#cc-writes-stuff

[trekkerac]

I see you are taking questions so two things. First, I love the frankenghost au! It’s 25% sad and 75% comedy and i love it. Two, since bill and stan can communicate with one another, is Bill actually able to do anything to stanley since he’s still sorta-trapped in the mindscape or can he only annoy the shit outta stanley ‘cause stanley’s a ghost?

Thanks! Yeah he can't actually do anything to Stanley, other than annoy or antagonise him. The only reason he hangs around him is to watch Ford. I would proabably guess he hasn't possessed his corpse is because he would still need a deal with his ghost since he's newly dead and still lingering around. So yeah. On about equal grounds here.

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Happy Worldbuilding wednesday! (Well it’s a bit early for me but-) In the spirit of my school being closed down due to weather, what sort of weather is common in any of your world settings? Do some places have weird weather (think moss rain day from stardew)

Hello and thank you for the ask! :D

I admit, I have little patience for worldbuilding, so for most of my stories I just grab the weather (and environment) from my own life. Four seasons, temperatures ranging from probably -5 to 35 (that's celsius, obviously, I don't live in a freezer), perhaps a storm once or twice.

There are a lot of posts complaining about taking western europe climate and setting as fantasy-default, but what can I say.

I am western european, so 🤷‍♀️

Oh, and there are magical anomalies that often present as, for example, storms, but they are not technically weather, if we'll ever get there. Probably not. I keep getting distracted by writing whole other novels.

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Steddie are the type of couple to go viral on TikTok bc someone recorded them at a bar. They’re stupidly in love, holding onto each other, sitting in each other’s laps, kissing, holding hands, dancing, etc.

The person who posts them captions the video with: “I want a love like theirs omg”

Everyone is going crazy, the video gets 3 million likes overnight because everyone is either obsessed with them as a couple or want to have a threesome with them.

No one really knows who they are but then Gareth on the corroded coffin account comments “Eddie what are you doing here???”

Robin stitches the original video and it shows her deadpan face before she flips the camera and pans over to the two of them laying on the couch together— Eddie is hand feeding Steve grapes while Steve is knitting a blanket for their bed.

[sonicblooms]

rumour has it that he'll be experiencing live mode soon x

[passwordispassword]

Fanfic 1: Captain Boomerang x Reader

while I feel like I could just post the original version with Jaime and Boomer I’m just going to change it to something other people can actually read. X reader version first, then I’ll add a cut and insert the original

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How Many Have You Kissed?

You look out into the dust filled sunset, the darkness of the night following closely behind that beautiful bright light. The bottle meets your lips once more, smooth liquor flowing down your throat as you get lost in thought for a moment. That is, until Boomer speaks up. You two had split off from the group for the night, feeling like a well deserved break was in order. You both sit on the roof of one of Metropolis’ many now abandoned buildings. You gaze off into the horizon, legs hanging over the edge as you sit there, teammate not even five feet away.

Boomer looks over to you, green eyes sweeping over your form. He liked that relaxed, neutral look on your face. It made his nervous stomach calm down, just a bit. He clears his throat, eyes moving ahead to the sunset so he’s not caught staring.

“...Y’know, mate? I told you I kissed a thousand women. But…that was kinda a lie.” He says, eyes falling down to the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Your eyes are drawn over, and you looks at him. A faint smile present on your face.

“..I know.”

“--I’ve only kissed two, ‘r three,” he admits, though fairly embarrassed. His worked hands toy with the bottle a bit before he looks up at the other, your gazes meeting. “How many men have you kissed, then?” He asks, voice softer than normal. You chuckle, looking away in an almost bashful manner. Seems you’re hesitant to admit your answer.

“Very few…”

“--But you offered me one. How come?” you gaze back at him, deep eyes softened a bit as one more laugh slips out of. You can’t help but giggle at yourself a bit, the alcohol bringing a bit of drunken cheer.

