20 questions for fic writers!
am EXTREMELY late to the game but kisses to @usereddie @buckactuallys and @gayhoediaz for tagging me mwah!!!!
how many works do you have on ao3?
on hammersmiths, 24!! across my other 3 gazillion ao3 accounts i have done a quick tally and it’s 58 LMAOO tho i am sure i am missing some
what’s your total ao3 wordcount?
we’re just gonna stick to hammersmiths lest this get ridiculous for me sdgfhds but 237,307!!
what fandoms do you write for?
currently 911, but i have also written for percy jackson, ted lasso, stranger things, outer banks, glee, teen wolf, skam and the wilds. also again probably some more i am forgetting HAHA
top 5 fics by kudos:
everything’s coming up milhouse
in your darling i trust (lafd updates 1&2 slay!!)
you’re my whole house
your dreary mondays
if you say it with your hands (idk why this one surprises me?? i always forget about her HAHA)
do you respond to comments?
eeeek i do not dsgfhsdhfhfd but rest assured i feel extremely bad about it. i always intend to but sometimes i just get overwhelmed and don’t know how to express my gratitude in ways that arent “thank u so much!!!!!!” in my head i am greeting everyone who comments with a big sloppy wet kiss tho and i read every single one upwards of 8 million times
what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
hmmmm i am admittedly a happy ending truther. i don’t think ive written any angsty ending fics
what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
all of them!!!
do you get hate on fics?
i am very fortunate in that i don’t!! or if i do it is very very infrequently. Mostly it is just people kindly pointing out that they can tell im british (listen pls…..i will sacrifice so much including pavement and rubbish bin but u will have to prise my british spelling out of my cold dead hands.)
do you write smut?
LMFAOO definitely not where would i even begin. i have written 1 sex scene ever and it took me about 2 weeks
craziest crossover?
ive never written a crossover i don’t think. although back in the day i did write a pjo x house of anubis crossover now that was wild
have you ever had a fic stolen?
back in ye olde ff.net days i had a few fics that were generously copied but not in recent history!
have you ever had a fic translated?
i don’t believe so!
have you ever co-written a fic before?
yes yes i LOVE it
all time favorite ship?
omg how to choose. i mean buddie 5eva. like literally 5eva. having said that percabeth will always always always have such a special place in my heart as will evak
what’s a wip you want to finish but doubt that you will?
OOOO ok listen never say never and i do desperately want to finish it but the buddie actors au. eventually it will b finished. eventually.
what are your writing strength?
i think dialogue!! and my characterisation i think im ok at!
what’s your writing weakness?
PLOT HAHAHA. girl plot WHO
thoughts on dialogue in a different language?
i mean i love it.
first fandom you wrote for?
percy jackson baby!
favorite fic you have written?
OOOO hmmm. i love lafd updates. i also love the taylor book fic i wrote recently i think it kinda slayed. also extremely deep cut but i wrote an outer banks fic last year that i ended up modelling my dissertation on. im beyond beyond beyond proud of that one.
apologies if some of these are double tags/if u have already done it and i have missed it i have been a busy busy gal and not online much in the last week but tagging @bibuddie @bibibuck @littlespoonevan @clusterbuck @sibylsleaves
@chronicowboy @buckttommy @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels MWAH !!!
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Other: Names Stiles, I’m 20+ so I prefer an rp partner no lower than 18+! I mostly do SFW rp’s but i am open to NSFW depending on the fandom. Apologizes for the long post ahead (also my spelling is not it today so apologizes for not typing all ship names out)
Literacy: Semi lit-lit+! I aim for a paragraph or two (minimum for me personally) I ask for a paragraph preferably!!
Fandom (bold for preferred):
Percy Jackson
Heathers
Teen Wolf
If We Were Villains
Teen Titans
All For The Gams
Be More Chill
Soul Eater
Pair: CCxCC preferably! I do M/F, M/M, or F/F. I sometimes do OcxOc
Characters:
PJO: Annabeth Chase, Bianca Di Angelo, Piper McLean, Jason Grace,
Heathers: Veronica Swayer, Heather McNamara,
If We Were Villains: Oliver
Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski, Kira, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent
Teen Titans: Raven, Starfire, Beast Boy
All For The Game: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Kevin Day,
Be More Chill: Michael Mell, Rich Goranski, Brooke Lohst, Jenna Rolan
Soul Eater: Maka Albarn, Liz & Patty Thompson,
Ship(s):
PJO: Percabeth, Annabeth x Piper, Percy x Annabeth x Jason x Piper, Soangelo
Heathers: JD x Veronica, Veronica x Heather C, Heather M x Heather D, JD x Heather C, JD x Veronica x Heather C
If We Were Villains: Oliver x James
Teen Wolf: Stydia, Allison x Lydia, Scott x Stiles
Teen Titans: Robin x Starfire, Raven x Beast Boy
AFTG: Andriel, Kevin x Arron, kandriel
BMC: Jeremy x Michael, Rich x Jake, Rich x Michael, Jeremy x Michael x Jake x Rich, Chloe x Brooke, Jenna x Christine, Jenna x Brooke x Chloe x Christine
Triggers: Animal abuse, r-pe, if more pop up i’ll let you know!
