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[jubilantwriter]

I am very stressed about a thing that I can’t discuss right now that I have literally no control over, so here’s some

fanfic writer asks

that I came up with all on my own. Ask ‘em, share ‘em, do whatever.

Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

What is your favorite paragraph from (insert story title you want to know about here, or leave it blank for writer’s choice)? Is there a reason it’s your favorite?

What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

Share a headcanon about (character name) in (story title)!

Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?

What is your favorite type of feedback to receive (favorites/kudos, comments, DMs, complete and utter silence in the pursuit of remaining unperceived?)? If comments or DMs or anything else involving a reader writing, do you have a particular type of feedback that excites you more than other types?

Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

Do you prefer to read angst or fluff? Which do you prefer to write?

If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again by any human eyes (or at least your own), which trope would that be?

Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

What are your thoughts on slow burn romances?

Are you secretly Tara Gilesbie aka XXXbloodyrists666XXX aka author of infamous Harry Potter fanfiction serial My Immortal? (you can trust me; I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise)

Has anyone ever created anything (art, a podfic, another fic, etc.) inspired by your work? Which work? How did you feel about that?

Is there any genre, trope, or style that you find particularly challenging to write? Do you enjoy the challenge or prefer to avoid it?

Is there a commonly held misconception about one of your stories that you’d like to correct for the masses?

What does your editing process look like?

Share a headcanon relating to (insert desired theme here)!

What was the very first fanwork you ever created? (I’m talking like maybe you made a little book out of construction paper and staples with your favorite Disney characters drawn in it when you were five years old or you drew a comic about a movie you saw when you were a preteen. That sort of thing.)

Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to?

[jubilantwriter]

the title screen means death

(AO3)

Summary:

Memento mori. Remember that you are mortal. Remember, that you will die. Words that ring more hollow than the ticking of a clock. A light switches from blue to pink. Somewhere, a clock stops, then shatters. And the cycle begins anew. He stopped feeling heroic long ago. And he fears, so did his sister.

Word Count: 1086

Bonus Tags: Somewhat Meta, Takes Place in the Character Selection Screen, Discussions of Character Death, FeMC goes by Hamuko here, Female Persona 3 Protagonist and Male Persona 3 Protagonist are Twins

A/N: Heya! It's been a while since I've posted anything, but hopefully I can get back into the swing of things once I got my writing mojo back!

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The room is quiet where they sit.  There is no clock, no windows, no way of knowing how much time passes.  All they know is that a door will open, and one of them will be chosen to walk forward.

It's the same game.  Over and over again.  A routine played by two people who know when their lives begin just as it ends.

Hamuko stares at the blank walls.

Minato stares at the bland floor.

"Did you ever find it weird how we never get memories of us together?"  Hamuko asks, her smile bright as it is fake.  Practice makes perfect, after all.

"No," Minato answers simply.

"You'd think, us being twins... we'd have more memories together."

They never got to grow up together.  

Still, he scrambles to find something, anything that wasn’t taken from him.  Taken from them.

"We have some.  From before the crash."

…And yet.  All the memories he has are of-

The sky changing colors.  A car over a bridge.  Their parents driving them home after a long day out.  The two of them were napping.  A peaceful, normal night.

But then-

Their father's surprised shout.  The screeching of the tires.  Momentum forcing them both to one side.  Their mother screaming.  And then-

It changes.  Who wakes up.  Sometimes it's Minato.  Sometimes it's Hamuko.

It's never both of them at the same time.

They sit there in silence, in the room with no clocks or windows.  They're both teens, and yet... they have no memories of how they grew up.

At least.  Not yet.  Not until the door opens.

Hamuko's smile stays on her face, her eyes dull.  "Who do you think they'll pick this time?"

Minato clenches his fist against his leg.  "...I don't know."

"Is it bad if... I don't want to be picked this time?"  Her broken laugh finally makes Minato look at his twin.  Hamuko's smile slips like a worn out mask.  "Is it bad that I don't want to be picked this time?"

"..."

