphasis, which the blond bats away.

"Okay, so what's the problem?"  

"They won't leave me alone."

Kise sighs. "Meaning?"    

"They keep trying to cling onto me and confess, it's a bother." The giant slumps into his seat, reaching into his pocket to pull out a stick of Umaibo to eat.

Haizaki snorts, rolling his eyes. "Oh no. What a dilemma. God, what suffering you must endure. My heart goes out to you in these trying times-"

"Shut it Haizakicchi!...Ahem. Murasakibaracchi, what did you do to attract them anyways?" Kise laces his fingers together on the table and leans towards his friend as if to project a professional air.

"Haaaah, I don't know. The teacher was impressed with my cooking so he had me assist some people."  

"I...I see..." Momoi mutters with a glazed look in her eyes.

They could all see it. Murasakibara with his long hair pulled back into a ponytail, showing off his surprisingly handsome face. Him, tottering around the classroom in an apron, accidentally spewing lines out of a shoujo manga as he helps a bunch of very single and very imaginative teenage girls. No doubt they've clicked him into the trope of Jerk-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold who's both excitingly rugged and cute boyfriend material.  

"Just tell them you aren't interested." Reasons Midorima.

"I did, but then they try harder."

Much like an insect caught in a web, the more he struggles the worse he’s entangled.

"Then just be meaner!" Then, as if to lead by example, Haizaki nabs a piece of sushi from Kuroko's lunch box and is quick to shove it in his mouth before anyone can object.

Just as Aomine angers on his behalf, Kuroko says, "It's fine." He then pushes the rest of his lunch towards Haizaki to avoid further drama and focuses on reading his book.

"Tch, don't encourage him Tetsu." Grumbles Aomine, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms petulantly.

"Kise-chiiiin," Whines Murasakibara. "Help."

Kise can only shrug unsurely. "I don't know what to tell you, I usually just flirt with them a bit and excuse myself. I don't think that's really your style thought..."

"Ugh."

Seeing how disheartened he's becoming, Momoi thinks fast. "Hey Mu-kun, sometimes I just say I'm already taken. Maybe that'll work for you too?" She suggests.

"But what if they ask for proof?" Prods Midorima.

"You wouldn't owe them anything." Argues Akashi, setting down his cup.

Kise grimaces. "Fangirls are pretty persistent Akashicchi, I've had to deal with a stalker or two." He shutters at the memory. He never did get those shirts back.

Aomine gets a smug look on his face as he comes up with a solution. "Just pretend to date someone."

Haizaki immediately shoots him down. "That's fucking stupid."

Momoi cringes "He's right, fake-dating never works."

Kise agrees, even nodding knowledgably. "Someone always gets hurt, and since Murasakibaracchi isn't interested in anyone, it'll be the other person."  

Haizaki snorts. "Who gives a shit, it's a problem solved. If they catch feelings, that's on them."

Akashi is the only one to notice that Murasakibara has been suspiciously quiet.

"That's not how it works Haizakicchi, haven't you watched a Rom-Com?!" Screeches Kise.

"Pfft, I'm not a pussy. I'm not surprised you watch that garbage though-"  

Murasakibara cuts over Haizaki mid-sentence. "Hey, Kuro-chin,"  

"Yes Murasakibara-kun?"

"Be my boyfriend."

"Okay." Kuroko fails to even lower his book throughout the exchange.

There's a pregnant pause where everyone but the two involved look absolutely gobsmacked.

Momoi and Kise shriek in unison, almost as if practiced. "Heeeeh?!"  

Even Aomine is in a state of disbelief. "Wait, what?"  

"Are you fucking serious?! Why him?!"  

Calmly, as if he isn't causing total anarchy at their table, Kuroko simply shrugs and replies with, "He asked."

Kise practically leaps from his chair and slams his hands against the tabletop with a loud smack. "Kurokocchi, be my boyfriend!"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a committed relationship."

"Ack! Kurokocchi stop playing with my heart!" Kise collapses back into his seat, dropping his head against the table with a sound thud. Momoi rubs his back in sympathy, a rather defeated expression on her face as well.

"Congratulations on your relationship, you have my support."

"Thanks Aka-chin."

AN: Idk?? What this is?? But I just love their relationship so I thought, 'Lets write a MuraKuro fic because there are none!' But then I thought, 'I just can't imagine them actually kissing.' and this beautiful AU was born. I ship Kuroko with too many people and I ship Murasakibara with Himuro, but I also feel it in my soul that they're somehow Ace.Not sure how many chapters this will have either, but I have some ideas. This'll also probably be a series of drabbles, so don't expect an over-arching plot or tight continuity.

