#and had to put most of things either on draft or queue

[kelin-is-writing]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Kinda late to this Lynn, I’m sorry 😭🙏🏻💕

Let’s see…. 5 songs I like to listen to? Uhm… Recently I’m a lot into:

ZEN — Jennie

Buttons — Pussycat Dolls

Paint The Town Red — Doja Cat

Thank You Come Again — BamBam

Woke Up — XG

Thank you for sending me this Lynn, and again, sorry for the late reply 🫂💜

[mumms-the-word]

#17 for the writer's asks. Like you have a schedule for Nautera, and I can't fathom writing fast enough to strick to a schedule 😭, or being certain I wouldn't want to change some parts until the fic is almost done. So I'm interested to hear what your process is!

Oh man this question is so complicated for me haha here we go. Looong answer ahead so I've put most of it under the cut!

17. talk about your writing and editing process

okay so let me start off by saying...I don't have a consistent process haha

I do up to a point. So most of the time for fic, when I get an idea, I'll mull it around in my head a bit, and I might jot down a few lines or notes I don't want to forget in the Notes app (either on my phone or on my laptop), and then I'll set it aside for when I have time to write it. Then I write it, read over it the next day for edits, put it in tumblr for another round of edits, and post it when I feel like I'm happy with it.

But in reality? Oof. It really just depends. (also TLDR, writing is a process, and I love my fanfic community <3)

Sometimes the inspiration to write a whole oneshot or scene takes me and I'll write out a first draft right there in the Notes app (I tend to sacrifice work when I do this, which is bad and often why I end up with so much unfinished work with deadlines staring me dead in the face at the last minute. So I do not recommend this, but hyperfixation will hyperfixate...) I believe I wrote the entire first drafts for Choosing to Live and Ascension, Return in one day each.

Other times, I'll come back to it and play around with it for a bit. Sometimes the writing is easy! Chapter 4 for In Fathoms Below was super fun for me to write (especially the last half) because I had battle music playing and I was just so excited to get to the dragon turtle reveal. Chapter 5, which will be a much more intense action/adventure scene, was significantly harder and took much longer. I think I spent several days, probably a week fighting with that chapter, because I wanted it to be good, fast-paced, and tense...but also make sense. I'll probably still mess with it before it posts on Friday.

Sometimes, I can write a whole scene/chapter in a day. Other times it takes me several days. It really just depends. Sometimes music helps. Sometimes I just can't make one single paragraph work and it frustrates me for days (*coughcoughCHAPTER 5cough*). Sometimes I write myself into a corner and I don't know how to fix what I did, but I'm too stubborn to delete anything just yet or start over. Not every chapter/scene/oneshot is the same!

Once I have a full draft of the chapter/oneshot, however, then I start to edit it. This also changes up depending on the project. For a oneshot, I might read through it twice on my Notes app, adjusting things as I go. I try not to write a full oneshot and post it on the same day so I can sleep on it and come back to it with a fresh brain (mini fics like the Nightfall and alone, finally fics don't count, I'll post those after two read-throughs on the same day because they are asks).

Once I'm half-satisfied with it in Notes, then I'll stick it into tumblr on my laptop and use the Grammarly widget to help catch grammar mistakes. Reading it in a different font/arrangement/format also helps with finding mistakes or catching awkward sentences. Once I'm happy with it on tumblr, I'll queue it up to post, and then copy/paste everything into AO3 and post it there once it goes live on tumblr.

For a chapter of my longfics, however, I might read it several times. I'll go back and read the previous chapter and then the current one to make sure I've kept things consistent and that everything flows or transitions from one chapter to the next, for example. I'll read it once a day for a couple of days (maybe skipping a day if I'm frustrated with it) and see what each new day brings in terms of edits, fixes, and ideas. With the Masquerade longfic, because it's kind of just for me and a friend (though I'm excited that others are enjoying it too!), I'll post the chapter as soon as I'm relatively satisfied with it, maybe only spending 2-3 days on edits (not counting time spent writing a full draft).

For the Nautera/Atlantis fic, however, because I know there's a bit more hype from 2-3 more readers (and people have been SO lovely in their comments on AO3 as well!! <3), I put a smidge more effort into it. For one, I set up a schedule and wrote several chapters in advance, because last week and this week is PACKED with deadlines and work I ignored while doing other things (ahem, like writing the Atlantis fic). I wrote 4 chapters pretty much in the span of a week and then held off posting any of them until I had a good queue lined up. Then I queued them up over two weeks.

The benefit to this is that it gives me breathing room to write at my own pace while still ensuring I have content for my readers...which is different than the Masquerade fic, which I kind of write "as the inspiration strikes" and so I don't update it nearly as consistently (sorry friends). Trust me, if I posted chapters as soon as I had them ready, I would've posted 4 chapters back to back on the same day or on 4 days, and then we'd be waiting 2-3 weeks (or months) for the next chapter. I'd get bogged down by shame, I'd contemplate quietly quitting the project, it would be a whole thing. The queue helps me and my readers. I really need to implement it for the masquerade fic too.

(I still have a queue going, actually. I currently have Nautera's chapter 5 queued up to post on Friday and chapter 6 in a "midway" draft stage, and the start of chapter 7 in Notes. I don't normally write that far ahead! But the idea has me in a chokehold...and I'd rather write it than work, unfortunately.)

HOWEVER. The benefit and downside to having the chapters queued up and being excited for them is that I can still mess with them. So for the Nautera/Atlantis chapters, they might sit in my queue for a week, and every day I might go back in and make tiny adjustments. So for some things, I might only do a day of edits, maybe 2 days. For something like the Nautera/Atlantis fic, though? I have a bad habit of messing with each chapter several times lol sometimes this is fine and sometimes I feel like I'm messing with them too much, you know?

All that said, for some reason, fics don't trigger my perfectionism, even knowing I have actual readers reading and responding to them. You'd think they would, but they don't. Unlike my original book projects, which trigger my perfectionism so bad I haven't finished several of them because I want to keep messing with them, fics are consumed so quickly I feel less pressure about sharing them. I think there's a kind of freedom in knowing that once it's posted, it's out there, for better or for worse. You can fix minor edits, but you don't necessarily have to sweat the small stuff because it's just fanfic, it's posted for free, and if people don't want to read it, it's not personal. It's been really fun, actually, and I love the little community I've built making BG3 fics for people (and for myself).

I think, also, it's been healthy for me to hone my writing craft/skills away from fandom spaces first. I didn't get an AO3 until this year and I'm in my late 20s. I think if I had tried to write fanfic when I was a teen or even in my early 20s, I'd be too obsessed with the numbers. At this point in my life, I'm just happy to get a couple of comments, and happier still that my writing brings 4-5 people joy <3

It also helps to remember the wise words of one of my graduate instructors when it comes to certain projects: Done is better than good. This is a life-saver for essays and school projects, of course, but for fic, I know we want our content to be good. So I'll adjust it for fic here:

Done is better than perfect.

[bropunzeling]

fic author Never Have I Ever brady/quinn?

oh gosh do i want to write a fic for them so bad. i am a bit intimidated just bc i have mutuals who are Hughes Bros Scholars and i am not a scholar, merely auditing the classes as it were, but like. they're besties! they had to do a stupid odd couple video for the draft! the way quinn looked at brady at his wedding gets me!!!!!!!! and while i have some concepts that i am v seriously batting around (ballet quinn you are IN THE QUEUE) i also have some where idk if i will ever get to it, and one of the latter is the one where brady gets divorced.

the thing is, no one ever gets married expecting to get divorced, and brady certainly did not get married expecting to get divorced. two years ago, he would've said they were happy and he wouldn't have been lying; a year ago, he would've said they were happy and it would've been - not the truth, exactly, but not a lie, either. they were happy, most of the time. happy enough.

and then they weren't happy. these things happen, apparently. you can try your hardest, give 110%, and it still won't be what the other person needs. what they thought life would be like and what you did aren't lining up, can't line up. hard to stay married after that.

they finalize the paperwork during brady's bye week. when he signs on the line, brady can't help feeling like he's fallen short, somehow.

the sens do okay. make the playoffs, which has happened more frequently than it hasn't in the past four years; lose in the first round, which is - also pretty typical. brady hangs out with his siblings for a few weeks, hits the golf courses with dad, tries to keep his mind off his season.

mom sometimes mentions his ex in passing, but only when she thinks brady can't hear her. brady tries not to be too upset about it.

midway through the summer, brady goes to michigan. he didn't go to the lake that much when he was younger - always spending time with his family, and then with his girlfriend, and then it was his wife, and well - there wasn't time. but this summer, he's at loose ends, and he accepts quinn's invitation gratefully.

the best thing about it is quinn is the only one who isn't treating brady like he's different, like something happened. which, yes, a lot of things happened, but that doesn't mean brady wants to think about it. brady wants to try out jetskiing, brady wants to beat quinn and then jack and then trevor at beer pong. brady wants to help quinn buy groceries and put on a party. brady wants to do circuits and watch quinn's t-shirt cling to his back. brady wants to sit on the dock and talk about nothing, the way they used to all the time as teenagers.

about a week in, brady realizes that he doesn't just want to sit on the dock with quinn. he wants to put his hand on the small of quinn's back. he wants to rub a knuckle along the nape of quinn's neck, to see if quinn will flinch, or shiver. he wants to - does, not on purpose, but he does - reach out and tug at quinn's hair. longer now. it falls in his eyes. he wants to kiss quinn, and one night, he does.

for a millisecond, quinn kisses back, and it's up there for one of the best things that's ever happened to brady.

then quinn pulls back, eyes flat and revealing nothing. when brady tries again, quinn puts a hand between their chests. when brady asks why - quinn liked it, quinn wants it, he kissed back - quinn stares at the splintery wood of the dock and says, you don't get to just - decide you want to kiss me because you're sad, or you - you don't get to. not when i -

quinn doesn't say anything else, but he doesn't have to. brady knows, now. he can read it all over quinn's face.

