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I have 20 w.i.p. fan fics

I need to slap myself silly. Why did I start and why am I failing to stop these ideas. I have reasons but holy shit so I lack the discipline.

I hate it even more cause I’m slow to write and slow to upload. Some how I still have (though 70/30 they’re tired and done with me) readers. I’m so thankful for that and they deserve to beat the shit our of me

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I've made a new Borsalino fic

Put Your Heart in the Corner

To do what was required of home Borsalino had to set aside his heart. After Egghead and finally back at Marineford all Borsalino wants to do is go home and rest in his melancholy. Unfortunately an Admiral's duties are meant to come first.

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I checked and yeah by numbers 21 of my fics have been scraped by AI.

Feeling nothing but rage right now.

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I locked my AO3 because I was afraid of AI and then I unlocked it so some people on a discord I'm in could read it. But the writer of a fic I like just said they got they're got all their works AI scraped and because of that I'm putting my account back on lock. Sadly I don't know if this has happened to me or not.

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Given that the One Piece fan fics that I'm going to write/am currently working on are all Borsalino centered I think I'll might put them under one collection

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This won't happen again. Such a quick turn around for a chapter update.

Chapter 2 of Firefly is up

Following the day of Borsalino's birthday party Sentomaru goes to retrieve his Uncle for their trip. Upon doing so he finds something unexpected and shows his shocking discovery to Vegapunks resulting in mayhem.

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Firefly

Borsalino arrives at Egghead and is thrown a belated party for his birthday. Amongst all his gifts are particular one from Vegapunk has surprising results leading to a rather chaotic events.

The fic is officially up and started!

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This is horrible to see, but so many people are excited for the de-aged Borsalino fic and I'm kind of scared-nervous now 😅

But I wanted to show that I'm genuinely editing the first chapter:

When I edit I use a different color for the corrections. So all that light blue are fixes. Currently I've fixed 16 pages of the fic out of 29

Also because I want to give an extra treat as soon as possible. I started doing chapter two:

Only 5 pages thus far. I have other fics I really need to update before, but I'll be right back to this next.

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Fan fics and Me (some writing whinging)

woo boy I have been failing my fan fiction duties. I have a multitude of fics that I am working and need to upload, edit, and make general progress on.

Word of advice do not start multiple fics at once, it is a horrible idea. Do not do it!

Anyway I'm stressing cause I have a fic getting comments trying to see if I'm updating and I hate that it's taking me so long. This gap in updates is caused to a mix of understandable situations and unacceptable excuses. It's killing me.

My primary fic is my Hazbin Hotel fic which I'm hoping to get gunning towards the end, it is one of my longer fics and I only have a rough idea of what I'm doing with the story. In addition to the fic itself I also have a chapter of notes and profiles I need to do. The next update is going to be a doozy as I want to do the updates mentioned above, upload the chapter itself, go over the chapter on A03 for extra mistakes and go back to do some edits and additions on a chapter or three. 😩

With that being said I got over a bit of road block on the current chapter and while I'm not completely sure about the writing path for this chapter I can safely say that I'll be adding two more segments to it and then I just have to edit.

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Then I have my One Piece fics, which in all honestly I should call my Kizaru fics because they all center around him. I made the mistake of creating 5 fics for this man. One of them has the first chapter up and I'm honestly thinking of yanking it down cause I don't know how to feel about it.

4 of the fics are pretty short with one of them maybe being 4 or 5 chapters estimate if not the initial 3 chapters.

The one that I really want to get going is my de-aged Borsalino fic, but I'm at least happy to say that I'm finishing a section of it now and once I edit it I can finally upload it and get this story kicked off. Which hopefully will be this week.

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After that I have some fics for The Quarry that I need to get to. One of them I started and it's been quite a while since I even completely thought about it again and I would really like to get it done.

Then on top of that I have fics for Stray Gods and Arcane that are in progress and to be fair I shouldn't with these. These are even bigger fics and they're in progress. This is also goes for a RWBY fic I started.

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And that's still not getting to other fics I have going for elsewhere.

I just really really really want to finish them all. I did myself no favors with the number of fics across the fandoms. I hope I can make this work cause I also want to get to making progress on my original stories.

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recently updated my Hazbin Hotel fan fic which I realized I never linked.

