#day when i was writing project icarus

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone Danny Masterpost

So its been like, almost a week since the first part of clone danny came out and, in unsurprising Starry fashion, I already have six parts out. Granted they're not very long but six parts ARE six parts, so here is a masterpost!

Part 1. Danny Fenton Lives!! And also becomes a vigilante

Part 2. More Danny Fenton Trying To Be Phantom

Part 3. Danny finds out he's a clone. Oh and look Bruce is here too

Part 4. What to do when your genetic donor is suddenly in the same building as you: a guide to avoidance

Part 4.5. Dani's Got The Scary Dog Privileges: More On That Here

Part 5. Damian is a menace, and so is Ellie, actually.

Part 6. The Waynes Leave, finally!… And Danny ends up in Gotham

Part 7. Danny's still in Gotham. Send Help

Part 7.5. Remember Dan in part 2? he's back in an interlude :)

Part 8. Danny Gets His Phone Call

Memes PT1 Memes PT2

A Reflection On Danny's Reaction To Being A Clone

Other:

Au of an Au: combining two clones Clone^2 snippets More Clone^2 danny's hands

Danny becoming Phantom (Clone^2 AND Clone Danny applicable)

Starry geeks out about her unintentionally putting meaning behind Danny being Phantom without powers.

Tag for @gin2212 bc you wanted one when the masterpost went out

[rubydubydoo122]

In every universe Jason Peter Todd dies young. It’s a fate sealed across the multiverse. Maybe he could hope that there’s one universe where he doesn’t. aka, Jason, Dick, and Bruce go multiverse hopping, and are not having a fun time. (Ps, when I started writing this fic I hced Jason as Latino, but I don't really believe in that hc anymore, so just a heads up if you don't like that hc)

TRIGGER WARNING -> Child Death (it's Jason) and overdose

Bruce seemed to have that look on his face. The one where he was about to tell Jason something he didn’t want to hear in that tone that made him feel like he was 12 again.

12, like the little lamb who the Joker had Gutted alive, eaten alive.

Jason had to swallow the bile that was rising up in his throat, and turned to Bruce, “I’m sorry I killed the Joker, but not really. You can yell at me later for it. Ok?” Jason wasn’t taking any of Bruce’s ‘Holier than thou’ attitude. He know. He knows he’ll never be good enough for Bruce. He’s known since the moment his brain was sewn back together by the Lazarus waters. Jason knew he could never be good enough for Bruce. If Jason knows that, Bruce has to know that.

Dick was leaning against a wall head clutched in his hands and with his eyes squeezed shut shut. Then he took a deep breath, and it was almost instantaneous the way Dick collected himself.

Just another way Jason wasn’t Dick and would never be him. 

Though, Jason felt like he was missing something when he realized both Bruce and Dick were plastering on their gala smiles.

Though Dick’s voice was tight, barely masking the venom when he spoke, “Ms. Haywood.”

Jason doesn’t think he’s ever turned around so fast, “ Mom?”

Sheila’s eyes lit up in a way Jason couldn’t explain, “Willis,” She swatted Jason’s chest, but let her hand linger, “I thought you were the one who told me to stop calling you papi. ”

Oh. oh. Ew. Ew. Ew. This was some “Back to the Future” type buffoonery. He took a step back, but then noticed how eyes were red and pupils were dialated, “Sheila, are you high?”

She giggled, “It’s just a little coke.” she moved closer and ran a hand up and down Jason’s chest, “You look nice. Almost like the day we met.”

Dick swatted Sheila’s hand away and slightly stepped inbetween the two.

Jason could feel his shoulders creep down a little, now that Dick was acting as a wall “Where’s Jason?”

Sheila pouted, “but Willy, it’s my weekend with him.”

“You’re as high as Icarus right now, and outside, without him. I think I have every right to see my son. Can I borrow your keys?” He held a hand out.

She hummed, “Alright, butcha gotta gimmie something first.”

“Ok…”

She put a finger to her chin and looked up, “A romantic old kiss.”

Jason was about to die from discomfort and cringe into hell, “How about… I promise you one for later.”

