#and ive seen this idea explored before in fanfics a little
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fandom tag game credit --> @dances-and-dolly-dresses ^^
Were you an Austin, Baz or Elvis fan before seeing the movie? How about after?
- Total Baz Luhrmann fan. When I was younger, I was so drawn to Romeo + Juliet and The Great Gatsby movies because I loved the creative direction of the films. Those two movies really left an impact on me because I hardly ever see movies portrayed that way and until now I still rewatch those movies as comfort films.( I never really researched who were behind those films because I was afraid of being disheartened that these kinds of films would be few and far between ) After I watched the Elvis movie, I fell in love with it -- and then I figured out Baz was also involved in Great Gatsby & Romeo + Juliet. Instant comfort film.
What is/are your favorite look(s) that Austin sports in the film?
- Hehehe I love his classic Pink outfit and the Blue jumpsuit he wore during the Las Vegas performances. AND AND the black button down outfit while he was at the carnival.
Most memorable scene or line?
(OH TO PICK ONE) Definitely that firework scene in his car after the Trouble performance. It was that part in the trailer that got me hooked--and I waited for that very scene to come up in the film (AAAAAAAA).
Also the opening when he sang the “Glory Glory Hallelujah” part--Like.. I had little to no knowledge about Elvis (besides his classic songs) before coming to watch this film and like I didnt really explore much of his discography. But something oddly magical happened when I heard him belt out that part in “An American Trilogy” for the first time (Note that Ive never heard of this song before)-- I was quietly mouthing the words because that opening sounded so glorious it kinda (delightfully) startled me how the movie was starting off so strong ASDFGHJK.
What are your top 3 favorite songs on the soundtrack?
Suspicious Minds
If I can dream
Vegas Rehearsal/That’s all right
How many times have you seen the film in theaters?
- ONCE. I watched it with my family-- and deadass I cant afford to watch it again in theatres because movie tickets are so expensive now where I live
What kind of fan content do you like to create/consume? (fics, gifs, ect)
- Fanart all the way. Although I wish I could branch out doing fanfics/drabbles because I have so many cool ideas but Im not really good in creative writing (sad lmao). If I do have a big story idea, I just end up making a comic or an animatic on it instead.
Wherabouts in the world are you from? (be as general or as specific as you're comfortable with)
- I live in the Philippines
Are you active in other fandoms? If so, which one(s)?
- Yes. Im very active in the Encanto and LOTR fandom. I sometimes make fanart for videogames
List 3 fun facts about yourself/your interests.
I love creating illustrations for short stories made by other authors. Sometimes I collaborate with them to produce an art series.
I sometimes read Tarot and Oracle cards
If I had a nickel for everytime I became a student of a national artist from the Philippines without knowing they’re big time national artists--id have two nickels..which is not a lot but its weird that it happened twice
//Im tagging @dragonanddirewolf @x-earthangel @artsynellyyy to join in if they like! Feel free to ignore if you were already tagged ^^ //
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There was an anon who responded to this post about “what if they make Luka evil to try and end Lukanette and make Adrien look better by comparison” and it was absolutely fantastic so I’m just gonna slap their whole thing here:
Anonymous asked:
i wanted to respond to that anon asking about "wyd if they make luka evil" from a slightly more metatextual/philosophical angle, bc "dealing with a thing you like doing something you dont like" is something i'm pretty interested in as like, how do you enjoy fandom if the thing you like could be ripped away at any moment by shitty writers? and the answer, ive found, is to just say no
stepping back a little, let's look at the idea of the spacetime continuum. (bear with me lol.) as most people with an interest in the area know, space and time are not so much separate things as merely that we are fourth-dimensional beings who can only view the lower 3 dimensions. from a 5th-dimensional perspective, time is just another dimension, and the whole of time can be viewed in its entirety from outside of itself, in the way you can view an entire rubix cube by picking it up and moving it around
and what is a story, but a single spacetime continuum? a single ribbon of time and space, which we move through, and then can step outside of and view from a nonlinear perspective? fanfiction (especially "missed scene"/"canon divergence" fanfic) is essentially taking this ribbon of spacetime and picking spots along it wherever you like to flesh out or peel off and explore alternatives
now, moving back into the question. all fiction is equally fictional. fanfiction is not any less fictional than the original work; the original work has no more weight on reality than the fanfiction, because both are equally made up. the only difference between fanfiction and original fiction (beyond the parent-child difference of derivative work and the work it derives from) lies in the capitalist realm of profitability and copyright law, social structures which lend more weight and power to original fiction than derivative fiction
stepping back again. have you ever felt like you're "not allowed" to put down a book, even if you aren't enjoying it? like it's some sort of crime not to finish what you've started? i think most people have. there's a pervasive myth that you owe something to a story you are reading. reality is, you can just stop. you can put it down, and never find out how it ends. and - here's a fun kicker - you can still write fanfiction about it. if you got halfway through a book and suddenly it started not being fun, that doesn't negate the fun it was before
this ties into some mild discourse ive seen (by which i mean one post that i thought was fucking hilarious in a "damn you really live like this?" way) about if salty miraculous fans should be "allowed" in the fandom. which is a ridiculous statement on its face; as if you can just decide a whole portion of the fandom "isnt allowed" and they'll all just shrug and pack their bags. but like, of course you're allowed to make art about something you don't like. as long as you're still having fun, you can interact with a work however the hell you want. even if youre not having fun tbh! tho i don't recommend that lol, there are better things to do with your time than pursue a hobby you don't enjoy
gonna loop into a completely different fandom; homestuck (sorry). at a point late in the game in the story, a narrative decision was made that would negate a LOT of the previous story. a lot of fans were understandably upset by this; they felt as though it negated the entire reading experience, as if they had slogged through, enjoyed, gotten invested in, THOUSANDS of pages, THOUSANDS of words of dialogue, TONS of character development, for nothing.
but imo, just because later in the story that stuff no longer exists, doesn't mean it doesn't exist earlier in the story. this isn't a rewrite before a final draft is published; this is an ongoing tale. the previous stuff still happened; you still experienced it; you can still write those versions of the characters, write in that portion of the timeline. however much the retcon powers may pretend to be retcon powers, those pages didn't get deleted. your experience of them didn't get deleted.
you can simply decide to ignore the parts that you don't like and continue writing as though they never happened. you have the power, and the right, to do that. canon isn't any more real than fanfiction, and fanfiction isn't any more fake than canon. you can just decide that canon is wrong, and operate under your own series of events. it's basically what saltfic writers are doing anyway; deciding "canon is wrong for declaring these mean things about marinette, we are going to declare they are untrue and write accordingly." capping this off with a little love note to saltficcers - i havent actually seen beyond s1 xcept for select episodes, but i got sucked into the ladyblog au and have been mildly in love with the entire salty half of the fandom ever since. yall make such phenomenal art and it makes me so happy ♡
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The Harvest - RE8 Fanfic
The Harvest
A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana
Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader
Notes: heey guys, The Harvest is coming closer to its end, i hope you enjoy this chapter and new things might be coming ahead, thank you all for reading it >.<
Warning: NSFW content
Part I - Destiny (1) Part I - Destiny (2) Part II - The Lord Part III - The Hunt
Part IV – Soft Torture
In the next days, you finished the new wing and brough him to see it. He was grateful, he took a while analysing your sketches, strumming the shelves covered with books and the metallic tool boxes. When he was done, he impulsively took your head in his hands and kissed you in the forehead. You blushed, but by that time he already crossed the door and was calling you to help.
Then, you spent hours helping him move his stuff to that wing, especially the non-metallic ones, which he had no power over. Your hands touched while doing it and every time it happened, an electric discharged flowed through you – and him.
After you were done, you left him to explore his new set up as excited as he was with it. You still had your cleaning stuff when coming back to the main area and there was time, plenty of free time. Thus, you stopped on level B3 to take care of a dusty stroller that was pissing you off with its dirt.
You were minding your own business, singing your favourite childhood song while wiping the dust off the power box when you heard a drill. You instantly froze, imagining what caused it.
The area was poorly lite, but you saw that red brightness in the pitch dark, you wouldn’t confound it as it was part of the nightmares you had at your first days at the factory. It was, indeed, a lost Soldat.
You held a scream, your hand quickly covered your open mouth, but it was too late, it paid attention to you, way before you saw it, then it started walking towards your direction with that drill making a death sound.
The world around you didn’t make sense. You looked for exits, but it was about to sprint and you were in a corner, unable to run anywhere. A single tear rolled down your face and you closed your eyes not willing to see it.
“NO.” Heisenberg screamed, showing up at the right moment. “STOP!” He demanded, but the thing was now coming to him. “Stupid shit.” He cursed, violently throwing his cigar on the ground, putting it out with his boot.
With that said, the reactor on the Soldat’s chest exploded, casting hundreds of small parts all over the place, one hit you in the cheek. No one moved, it simply disintegrated and the creature fell to its knees, deactivated, exploding right away, sending more trash to the air.
Heisenberg walked rapidly to you and held your shoulders. When he noticed your cheek, he cleaned it and licked your blood out of his finger. You were way too shaken by the Soldat, but his grip slowly brought you to the real world.
“You okay?” He whispered, his expression lines showing how worried he was.
He got so scared of losing you for that malfunctioning son of a bitch that his heart sunk when he saw you. It was too late for him to continue pretending he didn’t care that much for you.
“Yeah, it didn’t get me at all. Thank you.” You were utterly grateful he tamed that thing, otherwise… Otherwise you probably would be one of the bodies in the stretchers.
Heisenberg then buried his face in your neck, sighing. He sounded relieved.
“Thought I was gonna lose you there, buttercup.” He told your neck, his voice stuffy.
“I thought so too.” You confessed, also feeling relieved. “Do you care?” You had to ask, simply had to know if he cared even though he just saved you.
“Of course I do.” He answered immediately, but not rushing.
Knowing that was reassuring. You felt safe. You felt home. He felt scared for the possibility of your death and couldn’t stop holding you. You thought he was going to bite you like a zombie would, instead, he rubbed his lips on your skin.
You moaned with the touch. It was involuntary, but you felt that you made a mistake. First you tried to be his friend when both of you felt alone, then you would give anything for him to order you to take off your clothes like in that first day, but wouldn’t dare say that, you were getting too mushy.
“S-sorry…” You started apologizing, he let your neck go, but then his face was millimetres from yours.
“Don’t be sorry.” Karl firmly took your waist and put you up on the now clean stroller, your butt sitting on a wood box.
He had to have you. There was this urgent feeling on his stomach he couldn’t resist, it was being silenced for too long, since you arrived. That hunger took control of him and he griped your hair.
He is too strong, but you didn’t want to resist, at that moment, you were about to do whatever he desired, you had simply given up to it as you yourself were thirst for his touch.
The adrenaline was still running crazily through you, like you had been shocked, you thought it was even stronger than before, growing, driving you to hallucinate as you saw coloured lights dancing in your vision. Coloured, festive lights.
