#a spiritual sequel to the ao3 tag one because it did really well

[planerot]

#a spiritual sequel to the ao3 tag one because it did really well #sally carrera #jackson storm #lightning mcqueen #doc hudson #ray reverham #pixar cars #cars fandom

[miafeystits]

🗣️and 📄 for the wip ask game!!

thank u for the ask!! apologies in advance for writing So Much i'm physically incapable of shutting up about my own fic

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP: it's genuinely hard to pick one, but atm the post 2-5 asoryuu fic i've been working on for a while is taking the top spot! it's a bit ironic since i have repeatedly called this one "the asoryuu fic from hell", but after taking a step back and getting another pair of eyes on it, i have concluded this fic is Good Actually. Extremely Good, even. it helps that i got to see my dear friend and frequent beta reader cry in the car irl as he read this one, which is the greatest compliment my writing can get tbh

(i promise this one's more bittersweet than actively tragic though lmao)

the working title for this fic is "though i must go, endure not yet" (a reference to this john donne poem which is also the inspiration for my ao3 username), and is one of your classic "what if ryuu and kazuma actually sat down and talked post 2-5" fics. despite being ryuu's pov and taking place near the end of the games, it's something of a spiritual/thematic companion to the entire history of human desire (altho for the record the two have basically no connection plot-wise and i would Not recommend reading them as a prequel/sequel pair) mostly because entire history was written as a way for me to work out some kazuma characterization issues that kept popping up in "though i must go"

i've called this one "the asoryuu fic from hell" but that's mostly because it's pushed me the most as a writer out of any fiction i've written-- it's the longest thing i've written by far (a little over 6k, which is a lot for me lmao) and ive had to do a LOT of work on pacing issues to get this fic to a place where i'm happy with it, but i think it's turned out well and has really helped me grow!!

anyway, i'm hoping to have it fully edited and out sometime this summer 🤞

📄What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit? one wip that's fallen by the wayside recently is a yet-untitled kazuma character study i've been working on for a bit (at least since the beginning of this year or so if not earlier-- i started it around the same time as i did "though i must go"). it's kazuma's pov following him from his "death" in 1-2 up to and past the end of the games, trying to imagine the direction of his character past 2-5. specifically with him i'm really interested in his personal relation to death/undeath/resurrection, being alive vs being a ghost, and the idea of "coming back wrong" (and what that even means for someone who wasn't literally resurrected, and who imo has not so much changed as he has revealed a truth about himself that was always there). basically half of what i tagged as "[redacted]" is this lmao

i'm planning on working on this one again eventually, but i think i really need to finish my replay of 2-5 first so that i can get all the details of the timeline and kazuma's characterization straight! + i need to really sit down and hone what i'm trying to say with the overarching metaphors in this one i think

#asks #evagora #thank u again!!!

[shin-knee-gami]

lawlight fic recs [1]

lawlight fic recs [2]

lawlight fic recs [3]

because I didn't read through every single smutfic in ao3's 'lawlight' tag just to come up empty handed. you're welcome ;)

**I plan on updating this list for the foreseeable future, so remember to check this original post on my blog for updates!**

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Other: mostly Top!L and Bottom!Light, moderate to heavy plot details, canon divergent, very messy relationship (because they're messy people), mostly oneshots, mostly Light's third-person-limited POV

'the forest holds strange creatures' by avoidfilledwithcelluloid

the first time you listened to touch-tone telephone by lemon demon, did you immediately think "man, I wish this was gayer"? then have I got just the fic for you--an AU where L is a big tall tree cryptid and Light is an endearingly pretentious paranormal researcher, complete with a very thorough and extensive study on 'bodily compatibility.' mostly fluff, smut, and humor; there's a bit of angst, but blink and you'll miss it. (this author's written a lot of great stuff and is regularly active on ao3, so go check out his work!)

'vertigo' by crimesofhallowed

have you ever wanted to read a short semi-realistic smutfic that explores Light's delusions of grandeur and paranoia with an ominously ambiguous ending? well you're in luck! L might be a dead man walking, but that's not going to stop him from topping.

'Slow Down' by arcadevia

want a bite-sized tutor!L/college student!Light oneshot with a simple plot twist that'll still manage to get a laugh out of you? look no further, this fic's got you covered.

