#i actually got to look through some old wips to answer these
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🗣️💗👻 for the WIP ask game.
Under the cut because it's long and I still feel like I wouldn't have said everything I need to say orz
🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP
To be honest, I don't think I ever written it down because I felt guilty about it being an inspiration from another fanfic I had read. It was for Kimetsu no Yaiba and on paper it sounds interesting because I wanted to use the concept of The Butterfly Effect as a basis. I also wanted to throw in a completely scene lifted from another anime completely unrelated to Kimetsu no Yaiba, specifically a scene where someone flips a coin to help them make a decision and then the person decides not to see which side the coin landed. I feel like as I'm writing all of this down it feels like I'm reaching with trying to make a connection about decision making, coin flips, and the concept of a butterfly effect.
(Correction, I looked through my phone and I did have some prewriting on there, but there's a lot of details I do remember I wanted to make a point of adding but never wrote them down in the prewriting)
I still remember the details and general direction, but I think the biggest hangup I have is that it's inspired from another fanfic.
[Going to link the fic that gave me the inspiration anyway.]
💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?
This is a Pokemon one, but I think it'd be funny if Jirachi tries to push Brendan using Zen Headbutt, but it fails because Brendan ends up flinching and not moving. Jirachi had to stand there and watch with a :I face before sending him flying with psychic instead. Yes, this is a Serene Grace joke. (I also have a running gag where Pokemon just look at Brendan and have the instinct to fling him the air, from his starter, to Latios/Latias, to Rayquaza, to JIrachi)
👻Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write?
Not a specific scene, but I do find writing dialogue a bit hard. I always worry too much if I *sound* like the character. Honestly, I do feel a bit bad because there's not much distinction between the narrator and my own voice. Truthfully, I avoid writing Futo even though she is my favorite character because I'm not really fond of trying to write in Shakespearean (I think the reason people do it is to play up her archaic language) but i would rather just play up her nobility status with very formal language. Though I guess the tradeoff is that she can sometimes sound pretentious...
Now that I think about it a lot of my fanfics stop around the time where dialogue starts to get heavy....
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I'm still wading through some brain fog so I'm not writing as much as I want to, currently. But I have just been absently sketching Willowpelt because she's been on my mind
I had initially been working with the "hyena" face in mind, but I've been playing around with the "villainous role" idea for Ferncloud's Parting. I mentioned it to my partner who pointed out that big, strong profiles like that are overused for "vengeful" characters.
Besides, I really love drawing that face shape anyway, so I figured I'd move away from it since it's going to be on a LOT of RiverClan cats in particular (they have longer muzzles than other Clans because they hunt in water).
I'm leaning towards "bat" now... maybe I'll retool it so it's more deer-like. Deer are totally underused as inspiration for harsh characters...
Anyway ready for some WIP material? Plus a recap of Ferncloud's Parting for all who need a refresher
(oh wow it got long. The power of girlies <3)
FERNCLOUD'S PARTING... Refresher!!
Replaces Graystripe's Vow completely, taking place just after the Impostor has been deposed and is imprisoned. Ferncloud is now the main POV, accompanied on her journey by her childhood best friend Cloudtail and the Impostor's surviving lackey, Bumblestripe.
The goal of this SE is to explore Ferncloud's relationship to her younger brother, Ashfur.
(BB canon: Ferncloud and Elderberry are the older kits of Brindleface. Ashkit was a singlet born shortly before his mother's death, raised by Fern, Elder, and their grandmother One-eye. Fireheart botched the Queen's Rights while claiming Cloudkit, but for all intents and purposes was socially his Mi... which he was not good at being. Cloudtail was Ashfur's mentor and Ferncloud's childhood friend.)
Ferncloud is asking herself the question; "What could I have done to prevent this?"
A lot of secondary questions revolve around this... Does this make her responsible for what Ashfur has done? Did she teach him anything that contributed to who he is today? Does that make her responsible?
Cloudtail is in a similar situation, as Ashfur's mentor and someone who only ever wanted to help his friend. Could HE have prevented this? He wants to find out.
Graystripe, oldest cat in ThunderClan, accompanies the little group as far as the mountain... and decides to stay there, with his golden boy, Stormfur.
Bumblestripe had come along with them all, for... a lot of complicated reasons. But the most relevant is that he had been one of the Impostor's most loyal, brutal enforcers. Berrynose was killed in a huge skirmish, and now there's just Bumblestripe left alone to shoulder his sins.
After saying goodbye to his father for what's probably the last time, getting to meet the mythical oldest brother he's been compared to his entire life, and seeing Cloud and Fern looking to visit the Old Forest Territories... Bumblestripe goes with them even further to make sure the old cats stay safe.
Like Graystripe's Vow, I'm planning to keep the split chronology. It goes back and forth between Ferncloud in the Broken Era, and Ferncloud back during the Fire Era.
The ultimate moral here, the point I want to build to, is that Cloudtail and Ferncloud did exactly what was expected of them. They raised a loyal warrior who holds the code above all. They're only responsible for Ashfur insofar as they were responsible for teaching him the same values of vengeance, violence, and distrust of outsiders as was expected... in Firestar's absence.
(Though... there's lots of other questions that I don't think FP will answer. Like, COULD they have truly stopped him? Can they ever understand WHY, if they don't currently? There's a LOT of feelings here and I don't know if all of them really have answers.)
WIP STUFF TIME
Here's new stuff, I've either not mentioned this before, or I've mentioned it in passing without actually linking it to Ferncloud's Parting.
I have a LOT of ideas here that I have to start sorting through. I think these characters are all really interesting so it's really a matter of cutting down all these little details into something more coherent.
When Ashkit is young, he's a child. There was nothing particularly outstanding about him, besides the fact he was a bit lonely and eager to please.
There's a bit of an air of "loss" when Ferncloud thinks back to Ashpaw's childhood. Elderberry and One-eye will be dying soon after the "flashback" segments, so when she goes back to the modern era, thinking about them feels bittersweet.
I also want to sneak in that Ferncloud feels jealous over Cloudtail's mateship with Brightheart lmao, because she has a crush on Brightheart. (Note, maybe tie this to Ashfur being obsessed with Squirrelflight, with Fern questioning if her jealousy rubbed off on Ashfur)
Through helping WarriorClan, Bumblestripe feels REALLY good. They don't know anything about his past, his struggles, or his failures as a person. He's just a hero to them and that feels... good.
Watching Bumblestripe be good, learning more about his issues and WHY he did what he did while following Ashfur brings Cloud and Fern some insight... but not entirely what they need. Is Ashfur just a Bumblestripe on a bigger scale? Or are they just learning more about how good of a manipulator Ashfur is? In which case... where did that ability to manipulate come from?
Fang/Honeysuckle might be Bumblestripe's half-brother. If that's the case, Bumble is... frustrated by it. MORE of his dad's complicated legacy.
Ferncloud and Cloudtail probably have some short discussions about how much is really appropriate to teach to WarriorClan... after all, they're here questioning if any part of Ashfur was THEIR fault, what if they accidentally teach them something terrible?
But at the same time, Ferncloud is the Educator of ThunderClan, and these cats can't write. The Glyph system would be very useful to them, and they're begging to learn more about Clan culture.
Putting a pin in that part, for now. Will tie back more into the conclusion that the Clan cat party ultimately reaches.
BACK IN THE PAST; Firestar is away bringing back SkyClan in Firestar's Quietus. Everything that is done is without him.
Longtail, the deputy, is blinded and a leader does not immediately rise to fill the space in ThunderClan.
And in BloodClan, their trading partner... Scourge does the same. Oops! WRONG TIME, SCOOJ!
Planning to retire, Scourge announces an event called The Frenzy. He will choose the next leader from whoever accomplishes the biggest achievement in the given timeframe. This is how BloodClan passes on leadership.
He gives his chosen heir, Claw, their first Frenzy Achievement-- the fang of a dog from his own collar. Anyone who wishes to take power instead must accomplish a feat even bigger than what had allowed SCOURGE to take power in the first place; Killing a dog.
Fury is a challenger. She does NOT want Scourge's chosen heir, Claw, to lead BloodClan next. Claw will continue the trading and friendliness towards Clan cats, which Fury wants to end.
ENTER WILLOWPELT
Willowpelt ALSO wants this trading with BloodClan to stop. She feels it's gone too far.
BloodClan killed her mate-- Whitestorm. Firestar might have been willing to just throw his life away for this, but she's NOT.
She's recovering from a boar bite, currently, but it's scarring up nicely... and she's willing to pretend she's injured a little longer if it shakes suspicion off her.
She doesn't WANT to be allies with Fury, but if her goal is to bring BloodClan back into isolation... then, Willowpelt will do it.
And Fury promises her something else; Revenge. Scourge is the reason why Whitestorm died, and together, they can ruin his plans and make him watch as his peaceful little power transfer crumbles into ash.
GOOD SETUP IMO but I still need to work out what nefarious deed they'll do, exactly. All I know is that Fury will betray Willowpelt at the height of it. Maybe something about taking over Barley's barn. Maybe Elderberry gets killed.