She sidestepped Dick and gripped Jason’s collar, “nuh, uh uh,”

Jason was dead. He was dead, and this was hell, “Sheila, please, not–not in front of my Dad.” Jason glanced at Bruce who seemed to be rebooting. The words kinda slipped out, but they seemed to make her falter, “And you’re making a really bad first impression.” Hopefully this wouldn’t be much of an issue. He was pretty sure Papi’s parents died years before he was born, because this was Gotham. No one lived long.

“Oh.” Sheila immediately let go, and smoothed her hair, “It’s nice to meet you sir. I- uh, Willis didn’t tell me he was bringing you. I’m Dr. Sheila Haywood.” She held out a hand

Bruce raised an eyebrow, but didn’t shake it back. It was a power play that Bruce uses with superheroes he didn’t trust. 

“Sheila, why don’t you go on a little walk. Sober up. Then we can all talk together.”

“Yeah. Ok.” She dug her keys out of her pocket, handed them to Jason, and headed down the block.

He ignored Bruce and Dick’s looks as he headed towards the apartment listed on the keychain. It wasn’t too far, a couple buildings down, but something about this Gotham made him feel… off kilter. He didn’t really recognize it as well as the other ones. It seemed… better somehow. Not that there wasn’t crime happening around them, it’s just, compared to their Gotham, the crime seemed juvinile.

The opened the door to the building and went to the third story. Only to realize the door to the apartment wasn’t even locked.

It’s because she was high.

But then why didn’t Jason lock the door? By the time he was five he knew locking the doors were important.

“Mama?”

That was a baby.

He heard scrambling, and the sound of small footsteps making their way to see who had just come in. Baby Jay laid eyes on Jason and his face lit up, “Papi!” and the toddler was barrelling towards him. 

Jason squatted down to embrace the Baby Jay, and stood up while bringing the kid with him. Jason was very skilled at the art of picking up kids. The Alley Kids don’t call him Tio Rojo for no reason. 

He planted a kiss in Baby Jay’s curls, “What have you been up to, Mi alma.”

Baby Jay leaned into Jason’s shoulder an shook his head. Though, it was a bit aggressive, so Jason was 90% certain he was wiping his face on Jason’s shirt, “Nothin’...” Jay looked up and held Jason’s face with both hands, “Papi, your eyes hold the whole earth.”

Jason gave Jay a little laugh, “Is that so?” Though he held Jay’s eye contact. Something… something was off.

“They’re brown like the dirt, green like the trees, and blue like the oceans.”

There was a soft chuckle, that definitely did not come from Dick. Except, Bruce doesn’t chuckle. At least not anymore.

Jason turned around to look at Bruce, who was looking reverently fondly longingly warmly at the two of them, “It’s nice to know you’ve always had a way with words.”

Honestly, Jason might’ve stool there gaping like a fish for years if Baby Jay didn’t start making grabby hands towards Bruce. 

Bruce’s eyes narrowed and reached a hand out to wipe Jason’s face. Baby Jay began to flop towards Bruce, and Bruce immediately caught him, “Hey there, Jay. What’s on your hands?”

“Nothin’!” Jay stuffed his hands in his tiny pockets, “I don’t even have hands.”

If Bruce didn’t look so worried serious, Jason would’ve laughed. Except he didn’t, because now that he thought about it, it did feel like something was on his face. 

Dick made his way deeper into the apartment, very obviously looking for something.

He wiped it with his sleeve, and when he looked at it, there was a white chalky substance clinging to the brown leather. 

“Shit!” Dick swore from the kitchen, “There’s cocaine spilled on the dining table. And a spoon.”

“Call 911.” Jason immediately bent down to grab the Narcan from the pocket by his ankle. Except the packet he had was empty. He used it to help a man who was overdosing during patrol, before their stakeout with Black Mask.

And Bruce keeps Narcan in the vehicles he drives, not his utility belt. Because the parts of Gotham Batman patrols ‘doesn’t have much of a drug problem.’ “Dick, do you carry Narcan with you?”

“I ran out a couple days ago, and only had time to restock for my uniform.” Meaning Officer Grayson would have Narcan, not Nightwing.

Jason looked back to Bruce and Baby Jay. Bruce who’s eyebrows were furrowing more and more, and Baby Jay who was looking at Bruce like he was an angel.