A Flock In Hell

Adam falls to Niffty's knife, but before he does a failed attack strikes the portal to heaven and cause it to close. This leaves a slowly dying Adam trapped in hell. However, it's not just Adam. Lute is by his side as well as nine Exorcists who never made it home. Now stranded in hell and with no other safe haven the angels have no choice but to accept Charlie's offer of shelter.

I just updated with chapter 5

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Particles

Borsalino had an embarrassing fear.

He was a light man. A devil fruit user blessed and cursed through the consumption of the glint-glint fruit. During the early stages of having his newfound power, the revelation scared Borsalino more than fascinated him. Could he or would he disappear? If he didn’t concentrate hard enough would his body break down into particles and drift away causing him to cease existing? If he died in such a way would the devil fruit return to the world and curse someone else with such abilities and fears

Often while he honed his skills, he would occasionally pause to examine himself. His hands taking turns running fingers down, up, and over the other. He would cup his head and face, squeezing it as he did. He would hug himself tightly before unwrapping his arms to bend over to dance his fingers down his legs toward the tips of his toes.

He was still here.

x-continue on AO3

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Newest chapter (1124) inspired a one shot. Will be able to finish and edit once the chapter is cleaned and translated. This is as much as I have finished so far.

long preview before

Borsalino has an embarrassing fear.

He was a light man. A logia devil fruit user thanks to the consumption of the glint-glint fruit. During the early stages of having his newfound power, the revelation scared him more than fascinated him. Could he or would he disappear. If didn’t concentrate hard enough would his body break down into particles and cease his existence. If he died in such a way would the devil fruit return to the world and curse someone else with such abilities.

Often while he honed his skills, he would occasionally pause to examine himself. His hands taking turns running fingers down, up, and over the other. He would cup his head and face, squeezing it as he did. He would hug himself tightly before unwrapping his arms to bend over to dance his fingers down his legs toward the tips of his toes.

He was still here.

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He was still here.

He was still on the water’s edge of burning Egghead Island. He was still here amongst fellow Marines rendered deeply and thankfully unconscious. A massive burst of haki that also made the Elders flee. It was the smallest bit of luck that he could be blessed with. Not that he deserved it such blessings.

But he did.

Kizaru was fortunate that Sentomaru had been boarded onto the ship that he was thrown into. He had shaken Sentomaru awake, who upon opening his eyes stared at him with confusion and disbelief. Before glaring at him with a melding of disdain and broken heartedness.

“I need to get you off the ship.” Borsalino said softly least he chanced waking the sleeping soldier, as unlikely that would be in their current state.

Sentomaru was always a bright one. One glance around him allowed him to take note of the unconscious marines. He said nothing as he let his Borsalino help him up. Once on his feet Sentomaru shook himself free of Kizaru’s grasp. He was unsteady, but walked forward with as much pride and defiance as his body would allow.

As Kizaru guided Sentomaru to the rowboat they passed his confiscated axe. Sentomaru took it in hand and used the weapon to help him walk. He begrudgingly allowed Kizaru to help him into the boat. Sitting down he rested the axe beside him and stared at the bottom of the boat. His abnormal quietness made Kizaru feel even more ill.

“You need rations.” Kizaru said.

If he had asked Sentomaru to not go anywhere he was certain that the boy would have hastily lowered the rowboat into the ocean. It was several minutes before Kizaru reappeared with a barrel of water and bag of food. He set them into the boat with a soft grunt.

Kizaru mulled over what he could say to Sentomaru. Or what he could say if his shame allowed him to do so. Goodbye felt like a tasteless thing to say and despite how much he wanted to he couldn’t get the word ‘sorry’ past his throat.

As he lowered Sentomaru to the ocean Kizaru finally managed to say something.

“Be safe, Sentomaru.” He said solemnly.

That made Sentomaru look at him. Raw yet unclear emotion on Sentomaru’s face. Was he angry? Saddened? Surprised? Grateful? Neither could select an answer nor did they have the time to say anything else.

Kizaru saw the hint of tears starting to form in Sentomaru’s eyes. Sentomaru lowering his head before Kizaru could see them start to fall. When the boat reached quiet waters below Sentomaru spared one last look at his burning home. He paddled away, tears running down his face the further out he went.