But, I have one very strong feeling in mind; Ferncloud probably ends up killing Fury while Ashpaw watches or even helps.
Hmm... maybe Graystripe (becomes deputy as soon as Firestar gets back for handling this crisis so well) ordered them to let Fury go.
But Ferncloud looked at Fury, and decided that Willowpelt was right about one thing. Most BloodClan cats cannot be trusted.
The code does not apply equally to outsiders.
Maybe I WILL have Fury end up killing Elderberry in some way, and then give Ferncloud and Ashpaw a conversation about it. "Those who don't live by the code will not be protected by it. And we must protect our Clan... even if Graystripe doesn't realize it."
I could make it clear that Fury is not a threat at that point, having been beaten in some way and Claw ascending to BloodClan leadership. OR I could have left it open-ended, like, maybe Fury would be a future problem, maybe not. Not sure yet.
Willowpelt of course will also need to experience some consequences for this... unleeeess, I have Graystripe let her off really easy exactly because she's Clanborn, which even Cloudtail is frustrated about, maybe even coining the term "Codebreaker" as an insult under his breath.
In any case, Ferncloud never told Cloudtail about how she secretly killed Fury. It's too juicy to have her reveal it to him in the modern day, explaining that it IS her fault, she DID teach him the wrong thing.
Hmm... I'm talking myself into it. Though I did also like the original vibe that Ashfur's tyranny was kind of unknowable, trying to make sense out of a senseless thing he did. I think it feels a lot more interesting for Ferncloud to have been hiding this for literal years, and now feeling like she has to "pay the world back" for what she did.
Maybe even build towards something metal about Fury's grave. Hmm... maybe to hide the murder, she buried her in Elderberry's freshly dug one, since no one would notice the soil had been recently disturbed as it was JUST dug.
Buried my sister and my secret victim in the same grave. ~Just Girlie Things~
Cloudtail sitting here, War Criminal to the right and Secret Murderer to the left like "can i ever be around normal people. like, just once"
Jokes aside... Cloudtail needs to point out something very important. Ferncloud regretted what she did, and she never did what Ashfur is doing. She never sought power, when Firestar came back she's lived a long life without ever once undermining him, and even her beliefs have softened over time.
She was a Traditionalist back then, but is Fire Alone now. After everything. The destruction of the forest, loss of her kits, WindClan rebellion, reveal of Squirrelflight and Leafpool's secret...
She's helped to raise every new generation as the Educator. And yet, Ashfur, the Impostor, is unique.
And look at Bumblestripe... being Graystripe's son didn't stop him from being the Impostor's lackey.
We all make our choices. HE made his. You made your own.
But... I don't feel like Ferncloud can entirely accept that as an answer either. There would be a very forlorn sort of feeling here. Yes, we all make our own choices-- but we influence each other. For better and for worse. And she refuses to avoid responsibility for that.
Maybe in that moment I'll have her make the choice to return home, and BE the one who becomes the Light in the Mist to face Ashfur in the Dark Forest. Seems to be coming together.
#better bones au#Ferncloud's Parting#I really did not expect it to get that long I just wanted to talk about Antagonist Willowpelt lmaoo#BB!Willowpelt#BB!Ferncloud#BB!TBC
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HI GORGEOUS!!!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL US ABOUT YOUR WIPS AND AUS IM REALLY INTERESTED 🙏🙏🙏
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I’m in the middle of writing up a whole HC post for someone asking about a highschool AU but I’m gonna take this opportunity to sidetrack the conversation towards something I’d love to genuinely see from the series… a HEAVY (film) noir lean. Think: Bogart, Framed, Gilda, Vertigo… probably pushing the era back 40’s, 50’s way (Maybe even some 30’s lean in there, if I could get away with it) instead of the general 60’s vibe Lupin has going for it.
I think there’s a TON of potential there. I mean, I’m aware something like this was pitched (and never picked up, sigh…) so there IS sentiment there, and the idea has been thought about, but instead of TWCFM’s ‘serious Lupin’ I’d love to see a true noir ‘serious Lupin’. I think you can put these characters into a serious setting without making them straight up evil, and I’ll be honest, I think it would be way more appealing than the stuff they’ve been releasing lately (besides Zero. I have to admit that I loved Zero).
I’d want the gang to actually feel like criminals, though. Cutting shady deals in illegal bars, Lupin running his mouth to big players about whatever new heist he has up his sleeve. I’d take them back to being Miyazaki-esque ‘living paycheck-to-paycheck’ rather than ‘insta-rich Lupin funding his hedonistic spirit’ because I think that would work better in this universe: Lupin is constantly getting them in hot shit with the big leagues because he can’t keep his mouth shut. Jigen has shot ten guys this week who have come knocking at their hideout’s door looking for trouble. Goemon’s sick of digging graves and is antsy to finally be who he dreams of being. Fujiko’s got her eyes on a bigger prize, like always.
Zenigata’s an underpaid beat-cop-turned-inspector who has been trying to climb the ranks for a long while. He’s ambitious, but a little too soft for his own good: he’s hopeful in a way that most of the guys in his squad aren’t, and that makes him the perfect candidate for when the commissioner has to shill a shitty 9-5 case on an unsuspecting worker. A file lands on his desk, and he flips through it with this eager fire, like he’s just been asked to take on the world, and Lupin and his gang smile up at him from the pages.
Lupin is a crook, he learns. Part-time petty thief, full-time smooth-talker: a man with a legacy to live up to and not a whole lot to show for it besides a reputation as a lady-killer and a particularly long unpaid tab at the seediest bar in town. His sticky fingers have landed him in more trouble than they’ve gotten him out of, and recent reports say that he’s managed to get under the skin of the most notorious once-criminal-now-film-director in town… the very criminal that underhandedly paid Zenigata’s boss to start an official investigation in the first place.
Jigen is a gun-for-hire. Babysitter, bodyguard, hitman… whatever you need, he’ll do, however begrudgingly. He’s not a guy you mess with: and his reputation is actually pretty good in criminal circles. He’s well-respected and well-liked. Or, he was, until the monkey-faced man at the bar implicated him in a crime he didn’t commit. Now, he’s babysitting without pay, and he’s starting to get a little sick of having to put bullets into the faces of old friends who decide his bounty is worth more than his loyalty. Figures.
Goemon’s a man slightly-less-out-of-time. A famous Japanese-American film star, he’s known world-over for starring in Samurai flicks alongside his leading lady, Fujiko Mine. The thing is, Goemon is classically trained in swordslinging, and when Lupin offers him an opportunity to be the very person he’s been portraying on screen, he’s more than happy to throw his reputation away. He never cared much for fame, anyway. There’s just this one little hitch: he’s enamoured with the sword he last used on set, and he won’t take no for an answer when he asks Lupin to retrieve it for him.
Fujiko has her eyes on a prize a little more exciting than Zantetsuken: the film empire she’s helped build herself. The tabloids can’t get enough of her, and she knows that a marriage to the most famous director the world has ever seen might just secure her a place in history. The thing is, the man she’s trying her best to seduce has stopped paying her attention since his beloved priceless-antique-turned-prop-sword went missing, and she’s determined to get it back for him. Because what would make him fall quicker? Ah, there’s just one catch: Lupin is kind of charming, and the life he’s living is… exciting. Tempting. Fujiko likes playing with fire, but she’s starting to get a little too close to this one particular flame. The heat has her cheeks burning… Or maybe that’s Goemon’s doing.
They’re a strange little bunch, the Lupin Gang. But man, do people have a habit of underestimating them. Zenigata included. Because what he thinks to be a simple case of theft soon turns into something more sinister as the layers of movie-magic veneer begin to peel away. Maybe Lupin was onto something, targeting this guy, and maybe this hotshot director isn’t quite as reformed as he says he is.
He went to court recently, after all. Say, how much did he pay the judge to overturn that guilty verdict? Zenigata would like that sum as a pay rise once this has all blown over. That, and some fresh smokes.
((Mmm someone should hop on board and help me develop this I think. Could be a fun little exercise on the side… if it’s up anyone’s alley >:) ))
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Summary: Jealous Werewolf fluff. I will not apologize. Fluff.
A/N: I have... a lot of were-animal ocs so I think writing stuff like this is so fun. The parcel bomb reference is toward how Dick and S/O met in most of my Dick fics. Roy only got dragged into this because he was the first person that came to mind after Oliver.
I might have started more WIPs instead of finishing old ones but... I went off the deep end with my Dick hyperfixation.
C/W: Jealousy, territorial and possessive Dick, but not necessarily in a toxic way. Protective Damian makes an appearance.
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The pack tended to be closeknit. It was expected of packs, so the curiosity of a new person wearing the scent of the Waynes was fair. Even more so when the person wearing the scent was a human.
The scent overwhelming the rest of the family’s was Dick Grayson’s—noticeably sweeter and less sharp than the rest of the pack’s tended to be—which drew its own attention from the attendees of the gala. A couple of the women sent her scathing looks, but she choose to ignore them. Dick and the rest of the family had all given her fair warning that some of the attendants might be annoyed over a human taking one of their own off of the market.
