#wip: a spark of magic 2

[mxxnlightwriting]

A Spark of Magic 2 (🐚) — A WIP Masterlist

— Logline —

Alice questions everything she knows as she struggles with her identity and magic abilities. Isaac tries to find some answers while he tries to escape his new predicament. Xavier questions everything he knows and wonders if it's time to reveal all the secrets he knows. (Will add full synopsis once the book is fully drafted)

age group/genre: young adult contemporary fantasy, coming of age, romance type: novel (2nd in the A Spark of Magic series) pov: dual pov, third person, past tense status: brainstorming | outlining | drafting | editing | proofreading started: october 2024 | finished: — | released/published: —

— Features —

witches, merfolk, shapeshifters, werewolves, made-up folklore, magical abilities, teenagers being teenagers, family, identity, self-acceptance, dealing with past trauma and its effects in the present, friendship, duty & honour, political themes, another dimension/realm, plot twists, secrets & more!

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> A Spark of Magic Masterlist (✨) <

[sweet-s0rr0w]

day 31 of @hprecfest - most recent fic you loved

First Watch of Night by @tackytigerfic - E, 274k, 2024 (completed, posting as a WIP every two days, on chapter 14/21)

Harry Potter defeated Voldemort at the Battle of Hogwarts on May 2nd, 1998.

But what if he didn't?

Excerpt:

“Every single time your magic sparks off Potter’s, you could be eroding the edges of the world,” Draco said. “Though I suppose there’d be no Voldemort if the very fabric of our universe is destroyed. Excellent approach to victory from Team Reckless.”

Harry hadn’t hit anyone in years, probably not since fighting with Draco himself, in school, but he wanted to so badly that he could feel the hopeful tingle of it through his palm, out into the fingertips and collecting in his balled fist.

Interrogate the feeling, Bill would say if he were here. Let yourself feel what you need to feel. Harry suspected “let yourself embrace the violent desire to punch Draco Malfoy right in his smug mouth” was not quite what Bill meant when he had gone through those mindfulness exercises with the troops last month.

“Do you know what it’s like?” Harry said, pressing his hands flat against his own thighs, bearing down into the shifting muscle, grounding himself. It felt strange to be so close to Draco’s restless body. “Being me, I mean. Do you know what it’s like?”

“I don’t even know how to answer that,” Draco said. His colour was high in the spill of moonlight, throat swallowing convulsively. “Of course I don’t.”

“Just imagine,” Harry said quietly. From next door came the low sound of laughter. Malfoy had made it to bed, then. “Imagine being in pain all the time, constant low-level pain from all the Occlumency. And all the fighting. Years of it, Draco, years and years.” Under his palms his thighs felt tense. “I’m so tired.”

Without letting himself think about what he was doing, he shifted sideways on the bed and flopped down to lying, stretching his legs, letting himself sink into the mattress. Draco’s pillow was cool and firm under his hot cheek, and he closed his eyes. After a moment he felt the bed shift as Draco wriggled back down so he was lying too. The pillow under Harry’s head dipped with the added weight of Draco’s head, and he kept his eyes closed.

How do I even start with this fic, which I'd been hearing about for two years and looking forward to for longer, and which I FINALLY got to read (and even better, to beta!) this summer?? First Watch of Night is epic in length and even more so in scope; the worldbuilding is incredible, the characters are all fully-formed - flawed, but so very loveable, and at the heart of it all is a Tacky trademark love story, so deeply-felt that it'll stay with you long after you finish the fic. Plus... Multiverse! Angst! Pining! Draco and Harry getting to know their counterparts from another (maybe familiar...?) universe! Ex-friends to enemies to maybe-friends to lovers! Sharing a room! Spy Draco! Fencing! Rosie, Harry's gorgeous goddaughter! Multiple POVs! Action scenes! Sex! Wolfstar sex! (Brief) Romione sex! Other-Drarry sex! Look, this might not be the most polished rec of all time, but if you've read any of Tacky's fics before you'll know what they're about. And you'll probably already understand why I'm raving about this fic. So go, get started now, and you might just catch up with posting in time for the epilogue! (assuming you read faster than i do)

If you read it, and especially if you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

day 7 - the best of your OTP

day 8 - a fic that was recced to you

day 9 - a WIP

day 10 - a fest/event fic

day 11 - an underrated fic

day 12 - a fic from your favourite author

day 13 - a rare pair

day 14 - a fic rated T

day 15 - a fic over 50k

day 16 - a podfic

day 17 - a fic that makes you cry

day 18 - a fic that makes you laugh

day 19 - fanart

day 20 - a fic with fanart

day 21 - a fic rated M

day 22 - a series

day 23 - a crossover or AU fic

day 24 - holiday (vacation)

day 25 - holiday (national holiday)

day 26 - a fic under 5k

day 27 - a smokin' hot fic

day 28 - a fic over 100k

day 29 - a fic rated E

day 30 the fic on tbr list i'm sorry i skipped there are just too many and it actually only sparks guilt

[seiya-starsniper]

So I've been plonking away at a new WIP that I started for @dbdcentral's Dead Boy Detectives Appreciation Week and I....am not going to have it finished before the event ends 😅😅😅

However, @five-and-dimes tagged me in the last line tag game again, and I do have a part of the fic I'm pretty proud of so far, so I'm going to share it!

This fic is meant to fill the Day 2 Prompt: Alternate Universe. The basic premise here is that while on a case, Charles gets hit by a weird spell that causes him to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Edwin are alive, human, and living together as young adults and not teenagers. Oh, and they're also together together, and Charles is...much more into it than he thought he would be 🤭

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“Good morning sleepyhead,” Edwin greets, holding out a mug to him. “Coffee?” Charles takes the cup, immediately places it down on the counter, and wraps his arm around Edwin’s waist, pulling him in for a kiss.  He likes kissing Edwin, Charles decides. Edwin’s mouth fits perfectly against his, soft and plush and warm. Edwin also tends to sigh every time their lips touch, like he’s surrendering complete control of the kiss, of himself, entirely to Charles. It’s a dizzying feeling, to be trusted so completely like this. They’d always trusted each other implicitly, in every way that mattered, but this vulnerability, this devotion, is something else entirely. “What’s gotten into you?” Edwin laughs when they pull apart. “You’re acting like we just started dating yesterday.” “Maybe I’m being nostalgic,” Charles whispers against his best friend’s mouth, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as well. He nuzzles his nose into Edwin’s, then steals another kiss. “Maybe I want to reignite that initial spark in our relationship.” “Oh please, like the spark ever went out,” Edwin replies, rolling his eyes fondly. “You’ve never been able to keep your hands off me.” “And I’m not about to start,” Charles grins, before he kisses Edwin again. Edwin lets out a surprised mmph! but otherwise does not protest to being kissed senseless once more. Breakfast and coffee can wait, Charles thinks. Nothing else more important than this.   There’s a small part of Charles that feels guilty about wanting to do this, about wanting to step into a life that did not belong to him. This was not his Edwin that he was kissing, and he was not this world’s Charles. Charles knows that if he immerses himself too much in this world, it will be that much harder for him to get out, for his Edwin to find the right spell or magic to get Charles back to his own world. If he isn't careful, Charles could even get stuck here permanently, and never be able to go back.  …But surely a few stolen kisses couldn’t hurt?

[takaraphoenix]

the Hales and their Spark? This one have unusual pairing...

