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realisticintentions · 6 months

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AO3 (or past works) Fic Tag Game:

Rules: I'm not sure. But, then again, I've never been one for rules anyway.

Tagged by: @nonamemanga you mischievous little thing you...

1. How many works do you have/had on AO3/FFN?

1 on AO3 and probably like... 5 or 6 on FFN, I think.

2. Whats your AO3 word count?

1,543

3. What fandoms do/have you write/written for?

Presently: Wednesday (2022)

Previously: The Breakfast Club, Harry Potter, Ravenswood (2013 - 2014), and some D*sney projects (before I got older and it felt weird for me, personally, to keep writing).

In the coming future? I have a few in mind. Might revisit The Breakfast Club, to be honest. I tend to gravitate towards small fandoms half the time.

4. What are your Top 5 Fics by Kudos?

There's only one, standing at 133 Kudos currently: nix

5. Do you repond to comments?

Yes. Comments have always made my work feel validated, and they just make me excited to continue writing. I love responding and having discussions about my work and answering questions and teasing. As @nonamemanga is well aware.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have yet to write an angsty ending. It is something I have yet to explore within my work. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending; which is probably the most optimistic thing about me. Usually, most of my endings toe the line between a happy one and an ambiguous or open ending.

7. Whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics would have the intention of a happy ending, I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Why, yes I have. The little fandom mentioned above? Ravenswood? This was a series connected to Pretty Little Liars that came out when I was 13. Pretty Little Liars was never a show I could really get into, but when Ravenswood came along, I was invested. And oh boy, did I get some comments when I decided to write about my two favorite characters from the show. I was having petty little screaming matches in my ffn inbox with other 12 to 14-year-olds before I finally decided to start deleting them.

9. Do you write smut?

No, and I don't think I ever will, personally. I've enjoyed reading the ones I have, but I don't think I could bring it in to any story I write without it seeming random and unnecessary. Kudos to those who are able to write it though.

10. Do you write cross-overs?

I have in the past, but I don't see myself writing any anytime soon. It can get convoluted.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I wouldn't mind working with someone in the future if I think people would be interested.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. As much as I would like to, my schedule does not offer much writing time. I feel like I would be getting someone's hopes up if I don't end up pulling my weight. Love discussions though.

13. What is a WIP you would like to finish but doubt you ever will?

HA! Here's the thing... I have yet to finish a WIP. Granted, the last time I was actively involved with a fandom and writing for it was when I was... 15? 16? So... Yeah, none of them were ever finished. They're still floating around on ffn, and because I know how to look for them, every now and then I'll re-read them. The thing is, my writing style and outlook of life, and my experiences have changed so much over the years that I can't really see myself finishing them.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

In terms of getting me to write for them, I will give you 3:

Weyler/Wyler. The one that got me back into writing after almost 10 years. They are just so dear to my heart, and the fact that I've made a few wonderful friends within this year alone because of them is just... Great. It's great.

Because I care deeply for my 13-year-old self's feelings, I will defend the ship that got me hate comments for writing about them. Which was the pairing of Caleb Rivers/Miranda Collins. It was 2013 and their storyline was intriguing, okay? I was unaware that the show was even related to PLL, but the spiteful comments I had received from that fandom just made me love shipping them more so... Ha!

I do have a special place in my heart for Allison/Bender though. My 80s detention babies.

15. What are you writing strengths?

Grammar has always been a thing I try to do my best on. I also think I'm able to come up with storylines that would be interesting for the audience to read. It's just a matter of getting them down on paper.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Welcome to my TedTalk.

Getting them down on paper. I am also my worst critic, especially when I re-read my work. I nit-pick over the details, whether there's too much or not enough. What to leave to the imagination and what do I want to pointedly get across? Writing is a hell of a process, and as I have mentioned a handleful of times, sometimes my brain is just like... Nah. There are times where I question if I just can't find the write phrasing to get my ideas out onto paper or if I just... Don't want to.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I am hesitantly dipping a toe into this. I'm just trying to figure out where to have my translations, while also making sure my translations are correct. One of the many issues with only knowing English.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

I don't remember. I think it was Harry Potter? I wrote a lot of Marauders stuff, I know that much.

19. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

nix. Yeah, it's the only one I have to my name, but it's the first to kick off one of my many WIPs and I think it's a solid start.

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

None of them. I have no use for going back to the past when I have things that are more important to me as of right now. That, and those documents are long gone from my files. Besides, it's a sign of growth, y'know?

So yeah, I hope to continue writing. Not really going to add any ship tags or anything bc this one is a bit more personal to me.

Tagging: @therulerofallpotatos @writerrose1998 @lovepoison9 and anyone else. I didn't want to tag too many people just in case they've already done it.

#About... Me I guess #The war of the tags

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saltsanford · 1 year

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AO3 wrapped!

Respond to this with what you would call the top 5 fanfics you’ve read in 2022. Any genre! Any ship! (Bonus points: if you’re a creator, make this a 5+1 and include your favorite fic you wrote in 2022!)

Then leave this in your friends’ asks too. Let’s give creators one more spotlight before the year ends, and share some of what we’ve enjoyed along the way!

YES thank you for the ask, i LOVE talking about my favorite fics i want everyone to read them and discuss them with me like an insane little book club

in no ranking order (this was so hard to narrow down but these are ones that i've read over and over/the first fics that i would rec to a friend who just finished TCW and wanted the good shit):

flowers growing on the edge of a crater by TheTenthSunrise

FIIIIIIIIIIIIVES. au where fives lives and the press figures out he's the one who exposed palpatine as the sith (prior to this his identity was a secret). IT IS. SO GOOD. this fic does a beautiful job of digging into how fives might feel after that whole mess and how the public wants a hero with no real understanding of what any of the clones have been through. fives and echo are the heart of this fic, but every character shines. this is part of a series of one-shots called domino, every fic is fabulous but this one is my particular fav.

i'm tall at heart by mipmaps

thire is one of those "he was in one whole episode and i would die for him" characters for me. i had some loose headcanons about the fact that thire starts as a lieutenant and then becomes a commander, but this fic takes that concept and just FUCKING RUNS WITH IT. fox's desperation to protect thire and NOT promote another commander even though they're all drowning is so, so good. thire's characterization is distinct and fantastic; he is kindhearted and brilliant and feels so real. this is also part of a series including a WIP that i'm currently losing my mind over.

the wounds you see by picklebridge

the umbara arc is my favorite in the series and i need ALL THE FIC FOR IT. this one features kix and rex in the aftermath, and of course gets into the angst of That Line from kix. kix is my boy and he is so good in this, and so is rex, and so is their difficult conversation. there's something about a well-characterized missing moment fic that gets me every time, and this one is a missing moment masterclass.

That Cave You Call a Chest by postapocalyptic_cryptic

speaking of things i need all the fic for, rex after kadavo is also at the top of that list and holy shit does this one deliver. the medbay is packed after the rescue, so cody looks after rex himself. cody's POV is just top-notch here, with this brisk practicality overlaying a deep bitterness and terror. also the hurt-comfort vibes are basically everything i look for in a fic.

their days are darker by @calamity-aims

last but certainly not least is THIS BEAUTY OF A MAGNUM OPUS. wolffe snoops around the coruscant guard after fox shoots fives, starting to suspect something is wrong. this is the fic that made me really think about what the war might look like for the guard and is so lovingly characterized and well-written. the way the tension slowly ratchets up as more and more horrors are revealed + the ways different characters react to what they learn is SO. GOOD. everyone's voice is SO distinct, the hurt-comfort is immaculate, and i am on the edge of my seat every time i reread this despite having done so...several times.

honorable mentions:

stylus-pushing and other workplace hazards by purgetrooperfox

our guard (a docu-holo sponsored by the coruscant communcations bureau) by fortinbrasftw

corrie red by musicmillennia

unchained hearts and homes by thelaststraws

the brother swimming beneath me by svitzian

vode an by epsiloneridani

ahhhh okay i need to stop or i'll be here all night, seriously i read SO MANY amazing fics this year, thank you all

and for the +1, my favorite fic i wrote this year is my WIP, let the river in. this might end up being my favorite fic i've ever written, not only because my writing has come such a long way + i love all of the characters in it so much, but because of how much fun i'm having. i feel like i'm 14 again writing self-insert LOTR fic in my algebra notebook. it's honestly been amazing to find that kind of joy again in my writing. to just...play.

#answered #my txt #thank you for the ask!!#fic rec

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summersareknives · 1 year

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hellooo im back💥 i adore your tattoo ideas i love queen sm & getting lines from youre my best friend with your best friend? genius truly. if i could get my best friend to get a matching tattoo with me (which would never happen shes so indecisive) id love to get lyrics from a song we both love. also love the little freak lines i love that song sm.

TY for the fic rec again im gonna give u another one because thats how this works now<3 across the hallway by periwinklehelp_123 (dorlene, dorcas and marlene live across the hallway from each other, pretty self explanatory)

now for taylor. im in a reputation kinda mood today sooo....getaway car, gorgeous, call it what you want !

and omg. pisces thats so funny. please tell me u dont have the same bday as remus.

also i love friends & b99 theyre just such perfect feel-good shows. ive recently been watching new girl in my spare time too🫶

also tangled & princess and the frog?? taste. i love those movies sm theyre the superior disney princess movies (although i always was an ariel girl when i was really young LOL)

okay now questions:

have i ever seen a moose - god i wish. i dont even think moose live in my part of canada? (just googled it and they dont. very sad day for me)

temperature over here - rn its 6 degrees, in the summer it gets up to like 30 degrees, & winter usually gets down to around -10 at most.

favourite fic of all time - oooh this is a hard one. now i dont really read fics for any other fandom, its kinda for marauders for me so. my wip favourites are disintegration by moonymoment, crimson rivers by zar, edge by pinkpalaceapartments (another agent-james assassin-reg fic, based on killing eve), kill your darlings by messermoon, and ofc dead or alive (i guess i have a thing for assassin reg and agent james LOL) now for finished fics... the winner is gonna have to go to just lovers (like we were supposed to be) by zar. (and intermission by zar too since it fits in there) its just perfect and i feel like ive reread it a billion times.

fav golden trio era ship - probably luna and neville (do they have a ship name? i cant think of it if they do) they were my favourite characters as a kid so they have a special place in my heart. OH i also love romione because theyre just a classic and i love them sm.

do i write fics - sadly no. ive tried and failed. im not a creative writer at all, in fact im literally the opposite, call me the grammar police. im essentially the designated paper editor among my friends because im fantastic at technical writing and stuff like that, but i cant write for shit. i truly envy people who can create such beautiful stories.

tea or coffee - coffee always. i do love tea and have it probably just as much as coffee but i will always be a coffee girly.

go to outfit - hmm. well i basically live in my doc martens and leather jacket (very sirius of me i must say) and i do love a good baggy jean and band tee look. but on my off days you cannot find me out of my sweatpants or pajamas. its simply not happening.

how many piercings - 4, two on each earlobe. (2 i did myself with a sewing needle, dont recommend) i really wanna get my septum or just the nostril, but i havent decided yet. although id probably never get it, i do love the look of the medusa piercing too its just cool.

area of study - im studying classics and anthroplogy in uni rn! ive always been a history/humanities girly and i love ancient history and languages so much so thats what i decided to do. (plus i was a greek mythology kid so) i think my ideal career path would be archaeologist but that could change at any given moment, so im just seeing where uni takes me.

fun fact about me - hmmm. im left handed! kinda not a fun fact but for some reason i dont know very many left handed people (i swear have we gotten rarer or something??)

now for questions for you:

do you like books? whats your fav book/book series?

fav movie/movies?

whats one place youve always wanted to visit and why?

do you have any go-to pieces of jewelry that you always wear?

fav food?

cats or dogs?

mbti type?

sun, moon, or stars?

fav holiday? (as im writing this im losing it thinking about what you said about lily and james dying on my bday.😭 i just know james answered the door dressed to the nines in some dumb costume)

im so bad at coming up with questions and im running out ideas so ill think of more for next time <3

-bee

bee bee hello my new best friend <333

i know it is genius isn’t it ??? that’s what i keep telling my best friend , but he’s too scared of the needle. my goal is one year. one year and we’ll both get tattoos. and the little freak thing is literally one of my favourite harry songs !!

new girl is honestly like after modern family on my list. i shall get to her one day.

