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just-the-hiddles · 4 years ago

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Writer’s Spotlight | myoxisbroken

Happy hump day, peeps! This week’s spotlight is the queen of a historical fic, AU or canon. The maven of food porn in a fic. And the reigning champ of teasing me with smut @myoxisbroken ! Let’s dive in!!

The Basics

MASTERLIST HERE

Any other names you want people to call you?

Miss Ox, myox, whatever you feel like!

How long have you been writing fic?

2 years.

What fandoms and/ships do you write?

MCU (Loki, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes), other Tom Hiddleston characters (Pine, Conrad, Sharpe, Buxton, Nicholls, Plumptre, and ever-growing), and just branching out into Pedro Pascal with The Mandalorian; I also have a few Doctor Who fics in my Masterlist (Ten/Donna Noble)

How did you get started writing fic?

I was reading a ton of Doctor Who fic and enjoying the Doctor/River Song stories. Then I rewatched DW season 4 and was so depressed about Donna's ending that I immediately watched the David Tennant/Catherine Tate version of Much Ado About Nothing. And then I started to ship the Tenth Doctor and Donna.

So I read a bunch of their fic and thought, "You know what would be awesome? If someone wrote a WW2 AU where Donna's a single mother and the Doctor is an injured fighter pilot that she takes in as a boarder." And then I started to get snippets of dialogue in my head, and ideas for scenes, and I wondered if I might be able to write a story myself. I hadn't written anything in years, but I decided to give it a try. And a few months later, I had my first story completed, a 14-chapter Doctor Who AU.

After that, I had the writing bug and I haven't been able to stop coming up with ideas and working to put them into words!

Story Recommendations

Which of your stories are your favorite?

It is honestly so hard to choose. I'm only going to choose completed works, because I always love the WIPs I'm working on. So, let's see: You Bring Me Home is one of them, because it was so fun to just jump into a sexy vacation romp with some playful kink exploration for James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island). With Brooding Wings was my first attempt at a vampire story using multiple Tom Hiddleston characters, and I really enjoyed playing with the dynamics of different personalities and settings in that world.

In A Restless World Like This Is is another, because I had such a great time writing a fluffy love story for Steve Rogers and an older OFC. It started as a spite project because of someone's objections to older characters and turned into such a lovely experience. It was one of the easiest I've ever written in terms of how quickly it flowed from my brain through my fingers. I'd loved writing for Loki (An Excellent Suggestion was my first Loki story, and my first time writing smut) and for Bucky (We Are All Victims of Physics Sometimes was my first dip into capturing Bucky's quiet reserve and depth of emotion).

I honestly could go on and on about stories but would only sound more conceited.

Which story are you most proud of?

I think A Pursuit of the Heart. It was my first time writing in the Regency/Georgian era, and I did a TON of research for it. It was also my first novel-length story, and I didn't even know if I could take on something that big or write a historical romance convincingly, in a way that felt era-appropriate and true. I was so proud of the finished product.

Which of your stories do you think is the most underrated?

Let Your Heart Be Light, a Bucky/OFC story with a Christmas theme - its companion piece, Kissing The New Year In, also didn't get much traction. But I loved writing them!

Someone is new to reading your stories, which story/stories should they read first?

It depends on what actors and characters they like, really, as well as if they like smut or fluff or both. For a smutty one-shot, I'd recommend An Excellent Suggestion (which has a one-shot sequel). For a swoonier longer fic with smut, I'd recommend either You Bring Me Home or my fake relationship Steve Rogers fic The One Thing You Can't See.

For fluff, An Unforeseen Outcome is a Loki one-shot with both fluff and a little emotional hurt/comfort. Interestingly, I've written more not-smut fluff for Loki than for any other character. I think I just want him to find connection and love and acceptance so much.

And if you are a fan of historical romance, I'd recommend either my Thomas Sharpe AU A Compromising Situation, or if you like your fics with a healthy dose of angst, Beside Us When Beauty Brightens, my William Buxton (Return to Cranford) story about what happens after he loses Peggy.

Which Story did you do the most research for?

A Pursuit of the Heart, since it was my first one set in the Georgian era and I had a lot of catching up to do! I research for most of my stories, and definitely for my multi-chapter stories. Even if they're contemporary, I still look up resorts, locations, restaurants and local foods, things to do, etc. I can't help it. It's like I'm addicted to research.

Which Story was the easiest to write?

For a multi-chapter fic, In A Restless World Like This Is. For a one-shot, probably my Loki Christmas fluff All I Want For Christmas Is You.

The Writing Process

What is your favorite part of writing?

When a scene I've had in my head just flies out of my fingers and onto the page, and I can read it back and think, "YES! That's just how I wanted it!"

What is your least favorite part?

When my brain is too scattered and unfocused to actually allow me to do any writing.

Describe your style in 1 to 2 sentences.

Well-researched stories that use the information to make you feel like you're there and that incorporate sweetness into even the smuttiest scenario. Also, food porn, and porn porn.

Who are some of your writing idols and/or influences?

For published novels, Mary Balogh and Sabrina Jeffries are two of my favorite historical romance writers, and I think that reading them has helped to make my writing better. In terms of fic authors (some of whom are also published), @nildespirandum and @caffiend-queen were two of the first I read in the Tom/Loki fandom and their excellent quality and intriguing plots are an inspiration, even if I will never be able to write plots as twisty as theirs. Also, reading @yespolkadotkitty's stories helped me push myself to get better at setting scenes and at incorporating the various senses into stories, because she is so good at both of those things and so much else.

What programs do you use to write and/or edit?

I use Google Docs. I have also been dancing around buying Scrivener for an original novel I plan to write and shop around, so I'll be doing that soon.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Plotter, for sure. My brain would implode if I tried to pants my stories.

Do you write RPF or not?

I have a few chapters of a Tom Hiddleston RPF in draft form but haven't proceeded with it. I'd kind of like to write a Pedro Pascal RPF one-shot. I love reading RPF but feel odd about writing it for some reason.

Who is your favorite character to write and why?

Again with the tough questions! It might be Loki, because he is such a chameleon and there are so many hidden depths to him. I really want to write some multi-chapter Loki stories, because so far I have done one-shots and one 3-chapter short fic. I'd like to explore a longer character arc for him.

What do you think are your writing strengths?

Authenticity because of my research, realistically depicting emotions, and writing in a style that feels genuine to the setting and era.

What do you struggle with?

PLOT. I do think that there is plenty of room for all kinds of stories, and I like to tell stories about relationships. But I would like to get better at adding outside conflict and other types of plot to my stories.

Favorite Trope?

It's so hard to choose between There Was Only One Bed and Fake Relationship. I think those are my top two.

What is the best piece of writing advice you have heard?

Write something. Anything. Even if you think it's crap, get your first draft done, because you can always go back and rewrite something that's bad and make it better. Also, if you're stuck on your WIP, write something else - a piece of another story or one-shot, a description of something you saw, a character profile, a bit of personal journaling. Keep writing and don't let a temporary roadblock turn into a long-term one.

What would you say to a new fanfic writer starting out?