Genres: Anything from canon to AU’s, comedy, romance, horror
Plot ideas: I have many ranging a lot more in the AU realm with hurt/comfort, second chances, comedies, post canon stuff, horror, depends on the fandom!
Where: I RP preferably on discord (or google docs), but not on discord. Though I’ve had some bad experiences so I do not just hand out my discord anymore. Please like this post & i’ll message you here to talk more about details!! Have an amazing day or night!!
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BITE: Chapter 12
percy jackson / teen wolf crossover
the finale of teen wolf has absolutely destroyed me
12/? - Scott
Scott bowed forward, head in his hands. He was sitting in the front passenger seat of the Jeep, waiting in the Beacon Hills High School parking lot for Allison and Isaac, and he really wished they’d hurry up.
“Okay, so, can we just go over this one more time?” Stiles asked from the driver’s seat, running a hand through his hair. “Your friend died and her body got turned into a pine tree… and then you collected this magical fleece and put it on the tree and brought her back to life?”
“As a person, yeah,” Percy clarified from the back seat.
Stiles gave him a look. “Oh, good to know we’re not dealing with talking trees now, fantastic. We can cross Ents off the list of weird shit to deal with, that just leaves seven million other possibilities -”
“It wasn’t just her body,” Annabeth interrupted. “It was her. Zeus trapped her soul in the tree so she wouldn’t go to the afterlife.”
For a second, Scott swore the sky got darker as a cloud rolled overhead. Percy glanced out the window and rolled his eyes, mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like piss off.
“Okay, and why would Lydia draw that tree -”
“Thalia’s tree.”
“Yeah, Thalia’s tree, why would Lydia draw it? It’s in New York, right?”
“I was drawing the Nemeton because that’s where your parents were, right?” Lydia said. She was crammed into the backseat with Percy and Annabeth, sitting as close to the door as she could get. “Maybe there’s something at Thalia’s Tree we need to find, too.”
Annabeth and Percy shared a look. “Uh, I really hope not,” Percy said.
“Why not? We’ve found plenty of unfindable things before.”
“How many of those unfindable things were being guarded by a dragon?” Percy asked.
Stiles stopped drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and turned around in his seat. “A dragon?”
“Yeah, if we do go it’ll probably have to be just Annabeth and I -”
“I don’t think there’s anything hiding there that we need to find,” Annabeth cut across her boyfriend. She was looking out the front window, at the entrance to the school, but Scott got the feeling her mind was actually a million miles away.
“Why else would it - Oh, you know what? Lydia, text Allison and tell her to meet us there. I’m not waiting anymore.” Stiles put the Jeep in reverse and backed out of the parking space, roared out of the lot and headed to the clinic.
The sign said Closed, but Scott unlocked the door and led them in anyway. “Deaton?” he called.
There was no response.
“You didn’t call and let him know we were coming?” Lydia asked, closing the door behind herself.
“I thought he’d be here,” Scott said. He led the way past the counter and into the actual clinic itself. The room was empty, operating tables clear, but the lights were on.
“He’s gotta be here somewhere...”
There was a clatter and everyone turned to see Percy holding a beaker. “Sorry,” he said, gingerly placing it back on the table.
“Scott, why do your friends always feel the need to break my belongings?”
Scott smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Deaton.”
The veterinarian smiled warmly at Percy and Annabeth from the doorway. “And what brings you here today?”
“Uh, well, Deaton, this is Annabeth and Percy -” Scott stopped mid-introduction, stomach dropping at the look of recognition on Deaton’s face.
The demigods noticed it too. Their posture immediately shifted as they went on the defensive. Percy’s hand went straight to his pocket, and Annabeth’s eyes swept over the room, from one exit to the next. They were both ready to fight their way out of there, as quickly as possible.
Deaton sighed and rubbed his temple before fixing his smile back on. “Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson, I presume?”
“Who’s asking?” Percy’s voice was a low growl, more defensive than it had been when he’d been talking to any of the monsters they’d faced so far.
Scott glanced over at Stiles and Lydia. Stiles shrugged, mouthing, What? while Lydia shook her head, lips pressed tightly together. Scott was mildly comforted by the fact that they were just as confused as he was.
“I’m Alan Deaton,” he introduced himself. “I’m a Druid Emissary.”
Percy blinked. “A what?”
“Think of me as a philosopher.”
