#coco this should have stayed in drafts you cry

[coco-chip]

Proof that I’m in fact the reincarnation of a gay 80s dad

Listen to air supply, Chicago, REM, and other dad rock bands on a daily basis and typically on repeat

A lot of my shirts are Hawaiian shirts

Whenever I learn a new slang term I keep using it, especially around younger people who think my ironic use of it is cringy

Absolutely adore puns

When I laugh I slap my knee

want to have kids and always imagine a future with some

Always pining for my future husband while never really thinking about dating just skipping right to marriage

Kind of terrible with dealing with emotions but try to be a listening ear and shoulder to cry on

Absolutely adore fishing like unironically I can fish in games for hours

Can’t dance so I do little shimmies and foot tapping when I’m enjoying a song

Pretty good with childcare

Own a bunch of scrunchies that are just useless to me

Think slow dancing together in the comfort of your own home is peak romance

[tundrainafrica]

Masterlist

This will serve as a personal tracker of all of the fics I have ever written, all of the books and series I have consumed etc. I wrote this out to help me organize my thoughts since I have time now to reflect on this closet hobby of mine. I also put it up just in case anyone has ever read my stuff and is curious about how these works are doing in my head space.

Some were written back when I was way younger so apologies for the quality.

ALEX RIDER

Come Home (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Memories don't keep people grounded in their present. They're the reason people think of what ifs and would haves, regrets and daydreams. Alex sees three dimensions of his reality and makes a decision. Set after Never Say Die.

Status: Done (I guess?), not posted on tumblr or AO3 yet

Killing (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Spoilers for Never Say Die. Killing is like learning to ride a bike as Alex is going to figure out very soon. For Spyfest 2017.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on tumblr or AO3 yet

Transparency (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Although the bank robbery made national news, the young boy who saved the lives of all the people in the bank didn't. First hand witness accounts said the boy was a hero, the media said there was no young hero in the bank and one journalist tries to get to the bottom of it all.

Status:WIP (could probably still finish it, it’s almost done anyway), not posted on tumblr or AO3 yet)

Type II Error (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Written for Spyfest Week 3. Set before Ark Angel. The updates on payroll accounts and budgets lined up too well with mysterious deaths and undisclosed missions. An auditor working for MI6 decides for herself whether or not the orders of her bosses Blunt and Jones were worth prying into.

Status: Done (Oneshot), will post on tumblr yet

Unforeseen Circumstances (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

It's April, the time of year when most students start salvaging their grades. Missions had taken their toll on Alex's grades and he needs to start salvaging soon or risk repeating the year. Nature wasn't on his side though and it turned out that his devil's luck had just run out.

Status: WIP (8/15), On hold, not posted on tumblr yet

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi and Hange’s Relationship in Erwin’s POV (Status: Completed, not posted yet)

A Tale of Two Slaves (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)  

"Soulmates don’t exist. Fate doesn't exist. Everything is a choice. At that moment, Levi could only watch as she made the choice for him."

Levi remembers everything from their past life. Hange doesn't.

Status: WIP (6/?)

A Free Spot (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)  

Slight AU! Levi sacrifices himself in Chapter 132 instead of Hange and Hange deals with the consequences years later. Written for Levihan Angstober Week 4. Prompt: Free Spot 

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet

Division of Labor (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)  

"The past years, we have noticed a lot of our fresh high school graduates knew nothing about responsibilities the that awaited them outside high school and even college. Many students do not master budgeting, taxes, household planning, loans and we hope to raise a generation who can navigate the adult world without the consequences of bad decisions they are bound to make going in blindly..."

Paradis High school starts a program incorporating adulting into their curriculum and Hange and Levi are paired together.

Status: WIP (1/?)

En Prise (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Hange already had the innate analysis skills and the quick wittedness to excel in the classroom. Chess should have come easy for her. As she processed her fifth loss to the man in front of her, she started to understand that there was more to the game than meets the eye.

College AU! Levi is a little too good at chess and Hange gets roped into studying the game further.

Status: WIP (1/18), will try to create a backlog before I post more.

Heroes or Victims (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Post Chapter 115, Hange reflects on emotions, relationships, war philosophies, and a future while taking care of a severely injured Levi.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet

Household Planning (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

"It was Levi's household. The plates were arranged and sorted by color and use, the way Levi liked it. The cabinets and the storage were arranged in a way which would be efficient for cooking, or at least the way Levi would have wanted to cook."

Levi gets sick and Hange is left to navigate household chores.