"I mean- we've died plenty of times, what's another death, right?  We're used to it!  I'm used to it.  It's just death, Ryoji-kun will be there waiting for me when it's all over.  It's just-"

She doesn't finish her sentence.  But she doesn’t need to, does she?  After all, they’re twins.  

…After all, they’re twins.  And that’s why, that’s why…

"...You'd get it then.  If I don't want to be picked either."  Minato averts his gaze as his sister begins to cry.  He stares at the same spot Hamuko had her gaze trained on earlier.  "I don't want to be picked."

"...You should be picked.  You're the oldest."

"No, people like you more."

"But you're more popular!"

"People miss you."

"And you don't think I miss you?!"

"...I miss you too."

They both fall silent as Hamuko continues to cry.

"...I don't want to grow up without you again."

"I know."

"I know I'm being selfish, but it always ends the same way, right?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like that we both can't go through."

"I know."

"I wish we could both go through.  Then it wouldn't be so bad."

"Me too."

Quiet.  But just for a moment.  He knows his sister will only be quiet for just a moment.  She was always the more talkative between the two of them.

"...Would it have been better if we weren't twins?"

He snaps his gaze back to Hamuko, her gaze broken and defeated as she smiles blankly at the floor.

"Don't say that," he says, stressing out each word with every breath he takes.  "Never say that.  You're my twin.  I'm your twin.  We complement each other even if the other is missing."

His cool blue to her warm red.  Her hot temper echoing his cold anger.  How his quiet stoicism still holds the same warmth from her bubbly nature.   It's hard not to see her fleeting brown hair in every reflection he passes by.

He knows she feels the same way.  It's why she always avoids looking at him.  She sees him enough in her reflection to not feel the guilt weigh down on her.

"I- ...yeah.  I guess..."  She kicks at the floor idly.  "It just- it feels... wrong."  

She doesn't elaborate on what she means, but he nods along.  He never really felt whole to begin with.  She was his missing half, as cliche as it was.

"It would be easier.  But we're not here for things to be easier."

Hamuko sighs.  "Yeah, I know."

Silence.  It stretches a little too long.  He watches his sister with unease.  

"...Hamuko?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm still... glad we're twins."

Finally, she looks at him.  And her eyes shine for just that moment.

"...Me too."

A loud click is heard in the room.  They both stand up, eyes trained anxiously on the wall in front of them.  A light shines down on Minato, freezing him in place.  It switches to his sister as she flinches away from the light, and he prays to whatever merciful god above that it stays on her.

It switches back to him.  Then back to his sister.  And then back to him.

And the light.

Turns.

Blue.

Hamuko's shoulders sag with relief.  His tenses with fear.  

“At least,” she says with an unfair lightness, “you'll get to see everyone again.”

It's a reassurance he's repeated to her several times.  It's a reassurance he's heard parroted back just as much.

At least you'll get to see everyone again.

It's a reassurance laced with lies upon lies, the knowledge of knowing what will happen to their friends leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.  

At least you'll get to see them before you all die again.

The door opens, and he's dragged forward against his will.  He turns his head just in time to see his sister smile her rare, genuine smile.

For once, he can’t see himself in the corners of her smile.

It’s not fair.

His hand reaches out to her, desperate to drag her with him.

"HAMU-"

"-ne?"  

His voice comes out in a rasp.  His fingers are wet.  Sticky.  The windshield in the front is shattered and smeared with-

His head spins.  The sky looks wrong.  His name feels wrong – Makoto Yuki, was it?  

And why does Kotone feel worse?  

The bridge railing is too close.  He's scared.  His voice won't work.  All he wants is something familiar.  

So he turns to find his twin.

And all he sees is her familiar warm red smeared across her pale, cold face.

[jubilantwriter]

the title screen means death

(AO3)

Summary:

Memento mori. Remember that you are mortal. Remember, that you will die. Words that ring more hollow than the ticking of a clock. A light switches from blue to pink. Somewhere, a clock stops, then shatters. And the cycle begins anew. He stopped feeling heroic long ago. And he fears, so did his sister.