It's hard when something you wrote doesn't get a lot of attention, especially when you love it. We share stories in the hopes that other people will discover and enjoy them, but you have to at least partly do it for your own satisfaction, or it will get pretty discouraging if the likes/kudos, comments, and reblogs just don't happen.

What is a random bit of research you have not managed to work into a fic yet?

Ladies' drawers (underwear) were not commonly worn until the mid-1800s. They were thought to be gentlemen's garments and it was thus vulgar for a lady to wear them. Yes, ladies of the Georgian (incl. Regency) era were generally commando beneath their skirts, petticoats, and shifts. But that was still a lot of layers.

Any goals or WIPs you want to share?

My goal is to write an original novel (series) set during the Napoleonic Wars. My hope is to get it researched, written, and put in final draft form so that I can send query letters out before the end of 2021.

This or That

Fluff or Angst

Fluff AND Smut

Reader Insert or OC

Canon Divergent or AU

Pepsi or Coke (Neither: Cherry Coke Zero)

Coffee or Tea (Neither: Cocoa)

Sweet AND Savory

And that is it, until next week, remember to check out the masterlist here. And your new fav fic is just around the corner! Until next time, toodles!

#writer's spotlight #myoxisbroken #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki #loki fanfiction

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gregorygerwitz · 5 years ago

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Oooh what is Rich Leo Noises?

Rich Leo Noises is a *checks notes* two year old draft that started as an excuse to write the Dadcliffe fic I’ve been thinking about since Holden first appeared in the show. It definitely includes:

- Jemma working at Radcliffe’s lab - Jemma getting invited to the annual Radcliffe family Halloween party - Leo and Jemma accidentally wearing matching costumes to said Halloween party having never met each other before - them bonding over science and becoming friends and then eventually dating - it’s probably a lil frowned upon irl to date your boss’s son but Holden doesn’t care - a lot of soft science chaos but Leo has a lot of money - that’s it. it’s an excuse to write rich!Leo and give him a better dad

And I have a snippet to share, because why not (below the cut because it is long)

She saw plenty of Holden Radcliffe throughout the day - at lunch, when everyone was in the dining area talking about their current projects, every morning on the way into the lab, every afternoon when he announced he was leaving for the day - but she didn't know hardly anything about him. All she really knew about him was that he'd been working on some top secret project for a few decades, he had quite a bit of money, and he kept his family life rather quiet. It was the exact same information all of the magazines reported whenever they did an article about him. So, considering how little they actually spoke, she was a bit startled when he sat down directly across from her during lunch one day.

"Dr. Simmons, I don't think we talk enough." The words were too sudden for her to formulate any real response, blinking with her fork halfway to her mouth. "Listen, how would you like to come to a halloween party next weekend? At my place?" She was still too stunned to try to find her voice, but luckily, she didn't have to. "My wife wants me to invite someone along, this year, says she wants to meet my friends. I don't have many friends. Frankly, you're one of the smartest people here, and I have a feeling you would actually understand most of what I say when I start to babble. I babble when I get nervous. Like right now, I think I'm babbling, because I'm very nervous, because I don't talk to people, but I'm talking to you, and asking a question, and you haven't answered it yet-"

"Dr. Radcliffe." Jemma tried to cut in quickly, shaking her head while she processed the words and caught up with what he was asking. "You don't have to do this. I mean, I'm sure there are plenty of far more brilliant scientists here, who are... maybe a bit more toward your demographic, for a friendship?"

"My demographic?" He was quiet for a moment before shaking his head with a frown, clearly displeased with the comment. "Now, hold on, that's something you'd say to an old person. I'm not that old. And, if it's really an issue, you don't even have to spend more than five minutes with me - I'll introduce you to Agnes, and then I'm sure Leopold wouldn't mind if you hung out with him and his friends. Or you could leave, if you wanted. I'll pay you for the time?"

Jemma blinked at him, shaking her head again and taking a slow breath. It was certainly an odd request, but there were a few things she could learn - what Holden Radcliffe was really like, for one, and maybe even get to pick his brain about a few ideas for future projects in a less professional setting. Or maybe that was just her ever active scientific mind trying to find a logical reason to agree to something as carefree and silly as a party. "You don't have to pay me anything more than you have been, sir. I'm sure it will be a fun experience. Since it's for Halloween, am I to assume that there will be candy?"

She was almost certain the older man was grinning so wide that it must hurt. "And costumes, yes. If you do want to come, I can email you the address."

#alex says things #answered #will i ever finish this fic?#could not tell you tbh #maybe i will at some point when life is less chaotic #kaytikazoo #jemma simmons #leo fitz #holden radcliffe

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madmadmilk · 6 years ago

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Return to Sender | Tom Holland x Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Yours Truly (You)

Summary: A letter made out of love and loyalty. It’s your choice to press post, send, delete, or save to drafts. The only thing we’ll never know is if he decides to read it or not.

Warnings: cursing, (lowkey highkey) angst, and a fair amount of delusion

Word Count: 1.8K over the character count

How to read: First Person POV, so read this as yourself first and foremost. Then read this as his good friend, read this as someone who saw him yesterday, read this as someone you haven’t see in a long time, read this as someone who has nevermet him, read this as someone who has only known him through the lens of social media... read this as someone who has a lot to say but will never send it.

Hey Thomas,

I must have written this over a thousand times, and I know it’ll never be just right.I just feel weird calling you Tom over this absurdly long, formal message, and Thomas kinda just looked better to me. And, blah, I know this could never change your mind, or make you see me any differently, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?

Let’s get the hard part over with.

There’s about three things I’m absolutely positive about. First, you’re amazing. Fucking, brilliant. Second, there’s a part of you–– my wishful thinking, I suppose–– that I know, cares about me or could. And third, hah, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.

Yeah, I totally just took that from Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight, but you know what?? I gotta pay homage to how fiction and storytelling has always left a significant impression on me. Fluttery stories of love and hope and strength and cute brunettes–– all leads to you.

And I’m joking and rambling now, I know, but it doesn’t make it mean any less.

I love you.

Truthfully, I don’t even know where thatstarted. Was it when I saw you fight impossible odds during a tsunami as a boy? Or when you trained to spin webs and do back-flips and shit. Did I notice this affection through your first appearance in the MCU? The second, or even the third? Did I realize it when I found your instagram, and finally let myself follow? That time when you mistook your hair gel for toothpaste…? Or when I caught your livestream at the Right Time? When you looked right at me, and I let myself believe?

I don’t think I’ll really ever know whenthis started. I only know what I want and wish to happen now.

Through the videos, posts, movies, interviews and experience, I just… I just feel like you’ve always been there for me. You’ve always been someone I could fall back on–– look back on. I open my phone, and you’re right there. Beneath my fingertips, first in my search bar, bright on my lock screen. You’ve always been.

I look for your voice before I sleep, and I imagine the sights and sounds when I see new pictures of you. All I can do afterwards is wish I were there with you.

That’s all I want.

All I want is to leave an impression on you, to have something that lets you remember me. After that, I can let go and rest forever, if I knew I could mean anything to you.