“It’s stupid…” You begin, taking in a breath and sighing. “I just…wanted to kiss you.” Boomer’s eyes widened, a light blush spreading over his freckled face. A soft silence falls over the pair for a moment, the Australian’s grip nervously tightening on his bottle.

“...Would you…wanna kiss me now..?” He asks, tone tender and cautious. You look back and see those beautiful, wide eyes of Boomer’s. God, you loved the way his eyelashes caught the golden sunlight, how the amber and teal mixed together in those irises of his. Your mouth falls open for a moment, though you’re unable to speak.

Eventually you nod, scooting closer to him.

“...I think I would.”

Jaime looks out into the dust filled sunset, the darkness of the night following closely behind that beautiful bright light. The bottle meets his lips once more, smooth liquor flowing down his throat as he gets lost in thought for a moment. That is, until Boomer speaks up. The pair had split off from the group for the night, feeling like a well deserved break was in order. They sit on the roof of one of Metropolis’ many now abandoned buildings. Jaime gazes off into the horizon, legs hanging over the edge as he sits there, teammate not even five feet away.

Boomer looks over to the other man, green eyes sweeping over his form. He liked that relaxed, neutral look on Jaime’s face. It made his nervous stomach calm down, just a bit. He clears his throat, eyes moving ahead to the sunset so he’s not caught staring.

“...Y’know, mate? I told you I kissed a thousand women. But…that was kinda a lie.” He says, eyes falling down to the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Jaime’s eyes are drawn over, and he looks at him. A faint smile on his face.

“..I know.”

“--I’ve only kissed two, ‘r three,” he admits, though fairly embarrassed. His worked hands toy with the bottle a bit before he looks up at the other, their gazes meeting. “How many men have you kissed, then?” He asks, voice softer than normal. Jaime chuckles, looking away in an almost bashful manner. He seems hesitant to admit his answer.

“Very few…”

“--But you offered me one. How come?” The darker haired man looks back at him, deep eyes softened a bit as one more laugh slips out of him. He can’t help but giggle at himself a bit, the alcohol making him cheerier.

“It’s stupid…” He begins, taking in a breath and sighing. “I just…wanted to kiss you.” Boomer’s eyes widened, a light blush spreading over his freckled face. A soft silence falls over the pair for a moment, the Australian’s grip nervously tightening on his bottle.

“...Would you…wanna kiss me now..?” He asks, tone tender and cautious. Jaime looks back and sees those beautiful, wide eyes of Boomer’s. He loved the way his eyelashes caught the golden sunlight, how the amber and teal mixed together in those irises of his. His mouth falls open for a moment, though he’s unable to speak.

Eventually he nods, scooting closer to him.

“...I think I would.”

[cc-writes-stuff]

WIP Folder Game

@sometimeswritingsometimesdying tagged me for this tag game, danke! ^^

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Uhh i don't actively have wip folder for... anything really so I made one for this, these are the wip and wip-related documents in there as follows

AFHG Character Sheets Revamped

AFHG Draft 1.01

afhg future revisions

away from hallowed ground

Character Sheets for The Vibes

FUCK i gotta do worldbuilding

New Fic Deleted Scenes Dump

The Vibes are Killing me Bro

That's eight things, so i'm gonna tag the following 8 people!: @seastarblue @daisywords @winterandwords @ryns-ramblings @aurumni-writes @tracle0 @karolinarodrigueswrites and @magic-is-something-we-create, as well as an open tag for anyone who's interested!

[ccrites]

Signal Lost

I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.

And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!

And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. (nvm I don't have the energy to do this any time soon lmao) I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction

So without further ado:

Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic

----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.

“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.

“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.

“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”

He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.

“Who is he, anyway?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”

He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”

“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”

“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.

“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.

“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”

“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”

They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.

“Anything else?” John asks.

Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.

“You’ve worked together before.”

His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”

Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”

Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.

Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.

