#answers to these and more in the fic that i'm procrastinating on writing!!

[crabsnpersimmons]

I have a question.

What would your CLIP AU voice be like?

probably the voice of your Sun and Moon hairdresser AU is exactly like that of the original daycare attendant sun and moon.

but what about Clip? it's a thin and lovely voice?, or calm and gentle like in the original Eclipse?

Or Is the voice different?

good question! and a tricky one, because i don't have any exact references to pull from and i don't know how much will translate, but i will try to explain the best i can

First: in the hairdresser AU, Sun and Moon actually sound a little different from canon! It's been a long time since their time at their PizzaPlex and they've undergone a lot of change, and that shows in their voices. So they used to sound like their canon voices, but they've changed over time.

Sun's voice is gentler than his canonical voice and it doesn't fluctuate as much (switching from excitable, to sarcastic, to threatening). Overtime, Sun has learned to keep his tone even and approachable. The best way to describe Sun is that he is even-tempered and calm. He rarely gets over-emotional, but Moon and Clip have a way of getting to him, since they know each other the closest. He only ever slips into his old voice and vocal habits (like repeating words) around Moon and Clip, usually in the form of sarcasm to balance their silliness (like his comments in this post). i like to describe Sun's voice as his customer-service voice, light and cheery enough to be appropriate for the situation.

Moon's voice is still a little raspy, but unlike his canon voice, it's less guttural and his pitch doesn't fluctuate as much. He also speaks in full sentences haha. The notable thing about Moon's voice is that it lacks the playful gremlin quality we all love about canon Moon. His tone isn't as playful and he doesn't giggle as much as he used to. Perhaps he'll have a short friendly chuckle when talking to a customer, but it's not gremlin level laughter. i think the closest voice reference i can think of is Corey Wilder's voice dub for Moon. still a little raspy without being too guttural, and more eloquent and charming in his delivery. Overall his tone is kinda dry, but when he begins to open up (like in this post), his voice takes a softer tone, closer to canon.

and finally Clip! In a way, his voice is probably the closest to canon Sun and Moon's. His voice fluctuates a lot jumping around from canon Sun's lofty theatrics to canon Moon's menacing glee. He's dramatic, he's silly, he cackles, he giggles, he rambles, he growls, he makes animal noises, he's all over the place! And there is no rhyme or reason to it, it's just fun for Clip. No matter the time of day, Clip is here to play play play! However, there are rare moments when his voice sounds like canon Eclipse from the Ruin DLC. It's that sweet and gentle tone, but there is a staticky quality in his voice, crackling like someone who hasn't spoken in a while.

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i hope that made sense!

[quibbs126]

Sick Lux: Hi! I’m the one who suggested sick Lux and I’m happy you like it! May I suggest more ideas?

After Lux is settle and Optimus had to sink in that he’s a Sire (and the horrible realization that he pretty much banished his pregnant ex, even though he didn’t know), he and Megatron have a chance to…simply talk things out. Perhaps Lux has allowed Megatron have a more clearer head and not filled by blind anger so he listens.

Words are exchanged, regrets are shared, and apologies are made on both ends. Maybe by the end Optimus & Megatron had come to an agreement. One that ends their conflict and for Lux to be both in their lives without conflict. Whether they’ll remain awkward friends who wants best for their daughter or getting back together is unknown but it’s a good start

So, what do you think?

Sorry, meant to reply earlier when I got the ask, but I've been procrastinating on about everything today, so it took a while

But anyways, I hadn't really thought that far in my own head, only really getting to Megatron's attitude when he first gets to Iacon, basically being on edge and ready to bolt with Lux the second things might go south or he's at risk of losing her, and Optimus probably realizing that he's acting weird and trying not to aggravate him more

I'm also thinking that Megatron doesn't immediately tell Optimus the full story on Lux, just that there's a sparkling there that needs help and hoping that's enough, dodging the question of why there's a sparkling there in the first place. It does eventually come out that she's theirs though, maybe through Starscream thinking Megatron already told Optimus, I'm not sure

I mean, she does look like a blue D-16 which is gonna raise suspicions, but the fact that she's specifically Optimus' isn't immediately found out (there's a good number of blue Decepticons anyways)

But as for what you're saying here, they probably would have a talk about this whole situation at some point, especially after Optimus learns Lux is his (it might be what causes this conversation even, or at least an argument preceding it), with Megatron eventually admitting that he's terrified Optimus will take her away from him

I don't know if the story would end with their feud being declared over. I mean, it would make logical sense honestly, since the Decepticons coming back to Iacon permanently would solve a lot of the problems this situation brought up, like the lack of necessary medical equipment for the Decepticons (they haven't done enough bad yet), or the problem of Lux spending time with both her creators

Maybe it just ends with them agreeing to try and work out an agreement, but we don't see where it goes from there, like what happens with the Decepticons? Which I'm realizing is what you said, them making an agreement. I just misinterpreted it as them officially declaring the war over and stuff. The end would just be like them planning on doing so

So yeah, I do like it. Gives an actual end to this story, which knowing me, I was probably never going to have one in my head anyways (and it's probably why I'll never get around to finishing Firestorm tbh), so hell yeah

[habibialkaysani]

10, 40, 73 for writing asks!

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

oh lordy. I am notoriously bad at titles. on occasion I'll have a title before I write a fic, but it's usually because it's based on a song, like first time which is named after the hozier song of the same name. I hate titles because I never really think the title does the story justice, and essentially what you're doing with it is boiling down your story to a few words or even just one. so most of the time I will just write the fic and then scour the text, esp the dialogue, for anything that jumps out. the time it was hardest in recent months is for my sole polin fic, sincerely, gently, fervently. the main reason I struggled was because I had a title in mind based on a famous polin line, "assuredly, loudly, fervently", but I saw other fics with that title and wanted to be more original, and iirc @ihaveastorminme suggested a poem which is where I got my title from in the end - and I think it was a translation of a poem too, so it was pretty meta in the end.

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

off head I don't have a specific comment that comes to mind, but basically anytime someone tells me that they've read my fic multiple times, or read all my stuff, or when they say it's better than canon. it makes me ridiculously happy. atm there is someone who until recently was commenting regularly on my fics as they read each chapter, and they were quoting back bits that they really liked which is literally my favourite thing ever.

73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

this is a weird one but I can hear the character voices in my head. legit just earlier while I was making breakfast I heard anthony and kate bartering on how much anthony should set aside for edwina's dowry. depending on where I am, or what I'm doing, I might make a note of that convo on my phone and I've done that before. sometimes those snippets will stay on the cutting room floor so to speak but a lot of the time it will form the basis of a new chapter. I adoooooore writing dialogue and it may sound crazy to say I can hear the characters' voices as I write them, but that's how it almost always happens. the bare bones of a fic are always dialogue. the other stuff is built around it.

fanfic asks

[happyyyandcrazyyy]

matching bracelets (kaz brekker x reader)

summary: when (y/n) buys kaz a bracelet she does so as a joke, she knows he’ll never actually wear it. imagine her surprise when she sees it dangling around his wrist.

based on the prompt: person A gets person B a friendship bracelet, expecting person B to never wear it, but when it’s given to them person B puts it on and is rarely seen with it off.

warnings: mentions of blood and torture (not explicit, briefly mentioned)

kaz taglist: @the-tpd-bau @ellievickstar @thestudiouswanderer | soc taglist: @ancientbeing10 (if you want to be added or removed from the taglist just dm me!)

a/n: guess who's back after a year of being mia!! i've been working on a lot of fics, but inspiration just hasn't been there, so i'm going slow, i don't like to force myself to write if i don't feel like it. anywaysss, i hope you enjoy this one! it was such a fun ride to write :)

Jesper opens the door with a loud bang, strutting into the Slat with his head held high and a slight jump in his step. He’s whistling good-naturedly, his left hand twirling a pistol and his right hand holding a rumpled piece of paper.

(Y/N)’s right hand— which had immediately reached for the pocket knife in her boot at the tumultuous noise— retreats back to her side. She relaxes, letting her shoulders sag and briefly looking down to make the final correction on a contract Kaz had her look over, left hand holding the pen and swiftly moving over the paper.

Jesper makes his way towards her, still whistling. She follows him from the corner of her eye, a slight smirk taking over her features. He’s in a good mood, the kind of mood he’s only ever in when the Gods are in his favor and he manages to miraculously not gamble away all his money. It’s not something that happens often.

“Did you win some?” she asks, already knowing the answer but enjoying the way the Sharpshooter preens under the attention. Jesper, very much in character and to (Y/N)’s delight, twirls around and does a ridiculous dance before taking a small bow.

“Baby, I won a whole lot.”

She huffs out a laugh, leaning back as she watches him place the pistol in its respective holster before plopping down on the chair by her right side and tossing her a small bag.

(Y/N) catches it smoothly, reflexes as sharp as always.

She doesn’t need to open the sack to know there’s kruge in there; the sound of coins jiggling against each other is a dead giveaway.

Jesper winks, a teasing smile on his lips. He tips his chair back, feet on top of the table, “Because you’re my favorite.”

It’s really because he owes her more kruge than he’ll ever be able to repay, but (Y/N) plays along. She’s never cared much about money, anyways.

“You sure do know how to charm a lady,” she smirks.

“I’m good at charming gents, too.”

“Versatile.”

“You know me.”

(Y/N) smiles, softer around the edges this time, something reserved only for her closest friends. She’s about to being correcting another contact— she has twelve to go through, all because she’d been bored and had decided annoying Kaz would be a great way to spend her time, he obviously hadn’t agreed —when Jesper slides over the piece of paper he’d been holding in his right hand. In the time he’d made his way towards her he’d somehow managed to crumple it completely.

She takes it, half curious, half willing to do anything to procrastinate revising and correcting those stupid documents.

“Brought this for you, too. I’ve got the feeling you’re going to enjoy this much more than the money.”

Her eyebrows furrow with curiosity as she slowly opens up the paper.

Ink contrasts the yellowish hue of the paper. Her own face greets her, drawn by hand, but fairly accurate.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Wanted dead or alive.

1,000 kruge.

She can’t help the snicker that falls from her lips

Jesper is right. This is better, much better.

“Can’t believe it’s only a thousand this time,” she huffs, a small pout on her lips. “I must be losing my touch.”

Jesper snorts at that.

(Because she hasn’t lost her touch, not even a little, and they both know it. Just yesterday she’d managed to get vital information out of a Black Tip member with a single touch and a minimal amount of bloodshed. Three days before that she’d disposed of a rival gang member who’d been speaking too freely and she’d made sure his body would never be found. Two weeks prior to that Kaz had sent her to steal a miniature stature and she’d done it without a hitch, forging an identical copy in less than five days. No, she still very much has it.)

“I might have to go overboard next time,” she muses quietly to herself, “do something that will raise the bounty to at least two thousand five hundred.”

She traces the outline of her name, biting down a smile when Jesper snorts.