[takemetotheastralagain]

2, 20, and 37 for the fr asks :D (romeowfr)

2. Beloved dragon

I’ve got a bunch! I love my progens JungleSwamp and onion and some cool ones I bought like Ari and my irl friend bought me the auraboa Zelda! They’re all on the main page (I’m Quackstral!)

Pizza too! She’s still in my babies tab lmao

20. Rank the breeds

I felt bad putting them lower than B cuz I do like a lot of the dragons dhjfdhcj

S: the bug boys… Everlux, Dusthide and Aethers!

Pizza and Ari and isopods in general are why I like these guys lmao, dusthides came out when I got to start taking care of isopods and I find them delightful! I’d make so many skins for them if I had the gems Ough,,, I wanna highlight the plating and patterns of their carapaces and make them look more isopod-like in the skins too! I’ve got like a draft Dairy Cow isopod skin going for the F Dusthide pose :0

A: Fathom, Fae, Guardian, Snapper, Veilspun, Imperial, Mirror, Auraboa, Banescale

a is for like not my MOST favorite but still pretty good! JungleSwamp and onion are a guardian and a mirror and a lot of these again I’m biased for due to friend gifts and early purchases dbfjdhdh

I’ve yet to breed more auraboas and such they’re like one of my least utilized breeds but I wanna get a double of this one really good hatch I got from Zelda and Sorella (he’s somewhere in either ‘Farmiliars’ or ‘Random Breeding’ which are basically the same but separated just so I didn’t have to go into multiple pages in a tab lmao)

B: Ridgeback, Tundra, Aberration, Bogsneak, Wildclaw, Undertide, Coatl, Obelisk, Spiral, Gaoler, Sandsurge, Nocturne, Skydancer, Pearlcatcher

some of these are more fitting for A now that I’ve actually like thought about it but the long breed times on some of them are a little bit miffing at times and I haven’t really hatched an Obelisk I like yet, and I only have like one Pearlcatcher who’s active 😭

None of those are ordered in any way the thing was SO small on my phone too Omg lmao

37. Hill you will die on no matter how ridiculous, unimportant or unrealistic it may be

Oh! I’ve got a couple things I’ve thought of

Baldwin queue needs to happen, I think more genes should be shared amongst ancients like the tertiary ones and even if they’re similar like the pointy things on gaolers vs fangs on aberrations (mostly I just like to think about it but if it happens it would be SO cool) and more modern/ancient gene sharing would also be so awesome. Ancient terts on moderns would be fun too!

I think familiars having a chance to drop something they would as an enemy in the coliseum would also be awesome

I think there’s more but I can’t remember it all rn lmao, thanks for the ask!

[writing-for-life]

I won’t even attempt to keep this in the comments because I know it’ll get far too long (the queen of long rambles I am), and I’d torture myself with trying to break it up into tiny bits. There were a lot of thoughts since I last logged on, so here goes: The “how to use tags etc” brings me straight to @stellerssong:

As someone who is comparably new to Tumblr, finding my feet between writing in reblogs, comments and tags is honestly the most difficult thing for me. Because instinctively, I write in reblogs and have always done so because I’m a talker (well, at least when it comes to the written word; I’m actually more of an observer IRL), and I’m an old school forumite. But I felt (and have even been told once or twice) that wasn’t the “done thing” (I stopped caring as you can tell 🤣), especially not if you want to connect, so I defaulted to comments. Didn’t have much luck with that either initially, albeit slightly better.

Laying my thoughts out in tags is just something that goes against the flow for me, and I find it cumbersome, both to write and to read, which is totally a personal thing and just how my warped brain works. Some people will fall asleep trying to get through my walls of text, it’s just what it is.

I use tags much more to structure my own blog so I find stuff again (can I just reiterate again: Tumblr, your search function is shite). Or for the odd quip when I can’t be bothered to write more in-depth, but even then, I’m much more likely to write a line or two on a reblog or in the comments. I’m at the stage now where I try to do a bit of everything and mix it up, but the tags are still the thing that feels least instinctual to me when I actually want to share what moves me.

I think the queue is, at least for me, more of a signal that I’m usually not online when that post goes out (unless it accidentally overlaps), which I guess is quite strictly speaking not necessary? But I’ve got used to it when my blog got a bit bigger, maybe also to keep expectations at bay that no one is constantly at the rudder of this thing? I also use it because I often see stuff I want to order thematically because I have a stupid idea about something that ties in with a meta or a fic or what have you (yes, sometimes, there’s method to the madness), so I throw it into the drafts first and tag it for the queue, which is again, more for myself.

I hear you on the defensiveness btw. I often feel like there’s bad faith behind some interactions, and it’s exactly what drove me away from most other social media platforms. I can still remember saying, in my naïveté, how nice Tumblr and the fandom felt to me after I joined here. Only to get my first hate asks straight after that very post because it had engaged with a hot topic. That’s when I switched my anons off because I honestly don’t have time for that immature shit. It’s a shame really, because I know some people just won’t send asks if they have to put their name down, but then again: Maybe that’s the whole issue? Anyway, rambling…

But it often feels like you have to weigh up every word, and even whose posts you engage with. That’s just so wild to me, because it operates on the assumption that we’re all terminally online and have to know every spat or disagreement that’s going on somewhere so we don’t become “guilty by association.” Or that we can’t be thinking adults, capable of coming to our own conclusions without having to choose who we interact with, and that a reblog of one random post of someone doesn’t mean we agree with everything else they say (never mind we might not even be aware of it).

It seems that it’s impossible to consolidate that genuine enthusiasm and critical thinking can coexist, even in the same people, and that it’s possible to talk about general fandom trends (even the trickier ones) without getting personal and hateful.

That has nothing to do with perpetually being Switzerland (as an example, I have very strong thoughts on fandom misogyny I’ve been known to air occasionally), but rather with the fact that I have a job that deals with the most horrendous stuff on a daily basis. And it also includes some of the topics fandom discourse is commonly about, and I don’t want to constantly engage with it in my time off. I already do it in my work, and I sometimes just need to breathe. But it seems unthinkable to some people that you maybe do advocate and support on a daily basis—just because you can’t it see on here all the time, and you don’t carry it around like a badge of honour, doesn’t mean it’s not there. Again, the bad faith is often staggering, and if I sense it, I just disengage.

As for badgering people @windsweptinred and @marlowe-zara —I don’t know what your experiences are in general, but mine were that the ones who were most receptive to that type of encroachment 🤣 are almost always well into their 30s (a few notable exceptions aside). So I wonder if that way of initiating conversation is just something that seems more natural because we’re used to it from other platforms, or how we use social media? Or maybe we just don’t care about the embarrassment anymore, entirely possible 🤣

But yes, I welcome DMs and asks. It’s not weird, just do it already!

@tickldpnk8 I just laughed because that there, that’s it: If I wanted to shout into the void, I could just talk to my family (although I have to say my partner indulges me and generally doesn’t mind, but you *do* see his eyes glaze over after a while). So I feel everything I do on here is just sharing what’s important to me in hopes other people shout, “OMG me, too, let’s be weird together!” And I use the term “weird” very loosely, because one person’s weird meta is another’s weird crack fic. That’s why I do both, ha!

I also hear you on the toughness of trying to get people to interact. And that applies to everything, apart from the juggernaut fandom trends.

So I want to tell *everyone*, not just the people who took part in this conversation, to feel free to tag me in things they’ve written or created, because I know how quickly it can evaporate into oblivion despite being properly tagged. I sometimes stumble across months old stuff from mutuals and ask myself why I’ve never noticed it before, but such is life, and it’s never purposefully ignoring things. It might sometimes take a bit before I can reply something coherent, but I’m usually capable of a reblog with a semi-thought (be scared of incoherent semi-thoughts! 🤣)—every little helps, especially if it’s something that’s maybe not a main fandom interest (man, some topics sure can feel like it’s me, myself and I).

Also, I now want to know what possible abomination of a nickname you came up with 😜

One thing I have noticed during my year and some on Tumblr, is no one really talks to each other. Interaction seems to be a thing which almost has to be earned through content creation. Or be prompted through ask games.

I mean, if anyone ever wants to ask me things about my art/fics I'd obviously love nothing more. But I'm mostly on this hellsite to meet people to talk weird with about the things I love. You want to start a natter with me about something, just hop into the comments and start chatting, I'll chat back. Or pop me a pm. It can be about a picture of a tree for all I care. You don't have to be fandom famous, you could never have posted a thing in your life. I don't care, that's not what I'm here for. I'm just here to make friends.