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Borsalino had become accustomed to how destructive his powers could be as well as what he could and couldn’t do. He could no longer go into the seas and oceans, but it was also impossible to hit him. Borsalino could make himself intangible and laughed at the shocked faces of those who phased through him. He couldn’t be harmed, so at times he would let people land hits on him.

People who used blades were especially fun. He’d act like their attacks affected him, his body falling apart where they sliced. He shocked them the next moment as he reassembled himself, able to do so at any separated body part of his choosing. He could even break down his body into pure light and travel from spot to spot or bouncing off glass. 

Every time afterwards he would place his hands in his pockets and pinched himself. He was still there. Away from prying eyes he would do his normal routine. Examining his hands, squishing his face, hugging himself, and tracing down his legs to his toes.

When he enlisted into the Navy he tried to do his routine less and less. It was weak to do if he wanted to go forward. It was weak to do when someone like Sakazuki didn’t do it. A fellow logia user who was also from North Blue. Were Borsalino could wield light, Sakazuki’s powers came in the form of magma.

Borsalino carefully crafted his question as to not let his fear slip.

“O~oh, such a dangerous ability you have Sakazuki-kun. But it’s always dripping everywhere, don’t you think you’re about too...” He hit a wall trying find the next word.

“What?” Sakazuki roughly asked.

Kizaru turned his head to hide the frown that appeared.

“You’re…devil fruit is…a bit messy. It’s so sca~ary too. I can’t imagine how terrifying it would be if someone found a part of you among it.”

An awkward pause occurred.

Sakazuki stared at him from beneath his Marine cap, making Borsalino pull his beanie down hoping to cover any forming beads of sweat.

“Do you mean like my hand or something?” Sakazuki asked though Borsalino wasn’t sure any longer if he was happy about that or not. “Like in the magma that gets left behind?”

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This could not be. This was impossible. Hadn't she been through enough.

It should have been a simple day. She was prepared to make it a day of rest. To put her machinations to rest, stay in her bed and have the handmaidens bring food as necessary. Possibly she would have them stay and entertain her with the lighter nonsense of Leyndell. None of her kin needed her as of late and Radagon had blessedly quite for several days with no apparent desire to surface.

Then why was there so much noise. Why was her castle coming to life and disturbing her rest. Slowly she rose from her bed golden hair falling like a curtain as she fought to open her eyes.

BANG!

Her chamber doors flung open. A feat only capable with Godfrey like strength or a collective.

"Queen Marika!" Theodosia yelled for her.

Theodosia her most trusted handmaiden gestured for other handmaidens to run and retrieve a garment for her. Theodosia pushed her hair back to look Marika in the eyes.

Marika's irritation was immediately replace with anxiousness.

"What is it?"

Marika sat up as the other handmaidens returned. One practically threw her dress at her and the other quickly pulled Marika's hair back to put her circlet on.

Theodosia's eyes where watery and she struggled to swallow a lump in her throat so that she may speak.

"Your Grace, it's Godwyn." Her voice trembled. "Something's happened to Godwyn."

Godwyn? Nothing could happen to him, that was impossible. Yet Theodosia had no reason to lie nor would she play such a cruel joke. Marika scrambled from her stone bed. She practically fought with the handmaiden who was struggling to put her dress on. By the end the handmaiden was shoved away, Marika decent despite her dress not being fully set upon her.

At the doors of her bedchamber Marika saw servants and knights. Knights of Leyndell and Godwyn's personal knights. She felt her stomach drop. One of them opened his mouth to say something. Whatever it was Marika didn't care, right now she needed one answer.

"Where?"

"He's being brought up the stairs as we speak." One of Godwyn's knights rushed to answer.

The castle was awake. Servants whispering about what could have happened, growing quite as she passed them, and leaping out of her way.

The sound of her feet where deafening as her mind tried to rationalize what could have happened to her son. Nothing was supposed to happen to him. What could happen to him that would cause his knight's to be dread filled and apologetic. Godwyn had charged into battle with dragons and left victorious in more ways than one.

Making her way outside Marika partially acknowledge that it was almost the end of night. The stars gone and the sky a dull blue. She paused at the top of the Erdtree sanctuary, looking about the courtyard.

Leyndell had awoken and the populace slowly trickling from their homes and forming into a gathering. Marika tracked from the crowed to the gleaming armor of Godwyn's knights. Following them until her eyes found the front. Bile rose in her throat.