I draw you, write about you, read about you, dedicate a whole blog to you–– and still wonder if it’s too little or too much.

(Side note: does it weird you out? Seriously, let me know and I’ll halt productions.)

Gah, it’s staggering to think that we are worlds away from one another; that we could meet tomorrow and then never again. Or how often I see your face, and never know how often you see mine––

I don’t let myself think of that most days.

You’ve brought me so much peace and happiness just knowing you.

My view is one-sided and biased and rosy. It’s limited, blurry, and lacking. There’s so much I don’t know about you, so much I wantto know about you.

And that’s what keeps this going.

The hope.

Or some shit.

I wonder if you would tell me if you had a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or someone special. I wonder how that would make me feel, or if that could make these feelings stop…. Hah, but I don’t think that would take anything away from me.

You’ll still be you.

You’ll still be that sticky boy who’s kind and generous and cute and funny and good to his family and friends.

You’ll always be that to me.

Not that I’d refuse to believe that someone else completes you or supports you better than I can, but I’ll always have the warmth you’ve given me. They could love you more than me, be closer to you than me, be better than me, and that’s alright.

Because all I want is for you to be happy.

If you are, then so am I.

And that’s love, I suppose.

It’s something selfless, it’s something that’s kind of like a hobby. You enjoy it and you endure it. You build it, you tear it down. You want to share it, but keep it to yourself. And no matter what happens, you learn and grow from it…

Oof.

I do hope you continue to share these things with me. No real pressure, of course. It’s your life to take control of. You deserve your privacy first and foremost, and time away from the public and social media. You deserve the time to recharge and reorient yourself after long trips and interviews and work hours–– we all do.

I just hope you decide to continue to share the snippets of life that you do.

It’s a lovely world to be a part of.

I love that you share so much with your family and friends. I love seeing your cute lil dog and snaps of places you call home. I love seeing how you spend your night out, and the sporadic nature of it all. I love that you can’t use instagram stories for shit. And I love that you continue to try anyway.

That’s something I’ve always really liked about you.

You don’t give up when you can’t do something. You’ll post the same thing twice to get it right. You keep your cool and roll with the jokes. You laugh at yourself when appropriate. You stand up for yourself when things go too far. You try your best while we all are watching. You try even harder even when we’re not.

I really respect that.

And I’ve gone so far off track from what I came here to say, I don’t even know if you’ve bothered to read this far. There’s just a few more things left, I promise.

I just need to say that I’m sorry for being a pest. For lurking so far up your ass and hitting the bottoms of your feeds so much. For applying more pressure than you need. For reading fakey gossip and making bold assumptions. For forgetting that you’re human just like me.

I’ve made these mistakes, and I don’t know how to make them right. I’m still out here learning too––

And what I’ve realized is that to move forward, I have to step away.

I see your posts and fawn, and then I have to turn and leave. Suppress the urges to tease and make fun, to shout profanities, to post about what I wish I could do to you or you to me.

A well wish is all I can give you.

“Have a nice day,” and “Do your best,” is so fucking vanilla but it’s what I want you to hear from me. Something soft, loving and easy.

Something that will undoubtedly go unnoticed.

And I’m fine with that (most days).

You don’t have to acknowledge me, you don’t have to recognize me.

Because I want you, but I don’t.

I don’t know what would happen if thisbecame real. If you suddenly become realto me in my real life. Real, real, real. It’s seriously unimaginable.

Not because I’m me or anything.

But because you’re you.

I can picture myself beside you, but I doubt you could with me.

That sounds so pathetic but–– I don’t know!

I’ll never know, unless youtell me. Or I tell you and you tell me. Or we end up in one of those fanfiction slow-burn roommate!AUs. Unrealistic, but romantic.

And this is the point of it all, I guess.

I want to tell you, “hey! I love you!” because I have to know what could happen next. Not that I’m expecting anything grandiose. I’m just hoping for a chance that you’ll listen to me and accept the feelings I’m giving you.

I just want you to hear me, so I can get rid of it.

So here, take it! Here it is! Do with my heart what you will!

I’m sick of hiding behind a screen, but too scared to show you my face.

Just take this pretty moment, remember me like this, and let me know what you think in 5-7 business days.

I’ll be waiting like I always have. Never too high on my toes or too relaxed in my bed. Leave it all to chance–– Can you believe I don’thave notifications set up for you?

You don’t own me!

And now that I’ve managed to give you a hard time figuring out what to do with my feelings, I’ll move on to the last part.

Happy Birthday, Tom Holland.

I’m so happy to have seen you grow on-screen and off. I’m incredibly proud of your achievements, and baffled by your impact. Keep fucking growing, dude! This is your time to thrive. All with your bare fucking hands. Fucking wild.

I can’t even compare myself to you––

But anyway, I hope you’ve had a nice day or night or whatever the hell. Please get some good rest tonight and tomorrow night, and all the nights onward. Take time to take care of yourself and brush your teeth.

And thank you for being your being here for me.

I hope you can take my words and turn it into strength and support, no matter how you deem to view it. It’s only to remind you that someone cares, after all.

Yeah, so before I dig myself a deeper hole, I’ll end this letter here. A reply would mean the world to me, and even if you don’t, I wouldn’t hold it against you.

You’re a busy guy, I know.

Thanks, Tom.

You have all my love.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

A/N: and that’s it! really raw and kinda exposing who i am lol. You can make your own assumptions of what happened next. What perspective did you read this in? Did you actually send the letter? Did he reply? (is the reply the title of this fic?) Hahaha, I don’t really know what this is. I just felt like writing a love letter. Please let me know what you think! Did it work? Did it make sense? Thanks for reading :)

Please like, comment, reblog, subscribe and turn on bell notifications!! Haha

Peace out ✌🏼

Madmadmilk

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littlethingwithfeathers · 6 years ago

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Writing Update - 7/15/19

Publishing now!

The Girl in the Garden (Chapter 6): a post-Endgame fix-it fic for my series “Friendship is Unnecessary.” It’s over 40k words now!

Only one more chapter to go after this one! Excerpt:

The first thing Natasha became aware of was that the light engulfing her had begun to shift and change. Slowly at first… little reprieves in the glare before it would come back again, making her eyelids scrunch down tight again. After an indeterminable amount of time spent drifting through endless white, Natasha found she could bear open her eyes again. The light was still blinding, but it was different. Warm and golden, but not the over-saturated gold of her strange non-life. It was bright and buttery, and warm on her face, scintillating and shifting across her vision in a seemingly random dance. After drawing a few calibrating breaths, she realized that she was lying down, curled on her side with what felt like a mattress beneath her.