Thanks for playing! ^-^

Yes, it is an unusual pairing, since I rarely ship OT3 in a v-constellation because I prefer an "all sides are involved" kinda poly arrangement but Peter/Derek is not my ship. I still want to try my hand on it though, after all, Sterek was my first OTP and Steter is my current OTP and Stiles, quite frankly, deserves a whole harem of Hales actually he is Halenip. So I really do want to try writing a Sterek+Steter-at-the-same-time fic.

But yeah, so this one is going to feature Derek and Peter more or less willingly sharing Stiles.

The idea is rooted in my Spark lore, that the Nemeton chooses a Spark to guard her land and a pack to protect both the land and the Spark. The Hales have been that pack for many generations. So the Spark and the pack Alpha are inherently linked.

That's why Stiles' magic kicked in at the rave, because it was literally the day after he officially joined the Hale Pack. Or that's my headcanon of why Stiles only displayed magic then, anyway.

So what if Peter's season 1 obsession with Stiles was the Hale Alpha instinctively recognizing his Spark?

And then season 2 happens and Stiles kind of falls for Derek during it for all of the very obvious Sterek reasons, right?

And then Peter is brought back. But. Why would he even be a beta post-resurrection? He died an Alpha. Let's keep him an Alpha.

So now the Hale Pack has two Alphas. And Stiles, who was just coming to terms with maybe having some kind of feelings for Derek, is slowly falling for Peter too, because the snark and the banter and the way they work together.

After Laura's death, and after Peter's death, things are mutually tense between Peter and Derek. Will the two be able to work through that, for the sake of the Spark they are both in love with...? (Yes. Obviously. I write romance not tragedy.)

My WIP Files

[pearlypairings]

Masterlist- Eddie x Chrissy

💐 In the Shade of Aurelias (updated 4/25) chrissy-centric || fantasy/nobility au, character study, magic || WIP 10/? commissioned fanart 1 commissioned fanart 2 ✨so much (for) stardust  stardust film-inspired || mild angst to fluffy ending, fun || 5.5k one-shot ⚰️ all good dates at the cemetery  chrissy pov || heavy angst, happy ending || inspired by that smallville cemetery scene || 3k one-shot  gifted fanart from losty and artcake 🍃 not a sound, but the wind  hurt/comfort || no vecna/upside down au || completed- 19k wc 🎨 painting (a masterpiece):  established relationship || fluff/comfort; first apartment || 4k one-shot 📜 Dear Donna,  chrissy pov || penpal letter format || canon divergent/fix-it|| completed- 8.5k wc 🧮 Meet Me at Our Spot  library meet-cute || no vecna-upside down, fast-burn || 10k one-shot  🌧️Open the Sky and Let Her Come Down  sleepover/crush confessional || pining, friends to lovers || completed- 10k wc 🤘 Do or Die  S4 fix-it || slow-burn, hurt/comfort || completed- 61k wc commissioned fanart

hellcheer prompt series: collection of drabbles, ficlets, and graphics based on one-word prompts from fic club and posted on ao3

prompt-partycrashing: lady in red

prompt-tattoo: tattoed on my heart

prompt-sewing: mending a soul

prompt-fireworks: ignite the spark

prompt- homecoming: broken curses and kept promises

*will update as fics are completed and posted on ao3

[gracebethartacc]

I want to know the lore of Dsicord's kid from your MLP rewrite

she’s still a wip (gotta make a ref) but it’s screwball :3 like from the canon mlp/the fan song daddy discord that sparked the daughter hc

All my arts so far lol she’s still new, all I know rn is discord and flutters didn’t have her the normal way but instead I like to think discord just poofed her into existence w magic bc that’s funnier 2 me, also she’ll get to be connected to the RW chancellor neighsay plot (I have a really cool animatic in my head with unleash the magic w them lol)

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for the tags @dizzymisslizzie @run-for-chamo-miles @onthewaytosomewhere & @porcelainmortal!

This year has been a busy year (not just fic wise tbh), I wrote 86,387 words across 7 fandoms thanks to Ficlet Fridays. That became a proper thing, thank you for sticking around for my silly prompts (it will be returning in the new year but the regularity of it might change cause my work year is hectic). I'm going to summarise my full fics but click here you wanna check out my ficlets. Round up under the cut ✨

January

a frightening magic I cling to | 1.7k | M

After an indulgent Christmas, Henry battles with body image issues. Alex tries to pull him from his demons the best he can.

This fic was cathartic as hell and there's a much longer sequel in the works that I'm taking my time on.

By now, I thought I'd be over it | 1k | T

Watch party at the Brownstone, Henry's got a lot of feelings and as usual, Alex filters his coffee more than his mouth. What could go wrong?

A request that I actually think I could handle better now as a writer.

Alex Vs Goodreads Trolls | 3.5k | T

Henry is in the UK for the launch of his book, leaving Alex to his own devices. He's got an internet connection & a bottle of scotch, what's the worst that could happen?

Written purely for my own enjoyment, I think this is as close to canon Alex behaviour as I've got tbh.

March

Her Royal Highness | 5k (WIP) | T

How Prince Henry ended up as a guest judge on RuPaul's Drag Race UK.

Can't believe it was so long ago I updated this! It is high priority for the new year.

Mary & George & Henry | 4.1k | M

When Mary & George is announced, a certain prince is incredibly happy about it. Henry (and Alex)'s reactions to the series.

Minimal plot, silly times. I might do another react fic cause this was fun, if anyone has ideas I'm all ears!

April

i try hard to get back inside your arms alive | 1.2k | T

Alex learns about bi-erasure.

This fic's comments are a big bi group hug and I'm so glad everyone felt comfortable sharing. 🩷💜💙

it's still reserved for me | 0.5k | T

Alex wakes up feeling poorly & the only cure is hugs from Henry, of course.

A prompted drabble, classic sick fic.

May

Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands? | 11.5k | M

Alex allows himself to finally play with gender

The beginning of my Bigender Alex AU, my beloved. This was definitely my way of processing and the response helped me so much.

You’re going to be the death of me, babygirl. | 1.3k | M

Alex has an emotional response to an online trend and Henry uses the bedroom for a moment of healing.

Part 2 of Bigender Alex AU. Inspired by Nick Galitzine chronically being called babygirl online if I'm honest!

July

I could speak (or just let my body explain) | 6.4k | M [Co-written with @run-for-chamo-miles]

Five times Alex expresses her gender publicly (+1 time he expresses himself privately).

The third installment of Bigender Alex AU & my first collaboration! Writing this with Elle was the pure escapism I needed at the time, I loved writing with them & I'm so excited to do it again hopefully in 2025.

November

lost in the revelry (lost in the make believes) | 5.1k | T

When Alex is sick with the flu and June can't make it to NYC due to a storm, she calls in Henry to help. Alex is less than pleased...

My fic for @taste-thewaste as part of the @anywhere-with-you-event. I signed up to this to challenge myself & getting to write for Amber made it a special treat.

(set the alarms my dear) there's a million lives to live. | 2.1k | E

Henry encounters the Quinn app while Alex is on vacation with some law school friends. Both Henry and Alex make some discoveries about pleasure.

The Quinn fic & my first proper Explicit fic! This fic was inspired by my own discovery of Quinn, that app & community have helped me get my creative spark back and process a lot mentally, very similar to what being in this fandom does for me too.