“Fuck, buttercup, you have a way to get to me.” He cursed, kissing you chin, making you moan again. “Oh, you are so hopeless like this.” Heisenberg laughed; his chuckles made your entire body resonate.
“Please, let me have you, Karl.” You found yourself begging, you would be on your knees if he wasn’t so close, taming you.
He stepped back, a tiny step so he could look at you. He was smiling, his eyes seemed to have fallen upon a prey, one he would treat with good manners. His hand reached your neck, pressing it, not too hard, but not softly, so you could feel his scars and you moaned to that.
He spread your legs with his knee, not gentle, not brutal, but demanding. You let him do it, feeling the blood down there. You felt a chilled object between your thighs, it touched your clit over your tight pants. It started rubbing as Heisenberg kissed every centimetre of your face and his hands wandered around your body, owing it.
You were soaked, your panties were completely wet at that point, maybe even more than the rain made before, and that metal thing kept rubbing your bud driving you insane. You moaned loudly, moaned like an animal and he joined you with husky groans.
You closed your legs around his waist and forced him to come closer. He cried out in pleasure, even though fully clothed. You felt him hard, so damn hard you thought you couldn’t take it.
His pace was getting faster controlling the metal stimulating you, it was feeling too intense, all your feelings mixing up with his sudden touch, the adrenaline running through out your body, his beard tingling your neck as he groaned, making your eyes roll in pleasure. You came the first time like that, your water wetting him.
You took his face in your hands and glued your lips to one another. The kiss was intense, you completely forgot to breath as his tongue met yours, playing rough games in your mouth. You had to scratch his skin under his clothes, to this, he arched his back, a warm sensation flooding his body as it felt held after so long, so glad to finally take you, so hungry to devour you, he couldn’t help but to feel he was close, not done with these games, but close to his first time in a while anyway. That was the time for him to cum. He held you tightly, burring his face on your shoulder, moaning like crazy and came in his pants. You came again, with him.
“God damn it.” That was all he could say, panting.
“For fuck’s sake.” You joined him, leaning your back on the stroller to rest.
The dancing lights were still there, lullabying you now that you both orgasmed. You were calm, calmer than you had never been, completely distant from the Soldat’s treat, the Village, anything. Nothing could reach you at the factory, nothing besides his scarred hands.
You thought it was over, but you still felt drunk with pleasure, willing to taste more of it, more of him. Karl had an idea. One that you would like. He took you in his arms, so easily you felt little while pressing your face to his collarbone, the electricity in your body giving you delightful goosebumps. You hugged his neck and your legs hugged his waist. He started walking.
At first, you didn’t know where he was taking you, then you recognized the path among all those look alike corridors. You two were heading to the soft torture room. It didn’t make you anxious, though. You were curious.
He actually walked there, not surfing any metal plaque. It didn’t take long to get to your destination. He made the door open with his powers, never letting you go even for a second like you were too precious to trust the floor to support you.
That room was the most organized room of the factory. You could see he started using that as a storeroom due to several cardboard boxes leaning against the walls. The gears and toys were as new. You doubted someone had ever used them.
The room was painted black, decorated with real swords, axes and chains, the last ones maybe could be of use. There was a whip rack with different whips that made you excited, willing to test them all, also, some toys and instruments were suspended on a metal board close to a Berkley horse. Heisenberg didn’t guide you to any of those, though.
“Do you think you can take it, kitten?” He whispered affably in your ear.
“I want to take anything.” You told him, sanguinely.
He chuckled and lead you to another piece of furniture. That one you had seen on history books. It was the wrist stocks. Usually, it would be made of wood, but his were metallic and would move as he desired, so you could alternate positions.
Karl let you go, gently, you stepped barefoot on the ground having lost your shoes at the stroller and he made you sit on a chair next to the stocks. You kissed for what seemed to be eternity, every single one of your senses being stimulated at once. He gruffly took his overcoat off, without untouching your lips and started massaging your nipples. You cried out in pleasure, feeling it drain on your thighs.
You drove him crazy. He was doing his best to be at least moderate to you, but you weren’t helping at all. Your groans made him be harsh, it was your doing, he kept thinking. He ripped your shirt off effortlessly, giving you a shock. Your boobs came out swinging, making him howl and burry his face on them. He felt welcomed by your warmth, consoled by your soft skin. He didn’t want to rise his nose from them, but he did in order to rend your pants.
It was a real relief to be finally free from your clothes. In that manner, you took his shirt off, laying your hand on his chest for a silent while. It was entrancing to be able to touch him like that, to feel his heavy breathing, strolling your fingers on his belly. But when you reached his pants and started unbuttoning it, he snorted and pushed you back.
“Not now, sugar.” He denied, smiling at your disconsolate face. “First things first.” Heisenberg added as he lifted you, placing you lastly at the stocks.
You saw how hard he was under those pants. His cock was begging to be tamed, to be treated, to be tasted. You could drool if your kept thinking these things, but you couldn’t help, it was centimetres from your face now and was certainly calling you. You inclined a little, he didn’t perceive, and gave a long, naughty lick on his cock, tasting the humidity there, trying the flavour of his cum. It tasted like “I want more”.
He groaned loudly, hopelessly. Heisenberg got a little annoyed by your disobedience and decided he could be a bit harder on you.
“Bad kitten.” He called you.
Your wrists were now retained, you were sitting completely naked on a massage bed and he still had his pants on which meant a little more play. Out of nowhere, nipple clamps flew to you and bite your nipples. You screamed in pleasure. It hurt a little, pressing your delicate skin.
Heisenberg was enjoying himself, maliciously smiling. At that sight, he had to touch himself. His hand reached his cock over the fabric and cuddled it for some time as he tightened the grip on your nipples.
After a while like this, he decided it was about time and his pants fell off, revealing a big, pulsating, needy rod on that made you moan on its homage.
“Now, kitten, show me you can take it all.” He said, approaching you, taking advantage of your opened mouth.
You finally had it, an explosion of flavours and sensation took command of you. His cum was sweet, now your favourite candy, his cock was almost too much for your mouth, but you proudly took it all on you salivating tongue, leading it deep down your throat, making a mess of saliva. A mess he loved. Heisenberg was simply howling in pleasure, his husky voice dominated by voluptuousness, he was roaring over the machinery noises.
If you kept going longer, he was going to cum on your precious mouth, would fill it with his god’s milk. But he wasn’t done with you. Oh no. He took his cock out of your mouth and you felt the bed leaning backwards.
“Lay.” Heisenberg ordered as he climbed your body, positioned between your legs.
You laid. He roughly rubbed his smouldering boner on your clit. You both groaned intensely. He played you a little more, then he started entering. Your pussy wasn’t used to it, to big things coming in and out of it like that, but it sure loved the sensation.
His thighs were pressed to yours, rubbing his hair body on your skin as he moved forward into you. You thought you were dead, nothing that good could be possible. But it was, you had him inside your pussy, reaching so deep as the bed inclination helped to get as far as he could.
At first, he tried to go steady, not willing to hurt you more, but as you moaned, he couldn’t help but burying his cock on you. You made it feel welcomed, hot and squeezed by your walls.
Heisenberg was losing it. You were losing it. You both moved in synchrony, the nipple clamps awakening every pleasure sensor on your body, feeling him entirely.
He invested inside you for what felt like hours of pure pleasure. You two sang the lust song together. Karl knew he couldn’t hold on longer.
“Now, kitten, you gonna have it.” He whispered between his teeth, griping your hair.
You hugged his waist with your legs, forcing him to stay deep down. He groaned, thunders in your vision. He was coming hot, plentiful, absolutely satisfied. Heisenberg came inside you and when he found the courage to step out and you let go your legs, cum drained from your pussy.
“Karl…” You could only mumble, panting.
“Kitten.” He answered, releasing your wrists and laying by your side.
He pushed you to his chest where you gladly laid your sleepy head. He cuddled your hair as your draw circles on his belly.
“It was the best thing I ever felt.” You said, at last.
“You had me there, kitten.” Heisenberg confessed, his heart racing. “You fucked me good.” He added, smiling. You smiled too.
Both of you were tired, sleepy. His cuddles made your eyes shut and your hug embraced him. You fell asleep in the soft torture room, on the massage bed. Naked and together, at last.
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hiii in celebration of AUctober, what are some of your fav solangelo AUs?
Anonymous said to solange-lol:
Hi! Kinda a random question: do you have any favorite riordanverse fanfics that you’d suggest reading? I’m looking for ones to read, but I’ve been having trouble finding new ones! Thanks!
rec list #1 | rec list #2
all recs can be found under the tag ‘lizs solangelo fic recs’ on my blog!
technically its past auctober now, but better late then never to drop my third solangelo rec list!! especially considering the state of the world rn ... lets just say its a celebration of me actually participating in sw for the first time in a while
rec under cut as always!! its not all aus but its the count that thots
Find Another Place to Stay by @unwieldyink
personally i think breakup fics are incredibly underrated, and i also think annie is incredibly underrated, so enjoy ur little cry if you read this one (tw // violence in this one)
Hershey’s kiss by @unwieldyink
we love a godswap!! it’s actually been a while since ive read this one and i reread this while making this rec list and can i just say that zeus!nico and hermes!will are both such valid concepts and this just has a rly good dynamic to it
Actors by @buoyantsaturn
i could talk about this fic for hours but lets just say ao3 has told me ive visted this fic 40 times. im not kidding. fake dating is just a godtier trope
start of something new by jinniefic
if you know me, you know that i fricken LOVE high school musical, and this is literally just the start of the first movie but solangelo and honestly a little more iconic please read even if ur not a hsm fan
paper/plastic by @rosyredlipstick
the fact that this is from 2018 and took this long to get into my rec list is tragic because i think about this fic a lot... a lot. mortal au. very chill, strangers to lovers, very good vibes, will be rereading soon (everything rosy writes is amazing we already knew this)
10:37pm by @buoyantsaturn
surprise another cj fic! fun fact she debated with us for a good half hour about what to title this fic so go read it so you can tell her you like the name (and the fic itself... its a very good fic) (tw // alchohol and drug use for this one)
Sunflower by ChiseHatori
3 days in the infirmary is probably the easiest trope u can find in the solangelo tag but i have to say this one really made me soft just bc it feels a lot more in character than some of the others ive read, and it basically picks up right where they ended in the books
Will You, or Will You Not? by @thebluesideofmyworld
marriage fics... also very soft. just boys bein boys. dual engagements. mortal au. all that good stuff vv soft i loved it
let your heart win by @justanothervampiregirl
this one is short but its also probably one of the most in character fics ive ever read and i really like this style of writing mixed with canon compliance so :)
The Magic of Naomi Solace by Sweetymomo
naomi solace, underratted legend. i aspire to have her relationship with will. lots of familial background if you like that!! and its set at a bnb!!