Feel free to send it requests for future chapters! If you're Ace I'd love to hear from you in particular, since I myself am not. Updates will be sporadic o)-(

#MuraKuro #Murasakibara Atsushi #Kuroko Tetsuya #KnB #kuroko no basuke #Fic: Philia #Philia ch1 #hope you're ready for a shitshow #The last thing I needed was to start another multichap #Kuroko and Mura are ace as hell and you can fight me on this #catch me in rarepair hell

[ao3commentoftheday]

Hello, I hope you are doing well! Thank you for the time and energy you put into this blog!

My “ask” is personal and specific, so I don’t know if you will have much in the way of feedback, but if you don’t maybe folks who follow will 🤞🏾

Early last year (squints at calendar) I discovered I have Inattentive ADHD. Retrospectively this makes a lot of sense, but I’m also an in my mid 30s so it’s kind of a lot to process a whole new understanding of yourself.

As this relates to fic it makes sense. As a teen I would hyperfocus in writing mode all evening after school. As an adult with responsibilities exchanges have worked well for me as far as deadlines producing results… but they aren’t as good for the ol’ Plot Bunny farm. I got ideas that could be enrolled in high school, okay? I want to get them out!

I understand that common writing advice is to have a routine and write regularly etc. But scheduling, planning, organizing… these are skills I have such a nonexistent grasp on right now? I’m starting to learn skills for ADHD management, but meds aren’t an option yet. So I’m trying to be patient and compassionate with myself… but I would also really like to be writing? 😅

I’m not sure what I’m looking for now that I’ve typed this out. Advice? Affirmations? Commiseration? It certainly doesn’t help to be in a lonely ship/fandom. I guess I’m hoping I’m not alone in this experience too?

You're definitely not alone! I could have written this ask myself. I fully understand what you're going through and I suffer with the same issues.

Scheduling, planning, and organizing are things that I'm able to do in a work context because I've built up a lot structure in that space. In my free time, though? No way. I've used all of that part of my mental energy at work and I don't have any left to pour into my hobbies.

What I do have is chaotic creativity.

For me, rules around writing every day or finishing one story before I start the next just don't work. If I have an idea for a thing, I need to write that thing immediately. Betas? I can't use them. I'm too impatient to be done, so I forgive myself the typos and correct them when I notice them later.

Another thing that helps is remembering that not every story needs to be a multichap. You've got a small idea, but that plot bunny just won't go away? Write a oneshot. Put the context in the summary. Drop the handful of scenes you have in your head. Move onto the next story before you forget what you're even thinking about.

I'm such a chaos gremlin that I actually write all of my fics and chapters directly into the work posting form on AO3. I do this despite knowing that if a glitch happens or the site goes down while I'm writing or I accidentally navigate away from it that all of my writing is lost. I would much rather lose 3K but have it out of my head than wait the extra time it takes to write it out in google docs first and then copy/paste it over.

Let yourself be messy. Let yourself be disorganized or distracted or chaotic. Write five different WIPs at the same time and update whichever one is making your brain sing in that particular moment. Fic is your free time activity, so let yourself be free with it, and whatever ends up working as a way to get the words out just do that.

Don't force yourself to follow rules that aren't working for you. ❤

#asks and answers

[startanewdream]

I have this multichap WIP in the works for ages and now thanks to @sunshine-marauders' prompt ("Insecure James") I finally got around posting the first day!

Read on AO3 or below:

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Not a bad day

Chapter 1 - Not a bad game day

The moment the portrait closed and all sounds of the party vanished, James let the smile slip out of his face and his hands grabbed his hair nervously, fighting back a will to just tear them away.

Ten points.

In his first match as Quidditch captain, Gryffindor won by ten points.

It had never happened before in all twelve matches James had played; James remembered easy winnings, even in that match last year that he had to play as Seeker when Godfrey had broken his arm the night before the match, but back then they had a decent captain. Or two, because the Prewett twins were co-captains and they knew how to be a captain.

He’d thought he had done everything right. He had trained with the other chasers, making sure they worked as a team; he’d instructed the keeper in how to detect and avoid any tricks, sharing with him even James' secret manoeuvres. He’d practised with the two beaters, spent afternoon days with them with himself as their target and James had been to the Hospital Wing with two broken ribs, but he was certain the beaters could hit any target. And James had spent even more hours with the new seeker, developing all skills that were already there and making sure she was confident enough.