Jason stood up, “Sheila’s a doctor. Maybe… Maybe there’s some in the bathroom? Or the kitchen. Or somewhere.”

He made his way to the bathroom. It was where Mami kept the Narcan when her opiates had been messed around with. There was a first aid kit, but only the with the basic bandaids, antibiotics and painkillers.

“There…There isn’t a home phone.” 

What?

Jason remembers using the homephone to call 911 when– right. Sheila’s his mom, not Catherine.

Still, why, why in the world would she leave a four year old at home alone ? Why in tarnation would she leave her cocaine in reach for a toddler ? She was a doctor , she should know better.

Even when Mami had doctors appointments and Papi was busy working, because chemotherapy is expensive, she would leave him with their neighbor, not all alone. And when the neighbors were too busy she would take Jason with her. Even when Mami had switched to opiates after they couldn’t pay for chemo, even when she was so tired she could barely walk, she made sure to keep the meds sealed and out of reach from Jason. And now, because Sheila was too careless, because Sheila didn’t care, because she didn’t want–

There was crying like the lamb like Tiny Tim. Right, Bruce was alone with a baby. He probably barely knew what to do.

He went into the living room and sat down next to Bruce, who was holding a wriggling Jay. Jason took Jay from Bruce and started rubbing his back. He was warmer than before, “What’s wrong?”

Jay grabbed at his chest, and pulled his shirt, “ Hurts .” Jason rested his hand on Jay’s chest. His heart was beating rapidly. 

Jason– Jason didn’t want to tell Baby Jay a poem to distract him. Because a poem would mean the end and– It can’t be the end. Not when, not when Baby Jay had never lived. Not when he had a whole lifetime ahead of him.

Bruce stood up, and went over to where the CD player was sitting on the windowsill.

“Bruce, what are you doing?”

Jason could tell what Bruce was doing. He was searching through the CD basket. He really meant why he was doing it.

“You, um, you said you used to listen to Billy Joel with your… Dad.” Bruce found the CD he was looking for, “This doesn’t say what song it is.”

“Billy never disappoints for any occasion.”

Bruce put the CD into the player, and the quick stacattos of the piano chords began to play. Maybe ‘Only the Good Die Young’ was a bad song to play when a toddler what fighting for his life.

Though Jay’s crying pettered out when he heard the music.

“ Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait; You Catholic girls start much too late; Aw, but sooner or later it comes down to fate; I might as well will be the one,” Jason stood up, and started swaying to the beat with Jay in his arms, as they listened to the song, “Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray; They built you a temple and locked you away; Aw, but they never told you the price that you pay; For things that you might have done. Well, only the good die young; That's what I said; Only the good die young; Only the good die young.”

Jason started singing, because he didn’t want Jay wondering why they were just swaying in silence, “ You mighta heard I run with a dangerous crowd; We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud; We might be laughing a bit too loud; Aw, but that never hurt no one; So come on, Virginia, show me a sign; Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line;” Jason covered Jay’s eyes, and earned a giggle, “ The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind; Never let's in the sun,” Jason felt his heart swell as Jay softly sang along. 

He was aware that Bruce and Dick were just watching. He was aware that Jay’s heartbeat was still getting faster and faster. He was aware when Jay stopped singing along. He was aware when Jay went into cardiac arrest. He was aware when Dick started doing chest compressions on the doll on the couch. He just couldn’t seem to move his arms, or legs. He couldn’t seem to blink and he couldn’t hear anything. Weren’t they just listening to Billy Joel? What were they listening to again? Vienna? My Life?

There would soon be a child buried in the ground. In a coffin that was too small. There were now seven coffins in the ground that were too small. There was going to be more. With each universe the went to, they brought the death of a Jason like an inescapable prophacy.

Everything lurched around him. The sun engulfed the earth, though it goosebumps dotted his skiin like there was six feet of snow on the ground and he was buried in it. He was buried in white.

A child was gone.

[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: Desecrate

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟼𝚝𝚑 || 𝙱𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃

sorry for stepping away for a few weeks, there were a couple things happening in my life that required my full attention!

BUT I'M BACK!!! (a lil bit late BUT THAT'S OKAY) and I come with news!