Dick’s scent and the fact that she was a human didn’t deter some of the men’s attention being placed on her. She ignored it just as totally as she ignored the glares, far more interested in keeping her head down and not making a scene that Bruce would need to smooth over.
Damian was hovering at her hip, flashing warning looks at anyone who came too close or stared for too long. Wolves weren’t any more dangerous than the humans of Gotham generally, but he remained vigilant regardless. Besides, wolves did tend to be territorial over their pack members, especially if it was a human being welcomed among them.
“The bodyguard act seems a little unnecessary, Dami.”
Said boy huffed in response, “You can’t be allowed to roam unattended in this den of wolves.”
“Well, I walk around the manor all the time without an escort.”
“Hey, that’s a little rude, bird.” Dick’s chin rested against her shoulder as he appeared, apparently finished with meeting his socializing quota of the night. She could practically feel the glares of the women that he’d left behind to return to her side.
“You’re literally wolves. It’s in the title.” She teased him as he tilted his head to take a not-so-subtle sniff at her neck. She didn’t acknowledge the affection until he began to nuzzle against her. “Are you seriously marking me right now? Didn’t you do a good enough job before we got here? You were doing this exact thing for thirty minutes straight.”
“A little extra never hurts. Besides, you’re starting to pick up on other packs’ scents.”
“You’re one to talk. I can practically smell the perfume of all those girls clinging onto you and I’m not even a wolf.”
“I don’t like how people are looking at you.” He mumbled the words with his face still tucked against her neck, being bold enough to nip at her pulse lightly.
She bit back a surprised squeak at the bite, “Yeah, well, I don’t like how they’re looking at you either. At least the ones staring at me have an excuse. I’m the only human here, of course they’re staring.”
Before Dick could reply, a familiar voice caught their attention, “Hey, [Name]!”
She perked up instantly, while Dick grumbled something under his breath before pulling away from her neck and standing straight. His arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively, but there was nothing unusual about that.
“Hey! What’re you doing here, Roy?”
Dick didn’t give him a chance to answer, “I didn’t know Bruce invited Ollie.”
Roy’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she had the distinct impression that there was some kind of wolfy interaction occurring beneath the two’s words. “He did, but Jason actually invited me.”
Dick huffed, the sound an obvious inclination that he was annoyed. “I didn’t know you knew [Name].”
“Met her through Jason. I didn’t know that you two were mates.”
Dick fixed the other male with a glare, teeth clenching and eyes narrowing like he’d said something offensive. [Name] had never seen him take a stance like he did now, back straight as a rod and shoulders squared to make himself bigger. If she hadn’t been so close to both of the men, she might have been worried, but, really, it was just cute to see him get so jealous over something so small, especially when he’d only moments before been drowning in the midst of a group of well-dressed women vying for his attention.
She placed her hand on his chest, turning herself against his side as she did, which gave him the opportunity to pull her even closer. “Dick, it’s-” She was cut off by an unfamiliar sound rumbling in his chest. “Are you growling?”
The question seemed to snap him out of whatever territorial mindset he’d entered and his attention was suddenly back on her, a guilty look in his eyes that reminded her of a misbehaved puppy.
“It’s okay.” She had to bite back her laugh at the look he was giving her, like he was fully convinced she was about to shove him away from her so she could make a run for it, “You didn’t scare me. And I’m not mad that you’re jealous.”
Roy snickered behind her, and she sent him a sharp side-eye. That was all it took for him to raise his hands and back away.
“I didn’t know that you knew any other wolves.” He lowered his head again to hide against her neck, more in a bid for affection than an attempt to mark her this time.
“I met him not long after the parcel bomb thing. Jason was on guard duty one night and Roy crashed the party looking for Jason. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not.” He took a breath, releasing whatever tension remained in his muscles, “You don’t have to tell me everyone you know. Don’t think that. I was just being jealous. You didn’t do anything wrong. That was all me.”
“Well, I can’t blame you. You pick up on a lot more than me, so if I’m jealous of all the girls looking at you, then I’m sure you’re way more jealous of all the guys eyeing me. Even if they’re only looking at me because I’m a human.”
“They’re not. If Damian wasn’t giving them looks that could kill, I guarantee at least half of the men staring would be trying to make a move on you.” He growled against her neck, his grip on her hips tightening.
“We can go, if you want.”
He pulled away from her to meet her eyes, “You’re sure? If you want to stay, I don’t want to be the reason you think we should-”
“Dick, I am in the most nauseating dress I’ve ever worn. If it gets me out of this dress, then I’d gladly go to work right now. I would love to spend my time with you outside of this stupid gala.” She got to her tiptoes as he stood straight and got as close to his ear as she could, careful to whisper it as low as she could with the heightened senses of the other attendants in mind, “You look better in the Nightwing suit than the tux anyway.”
If he’d had a tail at the moment, she was sure it’d be wagging.
“Then what are we waiting for? After you.” He gave a dramatic bow as he gestured to the exit.
She patted Damian on the head as she moved towards the door, “If Bruce asks, say something came up.”
Damian wrinkled his nose in disgust, “I’m not lying just so you two can go tongue-wrestle.”
“I’ll tell Alfred that I broke the vase in the living room.”
There was no hesitation, “Deal.”
“Works every time.”
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WIP Wednesday (It's Saturday)
I was tagged by the wonderful @simonxriley thanks so much dude!
I always suck at tagging people, but I know this can be for writing and art, so I'll try to tag a few others. @samithemunchkin @tokillamockingbird427 @alidravana and anyone else who wants to join in on the fun!
I've been going back and forth with different WIPs, so I'll do the one that I actually worked on today.
Merrick’s in his office filing paperwork when he gets back, fingers clicking away on a laptop he’d been given. His graying brows are furrowed and surrounded by deep wrinkles, the man having seemed to age much quicker in the last year or so.
“Hey Merrick.” Hesh knocks lightly against the open door, a flat smile on his face while he waits for his captain to look up.
“What’s going on, kid?” His eyes flick up for a brief moment, a faint spark barely crossing his eyes for a second before it's gone and he’s looking back at his paperwork.
“I uh, there’s not much to do. I wanted to see if you needed my help.” He takes a seat in the chair across from him. He quite likes the place they’ve been staying in, it’s got a lot of older furniture, but much of it is quite comfortable and cozy. It often reminds him of their old places they’d stay at. Safehouses full of outdated furniture among other things. He lets out a sigh, rubbing his hands back and forth on the fabric of the armrests. His grandparents had chairs like these in their lounge.
“I’m all set, Hesh.” He answers, short and curt. Always cold. Hesh knows Merrick doesn’t mean to be cold, he’s usually warmer with his men when he can be. “I’m just finishing up my half of this, Price will finish his when he gets back.” Another brief glance. “Are you alright?”
“I’m good.” He answers, which is a half-truth. Logan had been doing much better; less nightmares, fewer violent outbursts. He’s finally willingly letting nurses take blood samples, among all the other things they need from him. Constant checks, constant evals. It never ends. Hesh would give anything to snatch his little brother and take him far, far away from here. It wouldn’t have to be back home, there’s nothing left and that’s the first place anyone would look. Soap’s warm smile crosses his mind, a soft skip in his heartbeat catches his breath. Maybe they could all run away together.
It wouldn’t solve their problems, and none of them were runners. Soap still wanted to lead his team, and Hesh was more than ready for another promotion. Certainly, he’d earned the privilege of being a Captain. Granted, the idea of leading the Ghosts not only excited him but left him with doubts. Rorke had led them, his father, and now Merrick. The Ghosts seemed to have a hard time keeping captains and soldiers alike. They’d all been through so much, both before and after ODIN. Both before and after Torch, Grim, Ajax and his father were killed. It was a heavy burden to lead the Ghosts, and Hesh was beginning to wonder if he still wanted that.
Pulling himself from his thoughts, he jumps a bit when his eyes land on Merrick’s stern ones, boring into his face.
“Thought I lost you for a second there.” He states, eyes flicking around Hesh’s face. “Go get some rest kid, you need it.”
“I don’t-” He tries to argue, shutting up when Merrick gives him that look., the same look his father used to give him when he’d try to argue. “Yes sir.” He answers with a sigh, pulling himself from the chair and leaving without looking back. He probably had that look on his face still, and he didn’t want to see his father in Merrick’s eyes.
Sorry for any weird spacing, I didn't feel like fixing it, I'm terrible at website Tumblr.
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Hello!Can I request item 17 from your master list?(when they feel sad/want to cry), you write very well! (I use a translator, sorry for all possible mistakes, English is not my native language😭);(I'm also sorry if I sent a request to the wrong place, I'm not really oriented here ...)
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕕/𝕌𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕥
♩ gn!reader, angst and fluff, hurt/comfort kinda, crying cuz it's me, but soft in general
♩♩ word count: 1.4k
♩♩♩ A/N: slowly going through these 4-month-old reqs
wip list here
Chan
Chan wasn't a person who often felt sad.
At least, he never showed it in front of others.
He always felt that as the leader, he needed to be a strong support for the members and be a role model.
Even if he really did feel sad, he would just wave his hand to let others not worry about him.
But you weren't others.