She sat bolt upright, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed beneath, and sucking in a startled gasp at the discovery. And it struck her suddenly that she could hear it. That she could hear herself draw breath. It shocked her a little that she could hear anything so clearly. The bed springs made a sound. The shuffle of her feet on the hardwood floor made a sound. She could even hear a bird singing outside the window…

Outside… outside…

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Other “Friendship is Unnecessary” fics at various stages:

Stolen Season: Steve/Natasha vignettes during Endgame’s five year jump. I thought I would do a set of scenes, some sexy some not, of how we get from Steve and Natasha working together at the end of IW, to them halfway living apart at the end of the five year jump. It also covers some of the hunt for Ronin!Clint, Steve taking up the mantle of group therapist, and Natasha stepping into a role as a sort of hybrid of Cap and Nick Fury. I just started chapter four of four and the wordcount currently sits at over 21k. I anticipate the finished fic hovering somewhere around 30k. I’m aiming to have the first draft finished by the time I’m done publishing “The Girl in the Garden.”

But Most of All Because They Offend Thee: Based off this post. Probably just short, upbeat, porny little one-shot of Nat being a shit and teasing Steve. Because honestly… this series needs some levity.

One of Those Things (Prologue): Since I’ve written this beast of a series completely out of order, and thus all my author notes are VERY confusing, I thought I’d put a short prologue on the front. Just a couple of short scenes to plant some seeds and give an actual starting place to this whole sprawling, intertwining mess, but also to give me a chance to address new readers so my forewords on the rest of the fics don’t seem weird. I’ve got a little more than a thousand words written on it which is probably about a third to half way.

Untitled Pre-War Steve/Bucky and Pre-Avengers Phil/Clint/Natasha: Partially a request from @crazyevildru that I’m toying with. Probably a flashback or a memory. This series really does need more Steve/Bucky, and I feel bad about it. I’m thinking of also adding a prequel/flashback of Clint/Phil/Natasha as well… maybe have the whole thing be a discussion over dinner.

Sweet and Honorable (Title pending): Set post Civil War. Bucky insists on coming with Sam and Natasha to rescue Steve when he gets captured. This is starting to take shape in my head as a sort of work through for some of the issues that get raised in “Echo in my Soul.”

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Other works coming soon!

Intercalation: A Ulana/Boris/Valery fix-it fic for HBO’s Chernobyl. 26k words and counting. Odds are good that this will be the next big thing coming after “Stolen Season.” And it’s looking to be very big. Nine full chapters and an epilogue. 50k words is a rough estimate, so I’m at not quite the halfway point? STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.

A Maelstrom Whirls Below: I’m toying with the possibility of a sequel to my Darcy/Eddie/Venom fic “A Room for Rent in the Fourth Estate.” A rough outline is in place, and I’m starting to sketch around on a few scenes. But right now it’s just some ideas and a few zippy one-liners. It’s starting to get some traction though! Likely won’t start work in earnest until all this Endgame fix-it stuff is done, but I’m definitely letting it percolate.

Hang By Every Word: The outline for my Stucky fic is still coming along but it will be awhile yet before I start writing on it in earnest. The basic theme (and I’m sure this has been done, but fuck it) is the undoing of Bucky’s conditioning one trigger word at a time. And each trigger word locked down a memory that HYDRA deemed integral to Bucky’s personality. And of course… they all involve Steve. So I have to write things from Steve’s point of view, and all ten memories have to be written from Bucky’s point of view, and they have to tie together into a cohesive narrative. The memories are out of order, but Steve’s timeline isn’t and… It’s a challenge. I’m still largely in the brainstorming phase… writing little snippets here and there. Nothing’s solidly taking form just yet. Again… just letting it percolate.

Hymn of Acxiom: Scarlet/Vision. I’m really just toying with an idea so don’t get too excited. It would be post Endgame, with Wanda helping a newly reconstructed Vision who has no memories and no personality without the Mind Stone to network all the pieces and facets of his personality. Again… I make no promises… but I have an idea.

Untitled Sarge/Melinda May fic: I know. I KNOW! Don’t give me that look. You saw “The Other Thing.” You saw “The Collision: Part 1.” This shit writes itself. I’ve been sketching on a few things, but I’ll probably wait until this season wraps up before I start planning in earnest. There will likely be some canon divergence, but I want to know if I’ve got to just wiggle the canon around a little or just do a full table-flip.

#writing #writing update

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mksc77 · 6 years ago

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Hurt/comfort ask 2? I’ve seen a few fics mention Sharon having pneumonia after the blast in Shockwave, but it was always after the fact and didn’t really get into it. I’d love a detailed snippet of that :)

Thanks for the ask, anon! I’ve actually been planning to do that in my next story, but it’ll be a while before I get to that point, so here’s a rough draft.

I haven’t watched MC since the event that didn’t happen, and I only saw the Shockwave episodes a couple of times, so I probably botched up some of the timing. I also can’t remember whether Sharon was at the first scene, but for purposes of this story, she was. This will be more detailed and accurate when I get to it in my next story :)

02--sick

Sharon groaned as she woke up to her phone ringing early one Monday morning. “Raydor,” she gasped between coughs. She’d had something she suspected was bronchitis or something like it the week before, but she’d started feeling a little better after a couple of days, so she hadn’t bothered to go to the doctor. She was still tired and had a lingering cough, which she’d hoped spending the weekend on the couch would fix, but it was only slightly better. She was informed that they’d been rolled out, and Andy was awake by the time she ended the call.

“The hell?” He muttered.

“Crime scene. We need to get dressed and go.”

Andy gave Sharon an appraising look. “Do you feel up for this?”

Sharon shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. You can’t go without me, and it sounds like they need all hands on deck. We can’t both stay home.”

A couple of weeks later, they finally wrapped the case. The smoke inhalation from the bomb and the late nights from the case had made Sharon’s lingering cough worse, and her sore ribs from the explosion made it more difficult for her to do so. She’d been told when they all got checked out at the hospital after the explosion to take a few days off to rest and to follow up with her primary care physician if she didn’t improve after a couple of days, but she’d already planned to do the same. She’d only disobeyed once long enough to attend a Captain’s Meeting and to go up to the ninth floor to see the aftermath of the explosion for herself, which had been worth it when Fritz told her she was being promoted to Commander.

Sharon started running a fever again a couple of days later and was gradually getting worse, and she called her doctor’s office the next day to schedule an appointment. When Andy came home from work that day, he could hear the shower running when he went to the bedroom to change clothes. He started dinner and replaced the rumpled linens tucked into the couch with fresh sheets and blankets before going to check on Sharon. She loved a long shower, especially when she wasn’t feeling well, but when it had been a while even for her, Andy peeked into the bathroom. The shower was fogged up, but he could see the outline of Sharon’s body sitting against the edge. He got undressed again and tapped gently on the shower door before slowly opening it. Sharon didn’t move as he closed the door again and lowered himself to sit beside her. “Hey, you okay? You’ve been in here for a while.”

Sharon dropped her head to his shoulder as he held her close to his side. “This is the best I’ve felt in over a week.” She tilted her head up to kiss him before returning her head to his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I made a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow morning.”

Andy nodded. He’d been trying to talk her into it since she’d started running a fever again. “The steam probably is doing you some good. If you’re still feeling really bad in the morning, I can take you to your appointment.”

“Hmm.”

“How long have you been in here?” Andy grabbed a washcloth and held it in front of her face when she started coughing. The necessity for that had also been a new development in the last couple of days.