I was accepted into Lavender Con! It's a new book convention in Washington, DC that's coming up in June! I will be attending as an author with 2 days of signing time for Call Me Icarus! I will also be bringing a couple proofs of Incorrect Eyes, I might even give them out as ARCs!!

Incorrect Eyes is entering revisions! I stopped working on it for a few weeks to let it ruminate while some alpha readers looked at it. Not all of my readers have come back to me at this point, but I have enough feedback that I want to start working on it and get it rolling!

Desecrate is entering re-writes! I have a decent amount written from last spring when I used Desecrate as my final project for Starting A Novel. Since then, I have changed a lot of things including the entirety of Kit's personality, so the story is going into full re-writes!

I have a new project on my plate! I had the idea for a cozy fantasy that I would love to work on in the background as a way to sort of decompress from my heavy hitters (a.k.a. my stories about: rebellion & revolution, paranoia & body horror, and the deconstruction of religion & religious trauma). This is a background work so I don't wanna talk too much on it, but i'm very excited about it!!

I think that covers most of what's going on! I spent a lot of time developing a (nearly 10k word) plot outline for desecrate and we're going back in from square one!

But I know y'all are here for the snippies:

snippies are going to be a little bit different moving forward now that the news of tumblr feeding our posts to AI has come out. I've already opted out of this happening again, but just in case tumblr is a soulless corporation (it is), I am still going to remain cautious. That means the snippies I share will now be from early drafts of my stories and will not be the same as they appear on page. They might also be shorter! but I don't want to stop sharing all-together

from desecrate:

Kit feels emotions thick in the back of his throat as he walks through the home. Everything has been left untouched, covered by a light layer of dust from the year of vacancy. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a lot to move in, there isn’t much room left. “Whoa, are these all you?” Benny asks from across the room. Ah yes, the Kit wall. His mother had installed it in the house before they moved to the city, leaving his papa here alone. It’s the far wall of the living room and it’s filled with hundreds of photos, all of him from the time of his birth up until the day they moved about a decade ago. Kit walks over to join Benny just as Father Isaac comes up behind them, resting his hands on their shoulders (Kit & Benny are shoulder to shoulder w/ father Isaac between then but behind them family portrait style). His eyes scan over his youth photographed before him. Pictures of him as an infant in the frilly dresses his mom made him wear, pictures from every year of ballet he did, pictures from ever sport he ever participated it. “Oh my God!” Benny gasps. “Kitty, you never told me that you were a cheerleader?” In her hand is a picture from 8th grade, the year before they moved. The year before kit’s life changed. A pang of sadness resounds through Kit’s heart as he looks at the picture. He was happy, truly happy then. He misses those much simpler times when he didn’t know who he was but that didn’t matter, that didn’t stop him from doing what he loved to do with the people he loved.

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kaito pov/centric fic recs

I went digging through my bookmarks haha (all the way back from 2019 when the brainrot started, and no regrets :D) for Kaito pov/centric (or mostly centric at least)

I am very biased towards kaishin big bangs hehe, and kaishin in general

I also asked for some recs in the dcmk fanfic discord server a while back.

All of these are completed unless marked (but recheck the tags, I might have missed a few, whoops)

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Archive of our own / ao3:

Last Day again: https://archiveofourown.org/series/800091 Kaito time loop series (yes an entire series!!). Kaishin

Dance with the mirror: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39622971 Kaito character analysis, gen

Can't Say Goodbye by Beedok:

Angst, "Shinichi remained confident nothing would ever kill him until it was too late. After 'Conan' 's funeral, Kaito now has to fulfill a promise and give Ran closure in regards to Shinichi. Because breaking her heart a second time seems like such an easy thing to do…"

Cut Scenes: Detective Conan Movies: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7943296/chapters/18159076 I haven’t read this yet, but this was recced in the server

Moonlit Glow: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23545234  Chilling oneshot

Agency: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17663150/chapters/41657681  I bookmarked this one back in 2019, but I don’t remember much of it unfortunately ehe… But I’m trusting my past self’s recommendation. Can be seen as pre-kaishin

Funeral March of a Marionette: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25672018/chapters/62326738  Same for this one but I’m so hyped to reread this one

Safety Net: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19323418/chapters/45964690 Kaishin, switched pov between Kaito and Shinichi/Conan