Status: Done (2/2)

Passion Project (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)    

Levi tries to ignore Hange but it never seems to last. A ficlet detailing the development of Levi and Hange's relationship before canon.

Status: WIP (1/3) Timeline written, Chapter 2 rough draft complete, not posted on FFN yet

Rough Day (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

It should have been apparent to Hange by the weight gain and the sudden lack of red days. Somehow, Levi noticed it first.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet, will probably write more fluff similar to this

Sugar Rush

(AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Marley brings the celebration of Halloween to Paradis. Hange and Levi go trick or treating with their child for the first time and start to realize how much the world has changed since the war.

A Halloween piece for the Levihan spookfest one year late.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet, will probably write more fluff similar to this

Would You Cry? (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Hange asks an innocent question and Levi finds himself reflecting on his emotions and his relationship with Hange. Written for LeviHan Week, Angstober 2020. Prompt: Silence/Screams

Status: Done (Oneshot)

Vulnerabilities (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Slight AU! Although Levi is humanity's strongest soldier in the battlefield, his rough childhood had left him weaker and more vulnerable to illness. Levi had always taken measures to prevent sickness nit anyone who has ever been close to him caught wind on it anyway. A series of oneshots throughout the story focusing on Levi's chronic weakness and others taking care of him.

Status: Sporadic updates depending on mood, not yet posted on ff and tumblr

Big Hero Six

Deal with the Devil  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

When mourning becomes too much for him, Hiro finds himself resorting to prayers and deals to bring back the brother he lost. The devil may have had pity on him but he never promised to let Hiro go unscathed.

Status: WIP, on hold, probably could get back to it just need to rewatch the movie, not yet completely posted on AO3 and tumblr

Fatal Flaw  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Grieving may be a long and painful process but in time most people do recover. For Hiro Hamada though something probably went wrong along the way because from what Aunt Cass could see, he was moving on yet at the same time, he wasn't.

Status: WIP, abandoned, completely forgot what I was planning, not yet posted on tumblr 

Coco

Dares, Pranks and Curses (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Written for the Coco Valentines Fanwork Exchange. The night of Dia de Los Muertos, Miguel ends up staying out late to play a little game with his friends in the cemetery. Hector, Imelda and Miguel reunite through a game of Ouija.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on ff and tumblr

Somewhere between Life and Death (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Dia de los Muertos isn't the only day the dead can visit the living. Miguel is reunited with Hector, Imelda and his other relatives from the other side but in one of the worst ways possible and he finds himself caught in a struggle between life and death.

Status: WIP 9/20, on hold, timeline is complete just need to get it written, need to fix tumblr tags

Crossovers

Quest for Origin: Ranger’s Apprentice x Percy Jackson (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

A young boy gets washed up on the shore of Camp Half Blood with no memories whatsoever of his life before. How did he end up there? Is it all just a coincidence? Or is it a message from the Gods? What's with his uncanny skill with the bow?

Status: On Hold (25/35), timeline complete, will probably continue with PJO TV show comes out, not yet posted on ff and tumblr

Kingdom Hearts

Coded Connection  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Post KH3. If Kairi keeps Sora's memory alive, he'll eventually call out to her right? Then it will be her turn to find him, hold him and never let go.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr and ff

Kuroko no Basuke

Yellow, Red, Green, Blue and Purple  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Collab with friend back in high school. All Kise wanted to do was complete one more level of Flow Free before practice starts. When you have teammates as lazy, eccentric, hyperactive, sociopathic or invisible as the Generation of Miracles though, sometimes the things that sound the simplest, can be the hardest to do. Crackfic

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr

Ranger’s Apprentice

Being a Ranger’s Wife  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

As Will leaves on a suicide mission, Alyss ponders on her choice to have married him.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr or AO3

Danger Zone (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Rangers are human. Humans make mistakes. The difference though between an ordinary human and a ranger is the consequences they'll eventually face for past mistakes. Will should have known that for rangers, this included being on the run from an angry group of pirates with his silver oakleaf on the line.

Status: Probably Abandoned, first fanfic I have ever written lmao, completely forgot where I was going with this, not yet posted on tumblr or ffn.

Farmer’s Apprentice  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Will lied to Mr. Chubb about stealing from the kitchen years ago. How did that small decision change the course of the young boy's life? AU Crack fic.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr or AO3

Masters, Apprentices and Sons (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Gilan accepts Morgarath's challenge in the Plains of Uthal and Halt is left to care for his apprentice in the aftermath of the battle. Halt wonders why it took him this long to realize that there was no fine line between an apprentice and a son.