Word Count: 1086

Bonus Tags: Somewhat Meta, Takes Place in the Character Selection Screen, Discussions of Character Death, FeMC goes by Hamuko here, Female Persona 3 Protagonist and Male Persona 3 Protagonist are Twins

A/N: Heya! It's been a while since I've posted anything, but hopefully I can get back into the swing of things once I got my writing mojo back!

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The room is quiet where they sit.  There is no clock, no windows, no way of knowing how much time passes.  All they know is that a door will open, and one of them will be chosen to walk forward.

It's the same game.  Over and over again.  A routine played by two people who know when their lives begin just as it ends.

Hamuko stares at the blank walls.

Minato stares at the bland floor.

"Did you ever find it weird how we never get memories of us together?"  Hamuko asks, her smile bright as it is fake.  Practice makes perfect, after all.

"No," Minato answers simply.

"You'd think, us being twins... we'd have more memories together."

They never got to grow up together.  

Still, he scrambles to find something, anything that wasn’t taken from him.  Taken from them.

"We have some.  From before the crash."

…And yet.  All the memories he has are of-

The sky changing colors.  A car over a bridge.  Their parents driving them home after a long day out.  The two of them were napping.  A peaceful, normal night.

But then-

Their father's surprised shout.  The screeching of the tires.  Momentum forcing them both to one side.  Their mother screaming.  And then-

It changes.  Who wakes up.  Sometimes it's Minato.  Sometimes it's Hamuko.

It's never both of them at the same time.

They sit there in silence, in the room with no clocks or windows.  They're both teens, and yet... they have no memories of how they grew up.

At least.  Not yet.  Not until the door opens.

Hamuko's smile stays on her face, her eyes dull.  "Who do you think they'll pick this time?"

Minato clenches his fist against his leg.  "...I don't know."

"Is it bad if... I don't want to be picked this time?"  Her broken laugh finally makes Minato look at his twin.  Hamuko's smile slips like a worn out mask.  "Is it bad that I don't want to be picked this time?"

"..."

"I mean- we've died plenty of times, what's another death, right?  We're used to it!  I'm used to it.  It's just death, Ryoji-kun will be there waiting for me when it's all over.  It's just-"

She doesn't finish her sentence.  But she doesn’t need to, does she?  After all, they’re twins.  

…After all, they’re twins.  And that’s why, that’s why…

"...You'd get it then.  If I don't want to be picked either."  Minato averts his gaze as his sister begins to cry.  He stares at the same spot Hamuko had her gaze trained on earlier.  "I don't want to be picked."

"...You should be picked.  You're the oldest."

"No, people like you more."

"But you're more popular!"

"People miss you."

"And you don't think I miss you?!"

"...I miss you too."

They both fall silent as Hamuko continues to cry.

"...I don't want to grow up without you again."

"I know."

"I know I'm being selfish, but it always ends the same way, right?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like that we both can't go through."

"I know."

"I wish we could both go through.  Then it wouldn't be so bad."

"Me too."

Quiet.  But just for a moment.  He knows his sister will only be quiet for just a moment.  She was always the more talkative between the two of them.

"...Would it have been better if we weren't twins?"

He snaps his gaze back to Hamuko, her gaze broken and defeated as she smiles blankly at the floor.

"Don't say that," he says, stressing out each word with every breath he takes.  "Never say that.  You're my twin.  I'm your twin.  We complement each other even if the other is missing."

His cool blue to her warm red.  Her hot temper echoing his cold anger.  How his quiet stoicism still holds the same warmth from her bubbly nature.   It's hard not to see her fleeting brown hair in every reflection he passes by.

He knows she feels the same way.  It's why she always avoids looking at him.  She sees him enough in her reflection to not feel the guilt weigh down on her.

"I- ...yeah.  I guess..."  She kicks at the floor idly.  "It just- it feels... wrong."  

She doesn't elaborate on what she means, but he nods along.  He never really felt whole to begin with.  She was his missing half, as cliche as it was.

"It would be easier.  But we're not here for things to be easier."

Hamuko sighs.  "Yeah, I know."

Silence.  It stretches a little too long.  He watches his sister with unease.  

"...Hamuko?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm still... glad we're twins."