Digital Love Letters | 8.9k (WIP) | T

Alex and Henry are long distance (most of the time) and are soppy, horny idiots in love. [Ft. Occasional super six group chats, cheeky emails between Zahra and Shaan and our favourite agents chatting shit about the little shits they look after etc]

The fic that launched me back into fanfic and into the RWRB fandom. This is when I posted the last update, it astounds me how much love this fic has gotten. It means the world 💛

December

I caught that holiday glee, my true love gave it to me | 0.8k | T

When Alex finds out the Shelter has a staff holiday baking competition with the prize being a stay at the new suite at the Beekman hotel, he immediately dives in.

One of my drabbles for RWRB Festive Fan Fest. I can't wait to do the event even bigger & better next year cause these were a lot of fun!

All the way home I'll be warm | 0.8k | G

Snow arrives at Balmoral and Beatrice reminds Philip how to have a bit of fun. AKA older Fox siblings fluff extravaganza ❄️

Another FFF fic, and it's made me want to write more Fox siblings in the future.

We all will be together, if the fates allow | 0.4k | G

A Christmas morning for a young Henry ✨

And this FFF fic cemented my need to write more Fox family vibes. Especially more Arthur and Catherine.

Santa's comin' to town (with secrets in his hands) | 1.7k (WIP) | T (Changing this with part 2)

Percy organises a Secret Santa party and June has a tiny emotional crisis over it.

My Junora college AU! I'm praying it'll be done before the year is up and put it this way, we're going out with a bang ✨

⭐ If you've made it all the way through, firstly well done & here's a gatorade, secondly thank you for your support this year. I've not focused on my original writing as much this year but despite that I feel like my writing muscle is in great shape & thanks to fanfic I'm feeling up to getting the book into shape. As a thank you, I'm going to leave you with the WIP list, and we're dipping into other fandoms babyyyy! ⭐

WIP List

A Siren Song (Accompaniment: Heartstrings) | RWRB | Sequel to a frightening magic I cling to

alex_u_want_him_2_dick_u_down.pdf | RWRB | Inspired by NFWMB by @cricketnationrise

Spooky Ballet AU | RWRB

Bigender Alex AU: Part 4 | RWRB

Henry's White Gay Guy Privilege | RWRB

Her Royal Highness | RWRB

Last Year's Songs Still Holding Up | Young Royals | 10 years in the future, Simon meets the kid who had his photo taken with him

the lean and hungry type | RWRB | Alex discovers dentists know when you've given a blow job & is a lil shit to Henry

The Prince & He | RWRB | The Prince & Me AU that I've teased for too long

Trans Alex PWP | RWRB | Coming veryyyyy soon

Tristan's Bisexual Awakening | Doctor Odyssey | the way this show is rotting my brain, definitely won't be the last fic I write about Doc O

Troye Sivan Collab | RWRB | not writing with the Australian pop prince unfortunately but this is another collab I'm very excited to eventually get to.

Big Feelings & Big Sister | RWRB | The boys' wedding day from June & Bea's POV

Quinn Fic Sequel | RWRB | the interest in this was insane so of course I gotta give the people what they want

Tag You're It: @taste-thewaste @thighzp @emmalostinwonderland @royal-chandler @suseagull5914 @judasofsuburbia @seths-rogens & Open tag 💛

[magiciansfanworksextravaganza]

Warm Up Masterlist and Wrap-Up

We're so thrilled you've all joined us on this journey! From December 1 through our extension day December 8, 2024, twelve creators provided us with forty-three individual entries to Warm Up! This included thirteen artworks and thirty short written works of fic (and/or poetry, in two cases). They're all listed below for you to enjoy anytime.

The challenge focused on micro Magicians fanworks of all types, welcoming both new works and additions to existing WIPs. The “warm up” theme could include vibes that are warm, cozy, related to winter, being hot (in any sense of that word), warming up or preparing for a big event, just starting out in something like magic, and other creative takes. Read more about Warm Up.

To all creators: Thank you so much for sharing your talents with us! We're so delighted and honored! It's been such a joy seeing your work emerge and creating alongside you! (Please let us know if any corrections are needed to your information below.)

To all fans: We appreciate you so much! Your encouragement keeps us going! Please stop by and like/kudos and/or comment wherever you feel so moved!

And thank you so very much to our team of mods for making this event a reality with your knowledge, skills, hard work, kindness, and generosity of spirit! Our team includes: @eliotqueliot, @magicians4time, @museinabsentia, @state-of-being, and @unlifeira.

Our challenge took place on Tumblr and AO3. Some of the works (especially art) may appear only on Tumblr. Additionally, some creators may prefer you encounter their work first on a specific platform. So, due to Tumblr restrictions on the number of links in a post: If the work is on more than one platform, the title links to the creator's preference, with the alternate platform listed afterwards. Creators are tagged to their Tumblr profile. We'll name their AO3 handle as well, but if their work also has an AO3 link, please use that to find their profile.

Please also visit the AO3 Warm Up Subcollection, which includes twenty-three distinct titles (many of these individual works include multiple pieces created especially for Warm Up, with a note at the start of each work/relevant chapter letting you know what's included). This collection also preserves the guidelines of the challenge.

And now, without further ado...our very esteemed credits for our very first challenge!

Warm Up 2024 (in order of appearance)

Bad Girls (Fic, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

In Family Found, Chapter 1 (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Perfect Warm Home, Chapter 1 (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @lovequeliot (AO3: LoveQueliot)

Time for a Break (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @lasouris-r (AO3: LaSourisRousse)

In Family Found, Chapter 2 (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Eliot tucks in Quentin and Teddy (Art, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

Mosaic Haiku, Chapter 15 (Poetry, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

A lighthouse at the edge of Lethe (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @lasouris-r (AO3: LaSourisRousse)

In Family Found, Chapter 3 (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Break the World (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @unlifeira (AO3: EiraLloyd)

Queliot coronation ceremony (Art, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

Something Borrowed (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Empty Nest, Warm Bed (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @museinabsentia (AO3: muse_in_absentia)

Warm Up Collage (Collage/Art) by @un-salted (AO3: unsalted)

Let's move to California (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @lasouris-r (AO3: LaSourisRousse)

Kitty-Cat (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @unlifeira (AO3: EiraLloyd)

Queliot foxes (Art, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

La Promesse (Art) by @vooruitmariek (AO3: fearlesstogether)

Start (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @unlifeira (AO3: EiraLloyd)

A spark of life (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @lasouris-r (AO3: LaSourisRousse)

"Hey. I, umm…" (Warming Up at the Mosaic) (Art, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

Questing Queliot (Art) by @vooruitmariek (AO3: fearlesstogether)

"Oh, my god. Magic!" (Art, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

Hand Over Heart (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Queliot Mosaic (Art) by @vooruitmariek (AO3: fearlesstogether)

Ice (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @unlifeira (AO3: EiraLloyd)

Five Times Zelda Played with Fire (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @state-of-being (AO3: OneSeriousLady)

Follow the light (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @lasouris-r (AO3: LaSourisRousse)

Treasure Hunt (are we getting warmer?) (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @lasouris-r (AO3: LaSourisRousse)

Drawings + Warmups (Art) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Eliot and Quentin face the First Portal (Art, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

First meetings (Art) by @vooruitmariek (AO3: fearlesstogether)

Hand Over Heart, Chapter 2 (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Hand Over Heart, Chapter 3 (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Hand Over Heart (Epilogue) (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

Going South, Chapter 9, Warm Up: Interlude 2 (Fic, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

The Fires We See (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @magicians4time (AO3: Librarity)

Old Eliot and Quentin Laughing Together at the Mosaic (Art, also on AO3) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

Perfect Warm Home, Chapter 2 (Fic) by @lovequeliot (AO3: LoveQueliot)

Eliot Visits a Haunted Mormon Sex Dungeon (Fic) by PhantomNightjar (AO3)

Plum Wine (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @violetsarepurple-fuckyou (AO3: violetsarefuckingpurple)

This Slope is Treacherous (Fic) by @mysticmuse27 (AO3: MysticMuse27)

Going South, Chapter 11: Warm Up Interlude 3 (Fic, also on Tumblr) by @eliotqueliot (AO3: EliotQueliot)

CONGRATULATIONS TO EVERYONE, AND SO MANY THANKS!!!