[neonghostcat]

Thwarted by Reason

(In which I ramble about upcoming SVSSS fanfics. ;) Cut for the sake of your dashboards.)

It is, indeed, a tragic life a writer leads. Particularly the life of a fanfic writer, if Author's Notes are anything to go by.

If you are not beset with life's little calamities and delayed six hours from posting the newest chapter because a meteorite crashed into your car and exploded the neighborhood into a fireball that still rages (so please forgive the dreadful delay), then things like (ugh!) "practicality" and "the time-space continuum" forbid you working on a project you just thought up.

TL;DR: I want to write for LiuShen Week 2022, but I could instead, y'know not try to force myself to hurry and complete a fic that will inevitably rush through the story just to meet the deadline.

That means... I could just write it at a more normal pace and really linger into those bits and pieces that are tasty for me (the writer) and hopefully also you (the reader).

Here's the concept I came up with:

(Working Title: Joint Custody)

Standard Opening: Shen Yuan transmigrates into PIDW and is told, "Fix this."

SY, being genre-savvy, expects he's meant to take the original PIDW plot and fix all of the plot holes and things that make a reader like himself table-flip in rage.

Only... no.

He's instead dropped into the body of Shen Qingqiu, who has joint-custody with Liu Qingge over which Peak Luo Binghe will end up on after he turns 16, the deadline Yue Qingyuan gave for him deciding.

This works out overall better for Binghe because while the disciples of both peaks don't really consider him "one of their own" and as such no one but NYY befriends him, no one is inclined to bully him either.

Plus SQQ can't bully him, because that would definitely make him choose Bai Zhan and he can't abide losing to LQG so easily.

So SQQ just ignores Binghe, being icy-cold to him when he can't.

LQG neglects him in his own way, basically just because he's off doing LQG things and not out of malice. It's just how he runs his peak.

Binghe grows up more akin to Bingge - a little wolf who plays at being the white sheep.

So that's why when SY pops in and his 'perfect' Shizun starts acting weird because he clearly has huge gaps in his memory, he takes particular interest in fucking with him.

Basically, Binghe bats his beautiful starry sheep eyes at SQQ and starts shit between him and LQG, doing the whole manipulative brat playing one divorced parent off of the other to get extra attention from both.

And suddenly Binghe is soaked with attention and decides to himself, "Gosh, wouldn't it be great if both my dads got together so even when I eventually choose a peak I'd still have them both and would never lose this?"

For the curious - that's exactly how I brainstorm my stories - bullet-points with memes. I basically just made the version I'm posting here a little more readable without my shorthand stuffed into it. ;) (My outlines are pretty much the same, only I'd be breaking down the different events involved.)

SO - yes. That is now a story that's in the queue of stories I intend to write. But after I finish Cultivate.

Speaking of which:

Cultivate! I re-read what I had the other day and had one of the most annoying feelings you can have as a writer: "AAaaah I am enjoying this - where is the rest of it so I can read it???"

(Keep in mind that the following assumes you have at least a basic understanding of what Cultivate is. You can find more information in the blog entries listed here, but the summary should do ya. I put an 📓 emoji next to the entries that feature excerpts from my draft you can read.)

So far Cultivate features:

Two POVs (Shen Yuan's + Liu Qingge's) that switch arbitrarily to whomever's POV would be most entertaining or interesting.

Multiple running gags that make me giggle. (This is probably the story that has the most overt comedy of my SVSSS fics.)

Shen Yuan is a silly fucking bastard when he doesn't have to pretend to be SQQ, he of dignity and respectability.

Liu Qingge looking around SY's little home base and thinking, "Bitch, you live like this? Better take care of you because you are helpless."

Shen Yuan is: Snow White

Gratuitous paeans on the charms of both of our heroes.

The death throes of The Original Plot, only to have it threaten to come back as a zombie thirsty for vengeance.

A surprising amount of creepiness for something that's mostly fluff. (I'm considering tagging it with "mild horror elements".)

You thought I did worldbuilding before? Hold on to your socks.

Shen Yuan using knowledge gleaned from his geeky interests to try to live the Stardew Valley/Harvest Moon/Rune Factory slowlife.

It is still shocking to me that I'm ~10 chapters in and it still feels like the story just got started. I may need to post them two chapters a week just so I'm not posting on the same story for years, if ~40k really is only "just beginning" the story...

Anyway - 'tis a horrendous fate. Lament, lament the tyranny of time; etc, etc. etc.

[havendance]

So, a couple things:

First, next Wednesday, the 22nd, is the start of Lent. I'll be largely vanishing from tumblr during it like I have the past couple of years. Standard terms and conditions apply; the queue will be running, if I finish up any of my wips, I'll pop back in to share it. This year, I might also show up briefly to dump some comics posts every once in a while.

Second, I'm interested in trying out working with a beta reader. Especially since stuff like Batman for Dummies is getting pretty long, I feel like it could use a second pair of eyes. Since most of my friends are either very busy, don't read comics, or both, I'm turning here. (The last time I found a beta reader online was back in my fanfiction.net days. Anyone remember they beta reader boards they had?)

Would anyone be interested/willing and able to beta read for either Blood for Blood (upcoming Helena Bertinelli fic) or Batman for Dummies ch 2? This wouldn't be really soon since I'm still in the drafting phase for both of them, but since I'll be vanishing soon (see point 1), I'm putting this out here now. DM me if you're interested and we can figure out a non-tumblr way to keep in contact.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Fanfic Ask Game

Thanks for the tag @tails89 <3 tagging @princecharmingwinks @nutellarghh @greyhavenisback

What is your total posted word count on AO3? (Go to your Works, then click Statistics.) 

323589

How often do you write? 

Lately it’s been nearly every day, but there have been months-long stretches where I won’t write anything, either because life is being a pain in the ass or because I was too focused on a different kind of creative project like sewing or knitting. Honestly, the huntlow brainrot is a big contributing factor to this summer writing burst — I’ve outlined 20+ stories since May, and have posted 7 of them so far. It feels really good.

Do you have a routine for writing?

Mostly I just need a quiet, comfy, clean setting to write in. Chores done, no big to-do items to distract me or make me feel anxious. No loud noises or flashing lights. I usually prop up my laptop on some pillows on my bed, put on my headphones, and play some soft lyric-less music. Some of my favorite tracks to write to are from tabletop audio.

What’s your favorite tropes/pairing?

I absolutely live for mutual pining and oblivious idiots in love. The more blushing, slow burn sexual and romantic tension, oh and oh no he’s hot moments, and adorable confessions, the better. Also, happy endings. I need my ship to get together and be happy in fluffy domestic bliss by the end.

Pairings: 

My current fixation is Hunter/Willow from The Owl House. My longest-standing pairing I’ve been writing fic on and off for about a decade now is Sterek from Teen Wolf. My first big pairing I ever wrote for that will always hold a special place in my heart is Eleven/Amy from Doctor Who.

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

Oh that’s difficult. See, I won’t write a fic if I don’t 100% adore the concept, but that being said, I definitely have ones I favor more than others. So I’ll do one two for each of the pairings I just listed.

My actual favorite of all my huntlow fics hasn’t been posted yet (it’s a multi-chapter college AU and it’s still in the works) but of the ones I’ve posted so far, I think A Guard By Any Other Name and Task Failed Successfully are my favorites.

My favorite Sterek fic is between Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found and Hearts Like Wildflowers (though this could change, because I’ve still got about 30 WIPs for them sitting in my queue waiting to be written and posted)

And then for Eleven/Amy, I think I’d have to say that my favorite was the most recent one, posted over three years ago: You Keep My Secrets Hope To Die (Promises Swear Them To The Sky) which had literally been sitting in my drafts since season 5 or 6 of Doctor Who. (So, you see, I do eventually get around to finishing all my WIPs, sometimes it just takes me a while lol)

Your fic with the most kudos?

Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found with 1283 kudos

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

Sometimes I get too in my head about making it sound perfect and spend far more time editing and re-editing the same few lines instead of actually making progress writing the damn thing. I also tend to overthink and feel the need to over-explain certain concepts, worried that if I leave something too vague or open-ended, it’ll get misinterpreted. Also, I have a tendency to get a little too flowery and pretentiously descriptive sometimes, I have a habit of writing stream of consciousness run-on sentences that look like they’re just one big paragraph, and I probably definitely over-use em-dashes lol

Now something you do like?

I’ve been told that I’m really good at capturing a character’s voice, which is a really lovely thing to hear consistently across different fandoms and ships because I pride myself on really getting to know the characters I’m writing for, to the point where I’d feel confident answering questions like “what is their favorite xyz, what would they do in this situation?” I’m also always so incredibly pleased every time I get a comment from someone telling me that my fic was so cute and/or funny that it made them laugh out loud in public or made them flail and screech. I love inciting that level of joy in people ☺️♥️

[zamoimagines]

requested by: literally so many of you and i love you all dearly so here you go

word count: 2,809

content: just pure fluff

A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm working on finishing my queue, so please be patient with me. I have a couple of other imagines in my drafts that are finished that just need to be edited, but here's the first one I got done! I've gotten a lot of requests for Myrtle, so here you beautiful people go.