'(Please) Stay' by Rachello344

L returns home after a long business trip and Light demands he make up for lost time. if you're a fan of Light being needy, you'll definitely get a kick out of this one.

'Psyche' by PurpleOlie

Light is a huge slut, L begrudgingly admits to himself that he wouldn't mind if Kira won, and they're both equally toxic for each other in all the most delicious ways. some very angry power-struggle hatesex ensues.

'How's your head?' by vxlleyhxe

I'll be honest, I didn't expect a fic with the barebones premise of 'Light is a proud sapiosexual' to be so self-aware. in this one, both he and L are tenured professors working at the same university, and Light is simultaneously charmed and mildly repulsed by our favorite cynical gremlin. definitely worth a read.

'Idle Hands' by gayraito (@gayraito)

L has an interesting proposition for Light. Light takes him up on it. short, simple, sweet, and pretty darn well-written, though it might not be for you if dirty talk isn't your thing. (I can't say much more without spoiling the ending, but F in the chat for poor Mogi lmao)

'Body Glitter' by theredplace

what can I say? I'm a sucker for good sex work AUs. if you wanna read about stripper!Light strutting around a pole onstage like a peacock, then subsequently getting his world rocked by a certain dark and mysterious recluse, this is the fic for you.

'nothing wrong' by coprinus_atramentarius (@translightyagami)

while I usually prefer L as a top, I've gotta admit--this fic does a really good job of keeping him in-character as a bratty bottom. and he gets to be trans, no less! anyway, if you're looking for a fic to scratch that yotsuba arc itch, look no further. there's also a spiritual sequel ['need you'], so be sure to check it out! (this author's written a lot of great stuff and is regularly active on ao3, so go check out their work!)

'Catch Perfect' by Resilicns, ZombieJesus

I haven't finished this one yet, BUT I've heard a lot of good things about it and I enjoy the dynamic Light and L have going so far. basically the whole premise is, Light's desk burns up and he forgets about the death note until 6 years later when Ryuk returns with a new one.

#death note #lawlight #l lawliet x light yagami #smut fanfiction #fic recs #fic recommendations

[volkswagonblues]

[tagged by @verdanthoney]

name: so fun fact, my parents named me after scarlett o’hara in Gone With The Wind

fandom(s): ATLA, and increasingly these days, His Dark Materials. I also read a lot outside of fandom, so I guess just...random books?

where you post: AO3 for polished stuff and tumblr for snippets

most popular oneshot: lol I really only have 2 completed fics on AO3, so I guess Through the Ice Darkly, my zukka role reversal fic where the NWT attacked instead of the Fire Nation, and now Sokka is a prince and Zuko and his sister are scrappy nobodies looking for the AVatar

most popular multichapter fic: ....yeah so that’ll have to be my only other fic. the firebender’s guide to living life after destiny

favorite story you’ve written so far: it’s not finished yet, but my other fic in the same universe as Through the Ice Darkly. I did a lot of research into Inuit culture so portray the SWT in this ‘verse, so I’m really excited about it. 

fic you were nervous to post: probably the fic I talked about in the question above. It’s a fun fic but it’s also VERY different from canon, because it’s an AU, and the zukka is there but it’s not a main focus. It’s more of a character study of Sokka and an adventure story in a similar philosophical/spiritual vein as His Dark Materials. I haven’t posted it yet, but I suspect it won’t do too well because it might not appeal to shippers. idk! hopefully people will give it a shot

how you choose your titles: i close my eyes and let dumb inspiration strike

do you outline?: TRAGICALLY, yes. I also write non linearly and move stuff around a lot. I talked about how I outline here, and its bananas.

complete: my two (2) fics are sort of complete

in progress: sequel to Through the Ice Darkly! and a really fun and satirical kidfic set on ember island with some piandao/jeong jeong on the side. And a fic about how zuko and sokka end up with baby druk.

coming soon/not yet started: I keep talking about writing a realistic university AU where sokka is actually inuk and zuko is taiwanese-japanese, but uh, maybe one day

do you accept prompts?: I love all prompts, the crazier the better

upcoming work that you’re most excited about: sequel to Through the Ice Darkly!!

[@elilim and @gideongriddle  you two should do this!!]