“Don’t know.” Sharon grasped Andy’s arm and started to stand up.

“Hold on, I’ll get a towel for you and help you up.” It was odd that she’d gotten in the shower without placing a towel nearby, but that wasn’t his only clue that she felt like crap.

“Still have conditioner in my hair. Had to take a break,” Sharon murmured.

“I think I can take care of that.” Andy threw the contaminated cloth in the garbage and got a clean one, then got back in the shower and adjusted himself and Sharon to sit between his legs. He ran his fingers through her hair as the water continued to fall on them. He quickly realized that wasn’t the best move and had to force himself to think of other things as he rinsed her hair out. His mind was on helping his sick fianc�� and nothing more, but the appendage that was now pressed against soft, wet skin unfortunately had a one-tracked mind of its own. “Anything else you wanted to do in here?”

“Body wash.” Sharon hugged her legs and pressed her forehead against her knees as Andy put some soap on a washcloth and started running it over her body. Her whole body felt heavy and achy, and her throat and chest hurt from coughing. The hot water and Andy’s tender motions made her feel a little better. The water was starting to turn cold by the time Andy rinsed her off, so he got a towel and some fresh pajamas for her before turning off the shower. Sharon shivered as she stepped onto the bath mat, so he quickly dried her off and gave her the towel to wrap around her hair. Her silence and lack of struggle while he was helping her concerned him. He knew she had to be miserable, and she hadn’t seemed to feel so bad the day before.

“You could’ve texted me when you started feeling so bad,” Andy commented as he pulled a sweatshirt over her head. “I told you I’d come home if you needed me to.”

“I didn’t realize I felt so bad until I got in the shower and was too tired to finish it,” Sharon admitted. Once she was dressed, she sank into the couch, where she’d spent the better part of the week. She gave Andy a grateful look as she curled up under the fresh sheets. “Thanks, Andy, those other sheets were starting to feel a little gross.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll make you some tea, do you need anything else?” Sharon shook her head. Andy brushed his fingers over her forehead. “I think your fever’s higher than it was this morning.”

“It’s normal for it to go up late in the afternoon.” Sharon gave Andy’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’ll be all right.”

Early the next morning, before dawn, Sharon woke up with a coughing fit and moved to the living room before she could wake Andy. It was always worse in the morning from lying down all night. Andy had propped a couple of pillows under her to give her a little elevation, but that hadn’t helped much. Rusty was in the kitchen getting a glass of water, intending to go back to bed, but Sharon was coughing worse than he’d ever heard her before. “Mom, you okay?”

Sharon accepted his glass of water and took a few slow sips before trying to clear her lungs again, unable to catch her breath to answer him. It hurt her ribs to cough too hard, and the gunk in her lungs required more force to come up than she was able to give.

Rusty got another glass of water and turned back to Sharon. “Mom, your lips are like, blue.”

Sharon was gasping for breath as she coughed, and she wasn’t able to get a deep breath. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, although she was doing so on some level, and she started to panic. “Call—9–-1—1,” she managed to gasp out.

Rusty froze for a moment, but he grabbed the nearest landline and dialed with trembling fingers. He quickly made the call and followed the instructions Sharon had given him when Andy’s health problems started in case he ever needed to call 911 for him. “I’ll go wake Andy up really quick.” He made his way to their room, hands still shaking, and shook his shoulder. “Andy, wake up!” He hissed.

Andy moved his hand to Rusty’s and gently stroked his fingers back and forth without opening his eyes. In his drowsy state, he’d forgotten Sharon was sick and mistook Rusty’s urgency for one of Sharon’s occasional middle-of-the-night raspy pleas for him to wake up to satisfy a different kind of urgency. “Hmmm, need some lov—“

“Ewww, Andy, do not finish that sentence. I’m not Mom…But you have to get up. She’s really sick, I just called 911.”

“What?!” Andy jumped out of bed and practically sprinted the kitchen.

Rusty was relieved that he was dressed, although his boxers were more thin than one would’ve hoped. He grabbed Sharon’s robe and sweatpants and a t-shirt for Andy and went to the kitchen. Sharon would probably rather not be in just her pajamas when the paramedics got there, and Andy was too panicked to realize that all he was wearing were boxers that left entirely too little to the imagination.

Less than an hour later, Andy was filling Sharon’s forms out as well as he could when he heard forceful coughing and a weak “I can’t” from Sharon. A nurse patted her shoulder. “That’s okay. We’re going to give you a breathing treatment soon, and we’ll try again after that.”

Andy looked up from the forms in his lap. “What’s going on?”

“We need to do a sputum test, but she’s having a little trouble. A breathing treatment should loosen it up and help her cough it up a little more easily,” the nurse explained. She turned back to Sharon. “It’s probably pneumonia, and with your low blood pressure and difficulty breathing, we’ll have you admitted as soon as the paperwork goes through.”

Andy nodded and finished the forms in front of him as quickly as he could. He had to ask Sharon a couple of questions about her medical history, but he soon finished and gave the clipboard to the nurse.

Meanwhile, Rusty was pacing the living room, not so patiently waiting for Andy to call. He’d wanted to follow them to the hospital, but Andy had convinced him to wait until Sharon was in a regular room. He’d gotten a few reassuring “she’s okay” texts, that they suspected pneumonia and were running tests, but Rusty couldn’t block the image of Sharon on a stretcher with an oxygen mask over her face from his mind. She’d lost weight in the last couple of weeks from being sick and having no appetite, and she’d looked so small and helpless. It had scared the shit out of him. He’d taken a shower and tried to go back to sleep, but that had been a joke, so he’d finally gotten dressed and stared at his phone. Andy finally called with a room number and a few requests for items for him and Sharon from the condo. Visiting hours were only a couple of hours away, and Andy had gotten permission from the nurse for Rusty to come to the room when he got there. He knew Rusty wouldn’t rest until he saw for himself that Sharon was okay, and he and Sharon both needed some things from home.

Sharon fell asleep not long after she was moved to a hospital room, and she woke up a few hours later to Andy sleeping, sitting straight up in a chair near her bed. She had been told she could change out of her hospital gown if she wanted to, but she’d waited for clean clothes. She was cold, and the pad she’d been wearing as a result of intense coughing hadn’t been changed since the night before, and it had to go. Rusty was curled up, unconscious, on one end of the uncomfortable-looking couch under the window. She reached over and clutched Andy’s hand, which startled him awake. His eyes were red, and she would’ve assumed it was just from lack of sleep if she couldn’t see lingering tear stains on his cheeks. “Hey,” he mumbled. “Scare the crap out of me one time, why don’t you?”

Andy’s light-hearted tone didn’t fool Sharon. His drawn expression and the underlying heaviness to his voice revealed that he’d been frightened, and probably still was. “Hey. You’re one to talk.” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be okay.”

“I know.” Andy kissed her forehead and offered her the thermos of water from the table beside her. “Need anything?”

Sharon took a few sips and gave the thermos back to Andy. “I just want to put my pajamas on. It’s cold in here.” Her breathing treatment from earlier had helped a lot, and as long as she drank water when nurses told her to, she wouldn’t need IV fluids, so Sharon was pleasantly surprised to not be hooked up to anything, but she gazed curiously at the port-like thing in her arm she was just now noticing. “What’s this?”