“You’re insane,” the Sharpshooter deadpans, the fondness in his tone almost tangible.

(Y/N) smiles wickedly at him, “So they say.”

Marbles is what they’ve nicknamed her around the Barrel. They say she’s lost them all. And it must be true, she must be out of her mind, because having a bounty on your head in Ketterdam is nothing less than a death sentence. It means having the most ruthless assassins coming after you, all looking for a way to make fast money. It’s living with the constant fear of someone sneaking up on you and slicing your throat, of having your food poisoned, of being choked to death in your sleep, of having your closest friends betray you as a means to survive. But to (Y/N), who has been part of the city’s underworld since before being able to formulate words, who has had any sort of ability to feel fear beaten out of her, this is nothing but one of the most amazing sources of entertainment. It keeps her on her toes, brings an adrenaline rush that does not compare to anything else. She must be crazy because any sane person would be paralyzed in fear, running for their lives, and yet all she can feel is the comforting thrill of being in mortal danger. (And, yes, it is comforting. She was raised to be a weapon, trained to withstand any form of torture; having Death peering over her shoulder is something she’s comfortable with, something she’s used to, something that soothes her). Besides, even if she wasn’t deadly confident in her own abilities (which she very much is), and even if she was able to feel terror overtaking her limbs (which she doesn’t think she’ll ever feel again), the title she holds would be enough to keep her relatively safe; she is Kaz’s right hand, and no one dares touch something that belongs to Dirtyhands.

(Y/N) stares at the poster for a little while longer— they got her nose wrong, made it too pointy —before smirking to herself. She knows how this will all go down, has seen it played out a few dozen times before (this is a regular occurrence, after all, a bounty is placed on her head every couple of months, whenever she loses her temper and murders someone who was deemed untouchable, or steals something much too valuable for her blood-stained hands). So, yes, she knows how this will go; the bounty will stay up for a couple of weeks, long enough for a few to dare try to kill her, and then it’ll be removed by whoever placed it once they realize it’s futile, once they see how everyone who even dares breathe too close to her winds up dead. She hopes the assassination attempts are entertaining, she hopes whoever dares come after her head gives her a good fight, if only to keep things interesting. It’s been a while since she’s had some unrestrained fun.

(Kaz keeps her on a tight rein, knows better than to let her run around freely. To say things can get out of hand when she’s left to her own devices would be an understatement.)

“Again?”

The voice comes from behind her, and (Y/N) doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is, she heard his steps since before he even walked into the room. (It’s easy to know when it’s Kaz, he subconsciously places more weight on his left leg to keep the right one from aching, it makes his footsteps distinctive.) Still, she angles her head to meet his eyes. He’s leaning over her chair, cold eyes watching the bounty poster with disdain.

He’s never said it but (Y/N) knows that he doesn’t appreciate her life being imperiled. She is, in a way, an extension of him, and therefore any threats to her he sees as direct threats to him. Dirtyhands doesn’t take it well to being threatened.

“It’s okay, boss,” Jesper calls out. He’s still tipping his chair back, now playing with his guns. (Y/N) is kind of tempted to lean forward and kick one of the chair’s wooden legs, just to watch him struggle, possibly even fall. But Jesper’s known her long enough to realize when she’s on the verge of becoming a nuisance because his eyes narrow playfully and he lets the chair’s weight drop forward, “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) can see the way Kaz’s face morphs. It’s almost indistinguishable, but she notices it. She thinks she would be able to spot the most minimal change in Kaz, she’s known him long enough for that. (Y/N) watches in amusement as he opens his mouth, no doubt to argue that he isn’t worrying at all, because Gods forbid he ever outwardly cared about anyone, but Jesper beats him to the punch and keeps going, “Heard some of Pekka’s Lions talking ‘bout how they’re not even going to try to come after her this time.”

“How boring,” she mutters to herself in disappointment, reaching for her glass of whisky. She’d meant for the comment to go unheard but Jesper’s snicker tells her that she wasn’t successful.

She takes a chug as Jesper points an accusatory finger at her and smirks, “That’s all on you, Marbles.”

At her bewildered look, he elaborates, “Two of them said something about not wanting to meet the same fate as the Razorgull guy from a couple of months ago—” (Y/N) smirks at that. The guy had deserved it. He hadn’t just tried to kill her, but also grope her. Murder she could understand, respect even, but touching someone else without their consent? No, she drew the line there. She’d had him swallow his own testicles; it’d seemed fitting enough. “—and the other one said that even if you hadn’t done that, he wouldn’t come close, not with you being Kaz’s right hand,” Jesper pauses for a second, a smug smile appearing on his lips, “and his best friend.”

Their reaction is instantaneous; Kaz goes rigid at the words and a smirk takes over (Y/N)’s features.

Oh, if the night didn’t just suddenly get better.

She glances up at her best friend, only to find him already glaring daggers at Jesper, who shrugs helplessly and innocently says, “Just telling it like I heard it, boss.” The flicker of amusement in his eyes reveals that he’s very much aware of just how much ammunition he’s provided (Y/N) with.

(Y/N)’s smirk becomes wider and gains a teasing edge when Kaz looks down to meet her eyes. His eyes harden, explicitly telling her to not utter a single word. Sadly for him, she has never been one to follow the rules, and Kaz must notice she’s not about to obey because his face morphs slightly, just enough to show the most minimum amount of discomfort. He cringes just the tiniest bit, bracing himself.

He knows her too well.

“You hear that?” she asks him, tone light and filled with amusement, “We’re best friends!”

“We are not,” Kaz tenses his jaw as he replies. He backs away from her, as if creating physical space between them will somehow stop the words from leaving her mouth and making their way towards him. As if distance could make her less of an bother.

(Y/N) fake gasps, clutching the skin over her heart in the most dramatic manner, “You wound me deeply, Kazzy.”

Jesper snorts, coughing to try to drown the laughter. She might be the only one who doesn’t get a knife to the jugular when calling him that.

Kaz’s eyes snap toward the Sharpshooter and the look must be deadly because Jesper quiets down immediately and tries his best to evade the boss’s glare. Kaz’s gaze then shifts towards (Y/N) and she perks up at the way his eyes harden even further in annoyance. He’s told her a million times to drop that ‘ridiculously stupid’ nickname and she’s decided she never will, not when it drives him to this point of exasperation.

(She’s a thrill chaser, you see. That’s what happens when you’ve seen just about everything and lived twice as much; few things get your heart pumping. And getting on Kaz’s nerves? That’s always exciting. (Y/N) never knows what to expect of him. The Bastard of the Barrel is unpredictable in a way that’s just delightful.)

“If you call me that one more time—”

“What are you gonna do? You can’t possibly try to hurt me. Best friends don’t do that to each other,” she mocks.

His eyebrow twitches, her grin stretches.

Oh, she’s going to have a field day with this one.

It’s obvious that Kaz knows he’s not winning this discussion because he walks forward, snatches the revised contracts and makes his way back to where he came from.

“Get those done before tomorrow afternoon.”

Boring. She was expecting more banter.

(Y/N) turns around to watch him leave, unable to stop herself from throwing a sarcastic, “Sure thing, bestie.” She does her best to sweeten the last word in a way that she knows will infuriate Kaz.

He freezes.

Bingo.

Even from afar, (Y/N) can see the way he tightens the grip on his cane. She’s thoroughly disappointed when he doesn’t throw a dagger her way. That would’ve been exciting. He takes another route, one she should’ve seen coming.

“I’ve got seven more files that need to be corrected. Collect them when you’re done with those.”

The corner of her lips tugs upwards slightly. There’s something thrilling about playing this game with Kaz, of seeing how much one of them can push before the other yields. He’s skilled and she enjoys the competition.

She ignores his order, “Goodnight, Kazzy.”

He slams the door on his way out, the only visible sign that she managed to get on his nerves. That’s mildly entertaining. Causing even the slightest slip of Kaz’s control over his temper is a success in her books.

“You’re out of your mind,” Jesper informs her.

She raises her glass of whisky at him and winks.

And that’s how it begins, as a joke. (Y/N) refers to Kaz as her best friend on every given chance. His reactions never disappoint.

There’s a lot of death threats;

(“Don’t mind him, bestie here is always grumpy.”

Clenched jaw, an exasperated sigh. “I will murder you.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Kazzy.”

There’s a knife thrown her way. (Y/N) catches it with ease, whistling good-naturedly. She smirks when she catches the look of annoyance in Kaz’s face.)

and a lot of not so kind words thrown her way.

(“I get special best friend privileges, right?”

“You get tolerated,” Kaz mutters, “barely.”

“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. Now tell me you love me.”

There’s that Brekker glare, one that would send anyone to an early grave. (Y/N) just smiles sweetly.

“Get out.”

“Whatever makes you happy, best friend.”

She cackles as she closes the door behind her, the curses Kaz is sending her way loud enough for her to hear.)

All in all, (Y/N) is as happy as can be. Having the time of her life, really. It’s not often that she finds something that makes Kaz fume. He plays the game too, of course. He has her going over financial documents and legal contracts on her free time, knowing just how much she hates the bureaucracy, and he gives her the household chores she despises the most. Still, (Y/N) doesn’t complain. She does everything with a smug smile on her face. The annoyance that flashes through Kaz’s face makes it all worth it.

The bracelet isn’t something she plans for, it really isn’t, but the Saints place the opportunity right in front of her and who is she but a mere mortal that must obey the signs evidently laid by otherworldly deities (or whatever bullshit those religious fanatics preach).

(Y/N) inspects the wristlets in her hand. They’re black and rough, made of broken-down nets that fishermen dispose of near the pier when the material has worn down beyond repair and is no longer useful. The little girl who had sold it to her couldn’t have been older than seven, and yet the design was more than decent. (Y/N) had offered three kruge for it, much more than it was worth. The child had looked delighted, had thanked her profusely as she’d placed the coins inside her worn-down shoes.

Oh, (Y/N) cannot wait to see Kaz’s face.

“What’s that?” Jesper asks as she meets up with him, eying the bracelets with a gleam of interest. He twirls his guns absentmindedly, missing the way some of the fishermen glance at him with distrust.

“Oh, you know, just some matching bracelets for me and my best friend.”

Jesper snickers, shaking his head and proceeding to let out a low whistle.

“This might be his breaking point.”

“Wouldn’t that be delightful.”

“You’re insane, Marbles.”

She gives him a wicked smile accompanied by a wink. She’s about to retort when she catches sight of a shadow on the corner of her eye. She recognizes it immediately as her target. Shopping, as fun as it had been, wasn’t the reason she and Jesper were waiting by the pier. They’ve got orders. She has people to torture and interrogate and dispose of— preferably in a quiet manner —and Jesper is Kaz’s way of making sure she’s got her back covered. (Not that she needs backup, but whatever, she has tried arguing with Kaz about it and it’s the one thing he won’t relent on, the one matter she’s accepted she won't ever win. Kaz doesn't play when it comes to her safety.).

