#the utter joy I felt to actually do and finish a wip

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

🍀Komaegi Week 2023🍀 Day 4: Despair (timeline)

The bois back at it again in Towa

#komaegi week 2023 #komaegi #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #danganronpa #naegi makoto #komaeda nagito #komaegi week #my art #a e i o queue #fun fact: this was in my notes doodle ideas for the longest of times #and then i realized I could actually use it #the utter joy I felt to actually do and finish a wip #indescribable

[tiffanylamps]

Lamps you KNOW i HAVE to ask about catholic guilt but sexy!!!!

Turnip, you have picked my most slutty, debauched, utterly filthy wip to date. Just ask Cay, she's read the snippets, she knows all about the super unsavoury plans 😩💀 From this tag game

I'm putting a read more break here cause... yeah....

catholic guilt but sexy is set in a Beyond Evil au, where Yu Yeon lives and Dong Sik follows his family's religion. So much so, that he becomes a priest of a small parish. His life is pretty quiet, he has his friends and his flock, and he's even beloved by his local community. He's... he's okay. (Even if on the inside he feels like screaming). Everything is going according to plan, he's doing fine, until... A snobby, uppity, good-looking prick from Seoul gets transferred (banished) to his parish to be his new Deacon. Han Joo Won enters Dong Sik's life and absolutely destroys it. He is Dong Sik's demise. His doom. His very-own Judas, who has come to kiss him on the cheek.

He is brash and unrestrained, he talks openly about things he disagrees with, he doesn't care about what's expected of him by the church or God... and as time passes, his warm honesty, his single-minded determination, and his utter devotion to Dong Sik, rips the wool from Dong Sik's eyes to reveal what life could be like if he just let himself have it. Han Joo Won isn't Dong Sik's doom. He is his saviour. [Or... Dong Sik meets Joo Won and finds it impossible to repress his sexuality, which results in some freaky, freaky sex. Ngl, in this fic, there's a lot of guilt and shame, a fuckton of internalised homophobia, angst, and some pretty heavy BDSM, but a lot of love... so much love]

Here's a snippet of one of my favourite scenes... Just to be absolutely clear, this fic is rated a hard E. It was super hard to pick a short snippet, but I think you'll like what I've chosen. This snippet is of their first kiss. Obviously, Joo Won kisses Dong Sik first and these few paragraphs focus on Dong Sik kissing him back.

Dong Sik wants to cry. You fool, what have you done? But Joo Won didn't do anything that Dong Sik hasn't already spent twilights and sunsets dreaming about. 

Up until this point, his unwavering desire has trickled like a stream. But after he’s felt the warmth of Joo Won’s lips, he has become drenched with a waterfall of need. He silently prays that their Lord will have mercy on him. He is only one man, only a man… and Joo Won is a magnetic force too powerful to vanquish. So, he finally doesn’t fight it. He might find the strength one day. But not now. 

Joo Won breathes him in as Dong Sik gingerly brings their lips back together. It’s been so long since he’s done anything like this, almost Joo Won’s entire lifetime… Which… oh fuck, what a ghastly thought. There’s a smile against his mouth as fragile as origami in inept hands and it draws him in, asking to be treasured, begging for him to be the one to admire it. Dong Sik doesn’t know if he’s worthy - he might crush it and forever lose this opportunity - but he doesn’t stop himself from gently kissing Joo Won anyway. 

Joo Won moves closer with a bubbling, restless energy that reminds Dong Sik of the blooming riots of spring. A time for youth and life; gleeful as young love permeates the air with a joy that Dong Sik hasn’t felt before. It’s an infectious feeling and for a second, he allows himself the solitude of just basking in it. He can pretend that he’s free from the eyes of God and hell and anyone in between. He can pretend he’s living out the springtime flings of his youth, instead of the quiet comforts of his autumn years.

- So... yeah... that's the priest fic I was working on. At the moment, it's kind of a dead wip but I hope you've enjoyed what you've read. Thanks again for sending me this. (this fic is guaranteed to send me to hell... if I ever actually finish writing it lol)

#tag game #wip tag #ask answered #thank you <3 #clearly i'm out here trying to process some stuff some my religious upbringing #even though I wasn't catholic lol #hope you enjoy it! #beyond evil

[junhuiste]

break the code (ex-wip)

pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader

wc: 1900

tags/warning: basketball!soonyoung, college au, slightly suggestive language, cursing

a/n: this was something i started way back in 2017 when i was 15 lol and i tried going back to it and finishing but i just can’t seem to continue it!! but i don’t want it to just sit in my drafts so i’m just going to post the unfinished wip! i might do this with a lot of wips i’ve had collecting dust over the years (and they’re like 99% svt lol); if i ever do find some stroke of inspo to finish it i might but for now enjoy the 1900 words i wrote when i was a sophomore

“But babe, you’ll sit on my side, right?” Soonyoung continued to pester you with countless little questions to which he knew the exact answers to.

You pursed your lips at your boyfriend; mild sorrow and guilt clouded your eyes. In return he pout your favorite pair of plush pillows to kiss, with dull bleakness and dismals fogging his irises. It was hard, really, to resist the pull of a magnet, who was trying every trick in the book to coerce you to sit on his school’s side of the bleachers for the upcoming basketball game on Friday.