Being a new student at Robichaux Academy was rather exciting. You got to meet new witches and finally put your powers to good use, not to mention you got to learn under some amazing professors who had perfected their craft. Zoe was a fine teacher, and so was the Supreme, Cordelia Goode… But someone in particular had always been on your mind. Myrtle Snow, Cordelia’s right hand, had caught your attention the moment you had seen her. Maybe it had been her unruly bright red hair, or perhaps her unique sense in style, or the cryptic way she had of speaking during lectures and at dinner. You soon realized that this fascination was something you couldn’t deny for she was one of the most interesting witches you had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She seemed to have noticed you too, considering the way you always asked so many questions during her lectures and always made sure to have your work done exactly on time. She had even gotten into the habit of calling you her “star pupil”.

You’d gone out of your way to greet her every morning outside of lecture just to be friendly and those little hellos the two of you exchanged turned into full conversations of how you both slept or what was on either one of your agendas for the day. Soon, the rest of the Coven could see that you and Myrtle were growing practically inseparable by the days. By the end of the semester, you definitely considered the older woman as a very close friend. It was then that you realized that your fascination had become an *infatuation*. You had a crush on one of the most influential members of the Coven and you had no idea what to do about it.

Of course you couldn’t tell anyone. Absolutely not! If any of the other witches found out about it, you were sure they would make fun of you, or even worse; they might tell Myrtle themselves, and if anyone was going to break the news to her, you vowed that it would be you. It was the honorable thing to do even if thinking about telling her made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. This crush was just a silly little fantasy that you constantly played out in your head- Nothing more. An esteemed older witch such as Myrtle was surely not interested in someone so young and inexperienced. You were still so new to the craft, not to mention there was definitely a vast age difference between her and you. It was all just a big romantic daydream that would never come true.

You did have to admit that hiding your feelings really was becoming harder with each passing day. There wasn’t a moment you two didn’t spend with each other, and yet every time you could smell her musky perfume, you felt as if you could have fainted from being so close to her. The way she always reached out to take your hand was definitely not helping your situation either. You always loved how touchy and affectionate she could be, but not right now- not when you were simping so hard for her. It was becoming more obvious that something was up as the conversations started to dissipate. Instead of sitting with her for morning coffee, you simply greeted her with a swift “Good Morning” and ran off to have breakfast on your own in some secluded space. Anything was better than getting too close and blowing such an incredible friendship. You should have known much better than to avoid her.

One afternoon, you had decided to sit at the back of her class instead of your normal spot by her desk in an attempt that she wouldn’t notice your presence. Oh, what a mistake that had been - because her eyes watched your every move like a predatory hawk while she spoke and taught the latest spell work on the next exam she was planning to give out. You slumped down in your chair to try and hide, praying to the Gods above that the lecture would end so that you could make a swift escape out of the classroom. A loud chiming sound echoed through the air.

“Ah, yes- That’s enough for today. Class dismissed,” Myrtle announced. The other witches stood from their desks and grabbed their study materials to make their way out the door, though none of them were fast enough. You had done your best to try and make it through, but before you could, her brooding voice stopped your feet dead in their tracks. “Y/N.” Shit. You turned around slowly as the last of the students exited the classroom to see the ginger approaching you at her own pace. Her arms folded in front of her chest as she began to study you curiously. “Yes, Ms. Snow?” You asked, trying to sound innocent. “Ms. Snow?” She scoffed, “You never call me that anymore.” “I uh… I guess I was just trying to be polite. What’s up?” Her eyes traveled from the seat you had picked today, then back to where you normally sat. “You changed your seating arrangements today,” she stated. “Uh, yeah. I came in late so I was sure someone was going to take my spot.” “But it was free when you arrived. Why didn’t you change positions if you realized no one was sitting there?” “I-I didn't want to interrupt your lecture.”

“Hm.” She gazed up and down your form before finally saying, “I’d like to see you in my office after dinner. We have matters to discuss.” The thought of being in her office alone with her only spiked your anxiety further. “Matters? What- What matters?” “Well, why would I tell you now? What would be the point in stopping by my office at all if I… how do you girls put it… spill the tea now?” She replied with a light smirk, clearly very proud of herself for remembering such a modern term. Usually, you would’ve laughed right along or even complimented her for being so caught up with slang, but right now you felt as if you couldn’t even move. “I have a lot of studying to do, Ms. Snow-” “Darling, you know to call me Myrtle. Don’t make me sound like a crone.” “Myrtle,” You corrected yourself, “I have a lot of work to catch up on if I’m gonna pass my midterms so I’m not sure if I can really make the time-” “You will make the time. Despite our kinship, I am still very much your superior and you must respect my wishes. My office. After dinner.” She paused to raise her chin slightly. “Understood?” You sighed deeply. There was no point in fighting her and clearly there was no way out of this. You were just going to have to make it through this evening. “Understood.” “Wonderful,” Myrtle said as she reached out to pat your shoulder gently. The older witch waltzed past you and made her way out into the halls to find Cordelia while you felt as if your feet were glued to the floor, your body completely paralyzed with fear. Not even the Gods could help you now. Dinner had even gone by even faster than you hoped it would have because you had disassociated so hard at the table that the entire meal flew by. The students were already cleaning up the table by the time you had snapped back to reality and realized that it was finally time to do what you were dreading to do. You knew good and well that Myrtle Snow was not a woman to be kept waiting, so you did your best to rise from your seat and start making your way upstairs to the last room you wanted to be in. Standing in front of the door, you took a deep breath. Hopefully this would just be about grades or an assignment- Surely she hadn’t noticed the distance you had created. Everything is going to be just fine, you tried to tell yourself. As you raised your knuckles to plant a firm knock on the wood, the door managed to slowly creak open to reveal the interior of your office.

Here goes nothing. Myrtle was sitting back in her chair with her feet kicked up on the desk nonchalantly as she normally did. In her hand was her massive vape that she was always puffing on, and as a cloud of vapor billowed from her nostrils, her brows raised at seeing you enter her office. “Ah. Y/N, I’ve been expecting you. Be a dear and shut the door for me.” You did as you were told without hesitation before moving to stiffly stand in front of her desk.

“What did you want to see me about?” You began, “I thought my grades were fine and I don’t have any missing assignments.”

“Of course not, you’re doing wonderfully in my class. There’s nothing wrong with your academic progress, no, no… Not at all. In fact, you might be one of the most focused students I’ve had the pleasure of teaching in quite a long time.” There was a slight pause before she continued, “No… I’m more concerned with the fact that you’ve been quite actively avoiding me.” Your heart felt as if it was going to fly straight out of your chest. This was exactly what you were hoping wouldn’t happen, and yet here you were facing your worst nightmare. “I haven’t been avoiding you,” You lied. “Oh, don’t give me any balderdash,” Myrtle chortled. “You’re much smarter than that. I know when someone has an issue with my presence and you, my darling, are trying to keep your distance.” Her eyes squinted ever so slightly as if to study your facial expressions. “Why is that?” “I… I’m not, I swear.”

“Mm. I was expecting much better out of you, Y/N.” Her bright hair bounced as she moved her feet back to the ground so she could rise from her seat, then made her way to stand rather close to your face. “If I have done something wrong, you do realize that you can confide in me about these things, don’t you?”

“I don’t have a problem with you- I swear!” You tried to rebut, but your voice faltered as you spoke.

“Well, now that you say it like that, it sounds very convincing,” she teased. Her eyes softened while her hand reached up once again to rest on your shoulder just as she had done in the lecture this morning, just as she had done many times before this terribly anxiety ridden encounter. Her touch was normally the only thing that made you feel comfortable after a long day such as this one and as much as you wanted to feel her warmth, you also couldn’t stand to be so close to her. None of that seemed to matter because you found that your body was paralyzed on the spot once again.

“I know there’s something that’s troubling you, and I want you to be honest with me, dear.”

"I… I can’t,” You muttered.

“And why not?” she asked immediately, not giving you any time to try and come up with a detailed fib. “I-I just can’t, okay?! I can’t tell you!” Your voice was much more loud and abrupt than you had planned for it to sound. In embarrassment from shouting, you gazed down at the floor so you wouldn’t have to look at her. “Darling…” Her index finger moved under your chin to lift it gently which forced you to meet her blue eyes with your own. “Whatever is the matter? Talk to me.”

Butterflies were building up in your stomach once again, flittering around and only making you more panicked. What were you supposed to say? You were running out of lies and she was much too smart to be fooled, not to mention it was giving you way too much anxiety to keep anything from her because you cared about her so much more-so than you had anyone else. The anxiety rushing through your veins got so overwhelming that you couldn’t help yourself when you burst out without thinking, “I have a crush on you!”

You clasped your hand over your mouth the moment you realized what you had just said. Silence hung thick in the air as you reluctantly stared back at her, terror spreading across your face because you knew there was a very high probability that she would never speak to you again now. You were sure that you just ruined one of the best professional relationships you had ever had in your life.