forget all the shooting stars and silver moons by itotallyreadthatbook
when i saw this in the tag i was SO excited bc we love high school aus here and it was!! very good indeed!! this trope is one ive never seen before and i recommend 10/10 good banter
They won’t always live by Phantomxlegend
will overworking himself and coping with loss always makes me :(( so if ur okay with some will angst then buckle up
“I am fully capable of kicking your ass” by @unwieldyink
i remember i saw the email notification for this one and immediately was like yup absolutely im in and it 100% lives up to its title we love capture the flag solangelo
the night we met by peachyytomlinson
a lil ooc but also very angsty and did make me emotional when i read this late at night. i think i wrote something similar a while back but i just aaaaa will angst man
“look how hard i can cry FWSHHH” by @buoyantsaturn
call me biased bc i like to claim that i originated the idea of demeter!will and cj dedicated this fic to me but like BRO its so soft and i love it here nico leave the plants along challenge failed
femboy hooters, or the time percy jackson failed to keep a secret by luciethebean
its all fun and games until the fic turns out to genuinely be really good. like, yes the title is exactly what you think it is but it doesnt matter bc its so fricken well written im^@*#&(*)($_$#&^@$(@*)* yeah
Of Ties and Significant Annoyances by seokjinvilla (@thechampagnecocainegasoline)
we dont support jkr in this household but what we do support is this bc this plot is genius and i love it
everything’s going swimmingly by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)
fun fact i posed the idea of a sports/team prompt to the sw mod crew literally just so someone would pull through and write a swim au and ethan DID without even knowing. i love them and their writing style is so !!!! please read it
when you smile (the whole world stops) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)
another ethan fic!! this is the perfect fic for a rough day where u just want some cuddles bc thats literally the plot of the fic. i love this one with my entire heart its very fluffy 10/10 do reccomend
pumpkin spice (i hate it, it's not nice) (ok maybe it's a little nice) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)
ethan fic part 3!! bc i binge read these all in one night!! literally again their writing style is so amazing and the witty banter!!!! also we love a retail bookstore au
Burnt Plastic (and Other Bad Ideas) by More_of_This
so this one isnt exactly romantically solangelo but it is hilarious in my opinion and i absolutely adore well written college aus and while i know nothing about college this fic is so funny to me (if you read the tags there is, in fact, a raccoon involved) (tw // drinking for this one)
all because you kissed me goodnight by @buoyantsaturn
i have been WAITING for a mortal counselors au and im sure theres some out there already but y’all already know im a cj stan! lots of slowburn, friends to lovers, coworkers, all the good stuff (and i named this one and offered cj a lot of materials from my own camp so this one especially hits!! i reccomend for those good ol summer vibes!!) (tw // drinking for this one)
Waiting With You by @buoyantsaturn
oh boy buckle up if u want an angst ride because this fic tore me apart. i keep threatning cj with “dont pull another waiting with you”. that being said, very much feels like a movie while youre reading it, very fluffy in the middle, we love mutual pining.
Little Italian Boy by @buoyantsaturn
stream little italian boy by grace gilmore. youll get it. thats it.
The Clues by @thebluesideofmyworld
secret dating when done well is legit one of my favorite tropes of all time and this!!! this!!!!!!!!! its outsiders perspective also which is another one of my favorite tropes, and just little views on nicos life and i love it
So Come On, Talk it Out (your voice brought me back from the dead) by @buoyantsaturn
will solace, sponsered by kitkats, cj edition
no but if you read tower of nero you’ll really like this missing pieces pre-ton fic this is a really soft little fic with a bunch of easter eggs from the book in it, so i highly recommend! if you havent read ton yet and are still avoiding spoilers, come back to this one!
reaching for the sun (you, you, you) by moonswords (@tortadelimao)
i just read this one about 2 hours ago for the first time and i am Still thinking about it. its like the getting together that i literally feel like is canon and the vibes are Immaculate (also william “what about me looks straight” solace)
“Are we on a date right now?” by @unwieldyink
overworked will, nico helping out in the infirmary, first dates & hikes, canon compliant, we love to see it (also its an annie fic so ur required by law to read it)
Outrunning karma by Phantomxlgend
more will angst! featuring angry overworked will!
Everlasting Ring by minyoongurt (@blueblackslowtown)
i was Very excited when i read the summary of this one, and i think minyoongurt did a really good job!! healer will, injured nico, the whole dynamic. also i love the idea of nico only knowing “thank you” “go away” and “fuck you” in sign language. im pretty sure thats canon
The Little Thing by Rainbow_Mess
i belive this is also a pre-toa fic thats just exploring all the stuff we found out about will in ton and its very short and sweet :)
and of course, a few of my recent works for your consideration
who is he (and what is he to you?)
just doing my silly little tasks
i don’t need three bars to tell me we’re meant to connect
truly, madly, deeply
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🖊writerly conversation tag
tagged by @j-pping to do this amazing interview/reflections tag. of course she put together one of the most amazing tags ever because she is brilliant. thank you for tagging me angel!
questions below the cut!
2020
what was the most challenging part of writing this year?
gosh...i think for me the hardest bit was staying both motivated and inspired. a lot of my inspiration comes from being out in the world. im an introvert but i enjoy being out in the city around the noise and the people and the buildings on my own. the majority of my writing used to be done while riding the subway or on a weekend after id gone out somewhere. a lot of my fics are inspired by locations, and experiences within those locations. being inside for the majority of the year made it hard for me to remember how...people interact with or relate to the spaces around them. so i felt like a lot of the time staying inspired was coming from places within just me that felt inauthentic. i think my writing benefits from my ability to see multiple perspectives, so i felt like a lot of dialogue or writing itself was suffering just coming from me alone. it took a lot of work to ensure that it wasnt like that.
and then, motivation was also so hard. the internet and the news and everything about america, the planet, the everything was unrelenting and draining. we as people were privy to so much trauma this year, to the collapse and fracture of communities, lives, governments. there were several weeks at the end of may and into june where i just...couldnt. i had no energy for anything. it happened again in november after the election and the windfall of it. energetic tensions were so high it just felt so hard to push out words when things were breaking everywhere. like there were more important things i needed to focus on, and healing was one of them.
what was the most enjoyable/rewarding part of writing this year?
i enjoyed the new community of writers/friends i found by writing for bts again. they challenged me and pushed me to better myself. @jamaisjoons is so inspirational in the way she generates community and encourages relationships between storytellers. doing the summer bucket list pushed me out of my hermit hole for camp nano, and i cranked out molotov cocktail and felt so proud of it. it mattered so much to me because it was the first long thing id written after a period of feeling deceased, and it was so enjoyable because there was a sense of community around it. its easy to forget how essential having a support system in your creative community is.
what piece has left the most impact on you and why?
probably ciperion. words cannot express how proud i am of that story and the direction its going in. i read it back sometimes and i realize that my writing was elevated because of that piece. tbh molotov was responsible for that lift, but ciperion was just a whole other tier. ive also never written anything like that story before and it felt so good exploring the themes of seafaring and pirates.
what have you learned about yourself through the process of writing in the past year?
that i absolutely am someone who took for granted how inspiring the world is even if i see it as a stressor. but also that writing isnt necessarily about being inspired. its about pushing on when its hard. some of my best pieces came from that kind of push this year. 2020 felt like...a slog through most of it, but i kept pushing myself to write even when i was low and tired. i realized that some of my best writing comes from that push, when its not easy and when its difficult and i have to think harder. thats where i grow.
how has your writing changed in the past year? how have you grown?
i think im more syntax and detailed focused than i used to be. lately ive been experimenting with making the act of reading feel like pleasure. my favourite books are the ones where i read a sentence, and im moved because it felt nice to read or it felt powerful. the sentence itself had power, not the image it was trying to convey. somehow separate, if that makes sense. theres a lot i need to learn before i could go off comfortably and try to write a book, and this is what ive been trying to master. my attention to detail has grown, and sometimes i think thats a detriment. i think sometimes im too detailed and i dont leave my reader enough power on their own. im still finding that balance, but i think im pleased right now with what im trying to push myself to master.
2021
ignoring your wips for a second, if you had all the time and energy in the world to write your magnum opus piece, what would it be about? why is that the dream story you’d write, all other things controlled for?
ive had two books in my mind forever. one was originally being written as a fanfic in a different fandom before i stopped and realized its too big and so much more important, and is worth being a book id like to write. if i wrote an opus like this it would actually be a book id submit to publishers but ~
- hundreds of years in the future, society has learned how to cure most diseases. for those we cannot, the sick person can be cryogenically frozen for a period of time until a cure is found. there is, however, a limit to the length of time they are frozen. no one has ever been frozen for over 100 years, and the main character is a scientist embarking on the experiment to do just that. it is, effectively, time travel. the main character is rash, selfish, sarcastic - not a very nice person; invested in their work and science and little else. they freeze themselves and wake up in the future. during their time in rehab they have to confront the horror theyve made of themselves, the horror people have made of the future, learn to be vulnerable. they end up falling in love with another scientist etc etc. theres so much more to this story and the world is enormous. one day ill revisit it
- a fictional play on orpheus in the underworld where a female main character’s brother was sold by their mother to the goddess of the underworld (helena instead of hades) for eternal youth. the gods all live in a hotel (the concept of this main thing is being used in elysian fields but its not remotely the same) after they were removed from the heavens. main character (ophelia) must gather several totems from the gods to prove her worth and survive her trip into the underworld to rescue him. id like to not focus on a woman finding romance, and instead a woman finding herself, her strength, her devotion to family, her power, and connecting with her history.
how do you want to grow in your writing this year?
this year id like to find balance, like i mentioned above, with my need for detail and my trust in my readers. the balance between detail and dialogue. i want to try to condense my writing again so not everything is a goddamn series. the ideas i have are huge and thats great but i need to remember how to parse things again, while still maintaining impact.
what’s one thing you’d wish to see in the fan-writing community this year?
i want more community, in general. as a multi fan, i see pockets in the kpop fandom where it exists and im well and truly aware that its recently become incredibly hard to foster on the exo side. ill just say that. maybe i dont witness it or its happening amongst blogs i havent found or have not found me. i want to see less dialogue about ‘popular blogs,’ whatever that means; less focus on notes; less worries about statistics. i want people to remember that fandom is not about numbers, and the moment you make it about that is the moment you stop having fun. i want less fear from writers regarding sharing work they read and liked, less shame around it. i want to see more vocal communication for the things people like and don’t like, more engagement and more interaction. the concept of popular blogs is so ridiculous to me, because no one has any control over the metrics. no one has control over who follows them or reads their work except the person doing the actual reading. i want people to realize they hold so much power - a person with 10k notes has as much power as a person with 2 notes because sharing is what fosters community. i want this fandom to remember to share again.
name one new thing you want to try doing in your writing this year.
gosh i really love postmodernism in writing. think like mark z danielewski, who plays with the shapes of words or the act of holding a book - the physicality of it. id like to maybe write a choose your own adventure, or do something that encompasses multiple platforms. or even, more importantly, finish as still as sound and time runner. those are more reasonable goals. time runner actually is done, i just need to stop pressuring myself about it and edit it to get it up. asas, too, is largely done i just need to get my ass together. i have so many other ideas no one has ever seen i need to finish what ive started. thats a real goal.
tagging: @yehet-me-up @jamaisjoons @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @luffles424 @yoonia @shadowsremedy @chillingkoo @onherwings @inkedtae @ninibears-erigom @imdifferentshadesofpurple @readyplayerhobi @ditzymax @sugaurora @snackhobi @yeojaa @sahmfanficbts @xjoonchildx @johobi and anyone else who wants to do this. as always please only do so if comfortable or you want to!