“That’s for your antibiotic,” Andy explained. “You were a little out of it the first time they gave it to you. They just hook it to that so they don’t have to stick your arm every time.” He stood up and helped her out of bed. She didn’t require assistance to move around, but Andy held her hand and walked with her to the bathroom with the bag Rusty brought in his other hand. He placed the bag on the floor in front of the sink so Sharon could get what she wanted and closed the door behind him to give her some privacy. She used the bathroom and changed clothes, and the warm pajamas and new pad made her feel a little better. She’d been too tired and felt too gross to even think about being embarrassed about asking Andy to tell Rusty to grab them for her, and she was relieved when neither of them had asked any questions. The idea of Rusty’s face while going through her dresser drawer for a couple of extra pairs of panties did give her a laugh as she finished up in the bathroom.

Andy was fiddling with the thermostat unit in her room, and he made his way back to her when he heard the door open. Their movements had woken Rusty up, and he was sitting up and rubbing his eyes when Sharon stepped back into the room. He stood up and carefully hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re okay. You scared the crap out of me. Do you need anything?”

“Yes, I've heard. I’m sorry.” Sharon slipped her arm around his waist and gave him a soft squeeze. “I’m okay, but thanks.” As Andy helped her back into bed, she noticed that her bed pillow and a couple of blankets from home were on her bed. “Thanks, honey. I didn’t even know I wanted this stuff.”

“You’re welcome.” Andy straightened the blankets over her and smoothed some stray hair from her loose ponytail back from her face. “Is that better? Are you warm enough?”

“Yes, that’s much better…Did you email in about being out of work today?”

Andy rolled his eyes. “Yes, and don’t worry about work. Provenza’s bitching about being crammed on the seventh floor with Robbery Homicide while they repair our floor, but—ahhh, speaking of the devil.” Andy picked up his buzzing phone and saw that Provenza was calling. He updated him and talked for a few minutes, but he couldn’t get Provenza off of the phone, so he finally pulled rank. Or Sharon’s rank, rather. “Yeah, okay, well Sharon says we have to get off of the phone so you can get back to work.”

Sharon snorted. “Yeah, those cat videos aren’t going to watch themselves.”

“There are probably some crossword puzzles that need some attention, too,” Rusty added.

Andy chuckled as he wrapped up the call. “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that our capt—commander—is on the mend.”

#hurt/comfort asks #major crimes #major crimes fanfiction #shandy

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riverfxle · 6 years ago

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Princess and the gang member | bughead

Summary — Betty Cooper, the admirable heir to the throne goes missing on her twenty first birthday and the kingdom goes mad trying to find her. But she didn't want to be found. She soon meets the local biker gang who agrees to help her escape from the kingdom. It turns out they have their own royalty and their Prince is mighty fine.

Authors Note — I don't write bughead fics or imagines often but I felt like I needed to post this draft that was created after I witnessed the beauty that is Lili Reinhart in her Golden globe outfit that literally screamed princess. Enjoy!

BETTY COOPER WASN'T OKAY.

A person's twenty first birthday was almost exclusively supposed to be sloppily, drunken fun with your favorite people. But she found herself stuffed tightly into one of many ball gowns with her hair painfully pinned into the most complicated updo she had every seen.

"Smile, Elizabeth."Her mother hissed into her ear as they stood at the top of the staircase.

Betty forced her best smile, the one she had perfected over the years, and descended the stairs one by one. She eyed the crowd and it donned on her — she didn't know any of these people, most of which were male. Betty felt a pain in her chest as she realized what this so called birthday extravaganza was really for... To auction her off as someone's bride.

She knew that she was getting closer to the ideal age for her to become Queen, the meer thought sending shivers down her spine. But never did she think that her parents would be the ones to try to arrange a forced marriage.

But could she really be surprised when they basically banished her older sister from their kingdom once she birthed twins, without the Blossom boy's ring on her finger. Betty pitied her sister but also envied her.

Alice Cooper spent the night forcing her to meet various suitors, all not her type. Anger pulsed in her veins every time one of the men would give her lustful stares, or say crude and vile remarks once her mother was distracted.

Betty sighed deeply as she stepped out onto the balcony, the cool fresh air entering her hot burning lungs. She let the few tears she had forced back slid down her cheeks before she wiped them gently with the back of her hand, she didn't want to ruin her makeup.

She couldn't live like this anymore. She knew that soon she would be forced into a loveless marriage, the thing she was scared of most.

Betty knew she had to do something and it had to be done tonight, no exceptions.

She would not suffer the same fate her mom had, nor her female ancestors did.

Betty could feel her heart beating against her chest as her hands moved fast, shoving what little she could into the duffle bag she kept in her closet for this exact moment. She tugged the hood of her cloak over her head once she entered the hallway and quietly made her way to the garage, keys in her pocket.

"Don't take that one, it's too loud."

The princess jumped as she spotted one of the maids in the doorway of the garage. The woman placed her finger in front of her lips as her other hand dug into her apron, pulling out another set of keys. Her fathers motorcycle.

"I mean this is loud too, but you can get away faster and it's easier to hide."She smiled once she placed the keys in Betty's hand. "Also, the Serpents will help you — I know what everyone thinks of them but their kind people. But may I ask you to give this letter to my son, his name is Joaquin. I haven't seen him in years."

"Come with me?"Betty offered watching as the black haired woman shook her head sadly.

"I cannot. I owe your parents my son's life."

Betty felt a lump in her throat as the woman's crystal blue eyes filled with tears. Her parents were horrible people. She placed the letter in her bag where she knew it would be safe and mounted the motorbike.

She took a deep breath before firing it up and speeding out of the garage, into the night.

Jughead Jones sipped his amber tinted drink, his body thrown lazily on the couch. His father was in Greendale so that meant he was left in charge while he was gone. He was absolutely bored — nothing ever seemed to happen when he was in charge which was unfortunate.

"Um, excuse me? Is anybody here?"

The raven haired boy nearly jumped out of his skin as the door of bar opened and in walked the most recognizable face in the world. Betty Cooper looked odd surrounded by the old bar atmosphere, her hands pushing her hood off her head and shook her blonde curls out.

"Why are you here?"He asked standing up and adjusting his leather jacket, so much for being bored and uneventful. "This is the wrong side of town for the princess."He added. She glared at him as she placed her duffle bag down.

"I'm looking for Joaquin,"She said looking him up and down. "That's obviously not you."

He chuckled. "I'm Jughead Jones, I'm a bit of royalty myself — the prince of the Serpents."

"Do you want me to bow?"She jokingly bowed which caused him to smile. "Anyways Mariam told me that you could help me escape."

"Now, why would the princess want to escape a life of complete luxury?"He scoffed.

"It's not luxury, if it's not by free will."

A/N: So this is a snippet/half of the first chapter and I really want your opinions! So should I just trash this or continue it? As I've said before, I do not write bughead often and they're personalities will not be Canon to the show and this is also a slow burn. Friends to more than friends — what the show should've done with the ship. Anywho, maybe the whole chapter will be coming soon.