“If you’re kind enough to hold these for me,” she places the bracelets on Jesper’s unoccupied hand, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

They make it back to the Slat before sunrise. (Y/N) had been quick and efficient, as she always was, and Jesper had been a quiet and solid shadow, as he always was.

“I assume it all went according to plan,” the Bastard asks when he hears their steps coming into his office. It’s late, or rather extremely early in the morning, and yet (Y/N) isn’t surprised by Kaz’s presence. He rarely sleeps.

“It went without a hitch, boss,” Jesper responds, resting against the doorframe.

(Y/N) hesitates for a split second, her memory providing a brief flashback to the interrogation she’d done, to three little words the man had let slip out: they’re coming for you.

A warning or maybe a promise.

Thrilling, either way. It wasn’t often that she was verbally threatened.

At the time, she’d dismissed the words, too filled with bloodlust to pay them any mind, but now, with a clear mind and a steady heartbeat, she suddenly remembers her face plastered on paper all over Ketterdam and wonders if the words might be related to the bounty on her head.

Oh, she hopes so. That would prove to be fun.

They’re coming for you. Good. Let them try.

She nods her head in agreement with Jesper’s words. Kaz nods in approval and then jerks his chin Jesper’s way, a clear sign of dismissal. The Sharpshooter never walks into Kaz’s office after missions like this. He’s an escort, a babysitter of sorts, merely Kaz’s way of making sure she heads his way instead of making a beeline for her bed.

(Y/N) sticks her tongue out at him and Jesper blows her a kiss in response.

Lucky bastard. It’s always her that has to stay up to report. And she hates to admit it, but she’s tired, she can feel the exhaustion begin to creep on her bones and settle in. She has been up for more than thirty-seven hours at this point, and she can feel it catching up to her. Still, she knows that Kaz prefers to hear details when the information is fresh on her mind, when she can provide as much detail as possible, so she pushes through for him. She just has to wait a little while longer before crawling into her bed and passing out for the next twelve hours.

“Marbles comes bearing gifts by the way,” is the last thing the Sharpshooters says before exiting.

A smirk takes over her features, sleep, exhaustion and the new information briefly forgotten.

Kaz is going to hate it.

Lovely.

Kaz seems to sense, probably by the wicked amusement on her face, that whatever it is it’s not something he’s going to enjoy. His face twists into a scowl.

“Out with it, then.”

She pulls out the dark bracelet from her pocket as she walks towards Kaz, dangling it in front of his face when she’s close enough.

Jesper had handed them back on the way home, tossing them over as soon as she’d wiped the blood off her hands. He hadn’t said a word, but (Y/N) knew that the action had meant to snap her out of the weird haze that clouded her mind after every mission, where adrenaline still coursed through her body and all she could think about was bloodshed, fingers itching to kill and maim and fight.

(It was a thing, the haze. When taking lives there was nothing but calmness and bloodthirst, the restlessness that always lingered beneath her skin subsiding as soon as a weapon was placed in her hand and orders were given. And as soon as the mission was done, as soon as the target was neutralized and she’d efficiently fulfilled her orders, fogginess followed. Her mind became clouded, as if somewhat trapped in a loop of violence, every nerve on edge and ready for any threat to emerge.

She was brought up as a killing machine, a child soldier, the best out of all the assassins produced by the Silent Blades, her father’s pride. She was ruthless, wretched, or at least those had been the words used to describe her when she’d been a child. She supposed the dissociative state she slipped into was normal when considering her upbringing, some sort of psychological shield that kept her from going insane.

She never spoke about it, but the Crows somehow knew. They often eased her out of it, knowing full well that when trapped in that state she had not an ounce of thought and only muscle memory to rely on, which made her infinitely more lethal.)

Jesper’s actions had worked like a charm. With something else to do with her hands, the fogginess had ruptured. She’d absentmindedly tied one of the bracelets on her own wrist, fingers playing with the edges of the other.

It’s that bracelet, the one on her arm, that Kaz glances at now. It’s brief, but for a split second the scowl etched on his face softens and something that she can’t quite catch passes through his eyes. It’s gone before (Y/N) can even begin to process it.

“Best friends have to have matching bracelets, don’t they?” And if she wonders about it later, she’ll blame it on the exhaustion, but the words come out softer than she intends them to. A jest, but not any less truthful.

Kaz’s face morphs and she gets a fleeting glimpse at that flicker in his eyes again. His scowl melts into something a tad bit gentler, the look contrasted by the aggressiveness with which he snatches the bracelet from her hand, “You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” He means that and his tone has enough bite to make her cackle.

Amusing.

Placing her hands on her back pockets and shrugging, she responds, “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Kaz snorts, “Go take a bath.” He dismisses her, turning around and making his way to his desk, “Reports can wait until you don’t look half dead.”

That’s unexpected.

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows, “You’re being nice.” It isn’t often that Kaz forgoes a report after a mission. He might’ve been more touched by the gift than he’s letting on.

“It’s for my own sake,” he retorts, not turning around, “you just stink and it’s making me nauseous.”

She does have a lingering smell of blood and sea water.

“Everything in this damned place stinks,” she responds. I know you’re lying, she’s saying, I know you’re being kind.

“Get out.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” (Y/N) mocks, walking out of his office.

She sleeps a full day after that, everyone knowing better than to bother her unless they want to lose to their head, and when she reports to Kaz the next morning the three words she’d heard from the man slip her mind. (Y/N) doesn’t remember them until a few weeks later when she’s tied to the ceiling by her wrists, face bleeding.

Now, she must admit, she’s impressed. No one had ever tried kidnapping before. There’d been more attempts on her life than she could even count; stabs resulting in blood being shed, never one drop of hers, poison that she had either swallowed down like a champ or identified before a single lick of it touched her tongue, because being raised an assassin meant she’d been trained in the art of toxins and she’d built up tolerance to pretty much every substance in existence, and that one time they’d tried to shot at her, which only resulted in (Y/N) stealing Jesper’s gun and placing a bullet right between the perpetrator’s eyebrows. All in good fun. Kidnapping was new, but only because those who had attempted on her life had never tried joining forces, all of them wishing to keep the financial reward for themselves.

Torturing, that was new, too.

She could endure, of course she could, she’d been trained for this. That did not mean she’d missed it.

The poster had stated she was wanted dead or alive and it was clear that the man in front of her wanted to take his time. It was personal, she could tell by the brunt of his hits and the delicate precision of his cuts. Had she been anyone else, she would’ve been begging for it to stop, but (Y/N) was a Silent Blade, even if she’d left the organization and that life behind, and she would never break.

The only reason she was in this situation was because the assailants had gotten the upper hand. They’d used one of (Y/N)’s street urchins— a little girl with piggy tails and two missing teeth, one of the ones who gathered information for (Y/N) and traded it for food and shelter —as leverage. And time had apparently made her soft because she’d hesitated. The brief second of doubt had been everything they’d needed.

Them subduing her didn’t mean she’d gone down without a fight. There’d been five of them in the beginning. Only three remained. She’d plucked one guy’s eye out, going deep enough to sever the optic nerve and cause brain damage, and she’d ripped the other’s ear with her teeth before slitting his throat. She’d managed to stab one of the three men remaining with a dagger before being injected with some unknown serum. It hadn’t knocked her out, not the way it was supposed to if the incredulous look on her kidnapper’s face was any indication, but it had drugged her enough to allow them to overpower her.

And now here she was, slowly bleeding out.

“I intent on handing your corpse to them and claiming the reward.” He’s been quiet for so long that (Y/N) had almost forgotten his presence. She doesn’t raise her head, only looks up. It’s hard to do so when her right eye is swollen shut. “But they never specified the conditions it had to be in.”

The man has his back towards her, fingers running through a box of tools. He’s used almost all of them on her by this point. Amateur. A skilled torturer knows to go slow, to drag it out, to choose a weapon and stick to it until the person is weeping and screaming.

“It was my brother that you killed.”

That sparks her interest, a smirk taking over her bloodied lips. She looks at him, dead in the eye.

“Which one?” she taunts.

The sound of her voice, still strong despite the blood loss, startles him. He freezes for a split second, hand over a wooden baseball bat.

“What?”

She snickers, blood dripping into the floor. “I’ve killed a lot of men, darling.” The way he seethes, fury filling his features, amuses her. “So which one was your brother?”

“You had him swallow his own testicles.”

“Oh, him,” she nods her head in appreciation. “Can’t say I regret it.”

Now he’s fuming, hand shaking so badly he almost loses the grip on the bat. If (Y/N) looks close enough she can see the resemblance. Same brown hair, same nose, same crazy look in their eyes.

“I’ll make you regret it.”

“You can certainly try,” she concedes mockingly. Because, honestly, there’s nothing he can do to her that she hasn’t already withstood.

There’s a raging roar and then a burst of pain. A hit to her abdomen, which no doubt bruised a rib, and then two to her back. But it’s okay, she thinks to herself as she wheezes and coughs, trying to regain air in her lungs, she knows how to play this game and how to win it. Keep him talking, keep him angry, let him think he has the upper hand, keep him from noticing how she’s preparing to break free.

“I wonder…” he murmurs, bat dragging behind him. “You’re not particularly remarkable.” She scoffs as he begins circling her, a tactic supposed to drive the prisoner into panic at the lack of vision of their assailant. Her heart doesn’t stutter. She’s trained to identify people and objects by sound not sight. She knows precisely where he is, even if she can’t see him. “So, what makes you interesting enough for the Bastard to keep so close?”

She grins, feral and with bloodstained teeth.

“Why don’t you come closer and I’ll show you?”

His face does not change but his step falters. “You cannot believe me stupid enough to fall for that.”

“You were stupid enough to tie my wrists with handcuffs,” is all she replies before dislocating her own thumbs and releasing herself from the shackles.

She hits the floor hard, body swaying for a second. Her hands are numb, nerve endings frayed. It hits her, now that she has to keep herself upright, just how much blood she’s lost. The edges of her vision blur.

There’s a cut on her thigh, it bleeds heavily. Her back is all flayed skin. Breathing is hard.

It doesn’t matter. She only needs four fingers and half a mind to hold and use a dagger. She shakes the dizziness off.

He comes at her, but she’s expecting that. Sidestepping him is easy, kicking him in the back as he passes by even more so.

“You’re not much without your friends and a syringe full of drugs, are you?” she stumbles a little as she taunts him. Time is not on her side, she knows this. He’s cut deep in her arms and legs, no major artery touched, but with precision to give her a slow and prolonged death. She’s been steadily bleeding for hours.

(Y/N) has to end this. Soon.

He comes for her again, and she dodges, punching him right in the gut. He feigns left and she moves away, noticing too late the fist that impacts with the right side of her face. Despite the pain, she manages to stomp his toes and slam her knee against his balls.

That does it.

A high whimper leaves his mouth and as he struggles for air, she backs up. Keeping her eyes on him, her right arm reaches back to the toolbox. She knows what she’s grasped as soon as her fingers graze it.

“Say hi to your brother for me.”