In the arms of two knights was Godwyn. His body limp and head hung forward.

"No." She whispered.

She descended the stairs, prompting screams of worry from Theodosia and others as she took them hastily. One step, one step, two steps, one step, two steps. Her feet cutting into the stone, her ankles strained each time she lost her balance.

"Godwyn!" She screamed.

The two knights came to a halt.

"Give him to me!" She command, her voice cracking.

The knights did so without hesitation, handing their prince to his mother. They eased him into her hold as she sank to the stone ground to cradle him.

A shiver ran through Marika. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be her Godwyn. Her Godwyn would not be cold and bereft of color in his skin. He would be breathing the cool air and the blood on his body would not be his own. There wouldn't a black ugly insect like wound engraved in his skin.

The evidence of a rune that Marika had not seen for decades. The Rune of Death. What? How?

"Who did this?" She asked.

"Assassins, your highness. Godwyn was apart from us when they striked. We where too late to aid him." The first knight answered.

"We made chase. They were black clad and it made it difficult to keep up with them through the night. Going by all the ones who we slayed the assailants were all women. They..." The second knight hesitated, looking to his companion for help.

"They looked like you, you're highness." The first knight finished.

Marika didn't say anything at first, she didn't react at all. An unsettling half grin crawled on to her face.

'Her people. My shadows creeping back to haunt me.' Marika thought, clinching her teeth together least she fall into manic laughter.

She looked to her son. Her hand becoming coated in his blood and the inky black residue of the cursemark. She brushed back his hair revealing a blindfold over his eyes.

She looked inquisitively at the knights, waiting for an explanation. Their mouths mimicking fish as they failed to give an answer for the fabric. Marika carefully grabbed the edge of the blindfold and pulling it up, then back down quickly with a gasp.

The cursemark worked so fast already. Godwyn's eyes were partially rolled into the back of his head. They leaked a mixture of tears and death. Black worm-ish strands moved over and beneath them. It was minuet in comparison, but as she hugged her child Marika could the unnatural squirming under his skin.

This couldn't be real. This had to be an ill illusion or nightmare brought on by the Erdtree or Radagon.

"I would never and such accusations should not be thrown to the Golden Order." A deep voice rumbled in her head.

She paid him no heed. She rocked her son back and forth, like she did when he was once a babe. This couldn't be real. Perphaps she was back to the day of his birth and suffering a premonition. Maybe she would awaken and there would be her son and Godfrey and she could prepare to avoid this outcome.

This could not be. This was impossible. Hadn't she been through enough.

Messmer and Melina, born to her by the Erdtree after the she became a god. Both children cursed and the first hint of Radagon's presence. One set out on her own to wander and Mesmer she assigned to keep an eye on her enemies.

After Godwyn she expected more children like him, but instead found herself bearing more cursed beings. Her omen twins, one almost human and the other a monster. Both bore the twisted ugly horns that flooded her mind with the memories of the Hornsent. If not for Godfrey she would have banished them Shunning Grounds immediately.

There was no love lost between her and her last children, Malenia and Miquell. She viewed them as requirements for her wedded union to Radagon. Cursed at birth of course, not a surprise to her at the point. Devoted to each other and their misguided persuit for cures

Godwyn. Her golden light. Born without imperfection. His golden hair and eyes, reminding her of the better parts of home. The physique and strength of his father. His glory in battle matched by his diplomacy and kindness. He was loyal to the Golden Order true, but lacked the mindless devotion that would cloud his judgment.

Marika knew that he had no desire in taking on the throne, but would if it meant the betterment of Leyndell. She refused to restrict him to such a cage.

May his siblings seek out their own rule and rebel against the Erdtree. She cared not so long as they acted on their own ambitions. Yet whose ambition was it that would lead to Godwyn being stricken down. Was it of her or Radagon's blood, had the shaman fallen into being the servants of the remaining Hornsent, or was this the act of those who detested the Golden Order and thought the best method to rebel was take away the only good thing she had remaining.

However there was no need to think such things because this wasn't real. The cold of his body, the dirt in his hair, and his lifeless hidden eyes where a trick. It wasn't real. The twisted cursemark, the feeling of death crawling beneath skin, and the blood staining her and the ground. It was an illusion. Only in a nightmare would she be cradling the corpse of her beloved son.