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Hi! the post is a bit old now, but i'd be super interested to hear your ideas for ThunderClan culture...mainly because they are by far the most boring to me in canon, and i think its such a shame since they are the most well known clan. They feel like just the "default" protag clan and thus have the least individuality and interesting traits to expand on. As a result, even most fanfic thunderclans (that ive come across) are usually way less interesting then their neighbors. But I already really like the little bits you have written about them, and i'd love to see more. I WANT to like Thunderclan, they should be able to be cool!! if anyone could make me actually interested in a version of thunderclan, i think its you
This is so flattering of you to say, thank you so much! I’m very touched by the compliment.
I think being protagonist clan makes Thunderclan a challenge for some people to build up and work with, because if Thunderclan has a distinct culture, that’s going to shape the story and express itself through the characters, so, to some degree, you are giving up control of the narrative. It means a whole extra layer of things to juggle, and things you have to weight up against the story you want to tell--i.e., “would x actually happen here?” and “character y wouldn’t do z because they wouldn’t even think of that,” and so on. It can be super inconvenient, I think, especially if your focus is primarily a desire to explore a specific plot or concept, and/or if it’s not something you’re prepared for and used to managing as part of a story.
But when you’re writing from Thunderclan’s perspective, you only see glimpses of the other clans, so the writer can show the most interesting, most fun elements of those clans in brief, convenient moments--and doesn’t really have to think about or deal with the how and why of that world-building. In some ways, that can make the world-building for external clans a lot more stable and plausible, because it doesn’t have to hold up to the scrutiny of every day life and logic. You can see that kind of thing play out pretty often in typical fantasy settings, I think, where “home” is just the default dominant culture of the writer with a pseudo-medieval (or similar) veneer.
All this said, I am very proud and happy with my version of Thunderclan, and--not to sing my own song too loud, of course--but I am quietly confident that you will all enjoy them too. They’re definitely their own people, and many aspects of their lives you haven’t seen before.
#reply#something i like so much about how i've been writing these little cat stories so far is that i can jump about between times and clans#so ideally you get to have kind of a kaleidoscopic view of all the clans by the time i'm done.#i always felt that warriors is so perfect for this kind of anthology-of-stories approach.#and it's surprising (except not really) how little it's utilised in canon. it is so much fun to see the clans through each other's eyes.#but also i'm someone who believes every narrator is unreliable and *should* be considered as such so of course that appeals to me.#every character i write editorialises the truth based on their experience and personal beliefs because that is just so much fun.#anyway thank you again for writing in! this is a lovely message
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fanfic ask game: M
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
i’m gonna write another tyzula modern au at the request of @interstellarpumpkin after i’ve made some more progress on azula apart. thats gonna be a lot of fun involving a couple of broken bones, terrible driving, and a hospitalisation . light and fun and a little cheesy.
i’ve had a hama , katara and gran gran reunion idea at the back of my mind but im a little hesitant on it bc i would want to do it sensitively and i still need to do a lot of research on some things before i even begin writing. also i really love to ground my stories in the landscape/environment and i’ve never seen or touched snow so i’d be at a bit of a loss writing something set in the south pole (kind of silly but this is maybe my biggest hesitation beginning this work - i think connection to country and the natural environment would be hugely important for someone like hama who has been away from her home for so long). so this one is a big fat maybe
i received another request that i will eventually get to - an azula & izumi fic that would likely be part of my as a whole series. something that really delves into azula’s relationship w ursa.
and maybe one day i’ll try a cyberpunk au. maybe maybe maybe. this one would be a bit more unusual in style, a bit more fragmented and experimental and ive barely begun to think of plot ideas. would be fun to explore dystopian elements, politics, technology. think “the chase” but in the style of aeon flux lol. another big fat maybe
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Alive, indefinitely.
I.
So, since I’ve been dutifully informed that since this is my blog and I can post hwhatever I want, I thought I’d talk a little about my ‘fic ‘Alive, indefinitely’.
The ‘fic was birthed by me realizing the implications of Hussie’s revision that all burgundy bloods have the ability to commune with the dead. For the most part, I dislike his changes where the trolls from Homestuck proper become near stock representatives of their entire bloodcaste, but at least, this one has compelling subtext instead of just seeming lazy. And it is that the bloodcaste that has the ability to commune with the dead is also the bloodcaste that lives the shortest and is the most likely to have friends and acquaintences who die often.
And who better explore that topic than Aradia? So I wrote the ‘fic, and it did branch out to be about her, partially as her role as a rustblood on Alternia. And so it grew bigger than just exploring the subtext. I knew I wanted it in little numbered parts that made vignettes, as I’d been working on writing longer stories and was worried I was losing my edge in vignettes and short fiction. Though the resulting ‘fic ended up 1,677 words (I intended to keep it under 1,000, though I’m not disappointed!), I’m still very satisfied with it and think the vignettes work. With the numbering of the vignettes, I also wanted to do an sort of Epileptic Bicycle and start skipping around numbers, to show that there was different amounts of time passing, and that things were happening in between. And because I just thought it was neat. The idea of a story with missing numbered chapters is very compelling. And anyway, I did have a skip, with the penultimate vignette being 5, and the ultimate being 10 (which upon thought really does make the ‘a lifetime later’ after the 10 work out mathematically*), but it played nowhere near as a big role as I would want to. Maybe some other time.
*Which since all the numbers are roman numerals, 10 ends up being ‘x’, which as a symbol is associated with death. I planned none of that (or at least I don’t remember it consciously) but I will take credit, regardless.
II.
For a second I thought Tumblr was more competent than it is, so I tried to insert a line break, but Tumblr is not competent, so have a fancy second section with big roman numerals instead.
Anyway, I’m just going to note and comment on some specific parts of the passage, because I can.
The internet is wide and wonderful, and it is through there that she learns about archaeology, the wonders lying just beneath the ground and thinks, to be an archaeologist would be an awfully grand adventure.
What Aradia thinks is a fairly straightforward play on the phrase, ‘to die would be an awfully grand adventure’. It's a neat way to both tie back the theme, and it also spared me from figuring out exactly how to phrase it.
She finds especially good company with one boy, his troll tag resting at the top of her chumproll. He’s a rustblood like her, a bit reserved but passionate about the mystery book he’s writing. Occasionally he sends her snippets from it, and while it’s a bit clumsy, he is always eager to hear about her archaeological expeditions, so she never mentions it.
When I wrote this part, I suddenly realized I needed an unnamed rustblood to die. I also realized it would be a good idea to also characterize him a little bit before killing him off, so you get at least the idea of what his and Aradia’s relationship was like, so I decided to use one of my long-derelict fantrolls.
So she starts to rebel. She grows her hair out, longer than the modest shoulder-length cut she had before. She lets it become wild, a sign of her own spirit and power. She starts painting her lips and lining her eyes in burgundy, a mockery of the high bloods who wear their blue hues as a fashion statement.
This is a combination of two of my headcanons about Alternian society: that long, wild hair is seen as a sign of power and sexuality (as expressed by the Condesce and other highbloods), and that wearing hemo lipstick and eyeliner is a high blood fashion trend.
When she is five sweeps old, she makes another close friend. He’s a bit shy, but unapologetic about what he likes – his fiduspawn collection, pupa pan, FLARPing – and that, as much as she loves Sollux, is a breath of fresh air.
Tavros is often done dirty by fanfic and fan-interpretations of Homestuck, and it often intertwines with apologism for Vriska and her abuse of him. He’s treated as a perpetually and naturally weak and insignificant, when having a person who is abusive like Vriska will make anyone unsure and rattled like that. It takes some digging, as the majority of Homestuck takes after Vriska’s batted around Tavros for quite a while, but underneath her abuse (and the effects from that abuse at the hands of Alternian culture) it’s clear that he’s still that unapologetically dorky kid, and even cocky at times. In his trollhandle adiosToreador, he’s not the Toreador - he’s the bull. And hopefully I could express that well in the space that I could.
She befriends Karkat through Sollux, and Terezi through Karkat, and it’s through Terezi that she learns about Vriska.
This is one of several sentences in this ‘fic that employ a certain sense of repetition and rhythm. Part of that is because it gives a motif of time, which is tied to death and destruction in Homestuck, and the other half is because I just... really like writing ‘em.
She still talks with Tavros, however, but now he’s uncertain, hesitant and ashamed, and a fair number of times when she trolls him he doesn’t reply, and when he does more than anything he talks about the things he’s experienced in his dreams, and she knows exactly who has been trolling him even if he doesn’t say it and –
– and Aradia watches her friend become a living ghost, bit by bit.
This is place where I forwent canon the most, earning the ‘fic its ‘mild timeline fudgery’ tag. Throughout writing this ‘fic I constantly had a tab open to either a page in Homestuck or the wiki, or both, in order to make sure I stayed as accurate to Alternian culture that I could (at least, in Homestuck proper). While there were a lot of gaps that I got fill in for myself, it’s just plain canon that Aradia sends the ghosts after Vriska immediately after she knows that Tavros is likely going to be paraplegic for the rest of his life. But I had written the sentence already (one of my favourite lines, really), and it just makes for a better story, at least in this ‘fic. So I kept it like that.
There’s also a sort of cut-and-paste fudge in that sentence, too. I remembered that Tavros spent most of his time dreaming on Prospit just so he didn’t have to deal with Vriska’s abuse, but as it turns out, it happens after she god-tiers. So I just turned it into regular dreaming and thereby folded into the above canon discrepancy. But it’s definitely based on that later detail.
iv.
The shock of seeing Sollux actually at her hive is quickly overtaken by the shock that courses through her veins right after she realizes what is about to happen, and far too late to do anything about it.
I knew pretty early that I wanted the vignette of her death to be one sentence long, though I certainly ended up stretching that one sentence fairly far. Either way, it’s very isolated from the rest of the ‘fic, which is fairly on-par for the ‘fic style where a particularly hard-hitting or important sentence gets its own paragraph. Anyway, everyone knows how the story ends, and it’s sudden for Aradia, so I think putting it in one sentence both works structurally and artistically.
She’s tired of temporal inevitability.
She’s free of the endless orders and voices of the dead.
She, for the first time in her life, feels truly alive.
Instead of the pale shadows that clung to her hive, the hollow ghosts that people left behind, the dream bubbles are filled with countless iterations of her friends, and numerous others.
But even then, dying and waking up in foreign surroundings is a shock.
And really, there’s no-one else who would be a better guide to greet the dead.
At this point, I feel again, that going into detail would be dragging things out. I also wanted it to feel significantly different from the rest. So, where the other parts of the story are told through a sort of rolling tone of voice, through ‘the lens of age old history’ the rather straightforward sentences here are meant to sound very present.