#riverdale #southside serpents #jugheadjones #riverdale serpents #bettycooper #bughead #jughead x betty

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butteredonions · 7 years ago

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End-Of-Year Fic Meme

IT’S BAAAAACK!

I’m tagging anyone and everyone who would like to have fun with this. @bosstoaster, @velkynkarma, @ashinan, @mumblefox, @flusteredkeith, @atimelordswife, @oldmythos, @queenvallkyrie, @maychorian, @andriseup, and anyone else who wants to play!

[2017 onion edition]

Stats:

List of Fics Posted: They’re all Voltron :’) All gen unless otherwise indicated.

On Tumblr: Onion 2017 Masterpost: 10,800 words voltron thinktank masterpost: my portion of which equals ~5200

On AO3: The Size Of Our Actions, ch. 6-12 (smol!Shiro, de!aged fic, gen. 40,081 words added this year) The Cavalry (Paladins, adventure/mission fic. Conclusion of a 4-part series with @bosstoaster, @mumblefox, and @ashinan as part of the Season Two countdown. (9,644 words) First Steps (Lance-centric, Star Wars!AU) (9696 words) Foundation (Keith-centric, Star Wars!AU, prequel to First Steps) (8982 words) Intrinsic (Star Wars!AU featuring Padawan Shiro) (1219 words) Disturbance (Star Wars!AU, sequel to First Steps) (18915 words) like threads, weaving (Uliro, collection of 5 prompt fills) (5338 words) brace (Uliro) (2532 words) collision (Uliro, role reversal AU of sorts) (10455 words) cutthroat (Lance-centric, Hunger Games!AU) (1363 words) colors don't fade (Keith-centric, remix for @andriseup) (2625 words) parallel (daemon!AU, primarily Keith and Pidge) (5656 words) if tomorrow never comes (time!travel AU, onion’s first Sheith) (4195 words) indulgence (Uliro featuring blankets and h/c) (1859 words) enough to endure this (Uliro soulmate AU) (4916 words) relentless (Hunger Games!AU, prequel of sorts. Shiro-centric, tagged as pre-Sheith) (3217 words)

Total number: 16, plus tumblr Total word count: 144,156 * ( tumblr: 15,995 | AO3: 128,161) *not counting another 100k+ of drafts that have yet to see the light of day :’)

Ship/character breakdown: Ship breakdown: 5 Uliro, 2 Sheith. The rest are gen. Character breakdown: 1 full ensemble piece; 1 smol!Shiro with complete ensemble (no single narrator, everyone gets a turn); 1 young!Shiro; 3 Lance-centric, featuring others; 3 Keith-centric (one with help from Pidge); 3 Ulaz POV. The rest are all Shiro :)

Characters that had the main focus: Exactly the same as last year: Shiro is the clear winner here. I have no regrets.

Answers to more questions beneath the cut!

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title: I am that rare breed of creature who loves titles :’) this year it’s a tie between collision and if tomorrow never comes. Both give me chills for different reasons. Worst title: I’m not really fond of cutthroat or relentless, but they’re accurate.

Best/worst first line?

The second-best and sometimes most evil part of a story. Best: if tomorrow never comes Of all the reasons why Shiro had missed their date, ‘time travel’ is the last thing Keith expects to hear. :’)

Worst: colors don’t fade Finding out about Shiro hurts. Yeah, definitely, but also the understatement of the year. Something more riveting and gripping would’ve been a stronger opening for Keith here.

Best/worst last line? The best and also most evil part, too. Best: cutthroat “My name’s Pidge,” Pidge snaps. The setting sun gleams in her glasses, her brown eyes vicious and hard. “District Three. Who are you?” One of the best plot twists and cliffhangers I pulled off all year.

Worst: colors don’t fade “That’s Shiro’s number,” Commander Holt says, to the room, to his daughter, to Keith. His face is pale and equally full. Keith can barely breathe. “117-9875 is Shiro’s number. If his file’s here - if he’s in penal lockdown like my son is - then the Arena didn’t kill him after all.” Honestly it’s a good ending, I just don’t like it because I had more story to tell and ran out of time. This one’s entirely on me. There’s more here than I could get to and that irks me.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted? Bit less. I’d planned on finishing two major WIPs this summer, but grad school and The Move™ took over so much more of life than I expected.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? I wasn’t expecting to foray into ships. I also wasn’t expecting to realize how deeply I love blankets and fluff omg What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. collision :) I love the premise and I’m stupidly proud of the pacing.

Okay, NOW your most popular story. I still have to count smol!Shiro, because it’s still in progress and it still isn’t done. Catch me next year on the wrap-up, too, hopefully with a finished thing~

Story most underappreciated by the universe? daemon!AU got a little less attention than I expected, but in hindsight it was a pretty busy time for folks and the pieces were quite short.

Story that could have been better? I really wish I could’ve spent more time on colors don’t fade. There was at least one more scene I wanted to write, but I ran out of time and energy for it pre-season four, and brooke had already patiently waited long enough. I wanted to do better for her. I also am not super happy with how The Cavalry turned out, but considering I wrote it when I had bronchitis, I guess it’s not bad.

Sexiest story? I started writing ships this year, so I guess.....that? it’s really mild ship as far as ship goes, though, hardly even noticeable most of the time. I don’t read hardcore ship so I don’t know how to write it beyond pining and snuggles, and I’m comfortable with that. Saddest story? enough to endure this. Most fun? collision practically wrote itself, which was awesome. Actually, so did First Steps - I grin wildly when I reread it. I miss writing fun scenes like the first half of that story. Story with single sweetest moment? The entirety of Smol Chapter Nine is so sweet and fluffy it gives me cavities. Also I giggled like a smol child myself writing it, so.

I also am just so partial to this moment in relentless:

Winning means killing three others. No; forty-seven. The odds aren’t good. “Keith,” Shiro manages. “I brought you something,” Keith says, pulling away to dig in his pocket. “Here.” A thin beam of sunlight breaks through the window, glinting weakly off the small copper object in Keith’s hand. “Keith,” Shiro says again, his breath caught in his throat. He cups his hands beneath Keith’s; the little rusted key dangles on the string between Keith’s fingers, between their hands. “I can’t take that from you, that’s - that goes to your father’s - ” “The shack’s a dump and we both know it,” Keith says, before Shiro can. His eyes shimmer, but his chin is set firm. “I need you to take it.” “I can’t,” Shiro breathes. He can’t take his eyes off Keith. “Keith, that’s all you have.” “No, you’re all I have,” Keith corrects, and pushes the key into Shiro’s right hand.

Hardest story to write? Probably The Cavalry, just because of circumstances. I gleefully volunteered to wrap-up the series, and had fun tying all the pieces together, but the timing just wasn’t good. I had to wait until all three other pieces were complete, as well as my grad school applications, and then I got bronchitis and was traveling that same weekend....just couldn’t dedicate myself to it properly or clear my head as much as it deserved.