Status: WIP. I have written out all the way until chapter 5 but I completely lost the files. I don’t know if my current frustration will allow me to continue this.

The Fall of a Hero  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Will had fallen from his place as one of the top rangers in the corps and one of the top figures in Araluen and it's up to his friends to help pull him back up. Recovery Fic.

Status: WIP, timeline not written, could probably still continue this, just need to catch up to the series

Prince of Tennis

A Break from Ingenuity  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Timing is everything. Fuji gets his timing wrong, makes one misstep then finds himself facing a career ending injury. Maybe, that's when everyone will realize that he's human too.

Status: WIP. Will probs continue if new POT content comes out.

Yuri on Ice

Surprises  (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

With all the stress piling up for the Japanese National Championship and more importantly, the World Championship, one can expect an athlete to get injured. To have the coach be the one struck by a career ending injury during practice is another story. That's exactly how Victor surprised the crowd though, maybe for the last time.

Status: WIP (3/?), not yet posted on tumblr

[beckytailweaver]

[FIC] Unborn Destiny AU clip - Return to Sender

Once again here I come with another random bit of writing.  I can try to apologize for this nonsense but it’d just keep happening anyway.  So I hope you enjoy this draft clip from Unborn Destiny AU.

Unborn Destiny clip (Setting: Land of the Dead, Shantytown exterior, evening)

“Hey, it’s Cousin Héctor!”

The moment he was spotted coming down the rickety boardwalk into Shantytown, the cry took up and spread rapidly.  Héctor grinned and shouted greetings, keeping upbeat despite the sadness this place brought him.  Every time he visited he noted another missing face or three, or another new face shell-shocked and hopeless.

Skeletons of all stripes, all degrees of fading, all ragged and threadbare, rushed from their huts to meet him.  The baskets of treats and hand-me-down clothes he’d brought were passed to friends and quickly distributed amidst laughter, cheering, and sometimes even tears.

The Riveras had done a great deal to improve the lives of those in Shantytown since Héctor had come home to his family, using their own resources as well as their influence in the community to inspire other sympathetic clans to share their bounty with those who had none.  To the nearly-Forgotten souls, even meager gifts from poor but well-meaning neighbors meant the world.

It was an uphill battle in many cases; the greater portion of the Land of the Dead never liked the reminder that they would all be Forgotten someday, preferring that the fading ones remain out of sight and leave them to their carefree afterlives, but Héctor had been surprised to learn how many people felt for their plight and, with the right leadership, were more than willing to help.

Maybe someday, no more of his adopted family would have to fade alone.

Héctor stayed for a while to raise a toast, to share some stories and laughter.  He didn’t like celebrity, especially not these days, but he knew his presence gave the Forgotten ones hope.  He’d already been something of a legend among them even before he’d been Remembered; the Forgotten seldom lasted a decade after landing in Shantytown, much less twenty or thirty or ninety years.

Héctor had clearly been almost entirely Forgotten, yellowed and shambling like a puppet made of dry bamboo, and yet he was older than all of them.  He’d been in Shantytown far longer than even Chicharrón, hanging on through the threads of a handful of living memories that dwindled decade to decade.  His seeming immortality among the Forgotten had been the stuff of whispered fireside stories, awed stares from newcomers, and not a few betting pools over the last century.

He’d once half-jokingly bet on himself lasting until the year 2000, after Imelda had passed, if only to give himself the hope he’d have enough time to get across the Bridge.  He’d won the bet eventually, but anyone who might’ve been in the pool had long since faded by then.  Coco’s memory held him by a string, lonely, limping, and all but immortal in a village of the dying.

Now that he’d survived a brush with the Final Death and returned as one of the Remembered, he’d become something like a hero in Shantytown, or possibly a religious figure—Héctor wasn’t really sure which.  Many of the Forgotten would try to touch him, or grasp his hands, as if he could impart some sort of blessing that would spare them their sad fates.  It was kind of awkward and he didn’t enjoy the attention like Ernesto would have, but the Forgotten were still his adopted family, and he wanted to do what he could to give them hope.  If a little of his time on top of the weekly gifts could help, then he would bring them smiles and jokes and music along with the comfortable socks and good drinks.

But he couldn’t save them, any more than he had saved himself.  Only the living could do that.

One of the Shantytown residents, an older woman not quite elderly, sidled up to tug at his arm, pulling him away from the voices and laughter in the crowd.  “Ay—hola Tía Alicia!  The new shawl suits you—”

“Shh-ch-ch-cht!  Bother the shawl,” the lady huffed.  “Listen, there’s been a new arrival since yesterday, a niño, kind of a young one, and he’s been in a state since he got here.  I’m not so sure he belongs here—he’s white as cotton—but he came in alone and he was asking for you.”