#my fic

[napoleon--bonaparte]

i read @focsle​‘s novel Lacrimore. this is my review. it is FULL OF SPOILERS.

rating: infinity/10. i just LOVED it!! it just ah!! it was so good!! i was totally and effortlessly swept up in the whole universe of Lacrimore. i was also completely 1000% invested in every character, including the house's staff (LOVED Fel omfg). i enjoyed every single second that i read this book. it was difficult to put down but because of the way that life is i had to at times and until i could get back to it, it was ALL i thought about. i thought that it was beautifully crafted and well and satisfyingly plotted. it was also extremely emotionally and thematically resonant with me. it just really hit me right where i live!!

i have all sorts of thoughts but they're kind of loosely assorted so bare with me

the house was AMAZING. i mean, W O W! "atmospheric" is the word that really comes to mind the strongest. the writing is not only beautiful but also incredibly effective and fresh. in a work like this, it is so important to get a sense of the house in a physical (well, as close to physical as you can get with this particular house) sense and SJ really just knocked it out of the park. i was blown away. not surprised, just totally delighted. in particular, the ballroom windows and the east wing captured my heart. the sense of history there just totally haunts me

i adored all of the characters. Sivre Sen was a great choice for protag, and such an interesting character in this universe. i found her internal struggles with her faith to be deeply compelling. i really felt for her and cared for her as things progressed. and. fkjda; sorry to keysmash like its 2011 here but. the whole ass climax !! INTENSE. ROOTING FOR HER SO HARD. and the close... when she lit that lantern... and starts calling spirits away.... what a beautiful, powerful culmination of her character arc and the book as a whole. i just. knocked on my ass. found dead, rip me she was so young

Vandorus. i. i love him. ALSO rooting for him so hard. number one, what a GREAT character. like, just conceptually within this universe. fascinating. number two. he stole every scene he was in. i mean, everything was well balanced and super well written. but he was just such a compelling, interesting dude with such a strong personality that it was hard not to be just totally taken with him wherever he went!! god. I JUST WANT HIM TO BE OKAY. when he and the house were getting buddy buddy i was like.... this is very sexy of you Vandorus, however as your mother i am concerned.

his relationships with Sivre and Lalichai were the touchstone of the whole book for me. i loved watching his relationship with Sivre evolve. it was exactly what i would want to happen between the two of them but i'm not used to getting that kind of satisfying turn in a lot of narratives... and when it happened, i was just beside myself. they have such an interesting dynamic. when he let her go... and then when she didn't leave him. i'm crying like a baby over here, its 1am, i'm scaring my dog.

ugh. IK THAT IT ENDS ON KIND OF AN AMBIGUOUS NOTE. WHICH I **LOVED** AND THOUGHT WAS PERFECT. so whether or not he fully survives this whole thing is kind of up in the air. the ambiguity. god, him telling Sivre that he knows he should have just put Lalichai out of his misery... tears. Van isn't a bad guy. i just. head in my hands. when Sivre tells him that the house would just use him, i'm like throwing shit into the air. like listen to her you beautiful salty dingus!!! I JUST WANT WHATS BEST FOR YOU

also. every time Sivre and Van have a scuffle this was me irl:

and Lalichai. smoothes shirt. i run a Lalichai stan blog now. i was NOT expecting at all to like him so much, just figured he'd be there, but he was JUST SO CHARMING and i am a SUCKER FOR THAT TYPE OF BOTH CHARACTER AND REAL LIFE INDIVIDUAL PERSON. and when he died, i wasn't expecting to see him again so like, to have a whole ass other scene with him was just a true delight. i just loved him to bits. here's something i wrote at some point for my notes for this review: "lalichai is SO my type as a character love that bitch GOALS except the evil house part but would totally also make that mistake so like i get it babe."

anyway. here's an assortment of moments that made me have a irl physical reaction:

i GASPED AUDIBLY and in doing so SCARED MYSELF when sivre found minah's bead

i had to stop reading and get up to take a little emotional walk every single time van's mom was brought up (i was literally like wow.. rip my heart out, thanks) and ALSO at that four lines of dialogue between lalichai and minah. i'm just. those lines are fucking haunting me

i cried throughout the entire climax and also at any point where minah showed up.