And then everything had crumbled in the first ten minutes of the match.

James had called for two time-outs and had talked to his team, bestowed upon them his best confident charm, but nothing seemed to work; and despite his words, he was equally lost. He didn’t know if he should try to redirect his team or make sure they had enough goals to not matter if they lost. If he wasn’t the captain, he would be scoring as many as possible — but everyone was looking at him in search of an answer he didn't have and the narrator was gladly commenting about every mistake Gryffindor was making and…

And a miracle had happened when Vance had caught the snitch, but James knew it had been more an accident than actual talent.

He hadn’t said anything about it though. His team — his carefully chosen and well-trained players — knew the match had been horrible and James didn’t have the spirit to let them down even more. So he had done his captain duty: he had praised everyone for whatever he could (‘That pass was amazing, Jones. You almost hit that bludger perfectly, Merryweather. Spectacular diversion of that bludger, Vance), and he had congratulated them for the victory.

None of the Gryffindors seemed to think anything was amiss. The victory party was raging when the team arrived — loud music and bottles of butterbeer all around. Sirius was drinking something that definitely wasn’t butterbeer and James had been tempted to lose himself too, but he had passed.

He had expected to drink to celebrate, not to drown away his misery.

After a while, he had just risen and left the Common Room quietly. With luck, his friends would just think he had left to celebrate with someone or had fallen drunk behind some couch.

The halls were quiet and empty, which James considered a small blessing. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with any joke about his performance as captain or even worse, any compliment about it.

He just wanted to be left alone to brood, really, and to think how everything had gone so wrong.

He found an empty classroom to sit in, watching the sun shining over the surface of the lake. The good thing was that the game lasted only one hour — the bad side of it meant it was still early and the party would last until nightfall. He wondered if he could just hide there all day — probably not, James thought as his stomach rumbled. He just wanted that horrible miserable day to end.

James lasted another thirty minutes until he agreed that he needed something to eat. The only question was if he would rather risk going to the kitchen or back to the Common Room — if people started clapping his back again, James was sure he would just throw up. What he needed, really, was to go to Professor McGonagall and return the captain badge so she could pin it on anyone else — and then he would be free to do what he was good at, that was scoring goals without worries about what everyone else was doing.

The Common Room, James decided. From there he could just slip back to his bed and then pretend he was too drunk and just try to sleep. Anything to end that day, to pretend it had never happened at all.

He left the classroom absently, and he was closing the door when he heard a voice that made him jump.

‘Potter?’

His hand went to his hair, in a gesture that was more reflex than anything. There were a lot of reflexes that James couldn’t help whenever he heard her voice — such as that redness that came to his neck or the way his heart beat faster whenever Lily Evans was around.

Mostly the last one.

And especially when he turned around and his eyes found Lily Evans standing in the middle of the hall, watching him leaving the classroom. She was still dressed in Gryffindor colours: wearing the uniform lazily, the tie hanging undone around her neck over two open buttons of her shirt; her face was painted with two lines of red and gold in each cheek, and her red hair was combed in two braids that were lined with golden flecks. He felt he could stay there watching her forever.

Good Godric, she was beautiful.

James refrained from sighing.

‘Hi, Evans,' he said, and his voice did that melodious thing that always happened when he was near her.

James really wished he could talk to Lily Evans as if he was a normal human being, but his body was always full of reactions when it came to her, no matter how much he tried to control them.

He was trying to forget her after all. Evans had already made it clear that she wasn’t interested in him — which was becoming more evident now as she watched him with a sudden suspicious expression, her eyes narrowing.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Going back to the Common Room?’ he answered, feeling a little unsure. There was something about Evans that always made him feel guilty as if she could find the worst faults in him.

Even when he wasn’t doing anything wrong such as now.

‘You left the party,' mumbled Evans, still sounding accusing as if he had no right to leave in the first place.

‘So did you,' James smirked, which he knew wouldn’t work with Evans but he had to try anyway. ‘What are you doing, Evans?’

‘Patrolling,' she answered easily, pointing to the prefect badge pinned on her robe, in the same place James had his captain badge pinned. ‘Which is why I get to ask what you were doing alone in an empty room — oh.' Evans looked away from him, an annoyed expression crossing her face. ‘You weren’t alone.'