Had it been that both of you were just your run-of-the-mill university couple, tachycardia would’ve caused you to blurt out “yes” instantaneously just by being gazed upon by Soonyoung, but alas, the big guy upstairs made it to be so that you technically couldn’t through the rulebook of the sibling code.

A flushed palm extended to your denim-covered thighs, with the utmost desire lacing his fingers.

“Pretty please? With a cherry on top?” His digits creeped towards your inner thigh, getting closer to the actual cherry he wanted on top.

“Soonyoung, no matter how well you do me, I’m still obligated to sit on my side of the bleachers.”

None of Soonyoung’s coercions could persuade you to decide about where to sit. You really would’ve preferred to sit on his side, but with your current situation, none of that was possible. It was a precarious oscillation between blood and water, and neither did you want to drown in with regret for embracing one over another.

“Fine. If you can’t cheer me on–which is a pitiful shame–let me take you out to eat after the game. And we can make out in my car or something so he won’t have to know.” Soonyoung’s gaze no longer held flashes of fervor, but rather a decadent gleam of sheer admiration.

“It’s a done deal, but you better promise me to dunk on him, or be prepared to get dunked on by him. As of right now, however, you owe me some kisses for making me wobble continuously back and forth between your side and his before I go,” you taunted, “come here you little rascal.”

Soonyoung gleamed at you piercingly, yielding you to lean forward against him as a shock of joy sparked up your back. His hand feathered along the back of your thigh, brushing it so longingly, with a tinge of impertinence here and there. You could feel the urgency radiating from him as he struggled to press you even closer to him, as there were no more gaps to be filled. He grasped your chin gingerly, before connecting his lips with yours, wanting to revel in dire coalescence he’d been awaiting upon your arrival.

Soonyoung is the warm bath you dip yourself into after constant exhaustion, the meager yet compelling and needed breeze as the sun beats down you, the red mark that’s actually relieving and boasts “A+” on a hard worked assignment, the last basket shot as the clock dashes away with the snickering seconds, and he is what has you torn on where your loyalty stands, but you can’t thank him enough for that strife.

You pulled away first because getting you two to separate would be a long ass haul, and maybe it was also getting late, just maybe. Your eyes glimpsed at the badgering hands that indicated 11:35 PM, and nothing but a sullen sigh managed to escape your lips.

It wasn’t fair, how time sashayed away, but there were no seconds left to spare to sulk about it, so you caressed the tranquility Soonyoung’s face possessed and left a lingering peck upon it. Knowing him, you’d expected him to grip your waist and pull you down with him into the waters of his joyous yet yearning ways but the coal haired boy enveloped you in an enticing embrace and with his lips hovering slightly above your ear, whispered, “Tell him to get ready.”

“I swear to God, I hate basketball,” your brother exhaled out in utter annoyance, to which you furrowed your brows at.

You always shifted in your seat restlessly, your heart palpitating at an ungodly speed of McQueen, eyes sought frantically to avoid meeting your brother’s, upon the dreaded word of “basketball” ringing in your ears. It wasn’t that you abhorred it, no, not at all; you absolutely appreciated the art of dunking and the pleasing note of swish through the hoop, but just not the people you knew personally who partook in it.

There’s always a Montague and Capulet narrative happening somewhere in the universe, always, and it just so happened that you were struck with the curse by some godforsaken entity of destiny of landing a role in your life as the fresh faced, ever so naive, youngest member of the Capulets–Juliet. And you dreaded the direction your supposed fairytale was headed the first time your boyfriend asked you to watch his basketball game, which oddly enough, was the same one your brother requested you to “bring all your hot friends” to.

As strange as it sounded, it wasn’t your brother’s undeniable libido for your friends that irked you and made you hesitate going to a basketball game, to which you’ve never thought twice about before, but it was the statement of, “God I am going to crush number 10’s ass.”

Number 10. Number fucking 10. Of course, it had to be the player that sweat through blue polyester and nylon, donning number 10 in white on the front and back. It could have been player number 13 or 17, for God’s sake it could have even been a negative number sported on the jersey, yet it all had to align in the cosmos to be player number 10.

You didn’t certainly deem ESP to be something legitimate, but on that day you swore to god your mind fucked you royally in the ass and placed you in Soonyoung’s dorm room the night before. It was nothing out of the ordinary, really, nothing but the sight of a teenage boy’s niche, because a lot of basketball players had to have chosen the number 10 for their jersey, right?

The environment malfunctioned instantaneously with the repetition of “I am going to crush number 10’s ass” circling about a short circuit in your mind. From that moment onward, the sight of the jersey was unquestionably more radiant that it could have ever been, with the blinding, white number ten atop Soonyoung’s chair cackling obstreperously at your oh shit moment. Tuning in to your brother slander your university’s rival, Soonyoung’s school, was always such a joy (not) to participate in.

Every “basketball” here and there snagged you by the ear and dragged you to hell and back with it, provoking the cracks of your palm to drench in sweat and legs to quiver more than you had felt around Soonyoung before dating him.