Finally, she looks at him.  And her eyes shine for just that moment.

"...Me too."

A loud click is heard in the room.  They both stand up, eyes trained anxiously on the wall in front of them.  A light shines down on Minato, freezing him in place.  It switches to his sister as she flinches away from the light, and he prays to whatever merciful god above that it stays on her.

It switches back to him.  Then back to his sister.  And then back to him.

And the light.

Turns.

Blue.

Hamuko's shoulders sag with relief.  His tenses with fear.  

“At least,” she says with an unfair lightness, “you'll get to see everyone again.”

It's a reassurance he's repeated to her several times.  It's a reassurance he's heard parroted back just as much.

At least you'll get to see everyone again.

It's a reassurance laced with lies upon lies, the knowledge of knowing what will happen to their friends leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.  

At least you'll get to see them before you all die again.

The door opens, and he's dragged forward against his will.  He turns his head just in time to see his sister smile her rare, genuine smile.

For once, he can’t see himself in the corners of her smile.

It’s not fair.

His hand reaches out to her, desperate to drag her with him.

"HAMU-"

"-ne?"  

His voice comes out in a rasp.  His fingers are wet.  Sticky.  The windshield in the front is shattered and smeared with-

His head spins.  The sky looks wrong.  His name feels wrong – Makoto Yuki, was it?  

And why does Kotone feel worse?  

The bridge railing is too close.  He's scared.  His voice won't work.  All he wants is something familiar.  

So he turns to find his twin.

And all he sees is her familiar warm red smeared across her pale, cold face.

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Hi guys! It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything on here. I'm trying something new by opening up commissions and getting back in the writing groove. As a result, I'll have 5 open slots available for anyone who'd like a spot, and if all goes well, I'll open up more slots in the future.

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Hi guys! It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything on here. I'm trying something new by opening up commissions and getting back in the writing groove. As a result, I'll have 5 open slots available for anyone who'd like a spot, and if all goes well, I'll open up more slots in the future.

I'll be doing writing commissions for original characters, specific listed fandoms, and even crossovers! Please see the Google Doc above for more descriptive instructions and details.

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Well heelllloooo my beloved~

Let's go wiiiithhhh 4, 8, 16, 26, 55, and 68!

Helloooooo my darling~

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Usually through music, but nowadays I've been drawing inspiration from hefty quotes on tumblr and comics where there's a certain Flavor to it that I really like and wanna try with my own takes.

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

The middle! That's where the meat of the fic is, and where my general creativity really goes loose and uncontrolled lol. You can bet that my excess writing collects in the middle and just continues to unravel from there. Beginnings tend to be rough, but once I get a start, I manage to keep on chugging.

Endings are where I really struggle. Don't- [grabs your face to look away at my incomplete but published fics] -don't look over there.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Oooohh so many. Granted, all of them tend to be centered around my and my friends' OCs, but the one I'm nursing right now is:

Clay (from Pokemon Black and White) has to deal with the grief and guilt of his younger cousin going missing (my OC, Rod, of whom you know), and processes it as healthily as he possibly can. Which is to say, he processes it poorly. There's blame tossed around and angry jealousy/envy towards another figure who's lost a family member.

Takes place just before Legends Arceus truly kicks off, but is set in that universe. I've actually been working on this fic for AGES, and it's only recently returned to bother me in the corners of my brain.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

GOD. I would have to say... "The Space Between". It was my first true horror fic where I pushed myself to really experiment with my writing. Building the atmosphere, figuring out how to word things just right to drive home the pure terror David was in was a struggle, but a well fought one! I remember putting myself in David's headspace and freaking myself out with horror stuff to get me to really feel and experience what David felt to properly translate the terror into words. I even thought about reading a Stephen King book or two to understand how to write horror! Needless to say, I didn't end up doing that LOL

After all that build up tho came the downhill climb from all that horror tension, which honestly is what got me put into a standstill. Like, how do you write a satisfying conclusion to all that build up? That's still something I need to work on for that fic, and one that's been nagging at me for ages. Hopefully, I'll figure something out. I know how it ends, after all.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