overall, in a broad sense i loved the whole narrative structure. i loved that it was on a bottle on the island. i thought that was very effective and well done. i also loved the broad thematic tanglings with legacy, death, ambition, struggling against authority, etc. this might sound odd but i'm still processing them, not that they were difficult to understand or not well crafted but i think they're just really hitting me very hard and i need some time to parse how the work is impacting me emotionally beyond my deep investment in the characters and universe. i will certainly be rereading this again.

i don't know a great deal about american spiritualism. but the influences on this work was such a rare treat. i haven't said a lot about the worldbuilding, but it was fascinating and effective. it just... all worked really, really well.

in conclusion: i really enjoyed the book. it has been a long time since a written, non-podcast work of fiction has grabbed me like this. i find it terribly gauche when fans rope creators into fandoms or try to talk about things like fanfiction with them. but i would be remiss if i did not share that, for me personally, it is rare that a work grabs my heart and imagination to the extent that i would want to read or produce any fanwork. it must be very special in a particular way for this to happen. and right now all i want to do is dive DEEP into a healthy lacrimore ao3 tag!!!

where's my vandorus & sivre "buddy cop" style sequel riffs. and at least one 6k fic where they go find his mom (IF SHE STILL ALIVE....) that makes me lose my mind.

#lacrimore #me #SPOILERS

[floral-on-main]

I Would Dye For You

Summary: Lydia needs to re-dye her hair. She gets some help from the resident Ghost with the Most. It goes surprisingly well, all things considered. A sequel to Back To My Roots (No ship!)

Also on ao3. Words: 2279

Getting the hair dye was easy enough. No petty theft or step-mother begging needed. All it took was to ask her dad to pick it up on a grocery run. Then 3 to 5 business days later, Lydia had her box of black dye in hand. She couldn't help but think back to Beej's off hand comment about dyeing his own hair. She had no idea why a demon with color changing hair would want to dye it, but it couldn't hurt to indulge him.

Yes it could. Lydia knew it could, but this seemed relatively harmless.

So on her next mother-daughter bonding activity with Delia the two went to the mall. Of course Delia had to check out the recently opened shop of Spiritual Wellness. And of course Lydia had to go into the store that was blaring metal music and lined with walls with even more metal. She passed by another row of piercings before coming across a lone stand of hair products.

On the shelf was brushes shaped like skulls, neon colored hair clips, animal eared headbands, and a sizable selection of hair dyes. The majority were various shades of black, but a couple stood out with obnoxious packaging and color. Green, red, blue, purple, all colors she had already seen on BJ. She doubt there would be much of an impact if his hair  didn't look any different. It was then she noticed a single box of pink dye stowed in the back behind the red.

Before she could second guess her actions, she purchased the bubblegum pink dye. Delia was near the entrance of the store perusing the crystal jewelry on display. From the look on her face, it seemed she didn't appreciate how almost none of the jewelry had actual stones and was just colored plastic. For once Lydia had to agree with her.

The ride home was quiet, almost pleasant. Lydia and Delia still didn't agree on most subjects, but they were growing closer. A family disaster would do that to people. Lydia now near that Delia wasn't naive or air-headed, just sickeningly optimistic.

As she raced inside Delia wished her the best of luck. It seemed Delia always had to get the last word in when parting. Lydia threw the door open to her room to find it thankfully empty. She knew Beetlejuice would show up eventually, but she didn't want his help right now. She placed the box of pink dye on her bed before grabbing the black dye from her wardrobe. Before leaving, she made sure to leave a note besides the dye that read 'For you. DO NOT EAT'.

Gloves on and brush in hand, Lydia was ready to rid herself of her loathsome roots. The only thing stopping her was the sound of moping on the other side of the bathroom door. Looks like Beej found her note. She took a deep, calming breath before kicking open the door. The sound of a surprised yelp soothed something primal inside her. Serves him right.

Lydia and Beej glared at each other in various states of ridiculousness. One knocked on his ass in a grungy suit, the other in a black stained floral robe and cheap plastic gloves.

“Give me ten minutes and then I'll do yours.”