He dropped his backpack directly at the door when he got home and went straight in the direction of his bedroom after carelessly taking off his shoes.
He knew you were there.
Just one look and you could tell that Chan had another rough day.
He wasn't very tall, but the way he was nestled in your arms still looked a little funny.
Yet neither of you care.
The most important thing was for him to feel safe and relaxed.
There was no need for conversation, not even a single unnecessary glance.
You stroke his back slowly, feeling his breathing steady down.
Eventually, he fell asleep listening to your heartbeat.
Minho
He might think he hides it well, but in fact, anyone who knew him well could see it at a glance.
He's usually a very joking person, but today he was unusually quiet.
He sat cross-legged on the floor in the practice room alone, playing with a plastic water bottle in his hand.
You came and sat down next to him and gently placed your hand on top of his.
He turned his head sideways, the corners of his mouth rose slightly when he realized it was you.
Just having you by his side already made him feel better.
"What's wrong? Did practice not go well?"
"Yeah… A few moves just didn't quite click."
You leaned your head on his shoulder, not minding the sweat on him.
"Aren't you here to tell me to go home? Changed your mind?"
You nodded, "Mmm, I'll stay here with you, until you're satisfied."
You knew you couldn't persuade him, as he was so hard on himself, but you didn't want to leave him alone with his troubles.
So the best solution was to stay with him.
Changbin
You've hardly ever seen him sad, so when it came around, you didn't know what to do.
He's been sighing for days now as he failed to come up with a new flow and the right lyrics.
"Binnie, is there anything you need me to do?"
You stood behind his armchair and held onto his shoulder while asking in his ear.
He was still staring at the monitor, but his hand reached for yours and squeezed it gently.
"Don't worry about me, Y/N. I just need a little more time."
But you weren't satisfied with that answer.
You pulled his armchair back and turned it around to face you.
You reached out to cup his face, your thumb rubbing his cheek.
"Listen to me and get some rest today, okay? We'll do whatever you want."
He stared into your eyes for a moment, then threw up his hands in defeat.
"Okay, I'll do as you say. I suppose I could use a break."
Doing something relaxing with you, or anything at all for that matter, would be perfectly satisfying for him.
Hyunjin
"Just leave me alone."
If you ever hear him say this, that is evidence that he really was in a bad mood.
If you do as he says and actually leave him alone, however, his mood will only get worse.
Although he said he wanted you to go away and wanted to be alone. But the more he tries to push you away, the more he actually needs you.
He would constantly be talking about how awful he is, how unworthy of your love he is, and would possibly even be questioning your relationship itself.
But he wasn't really questioning you, he was just insecure and needed you to repeatedly tell him "no".
Whether with sweet words or tight hugs, simply make him feel loved.
He would burst into tears, stammering about how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you by his side.
At this point, take his face, gently kiss away his tears, and then compliment him on how beautiful he is.
Finish with the words, "I will always be here for you".
Jisung
He had an argument with his members because of disagreement.
You wouldn't get involved in their affairs. You had nothing to do with them, and you trusted Hannie to resolve them on his own.
Your only task was to make him feel less upset, which would in turn speed up the solving of the problem.
You knew him well enough to know that for him, a good cry would solve all his issues.
But the problem was, he didn't know if he could show such a vulnerable side in front of you.
When you do find him, hug him immediately and then never let go of him, no matter what he says.
Just keep holding him, speak comforting words and keep kissing him.
He would eventually reach a moment where he couldn't hold back anymore and break loose.
As long as you got him to talk, things would be much easier after that.
You just needed to listen to him talk about his difficulties and let him vent his emotions all through his tears and words.
Remember to take him to eat something nice after it's over, it never fails to make him feel better.
Felix
There was no need for you to go to him, he would naturally come to you when he was in a bad mood.
He would be a lot clingier than usual, and you wouldn't be able to leave his embrace for even a second.
It was obvious when he was sad, with the corners of his mouth drooping and his eyes lowered, devoid of his usual liveliness.
But you were thankful for that he made everything so obvious, at least you never needed to guess.
Give him double the amount of kisses and compliments you normally do, and just talk to him about your everyday things.
Seeing you happy naturally makes him a lot happier.
Take the initiative and ask him what he wants and then grant his every wish.
If one kiss wasn't enough, then ten, if ten wasn't enough, then a hundred.
Do something relaxing with him, watch a movie, for example, or bake together.
All worries and sorrows are left behind by him during the time he spends with you.
Kittens don't need anything other than love and affection.
Seungmin
If he said, "please leave me alone," you might actually need to leave him alone for a while.
Getting him to share his thoughts and worries with you was almost impossible.
So all you could really do was guess, and then judge by his reaction what the problem was.
When he gets upset, he likes to lie in your shared bed with your pillow in his arms and listen to his favorite songs.
Being surrounded by your scent and listening to beautiful songs made him feel better.
Pour him a glass of water, make him some food, and bring out his favorite ice cream for him to enjoy.
Stroke his hair, help him take off his tear-soaked hoodie and replace them with comfortable pajamas.
Take one of his earbuds and put it in your own ear, then just smile at him.
His eyes would start to return to their bright and shiny self, then he would quietly reach out and take your hand in his.
At this point, if you interlock your fingers with him, everything should be settled.
The next day, he would be back to being a cheerful puppy again.
Jeongin
He hid it well in front of others, his face revealing no emotion at all.
Others would notice that something was wrong with him, but they would probably think he was angry rather than upset.
But you were different, you could tell what his expression meant.
For him to remain expressionless like that, surely something terrible has happened to him.
The moment he saw your brow furrowed together, he revealed his true expression.
He would quickly cover his face with his hands to keep you from seeing.
Whether or not he was crying, he didn't want you to see him sad. Because he knew you would be worried.
"But if you don't tell me anything, I'll only get even more worried…"
All toughness vanished without a trace when you held him in your arms.
It seemed like he was always like a child when he was in front of you.
He needs something sweet afterwards, like cotton candy or cupcakes.
Only at such times would he accept all the physical affection and love from you.
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Weekend WIP Game
Thanks for tagging my @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius and @daisymae-12!
Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).
1. WIP List: I'm definitely a one-at-a-time sort of person. I hate having unfinished WIPs hanging about, it stresses me out. That said, I've got three docs with a substantial number of words in them:
[Dark and Stormy]
[Provence] (more here)
Oxford Nights
AND there's one more WIP I've finished working on and am hoping to start posting tomorrow (ahem ahem ahem) which is not on that list but I’m counting anyway
2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?
[Provence] at nearly 14k
3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?
Probs that one, I don’t think I’m even halfway through with it! It’s not going to be long-long though
4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?
Oh God, I don't know. I've not worked on [Dark and Stormy] for a while, that's the one I'm most looking forward to getting back to
5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?
Lol, right now [Dark and Stormy] is intimidating bc I want to change the whole beginning of it. That's why I've been putting it off for oh... nine months 😬
6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?
The one that's gonna start posting tomorrow? Mainly bc I'm worried it's too much like a devil's threesome, even though no women are involved lol
7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?
Again, tomorrow's one, which is called Twice the speed (of you and me) by the way! I've asked a couple of people to read it through for me.
8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?
Sometimes, yeah. Mainly when I try and work stuff into the plot that I'm not that interested in or that requires a lot of world building. I've started following the Matthew Lopez philosophy about it: if it's not about Alex and Henry, it has to go. It's certainly what happened with Deep Blue, and that's how I got myself out of being blocked, by limiting anything that wasn't specifically about them.
9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?
Oh, [Provence] has a character in it who I really love, she's an old friend of Arthur's, an actress in her sixties all glamour and graceful ageing, who loves Henry like a parent. Though, weirdly, she's what's got me a bit stuck on it, because I have all these ideas for what I want from her but can't quite bring myself to do the world building that comes along with that 😂
10. Which WIP is the sexiest?
Hah, lol. The threesome. Is the fandom ready for it? We'll see.
11. Which WIP is the angstiest?
Dunno, actually. Maybe [Provence], just because Alex is having his bisexual awakening and feeling all jealous at Henry's sluttiness. It's not ACTUALLY angsty though.
12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?
Yikes, what a question! All of them, my characterisation is perfect, no notes etc.
13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?
Oooh I love the [Provence] one. It's all lush, some super rich people's home, but with a touch of south of France rustic to it.
14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?
🤷♀️ don't think I have an answer for this one
15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?
Again, just... 🤷♀️ I always wonder about the really smutty ones, I fret over them the most and then they turn out to be really popular so...
16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?
Not really, though they do keep me awake at night. I woke up this morning at like five and just HAD to check on the beta feedback.
17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?
Nah, not really. I mean, threesome mechanics? That's new, I suppose
18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?
God, no, not this question. I have zero confidence on my ability to make things funny. Like, I know there are funny bits in there, but... Oxford Nights has funny bits with Alex and Henry trying shit out I guess.
19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?
Nah
20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.
Okay, so: in one of them Henry owns a cow named MARY 😁
Tagging a meagre 4 peeps for my 4 WIPs ✌️ : @14carrotghoul @suseagull04 @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @whimsymanaged to overshare on the dash, thanks!