[thatonebirdwrites]

"Promise" WIP Fics

Oh hey, an ask game, sort of! Thanks for the tag @luthordamnvers

I have too many WIPs. I'll do around 3 or 4 Supercorp and 2 Original fiction. Enjoy!

Link to Original Post.

Near the end of Act 3 for Unraveling Realities:

A sonic boom echoes in the air and the trees whip back and forth at the passage of a human-like bullet. A figure in black hovers in the air above her, the violet energy crackles around her form, and the sun dims from the grey fog.

“Lena.” The voice doesn’t even sound like Kara. The accent thick and not quite like Red Daughter’s. Lena isn’t entirely sure who came — Power? Red Daughter? Some other personality that Kara has hidden away?

“Hi.” Lena attempts a smile. “Will you come down to talk?”

“Who do you call, Lena?” The Kara-like person drifts closer. Her eyes glow a deep violet. “Kara? Do you truly think she exists still?”

Lena raises an eyebrow. “Interesting choice of words. To whom am I speaking then?”

Violet lightning sparks in her hands, but she floats closer, her feet nearly touching the ground. “Who I am is not important. My deeds speak for me.”

She’s almost close enough. “Everyone has a name,” Lena says with a hint of flirtation in her voice. That tone always got Kara to blush in the past. “If you’re so shy, I can promise not to tell anyone.” She leans closer and holds out a hand.

A faint pulse of her magic tickles her palm from deep within Kara’s body.

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Floor is Lava (writing it with @nottawriter)

“So you know Kelly Olsen? I’m buddies with her through work contacts. She is the fiance of Alex Danvers. I’ve only met Alex a few times, but I think she might have a sister. I don’t recall her name though."

“Huh. If they’re related, then dang, what a small world we live in.” Lena chose the dark violet thread for the shirt. If she was going to mend it, she might as well stitch fun patterns for Lori. She loved the designs Lena came up with. It was a fun hobby that kept her hands busy. Especially as she promised her therapist she’d not work on her days off. That wasn’t an easy task. Already her mind was drifting back toward some of the architect projects she was working on with colleagues.

“It’d be awesome if so! So when is this date? What’re you going to wear? Where’re you going?”

Lena laughed at Sam’s eagerness. “Sam! We haven’t decided on that. Kara suggested it, but she had to head out to her next client I presume. She said she’d call.” Part of her was worried that Kara wouldn’t call her. That maybe it was too much of a dream come true. A beautiful woman who was good with Lori? Who seemed kind and generous?

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Where Do We Go From Here? (Worldkiller Kara, still debating how to end this one, but it'll eventually go onto AO3):

"I need to be locked up." A hopelessness coats her voice. She turns and winces at the shattered table and microscope. Zips forward, and before Lena can say a word, she stands in the center of the room with the power dampening handcuffs. "Please, put this on me."

Lena winces as she pushes herself off the floor. Each step feels like a mile, her body aching from the attack prior. She doesn't want to do this, but what she just experienced has made it clear Kara isn't safe right now.

She takes the cuffs and looks at Kara. "I promise you I’ll fix this," she says, firmly. "You and Sam are going to get through this alive, okay?" She clips the dampeners over Kara's wrists and adjusts the settings to its max. "I won't stop until you're both cured."

Kara smiles, sadly. "I know. I trust you."

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Anamchara (I posted the start of this on Tumblr in response to an ask by someone, but am still working on it off and on. Full story will eventually go on AO3):

"Yes," Lena replied, which Kara dimly noted answered none of her questions. Turning toward the bar again, Lena tapped the counter three times.

The bartender walked over with a smile, their blue skin glistened with sweat, and in their six-fingered hand, they cleaned a glass. "We'd like the Anamchara please."

The bartender narrowed their eyes. "You sure about that? Pretty permanent stuff."

Lena waved her hand. "I've heard the rumors that it’s magic to find one’s soulmate. I promise you I’ve researched this thoroughly." She gently touched Kara's arm. "Companion here agreed, right darling?"

Kara nodded. "Sure thing. Let's do the Anamchara." She downed the rest of her rum, her brain even foggier.

And that was the last thing Kara remembered.

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Original Fiction: Telemores (set in Elivera world; note that Mǔmoshǔ's pronouns are vi/vir/vis):

“Must say this case boggled my mind,” Visikar admitted. “Never heard of stealing energy to ‘ascend,’ which still makes no sense to me. Were they trying to be immortal?”

“Perhaps.” Vi thought through past cases. Ability abuse was one of their specialties and often why vi got transferred to a new city or town to assist local justice councils. Most cases were never this dire. “Must review Anata’s notes to see her definition. Let us hope there is not more like her.”

Visikar frowned and took a swig of her alcoholic drink. “We’ll find them if there are.”

Mǔmoshǔ listened to the quiet hum of muffled conversation from the other stalls, the wooden walls between each table not quite thick enough to muffle all sound waves. “Visikar, ready to honor your promise? Tale of the statue in garden?” Mǔmoshǔ took a sip of the Niaz tea.

Visikar smiled. “Sure can.”

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Original Fiction: Dragios Twins: The Lost Ones (from Chapter 1):

She pressed her forehead against my shoulder. Her silence made me more and more scared. She was thinking about death again. I was sure of it.

"Kia, please."

She lifted her head. "Promise me that no matter what happens, you will find the truth." Anxiety clutched my stomach at her words. "Just… I want to help. Because so much don't add up. Your Mom. Her sister. All those secrets they got. And that specialist. Oh, gosh, this weird music and our synced dreams. We're gonna need a list for it all." Kia shook her head. "I'm not saying this well."

"Don't." I protested. "You're better. Remember no negative self-talk?"

Kia smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes this time. "My biggest supporter. I'm in remission, sure. But I didn't wanna say, but my check-up Friday was odd. Sure, doctor said it was possibly nothing, but something has 'em rankled. Secrets again." She laughed, but there was a bitter edge to it.

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And that's it for now. I have a few other original fiction works I'm working on, but funnily enough they didn't have the word promise in them. Huh.

I'm not sure who to tag that hasn't already been tagged. I guess no-pressure tags for: @nottawriter, @kj-yikes @s-nebul0sa @sssammich and anyone else who'd like to play.

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Chapter One

5 Years Old

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The other Time Traveler's Wife AU.