Beej gave her a thumbs up. With that, she shut the door and made quick work of covering her roots. Beetlejuice leaned against the wall beside the door. He knew he was being a nuisance and he reveled in it. But he honestly did want her to finish up so he could get his hair done. God-slash-Satan, he really hoped the dye stuck in his hair. His suit could stain and he didn't want to look like he took a dip in Pepto Bismol. Never again.

The door opened just a sliver. Lydia's eye could be seen from the crack. Beej gave her big ol' puppy dog eyes, complete with dog tags and being housebroken. “Come in. Keep still or I <i> will</i> tell Delia that you're the reason her crystals have been going missing recently.”

“I told you that in confidence! But I understand where you're coming from.” With a snap of his fingers Beetlejuice was hogtied on the floor.

“Why are you like this?” She rolled her eyes while placing the box's contents on the counter. She donned the crappy gloves and mixed the dye with practiced skill. Beej hovered over her shoulder to see what she was doing, now free of his conjured bonds.

“Sit down, BJ. This is gonna take a while.” With a theatrical groan Beetlejuice sat on the edge of the bathtub.

Despite his normal jittery behavior, Beej managed to stay relatively skill as Lydia brushed in the heavily pigmented color. He even stayed quiet until Lydia was done. “Now we just have to wait,” she checked the box, “thirty minutes”.

That broke the flood gates and the two fell into their usual conversation topics. The main highlight being the chaos in the Deetz-Maitland household.

“I don't see why Chuck got so bent outta shape about Ginger visiting. Her dancing could use some work, but as far as spiders go, she's harmless.”

All Lydia could do was nod in agreement.

“She has nothing on that giant motherfucker Donna found in the closet.”

“Weren't you the one that put it in there?”

“Yeah, but that isn't the point, Lyds.”

Lydia washed her hair in the sink while continuing their conversation. “Bertha got braces recently.”

“What did she break? I didn't take her as the cool type.”

“Braces on her teeth, asshole. Also, breaking bones isn't cool. It's painful.”

“I've broken tons of bones in the name of a good time. You breathers got plenty of bones, doesn't matter if you break a couple.”

“Just because bones heal and carpets can be replaced doesn't mean we should go crazy stupid.” A brief moment passed. “We need to wait until we're alone, at least.”

The timer on Lydia's phone went off. She grabbed the shower head and brandished it it like a knife. “Now lean back so I can wash that excess out of your hair.”

His eyes narrowed. “Over my undead body.”

Just as he made a move to get up, his face was doused in lukewarm water. In that instant Beetlejuice resigned himself to, he shuddered, getting clean. Or his hair getting clean at least. Only two people could get him to willingly bathe and they were both dead.

After seven minutes, Beej was released to shake out his hair. Lydia was honestly surprised that no one came up to check on the sound of a cat being drowned. Looks like everyone had gotten somewhat desensitized to their shenanigans.

The time on her phone said dinner would be ready soon. Might as well head down now and get the questions out of the way. She met Beej at the end of the hall. How the fuck did he manage to get his hair dry already? Whatever, it's probably demon magic.

The dye seemed to be holding in pretty well. There wasn't a single splotch of pink on his hands or his suit. Could all dead people dye their hair? Was a demon thing, a demon that was alive for thirty seconds thing, or just a Beetlejuice thing?

The two descended the stairs in silence, after a quick shove match.

Delia was the first to notice the pair. She set the salad bowl alongside the plate of what looked like green spaghetti. She quickly took a seat with the rest of the adults, mentally preparing herself for whatever would come next. At the same time, Lydia and Beetlejuice prepared themselves for what the family had to say.

The most surprised actually seemed to be Delia. If she thought Lydia was going to use pink dye on herself Delia was delusional. Charles did a double take, but aside from that he didn't act out of the ordinary. It seemed he had already gotten used to the unusual happenings of his family. Lydia and Beetlejuice would have to set something on fire next week to keep him on his toes.

The Maitlands had absolutely no reaction. No gasps of surprise. No lecture about dyeing a violent demon's hair. Not even words of enthusiastic encouragement. The two ghosts just sat at the table and made polite conversation.

Beetlejuice took his now customary seat across from the Maitlands. The three dead members acted just like they normally did. That was somehow the most strange and abnormal thing Lydia had witnessed all day.