...........r Od, my pokémon OC. loL. Writing my own OC has been a pleasure and a joy, just because I can put him into so many situations and throw him into so many AUs with my friends. But also, the biggest appeal of Rod is that he's my own character. I know who he is and why he behaves the way he does better than anyone else - his motives, his drives, his weaknesses. Not only that, but he's a character who can change and grow into something else! He used to be a cis man before my friends and I talked more and more about him until we realized... no, actually, he's a transman. He leaves so much room for experimenting, for discovery and building that it's so much fun to work with him! It's less constraining to work with him than with established characters, and it's also SUCH a breath of fresh air!

My friends DEFINITELY had some part in my choice to write about him. They all just... loved him so much??? Right from conception when he was nothing more than a sock puppet with googly eyes and a fishing pun for a name. They loved him so much that they all breathed the life into him, until I actually had something to work with.

And then they kept playing with him!! Lord did they play with him. So I played dolls with their OCs as well, and this interconnected world with OCs just kinda grew and expanded and became so much fun to explore that I just couldn't not enjoy writing fics about him and their OCs falling in love or being a family or struggling together. A lot of the fics I write of Rod tend to be shared only amongst my friends, but maybe... some day... I'll post something here.

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Listen to songs in hopes of getting my writing spunk on. That, or daydreaming! Daydreaming scenarios really helps.

The other thing I do is write my fic on minecraft which is a sane and nor Mal thing to do,

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Get to know your fic writer!

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Do you like constructive criticism?

Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

How do you choose which POV to write from?

Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Do you comment on stories you read?

Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Link your three favorite fics right now

how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Best writing advice for other writers?

Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

What’s your revision or editing process like?

Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished?

Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Do you want to be published some day?

Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 

How do you write kissing scenes?

How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Would you ever write commissions?

Share a snippet from a WIP

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

What do you look for in a beta?

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

How long is your longest fic?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Why do you continue writing fics?

Thoughts on cliffhangers?

Something you hate to see in smut.

Something you love to see in smut.

Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)?

Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? 

Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]? 

Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter? 

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OUGH I think I deleted an ask when I didn't mean to delete an ask!! Damn!!

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It’s easy to get lost in Jasper’s movements.  Easy to match every step he takes, every turn, every pivot - they flow naturally like the river behind his house, easily maneuvering around each rock, each log, each obstacle in their way as though nothing can break their rhythm.  When Jasper twirls him out with a grin, his grip remains strong as David is pulled back into Jasper’s waiting arms, a giggle escaping David as he’s held close to this stranger he swears feels more familiar to him with each passing second.

Which can’t be true.  He barely knows the man.  But as Jasper continues to smile and spin him around, he finds himself dizzy with the idea of being around him more.

Maybe actually getting to know him.

Wouldn’t that be simply divine?

Not So Dumb for Investing in Door Stoppers, Now Am I?

@jaspvid-week day 6: cycles/loops - in which two souls spend lifetimes looking for each other, over and over until they finally catch hold of each other, based on another @jubilantwriter production, linked above!

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…So yes!  They have been through much, much worse.  A walk through a forest with a neglected road?  Should be a breeze through the park!  And yet, they drag their feet as if they’re travelling through muck, looking over their shoulders with an unneeded precaution, hoping to delay the inevitable.  Jasper’s memories couldn’t have been as fond as David’s, given their last year together but…

“Oh.  Shit.”  Jasper’s mumbled exclamation draws him out of his thoughts.  “Looks like you were right, Davey.”

Turns out, they didn’t drag their feet long enough.  Ahead of them stands the familiar old sign of Camp Campbell, though half the letters are missing.  The rickety old sign is hanging loose and limp, the one remaining chain allowing it to swing idly as a strong wind jostles it.  Apprehension grips David as he looks over the once familiar campgrounds.  When did the disasters start?

When did they begin?  

I’m alive I’m still going! @jaspvid-week day 3: AU day is based off of the post apocalyptic AU by my wonderful @jubilantwriter, in particular this installment here which is where the excerpt is from!