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Feyre/Rhysand

Rating: Mature

Triggers: (see AO3 tags for details)

Chapters: 2, 3 (WIP)

Length: 671 words

Companion Work to: Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Happy Birthday to me! Here’s a project I’ve been working on for what seems like forever! 💜

He thinks her a spirit when he sees her. A star goddess come down to Prythian like the stories his mother read to him. She is so very pretty, his Star Lady, her glowing white skin silvered by the moonlight and her eyes shining brighter than the jewels in his mother’s crown. 

“Hello Rhys,” the goddess said. 

As if she already knew him. 

As if they already were very good friends. 

But Rhys was so sure he would’ve remembered such a creature. She was so very pretty. Prettier, even, than his mother—the prettiest lady in all of Prythian. 

“Do I know you Lady?” 

The Star Lady smiled softly. It was the same sort of smile his mother gave him, patient and kind. 

“No. I don’t think so,” she confessed, before her smile turned mischievous. “But perhaps one day you will.” 

“Oh,” he said, quite confused. Weren’t they meeting now? 

He noticed then, the soft curve of her stomach. 

Young he may have been, but Rhys knew what that telltale curve meant. He had seen it on his own mother only a few months before. A sibling she had said. A new brother or sister for him, carried deep in her belly until it was safe for them to come out. And Rhys, lonely child that he was, had been so very excited. So filled with hope and joy at the thought of a sibling to love. 

But then, one day, his mother had tearfully told him that there would be no brother or sister. And, over the following days and weeks, he had watched her stomach grow flat and empty once more. The promise it had held, of a better future, vanished. As if it had never been there at all. 

His mother had refused to speak on the subject ever since. 

“Are you…is it a baby?” Rhys asked awkwardly, gesturing towards her stomach. 

The Star Lady smiled at him. A blinding, joyful smile that warmed him down to the very marrow of his bones. 

“Soon,” she nodded happily. “A boy.” 

She looked at him strangely then, as if this were supposed to mean something to him. And for some reason…it did. He didn’t know exactly why, but he felt strangely…protective of her. This Star Lady and the glowing spark he felt pulsing away happily in her belly. There was a deep sort of kinship there. One he didn’t quite understand but he nonetheless he felt comforted by. 

“Did you name him?” He asked curiously. 

She smiled. 

“Nyx,” she said softly. Reverently. “We named him Nyx.” 

Nyx. Like the old Night goddess his mother told him about. 

“Would you like to feel?” She asked. And, at his shy nod, she gently trapped his hand between her own and the curve of her belly. He marveled over just how…hard her stomach was—instead of soft as he had expected. 

And then he felt it. A fluttering little pulse under her skin. Like an erratic sort of heartbeat. 

“Oh!” 

He nearly snatched his hand away in surprise. 

“He knows you’re there,” the Lady said warmly. “He recognizes you.” 

Years from now, he will think back on those words. And puzzle over them. For how could a babe in the womb recognize a child he had yet to meet? But for now Rhys was simply enthralled with this little flickering life underneath his palm and the mysterious lady who sheltered it like The Mother made flesh.  

He felt something else then, a stranger sort of magic, even deeper than the flickering little spark in her belly. 

The Star Lady smiled down at him apologetically. 

“I have to go now,” she said softly. “But we’ll meet again soon.” 

“Do you promise?” He didn’t know why he was so…desperate to see her again. He’d only just met her. She was a stranger to him. 

And yet…it felt like they’d always known each other. 

And always would.

“I promise.”

And then, between one blink and the next, she was gone. 

Next Chapter

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Thanks for reading! 💜

[mxxnlightwriting]

happy sts :]

if your characters were to gain elemental powers, which would they gain? and why? if they already have them, which other power would fit them?

writblr: @vsnotresponding

Hi V! I hope you're well. Happy STS to you as well ☺️

So, this is a great question and one I'll answer for A Spark of Magic!

In A Spark of Magic, there are several magical orders, but witches are the ones who have elemental magic! Alice, the main character, is a Forger, meaning she can control/manipulate fire and light. But if she wasn't a Forger, she'd be a Bloomer, like her father. Bloomers can control/manipulate Flaura.

I say this because of several factors:

Alice was born during the Spring Equinox

Magic is hereditary in this universe (but some lineage's genes are more Dominant than others, which is why Alice is a Forger)

She really finds comfort in nature, even if her relationship with it is one of love-hate.

As for the other characters who aren't witches in this universe, I'd say Xavier (who is a shapeshifter) would be a Windsperer (Windsperers can control both water and air currents, and he'd use these abilities to spy for sure) and Isaac (who is a merfolk) would also be a Bloomer!

I hope this was somehow a satisfying answer! I wish you a lovely day/night!

[aetherflowers]

Words with Friends - 6/2

Thank you so much for hosting this, @hedwigoprah!

The word this week is: Avarice

Definition (noun): 1. Excessive or inordinate desire of gain; greed for wealth 2. Inordinate desire for some supposed good

I've been posting a lot of fluff so today I've been working on angst after completing Trespasser last night.

Approx 850 words; still very much a WIP.

When had it begun, a week or a month ago? Time had moved so quickly leading up to the Exalted Council that she couldn’t even remember the night she had jolted awake, gasping for air with her hand on fire. Cullen had roused - despite his ability to sleep improving, he was still a light sleeper - and looked her over with concerned, golden eyes because she couldn’t articulate what was wrong. “Nightmare?” He guessed, when he could find no visible wound save for her wild eyes. She had nodded with a strained smile so she didn’t worry him. The anchor wasn’t spitting magic like it had those first few days, but the ache ran up her whole arm. Then as soon as it came it was gone, and she let him pull her back to the mattress and soothe her back to sleep with his fingers in her hair.

“I can offer elfroot, if it happens again,” a healer had said the next day, when she’d snuck in for an exam. Instead she shook her head and thanked the mage. The surgeon had offered to help realign her humors; another thing she politely declined. Since the Breach had stabilized, the anchor had not hurt her - apart from the short time she was in the future - and despite her time being spent closing rifts across Thedas for the last two years, she had not even thought about those early days. 

By the next morning, the beds of her nails began to darken and she had known, somehow, that something was very wrong.

The next thing she’d done was call for Charter. If the anchor was going to start acting up, it was even more imperative to find Solas. Her spies had been searching from that first night he had disappeared, but she bid them to redouble their efforts. The elf had given her a long, appraising look in response, and for a moment she had seen Leliana in the expression. If Charter had suspicions - and she likely did, Eve knew - she’d said nothing and promised to do her best.

She had not told anyone what was happening, partially because she wanted to pretend it was nothing, but mostly because she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Cullen most of all deserved to know, but he had done so much healing the last two years; how could she break his heart when it was finally beginning to heal? What was she even supposed to say? How were you supposed to tell the person you loved that you were dying?

If he’d known, he never would have agreed to the Council, and that would be worse for everyone, she told herself. She got a new pair of gloves to replace the fingerless ones she normally wore, and everyone was so busy preparing they had not noticed the way she began to hide her marked hand beneath tables or behind her back. When the prickling sensation flared, she excused herself to hide the sparking and sputtering magic that made her gasp in pain. 

By the time they had rode into Halamshiral, she could almost smile through it.

“It’s biting, stinging, ravenous,” Cole had said softly when she saw him. “It wants to swallow you whole.”

Brows furrowed, she had nodded and clenched her fist around it. 