“Eh?  Me?”  Héctor blinked in confusion.

“Young cariño like that shouldn’t be left alone in death.”  Alicia shook her head sadly, squeezing Héctor’s arm.  “He’s too new to be Forgotten—what sort of people would forget a child so soon?  He must be here by mistake.  But he was looking for you, asked which house was yours, and he’s not come out since.  Nobody’s been able to coax him out, so we thought...”

“You want Cousin Héctor to work a little of his magic, eh?”  Héctor grinned easily, fighting down the sudden anxiety coiling where his gut used to be.  There should be no reason a recently-living child was looking for him.  He wasn’t famous.  No one in his living family should be dying any time soon.

“You can do magic or maracas or whatever,” Alicia said, pushing him a little toward his old hut down the boardwalk.  “You’re the one he’s looking for—go fix it, silly boy!”

“Right, right, I’m on it!”  Smiling to mask his unease, Héctor danced away from her shove and started down the rickety wooden path.  “Keep the party going for me, Tía!”

The woman waved her hand dismissively after him and Héctor headed for his old home.  It still stood empty, even more than a year after he’d left it; he supposed the Forgotten viewed it almost as a kind of shrine.  Clothes and items abandoned by those who’d faded into Final Death were often left there like offerings, instead of strewn about like they once were.  It had become a kind of waystation for the newly Forgotten and those who needed a coat or a blanket or whatever could be found there.

It was his own house, sort of, so he didn’t knock before entering; he simply pushed the listing door aside and stepped in, peering around the dim interior.  It was late, and only moonlight filtered in through the rickety gap that passed for a window next to the sagging cot that had once been his bed.  The blankets were misplaced, pulled into a huddle in the darkest corner behind the cot.  A rustling alerted him to another presence, but did nothing to settle the strange feeling thrumming up his spine.

“Hola!” Héctor called softly, cheerily.  “Niño?  I know you’re here.  The nice tía outside is worried you might be lost.  I’m Héctor!”

The huddle of blanket shifted, and Héctor caught the telltale white gleam of bone and a flicker of wide eyes.

“There you are!”  Héctor smiled kindly and held out a hand.  “You were looking for me, hm?  I’ll help you.  Why don’t you come on out and we’ll see about finding your—”

“Papá Héctor!”

The sound of that familiar voice was like being dropped into icy water.  If he’d still had a throat, he would have choked on his own words.  The young skeleton—all bones, no flesh, no light, no life—was stumbling out of the tangle of blanket and Héctor didn’t realize he’d fallen to his knees until the guitar slung on his back rang out upon hitting the floor.

“Miguel—?” he rasped, as his great-great-grandson collided with his sternum and clutched at him.  “No...no no no no no what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, Papá Héctor!”  Miguel was crying, sobbing into the front of Héctor’s vest.  “I don’t know what happened!  I didn’t mean to!  I’m sorry!”

The tears forcibly kicked him back into motion and Héctor wrapped his arms around his grandson, numb with shock.  Vaguely he wondered, hoped that this was a nightmare—he had plenty of those—but even in nightmares his hands remembered the warmth and softness of holding this boy.

Miguel weighed next to nothing, and the softness was gone.  There was only the hard angles of bones in his embrace; small fragile bones like the branches of a seedling trembling in the wind.

“It’s okay,” Héctor managed shakily, rocking the boy to try to soothe him, and maybe to soothe himself.  “It’s okay, mijo...shhh...it’s okay, it’s okay...”

Maybe if he said it enough, he could believe his own words.

(end...for now)

I told you I was gonna turn Miguel into a skeleton!

These clips jump around a lot in the fic timeline, and that’s mainly because this fic is growing like a patch of mushrooms rather than in any linear order... ^_^;; It kind of is what it is. I’ll take what I can get from the plot bunnies!

It’s so incredibly busy in my head right now ‘cause I have a Coco DVD and the plunnies are reveling in it.

[recipesfromdc]

I told you that one day I was going to make this. 

So this is the recipe I used for the heart cake I posted the other day. 

I will not take credit from her, I definitely want to share this link because it went over very much in-depth how to accomplish this. I just wanted to share, if anyone should choose to attempt this again, some of the things that went into making it (for me). 

1. It’s vegan

That was the major obstacle I had to overcome. 

The crepes were vegan and I used this recipe here except with AP flour instead of whole wheat. I used coconut whipped cream for the layers and gel food coloring to make the colors. 