The scalpel lodges itself right on his carotid artery.

“Nice,” she mumbles in delirium as she hears him choke to death. It’d been a majestic throw.

The adrenaline is gone in a second. (Y/N) stumbles backwards, barely aware of all the tools scattering around in the floor. She lets herself rest against the wall, slowly sitting down on the floor.

She’s going to die.

It doesn’t matter that she’s managed to get rid of that poor excuse of a man. She’s too injured. She knows.

(Y/N) isn’t scared. She’s tangled with Death for a long time, and as cold begins to creep in and the edges of her vision blacken, it feels like welcoming an old friend. It feels like getting what she has always had coming for her.

The tips of her fingers begin to tingle, her body’s desperate effort at keeping her heart pumping. Her ears are ringing, hard enough that when shouts begin all that she can hear are muffled sounds.

Then someone’s touching her face. She greets the warmth.

“Fuck,” she hears as she tumbles forward, her forehead landing on a collarbone. Jesper grasps the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. At least, she thinks it’s him. Her brain feels mushy, but her nose has never failed her, and it smells like gunpowder and mint.

She’s laid down on the ground gently, probably to inspect her injuries before moving her.

“You’re going to be okay,” the Sharpshooter reassures her, but his voice is trembling. He’s scared. She must look worse than she feels, and she feels like she’s been attacked by a group of Heartrenders.

She wants to speak, to tell him it’s okay, but opening her mouth feels like an impossible task.

“Save your energy.” That’s Kaz. His voice is steady, but she can feel the underlying tension, the worry in his words. “You are not dying tonight.” And he says it with so much conviction, like he would hold her soul with his own hands to keep it anchored to her body, like he would keep her heart beating with pure willpower.

Her eyes look for him, but she catches sight of something else entirely.

“You’re wearing it.”

She must make no sense, words slurred, but Kaz understands. His whispered words are the last thing she hears before slipping out of consciousness.

“How couldn’t I?”

Then there’s nothing. She loses track of time. She comes back to her body from time to time, able to hear words but incapable of pinpointing the speaker. She’s floating, but there’s pain and aching.

“…too much blood, I don’t know…”

“…keep her alive.”

“I am trying!”

“Don’t try, do it.”

“…punctured lung, broken ribs…”

“…don’t know how she’s still alive.”

When she comes to the first thing that she feels is blinding pain. Everything hurts. Her muscles complain as she sits up. She clenches her jaw to keep the tears at bay. The worst is already over, she will not cry.

“Don’t move,” (Y/N) freezes at the command, her head snapping towards the voice. “Nina stitched you back together, I doubt she would be very happy to see all her hard work ruined.”

She gently eases herself back on the bed, fingertips running over her bandaged stomach. She can feel the edges of the stitches poking through it. It must’ve been bad, then, if she required stitches to keep the wound together. Usually, she’s a fast healer, a result of all the training she’d gone through.

“How long?” Her voice is raspy after not being used. Her throat hurts, which might be related to the way she was choked to the verge of unconsciousness several times while held hostage.

“Four nights.”

Bad then.

(Y/N) can feel Kaz’s eyes on her, assessing. She meets his stare, and it’s when she’s looking at him that a vague memory comes back.

Her eyes drift down to his wrist.

The twin bracelet to her own, the one she keeps tightly wrapped around her wrist, as if part of her own skin, greets her.

“You are wearing it.”

Kaz frowns in confusion, until he follows her line of sight. He looks away, hand clenching and unclenching over the head of his cane.

“Even after almost dying you’re still insufferable,” he responds.

But when he looks back at her, (Y/N) can see everything in his eyes.

How could I not, he’d said, and he’d meant it. If friendship was something that could bloom in a wretched place like Ketterdam, Kaz was her best friend and she was his, even if they’d never discussed it, even if they would never admit it. You’re the steady order to my unrelenting chaos, she thought to herself, someone I would follow to the end of the world.

He nods, as if reading her mind and agreeing with her.

“Rest.” That’s an order, one she has no intention of disobeying.

“Sure thing,” she responds as Kaz makes his way towards the door, “bestie.”

(Y/N) can feel the amusement in his words, “Absolutely insufferable.”

She smirks, toying with the ends of the bracelet’s strings.

(Y/N) never takes it off. Neither does Kaz.

[namelessmoons-corner]

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One of the lovely members in the discord server i'm in answered my plea for a request (i'm itching to write + i'm procrastinating on my other fics, sorry), so this was born :)

Pairing(s): Carlos Sainz Jr/Plus size!reader) Wordcount: 1,2k words Warnings: unkind thoughts about yourself, vaguely lustful thoughts from Carlos, but what did you expect? A/n: hope you like it :)

Here's the prompt:

Carlos x plus size!reader and they’re dating and he catches her learning to dance to his Spanish music and she gets self conscious bc of how she looks and how she doesn’t look like stereotypical Latin dancer girls. But he obvi loves her no matter what and they dance together

You’ve been dancing for months now. Slow movements with your hips and with your body, trying to understand the flow of the music that flows in your ears and continues its way through your veins, ending at the tips of your fingers. You try to do it when Carlos is at work, because you know you would never live it down if he caught you clumsily dancing. 

Not that he would ever mock you, he’s too nice for that, but sometimes you catch him watching you when you move and his eyes darken and it makes you hot all over, the feeling of a prey when a predator is ready to pounce. 

And well… You know what you look like. People like to say that your face is wasted on your body, and so dancing has never been a big part of your life. But when you’re alone at your shared apartment and the blinds are closed, you turn on the tv, put the sound in your headphones and you follow the long sinuous lines of the dancer explaining to their thousands of following how to create hoops with your hips and how to place your arms so create an alluring shape; during these sessions, as you call them, you never look in the mirror. Your reflection makes you look too big and the room too small, movements so awkward that you stop moving all-together to criticize your appearance and think about all the ways you would never be like those models on the screen or the ones who walk in the paddock during race weekends.

Sometimes you wonder. You wonder how Carlos ever fell in love with you, because you don’t doubt he loves you and your mind, but would he love you more if you were to lose weight? If your number of centimeters above the meter mark matched the numbers of kilograms you see on the scale ?

You think that’s how the instagram post described it. A pretty girl, a beautiful girl, a gorgeous girl is one who goes to a pilate class most mornings of the week, who manages to get into a small sized dress, and who eats more salad in a meal than what you eat in two days.

You probably have the same chest size as they do, or at least it’s that way in your head. But you’re more of a block, hair not as long as theirs and not as silky black, and their small hips to create a contrast with their hips, leggings hugging the shape of their thighs down to dainty ankles you don’t have. 

You think of Carlos’s hands as you slowly sway your hips, following the woman on the screen of the TV, the music decelerating from the faster beat it was at. It flows through your mind, making you forget the time, losing yourself to the sound coming from the headphones Carlos bought you because you made a passing remark about how your old ones were about to fall apart. You can feel your sweat gathering in your neck, trickling down your back and being absorbed in your black sports’s bra, under the white T-shirt you use for these moments.

The loud music is probably the reason you don’t hear the front lock unlocking, and you don’t register the telltale sound of Carlos’s trainers on the hardwood floor, the thud of his sports bag hitting the floor as he stares at you, eyes widening before his pupils dilate at the sight of you in the middle of the living room, the coffee table pushed to the side to give you space as you dance, your beautiful body swaying to the music he can barely hear coming from your headphones.

He can’t stop staring at you, hungry eyes going up and down your body. He would devour you, he thinks. Worship your body as the most faithful believer at the altar. Get on his knees and pray for the tips of your fingers barely touching you. You are a sight to behold. From his position at the door, he can only see part of your face, as glowing as the most beautiful of jewels. 

You still haven’t heard him, and so he slowly approaches you and puts his arms around you, his nose on the back of your neck as he inhales; and now you can feel him, his body glued to your back, and you would recognise his shape everywhere. It’s the shape you sleep beside at night, the shape you constantly think about when he is not there.

You would usually be happy to see him. But you’re sweaty, and you probably look ridiculous in this skirt, the one you keep at the back of your closet like a dirty little secret, the one you only get out for these moments alone, these moments when you try and mostly fail to learn how to dance to the rhythm of Spanish music.  

His hands reach up, taking off your headphones, the ones he gave you and he smiles. He detaches his body from yours, putting down the headphones and turning them off, using the remote to link the music now coming from the TV to the speaker in the room. You still haven’t turned around, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. You can’t believe you forgot he had a shorter training session today. 

And now the love of your life has seen you move around in front of the TV, probably looking like a headless chicken, not knowing what to do with your limbs and now he’s going to understand that your body could never compare to the ones he sees everyday, those girls you only get to see through your screen as you get more and more inside your own head.

“Hola cariño, would you please look at me?” You shake your head. There is no way for you to turn around and see the disgust in his eyes when he watches your face, shiny with sweat, hair in disarray. 

He gets in front of you and puts his hands on your hips. “Querida, please open your eyes.” 

You can’t deny him. You’ve never been good at that. Your default setting is probably to try and listen to him. And so you open your eyes, bracing yourself. He’s looking at you, dark eyes and pupil larges, as if to absorb the whole of you and imprint this view to the back of his retinas, to never forget what this sight is. You, glowing and doe eyes watching him in silence, wondering what he’s thinking about.

But the music coming from the speaker, slow at first but going crescendo, drowns your doubting thoughts and his hands on your hips trace the shape of your body, up to your arms and down to your hands. He tugs at you.

“Come on cariño, let us dance to this music”, and you can’t help but follow his steps, mirrorring him, what you’ve learnt in the past months coming back to your body and limbs, if not your mind. 

And now you’ve stopped worrying, a grin at your lips and a spark in your eyes, and when he mimes falling at your feet, you laugh, the sound echoing around the room, amidst the music and the love you share for each other.

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Hope you liked it! don't hesitate to hmu if you have another request, you know my tumblr and i put the fandoms i write for in my master post :))

☽ Moon ☾

tag ask: @addictf1

[greghatecrimes]

it's 12:30 am and i'm procrastinating sleeping because i took my adhd meds late this morning so:

in my headcanons there are five main categories of ways Thirteen's life could pan out after "Everybody Dies":

1. "The Good Place(s)" -> House writes Thirteen a letter and clues her into the fact that he isn't actually dead because he knows how much his offer to kill her means to her. She receives the letter around the same time Foreman finds House's ID in his office (so not long after the funeral at all). She gets to rest assured that he's going to be there when the time comes, and then is able to spend the rest of her time traveling with Amy, having fun, seeing the world, and filling her life with as much joy as possible. When she starts to get more symptomatic, House makes his presence known and reminds her that he's going to keep his promise. He euthanizes her when she says she's ready. She and Amy have had a handful of happy years together, but did so much in that time that they both have enough memories together to last a lifetime<3

2. "In the Dirt" -> Basically what I have been/am writing in ITD. Thirteen spirals after the funeral because House is no longer there to euthanize her. She can't bear the thought of asking someone else to do that for her and so she starts to feel hopeless, realizing she'll decline the same way her mom did. She ghosts Amy and starts drinking and partying herself into oblivion and is passively suicidal. House finds her before she can do something stupid and is there for her. The rest will be in my fic. Check it out if you like, it's on ao3 <3 I don't want to spoil the rest of the details and plot in one single post (am always happy to chatter about plot/details/etc or answer questions though!), but I will say this: the ending is soft and as positive as possible. ❤️

3. Chase Route(s) -> As soon as Chase hears Thirteen's eulogy at House's funeral, he knows what he needs to do. He gets her alone and immediately promises her that he'll euthanize her when the time comes, that he's not asking her if she wants him to, he's telling her that he's gonna be there for her and do it in House's stead. And Thirteen can accept that (after a lot of emotions) because Chase knows what it's like to willingly and purposely end a life. He knows exactly what he's signing up for and what he'll have to live with after she's gone.