YOU ARE WELCOME FOR THE FIC REC :))))) I’ve now downloaded across the hallway & am very excited to read it , so thank you (i love lesbians & the next door neighbour trope !!)

now fic rec for you (that is what we do now , you are absolutely correct.) - down at the wolfbucks café by WolfstarGarden (ft barista james & remus , where regulus & sirius walk in one day for a cup of coffee.)

and because i’m on a little bit of a drarry kick rn - mental by sara_holmes (ft drarry with a miscast legilimens spell meaning they can hear each other’s thoughts.)

TAY TAY TIME -

(also yes , reputation always! as jake would say , ‘she makes me feel things’)

getaway car - JEGULUS - i’ve claimed this song for doa (it’s very inspired by getaway car) so i’m very excited for it (favourite song on rep , dare i say.) ‘sirens in the beat of your heart , should’ve known i’d be the first to leave , think about the place where you first met me’ - very very relevant for doa. changed my life when i heard this line. and generally ‘sirens in the beat of your heart’ like nee naw nee naw , don’t fall in love with this man , it’s bad for your heart , but aw crap i’m in love with him already !!!

gorgeous - JEGULUS - (keep relating everything to them , but i swear there are other ships i relate with other songs ) ‘you ruined my life by not being mine’ regulus watching james dance at a club & fuming because someone’s dancing against him (he doesn’t know that james is doing it on purpose to make him jealous) ‘you make me so happy it turns back to sad’ I LOVE IT it’s them them. ‘you’re so gorgeous , i can’t say anything to your face’ i can just imagine reg being all mean to him (it’s his way of flirting , poor chap.)

call it what you want - JEGULUS - (again I feel the need to apologise. i relate everything to them , they’re my current hyperfixation.) ‘brought a knife to a gunfight’ ‘They fade to nothing when I look at him ,And I know I make the same mistakes every time , Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right, I did one thing right’ - IT’S SO THEM IN MY HEAD !!! like imagine a celeb au , and this is reg afterwards where he’s being all smooth with it , because he’s finally home with james AHHHHHH.

chatting time -

i just assumed everywhere in canada had mooses. just like i see foxes everywhere here . that’s a little disappointing , tbh , they should have mooses everywhere.

6 degrees??? damn that’s almost warm compared to the weather here (1 degree) . & it gets into he negatives ( I don’t remembered a minus ten , but i could be wrong.) however , i still think london cold is colder than any other cold. it just hits different. like absolutely ten times worse.

and the fics , dstg , cr , kyd , are all on my list ( i paused cr at chap two so I am absolutely avoiding spoilers with a BAT) and edge (KILLING EVE ??? OH MY GOD IT’S GOING ON THE LIST.) . thank u so so much for putting dead or alive on this list !!! I’m so happy you liked reading it just as much as i love writing it !!

just lovers & intermission are also on my list. my lessons are currently fucking me up so i have zero free time , & i’ve got mocks coming up in a little while. but once i’m free , i will absolutely read this it sounds so cute and comforting!!

ahhh luna & neville ?? that’s so sweet ?? (vis a vis ship name - luville is what i’d go for :) ) & i love romione too (unfortunately will not be reading any fics with them as the main ship , they’re just not compelling enough for me ) i personally love drarry (& dramione sometimes , lil bit of a guilty pleasure u might say) and their fics stab me in my heart and put them back together (isolation , temptation on the warfront (fave drarry fic ever) , it was all just a game , wait and hope)

AND SAME . I’m literally the grammar editor for my bets friend . // ‘edit my paper’ ‘use grammarly’ ‘you went to a grammar school. you ARE my grammarly.’ // literally even my school friends , the ones who went to this grammar school with me , use me as their editors . I’m being used , honestly. (i make them buy me things in exchange though.)

YOU CHOSE COFFEE ?? as a british person , this is blasphemy. absolute blasphemy. *sips tea with pinky finger sticking out*

leather jacket & doc martens ?? so sirius black of u , yes. ( me looking at my red converse , jeans & plain ol’ shirt.) BAND TEES BAND TEES BAND TEES. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE BAE. I unfortunately own like one of them , but my best friend owns so so many and one day , when he’s not home , i’ll break in and take a couple. maybe. not getting out of sweats & pjs is so real of you & same honestly. nothing beats netflix & pjs with a glass of something sparkly & a tube of smarties for me.

BRO not the sewing needle , how did you not get an infection ?????? one of my friends has a septum piercing (her parents do not know this !) so she hides up her nose when she’s at home. she got a cold recently, and she describes sneezing with the septum piercing ‘the most painful thing i’ve ever fucking felt.’ so u know. advice. i myself advise you to get the nostril pierced. i think it would be very cool of you (but of course i am in favour of whatever you wish to do)

AHHHHHHH I WAS ALSO A GREEK MYTHOLOGY KID!!!!! i knew the story of troy by heart , and i still do. i still do. love meeting another greek nerd honestly we’re so cool !!! AND YOU STUDY CLASSICS ??? that’s so cool of u honestly. there’s a joke in latin (here at least ) where we say ‘caecilius est in horto’ does that carry over there in canada ?? or am i just speaking tosh right now?? & anthropology too ?? u just keep getting more and more awesome. (i wanted to be an archaeologist too , at one point. decided saving lives was more my thing.somtimes tho , when i watch spy movies & i come out of the cinema , i do say i will become an agent.but i never will.) & yes let life carry u on ur way .

left-handed people are depleting. i know one left handed person in real life & she says it’s a real struggle. (my goal in life is to become ambidextrous though.)

QUESTION TIME 🕰️-

I LOVE BOOKS !!!! (took english lit for a level , I gotta have had loved reading in some way!) my favourite books when i was a kid was hp , but now they’re the ‘a good girls guide to murder series’ i highly recommend them , ravi singh is my personal fave. for a singular book ? you must never ask a bookworm this, it’s a cardinal sin. i’ll give you my top four

gods of jade and shadow

a thousand splendid suns

if we were villains

little women

(these books changed my life , I highly recommend.)

and my favourite movies ? top three -

jumanji (the first one)

the proposal (ryan & sandy have my HEART. writing an au of them right now ‘born or invented.’ jegulus of course , because margaret can’t swim , and neither can he.)

the hunger games movies (peeta>>>> gale)

hp movies (poa & ootp especially)

i do have more , (some aren’t even english) but my mind is blank rn. watching the apprentice atm & the boys just won the first ep. the girls are all sad & i’m very sorry for them.m (one of them will have to go home, but one of them also keeps calling herself the ‘kim k of business women’ as if kim wasn’t already a business women.)

place i wanted to visit?? new york - i always wanted to go there. friends takes place there , it’s the big apple , yk???? I love it so much on tv & i do want to see all the ways americans are different. want a big gulp cup , i want to experience a lil british privilege. want to go to the concrete jungle , for sure.

my earrings, and this pandora bracelet which has a snitch clasp & the ‘i open at the close inscription’ it’s very dear to me. also also a gold necklace with a double dolpin. i wear these three all the time , but sometimes i also like wearing lots of rings , but i’m in a lab for a lot of the time so it’s very inconvenient for me.

fave food- pop tarts and also this Chinese takeaway from near my place??? i’m in heaven whenever i eat it. i go out often , and nothing has ever beat that. i also love the cookies & brownies from this bakery near my bus stop & i honestly love them so much. (me and my best friend went there every day after our gcses honestly.)

cats or dogs - cats. (sorry sirius) but i would never say no to a pupper! always pet one if the owner lets me!!

mbti type - INFJ-T (i’m an advocate?? yes yes i think that’s good :)) )

stars !! always stars!! (technically the sun is also a star , but i digress) stars make pretty constellations and as an ex-astronomy student, i love them so much.

fave holiday - CHRISTMAS !!!!! a london christmas is IMMACULATE. honestly the vibes are unreal. the lights on oxford street and everything ✨

& the halloween thing ?? i’m sorry , oh my god , your birthday is now the deathday of the greatest parents ever 💔.

WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING JAMES OPENED THE DOOR ??? HE DID NOT DO THIS ??? voldy broke down the door , my friend , i promise even james isn’t that trusting.

but i agree he was so dressed in a dumb costume anyways .

q’s for next time

fave rarepair ?

fuck marry kill james sirius remus

what place do you want to visit and why?

fave book / book series ?

most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done ?

favourite thing you own?

if your life was a movie , what would you call it ?

(as usual , bee , come back in my inbox asap i will miss u otherwise. and keep it coming with the taylor songs , this is my daily bread.)

#ess water a plant #bee <33 #ess’s marauders x ts crossover

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ressjeon · 3 years

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in this paradise (moodboard teaser)

pairing: survivor!jungkook x fem!reader

summary: In an attempt to escape what's been planned for him, Jungkook hopped on a ship only to face a tragedy that he didn't expect and enter you who somehow couldn't believe to find company in this isolated land. Was this fate or was this just a temporary chance of bliss as a challenge for you both?

rating: 18+

genre: tropical island!au, survivor!au, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, romance & fluff

warnings: some accidents mentioned, lots of teasing, swearing, sexual tension, explicit sexual content, multiple sex scenes (beach, treehouse?, etc.), pet names, skinny dipping, finger sucking, thigh riding, unprotected sex (no condoms in da island peeps), handjob, oral (m. receiving), nipple play, fingering, riding, jk takes it from the back too. (warnings could change)

a/n: this wasn't the first JK fic I planned to post but he was in Summery outfit on Sowoozoo so I had to bump it up among other WIPS 😅. 2 years ago, I got intrigued when I saw the theme song mv of this TV series on my YT dash, the mc has the same name as me and it was Jungkook who first came into when some scenes (4 in exact, including this one) flashed in my mind. The plot is completely different though as I only borrowed some elements of it ♡.

ps. this moodboard was damn hard to make T.T

Check it out here!

― masterlist — navigation ― wips

A sudden ruckus behind your shoulder alerts you immediately, and you turn to see a little movement in the tall grass among the trees.

At last, food.

You’ve been hungry for hours since you wake up so it would be amazing to find something to eat since it's lunch already. Getting into position, you raise one arm up with a spear above your head, the other hand holding up front just in case it attacks you.

Readying yourself as you approach the moving grass, you part them with the other hand but to your surprise, you find a half-naked man in dirty white jeans with dark hair, his doe-eyes staring at you in shock.

"woah, woah, woah" an instant fear crosses his eyes, both of his hands suddenly waving in front in surrender causing him to wince a little, allowing you to spot the wound below his right shoulder so you lower down your arm.

He’s good-looking, add the harsh rays of sunlight looming over him from above to that.

You recover instantly, locking your eyes to his with a death glare as you move your spear in front of you.

“who are you?” you demand, suspicious eyes raking his form as you come nearer to him. He could still be a threat for all you know, best to take precautions.

“jungkook” he pants, reaching out with open palms to shake your hands. He hopes that you'll deem him as harmless by doing so and looks at you pleadingly when you don’t answer him.

“y/n” you respond gently a bit after dropping your spear on the side, feeling a spark when your hand touches his, of how gentle he’s shaking your hand despite the worry in his eyes.

He sighs in relief but pain crosses his handsome face, and he’s wincing even more this time. You manage to catch him before his body reaches the ground.

“my bad” he chuckles while trying to stand up, somehow disregarding that he almost collapsed. You really wonder how he can joke about his situation.

“you’re wounded you know” you scoff, inspecting his wound straightaway.

“yeah but at least you’re here now” he grins and winks at you as he positions himself on your lap, making your eyes roll.

“shut up or i won’t help you” you chide, pulling out the remnants of splinters from his wound with warning and he pouts.

“okay, okay, i’ll behave” he whines as he stays still lying down on his stomach and you’re trying to ignore how you can feel his defined abs on your legs.

“why are you wandering here in the forest while your wound is still fresh?” you ask and Jungkook smiles when he hears the concern in your voice. Ngl, he was shit scared of you earlier, if it weren’t for his wound that’s slowing him down and you’re pretty face he would’ve bolted instantly.

“I was looking for medicinal herbs” he answers, shaking his injured shoulder a little and you smile at this cute antic, okay he’s adorable.

“stop moving” you tsks.

“and what exactly is a beautiful girl like you doing in this forest too?” he questions before you can even answer him right away.

“i was looking for food,” you pause, stating the obvious.

“so that’s why you have a hunting spear with you. where did you even find materials to make it?" he prods, a lot of curiosity in his voice and you smile again, he can’t see you from this angle anyways so it’s good.