#Homestuck#Aradia Megido#Fanfiction#Hemospectrum#Long post-#Commentary#Andrew Hussie's Earthbound fanfiction
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Dkqlpvowpcpde I've gone absolutely stir crazy (im legit sick lmao but sleep is for people who can handle being sick and doing nothing at the same time) and this sounds a bit unrealistic but I read over 600 pages (word to page converter lmao) of fanfiction yesterday and I've been reading a lot in week so I can safely say I've read at least a thous pages worth of fanfic of varying fandoms. I have seen a lot of shit™ (and gold) but after clearing through the bnha section I was wondering why no one ever had All Might have already chose Mirio as a successor but helping Midoriya get strong anyways. After all All Might didn't just take interest in hime as a successor, Midoriya just personified what it meant to him to be a hero. So what if All Might did train him without passing on One for All??? The Bnha fandom seems big into au so why not this one
Reasons why this is a distinct and lovely possibility:
Novelty factor. Not many people (none Ive seen but havent cleared out the bnha tag yet- I will but not yet)
Dad Might
All Might training him serves as a realistic catalyst for thee growth and strength, abilities, and confidence that Midoriya needs in the beginning
Open-ended; you can still do your vigilante au because who says he'd be able to get into ua? Or that his main goal was vigilantism and All Mights training was a means to that end?
Tone. It sets a less angsty tone.
Character writing is much easier when you stick closely to what you already know of the character. Less changes to past= Less changes to personality.
This way Midoriya gets to prove that he's not worthless but as a quirkless kid. I think all of us can agree a little that while him getting a powerup was exciting it was kind of a bit of a letdown in that: it requires less intricate fight scenes, is not that morally uplifting, sort of pushes the idea that the quirkless are useless which kind of detracts from Horikoshi's main theme (or at least it seems to be shaping up that way manga wise) of quirk discrimination and superiority based purely off of fighting power (not to even mention his new power up quirks), makes the level up pacing a bit off?? (Don't get me wrong Horikoshi did brilliant at slowing down the pacing and maintaining the risk with the bone breaking).
Quirklessness is an improvement for when he fights Bakugou quirkless and wins (double the satisfaction), when he talks to Shinso or Monomo or any of the support peops, when compared to villains the foil will be heavier.
Narratively, it makes a lot of sense. (Is this even a real reason lmao)
Mirio deserves One for All. It also makes sense for Mirio to have had One for All sooner since he stands for the same ideals Midoriya and All Might do but has put in the work beforehand for it, has Nighteye's respect, and has a quirk that could be pretty kickass in combination.
Without having a quirk you can put in more angst my dude
I wonder if Midoriya can make peace with his past self when he now has a powerful quirk. Can he maintain his past ideals when he is totally different person from before? Does he see his past self as useless? Will he resent who he used to be when quirkless? Will his past mindset of being worthless and quirkless reflect in his current views of quirks???
A lot of narrative possibilities of where he could go.
I want to read it
Big Three and Midoriya relationship I guess
Separation of Midoriya's fanboyness from his heroness- not saying those are bad but it could definitely be read that his admiration for All Might holds him back as a person and hero, which was explored in the original.
Can still make All Might's secret love child jokes
Midoriya can still feel respected by his idol All Might
Its nice to see hard work rewarded
Good affirmation to us readers (none of which are superhumans and all of which whom feel like the world is too big for them) that if it's possible, no matter how implausible, ot can be done.
All Might is the Shit™
Open ended from there with what to do narratively.
It would hugely alter the rest of 1a (whether he joins the class or not)s opinions of him, their chemistry in ways that are entirely up to author but are guaranteed to be more complicated
This fic idea thing isn't really my idea or unique since Im like 90% sure someone's written a fic like this before. I'm not even certain that I'm listing this as a prompt so much as I am rambling into the void about a fic I'd like to see.
#i appreciate fic authors#oh btw Im a very fast reader#not to flex#somebody write this#Im actually not the hugest big three fan#i do love them and their super fun group chemistry personalities and character designs#i would watch an anime based around them#but like. my favs are not them#mina is best girl#we didnt even get into the shit it would cause with bakugou#or how it could be used as a turning point to entirely different morals#ckakgllslcsfss#i love slight aus cause they can completely change everything and nothing at the same time
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CHAPTER II
“Eyes at the heights of my baby
Let's hope at the fight of my baby
The lights were as bright as my baby
But your love was unmoved ...”
- As It Was, Hozier
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That night, after Sansa's announcement to the Night’s Watch, she dined with Jon on his camera. There was much to be talked about, but none of them could utter a word. She, on the other hand, couldn’t understand why he hadn’t reacted positively at once to the possibility of returning home. But Jon was afraid. Afraid of all the implications it might bring to the North – and to Sansa. Many nobles in the Six Kingdoms, followers of Daenerys, hated him and he didn’t blame them.
What the fuck! He really wanted to go home ...
"One hour you'll have to say something." Sansa fired the words as she set her plate aside after being satisfied with her soup.
Jon shook his head, eyes distant and thoughtful as he always was.
"To be honest, I'm scared. I am afraid this will bring political trouble for you and for our home."
"I've talked to Bran, he agrees, you have to go home!" She exclaimed showing anger at her words and it startled him at little.
"Why do you want me to come back? You seem fine on your own." There was no malice in Jon's words, he really admired the work Sansa was doing.
Arya was right, she really was the smartest person he ever met.
"We are a family. Me, you, Arya and Bran. And more than that, we spent a lot of time being the only support and comfort of the other. You and me."
Jon was silent, this time letting Sansa finish what she had to say:
"I need you, Jon. Our home needs you. The North needs you."
He took a deep breath, thoughtful. Jon pondered too much and that was something that bothered Sansa, almost ever. He put his hand over hers and squeezed in comfort, smiling for a moment and then stood up from the table and walked around the room as a thousand things went through his head.
Sansa left his chambers. It was the best, if she had stayed, they would engage in a fight and she needed him to have more reasons to go home and not stay away from her.
“You seem troubled, my Queen…”
Sansa sighed and turn her head to the sound of Brienne’s voice.
“I am not your Queen, Brienne, I am your friend.”
“I consider myself half north, half south.”
“And I consider myself full north but something feels empty inside of me.”
Sansa was sewing a cloak for Jon. She had brought several of them – made it by herself – to him but that one needed its final adjustments.
“Is it something about Jon? About him going back home?”
The needle at her hands was heavier than ever. She should have yelled with him earlier that night. Things was stocked inside of her, millions questions.
“He didn’t react quite as I was expecting…”
“If he’s happy here…”
“He’s not. And that’s the problem. Neither I am.” Sansa replied not allowing Brienne to finish her sentence.
“Why do you want him to go back home so much?”
That was a golden question. And Sansa didn’t have that answer in her hands. Why? Things changed, Arya found her calling and so has Bran. She was Queen and Jon was back to where he was before. She tried to think the place he belonged but those words were fucking wrong for her to swallow.
At the other day, Sansa and Jon went Beyond the Wall. It was a place she had never put her feet so she was a little bit curious about and asked Jon if he could take her for a short view and he was happy to do it.
"The cold gave in a lot, but there is still a lot to recover after the Long Night. Many plants are unfruitful, reclusive animals ... "
"How the free folk are feeding themselves?"
"They are exploring lands closer to the Wall. Further west was also not so affected, for some reason the cold wasn’t so strong there. "
"If they want and if you find it appropriate, we can allow them to hunt in the North. At least until all this situation is restored."
Jon stopped his horse for a second and stared at Sansa with a discreet smile on his face. "That's very generous of you, Sansa."
"Many of them gave their lives for us. And they had more losses than us. And if there’s one thing I learned from all this is that we should take care of everyone around us because we are interdependent. "
"And how it was your post war?" He asked.
“How it was your post war? Your post all the shits it came out from your life…”
Jon laughed but the smile couldn’t reach his eyes.
“Besides everything?” It was rhetorical question Jon did trying to joke with the subject.
“What you mean by everything?”
He could visibly see that something had bothered her in his words.
“I don’t know, Sansa. I preferred not to think about. There’s not much I can do so the best for me is not to really think…”
That was so Jon, scared of facing feelings and his psychological shit.
“You can’t run forever, Jon. Someday all of the implications of this you came to you, you know it will.”
“It changed something for you, my true parenthood?”
“It does.” She was fast in her answer. “But not my love to you. You know it won’t.”
“That hasn’t changed for me either.”
“Good.” She said receiving a squeeze at her shoulders from him.
They rode through lands far beyond North. Jon showed Sansa how the forest and the woods changed drastically just by crossing the Wall. Some rivers were thawing, and fish could already be seen in abundance. Jon taught her how to fish only with a stick and they laughed when she already managed to catch a big one on her first try.
They decided to visit Tormund, taking all the food they had hunted in the lake. Of course, the redhead big man made a party when he saw Jon and the young Queen, especially after Sansa communicated her decision to him.
"If your people are finding it difficult here, we have fertile lands and we need people to look after them in the North." She paused, both walking together both walking together through the village of his clan, to the tent where she would sleep with Jon so that both could ride back to the Wall tomorrow morning. "Even if the desire in your heart is to stay here, spread the word. We are friendly lands now and the Wall is just a symbol that from there you have your own leadership. "
“It’s very kind of you, Your Grace. I’ll let my people know.”
Sansa sighed when they both was already at the tent where Jon was tidying blankets so that the cold couldn’t bother them at night, which already gave indications that it would be very cold.
“Is not much but it’s the best we have.” Tormund said, now speaking about the place she was going to sleep.
Sansa smiled not really caring about the lack of luxury of the place. Those people were happy, always smiling and everything was such a big celebration for them that she was loved being around the free folk.
“It’s perfect.” She was honest at her words and he noticed.
Tormund left and Sansa joined Jon inside de small place. It’s incredible how the leather they used to cover the tent already allowed the place to be so much hotter than outside.
“I believe that will hold us for the night.” Jon affirmed taking a final look in what he arranged.
His sword and cloak were left by the side of what it may seems to be a big bed made it by several of blankets covering a big amount of straw. After Sansa got rid of her dress and loosened the tightness of her corset, she tasted the softness of the bed and over-approved the work Jon had done there.
“Tired?” He asked throwing a last blanket over her.
“So much…”
Jon sighed and got rid of the parts of his clothes that would bother him that night. Until they both were under cover, both tired but not able to sleep.
“What I am to you Jon?”
“Forgive-me?” He said feeling confused with sudden question.
“You said everything changed.”
“Should I re-classify us?” He was being ironic.
“I just… need to know.”
Outside the lack o light indicated that many had already gone sleep while they both were talking staring into nowhere.
“What you want to know?”
“I am still your sister? Have I ever been your sister? I mean… we never had what you have with Arya.”
Jon felt something awkward inside of him, he was sudden concerned if he ever did something that hurt Sansa enough to make her question those things.
“Have I said something that hurt you?”