4. Foreman route(s) -> Very similar to the Chase route, only Foreman got to Thirteen first after the funeral instead of Chase, and offered to euthanize her in place of House. I genuinely think he cares enough about her to offer. We never got Foreteen closure after 7x01 and I'm forever kinda bitter about it. They were friends! They had a deep and meaningful relationship even after they broke up! Foreteen (platonic or romantic), they could never make me hate you.

5. "The Bad Place(s)" -> I really don't think about these ones. Ever. It just makes me too sad. This is where I file all of the hcs people post about House killing himself immediately after Wilson dies. You cannot convince me that he wouldn't at least ask Foreman to make sure Thirteen had someone who'd be there to euthanize her before he ended it like that. In canon, he cares about Thirteen too fucking much to abandon her like that. See: The Dig, Charity Case, Holding On, etc.

There's a bunch more possibilities I could've listed, but I feel like these are the *main* categories that most scenarios can roughly fit into (or be similar to). anyways. lmao you can see how much I think about most of these. I was playing deltarune chapter three earlier and I guess that's why I'm thinking about all of the alternate universes tonight, all of the dozens of ways timelines could play out. it's interesting to think about (and emotional, but who doesn't need some good feels and catharsis every now and then?)

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

name: mithi - not really, just family nickname

she/they - equal pref

16

desi

lesbian

questioning demi/grayromantic

11th grader in science stream

intj-t

dni: racists, misogynists, homophobes, transphobes, any bigots really

rules: don't be any of the above mentioned; don't be creepy; if u dm me don't just say 'hi' or 'hey', i won't respond (it's always the old men who do this??)

fun fact!: i was born exactly at 11:11 p.m.

libra sun, gemini moon, cancer rising (idrk what it all means tho)

mental: unstable, go through depressive phases, gritted-tooth optimist, generally a bit sad and numb and lonely

physical: brown skin, black hair, v dark brown eyes, 5'6/168cm, wear glasses, kinda a face reveal?

sideblogs :

studyblr: @academicgremlinhehe here to keep my procrastination in check

mental health/vent/ranting: @thyhonesteheorte here cuz i'm too scared to be especially depressing on main

ns/fw sideblog: @thy-wench-hath-gone here for idk exploring my sexuality somewhere else, not gonna be horny on main yk

feel free to check me out on :

blog - like an actual site, not this beauty chaos

ao3

that odd melancholy feeling - current ongoing marylily fic on ao3

pinterest - still in the middle of organizing so mind the chaos!

life goals :

become an academic weapon once again - summoning pre 9th grade me n making her better

multiple degrees?? yes pls to being disgustingly over-educated

work in research + part time writer

independence

travel the world

tagging system! :

#mithi's own - all original posts

#she communicates oh my! & #com com - answering asks, tag games, i switched to the 2nd tag cuz many ppl thought i was referring to them😭

#poetic lil mithi - original poetry

#artsy mithi - original art

#mithi's marauders - all posts relating to my marauders fanfiction

#wishful necromancy - posts relating to the marauders fandom hehe get it?

#hades kid yapping - posts abt da pjo fandom

#slightly less beloveds - posts about fandoms apart from the marauders

#on the record :) - lyric posting

#musings from thy truly - journal extracts, vents, stuff that should be in my journal but i was too lazy to write with my hand, shit posts, life updates, literally anything that has words and isn't poetry or fandom-related

#tis bout 'n' - about a friend i've known on n off since 1st grade

#tis bout 'a' - yapping about the girl i constantly yap with at school<3

#moody mithi - moodboards, web weaving, etc yk

#filmy mithi - posts featuring my own pics :)

#mithistudies - studyblr posts made until 10th october 2024 (later created my studyblr sideblog)

current read! : crime and punishment (fyodor dostoevsky), jane eyre (charlotte bronte)

current watch! : -

current obsessions! : telling myself 'suck it up bitch u've been lazy long enough', thinking thinking thinking every moment my entire being is not occupied with some other task

hobbies! : sketching, chess, photography, writing, recording vlogs, listening to music + analyzing lyrics, reading, watching movies & shows, piano, contortion & gymnastics

music! : gracie abrams, lorde, olivia rodrigo, chappell roan, cavetown, clairo, hozier, ethel cain, phoebe bridgers, paris paloma, mckenna grace, billie eilish, conan gray, chloe ament, mitski, tv girl, beach bunny, girl in red, adrianne lenker, lana del rey, wallows, alex g, florence + the machine, boygenius, chloe moriondo and many many more!!

lit! : solitaire, heartstopper, pjo, hoo, toa, soc, p&p, wuthering heights, jane eyre, great gatsby, sherlock holmes, agggtm, ouabh, and many many more!!

shows! : heartstopper, atypical, lotr: rings of power, pjo, young royals, dickinson, sherlock, s&b, and many many more!!

movies! : lady bird, p&p (2005), the perks of being a wallflower, dating amber, little women (2019), lotr & hobbit trilogies, thg triology + tbosas, dead poets society, and many many more!!

last updated: 11th february 2025

[nivasichakano]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @patheticfangirl! Procrastination on a Monday? Don't mind if I do. 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 18 — 16 for BG3 and 2 for Arcane (sorry Jayvik one day I'll come back to you 😭) 2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

433,097 (never finished writing a thing in my life before I discovered Astarion, thanks darling).

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hustle - What I want to write: angsty romantasy. What I actually write: Bloodweave YouTubers. I love these boys. WeaveStitch 4eva <3

Hiraeth - My First Fanfiction, an isekai about a BG3 gamer who finds herself dragged into Faerun. I didn't know how to use AO3 then, I tagged my OC, Astarion, and Gale in a threesome by accident, and Gale and Astarion are super horny for each other throughout because I didn't yet know it was my life's calling to write Bloodweave. But I'm proud of the ending and people still seem to like it.

What Friends Are For - Also known as, Nivasi discovers Bloodweave. This fic has my favorite chapters of anything I've written ever (chapters 11-13).

Driven - Meepbois 😭 I miss them so they're getting a one-year anniversary epilogue this year.

Snakes & Ladders - A silly one-shot enabled by the Bloodweave Brainrot Discord. No tadpole AU in which Astarion is sent by Cazador to steal from Gale.

4. What fandoms do you write for?

BG3 and Arcane. On a knife's edge about Invisible Boys and IWTV.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. I'd like to pretend that I 'write for myself' but you know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you(r comments).

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Familiar is probably the angstiest thing I've written ('What if Gale's dad was one of Astarion's victims?'). Otherwise, Hiraeth has a very bittersweet ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally everything else.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Someone once compared Hiraeth to Twilight, which I consider to be hateful.

9. Do you write smut?

I mean... I try 😅 Not well?

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but I'm open to it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I think it'd be fun. HMU.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bloodweave. I can't believe I'm still here over a year later. Just love 'em.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

*cries in Eurovision fic shame* I do actually really want to finish After the End, my Jayvik longfic too, since it's all plotted out. But I realised I can't work on more than one thing at once and Hellfire Club Bloodweave AU is dragging me into the hells at the moment.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I genuinely don't know how to answer this. Uhh, the ability to make absolutely everything a romcom?

Actually, I just came back to this one because I remembered that I can write the shit out of a first chapter. Give me any prompt and that first chapter will be with you in under an hour.

It's just finishing them that's the problem.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Making everything a romcom, if you hate romcoms, I guess. Other than that, oh, so many things: procrastination, repetition, cliches, getting distracted by shiny new ideas, autistic Gale + bbgirl Astarion

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I did it in Driven, because Astarion speaks French, and it taught me how not good Google Translate is. I ended up getting help from the lovely French Quarter of BWBR in the end, and would always go straight to this option in the future.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

BG3! This has been my first experience of fandom and my first time writing fics. I like it. You're all onto something here.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I think it's got to be Driven. It's not as popular as Hustle, but I received the most surprising amount of love for this story. To the extent that it was actually emotional when it came to an end? Which I really wasn't expecting when I plonked a wizard and a vampire into F1 cars. Thanks meeple <3

* Riddle me this @badmarilynart @hylianworrier

[nebrasska-alasska]

HI UH HI (i have no plan for what im gonna say but im here now so uh WHATEVER) uh one I ADORE your stuff i found party hats first, then i found secrets then tethered- and like honestly they’re all liek peak. Like you dont understand if i had more drawing ability I would draw every scene ever, you have DESTROYED ME I NEED ANSWERES. I NEED ENDINGS.

ANYWAUS uhhh question. something i really struggle with is motivation and ideas. Do you have any tips to get ideas and get that motivation- because i need to write something that’s not a lazy 500 words- bottom line tips on ideas and motivation. Please- and and thank You thanks

HELLO THERE thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you enjoy all of my stories!!! :D AND THE ANSWERS AND ENDINGS SHALL COME SOON ENOUGH I PROMISE YOU <3

Oh gosh, ideas huh??? I feel like that's usually the most challenging part of the whole process! My fic ideas either come from looking for inspo in my daily life, or coming up with a super dramatic moment/twist and then centering the rest of the plot around making that moment happen. I don't know if that's helpful at all, sorry!!! haha

As for motivation, I am a major procrastinator, so the only way I get chapters out is if I give myself a very strict deadline. I tend to keep my target release dates somewhat ambiguous when announcing them in author notes and stuff, because sometimes life gets in the way and I don't want to disappoint people, but yeah if it weren't for deadlines I would literally never publish anything HAHA YOU GOT THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU

[cerberus-new-owner]

the marshmallow (that's probably gone stale by now)

the thing I've been procrastinating editing for the past idk 3 months??? the thing I may or may not have been over hyping considering this is all written and edited when was tired asf the thing I restarted like eight times the other seven edits and restarts that shall never see the light of day the thing that made me hesitant to talk about the game with my parents cause neither of them know I write fanfiction and both of them know what fanfiction is but only know if for the weirdly sexual side of fanfiction and I tend to blab about what I'm currently doing/working on to my parents

There is mentions of alcohol but this is Lucifer what do you expect he drinks demonus and surely a human dealing with the same carp needs their own drink (there are no underage drinkers in this fic, unless someones mc is like idk 8 but imo that's kinda weird but you do you cause I write my fics to not mention ages as best I can cause I don't want to have to deal with that crap and maths unless someone else has figured out how demons and angels age but idk what age you guys are/what age you've made your mc's someones mc could be like 80 or smth, oooooooo new idea) but yea if you aren't comfortable with alcohol then just don't read it I guess, also its probably pretty bad cause idk a lot about alcohol (no one in my family drinks and if they do its alcohol free/they have a really high tolerance) uhhhhhhhh it also gets a tiny bit suggestive at one point but I navigated it like I navigate life one big joke/hj

It had been a long day for the both of them between, Mammon's schemes having increased ten fold, Leviathan refusing to attend RAD again for the 4th week in a row, Satan and Belphie's constant pranks, Beel getting banned from several more food establishments and Asmodeus disappearing on another week long shopping spree, it all began to stack up taking a toll on Mc and Lucifer. After a long day of cleaning up the brothers messes, they found themselves in Lucifer's office drinking demonus and a rare bottle of human realm wine instead of doing the paper work required to fix the issues. 