“on the shore, a lot of things wash up there” you hum, finishing up the make bandage on his shoulder using the thin jacket that was wrapped on your waist earlier.

You feel him nod and huff a breath like he wants to ask more.

“right, right. how about we search the beach later? maybe we can find more stuff that we can use” he asks as he slowly gets up from your lap, displaying an excited smile and you nod.

“does it hurt?” you ask impassively and he shakes his head.

You help him in standing up, carefully assisting on his elbow for him to not put weight on it and he laughs again. He’s been giddy all this time and you still have no idea why.

"i'm okay" he snorts and you elbow him.

"what's funny?"

You frown, brows scrunching as you eye him with annoyance. As much as you're still wary of him, you’re starting to get confused on how he can make you react this fast in everything that he does.

"you seem so caring now compared to earlier" he teases.

"you needed help, i'm not as heartless as you think" you glare at him and retrieve your spear from the ground.

“your words are actually the opposite of your actions” he continues.

“well, aren’t you an excellent observer” you snicker as you look around to check if you missed anything.

Jungkook on the other hand is just observing how you effortlessly gather your stuff with you. How for some reason, you still look gorgeous with your white mini sundress, a contrast at how tough you look with your tools on you.

"what?" you bark, raising one brow at him and he stops himself from laughing this time. He just shrugs with a playful smile and walks away, urging you to follow him as you both venture into the woods.

“jungkook” you call him, walking beside him now.

“yes?” he questions playfully, not sparing you any glance while looking up at the coconut trees around you.

“you better be taking this seriously after you heal” you huff.

“i already am, i swear! you have no faith in me, im offended” he complains with that fake hurt in his voice and you scowl at him before walking faster, now leading the path instead. He laughs louder this time, following you into some stream or river.

All jokes aside, Jungkook is truly relieved at finding another survivor washing up on the same island as he is. At least he won’t be alone while waiting for rescue anymore, plus you’re hot as hell so this won’t be bad after all.

taglist: @jungkooksbroski

permanent taglist: @bluesharksandfish @taebkyun @sheprocrastinatesalot @iamscharene

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 3 years

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all gone, all gone, all gone

part 4: well, no, i don't feel lighter

my crackfic is back, y'all!! and here to break my 3rd-chapter curse, in which every fic i've ever written ever, i've given up after exactly the 3rd chapter. hopefully the amnesia fic and the 5+1 can follow suit. i wanted to post something for thomastair week/alastair appreciation day, and this doesn't fully fit but i have too many WIPs and this was the closest thing. I've written most of part 5, which has some great thomastair action, so maybe i'll try to post that tonight as well

content warnings: suicide attempt, magical manipulation, implications of domestic violence

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They will never help you. Not even your sister takes your side, not in many months, years even. Do you think they would take you back now, like this? They preferred you floating dead in the Thames than fighting beside them even before I got my hands on you. They would use you and discard you in seconds. You are nothing to them, you never had been. Do you think your own mother would take you back knowing what you’ve done?

Alastair was clean again, free again. Those were the first words Belial had said to him after giving him a second chance. They repeated in his head now, deep in battle with the people he’d betrayed, the people who would betray him without hesitation. The people he should hold no loyalty towards.

But something else played in his head as well: a memory. He was 11, maybe 12, his sister slightly younger. They were playing hide and seek in the forest beyond Cirenworth. Alastair knew it was because his father was drunk and angry, and his mother had told him to get his sister out of the house. He was worried that she would get hurt attempting to calm him down, but Cordelia wasn’t. She was happy, she was laughing. She had no idea that anything could be wrong. She was elated for her brother to be playing with her. She wanted to run around and pick berries and eat them next to the lake a mile from their house.

He held tightly to the memory, as if it were a street he was sprinting down and if he made a single turn, he would never be able to find it again. It was the last thing he thought of before Belial returned to him, and it was a message he easily understood: this was the reason he was loyal to her, even when she betrayed him.

He had been so focused on his anger, his death wish, all of his own pain and heartbreak that he’d lost sight of what had sustained him all of his years: his sister. He survived on the knowledge that whatever happened to him, whatever abysmal fate was before him, his sister could have better. She deserved better. He could give it to her in whatever way possible.

He’d become distracted in his own pain, and Belial had preyed on that. Now, Alastair understood. It didn’t matter if Belial killed him or if he was sent away to the Basilias to waste away for the rest of his days or if he was stripped of his marks and never allowed to see his family again as long as Cordelia walked away in one piece.

Belial twirled Cortana in the air. “Good thing we have another Carstairs to wield it. Take care of her.” The blade flew into Alastair’s grasp. Cordelia winced and Lucie shrieked, charging towards Belial. They locked each other in a battle of magicks, but she wouldn’t last long, not against a Prince of Hell.

Alastair thought back to that memory, to the sound of her shrieks of laughter, of the flashes of deep, dark red hair between the trees as he chased her. He would rather die a thousand agonizing deaths than hurt her again. His mind told him that it was illogical, but he knew that it was correct. “You always wanted to be a hero, isn’t that what you said?” She looked hurt and confused, but more than anything, terrified. She needed to understand. There was only so much he could do; she needed to believe. “Do you believe you are a merciful hero?”

Realization flickered in her eyes of that memory from many years ago. “I try to be.”

Alastair couldn’t throw a sword and expect it to land safely in Cordelia’s grasp and without any demonic interception, nor did he wish to be within slashing distance of his sister with Belial in his head. Instead, he threw the sword upward.

Cordelia held out her hand and the blade flew into it, just as it had back in Devon. It fit firmly into Cordelia’s grasp just as Lucie collapsed.

“What-” Belial began. Alastair felt himself lifted into the air by an invisible hand around his neck. “-did you do?” Before he could answer, Cordelia started to move forward. The grip around his throat tightened and he couldn’t stop the strangled sound that followed. “Move another inch and I’ll snap his pretty little neck,” he warned. Cordelia froze.

“You should- have killed me-” Alastair choked out. “After Thomas.”

“You tricked me.”

“You wanted me- to give up. Should have known- I’m a talented- actor.” He could feel himself getting lightheaded attempting to speak, sacrificing the little air that he was still able to breathe.

“You think you’re so brilliant-”

“No. You’re- a fool. You- miscalculated.” He heard a shout down the corridor. If Cordelia was still holding Cortana when James arrived, there would be no way for Belial to win. Now was his only chance.

He heard a shriek as he flew through the air, colliding with a brick wall in a sickening crunch. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground. He opened his eyes just in time to watch Belial disintegrate at Cortana’s blade.

The world was blurry, and everything hurt. His body, but also - him. He was free. He was dying, but he was free.

Each breath hurt more and more, and he could taste blood in his mouth. He had at least several broken bones and a concussion, in addition to broken ribs and any internal injuries. He attempted to sit up but the bit of effort made his vision go black. Perhaps more than a concussion.

Suddenly, his sister's face was above him. "Stay with me," she begged. "Please, I need you. Please, hold on. Everything will be okay. We'll get you to the Institute and they will heal you and then we will figure out the rest. Please, I need you. I'm so sorry. I love you. I can't do this without you. Please, hold on, for me."

She should not be apologizing, he thought. I was the one who left her.

He tried. He tried to hold on. He had brief memories of the carriage riding, slipping in and out of consciousness.

Stay with me, she repeated.

I will, he tried to tell her, but no words came.

Then, he saw nothingness. The emptiness with which he was so familiar.

Then, he woke. He was in the infirmary. His whole body ached. He felt his stomach lurch as he remembered all that had happened the past two weeks.

Cordelia was sitting in a daze, not fully asleep, but not fully awake.

"I suppose this whole ordeal means that I am either very hard to kill or very bad at dying," he said weakly, startling her out of her stupor.

She glared at him. "Don't joke about such things! I would smack you were you not injured. I still might yet." She hurried to him and embraced him tightly. His body ached at her pull but he did not comment.

"How long has it been?"

"Three days since the fight."

"Is Lucie okay?"

She nodded. "It took her a bit to recover, but she's alright. There were other injuries, but somehow we all made it out in one piece."

"I'm so sorry, Cordelia," he said quietly.

"Shh, don't start that. It's alright. I just-" Her breath hitched for a moment. "I wish I had been able to see how much pain you were in. I wish I could have helped."

He shook his head. "No, I wouldn't have accepted it." He reached to cup her face in his hand but realized that his wrists were bound to restraints. Of course. He'd worked for Belial. He'd carried out unspeakable deeds for him. He'd kidnapped Thomas, even if he had freed him as well.

"They- they said they had to, that until you woke and they could assess the situation it would be necessary. I-"

"It's okay," he told her. "I understand."

"What are you going to tell them? About how... about what happened with Belial?"

He exhaled. "The truth. I will simply tell them the truth."

* * *

The Consul was apprehensive about allowing Alastair to take the Mortal Sword so soon after waking from his injuries, but he insisted that he would not speak without it. He only wanted to do this once. She reluctantly agreed, bringing the sword to the infirmary, along with the Inquisitor, the head of the Institute, and Sophie Lightwood as witness. He was unsure of how she’d gotten involved, but her presence somehow terrified him and soothed him at the same time. Cordelia was allowed to stay as well, as long as she did not interfere with the questioning.

The Mortal Sword burned through his body, aggravating his many wounds, but he’d felt worse. He answered their questions, explaining how Belial had held him over the Thames, threatening to drop him into the river as he brokered a deal with him. He conveniently left out the part that preceded. He attempted to describe what it was like to be under Belial’s spell, under his curse. He told them that he never wanted to hurt anyone. It was the truth, even under Belial’s influence.

“Thank you, Alastair. We’re almost finished,” Will told him. Alastair was unsure why he was asking the questions, he was sure that was meant to be the task of the Inquisitor, but whatever Will had done to earn the privilege, it seemed like he regretted it now. He was simply too empathetic. “Please allow me to clarify a few details. Belial, using Jesse Blackthorn’s body, pushed you off of Tower Bridge?”

Alastair grimaced, his answer burning in the back of his throat. He had hoped they would overlook this part. “No.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was already over the edge of the bridge.”

“I don’t understand.”

Alastair looked over to Cordelia who seemed ready to jump in on his behalf, though they both knew she was not allowed. “I- I jumped,” he confessed, relief washing over him, though he did not know if it was because of the sword. “I attempted to kill myself, but Belial stopped me.”

The Consul and Will Herondale looked at him in shock. Sophie Lightwood appeared guilty, but he had no idea what for. The Inquisitor was indifferent.

Will attempted to speak, the pain breaking through his eyes, but could not. The Consul stepped in instead. “I see. Is there any other information relevant to this ordeal?”

He was about to respond when Sophie spoke up. “What did Belial tell you about Barbara?” Ah, he realized. That was why she was here. That was why she was guilty.

“Sophie!” the Consul scolded.

“Mrs. Lightwood, that is entirely-” The Inquisitor began, but it was not a question Alastair was opposed to answering.

“Nothing,” he told her. “But I overheard him speaking to Tatiana. He called Barbara’s death his gift to her.”

Sophie’s solemn expression did not hold the surprise of the Consul’s or Will’s. Alastair was merely confirming what she already knew.

The Consul nudged Will forward to take the sword back from Alastair. “I believe we’re finished here. We will discuss the matter and return to you shortly.”

There was an uncomfortable silence as Will put away the Mortal Sword and they left the room, Sophie casting an apologetic glance back at him. The silence stayed between him and Cordelia as they waited. He believed before that if he could skirt around the truth, there was a chance he would walk free, even if he did not deserve it. Now, knowing that they knew the full truth, his stomach twisted at the thought of their decision.

Cordelia looked pale, and he knew she was thinking something similar. “I’m going to go get some water,” she said finally. It wasn’t even a convincing lie.

“Cordelia, what are you doing?”