“I thought you were a veterinarian.”
Deaton smiled. “That too.”
Annabeth made a guttural noise from the back of her throat, like a warning, and shook her head. “Druid, that’s Celtic, right?”
“Celtic?” Percy glanced at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me, not another -”
Annabeth cut him off, snapping at Deaton, “Answer the question.”
Scott stepped over to Deaton. “He’s on our side, guys, you can trust him.”
“It’s all right, Scott, thank you. They’re right to be wary.”
“Not really helping your case there, Doc,” Stiles said.
Deaton ignored him and refocused on Percy and Annabeth. “I'd heard that the connection between the two of you was strong, but this is..." He paused and shook his head, as if composing himself. "You’re very popular with the Dryads, you know.”
“Wha -” Percy pulled his pen from his pocket and brandished it like the weapon it truly was. “What are you talking about?”
“I did expect to see Grover with you, though.”
Annabeth and Percy’s eyes widened. Scott watched as their gazes met, a silent conversation, and then Annabeth shifted, almost imperceptibly putting herself just in front of Percy. “Who are you, and how do you know our names?”
“I told you, I’m a Druid,” Deaton repeated. “I work as an Emissary between nature and… other things.”
“Like werewolves,” Scott supplied helpfully. “Trust me guys, he’s good, he’s been helping us this whole time -”
“That doesn’t explain how you know our names,” Percy said.
“The Dryads haven’t stopped talking about you since the war,” Deaton said. This sounded like nonsense to Scott, but seemed to make perfect sense to the demigods.
“Which one?” Percy muttered.
Scott felt, not for the first time, that there was so much more he had to learn about these two.
“Did they tell you we were coming?” Annabeth asked.
Deaton shook his head. “There were rumours of unrest, but I didn’t expect… I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Am I the only one who feels like this conversation has revealed exactly nothing?” Stiles asked loudly, throwing his arms out to the side.
Scott said, “Yeah, would you mind filling us in?”
Percy’s posture relaxed slightly, but he didn’t put away his pen. “Dryads are nature spirits,” he explained. “Obviously he can communicate with them. I wouldn’t exactly call that philosophy, but…”
“Why were they talking about you, though?” Scott asked.
“Your new friends are famous, Scott,” Deaton said. “They’ve saved the world, and the nature spirits are extremely grateful for it.”
Both Percy and Annabeth looked extremely uncomfortable with this revelation. Percy rubbed the back of his neck and Annabeth glared off into the distance.
“What?” Stiles burst out. “Saved the world, like, saved the world, the whole world? Or like, just America? Or just New York? Or just the demigod world, like -”
“The world, world,” Annabeth snapped. “Twice.”
Stiles gaped.
She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder and turned away. “You’re welcome.”
“But - wait, who’s -?”
Stiles was interrupted by someone banging on the door of the clinic, shouting. Scott recognised the voice instantly. “Allison!”
He ran for the doorway, everyone else following behind. Allison was banging on the glass with one hand, holding her bow with the other. When she saw Scott approaching she smiled, for the briefest of moments, before turning around and loading the bow.
“It just appeared out of nowhere!” she yelled as everyone ran out in the parking lot.
Scott looked from her weapon to her target - a giant black dog, standing next to the Jeep, just like the ones that had attacked them in the reserve and in the labyrinth. Scott drew his claws, coming to stand beside Isaac, who had already shifted.
Allison was about to fire her arrow, when Annabeth threw her dagger - not at the beast, but at Allison’s bow. It hit with perfect accuracy, knocking the weapon out of Allison’s grip.
Before Scott could even process that, Percy ran past him and Isaac, knocking them off balance on the way, and straight towards the hell hound.
“Hey!” he yelled, and he sounded almost - excited?
The dog barked, a deafening sound, and thumped its tail, making the ground shake. It charged at Percy, and Scott thought for sure he was about to be eaten -
But just as the beast reached him it stopped, bumping him lightly in the chest with its nose and then licking him from chest to head.
Scott stopped dead, completely confused. He glanced back to see all of his friends wearing matching expressions of bewilderment.
“Urgh!” Percy shook his arms out, sending tendrils of drool flying onto the side of the Jeep.
“Oh, come on!” Stiles yelled.
“What have I told you about the licking? You know how hard it is to wash this out,” Percy said, but he sounded happy even as he complained. He reached up to scratch the giant dog’s ear, and it barked happily.
“What the hell is happening?” Allison asked.
Annabeth bent down to collect her dagger and Allison’s bow without breaking her stride, tossing the bow back to her without looking. “Meet Mrs O’Leary.”
“Mrs O’Leary?” Isaac repeated, absolutely baffled. “This thing has a name? Like a pet?”
Percy glanced back at him. “Yeah, exactly like a pet. Because she is a pet. My pet.”