Lucifer groaned at the headache that was bound to follow with a drunk Mc on his hands, but he didn't stop them, instead he just observed them quietly as they rambled to him about nothing and everything that came to mind. zoning in and out of listening to them until he blinked, and suddenly they were on top of him, staring into his red eyes with their own (insert colour) eyes the light from the fire dancing in them, it distracted Lucifer for a second before he realised he was staring, flustered his wings puffed up watching as Mc leaned in closer kissed him on the cheek and returned to their place beside him wine glass still in hand as they took a sip watching the fireplace like nothing happened. 

"Mc... what was that?" Lucifer asked once he found his words again, he was still blushing as he looked down at them sitting beside him.

"what was what? Oh, did you miss the last of what I was saying about the new flowers barbatos planted in the RAD courtyard, they're really pretty and like vanil-" they rambled again before Lucifer interrupted.

"no, why did you kiss me?" 

"huh?" 

"you kissed my cheek just before did you not." He replied, more of a statement than a question as he gently took the wine glass from Mc, setting it onto the coffee table next to his own glass and the two bottles now half empty bottles. 

"maybe..." They mumbled leaning against him with a small cheeky smile.

"If you're unable to recall such a recent event perhaps we should put an end to this evening's drinking." He offered leaving no room for argument as he guided them to stand keeping a hand around their waist to hold them steady. 

"wait, wait, i did, i kissed you." Mc answered quickly backtracking on what they had said in favour of seeing more of this newly discovered side of Lucifer.

"if you say so dear, but it may be best that we stop drinking tonight anyways," he stated his voice calm like nothing happened "too much alcohol can harm your fragile human body, even if I'm not quite sure just how much it takes, i dare say half a bottle in one night is more than enough for regrets in the morning."

Mc sighed still leaning against him now giving him a pitiful look silently asking for one more glass despite knowing there was no chance they'd win the already lost battle.

They straightend up realising their silent pleas for attention or more wine were being ignored, moving their face closer to his deciding experimenting with just how flustered they could make him was of course the next best thing to do, watching how his face flushed red as they got closer.

"aww Luci, you're blushing~" Mc cooed kissing his cheek smiling at the slight fluttering of Lucifer's wings watching as a few small feathers that were lose freed themselves and landed on the floor around them. It was rare to get him this flustered and even rarer so for him to not counter their teasing remarks with his own. 

"you just got lucky. catching me off guard," he countered looking at them from the corner of his eye. "besides you and I both know I can make you redder my dear."

Mc stayed quiet, unable to think of something to reply with as the last glass of wine hit them at the same time Lucifer's words did making them go several shades of red.

"what? not even going to deny it dear?" he asked smug as he turned to look at just how flustered he had made them. 

"I believe my point has been made, as my victory prize I guess I'll just claim what's mine." he moved to kiss them soft and tender at first deepening the kiss slightly before pulling away. 

"goodnight my dear, I'll be in bed if you need me, feel free to join if you wish." He said smiling at just how red they were now as he walked off to his room. he knew they'd be annoyed with how quickly he left after pulling that stunt, but he also knew it was getting late and this was his best option to get them to bed and not disturb his brothers.

He knew his plan worked as soon as he had started to change his clothes hearing the sound of Mc's footsteps entering his room he smiled proud of himself for such an effective plan looking over at them as he changed noticing how they were still flustered. 

"coming to bed Mc?" he asked moving to lay down "whether you are or not anyways turn the light off for me." he shifted getting comfortable in his bed as the light was turned off and a now very visibly tired Mc had crawled into bed next to him.

"asshole" they muttered softly moving under the covers clumsily before Lucifer took over tucking them in resting his arm over them in a strange half hug as he pulled them closer. 

"if I was an asshole I would've kicked you out of my room by now" he murmured in response "now sleep dear, or you wont just be dealing with a hangover tomorrow." he left no room for argument as he gently kissed their forehead pulling them closer.

Thank you for reading me going insane for idk how long of a read this is 2 maybe 3 minutes if the ending seems kind of rushed and lazy that's cause I'm really tired right now and a tiny bit loopy

have a good day/night/crayon/tea/cup of tea/hbdlucifer/ikitslatebutidc/jkilyluci/sky

Quick reader grab onto the link and see my masterlist of random carp

also small side note apparently I had this stuffed in my drafts, I think it might've been what sparked this fic but heyyyyy maybe i'll do this one next cause I do kind of prefer my rambles/hc they're easier to write than actual fics

"you dirty dirty little grub" sounds like something one of my irl friends has said to me before lmao

also wtf was I on, "if not every day every two days" he's finding a way to get clean after a long day he takes pride in being clean

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

20 Questions (for fanfic writers)

Thank you for the tags, @cindle-writes and @izharmilgram! I'm procrastinating on other responsibilities, so let's have some fun~

Tagging @i-dream-of-libraries, @chaos-bear, @floatingdandelionseeds, @pitzer, @riverxsong-ao3, @tommarvoloriddlesdiary, @thefangirlibrarian, @hikarimeroperiddle and @blackseatwenty (no pressure, only if you want to! ♡♡♡) and anyone else who wants to talk about their fics -- consider this your tag! ♡

how many works do you have on ao3? 47

what's your total ao3 word count? 226,795

what fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter, Yuri!!! On Ice

top five fics by kudos: A long, hard road; Gone bananas; thrown into the nest; refuge from the miseries of life; unfailingly ingenious at having a good time (surprised the cat!Harry fics are so high tbh) Edit: I can't read... (:‚‹」∠) Top five fics by kudos are as follows: Gone bananas; A long, hard road; thrown into the nest; refuge from the miseries of life; and Coriander (not a big change, but it does explain why the cat!Harry sequel was so high...)

do you respond to comments? uhh... occasionally. Social anxiety kicks my ass and so I put my energy into writing fic instead. I love every single comment I get and reread them any time I need a pick-me-up, but I am a bad author who doesn't reply...

what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending? hmm... probably pyrrhic victory, but Capsized is also a contender

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? considering I write mostly fluff and crack, this is a surprisingly difficult question to answer... I'm gonna go with either if you like it, then... or thrown into the nest. Or maybe don't blame the stork? (Some lovely reader out there is shouting at their screen, "Flaky, you goof, it's obviously ____!!" and they're correct.)

do you get hate on fics? Nope, not really! Some readers express that they wish I'd done certain things differently, and a couple have said I ended a fic badly, but I don't think I've received anything I'd consider hateful.

do you write smut? uhhhh... sometimes. When it's the best way to tell the story I have in my head, then I'll write smut. But it's still a bit uncomfortable to do. I'd like to think I'm getting better at it?

craziest crossover? I'm not sure I've actually written anything that could really be considered a crossover, but A real voyage of discovery is kind of a mash-up of Harry Potter characters in a Star Trek-y world? And it has alien!mort, and I think he's nifty.

have you ever had a fic stolen? A couple of my fics have appeared on Wattpad without my permission, but other than that, no.

have you ever had a fic translated? Yep, a few! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet -- I don't really know how it'd work, and I'm afraid to try (¬_¬") Intensely private about my writing before it's ready to post unless you're Jenny. But! I'm counting the Telephone and the Corpse (coming soon) because they're collaborative (in a way) and have been such a major part of my fandom experience!

all-time favorite ship? tomarrymort~ (honourable mentions to sefikura, madohomu, and viktuuri)

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Fingers crossed I'm not breaking anyone's heart with this, but probably Let's Talk About Sex, Baby. I have some more written for it, but it's been a while since I've returned to it and other projects interest me more. I have every intention of finishing my WIPs, but... there are only so many hours in a day and my energy is, sadly, finite (´•︵•`)

what are your writing strengths? whimsical finger guns! Poignant fluff? Emotions. silliness, and dialogue, probably.

what are your writing weaknesses? Worldbuilding, continuous narratives (as opposed to short scenes without much context), plot-heavy narratives, description, writing the main characters in true opposition to each other, fleshing ideas out rather than keeping it (overly) brief... I'm sure I'll think of a bunch of other things as soon as I post this.

thoughts on dialogue in another language? I'd like to! I speak French reasonably well, and I'm lucky enough to have some fandom friends who speak other languages, so I'm sure I could beg their assistance.

favorite fic you've written? Hhhhhhh, why must I choose? I'll go with naïve melody, because it still gives me the warm fuzzies. I'm just so proud of the tone, and I really like how that Voldemort comes across.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @thisusernameisunavailable01! Thisusernameisunavailable has 85 fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and 69 of them are in the Steddie tag!

@dame-zoom-a-lot recommends the following works by @thisusernameisunavailable01:

blue skies over suburbia

friday night bible study

be kind & rewind (the only prison I see here is time

dumb, delusional, and maybe a little desperate

it came from beneath Hawkins Lab

"I have yet to read a scene in their fics that didn't end up sticking with me in some way. If you look at their catalog, you'll see so many different kinks, so many AUs, so many degrees of angst. And they're all incredible.

"They don't only write taboo / dead dove subjects. But when they do, they're so good at showing both the appeal of dead dove fantasies, and what the consequences would look and feel like in real life. I have a lot of squeaks, but I'll always at least give my squeak a try if they wrote about it. It's like watching a masterfully crafted train wreck-- beautiful, bleak, and something I just can't look away from." -- @dame-zoom-a-lot

Below the cut, @thisusernameisunavailable01 answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I have been a fan of Stranger Things since season one. Steve has always been my favorite character, but he never had a ship that stuck with me quite like Steddie. Once I started writing, I couldn't really stop and it brought me back to Fandom culture, which makes it even more enjoyable to create. 

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I actually don't think I have favorite. I will read almost anything if it's Steddie. I guess I can be a sucker for fix its, and I do like when there are sci-fi/upside down elements to a story too. I like a little of everything. 