“I can’t heal this hurt.” He had looked at her with such sorrow that her vision had blurred with tears that she swallowed back. “I’m sorry.”

After he had sat with her while she composed herself. Everyone was so happy to see her. She had spent her life compartmentalizing parts of herself, so she had boxed up the sorrow and the fear and buried it. She would not steal their joy.

Dorian was the same way with the news of his father’s passing. If people found out, he played it off with a smile and a shrug. He had waited until they were alone to open up about it, and they had gone through a bottle of wine as he worked through the complicated emotions tied up with it. So when Cullen asked her to marry him, and she selfishly said yes, she had gone directly to the Tevinter mage. When she showed him her hand - the skin grey, nails black, and anchor swirling around her palm like the twisting lines of the orb that seared its magic into her - he had hissed in a breath. In those early days of the Council, it had only just begun to creep above her wrist, and he had helped her hide anything that peeked from around her gloves with magic and powders.

All of her life she had been terrified of inheriting her parents’ avarice, but it wasn’t until that moment she realized she had. It was not wealth or power that she soaked up like a flower in sunlight, always hungry for more, but love–the one thing she had been denied from them. If she were a good person - a considerate one - she would have let him go as soon as she suspected what was happening. Instead she married him with a smile on her face and a secret in her heart.

[takaraphoenix]

🍪🍪🍪 my official ask for the Stalion WIPs 🍪🍪🍪

THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING! ^-^ *munches on the cookies*

There are currently seven Stalion fics in my WIP folder:

The FBI Liaison, the Mischief Monday for December 2nd

Future fic more or less in-universe, but with the canon divergence of the Alpha Pack being good and working for the Magic Council, having gone to Beacon Hills during 3A to evaluate Derek as an Alpha.

Years later, they are sent to work with an FBI liaison of the council's. Neither of them are thrilled because usually council liaisons who work for the US government are stuck up and annoying.

Until they meet the agent and realize it's Stiles.

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The Overbooked Council Convention, originally a Mischief Monday but has since been upgraded to Wednesday Oneshot, to be posted on December 11th

I actually posted a sneak peek for this fic already, but here's the premise: Also the twist of the Alpha Pack being good and working for the Magic Council, also a future fic. But in this, Stiles was pushed out of the McCall Pack after Donovan and has been traveling the US on his own for the past three years, working as a freelancer for a bit before he got recruited by the Magic Council.

Every year, the council gathers all its representatives for a convention, an open exchange. This year is the first Stiles attends as an official representative. And the council somehow overbooked the hotel, many left without a room. Thankfully, other participants are willing to share.

Deucalion is willing to share with Stiles. Stiles is glad that Deuc is so generous and he's happy to see the Alpha Pack again, had missed them all. What Stiles doesn't know is that Deucalion's pack had come back to Beacon Hills only weeks after he had left the town, weeks after graduation, because Deucalion had every intention of courting the Spark. Finally, Deucalion has found his chosen again and this time, he wasn't going to let Stiles slip away so easily.

(This story started as a poor excuse to write "there's only one bed" with Stalion and then I developed feels and grew attached to the mentor/mentee Marin-Stiles dynamic and now I'm sitting at 7k and they still haven't gone to bed...)

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The Demon Wolf's Distraction, an upcoming Mischief Monday

Part of the promised "at least a dozen 'Deucalion rolls into town with A PLAN but then Stiles fully hijacks that' fics" I talked about in the A/N of Smells So Sweet.

The Alpha Pack comes to town to evaluate the Hale Pack and while doing so, a curious Spark seems to be spending an awful lot of time with them. Deucalion finds Stiles far more interesting than the local pack and is soon enthralled by the inquisitive, powerful boy.

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Sexed Up By the Demon Wolf, an upcoming Mischief Monday

Not to repeat myself, but good Alpha Pack comes to town to evaluate Derek. The Darach starts sacrificing virgins and Stiles grows very, very nervous about his v-card and the lack of willing people to take it. Deucalion has no idea how anyone could say no to that, but he is more than happy to help Stiles out.

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Revenge Is a Meal for Two, an upcoming Mischief Monday

In this one, the Alpha Pack comes neither because of the Magic Council nor for Derek or Scott at all. Deucalion is exclusively there to get his revenge on Gerard Argent. Him and his pack want to kill the man, but they come just in time of the season 2 finale and Gerard slithering away, so they go and track him down.

Stiles, bitter and vengeful after he got kidnapped and tortured by Gerard, isn't going to let the bastard get away either and tracks him down too.

They meet for the first time when they find Gerard and kill him together.

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How to Seduce Your Best Friend's Alpha, an upcoming Wednesday Oneshot

Stronger AU on this one; Deucalion's pack isn't an Alpha Pack, they're a regular pack - and they're not located in the US. They never come to Beacon Hills at all, instead they're the London Pack Jackson relocates to.

After the Nogitsune, Stiles and Jackson form a long-distance friendship because Stiles finds that he has an easier time talking to the former kanima about the possession than anyone else. Jackson just gets it, in a way nobody else does.

So after graduation, Stiles packs up and moves to London with Lydia to be with Jackson. That's when Stiles meets Deucalion, Jackson's Alpha, and quickly falls for the handsome, charming, powerful man.

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Get Out of Hell (to Find a Demon), an upcoming Wednesday Oneshot

Canon divergence where the Alpha Pack never comes to Beacon Hills at all, but they are the pack Boyd and Erica run into when they flee the town. They join the pack, train with them and along the way, kill two rogue Alphas to gain Alphahood themselves and thus, their permanent place in the pack. All the while, they stay in contact with Stiles, texting and calling him.

When Stiles kills Donovan and Scott won't believe him, Stiles doesn't know what to do or who to turn to, so he calls Erica and Boyd. His friends come to pick up the pieces and the Demon Wolf opens his den to his pack members' friend, without knowing what he signs up for or how much Stiles was going to grow on him.

[needfantasticstories]

3 excerpts from a WIP dedicated to @la-sera and her gorgeous Downfall Duo Art

(The whole thing is long, so I wanted to share the parts you'd probably like best.)

1 - Chain vs Ghirahim and Yiga Clan

2 - Legend goes crazy looking for Rulie

3 - Delayed reunion with Rulie

Blood and Blade (4820 words) by SkipBreaker Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sky/Sun (Linked Universe), Flora/Wild (Linked Universe), Malon (Legend of Zelda)/Time (Linked Universe) Characters: Sky (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe), Hyrule (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Link (Legend of Zelda), Wind (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Yiga Clan (Legend of Zelda), Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Sky (Linked Universe)-centric, Hyrule (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Sky (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, BAMF Legend (Linked Universe), Ghirahim Being Ghirahim (Legend of Zelda), Hyrule (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, Hyrule (Linked Universe) Has a Blood Curse, Good Older Sibling Warriors (Linked Universe), Mentioned Cia (Legend of Zelda) Series: Part 2 of WildSkyRule Summary: Ghirahim continues his quest to revive his master. Others have the same goal.

In Wild's Hyrule

“Traveler! Legend!” Four shouted in warning. 

“Oh look, I’ve found a little bird,” Ghirahim laughed. 

Legend? Sky turned to see Legend on the ground, knocked on his back by two pillars of earth the Yiga blademasters had shot up from the ground. They lifted their blades to strike him, but Legend was already swinging his leg to sweep their feet. He seemed to be holding his own. So who… 

Another shout from the road nearby, far more desperate, drew his eye. 