Aquatic Bouquet: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25650679  Oh yes, this kaishin oneshot has stayed in my brain ever since it released :). Soulmates au with beautiful imagery

The Boughs Unbowed: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25632952 Kaito turns into a bird and he’s forced to rely on Shinichi for help, Kaishin

Give Me a Hug Verse: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1110615 The second fic is kaito’s pov, two cute oneshots total in the series, kaishin

Wiz KID: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11563662 Kaishin oneshot

I see murder victims: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16116212 Title. Crack. I love crack

I don’t get to have you either way: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38364151 Very similar energy to one above, kaishin crack, soulmates au

sew me up again: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17006256  Kaito character study, tw! suicidal ideation and thoughts

Forever: https://archiveofourown.org/works/749957/chapters/1399544#workskin Magic Kaito, Kaito retires. Bittersweet fic

Thrown for a Loop: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31101554/chapters/76843922 Kaishin soulmate au where time loops when you’re in the proximity of your soulmate until you meet them Switching pov

i know we just met but: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41475936 Kaishin, "You go in for a parfait and suddenly Kudou Shinichi is hitting on you. Even Kaito couldn't have predicted this turn of events. Good thing he's not supposed to be Kaito right now." Kaishin

Shedding the Disguise: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21431890 Magic Kaito, Kaiao, Trans Kaito :)

Synchronicity: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31011884/chapters/76603382 Recommended by the server. I haven’t read it yet. Pov switches from Kaito and Shinichi, kaishin

Oh, Icarus: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43897968/chapters/110373315 Long fic, incomplete. I haven’t finished this yet but I’m loving every moment!

Lisa_Telramor: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lisa_Telramor/pseuds/Lisa_Telramor/works?fandom_id=447712 Recced by server. She writes some Kaito pov but with HakuKai

Reichenbach: https://archiveofourown.org/series/816357 Recced by server, and I have read it before. Super good! Kid's relationship to Aoko, Nakamori-keibu, and the KID task force. Gen. Warning: permanently discontinued

Riddle in Reverse + there is an incomplete sequel with 8 times length: 1) https://archiveofourown.org/works/5888164/chapters/1357108 2) https://archiveofourown.org/works/23367370 Recced by server (claimed to be super good)

Secrets in Indigo: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18531904 Long fic, complete, this has literally been on my to-read list since it was published ;-; (2019)

Kaitou in the Sky with Diamonds: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26737309 Oneshot, this is so Kaito. He would absolutely do this. A fic about Kaito chilling with the gem he stole, gen

Caught: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3547424 Nakamori has a talk with Kaito

Civilian: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23892829 Kaito Kuroba investigates a supposed abandoned building with Shinichi, trying to hide his identity

transparency: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35244136 Kaito gets hit by a truth spell during a heist, kaishin

Livin’ the Dream: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31425584 Plss this kills me its so funny. Kaishin, Kaito goes undercover as customer service, Shinichi makes his life hell through a phone call, not an au, it’s canon compliant(ish)

KID Killer, Son of Kaitou KID?!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38745036/chapters/96876438#workskin Crack, see the title haha. Kaishin

The skin on my neck is choking me to death: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36138523 “Kaito used to be a shapeshifter.”

Déjà Vous: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19009615/chapters/45143779 Kaishin, dimension travel!! Waa I love this one! Kaito travels to a world where critics are thieves and thieves are critics. Kaishin

Oh Shit! There is two of them!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36155422 “ While having a heist in Osaka, Kaito accidently runs into Soshi Okita where confusion and panic occurs.”

Choices: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29806803 Aoko and KID have a chat. identity reveal

Snow Blindness: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28265169 “Kaito really should know by now: Never make a wish in the proximity of a supposedly magical jewel. Especially during a blizzard on Christmas Eve.” Kaiao

Be a Better Me: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24021049 AAA I LOVE THIS AU IT’S A SERIES TOO “ Kaito thought that the Robot Incident ended with the destruction of his copycat robot. He couldn't have guessed how wrong that assumption was when he is injured months later.”

i know the future looks blurry: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32892862 ORV / Omniscient Reader AU! <3 <3 <3, kaishin

do not stand at my grave and weep: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27419734 Explores the relationship between Kaito and his father through Kaitou KID

White Dove Love: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37771348 “ It all started when Kaitou KID and Conan were talking about soulmates on a rooftop, neither knowing the other was their soulmate.” Kaishin soulmates au

A Dash of Pain: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23989507 Kaishin soulmate au, where soulmates share pain. Kaito never expected to taser his soulmate!

a knight and a king walk into a museum (but not really): https://archiveofourown.org/works/42411981 crack treated seriously by everyone except KID.  “ This week's exhibit was definitely...strange. (who the heck leaves a boulder in the middle of the room?)”