“Yeah I mean it’s not like you’ve worked your entire ass off the past 4 years or so to even set foot on the college court you've been dreaming of since you were 13!” Diverting your brother’s mental debate on his love of the sport, it was a necessity to pluck something else from thin air to talk about, and not your school’s rival when they had games against each other, which was seemingly a bloodbath in their perspective.

Trying to escape your brother’s trash talk of Soonyoung’s team was walking through an eternal, pitch black, underground tunnel, no goddamn escape.

“They only got us last time because of number 10’s foolery. Jesus Christ, the kid better slow down or he’s wasting stamina. Can’t believe he holds the title of captain, like me. I motherfucking swear to God if I have to listen to his loud ass winning chant–” yadah yadah, number 10 this, number 10 that.

You would have dozed off to your brother’s lovely lullaby of scorn towards your boyfriend had it not been for a text…from your boyfriend.

[spoonyoung]

hii hiiiii heyyyy hello bby Hhhii babe i miss youuuuu hi!

[y/n]

i can tell u’re tired :( don’t be

[spoonyoung]

he's going to crush me dang flabbit

y/n

so ur nervous ??? bby it’s just a game istg,,both of you treat it like warfare

[incoming call: spoonyoung]

Shit, what the hell? This bitch, right now? In this economy, at this time?

Inside your chest was a drumline pounding, giving it their all, threatening to burst out and announce to your brother that “Hey, your rival is dating your sister! They’re probably going to fuck later but you don’t know about any of it!”

You would plummet into poignancy if you didn’t pick up his call, because there was no chance you could see him everyday, so honestly fuck that you guys attended different schools, and resorting to calling each other did bring both of you to ease, but not at this goddamn, forsaken time, with one you love phoning you with 17,000 vibrations per second, and the other idiot you were practically forced to love, perched next to you, indignantly gripping the wheel with such force you couldn’t decide which one generated more turbulence within you.

Tensely clutching what was now a scorching piece of metal, you held it up conscientiously to your ear, and forced yourself to breathe out calmly and collectively. Every single mention, tidbit and strand, bob and fragment of Soonyoung that was mentioned around you when you were with your brother grabbed your trachea in its firm hold and forced the wind out of you.

“Hey, Hoshi,” you managed to choke out in a level headed manner.

Hoshi. That was what you and Soonyoung agreed to nickname him if you ever picked up a call from him around your brother or his teammates, but god forbid you were actually allowed to have a life of any sort!

“Babe,” Soonyoung mewled out from the other line, “I actually can’t do this. Don’t tell him, but your brother is really good...of course he is.”

Frowning because of Soonyoung’s lack of usual mirth and brimming confidence, you sighed, “If you let it get to you, then your thoughts affect your actions, and you don’t want that to happen right? You’ll be fine...and I’m not just saying this to say something, but you’re really good too, and you can’t let one person bring your entire mood down...even if...you know…”

“Will you at least come with me to my dorm after the game?”

“Oh you know I’ll be doing more than that,” giggling into your phone, trying to sound as enticing as possible, completely engrossed in this very conversation, as it was all the time talking with Soonyoung.

Both of you had a habit of drastically turning your talks from upside downs to those of obvious elation. They were conversations sometimes needed to be kept in the comforting privacy, selfishly not wanting to let anyone else in on the baby i missed you’s and the do you need anything from the boba shop’s and literally you don’t have the right to look this good’s.

Startled by the grunting and hacking oh so wonderfully expired by the total jackass to your left, you contended to the third degree, with the patience that was never really there starting to thin out, “Do you need something?”

It wasn’t uncommon for Soonyoung to call coincidentally at the times you were with—more like right next to—his rival, probably because his

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #hoshi #hoshi imagines #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #hoshi fluff

[fromathelastoveritaserum]

WIP Monday!

Thank you for the tag @chyrstis ! ٩(⁎❛ᴗ❛⁎)۶ Now that I have time, I’m working on catching up with my three (maybe four) fanfictions! ...wait wha?! Why do I do this to myself?? (ಠ_ಠ)

Below are some sneak peeks at my work in progress:

“My Beloved Professor” - Ch20 - Fire Emblem Three Houses

“In Sickness & In Health” - Ch12 - Mass Effect Andromeda

“When Joy Returned” - Ch11 - Far Cry 5 

“My Beloved Professor” - Fire Emblem Three Houses

“Have you been living under a rock?” Catherine asked with a frown, before she added, “You probably have been huh. Well, there won’t be a trial. Lady Rhea's word is law. And as a Knight of Seiros, I’m going to make sure the deed is done.”

“Sounds more like a task for an executioner, rather than a knight,” Byleth remarked without emotion.

Catherine’s brow arched in response. “I’m loyal to Lady Rhea through and through,” she stated  gruffly as her posture straighten proudly upon the saddle.

Ashe shifted uncomfortably in his saddle as he remained quiet. His lime green eyes snuck a glance towards Dimitri, who seemed to be sharing his thoughts; an odd power shift was at play here. 