She didn’t answer as she left the infirmary.

if any of this seems unrealistic, i don't care! i made this mess and i can deus ex machina it if i want to!!!

taglist (ask to be +/-, this is a different taglist than most of my content because of the triggers): @jem-nasium @littlx-songbxrd @fortheloveofthecarstairs @cant-think-of-anything @shadowrunner2000 @writeforjordelia @jurdan-my-beloved

Part 5

#cw suicide #alastair carstairs #thomastair week #tlh #the last hours #cordelia carstairs #all gone fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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x-authorship-x · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review!

stole this from @bouncyirwin and encouraged by @iamnotakitty and @eruditeempress because I am weak haha

1. How many do you have on Ao3? 26

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 939,497 words

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 6 fandoms (Naruto, Harry Potter, LoTR, Hobbit, My Hero Academia, Akagami no Shirayukihime)

4. What are your top 5 five by kudos?

* Yeah, Kunai are cool but have you had dessert? - 4,209

* He’s the Evil Twin, okay? - 2,731

* In The Eye of The Beholder - 2,206

* No Tomorrow - 2,031

* Until Dawn Breaks - 707

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Generally yes but sometimes, especially if I’ve gone really off the fic in question (as in, cannot bear to think about it) or writing in general, I just moderate the comment straight through without responding. But, when I’m back into writing again, I’ll go back and reread comments or reply very late haha

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? My fics are usually about canon divergence that SPARES death/angst but I do post what-ifs in one-shots. The saddest is a chapter in my ficlet collection ‘Tomorrowland’ where I write Inoichi’s POV of Shisui’s b*dy washing up from the Naka River.

7. Do you write crossovers? yes, I generally like to throw a character into a diffferent universe or adopting the settign from one as an AU than merging the two worlds together. I have a HP world Shisui one-shot and then an on-going Shisui is in LoTR story, The Red Ally.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? oh god yeah, it was so horrible at one point that I’ve had to get on my soap-box in my A/Ns before

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? Hmm, I do but usually as a comisseration gift to my Beta for putting up with my insane workload. Any pairing combo!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep! had it several times where people say they want to link their fic as inspired by mine and, when I go to check them out, they’d copy+pasted sections. it was sorted in the end but not fun :/

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Uhhh I had people ask, back on FFNet, and a russian version of one was done but I’m not really sure if its still out there or not??

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! I'd love to tho

13. What is your all time favorite ship? Hmm, I dont really write ship-fics for some reason BUT i love reading Kakasaku, shikasaku, TobiKagami... oh wait i’m also weak for literally most rarepairs. I drove myself mad trying to find Saku/Hashi the other day haha

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Uh I’m not sure I should say with all the readers following me 👁️👄👁️

15. What are your writing strengths? I would say descriptions but I’ve been told I’m strong with fighting scenes. Apparently I set the pace right

16. What are your writing weaknesses? I’m very very stop-starty. No Tomorrow was the first ever fic I wrote (and, really, have written ever) where I was largely able to post on the regular. I speed-write 10K in a day or I edit 500 words for six months. there is very little in-between. I also have a terrible habit of ranting about WIPs and then never doing them, which is something I’m actively trying to work on since I feel bad for the people who WANT to read the ideas I rant to them about

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I would if I could but I cant so i shant!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I think it was a very very cheesy first-person confession ficlet for Akagami no Shirayukihime... I remember reading it out to my Mum and, in hindsight, her expression was very pained lmao

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written? i’m most inamoured with whatever i’m currently writing, i gained the most satisfaction from my recent Godaime!Tsunade fic ‘SUKEBAN’ but i am most proud of ‘No Tomorrow’ because I actually finished it to a degree i’m satisfied with

hmmm @looks-like-starlight and @skewedrevisions off the top of my very empty head ❤️❤️❤️

#torship #fanfic #torship talks #reblog game #ask

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scarlettwitcher · 4 years

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Daddy

Summary: Geralt allows Y/n to call him a nickname she hears and soon faces the consequences for it.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Jaskier

Word Count: 3,161

Warnings: fluff, tinsy bit of angst, mentions of abuse, sexual frustration(?), implied smut, this is basically just a crack fic, dom!Geralt, and daddy!geralt

Author’s Note: So this was a head cannon I shared with my girl @queenxxxsupreme and let’s just say I got her hooked on this imagine. I hope you guys like this, it really was just for fun. Also, send my girl some love for being the amazing beta she is. Love ya babe! I have a few WIPs that I won’t be able to release until next week because I have a wedding tomorrow and plans all day sunday so I hope y’all accept this in the meantime. Tag lists are open as are requests! As always, thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome!

You shivered under the Witcher’s touch, the first kind feeling you’ve had in years, as he tried to comfort you after finding you alone in the forest. The vampire that caught you when you were young was sadistic to say the least. He really didn’t need you for your blood but you were his drug. Years passed after he snatched you away from your home but you lost count after the first year. The vampire trained you, turning you into his submissive blood bag. By the time you turned eighteen, you knew nothing of the outside world other than the vampire that had you under lock and key.

It seemed like fate finally wanted to intervene when the vampire left you alone at his cabin. He left the dark home to get some supplies in town and left you alone. You took the risk to finally free yourself of your binds and run free from the prison you had lived in. You really didn’t get far before running into a very tall, and intimidating man which you found really odd considering you were in the middle of a forest. He had white hair and golden eyes that watched you with caution, almost as if you’d attack him at any moment. You began to fear for your life and you could only assume the man in front of you could tell by the way he slowly raised his hands in surrender towards you. Something about this man made you trust him just a bit as he got closer and grunted a greeting. “Are you alright miss?”

“I-I’m okay… I think.”

“Are you lost?”

“Not really… W-where am I?”

“You’re outside of Cintra.” You could only nod quietly as you looked around at the quiet forest. You really had no idea where you were. You suddenly felt a bit self-conscious under the strange man’s gaze, knowing you were covered in dirt and your clothes were torn, and dirty. You stood there awkwardly before clearing your throat.

“Could you help me…..please? I just escaped the man that had me captive and I need some help.” Geralt took a deep breath as his eyes wandered around all of the trees he was surrounded with. He grunted, nodding once, as he helped you climb on his horse, holding the reins as he walked down a path. And that was the start of the wonderful adventure the two of you would embark for a few years.

After Geralt found you in the woods, he took you in, cared for you. Within the first night, he helped you bathe since you were really weak and very malnourished. When Geralt saw your skin for the first time, he couldn’t help the surprise and concern that flooded his features. Your skin was sickly pale from never being in the sun. Your skin clung to your bones and you were covered with scars from head to toe. Most were whip scars while some were burns and others claw marks. After that first night, Geralt swore to himself to always protect you. He never knew why he felt such an intense need to care for you but he didn’t really want to think about it.

After the first year of traveling with the Witcher, you were healthy. Your skin was glowing and you had gained enough meat on your bones, making you a plump little thing that most men couldn’t keep their eyes off: including Geralt. He never knew when his feelings grew stronger, when he started to love you. He never let it show, never wanting to risk his enemies using you against him and you stayed your oblivious self.

“Geralt, please, can we stop at the next town for the night? I’m quite tired.” You whined quietly as you tugged on his pants as you walked next to him riding Roach. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, his lip quirking up slightly as he watched you pout up at him. You were very innocent but you knew that you could always win the Witcher over with your puppy eyes and soft pout.

“But we’ve only been walking for a few hours, princess.” You huffed at the nickname, knowing he was trying to get a rise out of you.

“Come on, Ger, it’s been a few days. Please?” You pouted harder, making the widest puppy dog eyes you could muster at him. Geralt chuckled as he saw you. He couldn’t help the feeling that was blooming inside of him, making him feel warm as he watched you. What he would give to just have you every which way he wanted you.

“Okay, okay, well stop tonight.” You jumped gleefully as Geralt chuckled quietly. After walking for a few more hours, you encountered a rather large town. While Geralt stopped at a stable to leave Roach, you got rooms for the night. You watched Geralt make his way to the Tavern and knew to join him there when you were done. Once you had the room keys, you made your way to the tavern, passing the town’s brothel.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see him. He was gorgeous. Might even be Daddy.” Your brows furrowed as you heard some of the women speak.

“The Witcher is your daddy now?“

“That hair, that body, and that ass. He could murder me and all I would say is, ‘thank you daddy.’” The girls laughed as they looked at the girl who was speaking with incredulous looks. You wondered if the Witcher had a new title along with all the other names he gained over the years. The girls noticed you walking by and hushed their conversation. You made your way to the tavern walking in, finding your companion at the table in the back. You quickly made your way over, dropping in the seat next to him, like you always did, as you grabbed his cup, taking a sip from the ale. Geralt watched you amused. You could never finish a full mug of Ale and would rather steal sips from Geralt’s, which he never minded.

“Thanks for taking care of me all this time."

Geralt knew you always felt like a burden and while he knew you weren’t, he couldn’t say it. He could see you wouldn’t believe it. So instead, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him for a side hug. You personally knew Geralt did not like public affection but when you needed it, he would give in just a little. That was your reassurance enough. Geralt took the mug of ale from you, taking a large sip as you smiled softly. "Thanks daddy."

It took you a second to realize what happened as the Witcher beside you was coughing loudly. You looked at the table covered in ale and realized he had spit it all out and was now choking. You watched him with worry as he kept coughing, trying to compose himself. The rest of the tavern had gone silent to watch Geralt choke. Finally, after what felt like eternity, his cough had calmed down. He took a sip of what was left of the drink to calm his throat. He looked at you bewildered as you watched him with concern.

"A-are you okay?"

"Where did you learn that word?” You looked at him confused, wondering why he was asking you that.

“I-i was walking past the brothel and a few girls called you daddy. I thought it was a nickname like White wolf… ” You started to feel embarrassed for using the word and you looked down at the table. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used it.” Geralt watched you intensely as he tried to figure out what to do. He wouldn’t deny the blood that rushed to his cock the moment you said the title. Why it turned him on was beyond him but the words coming from your lips would have him coming undone. He didn’t like how you felt ashamed and he sighed, giving in just a bit.

“Don’t apologize dove. It’s.. okay. I don’t mind it, just took me by surprise.” Your head whipped up and a large smile painted your features as you jumped up into his arms, hugging him tightly. You licked your lips and whispered.

“I’m glad you’re okay with it, daddy.” With that, you let go and moved to leave the tavern, leaving Geralt’s room key on the table as you sauntered off towards your own room, ready to sleep the night off. Geralt watched you dumbfounded as he opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t. He was fucked.

A few months had passed since that night and you both continued on your travels. In one town that you stopped, you met a healer who was willing to teach you her tricks while you were in town. Geralt had a contract that would take at least a month. You were more than happy to learn how to patch up the big idiot you traveled with. One night you learned how to heal a deep wound with a simple spell and you were too excited, you wanted to tell Geralt. The moment he walked into your shared room, you pounced.

“Daddy! Daddy! Guess what I learned today?” Geralt closed his eyes tightly as he took a second to will his feelings way. He knew if he didn’t, he’d jump you and fuck you into the floor until you were both covered in splinters. You noticed the way Geralt stiffened and moved closer poking his chest. His eyes snapped open, watching you with an intensity that had you bouncing on your heels. “I-i learned a spell today!"

"Daddy, look at this dress. It’s so beautiful.”

“I found these flowers near the river. I thought you’d like them daddy."

"You’re so brave, daddy. You saved them."

"Daaadddy please."

Geralt seemed grumpier and grumpier every day. Geralt should’ve known this was a bad idea. He was mad for letting himself think with his dick and not his head. You had stopped at a town for the night, since you were exhausted. Walking into a tavern for the night, you heard soft strumming and you would’ve recognized the voice everywhere.

"Jask!” The Bard turned swiftly on his heels as he saw you and smiled widely.

“Ah, is that the precious Y/n I see?” You giggled as you ran over hugging him tightly as you rested your head on his chest. “And the White Wolf! Tell me, darling, how you’ve managed to stay with him so long."

"Jask, I can’t give away my secrets.” Jaskier laughed and nodded towards a table as you sat beside him, talking up a storm, telling him everything you had learned and all of the adventures you and Geralt had while the Witcher only watched the two of you amused.

“So, of course, daddy walks into the tent, soaked in blood, getting everything else covered in blood and he-”

“Daddy?” Jaskier looked taken aback as his eyes drifted between you and Geralt but as his eyes remained on Geralt far longer than you, a smirk creeped on his features as he laughed. “Are you two-”

“No.” Geralt’s thick voice penetrated the air for the first time that night.

“Oh, Jask! It’s one of his nicknames. He said it was okay for me to use it.”

“One of his nicknames you say? Who used it darling?"

"Some woman at a brothel.” Jaskier couldn’t contain his laughter as he smiled smugly at Geralt who was looking at everything except the Bard. The color in his cheeks draining a big. Jaskier could’ve sworn he even looked nervous.