All of a sudden, the older woman smirked to herself and let out a soft chuckle. Great, now she was mocking you. That’s exactly what you wanted.

“Look, you wanted the truth and… and there it is,” You began. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or weird but since the cat’s out of the bag, I swear you don’t ever have to talk to me again.”

“What?” Myrtle asked in disbelief, “Oh, darling, don’t be silly. I thought there was a real issue here.”

You blinked back at her. What? “You… You don’t have a problem with that?”

“Absolutely not. In fact, I’m glad you told me.” Her hand moved forward now to caress the side of your neck as the grin on her face widened. Something about the look in her eyes made you question everything now.

“You… You are?”

“Why, yes. See, I wasn’t entirely sure how you would feel about being with a woman - especially when there’s such a vast age difference between us - but I must confess I’ve felt the same way about you for a very long time,” she admitted.

Was this all some sort of dream? If that was the case, you never wanted to wake up. The more that you noticed your surroundings though you truly saw that this was real. The woman of your dreams wanted to be with you just as much as you wanted to be with her and your fantasy was now a complete reality.

“I’m sorry- You… What?” You couldn’t really find the words to express how you were feeling. There was a huge overwhelming sensation of anxiety, but at the same time, there was just as much excitement surging through your body as well. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Since the day that I met you, dear.” Myrtle took another step forward as her thumb lightly stroked your cheek, her face moving in closer so that you two were only an inch apart. “You are one of the most wonderful girls I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of this academy and I knew you were very special to me. That’s why I was so enthralled when we started to grow a much closer relationship with each other. I just never thought you’d be interested in a hag like me.” “Hag?” You shook your head. “No… You may be older, but that’s not how I see you at all. I think you’re breathtaking.” Cringing at that description, you felt your nerves creeping back in. “Sorry- That’s gotta sound weird or dumb-”

“Not at all. I think the exact same of you,” she whispered. Her eyes grew hazy from above you as you felt your knees growing weak. You had played this moment over and over again in your mind, but with the way things were going, you knew exactly what would come next if you really were lucky.

And you were. Myrtle’s lips brushed against yours before she took you in with the softest, most gentle kiss. Her free hand moved around to the small of your back as she pulled you in further to close the gap between your bodies as you kissed her back just as tenderly. After a few moments, she pulled away and sighed happily.

“My, my… That was much better than I could’ve ever imagined it would be,” she breathed as her forehead pressed to your own lovingly.

“I know exactly what you mean,” You replied with a breathy laugh. As you met her gaze once more, you could see the happiness radiating off of her aura and how adorable she looked when she was truly and unapologetically content.

“I love you, Y/N… very, very much.”

“I love you too, Myrtle.”

You weren’t entirely sure what the future held for you two, or how you would go about seeing each other with the Coven being so involved in your everyday lives, but you did know one thing for certain: You were the happiest witch in the entire world now that you had Myrtle Snow and you were never going to let her go.

[cinnamonest]

I’m pushing out another one of my long-since-drafted things to the queue bc I’m trying to start keeping the queue active 24/7 and fill more asks but have this in the meantime

//dark shit, like the blood gore violence kind of yandere not the hot kind, brief animal death, gruesome slow npc death, gore, violence, blood, decaying/putrefaction mention

I'm really bad at judging what's mild versus severe when it comes to gore/blood bc I tend to underestimate, I think this is kinda severe? Let me know which it is actually pls so I have a better idea for the future ---------------------------------------- I mentioned a while back in the corpse disposal post and murder methods post that Razor can be... Brutal to say the least, but to expand more on the concept I feel like there's a big potential for a sort of gap moe with him, a duality that seems to contradict itself. Because in many ways he's a sweetheart, always trying to find things to make you happy, often smiling with those wide, excited eyes, physically affectionate with nuzzles and the like. But the other side of that, he's not actually aware of how... desensitized he is. You notice it early on and it catches you off guard a bit the first time it happens. Some poor little animal you two see struggling, like a bird stuck in a tree, and you urge him to go get it and he nods and says ok. Grabs it, and just as you're about to thank him and let it go you hear its little bones snap under the crush of his grip with a final pained chirp. There, he got it, see? Now you two can eat it together. That was why you wanted him to grab it right? To kill it? Why else? He looks down and realizes oh, it's still twitching, so he reached a hand up and twists its neck. There, now it's dead, he says with a beaming smile. But it falls and he tilts his head when he sees the shocked look on your face. What's wrong? Why are you so upset? You soon learn a lot of the animals don't... die immediately. The little things the wolves drag back are still kicking and struggling, still making noises as they tear into them to devour. It makes you sick to your stomach when you witness it, tears come to your eyes. He knows you don't like it and warns you, but... he doesn't understand why? Why does it upset you like that? He doesn't get it. It's a gnawing awareness in the back of your mind. You start to pick up on his... lack of reactions to certain things. You were once in the church getting healing for a minor wound of his when another group of adventurers came rushing through the doors, desperately begging for help for their friend they were carrying... some guy seriously injured, gored by a boar. The sight is burned in your mind forever, the organs spilling out of his split gut, the shivering and wide, bloodshot eyes, the blood bubbling out of his mouth with choked horrific groans and the way his body convulsed involuntarily. The most horrid thing you'd ever seen. And you were pretty certain it was that way for everyone. Everyone in the church was gasping, some people were retching and trying to hold back sickness, people ran out of the room as they were unable to handle the scene, tears were in everyone's eyes, and as the man wailed in agony from them setting his dislocated bones, you watched the bystanders cringe and wince. Every person in the vicinity was visibly horrified.... except for one. Razor's face was neutral. Curious. He leaned in closer to get a better look, eyebrows raised. He doesn't flinch at the sight of organs spilling onto the ground and the man starting to convulse and foam at the mouth as his eyes roll back into his head. And then, after a moment, he asks if you're ready to leave, says he feels better now and that man is really loud, he doesn't like it. His voice doesn't even have the slightest hint of a wavering or discomfort. When you come across a man in the woods caught in a bear trap, you can barely stand to look at it. Just hearing the cries for help had you shivering, and the sight of the pooling blood and utter agony on the man's face had you gasping, hand over your mouth as you tried to look away. ...Razor didn't seem to mind, though. He just undoes the trap and, without giving the man any warning, yanks it apart, pulling the spikes from his legs. As he does, blood shoots out and splatters on his face. He doesn't flinch, nor when the man screams. He does finally seem to react to the pained groans the man makes. But... It's not like your reactions. He's not flinching and grimacing, drawing in sharp breaths and tensing up, eyes watering in pity and shock like you. Instead, his eyes narrow and he puts his hands over his ears as you stoop down to help the poor man. His eyebrows furrow. He almost looks... Annoyed. He draws his foot back as if he's about to kick him, but freezes with realization when he looks at you, as if he forgot you were standing there, and puts his foot back down. You're certain he wasn't actually going to do that, of course. You're not sure why he did that, but... He wouldn't do something like that, even in a moment of dissociation from his human awareness. He does volunteer to be the one to go get help, though, getting away fast, but for some reason you sense it was more out of irritation at the noise rather than horror at the whole thing. Perhaps the worst was the decomposing body, that day you took a walk in the woods together. He smelled it first, nose wrinkling up in disgust at the putrid smell. But it was strong enough that you smelled it soon after. He says having dead animals this close to the residence of the pack is not good, they all hate the smell, so he can try to move the carcass of whatever animal it is... but it's not an animal, it turns out, once you finally find the source, collapsed at the bottom of a cliff from where they most likely fell to their death. Well, it's kind of a stretch to say it still resembles a human either, but you can tell from the general shape. It's more just like a glob, putrefied and rotting flesh falling off the bones. It shocks you so much you fall backwards, but he just moves closer. Ugh, too far rotted to move, he can't do anything about it, he realizes as he gives the decaying mass a kick and watches the blackened flesh slide off the bones. Oh well. ...In your shock, it takes you a moment to realize how... unbothered he seems. Mildly annoyed by the smell, but his expression is neutral as he looks at one of the most horrifying sights you've ever seen, he just yawns as he walks away from it and says you two should get away from the smell, it makes his head hurt.