“No. Never.” She paused and then turned her eyes to him. “You could never hurt me.”
“And I won’t.”
The spark was thrown. After that, everything would be like an explosion. Inside them, of course. Jon took Sansa's hand in his and they both remained silent while their minds were in a deafening racketing.
He loved his sister – or cousin –, he was absolutely sure of that. His feelings of protecting and caring never changed either. But something was different. And what it was? What could possibly change if the rest was almost the same? And why?
Has it ever changed really?
Sansa’s chest was beating faster than ever. The sort of silence Jon gave to her question got her and she wasn’t comfortable with that situation – the reactions in her body. And as Jon was caressing her hand slowly, she felt the emptiness leaving her chest.
And Sansa saw herself wanting more of that. She always wanted – she just couldn’t admit – but now things were becoming a little bit clear in her head.
“I won’t pressure you to go home but … I need you, Jon. I really do. And that’s one of the things it will never change.”
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NOTES:
1. I am sorry again for spelling mistakes. I try my best but I am not such a pro in English. Not even in my main language.
2. I am very happy with all the reach me and littlegirlinvisible is having after the first chapter. It may not be much for some but for me it's a lot.
3. Reblog, like and comment if you're enjoying.
4. You're all free to give me prompts and ideas. I am also open to request for another works.
Follow the tag # swan song jonsa fanfic to see the posts and the gifsets whenever you want..
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I sincerely hope that everyone is enjoying it.
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CHAPTER INDEX:
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
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Tagged by @asroarke @octannibal-blake @youleftme-clarke
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Fandoms You Write for: The 100. I’ve been writing for 15 months, and this is my first - and so far only - fandom for it, though I’ve been a fanfic reader for centuries now.
Where you post: AO3 and very rarely, here on tumblr
Most popular one shot: Assessment which I wrote as an alternate canon story after 5x07 because I wanted Murphy to go back for Raven in Shallow Valley.
Most popular Multi-Chapter: Only Then You’ll See. This is my alternate S6 story, set after they wake up from cryo. It’s currently 78k and 16 chapters, and it’s got a little bit of everyone in it, though it is primarily a Raven/Murphy fic. I haven’t finished this one as quickly as I - or everyone kind enough to read it - would like, but this WILL be my focus for NaNoWriMo this November and I hope to complete it then! Cross your fingers and I am READY!
Favorite story you wrote: This is really tough, because I genuinely do love everything I write, simply because I had the motivation to do it and it was a story I felt like I needed to tell. I have said this before, but I am proud of What You Need, because it is darker than anything else I’d previously written and really taught me that I’m not confined to a particular box when I write. I also really have a soft spot for my Project Insight series. There’s 1 completed work in it now, and I do have a plan for a second story at some point. I like it because I really started playing around with some sci-fi ideas in this one and it lets me explore some of the Becca & ALIE technology that I am so curious about.
Story you were nervous to post: Aw, jeez, for SURE For Your Own Good, which is definitely my least popular story, LOL! It seriously pushed my own boundaries, it’s definitely in the bad-wrong column (and I wrote it from a t100 Kink Meme prompt), and it’s not one I necessarily go back and reread much either... but, I’m overall happy with it, all things considered! I wanted to see if I could take a really awkward situation that I wasn’t exactly comfortable with myself and still make it feel like a Murven story, and IMHO, I did that, and I feel like I did it in a way that was true to my fave characters and the storyline (such that it is, ha!).
How do you choose your titles: Sometimes song lyrics, definitely. And I really love the way Raven & Murphy look at each other so a lot of my titles are inspired by phrases that suggest vision or seeing in some way.
Do you outline: Yes and no? I don’t think what I do is a serious outline, but it’s my version of it. I have a general sense of the beginning, middle & end of a story, but I’m overall more of a ‘pantser’ than a ‘plotser’. I’m pretty lucky in that inspiration just seems to STRIKE me with these two.
Complete number of stories: 24, all on ao3, all of ‘em Raven & Murphy centered but I do throw a bunch of other couples in there too
In progress: 2 current WIPs on ao3, but lots, lots, LOTS more on my computer. And what feels like a million ideas....
Do you accept prompts: Yeah, I mean I don’t really go around asking for them, but my inbox is always open! I can’t say for sure that I’ll write every idea, but I do love the Murven fans out there who very thoughtfully & enthusiastically read what I put out, and I’d love to try and make people happy, so if you have a prompt, feel free to share it! Just know that even if I don’t get to it right away, it’s because I mostly write the story that is most urgent in my head.
Upcoming Story you are most excited about: Oh man oh man oh man! Part of me doesn’t even want to type this out because I AM so excited to write it, but I’m forcing myself to complete both of my current WIPs BEFORE I start this one! I had an idea for an alternate S6 that starts about 3 months before they all wake up from cryo. As we know, Alpha was not the only settlement that Eligius III established - and what if one of those settlements picked up on the movement of the Eligius IV before everyone woke up? Eek, I’m really excited about this one - of course it will be Murven-centered, but this fic will have more Octavia than I’ve written before and I’m absolutely going to have her paired with Niylah. I seriously cannot WAIT to get started on this one!!! I hope everybody will like it - I have not seen this concept before although granted I mostly read Murphy/Raven so I don’t know everything that’s out there.
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Ive seen lxc/wwx appear a lot here, so now im kinda curious about that for the ask meme?
When I started shipping it if I did: I’m not sure myself? The thought of them hit me as an angsty idea but them they grew on me until I began shipping them.
My thoughts: I think they would be able to work, but not perfectly you know? Lan Xichen would love Wei Wuxian’s vibrancy and how he adds excitement to everything. Wei Wuxian would love Lan Xichen’s nobility and the way he indulges him with everything he does.
What makes me happy about them: Honestly, the angst that they would give Lan Wangji I want Lan Xichen to be happy and I think Wei Wuxian would rock his world.
What makes me sad about them: They cannot happen without Lan Wangji suffering heartbreak.
Things done in fanfic that annoys me: THERE AREN’T ANY
Things I look for in fanfic: A well written fic.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Lan Wangji or Wen Ning for Wei Wuxian. Nie Mingjue or Jiang Cheng or Jiang Yanli for Lan Xichen.
My happily ever after for them: Happily married in the Cloud Recesses with Wei Wuxian running off to explore and night hunt every other month.
Who is the big spoon/little spoon: Lan Xichen is big spoon. Wei Wuxian just sort of lays on him and calls it cuddling.
What is their favorite non-sexual activity: They discuss and debate Wei Wuxian’s experiments and inventions together (Lan Xichen is always blown away when he comes up with something no one else has ever thought before)
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Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Word count: 1,637
Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?
Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig
Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)
Okay im sorry ill begin~
A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry
Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki
I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them
Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps
Anyway
you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year
You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is l i t
Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??
Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8
First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i d i e for those plots okay
But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you
But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml
And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L
He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies
But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning
Oh, just me? Okay…
He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you
Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE
That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes
And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall
And ur like well shit nvm
And u quickly get ur shit and go because das a w k w a r d
But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up
A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone
On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you
But u dont mind because he smells nice
And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because
1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work
2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent
Ur like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”
He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing
One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week
But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school
Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself
And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long
But you agree anyway
And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks
And his mom loves you
Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”
When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.
finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise
Shit
You like him
Like a lot
And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen
But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out
Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms
And its like the best feeling ever
Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you
You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep
And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch
But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping
Nope not creepy at all
its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)
You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”
And you’re like w a t
So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is
And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me
And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”
Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up
Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him
And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on
“Omfg y/n i can explain-”
He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone
And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out
But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.
Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”
Or Maybe thats just my mom idk
You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him
When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”
You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you
And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”
And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not
And he is so down for that
But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you
And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.
Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his
But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t
Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this
And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight
And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute
It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other
That was definitely the night you fell in love with him
Which is big because you thought love was gross
The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”
And ur like duh
You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks
He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini
You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.
Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last
UNTIL HE CHEATED
Lmao jk gotcha bitch
My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat
Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy
He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down
But ofc you set some boundaries.
There were lines he couldn’t cross
I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick
Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend
I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.
Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite
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Shaken: A Pre-X-Files Fic
Shaken: A Pre-X-Files Fic
Author: scully-eats-sushi
Rating: PG (but please don’t let that stop you from reading!)
A/N: I was inspired to write this by a request from @cryptidneet, referencing this post here, about a deleted scene from Demons (4x23): https://dunhamhairograpy.tumblr.com/post/168263757382/deleted-scene-demons-mrs-mulder-and-scully-that. Also tagging @today-in-fic. This is a little bit on the sadder side. Angst is a really hard one for me to write, apparently.
Trigger warning (no pun intended) for epilepsy/seizure disorder.
i. August 1970.
"Fox, can you please help me build this? Fox?" Samantha glanced over at her older brother from her spot on the carpet, a pile of legos at her feet. He was ignoring her again. She poked him on the arm. "Fox! Please help me! Can you stop watching T.V. right now?...Fox! You always do this!" she huffed. The five-year-old sighed, hauling herself up onto her feet. She stormed off, walking through the kitchen and dining room before she found her mother in the salon, reading a ladies' magazine and sipping something that was light green in color and had ice cubes in it.
"Mommy, Fox is ignoring me again. He won't help me. And I asked nicely."
Without glancing up from her magazine, Teena Mulder replied, "Samantha, darling, sometimes boys can be like that. Especially with their little sisters." Or their wives. "Why don't you go outside and play instead?"
With a sad look on her face, Samantha replied, "But Mommy, I already played outside with Katherine today. I want to build the lego castle that I saw in that picture. I know I could do it with some help."
Trying to keep a look of annoyance off her face, her mother glanced up at her daughter. "So try asking Fox again. Or just do your best by yourself."
Dejected, Samantha returned to the family room. At hearing her footsteps, her brother looked up at her.
"Hey, Twerp. Where ya been?"
"Fox, I asked you to help me with my legos and you didn't say anything. You just stared at the T.V."
"No, you didn't, Sam. I didn't hear you say anything like that."
"Fo-ox, yes I did. Don't lie! Can you help me with that castle, please?”
"Okay, okay, fine, Squirt," he grumbled. Little sisters were so annoying. "Show me the picture." Sensing his disdain, she shot him a glare. But they silently agreed on a truce and both turned to their task. The lego castle was finished before they were called for dinner.
ii. March 1972.
Samantha sat chatting with her mother at dinner while her father, seated at the other end of the table, was occupied speaking to a tall man she had never seen before. She glanced to her right at the man, but quickly looked back toward her mother. She knew only that she did not like that man very much. There was something about his eyes and his mouth that made him look mean--no, sinister. She had just learned that word, and it seemed to fit him. Besides, he stunk like too many yucky cigarettes. Her father only really smoked cigars sometimes so he usually didn't smell like that man who was over for dinner.
Samantha suddenly noticed that Fox was no longer speaking. He was currently staring at nothing as far as she could tell. She watched him, wondering why he was so quiet. He was usually very talkative, especially when there were other adults at the table. Sometimes he was so curious that it upset their father.