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WIP tag game
Thank you @kcwriter-blog for tagging me!! 💕 tagging @gammacrow @dutifullylazybread and @rosieofcorona (sorry if you already got tagged by someone else)
Sharing a snippet from the working version of chapter 7 of my solavellan fic. You can read the first six chapters here on AO3. Not exactly entirely on hiatus while I struggle thru this semester, but I have had very very little time or spoons to transcribe from my notebook onto the computer so I can actually upload.
I focused instead on summoning and unsummoning a small flame at my fingertips. Pop, crackle, sizzle, over and over again. In, and out. “You don’t have to come check on me, Solas. I’m fine,” I said.
“I know,” he replied, cupping a young flower in his hand to inspect it. “I merely thought I might enjoy the fresh air.”
“Maybe I wanted all the fresh air to myself,” I answered sharply as the next flame popped and sputtered out.
Solas only smiled to himself as he eyed the flame. “Perhaps I wanted to make sure you didn’t burn the courtyard down, then.”
“Very funny,” I replied with a snort as I tried to suppress a smirk.
“May I sit?”
He was gesturing to the empty spot on my left. I did think about sending him away, for a moment, as I stared into the burning flame growing higher in my palm. “Fine,” I finally sighed out, “if you aren’t worried about getting set on fire, that is.”
“I’ll take my chances,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the fountain. “You seem to have some mastery over it. I think I should be safe, as long as I don’t provoke you.”
I felt a wry smile tug at the corner of my lips. “You think so little of me? Was my tantrum that bad?”
“You’re too hard on yourself, lethallan,” he said. “Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t throw a fireball at me unless I truly deserved it.”
“And sometimes, not even then,” I replied as I bumped my shoulder into his knee. The easiness of the gesture quickly turned into something sickening and guilt, twisting my chest like a vice. I could scream and rage at him all I wanted, but that didn’t seem to change how much I wanted to slip back into our old, familiar patterns. It would’ve been too easy to want to stay there, leaning into his legs while the world spinned on into chaos around us. But I didn’t, instead awkwardly swaying away and going back to work on my flames. “I wouldn’t risk scorching Josie’s gardens, at least.”
He cleared his throat as I leaned back away; or maybe choked a bit. “Yes, well… It is impressive magic. Did it take much practice?”
My concentration on the mindless casting broke as I considered it, flexing the metal fingers as I turned my forearm this way and that. “Sort of? Some of it, yeah, but not the… well, this. It’s just something to do with my hands, really.” I answered. “It’s different than casting through a staff, though. I did shock myself a few times with lightning magic. But it’s like… just directing the magic a bit differently. It took some practice, but it’s not exactly hard.”
He stared at the arm as I explained, blue glowing deep within the golden-hued metal. “Remarkable,” he replied.
“What, your spies didn’t bring you a full report?”
“You overestimate the extent of my involvement,” he said, though his cool exterior cracked when I cut a skeptical look at him. With a nervous chuckle, he continued. “I… all I know is that it was crafted by the dwarven arcanist from the Inquisition. I did not press my people for more. I wasn’t lying when I said I have tried to stay out of your affairs.”
I eyed him for a moment, letting him sweat just a bit longer before speaking. I hummed a little sound in response, propping a cheek on my knee to look at him with the smallest of amused little smiles. “You’re a terrible liar,” I said.
“I never claimed not to be,” he answered, his cheeks coloring as he tried to avoid looking me in the eyes. He angled himself a little more towards me - or more towards my arm, as his staring suggested. “Are you… how much control do you have over it, exactly? When casting, I mean. Is it–”
“As much control as you have over your staff, at least,” I answered. “And don’t think I can’t tell how hard you’re trying not to drool over it.”
“I’m not–” He stopped short, letting his defensiveness dissolve as he caught my poorly hidden smirk. “Yes, of course,” he said with a small huff of laughter. “It is an impressive bit of enchantment. I was merely curious about how it worked.”
“Is that your way of asking to see it?”
“I… no. I wouldn’t want to bother you any more than I already–”
“It’s fine,” I said, extending the enchanted arm up towards him. “I don’t mind, I suppose. It’s not like I have anywhere important to be, anyways.”
Solas glanced back and forth between me and my arm with a cautiously guarded look, as if he was deciding whether this was some sort of trap. Which was ridiculous, anyways – if I wanted to do something to him, I already would have. I shook my arm at him a little with an impatient look. “Well?”
Carefully, gingerly, he took the proffered hand in his own and began examining it. Slowly, his cautious reluctance relented to his curiosity. He was careful at first not to twist or pull on anything as he looked over it – overly so, like he thought it might break if he did something wrong. But the blue glow of the lyrium and the soft thrum of magic quickly pulled him in, and he leaned in over the arm to examine it more closely. “Interesting… Is it fully functional? In terms of spellcasting, I mean.”
“More or less,” I answered, looking at my arm instead of Solas. “There’s a cap on the output. I don’t think I’ll be casting any huge fireballs with it, but I haven’t found any magic it can’t do at all.”
He gave that a hum as he continued to look over the arm. He looked thoughtful and curious, completely lost in study as he continued to ponder its inner workings. I found myself staring at the furrow of his brow and the tilt of his jaw as he thought, uncomfortable again with how horribly familiar this all felt. Solas turned my arm gently so that the palm was facing upwards, supporting it in one hand while he leaned over it. During all of this, I was sitting stock still, trying not to stare at the way his eyes darted over my arm and to breathe like a normal person while he worked. I knew I couldn’t really feel any sensations on that arm, but every delicate touch and thoughtful look still seemed to send shivers through me. It’s just an arm. He’s seen much worse, I thought to myself, unhelpfully as I felt my cheeks getting warm.
“Could you cast something now? Like what you were doing early,” he asked.
I let out a breath I had been holding as I forced myself back to the real world. “Depends. How attached are you to your eyebrows?” I asked, to a seemingly unamused audience. “Kidding. Let go.”
He did, and I gratefully took the chance to slide a bit back to a safer distance. Summoning up my concentration, I focused my mana to channel through my arm, just like I would any staff – but with less force behind it. A small swirl of snow and ice began to dance around my finger tips before coalescing into a small whorling ball of flakes in my hand, like the inside of a snow globe set free. But Solas’ eyes weren’t on my showy display; rather, he was watching the glowing seams between metal plates and connections as the lyrium inside reacted to my magic.
“Curious,” he said. “It has a much larger supply of lyrium than I’d expect. With your magical talent, you should be able to cast larger spells with ease if you just–”
“Yeah, if I wanted my arm to blow up in my face,” I said, interrupting his train of thought. “Dagna capped it on purpose. If I pushed it too far with a staff, I could just drop it and run, but I can’t get rid of a limb so easily. And, as it stands, I try not to break my fancy, irreplaceable toys.”
“Ah. Of course,” he said, still examining the lingering glow. “A kind gift. It suits you.”
I looked over my own arm, running a finger over the rivets and carvings on it. Dagna had made it as a custom piece, of course; a surprise, with me in mind in seemingly every detail. Crafted from dragon bone and aurum, decorated in delicate floral motifs and running vines carved into the metal – and a shitload of lyrium to power it and hold all the enchantments together. “Elegant, ingenious, and surprisingly deadly. Just like you, Inquisitor!”
“Well, Dagna’s a kind person,” I said quietly, still reminiscing over it.
“Even so, I doubt many others could inspire such a gift,” Solas said, turning ever so subtly in his seat towards me. “You have a… goodness of spirit, a kind of manner about you that people are drawn to, it seems.”
Was that butterflies in my stomach, or cement? I shifted against the ground, uncomfortable with both possibilities. “Solas, don’t. I–”
“I don’t say it to try and flatter you,” he said, looking now at me instead of just my arm. “I say it because it is true. You have a gift for making yourself agreeable. A sincerity that endears people to you. Sometimes, against all sense,” he continued, the last words almost under his breath.
I rolled my eyes as I looked off into the garden. “‘Against all sense?’ Gee, thanks.”
“I don’t mean– Like Josephine and Leliana. Ready to help you at the drop of a hat, despite the… company you brought,” he said.
“Or like you?” I added quietly, twisting the grass under me with my fingers as I looked down.
“I… in some ways, yes,” he answered, just as quietly. Why did that still feel like such a stab to the heart, after two years? I tried to hide the involuntary sharp breath I took with a small nod, looking ahead at the ground with a carefully measured face, determined not to betray anything either way. Solas seemed to recover quicker than I from the unexpected question, however. “I imagine it is much the same in your personal life. You were always well liked in the Inquisition, too; surely, in Wycome, you don’t lack for friends or… or… what have you.”
The way he faltered on the last bit, despite trying to sound so sure of himself, made me snort in spite of myself. “Is this your way of asking if I’ve been seeing anyone else?”