“Well, darling, you be you. Isn’t that right,” Jaskier looked at Geralt with an evil glint in his eyes as he licked his lips. “Daddy?” Geralt’s eyes snapped up to Jaskier, glaring at the Bard. He was about to speak when he heard you softly yawn beside Jaskier. You stood and bid your good nights to the men as you made your way to the room you had booked for the night. Geralt decided to join you, knowing he didn’t want to be alone with Jaskier even for a second. Jaskier knew he had to join the two of you on your travels and decided to spend the night in your room, knowing he could sleep in your bed with you comfortably. Soon the night passed, and after the break of dawn you were on the road again.

After a week on the road, Geralt heard of a possible contract and you all made way towards the town. Since it was a good few days of travel, the three of you took camp in the forest. You had bought a new dress and had worn it that day. You were in your tent having difficulty taking it off. “Daddy, can you help me?”

Geralt looked up from where he was sitting, staring at your tent. Jaskier couldn’t help himself as he watched Geralt almost leap at your voice. “Yeah daddy, go help her."

"Shut up bard.”

“Awe daddy don’t be rude.” Geralt growled at him as he made his way to your tent. He entered and looked at your back. You were holding your hair up with one hand as your other one was trying to reach for the ties on the back of your dress.

“Hey daddy, can you help me untie this?” Geralt took a deep breath as he walked towards you, looking over you like a giant tree. He reached towards the dress cautiously, letting his fingers skim over the material before slowly undoing the ties, your skin exposing more and more after every tie. The last tie ended at your lower back, just over your hips. You hummed softly as he helped you. “Thank you daddy.”

Geralt swallowed thickly as he felt himself harden, just like every time he did when he heard you use the name on him. Truth was, he absolutely adored the way you called him daddy, and he’d often go to sleep with dreams of being buried deep inside of you as you moaned the title in his ear, telling him to go harder. Geralt, too lost in his thoughts, didn’t realize he had dragged his fingers down your soft skin, relishing on the way you felt. He felt the goosebumps that littered your skin and that broke him from his lust clouded dreams. He pulled his hand back like you had burned him and disappeared from your tent in the next second. You didn’t have a chance to turn and look at him before he was gone. You couldn’t deny that you loved the way he touched your skin. You couldn’t deny the recent feelings you had for the older man and the way he made you have butterflies in your stomach.

Jaskier watched as Geralt left your tent in haste and strummed his lute. “Didn’t go well daddy?"

"Jaskier, I will beat you.”

“Oh no daddy. Don’t hurt me.” Geralt walked off, needing to cool down, feeling all of his pent up emotions at the tip of his tongue and cock. He was so sexually frustrated and he could only accept the fact that you were the only one who could satisfy him. He pounded his way through brothels but nothing could quite get him like you did. Your voice, your touch, the name. The stupid name.

After settling the next night into the town with the contract, Geralt disappeared, deciding that taking his frustrations on the monster was better. The monster was no match for the pent up, sexually frustrated Witcher, going down within the minute.

“You know, I feel like I should tell you. ‘Daddy’ isn’t one of Geralt’s names.”

“What do you mean?” You looked up from the plate of food you were inhaling at the tavern you had stopped at to eat.

“It’s not like White Wolf. It’s more of a pet name of sorts. Like when you sleep with someone. If they like it, you use it. In this case, daddy is quite kink- darling you okay?” Jaskier watched as the blood drained from your face at his confession. You had been using a sex pet name for almost a year. Jaskier could only figure out what was going through your head as he chuckled to himself. “If he didn’t have any feelings towards you, he wouldn’t have let you use it.” You nodded quietly in understanding. You had to find out. You stood up abruptly making your way to the inn you were staying at. You didn’t know what you were going to say or even do. You just knew you had to see him.

Barging into his room, Geralt stood with his back to you, shirtless. You licked your lips and willed your thoughts away as he only turned his head to look at you. He turned fully and watched as you stood there, looking pale and bewildered. “Dove?”

“Why do you let me call you daddy?” Geralt took a second and sighed, dropping his gaze to the floor before grunting quietly. He moved to sit on the bed as he motioned you towards him. You slowly moved in between his legs as you watched him. Even sitting he was taller than you. He grabbed your wrist pulling you into him, almost close to straddling him at this point. He cupped your cheek making you watch him.

“Because I like the way you say it. I like the way it makes me feel."

"But.. I- but.. "

"I’m sorry if you feel tricked.”

“It’s not that.. It’s just, well the other day in the market, I wanted to thank the salesman for an apple he gave me and when I used the name on him, his wife threw an apple at m-” Before you could finish, Geralt growled lowly from his chest as he stopped and stood, gripping your arms tightly but not enough to hurt you as he towered over you.

“You will not use that name with anyone else, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes daddy.”

“Good girl.” Geralt sat back down, pulling you with him, keeping you between his legs as he cupped your chin, making you look at him. “Love, I’ve tried holding back. You’re too pure for a man like me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true. But you make me selfish. You make me crave like I’ve never before.” He leaned in his dragging his nose against your neck as you shuddered softly under his touch. He pressed a soft kiss against your neck as you shivered. “Say you do too.”

“Daddy… I’ve been yours since the day I met you.” It was like a the hold that contained Geralt’s need snapped, and everything came flooding in. He pulled you into his hold before throwing you on the bed, crawling over you, filling all of your senses that was him.

“Good, because you belong to daddy, baby girl.”

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twdeadlysins · 4 years

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Not Alone

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,173

Summary: Daryl blames himself everyday for not sticking with Y/N when the Governor brought chaos upon them. The only thing that keeps him going is hope — hope that her and their unborn child is okay and out there somewhere.

Request: 14. “I thought you were dead” - Daryl and the reader (M/F) were separated when the prison fell. The reader, who is pregnant with his child, When the group gets to Alexandria, he finds the reader, but they're not alone. He hugs the reader and says #14 (Baby (G/B) is a newborn when he finds them.) // Requested by: @leej2468

Warnings: some angst?, fluff, pregnancy, mention of possible death of a character and unborn child, the usual walking dead themes, and possible typos by yours truly

A/N: I apologize that I’m barely cranking out fics. The usual writer’s block, laziness, lack of motivation, and other work have been delaying posts. I do have a ton of wips and requests to start and finish!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

MASTERLIST

On the ride to their new home, Daryl fiddled with his crossbow and arrows, deep in thought. Although the place was going to be a major upgrade from their previous living conditions, he was unsure about it all. He was doubtful that Alexandria would be any different than the farm, the prison, or Terminus. Every time they took a chance, it was ruined by walkers or people, breaking all hope and trust. Not trust in his family, but trust with the rest of the world. The only people Daryl could count on was himself and his people… and Y/N.

“Thinkin’ about them?”

The hunter stayed silent as he inspected an arrow, not wanting to look Maggie in the eye. He was afraid that if he did, she would see all the guilt and pain that his crystal blues held, so he barely nodded as an answer. Maggie sighed and reached over, gently placing her hand on top of his, prompting Daryl to halt his movements and reluctantly peer at her. She gave an empathetic smile, giving his hand a squeeze before retracting her hand away and folding her arms to lean on the table.

The archer dropped the arrow and brought his back to meet the couch, gnawing on his lip while messing with the hem of his shirt. His eyes connected back to the brunette before shrugging. “She’s alone. She shouldn’ be alone.” Tears started to well up and his bottom lip began to tremble as he stared at his dirty calloused hands, fidgeting with his fingers.

A little over a month before the prison, Y/N had gotten sick and they assumed it was just a stomach bug — until it lasted more than a couple days. Lori and Carol chuckled at the couple and brought up the possibility that she might be pregnant after a week and a half of her feeling unwell. Despite Y/N’s protest that there was no way, Daryl had handed her a test after a run, and it proved her wrong. Although she was in denial at first, she was elated and so was he, but there were underlying nerves there, especially after what happened to Lori. Y/N was with her when it had happened, and she ended up terrified, scared that she was going to end up like that as well. With time and the endless amount of support from Daryl and the others, she became more comfortable at the idea of giving birth.

That secure feeling vanished the minute the Governor came, destroying their home and murdering Hershel, the person they counted on to bring their child in the world, right in front of them. Y/N started spraying bullets alongside him before he urged her to head for the bus, but she was stubborn as hell and didn’t want to be separated — didn’t want to leave him behind. Daryl knew she was the type of person to say ‘If you’re going down, then I’m going down with you’, but he couldn’t let her do that, especially since it was much bigger than the two of them — there was another life. So he caressed her cheek behind the box they were using for protection, taking a moment to remind her that she had to think of their baby before rubbing her very visible baby bump, prompting her to place her hand on top of his. He assured Y/N that he’d cover for her while she made a run for the getaway vehicle and that he’d meet her there. Daryl scanned every inch of her face to remember just in case things went south before kissing her with so much passion like it would be their last -- and with each day that passed, it seemed like it was.

Daryl blamed himself every single day for losing Y/N, for not staying with her and protecting her. In the moment he thought he was doing what was best, that his plan was her best chance at surviving, but what if he ended up getting her and their baby killed? Glenn had told him she never made it on the bus, never stepped foot in it. She wasn’t alive at the prison when he stayed behind either and he didn’t see anyone that resembled her as far as he could tell among the walkers, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was alive. Maggie confirmed his statement since she had caught up with the bus and she wasn’t among the walkers, so where was she? What happened? Was she safe? There were too many questions lingering in his head, but the one thing he knew for sure was that he was the one at fault.

“She’s not alone.” Maggie solemnly whispered. “Y/N has your child with her, always. She’s a strong woman and we both know she won’t let anything happen to that baby, not without a fight.”

Daryl nodded, fighting the sobs that wanted to burst out of him. Y/N was a stubborn woman, she was tough and wouldn’t let anyone near her and their unborn child. He had to keep believing she was out there somewhere because that was the only thing keeping him going.

“They could be out there, Daryl. Just ‘cause we haven’t found them yet, don’t mean they’re gone. Don’t lose hope.” Daryl’s head was bowed, but he bobbed it in understanding at her words. Hope was all he had.

The RV came to a halt followed by Abraham announcing that they arrived at their destination — their new home. The archer wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before grabbing his gear and hopping out the vehicle to be met with a gate. As Aaron instructed for his people to open the entrance, Glenn stepped beside Daryl.

“After we get settled here, we’ll go out and look for her, okay?” He placed his hand on Daryl’s shoulder, trying to give him a little comfort and hope because he wasn’t alone, he missed her too. The hunter caught Rick’s head turning to peer at him from the front of the group. He nodded, communicating with Daryl from afar, which led the redneck to do the same. Rick and Glenn had discussed it some time before, which was assuring for Daryl. She wasn’t forgotten and they were going to help do something about it. The three of them were going to find her.

When the gate opened, Daryl absentmindedly trekked behind with Glenn still at his side, wandering his orbs around the place, getting a feel for it. It was a nice community and it was secure like Aaron described and showed with his pictures. It was a perfect place to raise a family, a great place for Judith — a great place for his child. He shook off the thought, not wanting to break down again, especially in front of everyone. Although it was ideal for Y/N and their baby, he couldn’t quite trust it yet. It made him feel guilty to be able to stay in a place like Alexandria without Y/N who could be out there somewhere struggling to survive.

In order for the group to reside in Alexandria, they had to have a one-on-one interview with the leader, Deanna. Daryl kept his answers short and sweet, she didn’t need to know every detail of his life. After the interviews, the group was split into two houses, not wanting to stray far from each other or bunk with total strangers. Daryl slept for a couple hours, but he was mainly perched beside a grand window, keeping watch. Just because they were behind sturdy walls, didn’t mean they were completely safe — walkers weren’t the only enemy.

Daryl was casually sitting on the porch of their new home the next morning, smoking a cigarette as he messed with his crossbow. The door swung open before someone skipped down the steps, turning their figure to stare at the hunter who didn’t stop cleaning his crossbow.

“When do you not mess with that thing?”

He huffed, grabbing the cigarette from between his lips to discard before staring at Carol who formed a teasing smile that joined her raised eyebrows. “When will ya leave me alone?” Daryl grunted, stomping his boot on the cigarette to put it out.

Carol rolled her eyes as an amused Daryl focused back on his weapon, satisfied with his retort. “When you take a shower,” Carol shot back, striding away, but not without stealing a glance at the archer who shook his head. He grumbled as he watched her walk across the street but before he could go back to what he was doing, he heard a man chuckle.