"Traveler!" Sky yelled. His heart beat too fast, the sound pounding in his ears. 

��Hyrule struggled desperately, pinned against the demon’s chest. The young traveler’s shield magic barely kept the barrage of black diamond blades at bay, but he was quickly wearing out from the effort. 

“Let him go!” Sky screamed as Ghirahim slowly stepped backwards, “Rulie! Thunder!”

One of Ghirahim’s arms released Hyrule as he reached for something at his side, giving Hyrule just enough room to slip an arm out and raise it high to cast Thunder. 

But the demon yanked his hand back and looped thin, crimson ropes over his wrists with rapid precision, like a spider weaving silk on a fly. 

“No!”  Legend yelled when he toppled both Blademasters and saw his successor, his little brother, trapped.  

Hyrule gasped and writhed as the red rope touched him, and tightened. Sparks of his Thunder spell fizzled and died as it throbbed with dark purple light. 

Hyrule grew pale and his eyelids drooped, half-closed, as magic drained from him. The rope cinched his wrists tighter together as the daggers turned outward, circling defensively around the demon and his prey. 

“Get off him!” Legend roared, but red flashes appeared in a circle around the Vet. When he tried to run past, two Yiga soldiers intercepted his path before he could gain enough speed with even a single step, and they shoved him back into the Blademasters. They wrestled him, grappling over tempered blade

“No!” Hyrule yelled, his eyes flashed open in terror for Legend before drooping again as the red ropes pulsed.

“What do you want with them?” Twilight demanded, searching the demon’s barrier for weak points and finding none. Goddesses, I miss Midna! She would strangle this clown and we’d be halfway to the stable by now.

“Oh, they don’t know about your ability, little fairy?” Ghirahim crooned in Hyrule’s ear. 

Hyrule closed his eyes tight, trying to hide his terror. He shook his head, then yelled as fast as he could, “He wants my bl–mmmph!” His words cut off as Ghirahim clapped a spindly hand over his mouth and chin. 

“You really never told them! Ha ha ha! How fortunate! I suppose that will be a mystery for the heroes to puzzle over on their own.”

“His blood revives Gannon!” Legend finished for him, and found two more huge Blademasters between him and the other Links.

There was no time to process.

Wild shot three arrows at the tall demon’s head. With a flippant wave of his fingers, the hovering knives transformed into a shimmering barrier and blocked them. 

Wild switched arrows. If ever there was ever a time to use his last ancient arrow, untouched since his fight with Gannon, it was now.

 “We need to get over there!” Wild yelled, knocking the arrow and swapping for Revali’s bow. Yet each time they tried to push closer, the Yiga rushed for Wild and the others stopped to defend him. 

Wild found an opening at last, and aimed for Ghirahim’s head, exhaled, and released the ancient arrow. 

A Yiga footsoldier appeared in the ancient arrow’s path. The soldier disappeared while the rest charged. Growling, Wild pulled out electric arrows instead. At least he had 200 of those. 

Throughout this, Legend wrestled his attackers, resisting them as much as they pressed him back, his power bracelets a force equal to their size. He kept them so off-balance that each slice and stab missed, and his boots dragged them quickly at whiplash speeds, steadily moving closer to Hyrule, but the assassins clung to him desperately, grappling for his arms. Wild and Twilight tried to pick off attackers, but Legend lurched unpredictably.

As he stopped to breathe, three fresh Yiga Blademasters appeared beside Legend and the four surviving attackers. 

Twilight, Wind and Four reached them at the same moment. 

“Subdue him already, fools,” The demon groused to the Yiga soldiers.

The Links redoubled their efforts to reach the pair.

Sky looked back to Hyrule, who had slumped in the demon's arms.

“Coward!” Sky yelled, breaking from Wild, Warrior, and Time.

“So much magic in this one, Skychild!” Ghirahim sang from another direction. He disappeared from the back of their group to the crossroad far ahead. He hefted the now unconscious teen in his arms.

“No!” Sky roared, just as lightning finally flashed above and struck the sword, but in the same instant Ghirahim and Hyrule had vanished in a cloud of obsidian diamonds. His skyward strike flew through empty air. 

Always too late, Sky thought. He felt sick. Couldn’t breathe. 

“Rulie!” Legend yelled, but the distraction cost him. The Yiga swarmed him like ants. One Blademaster struck the sword from his hand and another two pinned both his arms back. A fourth blocked Wild and Twilight’s shots with a shield.

“Ledge!” Wind warned too late, and Sky watched, frozen, as two Blademasters held the panting veteran still, brown ropes in the hands of a third, before they too disappeared. 

Where is Crimson? Sky thought numbly, standing alone where Hyrule and Legend had been. He had to fly…no, to run…to find them... but where did they go? 2. Legend's Escape

When the Yiga took Legend, they had not accounted for two facts: Legend’s arsenal of weapons, and his willingness to single-handedly burn down the entire hideout wile still inside it.  

“Where did you take him!?” Legend demanded, blasting his fire rod at the Yiga soldiers dancing away from his blasts, narrowly escaping a fiery end. 

“You’re the only one we got, you idiot!” A footsoldier shouted as she fired an arrow at Legend. She missed him entirely in her panic at the creeping flames, “you’re going to die with us if you keep lighting everything on fire!”

Alone within the enemy’s stronghold, he found no reason to hold back. 

 Legend grinned, and sent another blast into their supply of bananas. The soldiers scrambled to dodge and tried in vain to put out the flames before their whole stock burned. Legend sent back a few more blasts as he ran to the next room.

No Hyrule here, only more idiots, he realized as he entered a sparse training room. He chased the few soldiers out and continued his hunt from room to room, Pegasus boots moving him past the guards who shouted at him, the more persistent ones getting a blast of fire to the face before he continued his search. They popped in and out around him, but he hardly gave them a chance to materialize before blasting them

3. Reunion

(several days later, on a second sweep of the Yiga base with backup)

Wild, Twilight, and Legend appeared at the shrine by the Yiga base in the dead of night. 

The place was a wreck. Not a single Yiga appeared to stop them. 

“What the hell did you do, Ledge?” Twilight marveled. 

Wild surveyed the damage, some wall chunks blasted halfway to the bottomless pit where Master Khoga accidentally died while trying to kill him. 

“Hey, I don’t remember doing all this, okay? Could have been someone else,”

They both raised an eyebrow at him.

“Dinraal herself wouldn’t unleash this much destruction,” Wild smiled. 

“The Gerudo don’t like them either, little vai,” he scoffed, and looked around the piles of scorched boulders for an opening. 

“Hey, Twi’,” Wild pointed at the wall to their left. The once smooth canyon wall now showed a hidden hallway passage between blasted walls.

“I’m pretty sure that was me,” Legend confessed, “That’s just what we need, actually. It’s familiar. It leads to the prison cells,” He marched that way. “I hope they didn't reset their traps. I’d hate to have to blast them all over again,”

Wild followed. 

A rumble of thunder made them all slow and look to the sky.

A bright moon shone over a cloudless night.

“You heard that too, right?” Wild asked.

“Like…Thunder?” Twilight answered.

They raced inside.

(shortly after)

“Hyrule!” 

 He froze at Legend’s familiar yell. 