Her mother interrupted the little girl's thoughts. "Bill, can I have the casserole, please?" asked Teena Mulder.
Without looking up from his conversation, Bill Mulder picked up the casserole dish and held it out for his son to take. "Fox, pass this to your mother."
When there was no response and the dish hadn't been taken from his hand, Bill turned to his son. "Fox. Fox! Look at me, boy!"
By now all attention was on Fox, who sat motionless.
Teena glanced back toward the other side of the table, her eyes meeting those of the man seated there. She nervously bit her lip, then looked at her husband.
"Maybe there's something wrong with him, Bill."
"There's nothing wrong with the boy, Teena. He's not paying attention. His teacher called to say that he has been staring off into space when he should be listening to her, didn't she?"
Samantha's attention returned to the strange man as he silently watched Fox.
She noticed that he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and brought it to his lips before he seemed to decide not to light it at the table.
iii. June 1973.
A scream echoed through the house. Teena Mulder hurried out of her bedroom and down the stairs to the family room, where she had earlier left her children reading.
"Mommy, Mommy, Fox fell down. Look at him!"
Teena gasped at the sight of her son on the floor. His arms and legs were shaking and his eyes were blinking rapidly. "Fox, oh my baby. Fox, do you hear me?" She held him down, continuing to yell his name loudly. There was no response. Noticing the blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth, she screamed, "Samantha, call 911!"
Samantha ran to grab the phone off the kitchen wall and dialed. In her fear, she didn't remember what she told the woman on the phone.
iv. May 1997.
Mulder sat behind his desk, looking down at his file. He had only just returned to work. He felt her eyes on him, and looked up at his partner.
"What is it, Scully?" he asked gently.
"Mulder," she sighed. "When I spoke with your mother, she mentioned that you had had seizures as a child. Petit mal, what we call 'absence seizures' now. That's not in your medical file. Why didn't you tell me before?"
"My parents and I didn't know I was having them until I actually had my first grand mal seizure and I was taken to the hospital. That was when my mother learned that I had been having other symptoms. I guess my mother didn't want to tell you that the seizures progressed. It's probably embarrassing to her."
Scully heard the note of irony and sarcasm in his voice.
"Anyway, it was getting worse that last year before...Sam." He looked up at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts. "They never came back, later. So I never said anything. It's not relevant."
He looked up to see the sad look in her eyes. He couldn't take her pity and didn't want her sympathy right now.
"Forget it, Scully. It's over." He looked up at her, the corner of his mouth turned up in a small, sad smile. "How are you feeling?"
v. January 2018.
Mulder helped Scully into her apartment, following her closely as she walked gingerly.
"Do you need me to stay with you, Scully? Do you think that there's any danger for you? More seizures?"
The care in his eyes, in his voice, broke her. She turned into him and he held her while she cried.
"I guess now we have something else in common, Mulder. I now know what it feels like after having a seizure."
He kissed the top of her head. "Yes, but I was never in a car accident after one, Scully," he said, with a touch of dark humor. She let out a small laugh through her tears.
"Will you stay here tonight?"
"Of course I will," he responded. There was never any question.
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Additional author's notes (sorry, it's long): I don't know if the "extra-canon" idea of Mulder having epilepsy as a child has been explored before in fanfic; I haven't seen it before. In the original script for Demons, Mrs. Mulder mentions in an off-hand way to Scully that he had "petit mal seizures" as a child. Today, these are referred to as "absence seizures" and are characterized by symptoms such as staring off into space, subtle uncontrolled movements, and temporary loss of awareness/consciousness. I also chose to describe that young Mulder progressed to having "tonic-clonic seizures" (what was previously referred to as "grand mal seizures"). This is the type of epilepsy usually pictured when people think of seizures: convulsions, uncontrolled seizing up of the limbs, falling if they're upright, complete loss of consciousness followed by periods of sleep or lethargy, unconscious biting down on the ends of one's tongue leading to blood dribbling out of the mouth. I had to do a little bit of research on this topic, and I tried to make the family reaction realistic for the early 1970s, and for what we know of the Mulders. Nowadays, in many cases epilepsy can be controlled with medication, and many people like marijuana for epilepsy, of course.
Note: I wrote that Teena Mulder held her son down. Please do not hold anyone down if they're having a seizure. Just make sure there is no immediate danger around them. If possible, move items away from them and do not move the victim. Make sure they don't fall into something, but aside from that, keep physical distance.
Why Mulder stopped having seizures after age 12 (again, that came from the original script) is an interesting thought to ponder... Sometimes that can just happen, but how much do we believe in coincidence?
The idea from Cryptidneet for this little story spoke to me, probably because (as a few of you know) one of my kids is epileptic and he has had a few instances of tonic-clonic seizure clusters, consisting of several long seizures over a period of a few hours, over the last 3.5 years. His epilepsy is generally well controlled on medication. However, his last set of seizures was in early June, and his doctor determined the dosage he had been on was too low. It happened on the eve of what would have been our black belt test, which made the experience doubly emotional and painful, not least because he's also autistic and he (we both) felt the disappointment very deeply for a long time. (The black belt test is now scheduled for one month from now, in early September.) I will never forget the kindness of a few friends who kept me virtual company while I was with him in the hospital and not able to speak with my husband, who was 3000 miles away and didn't know what was happening at the time.
@cryptidneet, I don’t know if this is at all what you were looking for. But I hope you like it, even though I’m by far not one of the best authors in this fandom.
P.S. I had another prompt from another lovely friend and I'm sorry that the writing for that just hasn't come to me yet! I will try my best to get my head around it at some point in the foreseeable future.
#my writing#my fic#TW: epilepsy#early Fox Mulder#angst#pre-TXF#original script#Demons#deleted scene#I don't know if this is what you wanted#but I hope you like it#Cryptidneet#prompt#also post-episode#for MSIII#I guess
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My Fanfics - Master Post
Completed Fics
Chained (part 1 of the Bound Trilogy) - Rated M
Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren & Rey, Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Snoke (Star Wars), Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Leia Organa, Poe Dameron, Force Bond (Star Wars), creepy kylo, Tough Rey, Luke is a complex character, Everybody is damaged it just is a matter of how much, Slow Burn, First of a Trilogy
Canon compliant through TFA, my exploration of the idea of a force bond between Rey and Kylo. Funny thing, I really didn’t think they’d do it in canon, so this is one of my few fics that actually have a force bond between them.
Trigger warning for an attempted dream rape sequence and child abuse in a Rey flashback dream. Canon typical violence.
Summary
Kylo Ren has found himself fixated on the girl he captured on Takadona. The girl who had somehow managed to best him on Starkiller. The girl who he now realizes is the one from his dreams, the girl in the veil who he has endlessly chased and never catches. The girl that he now appears to be strangely linked to, able to feel over light years of space.
If there is one certainty in his life, it's that this girl will be his, that he will capture her and she will submit to him
Rey survived Kylo Ren and escaped Starkiller, only to find him haunting her. Whispering in her head and finding her in her dreams. Sent to find Luke Skywalker, Rey finds herself training, learning to use her powers, soon realizing that she was being hunted by the monster she defeated but left alive. The monster who's mind now seems linked directly to hers.
Chained together by a force bond, the two adversaries begin to understand the potential and dangers of this link between them.
Snare - Rated M
Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren & Rey, Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Leia Organa, Original Characters, unnamed-background-Resistance-members™️, Luke Skywalker, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Han Solo, Finn (Star Wars), TFA flip script, And less in a toss the pages in the air kind of way and more of a I put the script in a blender, Dark!Creepy!Luke, Neither side is black or white, everyone is morally grey, characters that are just slightly out of character, On Purpose, It's hard to explain, you'll understand once you read it, Slow Burn
A flip script of TFA that has a Resistance ambush set up in Tuanal and let’s the story deviate from there. Lots of turning themes and arcs and scenes from TFA on their head, so the story feels familiar, but you still just never know for sure what to expect.
Summary
Kylo walked into a trap set up by the Resistance when the First Order raided San Tekka's village. He's now found himself alone in the desert, on a planet crawling with Resistance and Resistance allies and a bounty on his head that is going to have the locals all interested in capturing him.
Pro Forma (Part 1 of Pro Forma Universe) - Rated M
Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Armitage Hux, Leia Organa, space ball
Written using this work of @elithien as my prompt. A space ball in neutral territory where Rey and Kylo once again cross paths.
Preview
Did it even matter? He had been a boy still, the last time he’d been in the same room with his mother. The last time he heard her voice, they hadn’t talked over a com either since then. They had written, there was that, though he had written far more than she wrote back. Dutiful son and Jedi padawan that he had been, he wrote faithfully. She wrote back when she found the time, which, as it always had been with finding time for her family, had been rarely.
Hux swept his way towards the group surrounding the Vice-Chancellor, puffing himself out. He had seen Organa, that was certain. His motives for joining whatever conversations were taking place was certainly to kriff with her. It was what the little prick did best.
Why was he even still standing here? He needed to move, needed to get out of sight. If she looked over at Hux as he approached them, she would see him. Surely, there was nothing good that could come from her knowing he was here. Taking a step back, he began to turn when another figure stepped next to his mother.
Her. The girl. The scavenger.
Six of Swords (part 1 of Arcana)
A little post TLJ angsty force bond ficlet I wrote for ceallaigheirinn for the underated Reylo secret santa. Became the first in what will hopefully be a Tarot inspired ficlet collection.
Six of Swords - A regretful but necessary transition. Being forced to let go of something to which you were attached. A journey that is necessary to leave turmoil behind and find calmer waters.
Reversed, limbo, being unable to move on, let go of baggage.
Works In Progress
Something to Love - Rated M - Ch 14/?
Kylo Ren/Rey, Finn/Rose Tico, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Jessika Pava, Rey and Kylo ran away together, Sadly they're not going to be able to live happily ever after, Just when they think they were free they get pulled back in, Reylo babies, These two love each other, War's a bitch, six years or so later, General Finn, Admiral Poe Dameron, Commander Jessika Pava, Snoke is still a creep, The Resistance are kind of assholes too, General Finn Tico, Angst, So much angst
A runaway AU and a Reylo Baby AU, where Kylo and Rey ended up both abandoning the fight and running away together. Be prepared for angst and to hate characters you didn’t realize you could hate. Seriously, this fic is kinda non-stop emotional abuse of my readers.
Summary
Six years ago they ran.
For four years they've been living in peace, away from the chaos and the war that continues to rage.
Rey and Kylo have built a family and a home on an isolated moon in wild space. For four years with no conflict or run ins with either the First Order or the Resistance, they've allowed themselves to relax and breath, thinking that maybe both sides of the conflict have decided to leave them behind. But the war isn't done with them yet, and when they find themselves forcibly dragged back into the fray, Rey must choose to fight again to protect her children and the man she loves.
Apathetic Synergy - Rated M - Ch 15/?
Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren & Rey, Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren
I really need to up my tag game on this fic, lol. This is an AU where Rey is captured at the end of TFA by the First Order and is put under Kylo’s care.