Daryl peered up and saw a man with crutches, who he assumed was Eric, chatting with a woman who hugged her crossed arms close to her chest as they walked down the road with someone not far behind, approaching closer to the house. The hunter squinted his eyes and held up his hand over them to shield his orbs from the sun that shone bright over the community. His heart accelerated once he recognized a face — a face he could never forget — her face — Y/N’s face.

His task was long forgotten as he set aside his crossbow and stumbled down the steps, getting emotional at the sight of her. Daryl slowly moved towards them, seeming to forget how to work his legs. He lost the ability to talk as well because when he tried to muster up her name, it got caught in his dry throat. Luckily for him, Eric had greeted him which caught her ear. They both froze in their tracks as she made eye contact with Daryl and he could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to process who was in front of her — if he was real.

A river was flowing down her cheeks as she whispered his name, not believing he was there before racing into his arms. She tightened her arms around his neck and sobbed into the crook of it as his arms squeezed around her waist, lifting her above the ground. “I knew you’d find me,” she whispered, voice wavering.

Once they broke apart, Daryl caressed her damp cheek, boring his teary orbs into hers. “I thought you were dead.” It was his voice’s turn to shake, prompting Y/N to place her hands on the sides of his face and rest her forehead against his.

“A nuke has to drop in order to get rid of me.” He could hear the smirk she wore in her tone as he chuckled, but the joke didn’t wash away the guilt that started to flood in.

“M’sorry that I won’t there for ya. That ya were alone.”

Y/N pulled away with a smile still plastered on her face which confused him. “I wasn’t alone.” She pivoted her body to gesture to Aaron who held a newborn wrapped tight in a pink blanket, making the archer do a double take at Y/N. His child — their child. He was so engrossed in the fact that Y/N was alive that he didn’t notice that her baby bump was no longer there.

Y/N giggled, a sound that Daryl had deeply missed. “Sorry, guys, you must be a little confused.”

“I think we figured it out.” Aaron smiled as he handed the baby over to Y/N. She slowly walked up to Daryl and he asked with his eyes for permission to hold her, which prompted Y/N to laugh. Once his daughter was handed to him, Daryl’s heart was close to combusting when his daughter’s tiny hand grasped around his finger. Y/N leaned her head against her fiance’s arm, watching their first interaction in content.

“Although I was terrified, I was prepared to have her out there all by myself, but then Aaron and Eric found me holed up in a rundown house, nearly had the baby right then and there when they approached me.” They all chuckled. “I was cautious, of course, but it didn’t take much convincing. I needed to keep her safe and thought this place would do just that.” Daryl caressed the back of Y/N’s head to press a kiss to the top of her hair. He was so proud of her, she was so strong and he couldn’t believe he ever doubted that she wasn’t alive.

“She’s almost two weeks old and still doesn’t have a name. Didn’t feel right to name her without you.”

“What if I found ya two years later?”

“Still wouldn’t have a name.”

Everyone laughed at their banter before Aaron brought up how they should let their group know about Y/N and for them to meet their new member. Daryl and Y/N walked hand-in-hand with their daughter sleeping peacefully in his hold, ready to tell them the news and that there was no need for that three-man search party.

A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! If you’d like to added or removed from the tags don’t hesitate to send me an ask or message! Also feedback is much appreciated!!

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isozyme · 4 years

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Do you have any fic recs for The Untamed? :)

boy howdy, i sure mcfuckin do! here you go! this list is organized by my own internal heuristic, aka: not. we have a little bit of everything here; long, short, gen, smut, finished, wips, soft, angsty, cql canon, mdsz canon, crackfic, canon ships, you name it, it’s in this list and not labeled very well!

a lot of edges called perhaps - hansbekhart, LWJ/WWX if you read zero other things, please read hansbekhart. if you haven’t read hansbekhart, go read hansbekhart immediately. theirs was the first fic i read in the fandom, and i will continue to stuff their words into my eyeballs as long as they keep producing them!!! this one is tagged “risk aware consensual patience” and it is 20k of emotional edging that is simultaneously soft and funny and very good. also read their fashion designer!lwj/model!wwx au. do it. it’s a wip and it doesn’t matter read it anyway (it updates weekly).

out of the bin and into your heart - alaceron, LWJ/WWX modern au! fake dating! everyone hangs out at the chinese cultural center! except wwx is banned from all events because of that time he punched jzx during an orchestra concert!

the yunmeng accords - cafecliche, JWY & WWX it’s a series, just read all of it! the good brother reconciliation content that we NEED AND DESERVE

this river runs to you - sundiscus, LWJ/WWX a modern cultivation au; labeled “the dragon one” in our groupchat; feels like reading a studio ghibli movie

four days in lanling - halotolerant, JWY/NHS converted me wholeheartedly to this ship, dang, what a good fic!!! really deft characterization and unreliable narration

with absolute splendor - lise, LWJ/WWX, JWY & WWX jiang cheng is going to MAKE SURE that wwx has a PROPER WEDDING, how dare he think about having a small ceremony in gusu, no jc does not care about things like “complicated history” and “you hate my fiance” suck it up you’re getting married the right way so help me god!

until only the mountain remains - idleorbitals, LWJ/WWX (wip) a big what if about sizhui growing up in the burial mounds with the wens. it got me by the heart!!!

before you stumble - ribena, JWY & WWX jin ling thinks that maybe his uncle should like, be better at this brothers thing. probably everything can be solved by fighting a monster!

i hope that you will come and meet me - feyburner, LWJ/WWX it’s just really SOFT and GOOD and LOVING!!!! lives in my head as “the one where there’s a lotus pond and a really good hug”

hunters seeking solid ground - atilla, LWJ/WWX wwx has nightmares and can’t sleep, hurt/comfort ensues in spades. it’s excellent, the cuddling is out of this world

human places - ilgaksu, JGY/NMJ/LXC (wip) crimson peak au!!!!! crimson peak au!!!!!!!!! brilliant, inspired, i’m never going to recover from reading this. if you’re anti-wip, try their series where lxc is a lord of the fae and jgy is a half-mortal with Big Plans

gentle exile - rynleaf, LXC/SZC lxc and song lan have issues to work out! lots of them in fact! what if they did it...together...and wrote each other letters....wow....

an elegant solution - giraffeter, NMJ/LWJ/WWX (wip) arranged marriage! nmj getting the hots for how much lwj and wwx want to fuck! just go with it, okay? if you don’t do wips, try giraffeter’s finished detective!lwj/kidnapped!wwx modern au, which is also worth a read

grief negotiations - nomette, JGY/LXC post-canon seclusion time: lxc is sad and what is this mysterious music left behind by jgy hm hm sure would be a shame if he were to play it to see what it does... there’s a sequel in the works and it’s so so so good

year of night call - ailuridae, LWJ/WWX the one where they’re all trauma surgeons and there’s only one bed in the on-call room! the juniors have a group text!

attempting the impossible - ariaste, LWJ/WWX, JWY & WWX post canon: wwx and lwj have...seven kids. somehow! jiang cheng learns this, is furious, and goes on a campaign to be the best uncle OR ELSE

half cloak & half dagger - fahye, JGY/LXC canon-divergent au where things are significantly less tragic, and jgy’s main problem is how is he going to get lxc to stop being such a kind, considerate lover and COMPREHENSIVELY RAIL HIM???? technically a sequel, stands alone just fine

a compromising position - verity, JWY/LJY WE ALL KNOW IT, OKAY, WE ALL KNOW THE JIANG CHENG/JINGYI FIC, i’m sorry, i had to put it. i’ll go now.

the one with the emotional support biceps - mongrelmind, JWY/LJY PSYCHE, i’m not gone yet, if you’ve read the verity fic, why don’t you read the version where jiang cheng is a sexy firefighter and jingyi has lit his dorm’s kitchen on fire five times this month?

go forth, enjoy!

#i used everyone's courtesy names in the ship labels #for consistency #even though JWY looks very strange #the untamed #read hansbekhart though #Anonymous

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amyscascadingtabs · 3 years

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2020 in writing

tagged by the wonderful @feeisamarshmallow and @b99peraltiago! thank you, this took me seriously three hours but it was fun.

tagging whoever has three hours to spare!! but i’d love to see @amydancepants-peralta, @letsperaltiago, @johnny-and-dora, and @fezzle do this, although no pressure because this took me the entire evening.

1. List of works published this year

oh god this is going to take forever...

i’ll walk through hell with you, chapter 5, 6 & 7

all the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

a single kiss and i’m under your spell

paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans

dust off your highest hopes

i can’t see the future, but i know that it’s there

look now, the sky is gold

look at where we are, look at where we started

bracing for the winds i always summon

just know that i’m already home

there’s magic everywhere you go

we’ve found a love to cross the ages

all my days, i’ll know your face

hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

(three times ‘cause) i’ve waited my whole life

if devotion is a river, then i’m floating away

when all your heroes get tired (i’ll be something better yet)

evermore

i am not a stranger to the dark

in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you

rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

21 works!!

2. Work you are most proud of (and why)

I am really really proud of finishing i’ll walk through hell with you, that’s still one of the highlights in my writing “career”. bracing for the winds i always summon and (three times ‘cause) i’ve waited my whole life, because they were both longer works with a lot of introspection that focused a lot on jake and amy’s feelings about upcoming parenthood. especially the last one I still love dearly. i’m also really proud of the fics i wrote all from rosa’s perspective (paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans and when all your heroes get tired (i’ll be something better yet)).

3. Work you are least proud of (and why)

none! I guess a few of them are shorter and written way quicker than some others, but I always take that into consideration when “evaluating” how proud I am of them so no. personally, I’m proud of everything in different ways.

4. A favourite except of your writing

referring to the creator tag meme for this where I posted excerpts from the five works I’m most proud of!

5. Share or describe a favourite review you received

questions like these remind me that I need to start saving my favorite reviews somewhere! that’s a goal for 2021, haha. but every comment that have listed their favorite moments in the fic I reread like five times over and smile every time, and all the comments people left me on the last chapter of i’ll walk through hell with you were so wonderful. and the rosa fic. and the -

you know what, I just started reading through old comments and I can’t pick one, it feels too unfair to all the other incredible ones I ’ve gotten. so. all of them!!!! I love you guys!!

I will mention this one that someone sent me in the middle of summer, during a period when I wasn’t writing or publishing so it ended up meaning that much more for that reason as well. comment on look at where we are, look at where we started (in the brief period of time when we thought peraltiago baby would be named Leo)

“Idk why, but the way Jake was talking to Leo made me wonder if my parents ever talked to me like that right after I was born. I've been told the story of my birth every birthday since I was born, so I know it by heart, but despite the countless Peraltiago baby fics and other fandom baby fics I've read, this is the one that made me wonder what my parents were thinking when I was born. And then it made me wonder what I'm gonna think when I give birth to a kid, or if I adopt a kid.” like, I was just so floored that something I wrote made someone reflect so deeply on their own life. and I want to underline that I have so so many favourite reviews but yes, this one stuck with me!

6. A time when writing was really, really hard

this summer was the hardest it’s ever been. first the (rightful) hesitance and reflection that followed the BLM protests and then some trauma and deep depression added onto that for me was… yeah. it took a really long time to find real joy in it again.

7. A scene of characters you wrote that surprised you

Jake and Rosa’s friendship in i am not a stranger to the dark! I’ve written a bit of Rosa and Amy and feel quite comfortable with their friendship and dynamic but far less of Jake and Rosa!

“At least this is still way better than... that.” “Literally everything is better than prison.” “True that.” Rosa looks up at the tv, realizing she’s missed at least ten minutes of the movie already. “I’m glad we got out.” “Sometimes it still feels like a part of me didn't,” Jake says, quietly. “You ever feel that way?” “Sometimes,” she admits. “We did, though. That's what's important.”

Rosa can hear someone talking in the background on the other end, and Jake mumbling something back in reply. “I have to go,” he tells her, and it makes her a little sad, because he's good company. “I can't miss dinner. Wouldn't want to piss off the entirety of my fiancées family before I’ve even married her, right?”

8. How did you grow as a writer this year?

I wrote more Rosa! that’s probably the single thing which helped me grow most, because she’s arguably a much harder character to write than Jake and Amy, since most of the time you really have no clue what she’s thinking. I have to think a lot harder about how Rosa thinks and feels and reacts to things and I feel like that makes me a better writer overall.