“Technically she’s the Camp’s pet.” Annabeth said.
When Mrs O’Leary saw her approaching she barked again, wagging her tail and hopping from one paw to the other.
“Hey, girl,” Annabeth said, patting the side of her muzzle. “It’s good to see you.”
“What are you doing here?” Percy mused.
Annabeth froze with her hand in the air. Percy immediately noticed, following her gaze to the other side of the Jeep.
“You can come out, Nico,” Annabeth called.
A boy with long black hair and pale skin stepped out of the shadows. His expression was completely flat as he glanced over the group. He didn’t say a word of greeting before turning back to Percy. “Where’s Hazel?”
“Safe, with Frank. We’re going back to meet them, we just have to… get some answers first.”
The boy - Nico - looked over the crowd gathered at the clinic entrance again. “Nice to see you’ve made new friends.”
“Shut up.” Percy nudged him in the shoulder.
“Uh. So. The dog’s not going to kill us?” Isaac asked, pointing to Mrs O’Leary. When she saw that he was looking at her she barked again, dropping low and wagging her tail, looking like she was about to pounce.
“Whoa, girl!” both Percy and Nico said in sync, holding their arms up to stop her. “Nope, he doesn’t want to play.”
She sat back on her haunches, whining.
“Sorry,” Percy said, patting her again. He looked over his shoulder at Isaac. “No, she’s not going to hurt anyone.”
“I’ll send her back to Camp,” Nico said. “She really wanted to see you, though.”
Percy hugged her - or, at least, attempted to. It was sort of hard to accomplish, what with her being a gigantic hound from hell. “I miss you too, girl. We’ll be back soon. Promise.”
“Go on,” Nico said. “Back to Camp.”
With one last bark and earth-shaking tail thump, Mrs O’Leary turned and bounded into the shadows, before disappearing entirely.
“Where did it go?” Lydia asked.
“Home,” Nico answered.
“But - how -?” Allison asked, still clutching her bow.
“I think we should continue this conversation inside,” Deaton said, holding the door open.
“Right,” Scott agreed. He waited for Annabeth, Percy and Nico to catch up to him and then followed everyone else back into the clinic.
“Who are you?” Stiles asked Nico as soon as everyone was gathered around the operating tables.
The boy - who looked younger than the rest of them, Scott saw now - was unimpressed. “Who are you?”
“Nico, Stiles. Stiles, Nico,” Percy answered both of them, gesturing between them flippantly. Neither were happy with his intrusion, but he didn’t seem to care. “Time for catch ups later. Right now, we need to figure out why Lydia was drawing Thalia’s Tree.”
“That’s why you’re here?” Deaton asked.
Scott nodded. He gestured to Lydia, and she pulled the page with the sketch on it from her bag and passed it over to Deaton.
“Like the Nemeton,” she said.
“What is Thalia’s Tree?” Deaton asked.
Annabeth gave him a quick rundown of the story. Scott found himself just as surprised as the first time she’d told it. How could she talk so casually about gods turning people into trees? Even for someone who turned into a werewolf that was weird.
When she was finished, Deaton hummed thoughtfully.
“We thought maybe it could be telling us we need to find something, like the Nemeton -” Stiles started.
Annabeth shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Stiles glared at her, clearly not happy at being spoken over.
“Because I know that tree, every inch of it,” Annabeth said. “If there was something hidden there, I would know.”
“Oh, have you been watching over it every minute of every day?”
“I was there when it was made, and I’ve been at Camp long enough to know -”
“Annabeth.” Percy put a hand on her arm.
She stopped, inhaling deeply. “What?”
“We didn’t know that Luke had poisoned the tree,” Percy said, sounding uneasy. “There’s a chance we could have missed something else, too.”
Annabeth clearly wasn’t happy with that. She looked a little hurt, but didn’t argue back. She merely folded her arms over her chest and looked away from the drawing, which Deaton had splayed on the table.
“Nothing’s changed at Camp,” Nico said quietly. “Peleus hasn’t been acting any different. Chiron hasn’t said anything more.”
“All eyes are on Camp Jupiter at the moment,” Percy said. “If someone wanted to strike at Camp Half Blood now would be the perfect time -”
“I think Annabeth’s right,” Deaton said.
“Why don’t you sound happy about that?” Scott asked.
Deaton didn’t answer. He just looked at Lydia. “Do you mind if I keep this?”
“No, god, go ahead,” she said, obviously eager to be rid of it.
“I have to do some research. I’ll call you as soon as I find anything.”
Scott didn’t feel comforted at all. “All right. Thanks, Deaton.”
“You’re welcome.” He managed a weak smile. “Take care of yourself, Scott.”
Scott glanced over his friends as they filed out. Nico was watching him, dark eyes narrowed.
“Yeah, I’ll try.”
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