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@jaspvid-week Day 3: AU Day

last year for jaspvid week, same prompt actually, I drew fanart for @jubilantwriter fic They Were Supposed to Waltz Together because I loved it so much and I still do, and I remember not being proud of it. And I like doing redraws so! you can find the old drawing here

and please read this fic. and all the fics from this writer. i love their writing style so much and their fics r like so.. SO near n dear to me

[jubilantwriter]

Local Sunfish Taking Requests for Short Drabbles

Hey guys!  I’m in a bit of a creative rut, mostly because I took a break from writing and now I’m struggling to get back in the mood for it.  So in order to remedy that, I’ve decided to open up for a handful of requests!  I’ll be taking ten asks sent to my inbox, anon or not, and will be writing short drabbles no more than 1k long.  Accepted requests will listed down below, and completed requests will be linked back to the list for easy navigation.  

My rules are:

Must be for fandoms I’ve written for previously (please see my page, “Tags for Fanfics” for the full list)

Ships are allowed, but I draw the line at incest, pedophilia, etc.  You know the drill.

No NSFW requests, sorry folks

Heavy topics are okay, but if I find a request that is too dark even for me (i.e. graphic torture), then I will be turning it down

I will be picking and choosing the requests I write for based on: personal comfort level, my ability to best portray the scene, and if it is feasible to complete under 1k

Request guidelines:

A brief summary/description of the general scene you’d like to see; 

If you’d prefer to just see a specific trope, that’s fine too

If it’s a specific au, I’d prefer it to be something I’ve written before just because prior knowledge is a lot easier to manage than researching it

Specific fandom and characters, including:

Ships if applicable (remember to detail dynamics if there’s a specific portrayal you want to see!)

Platonic relationships (friendly or hateful)

Genre if applicable (i.e. romance, tragedy, comedy, etc etc)

Something I can manage for under 1k, meaning no full blown plots!  Those tend to get away from me very quickly

Request List Currently:

Jaspvid College Graduation

Iroha/Rin with Third Wheel Len

Red and Green Journeying/Camping Together

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[jubilantwriter]

Jaspvid college graduation. They weren't able to stay together through college since they got accepted to their dream schools on opposite sides of the country. David's a little sad on his big day, knowing Jasper isn't there and won't see. But then, as he accepts his diploma with a fake smile, he happens to look to the crowd and he sees him! It's Jasper! 5 rows back, somewhere in the middle!

Word Count: 977

(This took an embarrassingly long time to write. But hey, turns out I can still write for Camp Camp! Now to figure out this stupid new text editor thing UGH)

There's something to be said about long-distance relationships.  It's a mix of trying yet rewarding as David's relationship with Jasper remains strong despite the distance.  They weren't exactly expecting to attend the same college together.  Jasper had his eyes on a college far from their hometown, and David wanted to stay somewhere local.  The two of them settling on the same college was more of a reassurance - if they couldn't get into their dream schools, then they could instead go to their safety school together.

But then it happened.

Unspoken, tender realization of the grief that lasted for a day.  The two, who were always a pair since the day they met, had to separate if they wanted to chase their respective dreams. 

It was a happy day.  It was a sad day.

"Don't worry, Davey," Jasper said, cupping David's cheek and kissing his nose with a silly grin.  "We still have modern tech for this kinda stuff, right?"

"Right."  He leaned into Jasper's touch and smiled into his palm.  "We can do calls and stuff."

"Visit each other every break."

"Text."

"It'll be like I never really left."  Jasper's voice became tender as he hugged him tight.  "I love you, Davey.  That's not gonna change with the distance."

He hugged him back, twice as tight as he buried his face against Jasper's neck.  "Love you too."

The first year was tough without each other at their sides.  There were a few fights, time zone issues, things they hadn't quite gotten used to yet.

(He feared they would end up breaking up once, when a fight got too bad.  But they powered through, apologized, and cried together despite the lag and broken connection.)

The second year was still tough, but they'd figured out a routine by then.  Less fights, but a bit more distanced.  It felt like he wasn't talking to Jasper quite as often as he was used to.