The food was tasty, even the pesto pasta. Of course Beej made a comment about its resemblance to moldy worms. Dinner as usual.

The semi-awkward, semi-peaceful silence was surprisingly broken by Charles. “Your hair looks exceptionally vibrant tonight, Mr. Juice.”

For some reason, Adam and Barbra broke into a fit of poorly concealed giggles. Lydia shot a confused look at Beej. He shrugged, but clearly knew something.

She pushed the salad around her plate, acting as nonchalant as possible. “I helped him dye it earlier.”

That got a reaction out of the Maitlands. They both looked confused and then looked at Beetlejuice. Hopefully their couple's telepathy wasn't rubbing off on him. It was weird enough how they always seemed to know what the other was thinking.

“I figured Beej wouldn't want a color he couldn't replicate naturally, so I picked up some bubblegum pink. It was obnoxious enough to fit his personality.” While everyone looked at Lydia, Beetlejuice stuck his tongue out at her.

The Maitlands got a twinkle in their eyes. Now a more common sight since Beetlejuice started hanging around. Adam said, “Pink is a good color on you, cuddlebug.” After that, Barbra either winked or had a muscle spasm in her eye.

For awhile she had figured her ghost-parents had a thing for Beej (she knew he certainly had a thing for them), but this was the final nail in the coffin. She wanted to gag. It felt wrong, but also right, which made it feel even more wrong.

Lydia was pulled from her thoughts by Barbra making a comment. “So it was just dye. And here we thought you were just happy to see us.”

It was with dawning horror that Lydia realized the Maitlands saw a different side of Beetlejuice than anyone else in the family. A more romantic and caring side. The comical sight of the nastiest dead guy she knew with pink hair wasn't worth it anymore. She would never get back her childhood innocence.

After that dinner passed in a blurry haze. Before she knew it, Lydia was back in her room actually looking forward to doing homework. It was mind numbing work, but it was the perfect thing to take her mind off the romantic relationships of her family members.

Things were changing. Like the rug had been pulled out from under her. What if Beetlejuice wouldn't want to hang out with her anymore? What if the Maitlands stopped helping her with homework? Lydia knew it was irrational. Her family loved her and always would. But deep down a dark feeling grew somewhere behind her diaphragm. It was a sick feeling. One that told her she would be unneeded, unwanted. That her family would move on and forget about her.

As if on cue Beetlejuice appeared in her room, hair still as pink as when she first dyed it. He was smiling an impossibly wide toothy smile. Something was behind his back.

“Ta Da!” He held out a box wrapped in pinstriped paper. A slime green bow completed the look. “Happy six month friend anniversary!”

Lydia took the small box from his open hands. A whole different type of tears threatened to spill. She hastily ripped off the paper and ribbon to reveal a matte black box underneath. She felt a single tear roll down her cheek as she removed the lid.

Inside, nestled among red satin, was a switchblade. She picked it up. The engraving on the handle's side immediately caught her attention. In curvy sliver writing it said, 'BFFFFs Forever'. She felt something warm bloom in her chest. Time to deflect with sarcasm. “ You do know you just gave me an implement to stab you with, dumbass.”

“Well, I was hoping you would stab other people. Y'know, for when I can't be there to protect you, ya little gremlin.” He reached out to ruffle her hair, a nasty habit picked up from Adam, but she managed to quickly move away.

With a pout Beetlejuice pulled his hand back. “Glad you liked the gift, scarecrow.” He tugged at his collar as if to stall for time. “And thanks for dyeing my hair. It really means a lot to me.” After that almost heartfelt confession he switched gears to cover up his vulnerability.

He patted down the lapels of his suit, slicked back his pink hair, and placed a hand over where his heart would be. “Now if you excuse me, A-Dog and B-Town wanted to speak to me about something. If you hear groaning and chains rattling just ignore it.” And with the toss of a smoke bomb, Beetlejuice was gone.

If Beej mentioned anything about his sex life she was definitely going to make use of that switchblade. Good thing his brain to mouth filter recently got an upgrade called Maitlands 2.0.

It seemed like some things never changed. Damn being alive was hard, but it didn't seem like being dead would be that different. Lydia just had to stick around and see.

#beetlejuice muscial #fic #lydia deetz #sibling bonding #btj #beetlejuice