“A blind man who questions the use of his sword is less dangerous than a man who uses his sword blindly,” Byleth quipped as she kept her gaze straight ahead.

Catherine huffed in response. “And which high and mighty person uttered that?” 

“My father,” Byleth simply remarked.

“Well, we have our mission...be sure to stick to it Professor. I don’t want any insubordination. Got it,” Catherine stated, her bright sapphire eyes now narrowed upon the young woman riding next to her.

Finally, Byleth tore her gaze away from the road to looked directly at Catherine. Face as still as a mask, she merely gave the swordswoman a solemn nod.

‘Damn, I can’t get a read on her,’ Catherine thought with gritted teeth. “Good,” she remarked out loud. Though knight had an inkling she would have to keep a wary eye on the professor.

“In Sickness & In Health” - Mass Effect Andromeda 

“And this is the Medbay,” Sara proudly announced as she lead Evfra into the clean and polished clinical area. “Though, you’ve already been here huh,” the young woman realized as she pursed her lips into a soured expression.

“Yes, he has,” Stated Lexi, in a tone that was a more cooler than what Sara would have expected from the gentle doctor. There was also a foreboding gleam in the Asari’s eyes. The Pathfinder knew that look all to well when she ended up in the Medbay after doing something Lexi had explicitly forbade the Pathfinder from doing.

“I remember General de Tershaav very well, especially on the day he brought you in when you were suffering from hypoglycemia,” Lexi recounted with a pencil thin smile.

“Wait Evfra, you brought me to the Tempest?” Last thing Sara could recall from that mission, was Akksul helping her walk!

Meanwhile Evfra just gave a noncommittal cough for he did not like where this was heading…

“In fact, I remember the General asking me, quite bluntly, whether I was qualified to take care of humans,” Lexi smiled. But, it was the razor thin smile she wore upon choosing the largest sized needle to inject you with. “I must say he made taking care of you quite the challenge. Constantly hovering over you to the point that I had to kindly request the General to step out,” the Asari added, her grey eyes gleaming with the joy of payback.

“You had to kick Evfra out of the medbay while I was being treated?” Sara gawked. She glanced from the Asari towards the Angara who refuse to make eye contact. Ryder’s mouth then snapped shut as she hissed, “I see.” And without another word, the young woman dragged Evfra by the hand out of the Medbay.

She was silent the entire way to her cabin, and Evfra became worried that the Pathfinder was upset with him. Not only had he not disclosed that event to her, but the leader had clearly obstructed the physician from properly taking care of Sara.

“SAM open this door right now” Sara commanded in a forceful voice. As the doors whoosed open, the young woman tugged Evfra in before barking, “No one is allowed to enter! And go on privacy mode!”

Finally the Pathfinder relinquished the angara’s hand. “Sara are you upse…” Evfra began, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence as the young woman raised her toes, pulling Evfra down to her by the scruff of his tactical suit.

“Shut up and kiss me!” She growled throatily before pressing her warm lips upon his gawking mouth...

“When Joy Returned” - Far Cry 5

The heavily wooded forest allowed some sunlight to peek in through its lush canopy. Down below, the smell of damp earth now mixed with the invigorating crispness of spring.

“Joy! Please slow down!” Joseph pleaded breathlessly as he carefully made his way around the large jutting stone maze of the underbrush. The teenager was clearly not used to such activities. Meanwhile, Joy skimmed along the mountainous trail like a jubilant billy goat.

The pair were taking a trip through the Whitetail Mountains as a part of filling out their high school biology field notebooks. The requirement was to sketch various springtime fauna and flora spotted along the trails.

“Come on Joe, come on! It’s just a bit further!” Joy cheered in her seemingly unending energy reserve. She climbed up the stones with ease before turning around and reaching back down to aid Joseph

“Here give me your hand,” Joy offered. But when Joseph lifted his hand up to her, Joy accidently grabbed his mid-forearm, eliciting a cry of pain from the teenager.

Quickly Joy released his arm, worried she had hurt her friend. And as she did so, Joseph’s sleeve slipped down, revealing large purple to yellow blotches of discolored skin.

“Joe...” she gasped. “What are those on your arms?” Joy whispered as she stared, wide eyed down at him.

Joseph quickly pushed his sleeve back down his arm as he looked silently away.

“Are those bruises?” Joy asked softly. “Joe...who is hurting you?”

She remembered that Jacob was Joseph’s older brother and the new worker at the Owens Ranch. But, while she was still just getting to know Jacob, he seemed to love his brothers dearly and wouldn’t lay a finger upon them. Then there was John, the youngest Seed. Gods, Johnny was a little angel who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Actually he began to tear up after nearly killing one!

“It’s...it’s okay Joy, don’t worry about it,” Joseph gently remarked as he heard Joy shift about overhead on the boulder.

“But...” Joy paused. “Alright, I won’t ask...but Joe,” she stretched down her hand to help Joseph properly up the boulder this time. However, she didn’t let go of his hand even once Joseph was standing up on the boulder in front of her.

How do you convey feelings of utmost trust? Within the few short months Joy felt she already knew Joseph for a lifetime, as if they were just old souls reuniting once again in this time period...