“Not older than you John.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”

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or

returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story

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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here

[im-out-of-it]

“Thomas could have anyone”, said Alastair, with a righteously moping air. “He could choose better than me.”

I know I go on and on and on about Alastair pov but I feel like when we hear stuff he says, it’s just not enough. I want to hear his thoughts why he thinks he’s not good enough for Thomas. I don’t care what Cordelia is thinking. I want Alastair thoughts.

“Thomas believes his friends would accept me with open arms; I believe they would sooner abandon him. What a terrible situation that would be for him. I cannot allow it.”- Alastair a few sentences above. I hear the words he says but it’s still unfair to never provide a pov (except for one page) of his thoughts. he has so much adoration and admiration for Thomas that in the previous scene they had, he’s almost making this decision for Thomas. but I don’t think Alastair realizes who Thomas’s friends really are. it’s all blocked by their bad history and that’s why I’ll always be mad about never getting his bloody thoughts

Alastair is one of the most complex fascinating characters in TLH. he has so much trauma with Elias, how he’s protected Cordelia all his life and hides a huge part of who he is. Alastair has had one relationship and that was with Charles. but I still want his thoughts and feelings of why he assumes Thomas’s friends would abandon Thomas if they knew he was with Alastair romantically. is it their bad feud? is he so stuck on who matthew and James were in school? is it because he thinks so badly of himself? why he thinks he’s not good enough. where those emotions stem from- his childhood, having to hide with Charles, and never feeling good enough for Charles or anyone. he lost his father at a young age and lets admit, Elias was dead to him years before he died. there is a bunch of racist shit and behavior happening to him at school and he later gets labeled as a bully because he decided not to be bullied.

and does anyone find it upsetting that whenever we finally get into the thomastair stuff, it lasts a page if that and then it goes back to James and Cordelia? I JUST WANT ALASTAIR AND THOMAS’S FUCKING THOUGHTS OKAY? we just missed out on so much. the dinner scene, hardly any scenes with sona, just everything Alastair goes through with his childhood and Thomas.

I’m not okay with whenever thomastair has a scene, it’s almost always ruined with some Cordelia and James nonsense. or when CC writes an lgbtq+ couple and a straight person who has no business being the pov is the pov. it’s seriously so inconsiderate that we didn’t get more thomastair and Alastair pov. but at least it was written better than book Malec. I JUST WANT MORE THOMASTAIR

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

happy sts elli! for all of our lives, what song/s do you associate with your main characters, and why?

Hello CC, happy STS!

I have a small playlist for that novel, but the songs on it are more story-related than for the chars.

The main one I have been listening to for days/weeks on repeat is Amaranthe - Stay a Little While.

I'm one of those people who don't really use spotify, so my pool of songs for the playlist usually comes from bands I already know as well as the occasional youtube tour.

I also don't go by melody, that doesn't give me any vibes whatsoever, I strictly look at the lyrics, and those are quite fitting. Takes those kids long enough to figure out that they should stay together, and there are a lot of shadows of the past :D

Did you know a soul could love someone completely Just the way I do with you? All the shadows from the past are here beside you But there's nothing I would do If I didn't love them too I wouldn't love all of you

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Did you ever read the fanfic Technoblade wrote on the Hypixel forums?

I did, though it was a while ago. Good stuff -catnod-

[cremeriie]

do you like my oc x canon ship? (no.) do you want to read fics about them in varying levels of quality? (also no.)

THEN BOY DO I HAVE THE THING FOR YOU!

it's a series. :) sniles at you. martian loves come get your food.

[crumbleclub]

hmm.

the afton kids having complicated methods of hiding information or contraband from william.