The words were out of my mouth before I even realized the weight of what I was saying, or who I was saying it to. I froze, grass in my fingers forgotten, dread overtaking me as I carefully looked over to see Solas’ reaction – which was almost worth my own mortification, at first. He made a sound like he was choking on something as his face blanched, then blushed. “Of course not,” he balked. “I mean, I would not presume– it isn’t my concern if you– whoever you choose to… keep company with, it is not my–”
“Solas, we really don’t have to have this conversation. I don’t even know why I said it, it just came out. I…”
He stopped to get a handle on his floundering as I spoke, letting out a deep breath as he did. “It is not any of my business. I would never try to… to pry into your personal life. I would hope that you are still happy, of course. However you choose to–”
“Please, stop talking,” I said, burying my face into my knees to hide how red I was turning. “Gods, even if… I think I would rather drown myself in the fountain than have this conversation right now, Solas.”
[secret hidden content that I’m not done working on yet and don’t have to a place I am even remotely okay with putting it out there yet but it’s good okay I promise it’s gonna be good]
“...of course,” he muttered, making a small nod.
“Thank you,” I muttered into my legs, with an exacerbated and thoroughly embarrassed huff as I peaked my eyes back out over my knees.
AHHH anyways thank you if you read this far! Here'a some art of the prosthetic arm in this chapter from @the-scottish-art-guy as a thank you
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Annual writing self-evaluation
I was tagged by @pipergirl17 (and I'm so glad she did - thank you, friend!)
1. List of works published this year (in no particular order):
Better Living Through Chemistry
Among the Willows
It ain't fiction, just a natural fact
kiss me where you bruise me
2. Work you are most proud of (and why):
I'm proud of all my children but I'm most proud of myself for writing Among the Willows because it really did start as just vibes and it ended up being a lovely little vignette of a moment in time that I put a lot of research and love into. Honorable mention to Better Living Through Chemistry because it was my first PWP and I personally thought it was a unique and fun take on sex pollen.
3. Work you are least proud of (and why):
[buzzer noise] I am proud of ALL my children!!!!
4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
I loved this exchange at the tail-end of kiss me where you bruise me because it was a good exercise in writing some post-coital awkwardness between two people who don't know each other all that well while still acknowledging that there's the potential for something more there. And I needed Eddie to take any opportunity to be a little softer and sillier bc he desperately wants Chrissy to not see him as mean and scary!
“I’m…good,” he says, throwing his palms up and flattening his lips into a tight, awkward smile. He’s looking for his right sock — she knows it’s on the other side of the mattress. Chrissy doesn’t know if it’s rude or not to grab it, worried Eddie might think she’s pushing him out when she’s not quite sure where she’d prefer he be.
The red light of the alarm clock on the bedside table burns a bright 1:37 into the dark when she asks another question, maybe just to cut through the awkward silence. “Are you okay to drive home? It’s late.”
(Where is home for Eddie Munson, anyway?)
He smiles to himself a little before he answers her. “Nah. I’m a bit of a nocturnal creature, actually.” He throws two hands up, fingers curled out like he’s doing a vampire pose during a game of charades. “Still got a couple hours left in me.”
5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:
I'm a big fan of the incoherent flailing but I also really love when people engage with the details of the fic and tell me something they really loved about a particular line or description! I just love and appreciate getting comments in general!
6. A time when writing was really, really hard:
November. Something about that month just zapped the energy out of me. This seemed to be a hard time for a lot of us for one reason or another…I propose we move NaNoWriMo to like…March or June or something because November is NOT it.
8. How did you grow as a writer this year:
I gained a lot of confidence. I stopped obsessing over every line being perfect because I would rather have a finished product that others can enjoy instead of a gorgeous, perfect wip that no one else can read. And now that I’m not chasing validation (both internal and external) the process is way less stressful!
9. How do you hope to grow next year:
I want to be more consistent! I want to explore more outlining methods, write more productively…and I want to be a beacon for other writers who are new to the process because the community aspect is so important.
10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
@staceymcgillicuddy is a rockstar of a writer whose work ethic amazes me. @pipergirl17 my angel in the comments your work is gorgeous and you’re so kind. Extra special shoutout to everyone who writes fearlessly and freakishly because we’re all better for it. And everyone who encourages writers to keep going!
11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:
Wouldn’t you like to know? Ummm honestly though nothing super personal but it ain’t fiction came to me over nights of sitting on my couch watching old metal videos on MTV classic and wishing those two kids made it out of Indiana and got a shot at their dreams.
12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
The time will pass! Writing is vulnerable and embarrassing but I am more embarrassed by the years I spent not pursuing this hobby and letting all those ideas never leave my brain than by ANYTHING I’ve published.
13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
I want to prioritize finishing all my multichapter wips…but I also want to explore more historical AUs.
14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:
(But only if you want to 👉👈)
@justhere4thevibez, @toodivineforhumanmind, @0nemorestranger
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20 questions for Fic Writers
Thanks for tagging me @theresthesnitch, I love seeing everyone's answers on this!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
40.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
177,784. (A couple of thousand of those are actually by @eemolu, my partner in writing taller than the trees).
3. What fandoms do you write for?
These days, almost exclusively HP, though I've written a few little oneshots for Lois & Clark.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. The Great James Potter (167 kudos). Jily, canon, 7th year Lily POV "enemies"-to-lovers, 8.7k.
2. AO3 Is Down (149 kudos). Jily Muggle AU where they work for AO3. As cracky as it sounds. XD 1.4k.
3. As If By Magic (139 kudos). Jily, canon, 7th year slow burn, 34k.
4. Inescapable (138 kudos). Jily, soulmates, Hogwarts across the years, 4.2k.
5. Are You Experienced? (135 kudos). Hogwarts Jily go to a Muggle concert for their first date. 12.6k.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Absolutely!! Comments make my day and I always want people to know I appreciate them!!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Trapped - Emmeline Vance's last fight with the Death Eaters, told from her POV.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Are You Experienced? is definitely one of the fluffiest!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I wouldn't say I've ever got full-blown hate, but I've got a few negative comments, most of them for writing Sirius/Lily. Stuff like 'Sirius would never do that to James' - even when it's a story where the Sirius/Lily part is fake dating and James is actually aware of it and endorsing it. xD The mind boggles.
9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?
I write some smut, yes! M/F, mostly vanilla stuff. :p
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Not really! Though one day I want to finish that fic where Lily is a L&C fan. xD
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of! Who would be interested in stealing my fics? Lol. xD
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have! My old Remadora story Over Spilt Coffee (FF.net link here - I should put it up on AO3) was translated to Russian, from my own Greek translation. And there was also a translation of Birthday in Spanish but the link doesn't seem to be working.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
A couple! Apart from taller than the trees which I've already mentioned, I'd cowritten a fic for L&C with my friend Raquel.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
JILY!!!
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
My old WIP Through Times Of War. It was my attempt to write Book 7 before DH came out. I still remember my plans for it, I had an ending and everything, but I'm just not interested in that era anymore.
16. What are your writing strengths?
A good grasp of grammar, vocabulary, flow - the technical aspects. My writing always looks very polished.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Coming up with a good plot/what happens next.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I've done it once - had Fleur and her family fight in French about Bill, in listening range of the Weasleys. I think that, if you're going to write dialogue in another language for a fic, it has to serve a narrative purpose. I don't like it when characters speak in another language or drop random words/endearments just to show off the writer's headcanons about where they're from.
19. First Fandom you wrote for?
Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman.
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
Depends on your definition of favourite, but the one I'm proudest of is probably Are You Experienced?
Tagging @athenasparrow, @charmsandtealeaves, @kay-elle-cee, @jamesunderwater (if you haven't been tagged already!)
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20 questions for fic writers
taking from @fivedayslater who tagged anyone for this, i'll also pass around to 'anyone who wants to answer these questions is effectively tagged' but also @lostlegendaerie, @sharpenote specifically.....
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
36! not too shabby considering i'm not super consistent about writing.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
257,465! wow. jeez.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently One Piece, historically Voltron.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
predictably: this is almost entirely Keith/Lance.
Stormchasing: Keith/Lance handcuffed together fic i tried to pace like an actual episode! posting early in the fandom’s lifecycle gave it staying power, lol.
The Hustle: Keith/Lance espionage/heist-ish fic i cowrote with a friend. Really fun premise, and it was fun to co-write something!
Good Grief: Keith/Lance 5+1. i don’t remember anything about this.
Tallies: Keith/Lance 5+1. look… i wrote a lot of these.
Interstate 80: It’s not Klance! Jean/Marco, roadtrip modern day AU. i wrote this as a teenager, and i do not think this holds up whatsoever, but i made a lot of close friends through this fic and i'm fond of it solely due to that, haha.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i try! i have like, a half-life where if a fic is more than a year old i probably won’t respond because i’ve probably forgotten anything interesting to say.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Haha i wrote a hunger games AU for Attack on Titan? i don’t know what possessed me to take Jean Kirstein out of one horribly depressing canon and into another horribly depressing canon.