Silently Joy reached out to him with other hand and pressed her warm forehead against his as she closed her eyes. ‘You are precious to me,’ she tried to convey with her gesture. 

“Joe, if you ever need help or anything, please let me know,” Joy whispered.

“I will Joy, I promise,” Joseph whispered back as he returned the pressure upon her forehead, as if to say, you are precious to me too...

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @rpgwarrior4824 @angaranprincess @anavakarian (apologies for any double-tags and no pressure!)

And if you would like to be tagged in the future please let me know! :3

#wip #writing #fanfiction #far cry 5 #mass effect andromeda #fire emblem three houses #when joy returned #In Sick and In Health #my beloved professor #dimitri x byleth #jacob seed x female deputy #sara x evfra #Ashe Ubert #catherine #byleth eisner #sara ryder #evfra de tershaav #joseph seed #female deputy

[chrisemrysfics]

WIPs&Projects List

Hello!

I had two separate posts for that before, but I decide to make a whole new post and combine in one post, so that everything is in one place!

Do note that my inspiration did shift toward MDZS a bit more, however I still plan to actively progress on writing for my DGM fics.

Read more as it is a long post, will adjust when anything needs adjusting and reblog when I do!

Main focus for WIP

My top priority, so the ones I will most often look to write for.

Shadows Symphonies, No one else but you, I expect an equal level of inspiration for both. Note: right now, No one else but you only has its one-short version posted, what I mean is that the multi chapter version is one I am actively working on right now, and will be a main focus once posted!

Meet me Halfway to the End is also a main focus, it might not get updated as often as the MDZS ones, still I want to actively continue this one the most (out of DGM fics).

Secondary focus for WIP

Less priority than my main focus, yet I still intend to work on them whenever I can, and are likely easier to get inspired for (but less likely than my main focus).

Assassin’s Light, I can’t say it’s as main focus as before, so it’s more so a secondary focus now, still I want to continue it.

Rise of the Walker, there’s a good chance it’ll be slower to update than Assassin’s Light and main focus WIPs, however I want to write more for it, as it is Allen’s backstory for all canonverse fics.

Mid focus for WIP

Honestly I call mid focus because the following two fics are less priority than secondary focus, but easier to get inspired for than all other WIPs after, so mid focus felt about right for them.

Bring me to Life

Make it Right

Low focus for WIP

Here come the fics that have a low focus from me, however note it’s more precise to say it is a fickle focus. I could get super inspired one day, which can be in one week, one month, two months, etc. I could get super inspired for the next chapter, or super inspired for multiple chapters. I could get renewed inspiration in the form of regular updates for a short term period. I could get inspiration to finish if I know a fic to be getting close enough to final chapters.

In short, these place low as priority, not out of lack of inspiration, but out of utter randomness of it.

The future we choose, Freedom to love, Secret of Dark Red, The Joy of Time Travel, The Divine Battle, Out Past, Shadows of Rebirth, Tales of Black Wings.

Semi-hiatus WIP

The difference for these ones is that, while it is also fickle when I get inspired for them, it is also much harder for me to feel inspired, and so they are more of actual low level of inspiration, rather than just fickle.

Hellish Chronicles, Different Yet Alike, Fated Chain, Broken Chain.

Main Projects

Those are the non-WIP stuff I am actively working on as side things to my WIPs!

Story to come Bonus “chapter” for all my WIPs except the main focus ones, they are meant to be for anyone who wish to get an idea of what the story is going to be, whether it is to make it easier to wait or to know and close the figurative book for good, a choice for every readers I have and might have in the future, and more freedom for myself as it will be easier to write if I’m not feeling guilty people are waiting to know what happens next (either they wait willingly, or wait knowing what they are waiting for, a choice they didn’t have before).

MDZSxDGM crossover in the form of Noah!Wei Wuxian, for now I am not sure what form it will take, however my best guess is a series where each fic is a collection of scenes based in the same settings. Either I’ll write as much as I can (so it’ll be pretty much “complete” when I first start posting it) before posting, or I’ll start posting at one point I feel comfortable doing so and it becomes a main or secondary focus.

ABO settings, which are going to be general (rather than fandom based) and meant as more so of a fun project, replying to the question how would I write ABO settings.

A second part to The Path we took, I want to expand on the k/ink s/ex aspect more, as there are more stuff I didn’t really put or that I fully worded later, and I want to have Wangxian word it themselves.

Side Projects

Those are the non-WIP stuff I intend to work on, however I’m not actively doing so right now.

A sequel to Long Lost Reunion, meant to be multi-chapter.

Expansion to Window of the Heart, as I have left-over scenes in my idea notes.

Venerated Triad might get expanded one day, and/or get a proper multi-chapter fic, as I can feel there’s a story I can make out of it, I just have too much on my plate right now to give time to it for now.

Field Adventure, Deity’s Royal and Protectors in Everytime, Everywhere might get expanded (all one-shots of this fic might, but these three are more likely), however for now it is just a project idea.

Requiem aeternam is a very tiny maybe about a possible expansion.