9. How do you hope to grow next year?

I don’t have any big expectations tbh. I know next year is going to take so much of my energy “”professionally”” or well, study-wise, so I think it’s the wrong year to set ambitious creative writing goals for me. then there’s also the inevitable fact that I’ve written a whopping ninety-nine stories for this show now and I’m always asking myself for how long it will last. there was a point in april-may where I thought it was going to be the end and during the entire summer as well. so… we’ll see. I don’t have any WIP I’m aching to finish right now.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta of cheerleader or muse etc. etc.)?

@fezzle, @johnny-and-dora, @vernonfielding, @amydancepants-peralta, @feeisamarshmallow, @amazingsantiago and @letsperaltiago all deserve their own shoutouts here for various reasons!! (if you want to know more about why just message me!)

11. Anything from real life show up in your writing this year?

always, in different ways in how I relate to the characters and different feelings and moments and experiences that would take way too long to explain. but if I could choose one fic it would be paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans. I worked through a lot of feelings about a breakup I went through in this one and they were ones I hadn’t really had the chance to let myself feel before writing this. It isn’t similar to how my breakup went, at least I didn’t mean for it to be and haven’t put any intentional similarities in there (although I guess there are a few if you look for them) but some of the things Rosa thinks, says and feels after being broken up with were quite personal. i am not a stranger to the dark and the way it focuses on healing after trauma was also partly personal although way much less obviously so because the experiences are quite different lol.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?

make writer friends! talk to other writers! you’ll both learn so much and it makes writing and developing fics so much more fun!

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year

I currently have zero WIP and zero real plans so genuinely who knows. all depends on what my life will look like and what s8 will bring us!

14. If you could recommend only one work from yourself published this year

all the favourite five, but maybe when all your heroes get tired (i’ll be something better yet). I think it’s a great complement to the Rosa and Amy action we saw in season 7 and it has a lot of peraltiago from someone else’s viewpoint as well.

15. Year word count

are you kidding meeeee okay here we go.

okay, so adding everything I’ve published this year together… 111 283 words.

😳 😳 😳

DEAR GOD.

additional trivia: the shortest fic was 651 words (evermore), the longest if you exclude the three chapters of i’ll walk through hell with you (they are 24.6k together though) (three times ‘cause) i’ve waited my whole life, and the average word count for a fic of mine this year was 5 299 or 4 838 words, depending on whether you count the chapters of i’ll walk through hell with you as one or three works. that makes sense because i feel like i’ve written a loot of fics around that length this year!

#johanna talks writing #THANK YOU fee and adele for tagging me in this i've been so excited to do it

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sapphicathenas · 3 years

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first line game

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns, choose your favorite opening line, and then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

thank you for the tag @sistersblack! i will also be including some wips bc i start more than i finish sooo yeah.

love and other burnings · wip · liz/samar, liz/reddington | the blacklist · She knows, later, when the tears have stopped and she can think with a semblance of clarity, that Liz was dead before she got there.

march into the sun (ch8) · wip · root/shaw | poi · Though there is nothing about their lives that could be considered normal, the Machine and Shaw have settled, after quite some time, into somewhat of a routine.

there is a light that never goes out · severus/remus, severus/evan | hp · The crowd gathered tonight is subdued, waiting, fear etched into many of their faces.

where the armor ends · wip · tammy/hannah | ncis nola · Getting drunk feels like the first good decision Tammy has made all day.

ain't gotta hide this heart of mine · harry/cedric | hp · Of all the things Harry could possibly be focusing on, this Potions essay, sitting half-written under his quill that has been hovering mid-thought for the past several minutes, is certainly not one of them.

a perfect and necessary darkness · kim & trudy | chicago pd · She isn't sure what made her go to the district, except maybe that the walls of her apartment felt like they were closing in on her.

in the middle of a heartbreak song · olivia/alex & noah | svu · It's nearly bedtime when Noah's little voice startles Olivia from a stupor.

the sound of silence · kat/adena | the bold type · When she asks herself, weeks later, why she packed up and left New York, Adena tells herself that she was always better at running away.

and i don't know if i'm ever coming home · olivia/alex | svu · We find the defendant guilty.

if our grave was watered by the rain · olivia/alex | svu · "Let's get out of here," Alex says, and the night's tension seems to dissipate.

earth angel · wip · root/shaw, alex/lucy | poi & supergirl · "Alex! Alex, wait up!"

the space between · jj/emily | criminal minds · Emily hates Paris.

and a place in my heart will always be hers · jj/emily | criminal minds · Garcia had once asked Emily how much she loved JJ.

baby, let's go home · jj/emily | criminal minds · She's watching them from her office, through the cracks in the blinds.

let the brokenness be felt until you reach the other side · root/shaw & the machine | poi · At six years old, you told your father you didn't care for the dark.

long live the reckless and the brave · root/shaw | poi · In the end, Root calls Shaw.

i'll bury you by the river, carve your name into the sand · root/shaw, shaw & fusco | poi · Shaw returns to them the same way she left, in a hail of bullets and blood.

march into the sun (ch1) · wip · root/shaw | poi · The armed men had left their vehicles exactly four minutes and twenty-eight seconds ago, leaving the street quiet.

the chaos of stars · unpublished · root/shaw | poi · They ask her what she remembers and she says nothing.

quiet nights poured over ice and tanqueray · kara/cat | supergirl · It takes a little too long for Alex and Maggie's giggles to fade after they leave the bar, and it leaves Kara biting at her lip, fiddling with her straw, tears pricking at her eyes.

okay so i def cheated a little and used mits twice, but hey just count it as a sneak peak. in terms of patterns, uh, a bitch loves commas?? for a lot of my one-shots, i tend to just go for inserting right into the action or just general exposition. not too big on dialogue, but i've done it in some of my older fics. for my favorite, i think it's the first one, because it's an emotional smack in the face which really encapsulates the whole fic lol.

idk who hasn't done this but tagging @maria-de-salinas, @isntthisjustwonderful, @maggiesbell, @wenjoyspark and anyone who wants to!

#my fic #tag games #wow i write nothing ever #all of my docs are bullet points and no fic #shhhh

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heroofpenamstan · 4 years

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WIP DAY: #1 & #2

Thanks for tagging me, @shallow-gravy and @nightwingshero! x ( Also, this includes a sneak peak prototype of that hypothetical wedding gifset we mentioned, coming in at #1. 👀👀 )

Tagging: @ariestals, @jacobseeds-mainhoe, @hawkfurze, @shellibisshe, @mackie-hattwie, @f0xyboxes @whoever won’t get offended if I tag them and want to do it!

1. First frame of one of the many gifs I am hoping to finish ASAP. ( This is going to grey me, but Wren and John are a personal fav, and @nightwingshero is a talented champ who deserves it. It will look better in the end I p r o m i s e. )

2. she’s mine; she’s mine.—unedited (we die like men) snippet. ( Jacob and Jo (what a surprise); not worth publishing since it's quite generic—hunt the Dep kinda fic, but wanted to self-indulge the other day. Pardon my terrible writing, oof. )

[...]

Jacob's eyes rake through the assortment of photographs littering the wooden table, colors and shapes coiling the muted surface. He tries to tune out John's appraising coos and Faith's honey-laced compliments on a job well done, and Nancy's fucking beaming in the seat opposite of him.

As his eyes zero in on a snapshot laying closest to his scarred forearm, Jacob has to begrudgingly agree.

It took ten minutes to seize most of the Sheriff's department from the moment Joseph's wrists were clasped in steel, another twenty to pull the Marshall out from the river bank, ( barking, until he wasn't, ) and another forty for Deputy Nancy to arrive at the designated location, thick file in hand and her uniform gone and replaced.

His little brother had thrown the images and documents askew on the table and, the three Heralds, like some medieval warlords, had their pick of spoils of war. Their ‘sister’ already had her Faithful drag the unconscious Marshall down to the bliss-stocked pits of her bunker, as per Joseph's command.

John, having had enough embarrassing, dirty spats with Hudson in the past, some more public than others, had gleefully shoved her into one of his reaping trucks heading to the Valley.

And Jacob—

Jacob wonders how long the cocky little fucker will last with his Judges up North.

Calloused fingers come to pinch a photograph next to his arm, bringing it up to his face upon closer inspection.

( Ah, yes. They still have these two to worry about. )

The snapshot had captured a chaotic 4th of July barbecue party—a staff get-together, according to Nancy. At the epicenter of the aggressive display of American flags and mustard stains and pre-mature fireworks, is the elderly Sheriff Whitehorse, button-up shirt wet from the water gun clutched in Pratt’s hand. Underneath his bicep stands the only Deputy that has managed to escape their grasp, two hot dogs cradled in dainty hands.

His fingertip finds her face easily among the countless braids hanging around it, travels from her temple to trace at her defined jaw. He tilts his head ever so slightly to take in her furrowed brows and squinting, dark eyes.

This one was still a bit of a mystery to them all.

She was an outsider, just like them; a recruit from one state over, from what John managed to pry out during one of their brief encounters regarding one of their men carrying a blowtorch into a bar.

“That’s Jo,” Nancy chimes in, as if he asked for her fucking input. “Joanne Burton, the new probation officer from Idaho. She’s a good kid, but—” the older woman leans in, reminding Jacob of a caricature of a gossiping housewife leaning over a fence. "—A former junkie!”

Nancy throws her arms out, and Jacob finds Faith’s hands tangled in her dingy tresses ironic.

“Can’t trust 'em lot; it’s only at Earl’s benevolence that she got hired in the first place. Don’t suppose she’ll be climbin’ any ladders anytime soon.”

Faith’s fingers, carding through the older woman’s hair, had ceased since her jabs first came in, but her smile remained.

“Is that so?” Jacob can feel John’s grin from behind him as he plucks one of her photos from the pile. He has several of those clutched in a tattoo hand, ready to print them out on wanted flyers like it’s the Wild West, no doubt—Jacob’s seen him do it before. “We’ll give her to you then, dear sister. That way, the Deputy will be dealt with swiftly by your hand.”

His brother’s tone sounds dismissive and final, but Jacob has her file opened in front of him by now and—

His eyebrows shoot up.

A slight smile curves at his lip.

No wonder Whitehorse hired her, Jacob muses as his eyes flit through the various reports and praises and awards—she is good.

If it wasn’t for her history of drug abuse, Jacob was damn sure she wouldn’t be here slavering away at Hope County breaking up scuffles and swatting Oregano from young punks.

He turns his head back to the photograph resting in his lap in silent contemplation.

Jacob recalls that very same face scowling underneath the Montana summer sun, a palm cupped at her brow to steel and steady her glare—directed at him upon seeing him rough-handle some of his men when the cops were called up on the outskirts of his territory.

Just a bit of good ol’ hunting, Dep, he remembers saying to her, recalls seeing the tension in her shoulders that did not leave her form until she had cruised out of his hair.

( The Mountains go radio-silence, afterwards. The first, true sign of their family’s takeover, besides the spike of Bliss use in the Henbane and the Trojan Horse rolling in the form of John and his real estate packed with their strapped troops. )

“—I’ll arrange for my Angels to—”

“—It’s okay, Faith,” Jacob cuts in suddenly, and every eye turns to the eldest Seed in silent question. He doesn’t know what compels him to say it. Perhaps it’s the potential the girl carries, or her resolve and disdain he’d like nothing more but to crush. Maybe it’s his curiosity to see that remarkable face of hers contorting in sheer rage as she cuts through the competition, blood-spattered and blazing—

The reason doesn’t matter in the end, for Jacob has made his mind up already, and with a slight, sardonic smile, elaborates:

“I’ll take her.”

#wip day #tag meme #far cry 5 #my stuff #jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed x joanne burton #deputy joanne burton #oc: get to know jo #otp: dark rabbit & red wolf

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riversofmars · 4 years

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I’m suuuper sorry to bother you but I really love your 13/river fics and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind writing me a super fluffy thing. I have a really shitty week and i just came out to my apparently super homophobic family and could do with a little fluff 💖

Dearest Anon, I’m so sorry you’re having a tough time, please, if you’d like to talk just drop me a message! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the fluffy short. I just went with the first thing that came to my mind so I hope you like it! I will be writing something else for you because you have also inadvertently given me an idea for my next bigger project! I will just have to write one last chapter for my WIP... else I’ll have a lot of unhappy readers. Mustn’t get distracted by the new shiny thing lol!!