The events all linger in the back of your head. A growing sense of wrongness, a dark, cold dread that settles in your stomach as the occurrences slowly grow in number, one after the other, each time you notice the complete lack of any sign of disturbance on his face, in his voice or body language. You ask him once, one time when you get the courage to ask such a... potentially offensive question. Don't you... feel anything when you see things dying? When they're in pain? He nods. He gets what you mean. The feeling when you watch something die. Hungry, right? Oh, no? Maybe you mean the irritation, a kind of angry feeling, what's the word... impatient...? Because the thing is taking too long to die and he wants it to go ahead and die already. Or maybe you mean like when that man was injured? When something is dying but it's not something you wanna eat? Yeah, he has a feeling then too. Um... kind of like anger... you taught him the word once... annoyed? They make so much noise, and he doesn't like loud things. When that man came into the church... he didn't like how loud it was. Why didn't they just kill him, since he was making so much noise...? He doesn't get it. When things annoy him, he kills them, like loud birds and biting bugs. He kinda had an urge to just... reach out and make the man stop screaming, just twist his neck like he does small animals when they make too much noise. But he's smart, he says, he knows the other people might get mad. Yes, he uses the word "might," not "would," as if it was a mere possibility. So it doesn't really come as a surprise when the same attitude applies to the people at his own mercy, the people that get too close to you and end up dragged out to the woods. It's that same knowing dread in your gut, and while it horrifies you as much as it always has, you wouldn't have expected anything else. Maybe some people would feel bad about what they're doing, they would want to go ahead and get it over with, they couldn't take the begging and agony the other party is in... but not only is he totally unbothered, but if he kills him now, he says, the blood will go all over the ground, and that's bad, his lupical like eating the blood in things. So he just snaps the man's bones, that way he won't run away. It's hard to describe the excruciated noises that come out of the other's throat when he does. It's unlike any noise you've ever heard a human make, that kind of pain. The sweat that pours from the other's skin from the agony, the way his mouth hangs open even when he can't scream anymore, the trembling and muffled begging as he moves to the next limb. You tremble and cry. You shiver uncontrollably, you whimper for him to stop. Your eyes widen when he grabs each limb and you close your eyes and sob and grimace and cringe with the snapping sound. Razor, on the other hand, stays just as neutral as before. Face blank and empty, as if performing any other mundane task. He doesn't flinch at the snapping. His expression is unchanging at the sound of screams and the groans as he drags the still-living figure behind him by his shattered ankle all the way back home. When he finally goes to look back at you, he tilts his head at the look on your face. Why do you still look upset? There's no blood yet... isn't it blood that makes you upset? Maybe not? Maybe it's the sound that bothers you? Yeah, you flinch whenever the man groans in pain, so it must be the sounds of the dying things that you don't like, it annoys him too really. Ok, that can be fixed... sound comes from the throat right? Well, he left his claymore a ways away so, it'll just take a second, the guy is thrashing a bit but eventually he holds him still enough to get his teeth latched around his throat and just... bites down. The sound is a squelching, crunching sound, one that you'll never forget, it makes every hair on your body stand on end and your skin crawl. He pulls back with the mass of bleeding flesh and tracheal tissue in his jaws and spits it out on the ground. There, see...? You can see the blood on his teeth reflecting the light as he smiles. He's not making noises anymore, so... why do you still have that look on your face? Is it because the body on the ground is all... spasming and convulsing like that? Well, uh... that'll stop soon, probably. At least it's nice and quiet now. He gets it, really, he doesn't like loud noises either.

[ushidoux]

Be My Last - Iwaizumi x  Reader (Pt. 4)

Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~1.7 words)

Warnings: questionable fidelity, angst, but otherwise tame

A/N: There isn’t a lot of action in this chapter but a whole lot of feelings.

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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You awoke to the sound of Iwaizumi’s careful shuffles around your bedroom as he got dressed for the day. Rising slowly to a sitting position with a stretch and a yawn, you noticed he was a little more dressed up than usual, his usual polo shirt and khakis replaced with a pair of sharp trousers, a nicely pressed shirt and a tie.

“Good morning, baby,” you murmured, voice still heavy with slumber.

Iwaizumi’s eyes shifted from their focus adjusting the sleeves of his shirt and smiled as he watched you rub the sleep out of your eyes, walking around to your side of the bed to kiss you on the forehead - a soft brush of the lips.

“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?”

The smell of a gentle cologne drove you forward, intending to lean your face against his chest, but he was already back to his side of the bed to gather his things before setting out for the morning.

“I did… I can make breakfast if you’re not in a hurry!” You offered, eyes following the young man as he quickly exited the room.

“I’m alright!” He called, voice distant now. You could tell he was already rummaging around in the kitchen, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in your nostrils in sharp contrast to the toothpaste you were using to rid yourself of morning breath once you trailed behind him.

You glanced at the time on the wall clock, leaning against a wall opposite the inlet to the kitchen. He wasn’t exactly late for work, but he was rushing out faster than usual. 

“Is everything okay?” Your voice was muffled between spittle and mild concern.

He glanced at you, hesitating for a split second before smiling. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he replied without answering your question, and then the door closed behind him.

There was a subtle sense of your blood cooling very slightly, a tinge of worry settling in your chest. Venturing back into the bathroom, you finished brushing your teeth, paying exquisite attention to your tired eyes in the mirror as though your reflection was the issue. 

Maybe you were overreacting. Things had been a little tense since your argument, but it was nothing that couldn’t be smoothed over. 

It was only after you’d settled back onto your side of the bed with your open laptop and your screen flickered on to display your ex’s Instagram page that your heart started to race.

You closed it shut again, wincing.

He didn’t see it. He couldn’t have. He would have said something. The argument would have started right up again. It wouldn’t have ended until one of you was sleeping on the couch or you were sleeping in each other’s arms.

You let out a deep breath, taking a few moments to let your self-defensive thoughts sink into your skin. It was nothing serious after all.

Overreaction after overreaction. The only thing that mattered right now was that you opened your laptop and spent your Friday off of work on getting ahead.

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As luck would have it, Iwaizumi was stuck in traffic.  Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that he’d wanted to escape your apartment as soon as possible and make it out early. He’d actually intended to leave before you woke up. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was still angry. 

Not at you. Never at you. At himself.

He remembered the words he had said to you at the start of your relationship, what felt both like just yesterday and ages ago.

Use me if you need to.

He gripped the steering wheel and grit his teeth, trying to maintain composure despite the fact that he’d been in the same spot on the road for the past ten minutes and people were laying into their horns around him.

What kind of stupid shit was that?

It had sounded good to say it at the time, like most things a guy says to woo a pretty girl. Use him. You’d fall in love with him later, in due time. He believed it was true then.

He hated that he was starting to lose faith in that now.

He hated the idea that someone else, who really wasn’t doing anything but simply existing in proximity to you was doing such a number on him. He couldn’t fault him either. Ushijima had loved you first. 

Did it matter if Iwa loved you more?

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You’d given yourself that you weren’t allowed to leave your apartment until you got your work done, lest you come up with another excuse not to finish, which meant by the time the clock neared six p.m., you had laid sprawled in nearly every corner of your apartment typing and by now were cross-legged on the kitchen counter, your laptop balanced on your knees.

But you were finally done.

You sighed with excitement. Now to put that behind you. 

Saving your work, you slipped off of the countertop and back into your pair of slippers, moving back to your bedroom to change into a just as comfortable but more presentable pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

You were running out of snacks, as evidenced by the frequent trips to the kitchen over the past eight hours. What better way to treat yourself for a job well done but with a walk down to the convenience store to stock up?

Maybe you’d grab Iwa a bag of his favorite chips as a peace offering on the way too. 

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“We’re already out, young lady!” the cashier teased the moment you crossed the store entrance, setting off the bell. 

You pout but still glance over to the row of baked goods, where your precious melon bread is normally stacked neatly in clear packaging, waiting for you. It’s a little bit embarrassing that he knew you would never pass up on it, but you’d lived here long enough that it wasn’t inconceivable that it’d become your defining trait.

“I’m absolutely devastated, sir!” You called back dramatically, making your way to the back for ice cream instead. They had what your favorite in stock, plus a limited edition flavor so you had more than enough consolation.

Satisfied, you closed the freezer door after picking your selection only to meet eyes with Ushijima, whose hand closed tightly around the handle of a fridge door. He stood a good distance away, but his eyes had been on you and remained so; the very slight part of his lips betrayed the fact that he had been trying to come up with something to say for the past couple of minutes.

He did say your name, something like a greeting, out loud, and you reflexively looked away, heart pounding. Granted you didn’t own this corner of town, but what were the chances he’d only chosen to go here?

Quickly realizing you still weren’t interested in talking, Ushijima pulled out a large bottle of water and closed the fridge, deciding not to bother you further.

It was suddenly a good thing that a text message to you on his phone was in drafts only, him not having the heart to send it. It wasn’t for a lack of courage… it was more so due to shame. Even if he felt like he had to apologize, there wasn’t much he felt he could say that would make it better, not worse.

His shame and your discomfort only intensified as he ended up queueing up behind you. Timing was never on his or your side it seemed.

Ushijima watched you tense up ever so slightly, your shoulders hunched as your arms overflowed with snacks, including the freezing tub of ice cream. Normally he’d offer to help with your load, given that he wasn’t carrying much more than the water but again, boundaries.

He’d set that distance himself.

In reality, he probably should have chosen another running path to discharge energy after practice had ended early today. However, it had been long enough that alternative courses didn’t come immediately to memory and he’d been willing to take that chance.

And here you both were.

He hated this, the obvious residual feelings bubbling to the surface after having been repressed for so long, the fact that he couldn’t justify any of his actions, the fact that he hated older him.

The fact that you won’t even look at him. 

Just say something. Anything. 

Is closure every really needed, or is it just an excuse to refuse to move on?

He opened his mouth to speak, yet again, but you beat him to it.

You turned towards him, smiling, albeit a weak imitation of what you’d always offered him, back when you loved him recklessly, with your whole heart.

“I… um, don’t want it to be awkward,” you said in a small voice. The sound of your voice, directed finally to him, unprompted made his own beat speed up.