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Oh, I have a lot. Strangers or even Enemies to Lovers is probably my favorite. I also enjoy writing Eddie how I really see him-, charming, in his own way, but a little socially inept and awkward around Steve. Also, liking steddie has enabled me to explore so many crossovers and that has been fun too.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I have so many. The first steddie fic I ever read, I still love is & it's- that's one romantic poltergeist by appledagger. My newest favorite is from this year's bb- It's Only Forever by Hbyrde.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I'm writing omegaverse for the first time, if that counts. It's fun so far 💖

What is your writing process like?

Honestly, I have ADHD. My process is usually…get an idea, write obsessively about the idea until it's done, or procrastinate for several months until I'm finished with it. Sometimes projects die off and never see the light of day ever again (unfortunate)

Do you have any writing quirks?

I write complete first drafts using only my phone.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

My schedule is more like…post three chapters back to back…sit on the rest for 8 months (apologies)

Which fic are you most proud of?

The benefit of not wanting to run away this time. It's older steddie and I put way too many pieces of myself into it, but it is definitely still my favorite project.

How did you get the idea for it came from beneath Hawkins Lab?

I love old sci-fi and horror movies. I also always wanted to write Eddie coming back as a monster. The trope was something I had loved since I first started reading steddie fics, but every time I started one it never came out right. So while I was watching a movie one day I ended up writing the whole opening scene to the fic and in my head, I imagined it in the style of an old horror movie, in black and white. Then it was my entry into the big bang that year, which made me actually finish it.

When writing it came from beneath Hawkins Lab, what was something you didn’t expect?

The fact that at first I had written Eddie as Kas or at least as a vampire. That changed during the writing process and he ended up being more like a Frankenstein esque monster.

What inspired dumb, delusional, and maybe a little desperate?

My insatiable love for Steve Harrington…I feel like most of my PwPs could be derived from that very same reason.

What was your favorite part to write from be kind & rewind (the only prison I see here is time)?

Exes To lovers never gets enough hype and I also got to write a little platonic Eddie and Chrissy, which I adore. I guess I just liked making the boys fall back in love again.

How do/did you feel writing friday night bible study?

Haha…it was a sequel to my kinktober/PriestSteve fic and honestly, I feel like we all need more Priest Steve.

What was the most difficult part of writing blue skies over suburbia?

Setting up the scenes. It's told from Steve's POV but he is an unreliable narrator. You are never really sure if what he's describing is accurate, but you start to believe it too because of Eddie's not so sweet characterization. At the end, even I was asking what just happened.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Anything under the tag crack treated seriously…also writing Eddie's inner thoughts gives me pure joy. I also loved the AIM chatspeak scenes I wrote for this year's bb fic. 

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Sure! for anyone who enjoys #metaldeputy (Eddie Munson × Gator Tillman crossover) I'm currently posting soothe, which is a 4 part omegaverse piece. I'm also working on finishing the sleaze series & hope to post another #metaldeputy series around Christmas time. For good ol steddie, I already have a very classic, sharing the bed trope fic planned for the holidays. 

Thank you to our author, @thisusernameisunavailable01, and our nominator, @dame-zoom-a-lot! See more of Thisusernameisunavailable's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[magixfairyix]

For the ask game for fanfic writers!!

(I'm sorry that it's quite a lot, you don't have to answer all of them if you don't feel like it)

5 (Spotify, Soundcloud and YT don't quite work here, so could you please give me a just few artists and/or song titles?), 7, 10, 20, 31, 32, 37, 41, 42, 44, 47, 51, 81

Gurl don't apologize I love rambling-

5. Have you ever made a playlist for something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate?

Always. A playlist I used to procrastinate a lot is the Nyx's (Iorda, Pyris, Nith, Lucina) Concerts playlist. I've mentally created scenes for it and a backstory for Iorda and Darcy, so whenever I'm on the bus or I need to tap out a bit from overthinking with writing or live, I listen to it and just mentally play out the scenes.

All the songs are what the Nyx (Iorda singing) would be performing.

Some songs: KILL ALL PREDATORS (ZAND), I Spit On Your Grave (ZAND), ROACHES (Luluyam), Bad Trip (Fae), Hell Yeah! (tiLLie), and a lot more songs by ZAND and Luluyam!

7. Tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote?

Okay the first fanfic I wrote was actually Pokemon! I can't vividly remember it, but I remember that the main character/self-insert had a Pumpkaboo that Team Rocket wanted for some reason. Even back then, my character HAD to have beef with the main villains.

The second Pokémon fic I wrote had a decent backstory. It took place in the Alola region, and my character used to be a part of Team Skull before she dipped out. And she was in hiding because she had a team full of Eevees (whom she saved from different scenarios) that Team Skull wanted to steal.

10. At what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy/hard is it for you?

I will not write a fic unless I have come up with a title. It usually takes a minute or two, and I rarely go back to change it. SSS was always SSS, and the same goes for my other fics.

20. What is your favourite trope to write?

Hurt/comfort. I need them to cry, and then I need them to trauma-dump. And to be comforted like, 'that's horrible, I will kill them.'

31. Tell us about one of your character who's an absolute joy to write?

I love writing Stormy, truly. Icy is hard to write. But Stormy, I can just write chaos, quips, and her just vibing. I also want to write by oc Nith sometime (party girl, protective of friends, and very out of pocket) because she's such a sweetie.

32. Do characters influence your writing style?

Yes, and sometimes I hate it. Iorda obv overthinks and has a lot in her head, so when I write her paragraphs get longer. Which sometimes leads to rambling, which, GIRL. Stormy jumps from topic to topic so then my writing in her POV does too. Darcy just flows, which is refreshing.

Icy beats my writing style with a stick because I haven't quite gotten into her head yet. Key word YET.

37. When creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

Usually, appearance, but that changes a lot over time. One day I was trying to draw Nith and her design was pissing me off for some reason, and then randomly I made her African American and then I was like: Ohhh yeah you didn't look good white ngl (said as a basis white bitch). Also Pyris. She also used to be white.

Iorda's appearance had stayed the same over time (since well she's based on me), and her backstory has stayed the same. But it's just gotten more depth over time.

41. What is the weirdest story idea you've ever had?

Low-key, I think the Iarcy MerMay AU WIP, because I plotted the rest of it in my head last night while half-asleep, and there's definitely going to be some eating of fresh at the end.

Never written that before, but HEY why not?

42. Describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words?

Snow, Shadow, and Storm: Laughter, tears, bonding, screaming, bleeding.

44. Any writing advice you want to share?

JUST KEEP WRITING. I look back at my old writing and I'm like, "Girl what the hell?" ALSO ONE THING I JUST FOUND OUT, read your ff as if you're reading someone else's work (TRULY act like that) and at least with me I find I'm less critical of it.

47. What story are you most proud of?

Snow, Shadow, and Storm. A Heart of Two does better (which I expected because it has gay shit, and blicy) but SSS has been through sweat and tears and a LOT of mental health shit.

51. Share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven't published yet?

Ink Exchange AU: Basically a crossover with the book Ink Exchange (Melissa Marr) and Iarcy, because I can.

~Iorda's life had never been easy, and more than anything, she yearns for an escape. She knows what she wants, something to change her life and reclaim herself, a tattoo. But more than anything she has the ability to see Fey.

Since she was a child she's been a friend of the Dark Court, but soon she will be trapped in the world of Fey when the new Queen of the Dark Court decides that Iorda would be ideal for the Ink Exchange to allow the Dark Court to feed through her on the emotions of mortals.~

(And yes Darcy is the Queen of the Dark Court. Its toxic. And we love it. I've read Ink Exchange enough times that I can just -insert name here- with Winx)

81. If you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

Don't name that flower Leukemia (thought I made up that word)

Be ferral and write what you want

Be hard on yourself and I'll hit you with a stick

[lunar-inkclipse]

Hiiiii :> You said a while back you were gonna try to get the fourth SoM chapter up by June. You also said that we should yell at you if you didn’t.

It’s July.

…

Is this chapter ever coming out should we just assume the fic’s dead what’s the hold-up how much has even been written is there going to be an even longer gap between 3 and 4 does everyone have to stop asking questions so you stop getting distracted when’s the chapter coming out why did you say it would be out by June if—

*Lily is mercifully tranquilized before she can continue*

Hi!! Yep, it's July, no one is more disappointed than me 😅 But hey, might as well give an update!

The TL;DR is basically I've been dealing with a bit of burnout and it's been hard to get anything done, even for fun. But I'm taking a bit more time for myself and planning out a better schedule to take a bit better care of myself, and I really want to get all of my WIPs done and out of the way before my fall semester. So I promise you, SoM 4 is not dead and will exist!! (More in depth answers under the cut)

What's the hold up? To get slightly real on main here, honestly, I've just been a bit burnt out. I know it sounds a little cliche/like a cop out hahaha. I went straight from heavy spring classes into summer classes without giving myself any sort of break time, and I'm starting to feel the effects of these decisions. It's not just the SoM fic, it's been almost every wip I've had working on: The swap AU timeline, the Irratino and Axolotl fic I mentioned a bit ago, SoM 4, the Vampire AU 2 fic, a whole bunch of other drawings I've just been unable to finish, you get the idea. I get a new idea, thinking it'll help me get back into the swing of things, but it just sorta ends up on the pile of WIPs.

Though, I am figuring out how to better organize my schedule to allow for more free time, as well as just trying to get a bit more disciplined in getting this chapter out, rather than procrastinating. I really appreciate your patience in putting up with these waits, and I'm sorry to keep you waiting!

Alongside that, just plot wise, this chapter has been fighting me. Another seemingly cop-out explanation, I know, but it really has been. This chapter has hands but at least I do, too, and will get it done!

Is the chapter ever coming out? Should we assume the fic is dead? Yes, the chapter will come out and no, the fic is not dead! I don't feel right leaving an unfinished work, so I will be getting it done, that I promise.

How much has even been written? 730 words! Is it a lot? No, I'll admit that. But there are words! I haven't forgotten it!

Is there going to be a longer gap between 3 and 4? In terms of storyline? Nope, still a one year gap. Chapter 3 took place in the senior year section, and chapter 4 will take place during Case 50. In terms of publishing? I'll try keep it under three months this time!

Does everyone have to stop asking questions so you stop getting distracted? No need! I do really like questions, and they're fun writing exercises for world building for all my AUs, and I truly enjoy collaborating with y'all ^_^

When’s the chapter coming out? Let's push the deadline to the end of July at the latest. Though, I'll probably just dedicate a day or two to solely work on SoM 4 this week/weekend. I do really want to get it out!

Why did you say it would be out by June (if its not out)? Honestly, I just didn't realize how tired my workload was going to make me. Once again, to get kinda real on main here, I'm usually pretty disciplined and really on top of deadlines. But I just didn't realize how work was wearing on me until pretty recently, to be entirely honest. It's been a slow creep of lacking more and more motivation for schoolwork and personal projects. But like I've said, I'm working on getting back on top of things, and even just admitting I've been working myself a little too hard has been helpful.