Anyway, hope you like this!

Rating G

Ship: River/Thirteen

Wordcount: 1400

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River took a sip of her tea and rubbed her tired eyes. It was getting late and she was developing one hell of a headache. Teaching had sounded like such a nice idea at the time. No-one had told her about how tedious and infuriating essay marking was. It took all of her self control not to rip up the essay she had just finished grading. She growled to herself and leant back in her office chair. She had probably reached her limit for today, it was about time she replaced her tea with wine and called it a night. Since taking up teaching at Luna she had been living on campus. It hardly made sense to rent a house when she spent most of her time on campus or away on an expedition somewhere. The real estate market on the moon was hell anyway. It didn’t take her long to get to her apartment. It was a decent size and private so as far as university accommodation goes it was, a real treat.

She noticed that something was wrong the moment she turned onto the corridor to her apartment. Usually, it was dead quiet around here this time of night but there was the distinct sound of banging and crashing up ahead. The next clue was the odd smell of something burning. The final giveaway was the fact that her door was slightly ajar as she went up to it. River - being River - was obviously prepared for all sorts of situations and happened to carry a gun in her briefcase. Just in case. So she armed herself and slowly pushed the door open. What she found was chaos, there was smoke everywhere. The noise was definitely coming from the kitchen, as was the smoke. She couldn't help but wonder if she had left the stove on but then she remembered she had never even used it. She lived on wine and take away or simply went out for dinner a lot. She snuck around the corner and lowered her gun, judging the situation to be less dangerous than anticipated.

What she found was a petite blonde huffing and puffing furiously whisking something on the stove that did not look appetising at all. She was trying to deal with several pans at the same time that all threatened to boil over or catch fire. There were several smoking pots in the sink and all sorts of stuff covering the kitchen sides and floor.

“Care to explain what you’re doing to my kitchen?“ River couldn’t help but sound amused. She knew she should be taking the situation more seriously, a stranger had broken into her flat, but the scene before her was just too ridiculous to describe. The woman spun around in shock, she hadn’t noticed her coming in.

“You’re early!“ She exclaimed.

“Early?“ River raised her eyebrows, that was not the response she had expected.

“You should have been at least another half hour with all those essays.“

“I finished early, I couldn’t take any more of the stupid.“ River replied not even sure why she was answering her. “Mind out for your…“ She started saying when she noticed the other woman had gotten her coat stuck under a pan and it was catching fire.

“Oh no, not my new coat!!“ The woman exclaimed and shrugged it off and threw it on the floor to stamp out the flames. In that moment, the smoke all around the room overwhelmed the fire alarm system and it started drowning the kitchen in water, soaking both women along with putting the cooking crisis to a stop.

“You have got to be kidding me.“ River groaned in annoyance, as if her day hadn't been bad enough. “What are you even doing?“ She asked when the fire suppression system stopped spraying them at last.

“Cooking, I was gonna surprise you with dinner but you know, I never cook so…“ The blonde gave an awkward smile while River just shook her impressive head of hair like a wet dog. River frowned, she felt like she was missing something and it was staring her right in the face. Who was this woman? Why was she looking at her like they had known each other forever, why had she just walked into her flat and was going to make dinner.

“You don’t say…“ River eyed the mess.

“Admittedly, maybe I’m not the domestic goddess I’d imagined I might be. Still getting to know myself. Worth a shot.“ River just stared at her, the answer was right there but just out of reach. She was still getting to know herself. It couldn’t be… could it? But why not? Probably just wishful thinking… or was it? The odd fashion sense, the chaotic energy. “Surprise sweetie, I’m home.“ The blonde grinned amused at seeing River’s confusion.

“No.“ River exclaimed.

“Yes.“ The Doctor grinned at her wife.

“Shut up.“

“Okay, rude.“

“I mean… wow.“ River looked her over not quite believing it.

“You like it?“ The Doctor asked giving a twirl.

“I mean, I’ve only seen the face.“ River smirked. With that, the Doctor was fed up of talking, she crossed the kitchen in seconds and jumped into her wive’s arms. River spun her around and held her close. The Doctor buried her face in her neck, her wet hair tickling her nose, River held her up with ease.

“I’ve missed you so much.“ The Doctor mumbled into her hair.

“And I you, my love.“ River replied softy and walked them over to the kitchen side. Her wife was light but she wasn’t going to hold her up forever so she sat her down on the kitchen surface where there was space. River stepped in between her legs and took her face in her hands. She studied her features and looked into her eyes, they were older than she had ever seen them.

“Is it a bit weird for you?“ The Doctor asked feeling a bit nervous when River just looked at her and didn’t say anything.

“No…“ River smiled a little. “That’s certainly not the word I’d use…“ She leaned forward and pressed her lips to hers in a soft kiss. The Doctor smiled against her lips feeling a sense of relief, she hadn’t even realised she had been worried right until this moment. She realised it was silly now. She leaned into her and River pulled her a little closer as they kissed. “I do have one concern…“

“What’s that?“ The Doctor asked feeling a wave of concern.

“I’m worried you will catch a cold if you stay in these wet clothes.“ River smirked pulling her braces down and the Doctor mouthed a silent “Oh“ raising her eyebrows. “You could catch your death.“ River winked and pushed her hands under her t-shirt.

“Well, that would be unfortunate. I’ve only just regenerated.“ The Doctor chuckled blushing a little as River pulled her shirt off.

“And what a fine regeneration it is, too.“ River complimented brushing her fingertips down her sternum to her flat stomach to the waistband of her trousers. The Doctor bit her bottom lip, instinctively moving her hips forward, being a woman was different in many ways she hadn’t even thought about initially. So this was yet another exciting lesson as she decided to just trusted her body and her instincts. “Are you travelling by yourself Doctor? You know I don’t like it when you’re alone…“ River mused as she kissed the side of her neck.

“No I’ve got my Fam…“ The Doctor answered arching her neck a little.

“Your Fam?“ River repeated in amusement.

“Ryan, Yaz and Graham, you’d like them.“

“What did you tell them you’d be doing?“ River smirked as she unbuttoned her wife’s trousers.

“I may have sent them twelve hours into the future…“ The Doctor confessed with a little laugh.

“Doctor!“ River exclaimed in pretend shock giving her thigh a little slap.

“What? I wanted some alone time with my wife.“ The Doctor retorted with a cheeky smile.

“So we’ve got twelve hours?“ River confirmed in a sultry tone.

“Got all night.“ The Doctor nodded as she felt her heart beats quicken.

“Good.“ River grinned and lifted her off the side with great enthusiasm carrying her out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. “You do realise you’ll be cleaning all that up.“ She commented as they left the kitchen behind.

“I figured as much.“ The Doctor laughed.

#river x thirteen #river x 13 #river x the doctor #prompt #fluff #fanfiction #river song #Thirteenth doctor #Alex kingston #jodie whittaker #doctor who

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cristobalrios · 4 years

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//Repost don't Reblog!

Tagged by: @enigma-the-mysterious

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Okay okay, some of these are going to be the same as the one I did before at the beginning of the month because I still haven’t finished them but I do have some new ones, so

Canon-Compliant

Ibn Majid (one-shot)

Cris and Gabe* (multi-chaptered)

Elnor and Rios* (one-shot? Maybe a few chapters)

The Trouble with Emergency Holograms (6 chapters)

Cris’s Scars (one-shot collection)

Syrios

The Ride Home (multi-chaptered) - Can’t Catch a Break (comedic multi-chaptered snapshot companion to The Ride Home)

The Six Weddings that Didn’t Count and the Two that Did* (8 chapters + epilogue) - Wedding Speech* - There’s a speech I have written that’s posted on Tumblr but won’t be posted on AO3 until this fic is written, it will be like the epilogue or something

Syrios in Space (one-shot collection) - Tension*

Cris’s Nightmares (one-shot collection) - Tal Shiar and Starfleet Nightmare*

Syrios Whumptober (look, I’m still going to do these prompts just like not in October lsdkjf - mentioning a few that I actually have things written for and not just like the concept of) - No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?* - Final chapter of the fic with Narissa - Will not be the name of the chapter, but I don’t have a name yet. That’s the prompt title - River in Reverse Aftermath* - No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY

Undecided - (Might be canon-compliant, might be in the universe with Syrios)

Día de los Muertos (autocorrected to Día de Lose Muertos which is hilarious, my computer is not set for Spanish sldkjf)

The Kobayashi Maru

There are so many other plot bunnies and there are some like Tumblr posts I’ve made that I plan to make fics out of at some point (like I’m doing with the Tribbles one) but I don’t have anything actually written for those that will be in the fic, just the concept, so they haven’t moved into the WIP category yet

* = Title might/will probably change

Tagging: I’m terrible at tagging, steal it, consider yourself tagged

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dylanobrienisbatman · 4 years

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tagged by @the-most-beautiful-broom and @thelittlefanpire like....... way longer ago than i’d like to admit... but yeah okay lets go

Fandoms You Write for: the 100, skam italia (incantava specific), and Game of thrones a tiny bit as well

Where you post: ao3

Most popular one shot: I just need some company - a pwp bellarke smut fic. modern AU, clarke goes on a bad date and bellamy saves her and then they have sex. i dont really enjoy the dynamic of these characters anymore and this fic feels a bit... weird now, but characters aside the smut is very good and im proud of that.

Most popular Multi-Chapter: i wish i’d known what we’d grow into - a bellarke childhood friends to lovers fic that i will never finish and really dont even enjoy tbh... the only multichapter i have any plans to finish is my becho soulmate fic with stardust embedded in our skin

Favorite story you wrote: honestly i think my fave as of late is and ill die by your side if you want me too, my memori Timeless AU/Timeloop/Soulmate AU fic that i wrote for @chopped100challenge‘s holiday gift exchange. Also still love my Becho TATBILB fic, i’d stay for a long time ‘cause, i like me better when.

Story you were nervous to post: i was pretty nervous about my first ever smut fic, and she said use your hands in my spare time, just because i’d never written smut before and i wasn’t sure if people were gonna enjoy it, and also about my first two fics into other fandoms ( of coffee. of leather. of kisses. for skam italia and the lonliest lord in westeros for GoT) just because i’d never gone outside the 100 before.

How do you choose your titles: Mostly song lyrics, i actually hate choosing a title. lately i’ve been trying to find other sources but im not having much luck.

Do you outline: it depends there are some fics that i think of an outline and ill write it down so i can refer back when i get around to writing it (if i get around to it), and then there are some that just pour of out me like word vomit in which i absolutely do not outline.

Complete number of stories: 67.... which is BONKERS.

In progress: I had a ton of WIP that got lost with my old computer when my dog spilled an entire glass of water on it. I have an unfinished becho soulmate fic, a becho mythology AU thats brewing, and i’ve compiled some prompts while going through our Chopped tropes to get them ready for Chopped: Choose Your Own Adventure, none of which have really hit the mark yet but are absolutel gonna be picked at in the future for fun.

Do you accept prompts: i tried it for a while but its not for me, if im not inspired 100%, then the fic will never come.

Upcoming Story you are most excited about: some chopped stuff is gonna start brewing on Feb 1, and im gonna pick around with this mythology fic and see where it goes. Also kind of planning to start a James x Lily (HP) fic where they have daemons. i had started writing it on my old computer but i hadn’t gotten very far, and i have the daemons i’ve chosen saved somewhere else... we shall see.

Linds wrote a little cute thing, and i have to second. i cant believe that i can write weird little stories about characters i love, and get so many people reading and interacting with me about my writing. i love creative writing, but in middle school some unkind comments from a teacher pushed me away from it. Fic writing has been a true gift, its given me a place to really enjoy writing just for me, and has helped boost my confidence in my writing in so many ways. It’s also given me a chance to build a little bubble of my own in this fandom, with @thelittlefanpire, through Chopped, which has built a lovely community of writers that I adore. I appreciate each and every person who ever reads my fics, and I love you all.

Tagging: @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @kindclaws @kuklash @probably-voldemort, @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @kinetic-elaboration @hopskipaway @hostagetakerandhistraitor @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @captaindaddykru @shen-gong-oops @teeandsnowflakes, @pawprinterfanfic, @eyessharpweaponshot, @hiddenpolkadots, @sassmasterblake, @bellarkeshoe

#fic tag #my writing #fic asks

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