‘What?’

‘No one is supposed to enter classrooms without permission, you know that, Potter,’ reprimanded Evans, ignoring him. ‘I will have to report it to Professor McGonagall.'

‘Ah, come on,' James complained, the unfairness of it making him grimace. ‘I can’t even brood alone without getting detention? Really?’

Evans blinked.

‘Alone? I thought — you left the party, and Vance too and — brooding?’ She paused, watching him with concern now, which James realized was even worse. On top of all his failures, he also didn’t need Evans’ pity. ‘What happened, Potter?’

‘Nothing.'

‘You look like someone stole the last piece of chocolate tart that you always pick up first at dinner — really, what’s up? Shouldn’t you be celebrating your victory?’

‘Just let go, Evans,' he asked, turning away from her and walking down the hall. He could hear her rushed steps after him.

‘Potter —'

‘I am a crappy captain, is that what you wanted to hear?’ he cried, turning around to face Evans. He hadn’t noticed how close she was, but for once James didn’t let this thought distract him. ‘I had one job that was to keep the team working and I screwed it up.'

‘Butt —’ Evans looked really confused. ‘But Gryffindor won.'

‘By ten points. We needed a good margin of points to not depend on the result of other games and now we have to double our work —’

‘You still won,' she insisted, watching him closely and there was no pity or annoyance on her face now. ‘Winning by ten points is better than losing by ten and, be honest, even if you had won by a thousand points, would it have made a difference?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘A victory by a giant margin — would you have relaxed your efforts with the team? Would you stop working so hard with Matt and Lucy? Or stop all those night meetings with Emmeline?’

James blinked slowly, not understanding what Evans meant by that. Of course he would keep trying to improve his team.

‘No.'

‘And if Gryffindor could lose by three hundred points and still win the Quidditch Cup — would you want the team to play poorly?’

‘No, of course not!’

‘So, Potter.' Evans crossed her arms like she had done a thousand times before at him but James didn’t think she was exasperated this time. ‘This one match doesn’t change anything. You still have work to do with your team.'

James shifted the weight from one foot to another, thinking. Evans was still watching him, her green eyes giving him the impression that she could see every thought unfolding in his mind; she didn’t look surprised when he nodded.

‘I guess the game wasn’t so bad. I mean, there is room for improvement, but now I saw everyone’s weakest points and I can work with that.'

‘Exactly, captain,' Evans said, and James dared to think there was a teasing note in her voice, one that he’d heard her sharing with others but never with him.

He fought very hard his desire to grin.

‘Ready to go back to the party?' she asked.

'Yeah. And you?'

He tried not to sound too hopeful. Considering Evans didn't look repulsed by his question, James thought he had been successful.

'It was a little boring,' Evans said, shrugging. 'I don't know, I expected it to be more fun.'

'It's because I wasn't there,' James teased, but this seemed the wrong thing to say. Evans took a step back, frowning; panic flooded him and he added hurriedly: 'I mean, who left Sirius in charge of the music? He grew up with classical music.'

Her expression softened.

'Maybe you could tap the radio to Muggle stations? Like you did last year?'

James fought to keep a neutral face. She had noticed he was the one that did it, then? He'd thought Evans was too mad at him back then — during all that party, James had tried to draw her attention, certain that him leading Gryffindor to the victory would make Evans want to go out with him, but she had refused to even glance in his direction.

But she had noticed his charm.

'I could,' he replied slowly. 'It is much better to dance.'

'Yeah,' she agreed and then Evans smiled at him.

She smiled. At him. On purpose. That warm glorious smile that had first attracted him years ago, long before he knew what it meant.

His heart was doing full acrobatics dancing steps inside him now.

'Are you going back too?' he asked, desperately willing himself to look normal, though his hand wanted very much to comb his hair — or touch her braids, he wasn't sure.

Evans bit her lip, looking down the corridor that led to the Astronomy Tower.

'It's Saturday,' James added as charmingly as he could, his voice again melodious and nice. 'Do you really need to be patrolling today?'

'Actually… no, I wasn't scheduled. It's just —'

'The party was lame, I know.' She looked back at him; it was difficult to concentrate under her gaze, but James had to try. 'But still better than patrolling empty halls, I’d say.

He tried that puppy look he always saw Remus using when he wanted something; at least it should be more efficient than his confident gaze that Evans never seemed to find amusing. But she took one look at his face and she averted her eyes quickly, looking suddenly flustered.