Outside of that, i tend to stick to relatively happy or neutral endings. Most recently, Time Turned Fragile probably has the angstiest ending but i’d classify it as bittersweet really, even though Sanji like. dies? look. don’t worry about it
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uhhh??? this is harder to answer … Inaba’s Self-Appointed Cat Adoption Agency is a fic that is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written and as such has the most feel-good fluffy ending as a result.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not really! i’ve gotten a-bit-too-bold concrit in bookmark notes, but i wouldn’t really consider that hate.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Nah lol. (gestures to weaknesses answer) it is not my forte, and i’m not super interested.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
not typically! I did write Turnabout Heart, which is a brief Persona 5 / Ace Attorney crossover, because I thought Sae being friends with Mia would be neat.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
ah, i found someone reposting my fic to wattpad once (username still attached). i just gently told them it was in bad form lol, it was wattpad in 2017 or so so I’m sure it was just some kid haha. they apologized and deleted it and their other stolen stuff so it’s all good.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope! Someone offered once, but never got back around to me.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes! The Hustle from above, and for better or for worst which was a fun last hurrah for Keith/Lance.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
It’s really funny because i’ve never written for any of my all time ships lol. Ike/Soren is maybe my ship of all time. Keith/Lance i’m still stupidly fond of despite myself. i never even finished Voltron.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
this has historically been time loop fics, but I wrote two this year!!!!! Congrats to me!!
Currently i’ve been working on a Robin-centric Robin and Sanji roleswap fic, and while i have a good grasp on the emotional/plot arcs involved it is not easy to write Robin POV lol. i can only write characters who are more emotionally stupid than me. i keep chugging away at it though.
for one I know I'll never finish: I have a brief outline/scenes written for a Professor Sada/Robot Professor Sada (haha. lol. sorry.) fic that would be titled Stochastic Parent as a play on the machine learning term 'stochastic parrot', i.e. the principle that AI does not truly understand language, merely parrots it back to the user. i could not figure out how to write this without being on the nose.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Bizarrely i really like writing action scenes hahahaahaha. It’s one of the few scenes in fic i really fully visualize, so translating that is fun. emotions in a fight are fun too, i like writing fear.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
The main one: romance! More specifically though, physical intimacy. hilarious to write mostly romance fic and be bad at it. i’ve been actively avoiding writing kissing scenes for the last 10 fic or so. at this point i’m trying to see how long i can go without one.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Think it’s incredibly neat to see but i don't think i'll ever do it. i feel like i need to return my linguist card for this answer....
19. First fandom you wrote for?
some different answers here: Fire Emblem (never finished or posted online), Harvest Moon (posted on deviantArt and deleted when i scorched my warrior cats username from the face of the earth), and Attack on Titan (first fic on ao3)
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
All time it’s Dead Horizon. i got to write a lot of fun environmental storytelling and horror in that one, and I liked the emotional arc overall. i really like environments/settings in terms of storytelling, and i don’t get the chance to write much of that since i stick with shorter one shots typically. Still very, very fond of it.
Recent stuff it’s Same As It Ever Was. i’ve wanted to do a Once in a Lifetime themed timeloop for ages but I kept dropping the concept, until now! Finally I wrote a scene based off the ‘not my beautiful house, not my beautiful wife’ lyric! dream come true.
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WIP Snippet!
Warnings for swearing. Quite a lot of swearing. (They’re not all under the cut either, so if that’s not your thing, please stop reading now).
This story is one that is taking up every hour of my free time (though usually through little plans being made rather than actual writing). It’s becoming something that is completely self-service, and I'm really nervous about that but I’m hoping that when I do eventually get around to posting it that other people will enjoy it in some way shape or form.
This particular scene is from a section of the story that’s quite far into the action, but I had it in my head all afternoon and I had to write it out.
Evelyn’s chair scraped as she pushed it back from the table. The book she’d been reading was closed and tucked under her arm as she stood. Still, he continued to avoid her stare.
“You know something? The Scott Tracy that I knew all those years ago wouldn’t have stood for this. He wouldn’t have been pushed around so easily. I don’t know what the fuck you’ve got yourself into, Scott, but the old you would have found a way around it. The old you wouldn’t have allowed anything, gun to the head or not, get in his way from doing what he needed to do.”
Being told the truth always hurt, but in this case it felt like an ice shard straight to the heart. Evelyn was right, of course, and it burned him worse than that hot water container had, but that didn’t mean he had to stay and listen to it. Her words were the last straw.
“Yeah, well, that Scott Tracy is no longer in the fucking building, so get used to it.”
He stood, knocking the chair off balance and leaving it tumbling into the floor behind him. He was no longer just tired, he was angry.
Angry at being pushed around.
Angry at being threatened.
Angry at not being able to do what was right.
“Excuse me,” he whispered, noticing Gordon carefully studying whatever the hell was going on from the kitchenette in his peripheral. “I have to get some air.”
He made it all of three steps before her next question sunk in.
“Do you at least miss him?”
It had him stop dead in his tracks. Did he miss that old version of him? To get such a reaction, he figured he must have done, but he’d never thought about it before. Scott was Scott, and deep down he was still the same person that he’d been all those years ago. Besides, he’d never noticed any changes, but perhaps that was because change can happen slowly over time, right? His answer to her question scared him more than anything else currently did in this district of Bereznik.
“I’ve had to adapt to survive.”
“To survive what? Life? That isn’t going to cut it around here.”
Scott stayed rooted to the spot, even as he heard her socked feet pad over to him. In front of him she stood, head tilted upwards to catch his gaze. He didn’t deny her it this time. After that outburst, eye contact was probably the least he could offer by way of an olive branch.
“Look,” she continued after a few moments of that silent, understanding staring. “Whatever the hell it is, if you want me to stop asking, I will, okay? But just know that our work here will only be a success if we’re a team. We all need to know all the variables in all the situations, otherwise this isn’t going to work.”
He understood that. Truly, he did. This line of work was built in the very foundations of trust in the team, and knowing that he was withholding information wouldn’t make it any easier for him to be seen as trustworthy.
Evelyn held his gaze for a moment, allowing him one last chance to open up to her, to tell her the truth, but Scott held his silence.
She sighed. “You might not want to divulge your secrets, that’s fine, but I’ll let you in on one of mine. I miss him.”
#fic: what should have stayed buried#tw swearing#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds are go#thunderfam#scott tracy#five fics
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For the wip game, Prison Fic pls! 💜
Thank you @hbyrde36 for the ask! I haven’t touched this in a while, so I decided to move onto another part of it. And because of that I kind of got carried away! I’m just going to put everything I wrote today because it’s a complete thing so makes sense. I really enjoy sharing my bits of writing and I don’t have anything finished so it feels like being in an echo chamber sometimes.
📝
Dear Steve
Of all the letters I’ve received I have to admit yours was the most surprising. I don’t mean that in a bad way, I swear. I just didn’t think you’d ever write. I guess I didn’t think we’d ever talk to one another ever again. I know you were in court, I saw you a couple of times. I can’t believe you were there, I’m really grateful for it. I’m sorry it was all a waste of your time though.
To your question… You’re right, I can’t be open with the kids, at all. I don’t want them to know what it’s like here. They’ve been through so much, and honestly Steven (yes, I called you Steven, let me have some fun) I want them to forget about me. They’re so awesome, and so kind, and I know it’s not going to happen overnight because they’re stubborn shits, but yeah that was the hope. Hopper tore me a new one, though. So as you know I’m answering their letters now, but it’s really hard being upbeat and coming up with things to tell them that aren’t hard. They’ll stop writing eventually though. I think of them growing up, going to college, getting married! Imagine Henderson married?! Jesus Christ, isn’t that fucking scary? They’re so smart, they’re going to have such great lives. At least I know that much.
So yeah. You saying that you’ll listen to the things I can’t tell them? Shit man, I don’t think you know what you’re letting yourself in for. But given we’re never going to see each other again, what the fuck right? Like what’s the worst thing that’s going to happen here? You’ll stop writing. And I wasn’t expecting you to write in the first place.
I wrote all that yesterday. I had to stop because I just didn’t know how to put it in words. I still don’t I guess, but I have to try, right?
It sucks. I’m actually sitting here laughing, and my cellie is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, and maybe I am, but it sucks? Like, doesn’t touch the sides, you know?
At first I was scared all the time. But eventually, faster than you’d think actually, you fall into the routine. It’s all about routine. The time you get up, the time you eat, the time you work - yes, my first actual real paying job and it’s in prison, for fuck sake (for pennies, by the way, I’m not living the high life). I work in the laundry at the moment, I’m hoping to change that though. The old body isn’t coping too well, you know? I have a top bunk as well, which fucking blows, you should see me trying to climb up and down, I look like a drunk octogenarian. Yes, the guy who had 3 goes at senior year and still didn’t graduate knows big words. Fuck you.
Mail is monitored, I know you know that, so I won’t say anything too much about other inmates. Some are cool. Some are not. There’s this saying, don’t trouble trouble unless trouble troubles you. That’s what it’s like here, mostly. Like, there’s a lot of dangerous people here, and they’re all innocent by the way, there’s no point in saying you’re innocent, no one listens because everyone is. But yeah, people try and keep a lid on their shit and mind their own business, although that doesn’t alway happen. I took a beating soon after I got here. I thought it was because they recognised me, but it was because I kept the block up a few too many times, nightmares, you know? So yeah, I try and stay awake as much as I can and catch some sleep during the day.