(Doubt.  Apathy.  The feelings lingered even as he tried to fight them off.  He wondered then if this was another sign of things to end.  But then Jasper visited as promised, and he never clung so tightly to his boyfriend as he did that night.)

The third year was... comfortable.  They'd grown used to the distance by now; the routine was something they knew by heart, and things were easier to manage.  They talked and sent messages when they were able, and complained about professors, classes, and assignments alike.  Visits over the breaks still felt like long-awaited reunions, unearthing a longing they both forgot they've grown used to.

(It didn't get better.  But it didn't get worse either.  And for that, David was grateful.  He buried his face against Jasper's shoulder, counting the minutes before it was time for him to go again.)

The fourth year is... something.  A mad rush to make sure every requirement was met.  It was the finish line.  Finally, within sight!  David almost cries with the relief it brings.  Jasper calls and messages more often as he complains about the whole process.  They bond over their mutual stresses, and it's almost as if they were never apart to begin with.  David forgets, blissfully, that he's still alone at college.

It only hits him when he's getting ready for his graduation, dressed in his cap and gown, that he'll be crossing that finish line without Jasper.  Right.  There is no boyfriend here.

He ignores the cold realization in his chest and sighs.  Jasper has his own graduation prep to worry about; there's no way he'd ask him to fly over to and fro just to attend his own graduation for the day.  They're not graduating on the same day which... he's partially grateful for.  A bit miffed that they won't be graduating at the same time (the distance feels so much wider now), but it's fine.

He stares up at the podium from where he sits, sun blazing down on him as his attention wanders.  Other students either zone out or sneak out their phones to mess around with.  Someone next to him whips out an old Gameboy and starts playing a game quietly as he snorts.  It reminds him of Jasper, and he quietly slips out his own phone to shoot him a text.

He holds back a "wish you were here" and continues texting Jasper to pass the time.  Without realizing it, time passes fast enough that it comes to calling out the graduates.  Lines of students begin filing out of their seats and soon it comes his turn.  Trudging along, he makes his way up to the podium to accept his diploma, smile empty as he has no one here to smile for.  It's... an empty celebration, he realizes.

What's the point if there's no one else to celebrate with you?

He bites back the bitterness welling within him and turns his direction towards where the cameras are.  A glance over the crowd and-

"Davey!  Wooo!"

He blinks.  That's-

"Look towards the camera!" says the staff member.

He looks in the wrong direction and follows the source of the voice.  His eyes search back rows and rows of people before he meets a pair of familiar sapphire hues.  Jasper grins, big and proud, as he waves his arm back and forth.  

He's.

He's here.

Actually.  Truly.  Here.  Jasper mouths out a few words and David nearly cries on the spot.  The corners of his mouth lift as the warmth from the summer sun radiates from inside his chest.

"Smile!" 

He smiles, facing the wrong direction.  But it doesn't matter.  A picture is worth a thousand words.  And when people see his graduation picture, they'll know he was facing the right direction all along.

[jubilantwriter]

Jaspvid college graduation. They weren't able to stay together through college since they got accepted to their dream schools on opposite sides of the country. David's a little sad on his big day, knowing Jasper isn't there and won't see. But then, as he accepts his diploma with a fake smile, he happens to look to the crowd and he sees him! It's Jasper! 5 rows back, somewhere in the middle!

Word Count: 977

(This took an embarrassingly long time to write. But hey, turns out I can still write for Camp Camp! Now to figure out this stupid new text editor thing UGH)

There's something to be said about long-distance relationships.  It's a mix of trying yet rewarding as David's relationship with Jasper remains strong despite the distance.  They weren't exactly expecting to attend the same college together.  Jasper had his eyes on a college far from their hometown, and David wanted to stay somewhere local.  The two of them settling on the same college was more of a reassurance - if they couldn't get into their dream schools, then they could instead go to their safety school together.

But then it happened.

Unspoken, tender realization of the grief that lasted for a day.  The two, who were always a pair since the day they met, had to separate if they wanted to chase their respective dreams. 

It was a happy day.  It was a sad day.