Was this an olive branch you were extending that he didn’t deserve? He pondered this, steeling himself for the worst.

You kept your friendly expression as steady as possible. You weren’t sure what you were trying to prove, to yourself and to Iwa.

You didn’t love him. And for that reason, you had no right to be bitter or cold. Right?

“It doesn’t have to be awkward,” you continued.

Ushijima was at a loss for words now, watching you carefully with his normally sharp, hawk-like eyes but now more like the hawk’s prey, assessing the threat before it. Could he get his hopes up? “We can be friends,” you decided.

It’ll only hurt for a short bit of time, you told yourself. And soon things will be back to normal. As they should be.

A part of Ushijima wanted to reply, I don’t want to be friends. He’d finally realized this, no matter how selfish of a thought it was. However, he was content to nod only and swallow that thought. 

“I’d appreciate it.”

He watched you pay for your items and leave, unsure of what friendship would entail.

---

As you dug into your tub of ice cream a couple hours later, you realized you weren’t so sure what that entailed either.

If only to make it worse, then came the buzz of your phone with a single message, I miss you.

[totallyimagines]

“How They comfort you”(Owari No seraph)

Back with some more Owari no seraph, Fluff is practically what’s on my preference list. I’m just have a lot of things I want to write and have them completed in my drafts or in my queue. Please be patient I’m getting to you requests.

Warnings: Fluff..and a bit Suggestive

Guren Ichinose: Comforting can be found here

He’s not good at it honestly, he just expects you to teach him so he can learn. Yes, this is his first relationship so of course, he’s going to have to learn how to also being caring. You have to give him credit for at least trying though.

Comforting also varies on his mood. If he’s not really in the mood to comfort you, let alone himself, he won’t bother you at all. But if he’s in the normal mood? He’ll comfort you in his weird way, like I said he’s had no one before you so his actions may come off as weird.

Would typically glare at you to indicate that he’s not in the mood. He does it to most vampires best way to get his point across. Although, he doesn’t mean to be mean or rude to you. He’s just not in the mood for those types of things right now.

Cuddling is another way of comfort for him..more like hugging. Well, you called it cuddling but all your actually doing is hugging. Hah, do you not know what hugging is? Well, Mikaela — Couples call it cuddling.

How does she say this? Eh, no. She’s not really good at comforting she’s really blunt and straightforward so she’ll come off as hurtful or mean. So no she’s not really good at the comforting thing. But she’ll tone it down a bit if she realizes it’s affecting you taht bad. She doesn’t really want to hurt your feelings so don’t take it the wrong way.

Well, you can watch her hunt or you can spend the day in bed together. If that makes you feel any better, other than that she’s probably not up for suggestions. You can spend the day with her or not. That’s all.

Cuddling? She can do it but it’s usually with her being fidgety. It’s really hard for her to stay still if you're the big spoon or if she’s the big spoon. Either way, she’s so fidgety during cuddles it may annoy you. Unless you're in it for something else then she’s down.

Pretty mean about it, you want his attention. Poor baby. You’ll have to wait. He’ll put you on hold, just to “read” a book. It’s just his way of teasing you and making you way more needy for his attention than you’ll ever be. You’ll probably get angry or stop away or you’ll beg.

His comforting is more like playing with you because you want his attention right? you’ll have to earn it. He’ll make you madder than you probably already are but you’ll still get all your comfort at the end of the day.

He’ll cuddle or just do anything that interests him. But you wonder how he’s still so loving under all that teasing. You Will probably read a book or just stare out the window while you cuddle. Like I said, anything that interests Crowley. Real encourager too, he’ll ask you what you want to do. And if you say anything that mentions food — he’ll groan.

Very Selective on where he’s touching, any place he wants to touch. He’ll touch ok. Cuddles can lead to something way different tonight—

Ferid Bathory: Comforting here

Probably the best out of the bunch, he’s not awkward about it nor will he make you wait long for him. Best way to go right here. You can watch a movie — any movie that makes you feel way better about the situation.

The comforting part is just part of it;)

He’s so much more open to just downright snuggling into you. It just makes him seem like a cat. He just wants snuggles, it’s comforting for him and it can be the same for you. Shinya is just so nice with relaxing and comforting it’s amazing.

Lacus is better at just staying quiet during comforting because he’ll probably say something that makes it seem like he doesn’t care. So he’ll usually stay quiet about the situation or if you need comfort. This can be a little misleading if you're relying on his reply.

He’s better at the affection part than the answering part. Though, he can be a bit moody at times. Not wanting a hug but you want a hug. Just hug him from behind he won’t object.

Snuggling? Now that he can do. If he can go to sleep and it makes you feel happier he’s all for it. Pillow talking too, that’s probably most of the times he’ll baby talk you in to do something together. Or taking your mind off of the situation. Coax him into a small cuddle session and he’ll take it — no objects.

Comforting with Yuu is more like just talking to a kid in general. Trust me, he understands the situation but just doesn’t quite know how to respond. Which can be frustrating to some people.

Although, he’s super concentrated on making you happy or make you at least feel better. If you are insecure about anything — he’ll just be so CUTE about your insecurity. Seriously though I can see him being so good with cuddling.

[dontcrime]

Christmas Drabble

@secretsolenoid, @secret-egret

Soundwave & Co. use Earth's holiday season as an excuse to have fun - pranking, festive parties, hijinks, the whole works.

Sorry it was a bit late, apparently i put it into my drafts and not my queue.

“Christmas?” Soundwave spoke clearly as he tilted his helm downwards at the cassettes that gathered around his pedes. 

“Yeah, Boss! Can we do Christmas?” Rumble asked eagerly and Soundwave looked from one to the next of his many cassettes. Even Ravage had a small tail twitch as she feigned indifference. They were all excited for whatever this Christmas was.

Tilting his helm he looked up the information, not really understanding why they wanted to participate in this human created holiday. The only thing he could think of was that they wanted to exchange gifts. But they could just do that, so why did Frenzy hold tightly to a box of something sparkly? “No garland.” Soundwave said, letting them all know he was accepting of this but not accepting of a million strands of tinsel tossed about. “If it gets caught in joints, Hook will be the one to fix you.” The threat was more than enough for the twins to look at each other and nod.

Soundwave helped the cassettes set up, cutting a tree that was large for the mini’s but small for himself, giving them little metal bits and bobs to turn into ornaments on their own, and even helping them put it on, letting Laserbeak for the ‘star’ on top. Honestly he did not care one way or another about any of this, though he was curious to see how far his little ones would go for it.

It was a puzzling thing to Soundwave, the exchanging of gifts and the cheer that seemed to come from this strange, human tradition, but if it meant that the others were happy for a little while, then he would go along, even if his field quivered with intrigue.This was not his usual interest either. He had not seen his cassettes this excited for anything since long before the war, even then his memories were not as clear about their joy as now. It felt to him like they were planning something devious, something that he would normally advise them against and have to save them from retaliation for. But at the same time he could not find anything within this little fun holiday that they could do anything too devious. Even the ‘secret santa’ gift exchange they had started amongst themselves. 

He, of course, scanned each and every gift put into the tree to make sure none of it would start a fight upon opening day- christmas day, as Ravage had corrected him but he had decided to continue to call it as such. Of course the cat herself would find great glee in the bundles of paper and promises of boxes even more than the gift wrapped away for her. Soundwave took slight amusement in a spare length of garland which he would dangle about in front of her at times, the poor beast cassette would go crazy chasing after it, trying to catch it as he wiggled it around and he found that this made for decent training for her. It clued him in on looking up other cat videos and deciding that he would toss a little laser light gift for her under the tree too.

Rumble meanwhile had been vibrating with glee as every day, every moment that passed brought opening day even closer. The only hint that the bigger mech got that he and the other twin were up to something, perhaps devious, was in the looks that they exchanged. For their sake, and the sake of fairness and equality, he picked out some gifts for them too. Stuffing them under the tree when all were in recharge, and putting only their names on the packaging so they would all have more to open. He just needed to get something for Lazerbeak at this point as most of his other cassettes were still on cybertron.

But he at least had a slight idea of what the little flyer would enjoy. Lazer always perched high, cabinets, berths, even Soundwave’s own helm was a solid perch. So why not a perch in their room? He was surprised he had never thought of it before nor that it had been brought up. Lazerbeak was usually not one to keep his beak shut about something that made life as a beast more comfortable. It was the least Soundwave could usually do for them.

Apparently this Christmas thing had caught his spark too; just the thought of the others being elated at their gifts gave him a warmth inside. It had him eager himself on opening day, when he sat down and waited for them to all online. Oddly enough it took them longer than he had suspected and when they came out he nearly stalled out. 

It seemed that his twins had done something devious’ after all. They were wearing sweaters, and hats with elf ears. Ravage’s little nose had a dollop of red reflective paint on it and antlers were upon her head along with a brown fluffy coat. Lazerbeak seemed to get away a little  easier as he was only forced to wear bells and antlers. A red hat was held out for Soundwave and beneath his mask he smiled as he pulled it on. He was dressed as santa and he had two reindeer and two elves it seemed. 