'Well, it wasn't my schedule anyway,' she agreed, walking next to him in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. 'And I could use a drink.'

'Sirius' version or the normal butterbeer?'

'What's in his version?' Evans asked, and James could hear the amusement in her voice as if she was already predicting his answer.

'Probably not butter, only beer — and worse.'

She let out a giggle. James pretended the sound did not fill his heart with hope and joy.

'I will stay out of his version then. I would like to remember this day tomorrow.'

James thought of sharing a smile and a decent conversation with Evans — she had noticed he always saved a chocolate tart for himself? Or that he had charmed the radio to play Muggle songs? And she was actually going back to the party because he had asked? — and decided he would like to remember that day too. It had not been that bad.

_________

#jily #jily fanfiction #sixth year jily is my guilty pleasure #not a bad day

[blush-and-books]

Hey! Do you have a fic rec post and if not, would you mind sharing a few of your favourites?

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. TURN IT UP!!!!!!

*all of these are juke so hopefully thats what you were looking for*

**list is subject to change when my dumbassery fades for a moment and i remember all the ones i probably forgot**

Multi-Chapter Fics:

A Hundred Bad Days (Make A Hundred Good Stories) // Just a Casual, Casual Easy Thing by @pearlcaddy - if you haven’t read this. what are you doing. please read it. also read pearlcaddy’s entire body of work, especially Some Killer Queen You Are which made me sob

i’ve got a crazy feeling this isn’t our first time around by @lydias--stiles - once again. i cried. the yearning is lovely. 

We Found Wonderland by @pink-flame - oh my god it took me so long to actually start reading this and i regret every day that i put it off. i have sobbed so hard (BUT ITS NOT SOLID ANGST ITS JUST THE PINING OF IT ALL) and the talent here is so palpable and this could literally be a novel and gahhhhhh consistent updates too which is v legendary

Beating Like Thunder by petalpusher on AO3 - look i am not a werewolf girl but this shit FUCKS!!!!!!! i love it so much and author im sorry idk if youre on tumblr if you are please follow me 

Who Could Deny These Butterflies? by @xxprettylittletimebombxx - there’s only one chapter but its the way i am so excited for the continuation!!!

there’s an ache in you (put there by the ache in me) by jukulele on AO3 - i love the slowburn thats happening in this one and cant wait for an update!!!!! again author idk if you have tumblr but follow me if you do!!

relight that spark by @ruzek-halstead - literally so amazing, also consistent/relatively consistent updating, the cinderella story juke au that i never knew i needed but dont know how i lived without 

The Best Shades of Life by @captainkippen - oh my god. just. OH MY GOD. IT IS SO GOOD. 

One Shots:

Can I Keep You? & Ray Molina, Crime Scene Photographer and Matchmaker are both by @bluefirewrites who also has amazing multi-chapters that she is working on but her oneshots are iconic!!!!!! 

dead of night by @ruzek-halstead - they have so many amazing oneshots so like, read them all, but this one has to be my favorite!!!!

anyway, here’s wonderwall by encroix on AO3 - i dont know how to explain it but this one fucked me up good and simple

at long last, love has arrived by @lydias--stiles - monster 40+k royalty au that will make your day

We play pretend by fanfics_she_wrote on AO3 - THIS MASTERPIECE IS SO UNDERHYPED. MAYBE ITS THE THEATER KID IN ME BUT DAMN THIS HITS HOME, THE YEARNING IS SO INSTENSE IT HITS ME SO HARD EVERY TIME I READ IT AND I READ IT LIKE. MOST DAYS. OH MY GOD 

not an avocado by @pawprinterfanfic - you’re laughing. i laid in bed with tears running down my face over a fucking purple bronchitis and you’re laughing

Let These Petals Fall Where They May by @wisdomofme - this whole thing is so beautiful and so creative and i literally panicked when i had to write a secret santa gift for this actual goddess. another one that i reread all the time bc it makes me feel just as strongly as i did my first time around

Pearls by @pawprinterfanfic - luke gets his wisdom teeth out and all of the simping just hits full force as it fucking should

Wizard Love by @pearlcaddy and every one shot in the series - i know this list is like the same three authors over and over but. what can i say. we have talent in this fandom

Finally: If you haven’t read any of my works, I have a healthy blend of multichap and oneshots. Here’s the link to my AO3 page!

#juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #jatp #juke fanfic #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp fic recs #juke fic recs

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Highway to Heaven - Ch. 1

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

Warnings: none for this chapter :)

A/N: So here’s the first chapter for the multichap I said I had been working on, the entire fic is finished so I’ll post a chapter maybe once a week? Also I’m terrible with warnings so if there’s something that you feel I should warn about please let me know.

“You’re kidding me right now, right? Please tell me you’re kidding. I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Come on, be nice! Poor guy just broke up with his girlfriend, so he could use the distraction. Besides, I think you have the wrong idea about him, this’ll be a good opportunity for the two of you to get to know each other better!”

You shot your best friend a dubious look, but he just shrugged. You were packing for your annual road trip when he dropped the bomb that it wouldn’t just be the two of you this time.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you scoffed, “I have a perfectly good idea of what he’s like.”

The person in question, Johnny’s roommate, Jaehyun, was someone you could sum up in one word: player. He had a new girlfriend every time you saw him, so you had no idea why he would be so broken up about this latest one not working out.

“You have the wrong idea about him, Y/N,” Johnny shook his head, “He’s really a nice guy.”

“Johnny, you’re just too nice.” You grunted as you tried to close your overstuffed suitcase.

“Hey, take that back!” He mock-reprimanded you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “No but seriously, Y/N, please just do this one favor for me? Please?” He clasped his hands together and pleaded with you, making the most pathetic face he could muster.

“Fine!” you rolled your eyes and gave in, mostly because you knew how annoying Johnny could get about these things, and his puppy-dog face always made you laugh until your sides hurt. He whooped in victory, rubbing it into your face that he had won.

“Yes! Alright let’s get this show on the road!” he yelled, pulling your suitcase for you as you both left your apartment, “I promise you won’t regret this!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, following behind him, “I call shotgun though.”

---

Since you were already packed and ready you had nothing to do but sit around browsing your phone while they packed. Johnny had pulled all of his belongings into the living room, asking you for your opinion on what to pack and not to pack.

“We didn’t need that last time and it just ended up taking up space we could have used for other things,” you shook your head, not even looking up from your screen, “don’t bring it.”

“But we’re going somewhere different this time, maybe we’ll need it?”

“Johnny,” you sighed in exasperation, “we have a third person this time which means one other person’s worth of stuff, we just don’t have the space. Your fault anyway for letting him come.” You grumbled.

At that moment, Jaehyun walked into the room with his suitcase packed. You blushed red, hoping he hadn’t heard what you just said, but if he did he didn’t make it obvious. He just looked between you and Johnny with a blank expression, then walked over to the front door and parked his suitcase there.

“I’m ready,” was all he said, then plopped himself down on the sofa and started scrolling on his phone. You looked at Johnny and rolled your eyes.

“This is going to be fun,” you muttered under your breath, and Johnny smacked you lightly on the knee.

“Jaehyun, Y/N mentioned the night sky is really beautiful in Carmel, you can really see the stars,” Johnny offered, huffing as he packed the last of his suitcase and zipped it up. Jaehyun looked up from his phone, his eyes flashing something as he looked at you.

“Really?” he asked, and it was the first time he had addressed you. You didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Um, yeah. It’s darker out there, far from big city lights so the stars are so much brighter.” You mumbled, unsure of what this weird feeling you were getting from him was. You looked over at Johnny but he just smirked.

“Jaehyun is a night sky enthusiast,” Johnny emphasized the last word, “Oh wait, Y/N, don’t you take pictures of the night sky all the time for the ‘gram? Would you say you’re a night sky enthusiast as well?”

You wanted to smack Johnny’s fake innocent face, at that moment you questioned why he was still your best friend.

“That’s cool,” Jaehyun smiled, and his ears turned red, “I take pics of the night sky too. We should follow each other.” The way he smiled made dimples form on his cheeks and his eyes turned into upside down crescents and you couldn’t help yourself but the sight of it was so endearing…

“Awesome! We’re all friends now!” Johnny clapped, and the loud sound of it jolted you out of your reverie. You shook your head, determined not to let Jaehyun, the player, play you like he’d played all those women before you. You would not be another notch on his bedpost.

“Let’s just get out of here, I’m getting claustrophobic.” You grabbed your jacket and walked out the door, missing the look Jaehyun exchanged with Johnny, with Johnny just shrugging apologetically.

---

True to your word, you took shotgun as Johnny drove. Jaehyun didn’t seem to mind, although he suggested playing rock, paper, scissors for who would take shotgun on the next shift.