2. It took a lot to make.

My first lesson was don’t use a fucking 10″ crepe pan. Fuck me but that was the worst. It meant that I had to use so much shit to get it to work. 

For one, to get the number of crepes I needed, I needed to quadruple the crepe recipe. It got me to about 20-30 crepes depending on how thick I made the batter. 

That also affected the amount of whipped cream I needed to use. I used an entire 12-pack of coconut milk because it was cheaper to buy off Amazon than it was to pay $3 a can at the store...and I used all of it and still needed more. I supplemented the cream with Coco Whip and coconut condensed milk (it’s a thing and it’s fucking amazing).

3. It takes time to make your crepes

Duh, but really. Making this many crepes took me about 2 hours. Just to get the numbers - two fucking hours. 

You also need to have them cool completely before you get the whip with them or it’ll melt. If you stack them too high, then they get soggy because they’re so warm. How did I get around it?

I made two fucking stacks of crepes. 

Alternating as I made them, I put the first in the pile on the right, the second on the pile on the left, the third on the pile on the right, so on and so forth. This allowed it to cool twice as long and decreased the amount of sogginess in the middle. 

When they were done, I let them rest for a few minutes while I set up my assembly. 

4.  Don’t over-estimate the height of your cake

Eugenie Kitchen goes over how to make the basic template and I believe that they also have templates you can print out. (My printer is broken though...) When I made my template, I overestimated how much space to make between the lines and so my first “draft” came out as a really flat heart. 

Honestly I think it almost came out better this way than the real thing did.

This cake didn’t have nearly the amount of layers that my final piece did, but this gives you an idea of the height I ended up with plus maybe about one or two more centimeters for the layers I added. 

5. Cake spinners are your best friend. So are spatulas...and not piping bags

I didn’t use a piping bag. I tried but my hands melted my whip and they didn’t come out quite right. 

The whip I used was just soft enough to form so I used a combination of a pastry spatula, spoons, and chopsticks to form my layers. I also used a cake spinner that I got in a combo box that is now my new best friend in terms of kitchen gadgets. 

Of course you do not need all of these fancy gadgets but let me tell you, the ability to spin my cake around while I worked it made it so much easier.

6. Use a sharp knife.

You do not want to smush your layers. 

After all that work you will cry. 

7. Trim the edges

One of the things I didn’t do was trim the edges of the crepes. I regret this decision.

When you make crepes, you pour a dollop of batter in the middle and roll the pan around so that it coats the entire bottom of the pan until you reach the edges. Ideally, you want to have it roll up the sides just a little bit and that helps to tell you when you should flip it. 

This means that when you finish making your crepes, each of them have little curved bits at the edges...that are prone to drying out and bending. This also gives the edges of your crepe cake an unevenness that you really don’t want and makes it hard to ice the sides.

So you stack your crepes neatly, put a plate over top of it, and carefully trim the edges. Just like that! You get identically-sized crepes and you don’t get the weird crispy bits you don’t want. It’s an extra step but it’s a win-win!

8. Plan accordingly.

At one point I set up a chair in the kitchen while I made my crepes. I nearly fell asleep a few times too. 

It took me two hours to make the crepes and roughly another four or more to complete all the layers. 

This doesn’t count the fact that the whip needs to set overnight so it has some substance when you use it. Please do not forget this because I did and I was sad. 

9. Stay cool

If the whip looks like it’s losing shape, put it back in the refrigerator. 

Take breaks and put the cake where it is cool (if you are making it somewhere warm) but don’t leave it in there for too long or cracks will begin to form in the whip and it will dry out. 

10. Ask for help

Really. So many times I wanted to stop and ask people what they thought or ask them to sit with me while I made the crepes. It’s a long process that at heart is very simple but is very tedious and important that you complete in one go. You can take breaks, but you can’t just leave it for another day and even taking breaks you risk the whip drying out and cracking in the refrigerator. 

Pace yourself. You want this to come out right so you don’t want to marathon your time in the kitchen. Make a few layers, put everything in the refrigerator for a few minute’s break. Start again. Take it step by step. 

That being said, if anyone is fucking crazy enough to attempt this, feel free to ask me! I could write a fucking novel about this experience. 

It was a lot of effort, a lot of hard work, a lot of practice, and a lot of time. It almost literally took blood, sweat, and tears to make (just kidding it really did). I woke up early and spent so much time working on this but it was worth it to see and hear everyone gasp when they saw it. 

Even now I really can’t complain about everything I went through for this goddamn cake because in the end it was worth it for my dearest @viberyder​

Happy birthday again!