Hopefully these explanations make sense and are somewhat satisfying, at least. I wish I could say I got hit with the Ao3 authors curse and got wrecked by a bus or something as a cooler justification, but I've just been really tired. Even for fun things. Even for something as simple as making shitposts. I'm really sorry to have disappointed in not meeting this deadline, and really do appreciate the patience <3

[someonespinkpony]

hi i write a crash course in humanity and i saw a questions to ask of characters post on my instagram this morning and have decided that while i'm procrastinating writing the second half of ch24 i'd take a stab at answering them for both regina and janis to the best of my ability without spoiling any future plans. (maybe i'll do more like this if anyone cares lol)

original post is by the.plottery on instagram

what's something they'd steal, not for survival but just to have it? regina: janis' clothing (i don't know if this counts but there aren't any rules so!) janis: really fucking fancy colored pencils. she never was able to justify them and finally got a set for her high school graduation and she would 100% steal them

what smell immediately makes them feel like a kid again? regina: fireplaces and burnt marshmallows. her grandma used to light hers throughout the fall/winter and early spring and regina and janis would make s'mores (touched on in the coming chapter lol) janis: the ocean. janis only lived in evanston for ~7 years (like 7 y/o to 14 y/o), so the ocean reminds her of being really little and was where the went back to after regina outed her, so she finds a lot of comfort in it

what's the last thing they googled in an incognito window? regina: literally anything about being gay. how someone knows, if it's normal/okay, why she's gay when no one else in her family is, literally anything janis: questions that she thinks are stupid. like what does boiling look like. is it okay if you swallow a little bit of aluminum. how much redbull would it take to kill someone.

what's the first thing they notice when they look in the mirror? regina: eye bags eye bags eye bags. her mother always bothered her about them and it's something that she notices very quickly janis: her hair. she's never too sure of what to do with it and really wants to dye it but her mom scared her out of bleaching her hair. she'll do it someday though

what would they write in a text but never send? regina: i don't think that regina would ever text something so vulnerable. her vulnerabilities are for one, morning confessions that throw janis off, and two, that point when everything finally breaks (regina george to a therapist WHEN). anyway regina thinks that texting is for simple things, not big conversations <3 janis: janis has definitely written texts where she's super pissed at people and then deleted it. there are also times where she hasn't but like she's fully written out rants and then glanced at a sentence and realized that she needs to calm down lol

what do they do with their hands when they're trying not to cry? regina: uhhh chapter 23? lmao "Her hands grip on to the edge of the bed, fingers smoothing and crumpling the fabric over and over again as she listens to her own breathing and the sounds of Mario Kart in the common room." yup! janis: (i don't remember if janis has cried in this fic... pls hold) (i don't think she has? correct me if i'm wrong) janis fucking hates crying. she rarely cries, but it starts in her face and she clenches the shit out of her jaw when she feels it coming. hmm maybe janis should cry soon-

what are they irrationally territorial about? regina: her notebooks. most people are like ??? what the fuck and ask to see her notes because she takes good notes but she refuses because she draws in every single notebook she owns and she wants that to stay just for herself (janis knows bc ofc she does) janis: her jewelry. she never lets anyone borrow her jewelry and she's very particular about making sure it ends up in the right places at the end of the night. lots of sentimental value + it's the one thing janis prides herself on never losing

what kind of videos would totally wreck them at 2am? regina: if she's having A Night and anything about being gay shows up on her tiktok, she will be a fucking mess. she's getting better about it though, and where we're at currently in the fic it's probably just coming out videos that get her. janis: any sad edits to her favorite characters. pretty self explanatory lmao

what's the pettiest thing they've ever done and do they regret it? regina: STOLE JANIS' SHIRT. where we're at right now - november 13th, specifically - regina still has that fucking shirt. she has absolutely no regrets right now but she is keeping that fucking shirt until the Plot calls for other things :) janis: the morning after they first hooked up, janis told regina "i could’ve just left you half-naked but i was nice enough to give you two orgasms and a shirt and now u won’t fucking give it back" and regina responded "i only remember one orgasm" and i'm here to tell you that regina was right but janis fully lied to her in the moment because she was pissed about the shirt <3 she doesn't really have any regrets lmao

if someone walked into their bedroom unannounced, what's the one thing they'd try to hide? regina: regina keeps a pretty tight ship in terms of her physical stuff and what would out her, but as i mentioned above she'd close any open notebook janis: this girl has no fucks to give. janis wears herself on her sleeve and she's not scared to show off her interests and hobbies. if she's trying to hide anything, her door will be Locked i can promise u that

what outfit would they wear if they knew they wouldn't be judged? (i am not good at fashion i live in hoodies and my work clothes and pjs pls be nice) regina: this is something that she'd figure out post-fic. if anything, she dresses down a bit more often and looks more like a college student than all done up and shit. she still takes pride in her appearance though and is very femme and i don't think that'd change because of her audience janis: again this girl has so few fucks to give. if something looks cool to HER, she'll wear it or style it or whatever she has to do. she likes unique little accents and when she's able to she likes to dress comfy. regina's addressed it a million times already lol

what's a sound that makes them feel safe, but they'd never admit it? regina: fireplaces. crackling and popping sounds make her feel safe and remind her of her grandma's house. she didn't hear it in her parents' house because they had one of those glass fireplaces that's barely real but her grandma's was a real functioning fireplace and she could hear everything. (she wants one in her home someday) janis: this is a very like. post-ch24 one. but regina's breathing. she typically falls asleep after regina, so she'll listen to regina breathing before falling asleep and the sound of it calms her down. that and in the rare occasion they hug, regina's heartbeat.

what object in their home do they treat like a person? regina: literally nothing. she rarely speaks to herself out loud if ever, and the most speaking she would do at home was talking to kylie and explaining everything she could to her. janis: (AND ON THE OTHER HAND) janis talks to literally everything. mutters to herself when she's playing soccer. curses out the light switches when her fingers miss them. asks her computer why it's not working. mumbles responses to her professors that are Not appropriate. yapping is her lifeline even if it's not coherent.

and.... that's it. hehe. this is such a long post but i love these two and they're so much fun to play with and i don't know much but i do know that chapter 32 (at this moment) will be the end of their fall semester. and then we have the spring semester ! and my other fics. and probably some side quests.

anyway please yap at me / with me / whatever, i like talking about them and i want to use this site for shitposting lmao (maybe drabbles... jury's still out on that one)

until next time <3

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tagged by beloved mutual and buddy @allthecastlesonclouds (like, days ago but I procrastinate like a motherfucker)

Total number of Ao3 works: 19

Total Ao3 word count: 247,096

Fandoms I've written for: Dimension 20, CBS Survivor, and Vampire: The Requiem

Top 5 fics by Kudos:

An Awkward Aftermath

Now You're Speaking My Language

Meet (and Beat) the Parents

Another Weight Off My Shoulders

(Tie) He's My Little Guy and Sundaes on Saturday

Do I respond to comments?: Yes!.... Eventually! Anymore I try to only respond to comments on either finished works or on chapters that aren't the most recent of an on-going WIP *until* the next chapter is just about done. That way it feels like I can reward myself for almost getting a fic updated by interacting with the nice people who commented on my last bit o' the fic! (It's a nonsensical explanation, but it's legit.)

What has the most angst-ridden ending?: Fire Seed and Fire Feed, and it's not close at fucking all. I'm working on sequels to this fic as we speak, but I'm holding off until it reaches 100 hits at least. This one might be my personal favorite one-shot fic I've written (so far) and it's mostly because I like writing body horror mixed with angst and loss. It's a lot of fun, and something I hope to get more skilled at going forward.

What has the happiest ending?: Oooo, a lil tougher. Honestly, probably some weird three way tie between What a (Blood)Rush, Another Weight Off My Shoulders, and "I Hate You." "Whatever.". I love writing fluff fics (should really do that more often), and especially with the latter two I lovelovelove writing cute lil romance fluff. Even if it's toxic yuri in the third one's case.

Have I received hate?: Pfft, no. Look at me. Look at how lovable I am. I'm never gonna get hate. (Yes this is me trying to jinx myself, I'd love to get hate mail, it seems so fun!)

Do I write smut? And if so, what kind?: Well... none yet. But hopefully... soonish. And as for what kind it will be... toxic yuri. I love toxic yuri so fucking much.

Do I write crossovers?: Are we counting putting Fig into Neverafter? Cuz if not, hell no. I barely am competent at writing one fandom, you want me to take two? Mash them together? Create weird little cat/dog hybrid when I can barely be left alone with regular cat? No. Awful. Terrible. (Maybe one day.)

Have I ever had a fic stolen?: Has someone ever reached into my trashcan and plucked something out and claimed it as their own? I should fucking hope not. Who knows what's in that trashcan!

Have I ever had a fic translated?: Is it not enough that I bedevil the English reading community with my poor prose and worse words, dare we spread such suffering to others? No.

Have I ever co-written a fic?: I mean... techincally kinda sorta... not really. I've written shit based on folks' work who've then written shit based on my work. S'close but, y'know, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

A WIP I'll never finish: Oh you only want one?? Oh gee golly willikers, which one to choose. I suppose Because I Loathe You, due to me deciding to scrap the planned sequel for it, and now the partially written second and third chapter to that fic need re-outlining for just making it a stand-alone thing. And as a stand-alone piece... it honestly sucks. I will most likely delete this fic at some point. For a cute answer, why will I never update Because I Loathe You? Because I loathe it.

Writing strengths: I can bench press like, five pencils. Or, y'know, I guess like, writing casual-sounding dialogue. I have been told I do good work at writing set ups and pay offs. Every now and again I write a decent emotional scene. At one point I wrote a pretty good horror scene and it worked well enough.

Writing weaknesses: Alright, I lied. I cannot bench press five pencils. Also I'm terrible at descriptions because uuuuggghhhh they're so boring. Fuck set dressing, I just wanna get to the dialogue! I'm also abysmal at pacing, I have a habit of relying on characters who are scatterbrained because I too cannot focus to save my life, and I have such a limited vocabulary and such lackluster writing tricks that none of my works stand out all too well. Oh well, s'why we practice and write more, yeah?

Do I like foreign language dialogue?: Yeah. Never written it, but it's nice to read.

First fandom I wrote for: Redwall babey! Redwall fics on Fanfiction.net. Love me some generic ass fantasy nonsese with lil critters. And like, so much weird fantasy racism that comes with the territory of weird anglophile author Brian Jacques.

Favorite Fic I've Ever Written: ... Yeah nah, I guess it's either Fire Seed and Fire Feed, or it's What a (Blood)Rush. I've got some more ideas cooking up that if/when I get to them, they might overtake. Hell, if I ever finish A Dad's Purpose that one might be a strong contender. I like writing Jawbone suffering who said that?

Tagging my usual mutual goobers: @magical-girl-coral @samderella @snakeoil2 @erin-brrrrr aaannnnnd anyone else who wants