But then...then the night left. The sun breached the horizon. The rays of daybreak forcing her to accept reality. Servents, knights, civilians and the unwavering Erdtree watched as their queen cried. As she held Godwyn close and weeped at the loss of her blessed gift, her golden son.

Edit: Added to my AO3

Marika the eternal and son, Godwyn the golden

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I Think I Write

I have ideas. Too many ideas for my own good. But I want and need to write. Like many I would love to have a novel or series published.

This account however will be dedicated to my fan fics mostly, my original writings and my overall progress.

I do a mix of posting and linking to my AO3 account when it comes to my fan fics. As of right now they occupy my attention so you’ll be seeing more of that for the moment.

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WIPs

Fan Fics

The Quarry

The Liveblogging of Travis & Laura // ch 1 of 10(ish)

((Fic Edits/Rewrites)) x1-3

Hazbin Hotel

A Flock in Hell // ch 7 of ?

Stray Gods

Natural Ornament

Locked and Tangled

((Apollo & Oracle fic))

Grace's Birthday Commemoration

🔹Beloved Lost Girl 🔹A Goddess Sleepover 🔹While the Girl's Play

One Piece

Firefly // ch 2 of ?

Sour Lemon // ch 1 of 3

The Doll and the Cogwheel

Worth the Weight

Apathy to Shine // ch 1 of 2

Put Your Heart in the Corner

PAUSED//TBC at IDK

RWBY

Drifter in Vacuo ((Title to change))

Arcane

Undercity with a Pinch of Topside

Once I Never Did

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At the Mercy of the Well

Summary:

He's not there when she gets home. There's no sign of him, not a good sign anyway. There are bottles and bottles and a missing gun. The woods are thick and the well is deep.

TW: Suicide Attempt

Preview:

Laura opens the door and is surprised not to see Travis. She didn’t exactly pull up to their driveway in a quiet manner. She was supposed to park across from the house due to a pothole, but it slipped her mind. The car made a decent attempt to fly and flashed the headlights haphazardly into the windows.

She also called, left a voice message, and sent a text that she would be back from her trip early. An approaching storm was reported to be hitting the area sooner than expected and Laura would rather be with Travis instead of stuck in a hotel room with friends no matter how much she loved them.

Locking the door behind her Laura leaves her baggage and bags by the coat rack.

“Travis?” She calls out. It’s not that late and by all means, Travis should be up. But if not for her, then he would normally be up still just enjoying a book or tv in the front room. There are no signs of a meal having been cooked. There’s also a lack of food present but no dishes drying to the side.

What she does see however is a plethora of bottles. Empty bottles of whisky, bourbon, and beer. So many that they overtake the trash can. Laura’s breathing quickens.

“Travis!” She yells.

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omg omg omg omg!!!!

I’m so honored to have my list on here. OMG!

And it’s a top 3!

OMG!!!!!

What're your fanfic recs for Travis x Laura?

Here you go, anon!

The "❤" means that fic is my #1 fave. The bolded fics are a part of my top 3 lists.

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Plot-focused

❤ Ruthless Good Intentions by Firebirdnonnete

• The Black (E) by Partsunknown

• The Cards We Are Dealt (E) by Cellard00rs

• The Survivors by Estora

• Bite the Hand that Needs You by Absentheart

• Another Lost Soul (Letting My Instinct Take Control) by GlassGazer

• Pass Me the Shotgun (And I'll Hand You My Heart) (E) by HolmesFan

• The Garden of Moonlit Grief by Dustoftheancients

• Retreat by Allergictokiwifruit

• We Make Sense (E) by SkyMarsters

• Again Again

• Travis Hackett's House of Horrors by Fallingflurry

• The "Life Continues After the Adventure" series by Besidemyself

• Railroad_Crossings by False_Mortal

• Mutually Assured

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More than one chapter, but smut-focused (E)

❤ Through the Bars by Professional_Creeper

• The Gray by Partsunknown

• Caged by Gaqalesqua

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One-shots

❤ No Hard Feelings (E) by Professional_Creeper

• Six Years by SelemInTheWorks

• Soft by Professional_Creeper

• Rehabilitation by Professional_Creeper

• Messages From the Stars by Cosmicserenity

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Darkfics

❤ The Bottom of the Well by Hazle

• My Heart's Got Teeth (E) by TheWeirdDane