Mostly I think about how this is it now. That every day will be the same for the rest of my life. There’s a part of the infirmary for old geezers and terminally ill inmates. People who don’t have long. Sometimes they get lucky, they have families and they can get moved to a hospital for the last week or so. Mostly they don’t. I keep thinking how that will be me someday. And it makes me think that I wish that night in the UD had gone differently. That those things had finished the fucking job. Instead I have to countdown to it slowly. I think about how old I’ll be, how long I might live. To my 60s? 70s? Wayne told me that his Pa lived to be 87. I hope shit like that doesn’t get passed down through families.
I’ve probably put you off ever writing back. But I want to thank you for asking and giving me a chance to just say this shit, to put it down somewhere, even if it ends up in the trash. I can’t be honest with Wayne, because he worries something awful. So I have to be careful with him just like I’m careful with the kids. I’m grateful for you letting me not have to be careful with you. And I promise that I won’t be mad if you don’t write back. I’m not expecting you to. That you did once means a lot, truly.
I have a favour to ask, and it’s not fair of me but I’m so desperate. If you get a chance, would you check on Wayne for me every once in a while? I’m scared what will happen to him on his own, he’s getting old you know? And fuck if you do see him don’t say I said that. Man’s a stubborn old goat, he’ll tell you he doesn’t need anything, but he’s a fucking liar. His right knee is fucked and his back has been giving him problems for years, and he takes pills for his heart. And he’s been so fucking stressed with me, and I’m scared he’ll just keel over. And I won’t be there. That’s the thing that terrifies me the most, that he needs me and I won’t be there.
In case you don’t write back, and I wouldn’t blame you, I swear it, then I want to thank you. We didn’t really get to know each other but I meant what I said. You’re a good dude Steve Harrington. I hope all the people in your life know that.
Eddie
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@ouroboros-hideout tagged me for WIP whenever!
I'm tagging @wanderingaldecaldo @luvwich @ghostoffuturespast @genocidalfetus
I am working on editing some old VP, taking some new stuff. Waiting for a certain pose pack to finish so I can take preview pics for it 😏 here are some refs to tease you
I finished chapter 11 and need to edit/revise but my brain just hasn't been in the mood for it.
Here's a chapter 11 excerpt. You can get a hint about who Rivka is if you search for the first line in all caps in the Hanukkah fic
Cheri didn't look up from her computer when she saw V. He was such a frequent flyer for so long she knew him by the sound of his footsteps. She merely motioned to the device on the counter, prompting him to jack in. V thought about Bea, how she felt and how she smelled, how she looked, the color of her hair, the softness of her legs, the shape of her breasts.
A beeping sounded in his head and four headshots were displayed on his retinal field. Angel and Skye were who usually showed up. They ran into each other at Riot a few months after Evelyn's murder where he explained himself. They flirted and parted on good terms. Two new faces were displayed underneath the other two portraits. One was a beautiful Hispanic woman with gold eyes and purple hair, and the other was someone that looked almost exactly like Bea. But even in the small frame, he could tell it wasn't really her.
He selected that photo and a name popped up underneath, "Rivka".
"Rivka just started. I'm sure you'll like her," Cheri said. Professional politeness, she didn't actually care how V felt. He stashed his pistol and knife in a locker before passing through a scanner. He walked to booth 5 and gently touched the glass door. It slid open without a sound and he stepped into the dimly lit room.
Got more of the collab smut outline done that I'll put under the cut. I hope to learn a lot from the person I'm working with (I admire their writing a lot also sorry idk if you wanted it public or not yet) and write better smut in the future
Starts coming back from a gig, Bea has a slash on her shoulder, V has a minor GSW in his hip
V got impatient and rushed in, outnumbered but both dispatched all. However, they weren't supposed to kill the target.
Start in the weapons room, bickering and bandaging each other up, each being rough to make it hurt. Bea's bloodlust dips in and wipes up his blood with her finger (you could have her sticking her fingers in his mouth, maybe with a little mean quip)
V does the same with her slash but jerks her face towards his with his fingers inside her mouth
Heal their wounds, go to the couch to relax and debrief. She’s in a tank top, pants, and still wearing shoes, he’s just in his boxers. Start nitpicking and blaming each other. V says something about her combat skills like she relies on her smartweapon too much and it would have gone a lot smoother.
She punches him (where?) not hard enough to do damage but hard enough to make her point, she stands up they exchange a certain look where they’re not actually mad and need to release the rest of the tension and adrenaline before they can go to sleep
She starts quizzing him about guns (I can research this) and every answer he gets wrong she slaps him which just makes him hard, visible bulge, etc
He gets snippy and she throws him to the floor and steps on his bare chest, painful but hot, leaves a print, quips about like watching his back, how he’d die without her, how she could move her boot up to his neck and kill him now. She puts more of her weight on him and he’s starting to struggle to breathe a little.
Grabs her legs and flip her back, cracking her into the table and scraping her side. He is on her fast and pulls her shirt up to lick the blood
She slams her palm into the GSW making him roll off her. While he’s recovering she gets undressed and orders him to sit against the couch where she then kneels on the couch to ride his face BUT he’s a complete teasing little shit which she loves but pretends to hate it and he’s just enjoying/shoving in her face how much he can control her
That riles her up and she drags him to the bedroom and throws him on the bed to do the same, her teeth DEFINITELY scrape his dick a dangerous amount and he’s really fucking annoyed and also genuinely a little scared
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❌What WIP do you find the most challenging? Why?
💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?
Tell me things about your braaaaaaiiiiin lol ^_^
Hi, it's been a month and I showed back up in my inbox
but i know you still love me, so I'm going to answer them anyway
(I also do not want to do work, and that's my other option)
Let's see... most challenging. *goes and looks through my WIP folder* So they're all hard for different reasons. Most of them are just difficult because they got too big and now I have to actually do the writing. But the two that feel hardest for other reasons are my Old Guard canon divergence where Joe's wife dies at Jerusalem and comes back alongside Joe and Nicky. I love this character, I love this fic, but sending the characters on a multi-decade roadtrip in the 12th century requires SO MUCH research. The other challenging one is my Old Guard high school AU. I've published some of it, but there's a longer Joe/Nicky fic that started it all that I decided to do in 6 different POVs and non-chronological. I stand by that choice, but the editing on that for cohesion alone is a nightmare.
As for a scene I can't wait to write... honestly I mostly just skip around and write that scene because I lack self control. But I have started a sort of parallel fic to my Eliot has a daughter Leverage AU wherein Parker Acquires a Child and the OT3 adopt him. And I know that for the kid's 18th birthday, they're going to take him on his first Real Heist. I think it is going to be SO FUN to write. Whenever I get there.
#i'm having a social experience!#nerds writes#fic writing#leverage fic#old guard fic#let's go steal a tv show#the old guard
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7. Post a snippet from a wip.
20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?
21. Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?
38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?
74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?
Well YOU don't ask for much, do ya? :P
7. Ghost snippet!
Fai was a lot of things—flighty, flamboyant, funny, sweet, even occasionally serious when he had to be—but Kurogane had never seen him look like this. His expression was almost angry, and his eyes snapped with some barely-restrained emotion.
He pivoted on his heel and started marching away.
“H-hey!” Kurogane protested. “Where are you going?”
Fai didn’t answer, and Kurogane could do nothing but follow him. Fai went straight to the headmistress’s office and threw open the door without knocking. She was on the phone, but she hung up when she saw them without even making an excuse to her caller.
“What can I do for you, Fai-sensei?”
“You really think I’m going to let him go without me?” Fai shouted.
20. AU or canon?
hmmmmm very depends on the fandom. Obviously TRC is my main jam and I've dabbled with lots of different things in that fandom. My old HP stuff from my youth was almost all AU. ON the other hand, a lot of the fandoms where I've only dabbled and written one or two fics tend to be canon(ish), I think because I only really start exploring AUs after I've spent enough time to go through some of my canon concepts.
.... you know, I actually think my favorite thing is probably canon AU-type stuff. Like, exploring how canon could go differently if X or Y. Final answer.
21. Longfic or one-shots?
Listen. I don't know how to shut the fuck up. I have written a lot of one-shots, actually, but I am a long-form writer at heart. I want to build things over time. I'm a friends (or enemies)-to-lovers and slowburn ho. Give me chapters or give me death.
38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?
Oh, definitely Drinks and Subtle Things (Rockstar AU). I did not choose a focus character and chose all of them. I gave all of them just, so many fucking issues, and then I covered them in tattoos and oral sex about it.
Runner up: All the Faults You've Left Behind, closely followed by the other fics where I wrote Kurogane x Doumeki. I remain the only person who has ever used that tag on AO3. Just me, paddling my one-person kayak merrily down the stream.
74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?
I could say my overly-long fic for the 2022 KuroFai Olympics, or grump about how few people leave comments in general these days especially in a fuckoff gigantic fandom like Critical Role, but I'm trolling tonight. I think more people should read my absolutely idiotic Holitsuba-verse porn. Woe, Home Care and Sensei and Souffles be upon ye.
Wanna ask me about my fic? Here's a list of questions. Anonymous is fine with me.
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