"Don't worry, Davey," Jasper said, cupping David's cheek and kissing his nose with a silly grin.  "We still have modern tech for this kinda stuff, right?"

"Right."  He leaned into Jasper's touch and smiled into his palm.  "We can do calls and stuff."

"Visit each other every break."

"Text."

"It'll be like I never really left."  Jasper's voice became tender as he hugged him tight.  "I love you, Davey.  That's not gonna change with the distance."

He hugged him back, twice as tight as he buried his face against Jasper's neck.  "Love you too."

The first year was tough without each other at their sides.  There were a few fights, time zone issues, things they hadn't quite gotten used to yet.

(He feared they would end up breaking up once, when a fight got too bad.  But they powered through, apologized, and cried together despite the lag and broken connection.)

The second year was still tough, but they'd figured out a routine by then.  Less fights, but a bit more distanced.  It felt like he wasn't talking to Jasper quite as often as he was used to.

(Doubt.  Apathy.  The feelings lingered even as he tried to fight them off.  He wondered then if this was another sign of things to end.  But then Jasper visited as promised, and he never clung so tightly to his boyfriend as he did that night.)

The third year was... comfortable.  They'd grown used to the distance by now; the routine was something they knew by heart, and things were easier to manage.  They talked and sent messages when they were able, and complained about professors, classes, and assignments alike.  Visits over the breaks still felt like long-awaited reunions, unearthing a longing they both forgot they've grown used to.

(It didn't get better.  But it didn't get worse either.  And for that, David was grateful.  He buried his face against Jasper's shoulder, counting the minutes before it was time for him to go again.)

The fourth year is... something.  A mad rush to make sure every requirement was met.  It was the finish line.  Finally, within sight!  David almost cries with the relief it brings.  Jasper calls and messages more often as he complains about the whole process.  They bond over their mutual stresses, and it's almost as if they were never apart to begin with.  David forgets, blissfully, that he's still alone at college.

It only hits him when he's getting ready for his graduation, dressed in his cap and gown, that he'll be crossing that finish line without Jasper.  Right.  There is no boyfriend here.

He ignores the cold realization in his chest and sighs.  Jasper has his own graduation prep to worry about; there's no way he'd ask him to fly over to and fro just to attend his own graduation for the day.  They're not graduating on the same day which... he's partially grateful for.  A bit miffed that they won't be graduating at the same time (the distance feels so much wider now), but it's fine.

He stares up at the podium from where he sits, sun blazing down on him as his attention wanders.  Other students either zone out or sneak out their phones to mess around with.  Someone next to him whips out an old Gameboy and starts playing a game quietly as he snorts.  It reminds him of Jasper, and he quietly slips out his own phone to shoot him a text.

He holds back a "wish you were here" and continues texting Jasper to pass the time.  Without realizing it, time passes fast enough that it comes to calling out the graduates.  Lines of students begin filing out of their seats and soon it comes his turn.  Trudging along, he makes his way up to the podium to accept his diploma, smile empty as he has no one here to smile for.  It's... an empty celebration, he realizes.

What's the point if there's no one else to celebrate with you?

He bites back the bitterness welling within him and turns his direction towards where the cameras are.  A glance over the crowd and-

"Davey!  Wooo!"

He blinks.  That's-

"Look towards the camera!" says the staff member.

He looks in the wrong direction and follows the source of the voice.  His eyes search back rows and rows of people before he meets a pair of familiar sapphire hues.  Jasper grins, big and proud, as he waves his arm back and forth.  

He's.

He's here.

Actually.  Truly.  Here.  Jasper mouths out a few words and David nearly cries on the spot.  The corners of his mouth lift as the warmth from the summer sun radiates from inside his chest.

"Smile!" 

He smiles, facing the wrong direction.  But it doesn't matter.  A picture is worth a thousand words.  And when people see his graduation picture, they'll know he was facing the right direction all along.

[jubilantwriter]

May I ask what your main blog is? I've been looking for more Friday Night Funkin content and hoo boy I love your writing.

Of course! My main blog is jubilantscribbler, and recently I have been more into Pokemon but I do believe that I still reblog Friday Night Funkin' every once in a while.