There were also some ideas I noted down about a Neallen two shot that would be lime if not lemon, Tykillen one-shots of the lime/lemony type, and a Joyd/Allen multi-chapter fic (not meant to be long, will move to secondary or mid focus if it goes get longer than expected).

Note that there are two fics I intend to write that goes with Meet me Halfway, one will be the origin of war and the other the life of Mana, Nea and Allen before everything went wrong (and how things went wrong). When I’ll work on them, is left to be decided based on my progress in Meet me Halfway.

Notes of projects for longer stories

I do have quite a few ideas noted down for multi-chapter fics, in various fandoms. This is a little overview, of all these things I hope to one day write.

White Devil is the nickname for another big canon au I once planned for, I’m likely to eventually work on it secondary to whichever WIPs I have when I finally work on White Devil, but also it won’t happen until I have less WIPs on my hands (though it is possible I work on it slowly here and there).

A DAIxDGM crossover is likely to be worked on one day, it was first born as a rp idea, to have my Lavellan character end up in DGM world and grow up there, what I really want to write is the DAI storyline when there’s this Lavellan who grew up with the Noah Clan, Allen as brother, and who already had a canon au background (half spirit). One of the scenes I really, really want to write and almost is the sole push behind everything is Allen’s arrival in DAI world and then Allen being a constant present that wlll f*ck you up if you mess with his little brother.

There is also a DAI&SKyrim crossover series I’ve once world build and wrote down notes about, it has in Skyrim a Thief Guild OC with secrets, my first Dovahkin, and my first Inquisitor with my second Inquisitor as Companion (and lover, meant to be a vee or triad with Dorian eventually). Yes, this first inquisitor is the same Lavellan as for the DGM crossover, in the way the backstory is the same up until what changes in the DGM crossover (but there is no crossover with Skyrim in the DAIxDGM crossover).

I’ve had another multi chapter fic planned for Natsume Yuujinchou, canon au with Ayakashi Natsume and Matoba/Natsume. I also have multiple Pokemon fics planned. The same goes to BBC Merlin, there were quite a few fics I had ideas for and noted down. All these fandoms however are where I intend to only have one WIP per fandom, so new fics won’t come until existing WIP in their fandom are finished or are close to finished.

And of course, there are the existing series that I have, who imply multiple fics and so fics to write in the future.

#progress #projects

[lananiscorner]

Fanfic self rec challenge meme

@cerusee was evil enough to tag me in this challenge that had me feel like someone was asking me which of my teeth I want to get smashed out with a hammer.

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Before we get started with the actual list, two honourable mentions:

Anniversary Hands down the best AU I have ever written and the story that I got most "please continue" replies for. Writing this was soooo much shameless wish fulfillment, and yet I think I managed it without being too corny. Go for this if you want to cry for joy. Favorite quote: This time, Jason practically burrowed into the carry, and for a moment Bruce couldn’t help but see the scrawny, underfed, growth-stunted thirteen-year-old he had picked up almost three years ago. Jason hid his face between the cape and Bruce’s chest as they passed by the confused guards by the gate between Arkham West and the Arkham mansion, but Bruce couldn’t have cared less. Let them wonder and gossip. Jason owed no one even a single word.

The Most Terrible Fear Another AU and, as one of my reviewers put it, my fucking nuke that I launched at fandom. And believe it or not: my original idea for that story was much, much darker and much more heartbreaking. I scrapped it halfway through because it was too dark, even for my tastes. This is also the first time I killed off a major character "on screen" for realsies, no take backs, and of all my stories this is the one that got me the most visceral reactions from my readership. Go for this if you want your heart shredded. Favorite quote: “Did he—“ Dick’s voice broke, and with it Bruce’s heart. Dick closed his eyes, took a deep breath and swallowed the tears that were starting to well up. “Did he suffer long?”

5th: Her Eyes Had Been Green This story… Jesus… Bucky hit me right in the feels since the first time I saw him on screen and with each movie it got worse. The idea behind this story took root in my brain during Civil War and refused to go away until I wrote this at 4am with no proof-reading and only half a clue of what I was doing. Trying to get into the headspace of someone who's brain has been scrambled so often, who has gone through so much, suffered AND caused so much pain, and still make it a proper story with beginning, middle, and end was a challenge. Everything about this story was a challenge and I'm kind of proud that I conquered it. Favorite quote: On one hand, when Bucky slept, he usually dreamed, and rarely were his dreams anything good or nice. Some nights he wondered whether other people had dreams like his, or whether everyone else was just a lot luckier, because his dreams usually were a jumbled and confusing mess of painful images, grating sounds, and a messed up timeline. They didn’t start at the beginning. They didn’t finish at the end. They were blips and pieces from undefined days, and half the time he didn’t even remember most of what little he got after he woke up. It all faded so quickly... Ironically, that was actually the only constant thing about his nights: the utter feeling of... loss... every time he woke up. Like he had had something in his grasp for a minute, but now it was already gone and slithering away. On the other hand, when Bucky slept, he usually dreamed, and as disturbing as the entire process was, it was also where most of his memories came from. There was a chance, of course, that they were not actually memories, but Bucky doubted that. They felt real. They made sense, in a sort of grotesque way. And no matter how terrible they were, no matter how fragmented and puzzling, they were his memories. He had memories. He actually remembered.