[prismaticpichu]

An arachnophobic Zack watching in awe as Sephiroth, instead of squashing the spider he discovered in his apartment, gingerly releases it on the windowsill.

~~~

“Wow, bud…” Zack sounds almost sheepish. “I didn’t know you liked spiders.”

Sephiroth shrugs, a certain thoughtfulness in his eyes as he tosses the paper towel out. “They’re…. perfectly fine creatures.” Though he is admittedly fascinated by their webbing patterns, yes, he can’t deny that there is more motivating him than simply that. More plucking at him, reaching deeper strings.

A pensive, weary look crosses the warrior’s face, his gaze suddenly heavy with stones of the past. Somewhat faraway. Floating.

Zack’s sheepishness is eclipsed by concern. “Seph? You okay, pal?”

He can never hide things from Zack anymore. Not that he wishes to.

Sephiroth again shrugs, lightly huffing. “There’s countless people and monsters that have fallen by my hand. Almost all of them were in the line of duty. Against my control.” He glances at the window, where the spider has already vanished into the velvet night, free and safe and spared.

“I try to do right when that control is mine.”

Zack watches his friend for several beats, letting a swathe of silence stretch between them. And then he gets up, from the couch where he had taken cover, making his way across the room to pull his friend into a warm, proud hug.

He squeezes tight, a gentle smile pressed into the leather collar.

“…And they called you a Demon.”

[lmelodie]

OHH DOUBLES TONIGHT LADS!

Because we are in the colder half of the year these are the seasons that get the outfit studies, and I REALLY like em!

Autumn was surprisingly hard to find outfits for? Something that's not too over the top

And I found this great artist on insta that does a lot of good clothing illustrations/concepts which did help me out!

Her 5th outfit has a necklace with her sister's colors in the leaves and that was improvised right off the cuff

My favorite one of Autumns is between the Seasons Best (6th) and the leaf collar (9th) LOVE my foliage brushes, always get so much milage out of them

I did take quite a long break between Winter's batches so there might be a bit of an effort discrepancy, but Winter's wardrobe is always fun to play with.

(Also get SO MUCH MILAGE out of my Frost brush pack, literally life saver)

Her 8th outfit is definitely a lot more Snow Queen than I thought it would've turned out, but dearly noted for if I ever draw Bianca again lol

But I think oddly enough my favorite of hers is the 3rd one! It's not my design, it's an actual garment set and it's just too winter coded, its literally taken from her closet feels canon so its my fave of hers

And let me know if you guys want me to put just the reference images I used with these. There's so many and sometimes i end up stitching some together

[nyanbinary-81]

i feel like im going insane has anyone else noticed the sheer amount of times faded is associated with the puppet in the logbook. or asked how faded knows cc well enough to ask such specific questions if theyre supposedly a stranger who shares an animatronic with cc. does anyone question why the vengeful spirit is a random kid.

[cc-writes-stuff]

Find the Word Tag!

Thanks @inkednotebook for the tag! My words were: Space, coffee, blink, music, and sit

Space

"Well?” She asks, leaning forward into his personal space, amber eyes bright and intense as she stares at him.

Coffee

The hibiscus tea tastes awful--Theodore isn’t a big fan of tea, much preferring the rich and bitter flavors of the coffee bean, but those are rare and hard to find. The Vanguard only occasionally brings back such goodies from their explorations out in the wastes to rid the world of the monsters that lurk about, and so tea is much more popular, where it can thrive in the greenhouse under careful care.

Blink

“Hey, stop daydreaming.” A snap brings Theodore back to himself, and he blinks. Silas is standing in front of him, one hand sitting in his pocket, the other waving in front of his face. “Come on, let’s get packed up.”

Music

Theodore bolts upright, shaking their curls out of their face as Priest Dante’s soft voice comes through the thin wood. “Sir Theodore, it is almost time for your music lessons.”

Sit

She smiles. “Come, sit down, High Prophet,” she invites, nodding towards the single open chair facing across from her. Her pink hair is in tight braids today, pulled up tightly against her scalp, and they can see the several pins that are holding it all together.

Tagging: @notwritinganyflufftoday @teriwrites @revenantlore @awordchemist and @the-inkwell-variable as well as anyone else who wants to join! Your words are: Carving, bird, powder, winter and resistance/resisting