“I’m driving next shift and I already said Johnny could take shotgun,” you stated matter-of-factly, and Jaehyun only nodded. Johnny stayed uncharacteristically silent.

“Well when it’s my turn to drive, you can take shotgun if you want,” Jaehyun offered, his tone of voice very casual. Again that feeling you couldn’t name churned in your stomach. You did your best to tamp it down. You looked over at Johnny and he was smiling. The bastard was enjoying this.

“Sorry, it’ll be late by that time and I’ll probably want to sleep, so it’ll be better if I took the back seat.” You countered, proud of yourself for being able to keep your voice steady.

Jaehyun took the rejection in stride. “Makes sense,” was all he said, and went back to staring at the scenery that passed by his window.

“Y/N,” Johnny clicked his tongue, “give him a chance,” he said, low enough for only you to hear.

“I know what he’s trying to do and I will not be his next victim,” you hissed under your breath. Johnny looked over at you warily.

“He’s just being nice, Y/N, relax.” Johnny reassured you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“I know he’s trying to get into my pants and it’s not going to happen! He’s been without a girlfriend for a hot minute and I’m the closest target!”

Johnny just shook his head and sighed. “You really have the wrong idea about him.”

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #nct imagines

[elenasreading]

Hi! I have been inside a room in a quarantine hotel (I’m fine, it’s a precautionary quarantine) for about five days now and the fics I’ve read really provided some sort of escapism. This one is a thank you post, I’m really happy I’ve had these fics - spoiler lol: this is a long list. 

- @mppmaraudergirl The wedding ring was simply a blessing during these days, there isn’t a single chapter that doesn’t make me laugh at least a bit. I’m still not over chapter 11 ... I was not expecting the last two scenes but I’m not complaining, while I am complaining about the chapters’ number? 15??? I am not ready to see this story ends :( I really enjoy reading any of Mpp’s works, I can’t help but notice how easy words come to her, she is a natural at writing and I am here for it. 

- @thequibblah chapter 43 in Come Together!!! I have reread at least four times that scenes (the one in which a particular character sees something they didn’t want to see) and the last one. I’ve missed James and Mary, lol. Alsoooo the BlackEvans moments??? Suze honestly needs to stop writing chapters this good because I don’t know anymore which are my favorites and any favorite story of mine needs some comfort chapters, it can’t be the all story. 

- Bond and Free’s chapter six by @clare-with-no-i ! I usually keep track and write something about the fic I am reading in a note on my phone, when I first started reading BaF I wrote that Clare had an extraordinary capacity to dive into the human feelings and give readers wonderful insights into her characters: no one can tell me I am wrong after reading the Black-Evans moment of chapter 6! Also, I don’t think we all as a fandom have thanked her enough for this James Potter. 

- Theogony by @clare-with-no-i, I mean could someone who studies classics and is in love with her prose not read this? I don’t think so. I have never seen Outlander but this sound really promising. I have loved the first chapter. 

- Something good by @cesays, muggle au are basically my favorite thing in the world ... this one made me think about one of my own camping adventures, in which I have found a snake in my tent and not James Potter. But anyway, this was really enjoyable to read, I’ve loved it!! And I can’t wait to read more of @cesays works.

- I have read Three strikes ‘til you’re out by @theresthesnitch​, as I said muggle aus are my fav thing and after reading this one I am just disappointed no one has ever asked me to fake-date :(( also, about this fic, I deeply wish we could be in James’ head sometimes, like at the end of the last chapter!!! Love love love it. 

- I also loved Friendly Neighborhood James Potter chapter 3 by @infiniteinmyownlittleworld and @solstilla. Of course after chapter 2 I had made my own predictions but this was not where I thought we were going and I am completely 100% in love with everything. This story is the Spider-man au people don’t know they need in their life until they read it. Can’t wait for the other chapters!!

- I’ve read the last two chapters of A Staggard Wild by @figg-anon​. There is a sort of comfort that spreads from her way of writing. I’ve loved how Figg took her time setting everything up, her world is so well described, her attention to small details amazes me. I honestly can’t wait to continue on this journey.

- @maraudersftw yesterday night decided to gift us all with another multichap (a muggle modern au one!!), Disgraceful. I’ve loved the first chapter although that doesn’t surprise me anymore, she is not able to write anything bad. 

Thank you, you incredible writers!!