4th: Ill Weeds Grow Apace My longest WIP ever. This tale grew in the telling. Fun fact: It was supposed to end kind of openly on New Year's Eve, after Jason woke up, re-united with Alfred and Bruce, and grudgingly admitted to himself that maybe being forced to spend the next couple of weeks under the protective wings of his siblings wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him. Then I got the idea for the fake Joker. And a hundred headcanons. I have been writing this story for almost a year now and it has grown close to the size of Game Of Thrones (the book, not the show). Never before have I committed to any piece of writing for so long and so dearly, to the point where I'm considering making it into a proper free-to-download e-book, complete with a book cover and all that shit, for anyone who's interested, once it's done. Favorite quote: They’ve come for me. They’ve come for me after all.

3rd: A Signal Of Hope This one was a bit of a stalemate between this and The Storm. Ultimately, I decided on this one, because it goes into more detail regarding the characters it covers and because it is my main canon (Arkham verse). I think this fic kind of channels my thoughts about Arkham verse in general: it's a very dark, haunting and painful place, but there is this glimmering thread of hope that runs through it all. Also, there can never be enough stories about Bruce building his little family and realizing how mutually beneficial that is for everyone involved. On a more technical note, writing an entire story almost exclusively in past perfect was a challenge, but I think it ended up working really well for what I was trying to achieve. Favorite quote: As much as it frustrated Bruce to effectively be told to get off what had been his own lawn once, he could take that for what it was. A cautious offering of peace. For now, it would have to suffice. For now, he was content that his children were all here. Alive. In decent health. And looking out for each other. Like a true family.

2nd: A Matter Of Perspective Initially, I couldn't quite decide between this and Compromised, but eventually I ran with AMOP, because it has a little bit of everything:

Dick being both a lovable goof and a genuinely caring and protective brother,

Tim being the gentle voice of reason, but quietly manipulating things in the background and being a bit of a dork while doing so,

Babs just being all around awesome and the best big sis ever,

Jason being his endearing superficially temperamental and aggressive self with that heart of gold and compassion and a thousand tons of trauma on his shoulders but he still doesn't break.

This is how I see the Arkham!batkids. And god knows these kids deserve a vacation, so if canon won't give them one, I will. Also, Arkham! Tim/Babs. Favorite quote: Tim reclaimed the camera with a quick nod and many thanks, before returning to the others and showing off the pictures. Without any context, they looked just like a normal family, not like four vigilantes, one of whom was paraplegic and another of whom was scarred and damaged from head to toe. Behind their backs, the jungle stretched on for hundreds of miles.

1st: August 16th The only easy pick on this list. This was my first story after a long, looooong break from writing and it will forever be my precious darling baby. I literally wrote it in two hours, right after finishing BAK and I was bawling halfway through. To this day, reading it makes me tear up a little. If someone were to ask me to summarize my writing in a nutshell, I'd point them at this story and consider my job done. Favorite quote: Yet, even now, three years later, the pain was as real as ever and as he and Alfred put fresh white lilies on top of the grave hidden in one of the many beautifully peaceful and quiet little groves in the forest surrounding the manor, Bruce knew in his heart that he would never be able to forgive himself nor forget what had happed. Jason’s death was his fault as much as Joker’s and all he could do was pray and hope that, if there was an afterlife, Jason would be at rest there, in a better world, and that if he was to meet Jason there one day, the boy would find it in his heart to forgive him. No more pain. No more hate. No more fear.

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When you see this, post an excerpt from a WIP