Preview
She twisted on the bed, bending as much as the restraints would let her, ignoring the pain of her still healing side and tuning out the steady, irritating beep of the medbay equipment. Her focus was on the clear line running down to the connection to her vein. The medics had come again, added the drugs to IV bag without any acknowledgement of her before leaving. It’s effects were already starting to be felt. Soon it would sweep her away into an unfocused daze.
If she let it.
Catching the line on the guardrail of the bed, she twisted her arm against the restraint, pulling the line taut, biting her lip against the pain of the catheter twisting in her vein. With a slow, steady pull, she felt the needle of the line slip out of the catheter, just enough that the drip would run off and not into her body. The line was close enough that she could use the force to push it back in when they came to check on her, or when the bag was empty and the worry about the drugs were no longer a threat.
Bloodstock - Rated T (for now anyway), Ch 6/?
Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Han Solo, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Phasma (Star Wars), Armitage Hux, Snoke (Star Wars), Amilyn Holdo, Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, equestrian AU, Hunter/Jumper AU, Equestrain book and movie tropes abound, Dark side of the horse industry, Some inspiration from real events and crimes, Millenium Falcon is a horse, As is Kylo's TIE Silencer, Rating subject to change
The equestrian AU no one asked for, where I can combine my horse obsession and my star wars obsession all in one place!
Featuring washed up former champion trainer Han Solo, spunky girl from nowhere Rey, champion jumper rider Kylo Ren who works for Snoke's First Order Stables. Trigger warnings for some violence and animal deaths.
Summary
Whatever Rey had been expecting when she began hitchhiking her way westward across the United States with an expired visa, no money, and next to nothing to her name, ending up working and riding for former champion horse trainer and rider Han Solo had not been one of them. Yet that's where she's found herself, living and working on Han's farm in rural Minnesota with Han, Han's friend and stablehand Chewie Bacca, and the gruff trainer's six horses.
When Han gets himself into more than a little bit of trouble, Rey presses him to bring his old jumper—Millennium Falcon—out of retirement and to let her try to help win the money the man needs. The three travel to Illinois, where the hunter/jumper show world is dominated by First Order Farms, owned by the shady Silas Snoke, and home of champion jumper rider Kylo Ren. Rey soon finds the horse industry is a far darker and more dangerous place than she ever could have expected.
Bonded (Part 2 of the Bound Trilogy) - Rated M - ch 13/?
Kylo Ren/Rey, Reylo, Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), More characters to be added as we go along ;), Slow Burn, Grey Jedi, Force Bond
Another I have to up my tag game on. Sequel to Chained.
Summary
Kylo Ren finally has his scavenger, an agreement for her to travel with him for the next year in trade for information he provided the Resistance on the First Order, yet she remains resistant both to him and to being taught by him. With the First Order and Supreme Leader Snoke hunting for them to punish him for his betrayal, he struggles to win Rey's trust, trust he needs if the two of them are going to survive.
In a journey that leads them through the edges of the outer rim to the unmapped reaches of the wild space, the two find themselves following old legends as they attempt to find a better understanding of the Force. In taking on this journey, they will find more about themselves, their feelings towards one another, and the connection that binds them.
Low Places (part 2 of Pro Forma Universe) - Rated M - ch 8/?
Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren & Rey, Dopheld Mitaka/Phasma, Kylo Ren, Sometime after the events in Pro Forma
This takes place after the events in Pro Forma, on a sketchy bar in a neutral world, where Kylo and Rey once again cross paths. The Pro Forma Rey/Kylo are possibly my favorite variations of those characters. It’s a far more, I don’t know, lighthearted than my other stuff? I mean there’s stress and angst and pining, but there’s just something adorable about these two. And this fic can be borderline cracky but not in an unbelievable way.
Preview
Slowly, deliberately, he folded his arms across his chest, cocking his head before speaking in with a tone of dry humor, “Come now, that’s no way to talk about General Organa.”
The mob of Resistance muttered among themselves, not getting the joke. Likely because no one realized who was in the room with them.
Even though the audience that got it was limited, he still thought the joke was a good one. And judging from the flash of annoyance in Rey's eyes, she got it. She’d laugh about it later when the tension in the air wasn't so smothering, he was sure if it.
But right now, Rey was looking around with a panicked desperation in her eyes and he sighed inwardly, taking pity on her as she tried to figure out how to keep the peace and not let things continue to spiral out of control. It tugged at his heart in a way that only she seemed able to inspire, and he forgave her for her concern for the traitor. Forgave her for any and every trespass she’d committed and was still to commit.
Force, she had him. He was completely and irrevocably hers. He would forgive her for anything.
Remnants - Rated M - Ch 7/?
Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Rey (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Canon Divergence - Alternate Timeline, Flip script, Takes place over the same time as the events in TFA, But Ben never turned against Luke, But the First Order still destroyed the academy, And Luke still ran off and vanished, Ben and Luke are the only survivors of the new Jedi, These tags are complicated
Another flip script of TFA. This one with the idea of Ben never turning against Luke, but still with the new Jedi order being destroyed and Luke vanishing.
Summary
Six years ago the First Order attacked and destroyed Luke Skywalker's new Jedi order, leaving only Ben Organa and Luke as the survivors of the massacre. His uncle having vanished, Ben now serves as the last remnant of the fallen order as the threat of the First Order continues to grow. Doing his best to aid the Resistance and help stop the rise of the First Order, the weight of legacy heavy on his shoulders, he finds himself torn between light and darkness as he searches for his uncle along with darker answer to the events of the past.
Word comes that there's a map that could finally help lead him to his missing uncle, after six years of fruitless searching for clues. For the first time in a long time, he finds hope that he might finally be able to find Luke and bring him home, and finally shed some of the burden that had been left on him in his uncle's absence. Hoping for the best, he heads to meet up with Poe Dameron on the desert planet of Jakku to find this map and keep it from falling into enemy hands.
Arcana - Rated M - Ch 2/77
A little project of mine to create one ficlet for each card in the tarot deck. Each chapter is one card and ficlets are not linear or necessarily within the same timeline.
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So when I made my first post for Samus Returns I mentioned I’d come back and talk about the Chozo memories, and I’ve finally gotten around to doing that. These images are unlocked through item collection and while most of them are just curiosities, a few are spoiler-ish, so those have been hidden behind the “read more” link. That’s enough warnings, so on to the actual material.
Memory 1 is pretty simple, depicting the Chozo’s arrival on SR388. It’s pretty interesting if only because this is our first glimpse of Chozo spaceships, outside of Samus’s Chozo-Federation hybrid gunship.
Memory 2 shows more of their exploration into SR388. Apparently a few Hornoads thought they’d make a nice snack, and are now having their corpses harvested for what seems to be Aeion energy. The other Chozo in the background appears to be studying it, which raises some questions. Is Aeion energy just naturally occurring on SR388 and they’ve never seen it before? If so, what happened here that makes it unique? Is it related to the X Parasites somehow?
Memory 3 shows they’ve moved on from exploration from colonization. This might look like an invasion force, but those robots are for excavation and mining, making this the equivalent of alien building contractors. On the other hand the diggernaut is in the background, and that thing has a laser weapon built into its eye and dedicates itself to hunting down and murdering Samus after its code degraded, so maybe this isn’t that harmless after all.
Also that one Chozo in the foreground is analyzing an alien slug. Not sure what they find so interesting about it, but it’s nice to see they’re doing what they love.
Memory 4 is where it starts getting interesting. This would be the Chozo’s first encounter with the X Parasites, the amorphous parasites that mutate, kill, and copy anything they encounter. The image sets an interesting scene, where the Chozo break into an unexplored cavern whose ceiling is swarming with strange bioluminescent creatures, only for awe at the beautiful sight to change into horror as the X descend to make monsters out of common animals.
Did you hear that? It was the sound of a fanfic one-shot crying out to be made, only to be silenced by all the others I have stacked up in my “to write” list.
Memory 5 is their reaction to the previous image, a Chozo bio-lab creating the first of the titular metroids. You’d think discovering a voracious super-parasite wouldn't immediately inspire the creation of another, but I’m not a space bird, so what do I know. Well, besides how not to run into clean windows.
Memory 6 is the first strike. Not sure if those are opened containment units by the Chozo or shields, but the second one is a much better idea when releasing untested nightmare beasts created through mad science. Speaking of which, I seem to have gotten too used to seeing those things through the eyes of a premium badass, because those metroids look a lot more intimidating than I remember. Or maybe it’s just because the art shift gave them a lot more teeth.
Memory 7 is that period in every horror movie involving a monster made in a lab where the monster exists but hasn’t yet gone on its murder spree. The Chozo have their science up and running without interruption again, the mining robots are all ready to get back to work (with the diggernaut pulling off the “photo of the slasher killer as a child” pose in the background), and the metroids are obedient little guard dogs.
Memory 8 is the next scene in the aforementioned horror movie where the monster decides not killing everything just isn’t working for it. Frankly, this raises questions too. Either the Chozo gave the metroids an entire elaborate life cycle completely on accident, or they didn’t expect it to happen this fast/without specific stimuli provided by them. I’m not entirely sure which is worse, because one indicates a truly magnificent series of coincidences and accidents and the other is just really bad planning.
Memory 9, the heroic final stand as the Chozo lay down their lives to stop the monsters they’ve created. Pretty cool scene, not much to add. But if the Chozo weren’t aware of the Metroid life cycle (unlikely, but possible), does that mean they didn’t know Queen Metroids existed? Interesting idea if they didn’t, maybe the acid was a temporary measure until the metroids ate everything in the caves and starved themselves. Drones go in, collect the material from the number of metroids they know existed, as they didn’t know there could be more, and unlock the areas once there’s none left.
Here’s where it gets into spoilery territory, so back out now if you want.
Memory 10. Those Chozo on the left are the ones we’ve been following through the rest of the memories. They’re the scientific, peaceful ones we usually hear about, similar to the ones that raised Samus or the ones that eschewed advanced technology on Tallon IV in favor of a simple lifestyle.
The other one, in the cape with simple armor and a dark mask/helmet? That one’s new. No ornamentation like the others, just simple pragmatic dress with a few traditional features. Maybe they came in response to a distress beacon, maybe the other Chozo called them specifically, maybe they just showed up out of the blue with no explanation, but they’re being greeted with outstretched arms. Their reaction?
Not great. The other Chozo are dead, and they’re holding a literal smoking gun. Giving orders to a group of Chozo soldiers over the still cooling corpses and at least one that hasn’t died just yet is just icing on the “I’m bad news” cake this Chozo is bringing to the table.
So what does this mean? It’s not entirely clear. Maybe these Chozo are eradicating the SR388 group because they consider them a threat to the galaxy for being so skilled and careless as to create the metroids (frankly, not entirely incorrect). Maybe they want to seize the metroids for their own use, as they’re clearly more militaristic than the other Chozo. Maybe they have no real stake in this, but are just a small contingent hired by a third party. Whatever the truth is, I’m excited to see it play out in future games.
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