Eagerly they tore into the presents, shredding the paper and enjoying the gifts from each other and him. It made his spark swell as he watched, as he yearned to have another christmas next year. His own presents and the ones from each other seemed to blur as the memory purge was coming to a close. Soundwave knew what was next and tried to abort this ‘dream’ but could not.

Ravage put a small paw on his pede, gaining his attention and he looked down. Lazerbeak was perched on his helm and the twins suddenly held out a gift for /him/. Reaching down he took it from the duo and opened it. This was what had his cassettes so excited from the start he realized and he pulled out each and every little figure carefully. Crudely carved, painted with colours far too saturated , were the quartet in his hand before him. A small gift that he could hold onto forever and he couldn’t love it more.

Bonus! Angst ending! And honestly you can blame my editor @tiredandgrumpymedic for it.

Soundwave tore himself from the memory with an agonized shriek. His spark burned and throbbed, it pounded and he wanted to tear it out with his own servos. 

But instead he reached into subspace, and pulled something out, it was triangular, blacked with oil and years of grime, the fluffy rim long since flattened and worn off, the cotton ball at the end gone somehow, somewhere. But opening it up he pulled out the real treasure, the figures of four cassettes all long since grayed as the pain flecked off. “I will find you, one day. I will find all of you.” He promised them and put them back in the old hat, holding it close and venting in deeply to calm back down. 

Finally he shoved it into subspace and stood, preparing to continue his millenia long search of missing cassettes that he longed to celebrate christmas with, even if it was just grayed frames he would find.

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[lauramkaye]

Invisible Writing: or, I’m Still Here!

So recently someone wrote me a really sweet and much appreciated feedback email. It really made my day, but one line of it kind of took me aback - they said something like “since you aren’t very active anymore” (or it might have been “since you aren’t posting much anymore” or something like that.)

And I was like... what? what are you talking about, I’m writing all the time? I mean, there were a few months when I didn’t do anything but work OT because of COVID but other than that??

And then I thought some more about what I’ve been working on recently and I realized what’s happened: I’ve been writing a ton, I just haven’t FINISHED much in a while, because all my stuff in progress is long.

I haven’t posted anything yet in 2020. I posted four things in 2019: 

A Little World Made Cunningly (just under 50,000 words, posted in chapters from November 2018 to February 2019) 

Love Vaster than Empires, Chapter 1 (just under 10,000 words, posted April 2019)

My Heart In Hiding, Chapter 13 (just under 25,000 words, posted September 2019)

Love of a Particular Kind (just under 60,000 words, posted in chapters from August 2019 to October 2019.)

So, I can see where it looks like I haven’t done anything for nearly a year! But that’s because most of what I’ve been writing is on novel or novella-length stories.

A brief digression about my personal philosophy of works in progress: in general, I don’t start posting a work until the first draft is finished. Then I post it either after beta and revisions are done (one-shots), or chapter by chapter as I finish beta and revisions for each chapter (multi-chaptered works.) The only exceptions to this are My Heart In Hiding  and Love Vaster Than Empires. My Heart In Hiding is plotted and outlined at a high level but it’s so long I’m posting it as a serialized novel; fine points in the story and in the outline change as I actually write the chapters and see how the high-level ideas work out in practice. Love Vaster Than Empires, like All Our Strength and All Our Sweetness before it, is more of a short story anthology than a single work, and I chose to publish those as chaptered works instead of single ones mostly for convenience. Pretty much anything else I write, I don’t start posting it until I know I have a complete draft done, because that way I know I’m more likely to be able to post chapters relatively regularly, since editing is generally a more predictable process for me than drafting.

Anyway, if you’ve been wondering if I’ve stopped writing fic or whatever (or just when I might post again), here is a list of the stuff I have going (this is only stuff that is both at least partially written and that I’m more or less actively working on currently. There’s more in various stages of planning.)

At the Turning of the Tide: Clint is a vampire. Phil doesn’t know. They are stupid in love and pining. Will they work something out? (I mean, I’m writing it, so duh, of course they will.) About 20K. First draft complete, currently in beta. Will probably be the first in a series because I have prequel and sequel ideas already. This will likely be the next thing I post.

Bonus snippet: He thought of it sometimes, of saying sure, I was an English longbowman and I died at Agincourt, but then I woke up again and a French swordsman kept me in thrall until I put an arrow through his heart and ran away. Or yeah, you guessed it, we’re pretty sure Nat’s immortal, there was this thing with Rasputin one time, my blood was involved, it was a whole big thing. 

Love Vaster Than Empires, Chapter 2: Phil gets Clint a Valentine’s Day surprise. (It is a surprise that Phil wears. Yes, a sexy surprise.) 10K and counting, currently being drafted. Probably next in the queue after the vamp story posts. Maybe 3/4 done.

Bonus snippet: “I’d honestly thought I had to choose,” he said. “That I was being greedy, hoping to find someone who could… fit, with all the different parts of my life. Did I really think that I could find a partner who could put up with the job and be compatible with my personality and who would also have complimentary sexual needs? I might as well wish for Captain America to rise from the bottom of the ocean and tell me he’s always dreamed of dating an older man with a ridiculous schedule and a closet full of sex toys.”

Rise the Same and Prove Mysterious: This is the modern fantasy AU novel where Phil is a dragon and Clint is a sorcerer, and they are charged with undergoing a year of magical rituals to form a permanent bond that will enable them to anchor a casting circle for SHIELD. Currently just under 30k, being drafted. I’m probably about 25% done with this one at most so it’ll be a while.

Bonus snippet: “Wow,” he said. “You’re really pretty as a dragon.” Then he realized what he’d just said. “I mean, um. Handsome? Um, deadly? Sorry, I didn’t mean to be insulting or anything.” Phil really was pretty, though, all sharp and gleam and sinuous grace, his scales a thousand subtle shades of black and gray and midnight blue, with an iridescent sheen on his wings like spilled oil. Clint kind of wanted to pet him.

Another one, from Phil’s POV: “I caught you a fish,” Phil blurted, holding it out. It didn’t seem like much, all of a sudden, not in the face of the cozy little nest—damn it, lair—that Clint had made while he was gone. He should have caught him a bighorn sheep, or a deer. Maybe a moose. Would Clint like a moose? He could go get one. Moose was a little tough, though. Better braised, and they didn’t really have any way to do that. “I mean, I can get you something else. If you don’t like it.”

And Still The Sun: this is actually the third story in the series that started with All Our Strength and All Our Sweetness. Unlike the first two, this is one long chaptered story, and it is the post-Avengers fix-it story for this universe, where instead of using Kree blood, Fury asks  Tony to consult and they wind up saving Phil using Extremis. Currently around 25k, but it’s going to be novel-length when it’s done because I have Ideas about how a Clint and Phil who were in a long-established, thriving kinky relationship would recover after the whole Loki/TAHITI thing.  Also featuring lots of Fury, Natasha, and Tony friendship stuff and SO MANY PHEELS.

Bonus Snippet: Clint stroked Phil’s torso through the thin cotton gown, feeling electrodes and wires and the bumps of his ribs. His throat ached at the evidence of how thin Phil had gotten, and his eyes stung. He turned his face into Phil’s side and breathed deep, because Phil smelled like… well, like someone who had been more or less killed and then cryogenically frozen for over a month and then nearly exploded from experimental nanobots, actually, but Clint knew what death smelled like, and Phil didn’t smell like death. Clint would take any amount of mad-science-hospital-char-stink over that.

[riftendrifter]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @glowwormsmith thank you so much !! This has been in my drafts since you tagged me as I only did half of it then kinda forgot about it >.<

1. Why did you choose your url?

It is a combination of Riften from Skyrim one of my favourite places in the game, and Drifter comes from the neutral karma title at level 1 in Fallout New Vegas.

2. Any side blogs? If you do, name them and why you have them.

I have a writing one - i don't post on it often but when i do I kinda post and then forget about it for a bit

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

My first tumblr account was either late 2015 or early 2016, this blog was created in 2019 though.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I do but I forget to add it when I queue stuff but it is "Never gonna give queue up"

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Mainly just to view content for the fandoms I'm in.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Its a picrew version of me, and I use it on some of my social media, such as discord, twitter and tumblr

7. Why did you choose your header?

It is a Paarthurnax screenshot I took when playing Skyrim on my switch

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

I have no idea o.0

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Let me check - I forgot to check

10. How many followers do you have?

124 I think thats without any of the bots I keep having to block

11. How many people do you follow?

410 o.0 Some of them might be inactive.

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

Maybe? I think some of the things i post count but i don't know for sure

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

I check it every now and again, apart from periods of burn out

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

I don't think I've ever been in tumblr drama or had an argument on this site at all.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

neither negative or positive, like if its one of those posts that make you repost out of fear no i don't like them.

16. Do you like tag games?

When I remember to actually do them instead of just half doing it and putting it in my drafts and forgetting about it yes

17. Do you like ask games?

I enjoy sending asks for them but when it comes to doing them on my blog I don't like them as much

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Honestly any of them could be because honestly they are all amazing

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Not a romantic one, mainly me wanting to be better friends with them.

20. Tags?

Anyone who sees this and wants to do it I guess. I feel too awkward to tag anyone directly >.<