Easiest/most fun story to write? collision wrote itself, I swear.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters? Yes. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with writing Ulaz, and how much fun he’s been to explore and develop based off a mere ten minutes of content. I also wasn’t expecting to enjoy writing Lance as much as I did. I put off using his POV for a story until there wasn’t a choice, but he’s actually quite a fun narrator. He’s so stream-of-consciousness that he’s surprisingly easy and relatable to get into.

Most overdue story? parallel was at least a year in coming. I sat on those snippets for entirely too long.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? This year I posted my first sheith fic, and nobody died :) Which sounds irrational to someone outside the fandom, sure, but I’m glad and relieved. This year I took risks in taking prompts and learning how to answer them. That’s largely been nothing but fun, though I’ve had to learn how to say no to a few things and not feel guilty for them. It’s also been a great lesson in learning when good enough is fine and not waiting until things are perfect. Also, a fantastic way to keep writing and/or get back into it. All the prompts you’ve sent in have been motivating and fun to think about, even if I haven’t gotten to / or won’t quite get to them as I’d hoped. <3 I also learned it’s way easier to start ideas than finish them; fun, yes, but something I’m hoping to improve upon next year.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

1) Figure out a writing schedule that works with grad school, if that’s even possible. 2) Finish things, including: - The Size Of Our Actions - collision - maybe the epic star wars fic I’ve now been sitting on for a year and a half - and at least one of the AUs (Hunger Games, Star Wars, etc. or....?) 3) Boss has told me I should stop being scared of writing sick!fic

:) happy new year and 2018!

#chatty onion #onion meme #about the onion #onion writes #onion reflects #annual wrap-up #2017 #thank you all for sticking with me #i know we got a little quiet at the end of the year #and we've got a ways to go yet before that lets up #but i'm determined and hope you are too <3 #blessings upon your new year <3 #here's to a productive and happy and healthy 2018!

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littlethingwithfeathers · 6 years ago

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Writing update 7-22-19

Publishing now!

The Girl in the Garden (Complete!): a post-Endgame fix-it fic for my series “Friendship is Unnecessary.”

It’s finished! It’s finished! You can all come out now! The angst is over! It’s safe to read it! <3

Seriously... thank you to all of you who read, commented, and cheerleaded me on this one. I’ll be honest... I second-guessed myself a lot as I was writing it just because I was curious if my “fix” would be satisfying. But seeing everyone’s reactions just gave me such a confidence boost. So thank you!

Even though this is the final fic of the story, there is definitely more to come for this series. Keep your eyes peeled August 5!

Excerpt:

Despite their disparate and in some ways downright antithetical upbringings, the trio took to life on their little farm as if they had been born to it. A month's worth of days had wicked away into all sorts of mundanities and they had hardly seemed to notice. Or even be truly bothered by their sudden change of scenery and scope. Where it had been missions and world issues and equipment requisitions, now it was dishes, and laundry, and yard work. The gutters had needed cleaning before the autumn storm season, and the kitchen faucet had started leaking after about a week. There was a shed that needed clearing out and garden beds that needed weeding. And Bucky kept staring at one corner of the field in a way that made it clear to Natasha and Steve that they could probably expect to be housing goats by this time next year.

All simple problems with simple solutions. Days were spent engaged in comfortable domesticity. Chores shared and meals taken together. They were outside when the weather was nice, especially for coffee in the morning. And evenings were lost to binging reality TV that served as little more than background noise to their quiet intimacy.

Except when they watched "The Great British Bake-off." No one was allowed to talk or distract Natasha while that was on.

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Other “Friendship is Unnecessary” fics at various stages:

Stolen Season: Steve/Natasha vignettes during Endgame’s five year jump. I thought I would do a set of scenes, some sexy some not, of how we get from Steve and Natasha working together at the end of IW, to them halfway living apart at the end of the five year jump. It also covers some of the hunt for Ronin!Clint, Steve taking up the mantle of group therapist, and Natasha stepping into a role as a sort of hybrid of Cap and Nick Fury. Definitely a trip to angsty-town, but I promise to fix it in the end. The rough draft is FINISHED and being edited, and the word count currently sits at over 26k. I plan to start publishing August 5.

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Other works coming soon!

Intercalation: A Ulana/Boris/Valery fix-it fic for HBO’s Chernobyl. 39k words and counting. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. Odds are good that this will be the next big thing coming after “Stolen Season.” And it’s looking to be very big. Nine full chapters and an epilogue. 50-60k words is a rough estimate, so I’m just past the halfway point? It’s tough to say because I’m writing it very piece-meal. It’s... challenging. An arc studded with flashbacks that all pertain to character stuff... actual honest to goodness physics lectures...

Untitled Sarge/Melinda May fic: I know. I KNOW! Don’t give me that look. You’re watching the same show I am and you’re seeing what I’m seeing. This shit writes itself. I’ve been sketching on a few things, but I’ll probably wait until this season wraps up before I start planning in earnest. There will likely be some canon divergence, but I want to know if I’ve got to just wiggle the canon around a little or just do a full table-flip.

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littlethingwithfeathers · 6 years ago

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Writing Update - 7/8/19

Publishing now!

The Girl in the Garden (Chapter 5): a post-Endgame fix-it fic for my series “Friendship is Unnecessary.” It’s nearly 40k words now!

Meanwhile... back in the Soul Stone... Excerpt:

She lets herself imagine it… them with an apartment in Brooklyn again. Just like old times. Their old times. Not hers. It would be a small place, but with tall windows that they would leave open all the time so that the sunlight could spill into the apartment in wide golden swathes. Maybe they would get that record player back from Wakanda. The one Bucky had bought them for Christmas. She can see them now, dancing in the living room, revolving slowly in a brilliant shaft of sunshine with barely a breath of space between them. No room for anything or anyone anymore. There would be no need after all… not anymore...

Whatever it takes.

She reminds herself of this whenever her fancies make her sad. This is what it took. And it had worked. She knows that now. It's a sad existence for her… spinning out time with pointless training, hollow remembering, and aching whimsy. But it's only a sad existence for her. The transaction had gone through. Her life for the power to set things right. The receipt was in the trillions of lives she would never get to see…

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Other “Friendship is Unnecessary” fics at various stages:

Stolen Season: Steve/Natasha vignettes during Endgame’s five year jump. I thought I would do a set of scenes, some sexy some not, of how we get from Steve and Natasha working together at the end of IW, to them halfway living apart at the end of the five year jump. It also covers some of the hunt for Ronin!Clint, Steve taking up the mantle of group therapist, and Natasha stepping into a role as a sort of hybrid of Cap and Nick Fury. It currently sits at over 18k and climbing which puts it about 2/3 done. I’m over halfway through the third chapter of four. I anticipate it hovering somewhere between 30-40k. I’m aiming to have the first draft finished by the time I’m done publishing “The Girl in the Garden.”

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Other works coming soon!

Intercalation: A Ulana/Boris/Valery fix-it fic for HBO’s Chernobyl. 16k words and counting. Odds are good that this will be the next big thing coming after “Stolen Season.” STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.

#writing #writing update

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