Alright, here's one I would dearly love to finish, but I'm in the middle of rewriting my old fic for Spirited Away fandom and I'm unable to skip from fandom to fandom as I wish. Sadly my muse is not that compliant. Hopefully I'll get to it in the next few months. Since this is basically all I have except for some notes about the rest, I'm putting it here all. What do you think? :) ----- Viktor never spoke much about his family, only from time to time Yuuri would walk in on him talking over the phone in speedy Russian, sometimes wearing a soft smile only ever appearing at those times. But it should not surprise him for them to appear when Yuuri and Viktor went for the second cup in Russia. It shouldn’t surprise him, but it did. “Viktor! Viktor!” The voice calling for his coach sounded much younger than usual and unlike the others, this one made Viktor stop and turn around on his heel. Yuuri wanted to look who was calling but the expression of utter joy on Viktor’s face stopped him in his track. He couldn’t tear his gaze away even if he wanted to. “Katya!” he called and took two step before crouching down as a young girl barely reaching his waist collided with him at full speed. “Dyadya. Ya skuchala po tebe!” She chanted into his chest muffling her words, not that it would made any difference to Yuuri who could barely say ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ in Russian. Maybe he could manage ‘good morning’ on a good day. “Ya tozhe, Katya. Ya tozhe.” “Viktor!” another voice, this time coming from an adult woman, made his coach look up and beam. “Valeria! Chto vy zdes' delayete?” he leaned over the girl’s head planting a soft kiss at the woman’s cheek. “Tupak. Ya poseshcheniya moyego starshego brata,” she sounded like she’s admonishing him, but was smiling at him nonetheless. She looked very much like Viktor; tall, fit and with the same pale colouring. Perfectly put together and overall quite breathtaking. Yuuri allowed himself the assumption that she might be his sister. He watched them hug and laugh, suddenly feeling like an intruder. Maybe he should just go on by himself? Would that be appropriate? He moved to take his baggage again but it caught the attention of the little girl. Katya if he understood correctly. She peeked at him around Viktor’s hip, big blue eyes under dark eyebrows wide and curios, but also suspicious. Yuuri froze not sure what to do. Sure he did relatively well with triplets, but they knew him since forever. “Ya znayu tebya,” she announced after a moment. “Ty figurist, kak moy dyadya!” That caught the attention of the two adults who turned to Yuuri. Viktor still beaming like Yuuri had seen only rarely. “Oh, right,” Viktor admonished, “introductions. Yuuri, this is my sister Valeria and her daughter, and my niece, Katya.” Then to his sister and niece. “This is Yuuri Katsuki I went away to coach.” He looked down at his niece. “Will you say hi to Yuuri?” Katya turned her face from Viktor to Yuuri and scrunched her face for a second, before saying almost without any accent. “Hello, Yuuri. Nice to meet you.” It was an obviously a memorized phrase but her grasp of English seemed admirable for such a small child. He smiled a little just as Viktor clapped and praised his niece. “It is very nice to finally meet you,” Valeria caught Yuuri’s gaze, her lips twisted into a smile, something in her gaze giving it almost a mischievous undertone. “Vala,” a quiet warning sounded from Viktor, but Yuuri ignored it and bowed to the both of them. “I’m honored to meet you, Valeria-san, Katya-san.” That seemed to amuse the little girl. Yuuri felt himself blush. He tended to hide behind politeness when he was nervous, but maybe this was too much? Should he not- Viktor had to notice his faltering confidence and crossed the two-step distance that separated them, putting an arm around his shoulders. “You caught us just when we went to check into the hotel. Want to join us? Or maybe he could go on a dinner later? Are you staying for the competition?” “We hoped so. And dinner would be lovely,” Valeria smiled at both of them. “We’ll let you do what you need at maybe we could meet in two hours or so?” Viktor beamed. “Sounds perfect. Yuuri?” he turned to him and Yuuri had to breath through the sudden flood of feelings Viktor’s happy expression send his way. He should always look this happy. Why didn’t he? Was it Yuuri’s fault from taking him away from Russia? “S-sure. That sounds- great,” he stumbled through the simple sentence wishing not for the first time he could be less socially awkward. Viktor let him go shortly after that, crouching down to be on Katya’s eye level. “Uvidimsya ochen' skoro, khorosho?” Katya gave him an enthusiastic nod and a kiss that probably should have been on the cheek but landed somewhere between his cheek and nose, making Viktor laugh. After that Yuuri listened as Viktor and Valeria in melodic Russian determined when and where they would meet up and parted ways. It wasn’t after they managed to go through all the procedures and put their baggage into their shared room that Yuuri actually mentioned what happened. “So, you have sister, too, hm?” He tried really hard not to sound hurt that Viktor never told him anything about it, especially after he almost forcefully infiltrated every part of Yuuri’s life. Viktor looked up, startled. “I never mentioned it?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. Yuuri stared at him. Was he joking? He didn’t look like it. “No,” he said. “No, you never said anything about your family, except that you have one.” Viktor gaped. It would probably be unattractive at some people, but this was Viktor, so, of course, it was more endearing than anything. “Really?! Not once?” Yuuri shook his head. “Oh god, please don’t tell them that!” Viktor seemed to lose some of the colour in his cheeks that were red almost constantly since they walked out of the airport. The cold was definitely something. “They would never let it go. They would think I’m putting them in one bag with the rest of the family. Valeria would never forgive me.” He seemed honestly a little terrified of that prospect. “I won’t,” Yuuri said quietly, the hurt receding ever so slightly. Viktor had to notice, because he walked to him, dropping the suit he was pulling out of his luggage. “It’s not you, Yuuri. I swear it’s not you. I’m- not used to mentioning my family. I- I’m not in contact with them, except for Valeria and Katya. They-” Yuuri clasped his hand over Viktor’s that was now pressed flat to his chest. “It’s fine. You don’t have to explain anything to me, Viktor.” The blue eyes looked agonized for a second before clearing up again. “Yes, I do. Just-” He let out a breath and smiled, only a shadow of his usual flashy smile. “Just maybe not right now. We need to get to the restaurant and it’s at the centre of the city. Probably shouldn’t make my sister wait, she does not take it kindly.” “Family trait?” Yuuri asked before slapping hand over his mouth, eyes widening. Viktor blinked and then laughed, his whole posture relaxing significantly. “Cheeky,” he said, lightly flicking Yuuri in the middle of his forehead. “Let’s finish unpacking so we can go.” With that he turned back to his suitcase, leaving Yuuri to do the same.

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