There, through the doorway, ran Legend, Twilight and Wild. 

He could hardly believe his eyes, but his thoughts had already turned to what he’d been running from.

“It’s Gannon!” Hyrule yelled as he raced to meet them, “We have to go!”

Legend grabbed the projectile that was Hyrule in his arms and nearly crashed into Wild as the debris ahead exploded. Twilight threw a blue Sheikah bomb at the broken hall which Wild set off as they ran.

Around the corner, Wild yelled, “Pull in close!”

They huddled together as blue tendrils encircled and took them out of reach of the red lights popping into view all around. The Yiga didn’t even finish materializing before the Links were gone. 

They reappeared in the cold, waving grass of Hyrule field.

“Hyrule, what the hell!” Legend’s voice trembled slightly as he gripped Hyrule’s arms and took in the state of his successor: the red thread around his throat like a line of blood, the strange white clothes, the chains, and the bruises all over him, but nothing lethal. He sighed in relief. 

“Just in case,” Twilight released a fairy. 

She zipped out and rushed around Hyrule with rapid squeaks, healing the few scrapes and bruises he’d earned climbing in the rubble. 

She chittered at the red cord on his neck before flying off. 

Before the fairy danced off into the night, Legend had pulled Hyrule into a ferocious hug. 

“I can’t believe we found you, Rulie,” he began with a growl that ended in a sob. 

Hyrule sat stunned for a moment, his tired mind catching up to the rush of events. He could feel his friend, smell his magic and sweat, the cool night air, the feel of the sturdy red tunic under his hands. He clutched him fiercely back. This wasn’t a dream. Hyrule grabbed fistfulls of the familiar tunic, and his chest swelled. 

“I’m sorry,” Hyrule sobbed into his friend’s neck, “I tried, but they brought him back! I couldn’t stop them. I'm so sorry!”

Legend pulled back and grabbed his face and looked at him fiercely. Hyrule’s heart tightened, ready for his wrath.

“It’s not your fault people are trying to destroy the world, Rulie,” his red, watering eyes made Hyrule’s heart ache, “We should have found you sooner. I’m sorry,”

Twilight and Wild placed a hand on Hyrule’s shoulder as well. He let Legend lean his forehead on his own, and they sat like that until both of them caught their breath as they sat in the cool grass. 

[ripplestitchskein]

Tagged by @thisisevenharderthannamingablog , thank you my friend!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 21

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 358,747 1/3 is that is Light of All Lights

3. What fandoms do you write for? It depends on what my hyperfixation is but right now just Stolitz. I have dreams of finishing my CS fics but realistically I don’t think that’s coming back.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Light of All Lights (by a mile, I will never see success like that again 🤣)

2. Sleep Shifts (a dark horse I wrote on my phone so fast but people really dug it)

3. Whether We Wake or Sleep (my greatest shame)

4. Dear Anonymous (my first on AO3!)

5. How to Become a Witch in Ten Easy Lessons (I love this one, it was so fucking fun)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to! Especially if they’ve given me something to respond to. I feel silly being like “Thanks” to things like “loved it” “great story”. I appeciate them so much don’t get me wrong, but it’s like replying Thanks to emails for me, a waste of a notification for someone.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I usually do happy endings but His Brightest Star Was You was kind of a bummer.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Light of All Lights, it was the most earned but I didn’t finish several that could have been contenders.

8. Do you get hate on fics? No, I don’t think I ever have? I’ve had people question my writing choices but never hate.

9. Do you write smut? Sure, if it serves the story and characters, I don’t usually write PWP though.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not really, I don’t enjoy reading them so I don’t write them either.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I am aware of, if you did cut that shit out.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, it was very sweet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, never had the opportunity and I’m not sure if I could. I get too excited over my own shit and I’d probably be a nightmare for them.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I remain hopeful Whether We Wake or Sleep will come back to me so I can finish it. I really love that fic but the show just burnt me out so bad. I reread it all the time and try again every few months so one day maybe. I don’t even know if there is anyone around who’d even wanna read it tbh.

15. What are your writing strengths? I’ve been told I am good at dialogue and like immersive environments/ world building, I work really hard on those aspects so I like being validated about it.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? I’m wordy as fuck, and comma splices. I am queen of the comma splice. Not a weakness per say but I think some people have trouble with my “drop them in and let them figure it out based on how the characters are interacting with the world” style versus like big lore or magic system exposition drops.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I’m doing this in Sheltered and He’s Just Not That Into You for Vassago, I worry I’m messing it up but people haven’t said anything so far.

18. First fandom you wrote for? I used to do Rugrats fanfic for my brother and sister, like tell them stories about it at bedtime. The first fandom I wrote for was either Sailor Moon or DBZ when I was like 10. Those have been lost to time. The first fandom I was heavily involved in as a writer was Roswell.

19. Favorite fic you’ve written? Light of All Lights, hands down. It was a beautiful experience, just inspiration and words flowing so fast and feeling like I was really creating something lovely. People really resonated with it and it was so much fun. I feel that same spark with my original web series Myrth so it’s nice to feel that again, but the fandom interaction with LOAL was something else and I’ll take that experience with me forever.

I’m not sure who to tag so if you do this please let me know!

[theprissythumbelina]

A Writeblr (Re)Introduction!

thePrissyThumbelina here~

I've been on Writeblr before, never formally introduced myself, and then got really busy with school so I guess an intro/reintroduction is in order. I write poetry and fiction/sci-fi, and I love worldbuilding fervently. You want worldbuilding help? PLEASE, message me, I love it. Message me with just about anything actually, I'm here to interact, not just blog into the void. I am an equestrian as well as a writer, so any questions about writing horses I can answer!

I tend to write around themes of trauma, found family, morality, and fighting destiny. I participate in all the Worldbuilding Wednesday and Storytelling Saturday and such when I have time, but I may miss some tags or forget to reply, so don't feel bad about reminding me. 

Tag games, ask games, etc. are all welcome!

WIPs - #prisswrites

Mortal Sparks

MCs - Nicolette and Alyss

Chapter 1 Teaser!

A story about a lonely necromancer that broke death's biggest rule and has to deal with the repercussions, most of which involved turning her dusty town into a zombie playground and ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe. She finds the key to repairing this damage in Alyss, a witch veteran of the Great War currently going on across the sea. Alyss is powerful, but traumatic events have fractured her control over her magic as well as her sanity, and she can't seem to shake off people looking to use her for their own goals. Before the war spirals out of control and before the hole gets big enough to let something in, Nicolette and Alyss need to control their powers and repair the damage they have caused or see the world going up in (literal) hellfire and brimstone. 

Themes - love, death, resurrection, war, trauma, body horror, cosmic entities

Tags to follow: #wip mortal sparks, #nicolette wip, #Alyss and Nicolette

Snippets!

Inside the Church

Alyss' Diary: Junius 2

More to come!

Worldbuilding posts on the world of Mortal Sparks!

Nations and Continents

The Great War

The Northern Continent Loyalties

Magic and Demons

Calendar System

Artwork of Alyss and Nicolette

Will add more as I create more!

Haira Delgaren

A sci-fi/space opera narrative about a young smuggler trying to escape servitude on a massive pirate galleon with her adoptive older sister, and accidentally destabilizing a multitude of planets while just trying to save up enough money to pay for her sister's medical treatments. 

Tags: #haira, #haira delgaren