Le Voleur Blanc: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33572437/chapters/83420680 Lupin iii x Kaito Kid Crossover!!! It's super good >v< "Lupin the Third versus Kaitou KID; the movie that Gosho will never give us. KID goes after a jewel his father failed to steal on a previous heist, but Lupin is out for revenge after KID’s prank in Kansai. A showdown of two famous thieves over the Blue Belle of Asia commences!" And give some love to the creator's tumblr post too: https://digitallyfanged.tumblr.com/post/660922135546642432/hi-guys-i-decided-to-write-a-fanfic-i-will-be

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Fanfiction.net / ff.net: ft. Lots of Luna Darkside fics. I def recommend thier fics if you love Kaishin: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4223661/Luna-Darkside 

And also Alaena F. Dragonstar: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/284341/Alaena-F-Dragonstar

It’s just a dream: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11949922/1/It-s-just-a-dream  Magic Kaito, KID gets shot, and Kaito wakes up in the middle of the night, only to meet his father. “KID gets shot after a heist and crashes with his glider. After he wakes up the world is... different. Is it just a dream? Or was everything up until now a nightmare?”

Wana Bet?: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13448276/1/Wanna-bet This isn’t Kaito’s pov, but more Kaito-centric, outsider pov (?) “Several people throughout Tokyo meet a man dressed in white traveling through the city. To be fair there is a heist announced, so it's not really all that surprising to see a cosplayer walking around. Simply said - nothing interesting to see. Or is there?”

Elevator: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7792049/1/Elevator Kaishin, Kaito and Shinichi chat in an elevator during a heist

Kidding Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10990762/1/Kidding-Around “Kudō Shinichi turns up on Kuroba Kaito's doorstep to demand answers. It pretty much goes downhill from there.”

The Amethyst Dream: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8680695/1/The-Amethyst-Dream “It was definitely one of the more memorable heists. /oneshot, KaiShin/“

Break the Lock If It Don't Fit: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11164674/1/Break-the-Lock-If-It-Don-t-Fit “The first thing Kaito does upon seeing tantei-kun's adult form is shriek, "Why didn't you tell me?" and kick him in the face. /ShinKai & KaiShin, oneshot, complete/“

Not the Best Hostage: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5301435/1/Not-the-Best-Hostage “Snake tries a new strategy against Kid. It doesn't work. One-shot.”

A New Opponent: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5926017/1/A-New-Opponent “Conan can't make it to the Kaitou Kid heist, so he sends a replacement.”

i know everything about you now: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11565303/1/i-know-everything-about-you-now “Kudo Shinichi is out sick. Kuroba Kaito, of course, decides to take advantage of this fact.”

The Magic Kaito fandom: https://www.fanfiction.net/anime/Magic-Kaito-%E3%81%BE%E3%81%98%E3%81%A3%E3%81%8F%E5%BF%AB%E6%96%97/

Unlike ao3, ‘pure’ fandoms and crossovers are more distinct on ff.net, so there’s a higher chance of ‘pure’ Magic Kaito fics here

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Update, 20 March 2024: (link first, comment under)

Kaishin, kaito centric, watching the show fic. It's been absolutely fantastic so far <3

Danny phantom au!

An absolutely wonderful collection of oneshots. Kaishin

Kaishin with generous helping of chaos and Kaito's insanity. It's hard to explain, but go take a look :))

gen, One piece and Magic Kaito crossover

gen, a very intriguing mysterious fic <3

Trans ayumi fic, with Kai as his adoptive dad :)

Trans nb Kaito fic

A super fun idea!! gen

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LynMars FFXIV Write 2023 Master Post

This year's challenge completed! Congrats to everyone who wrote anything at all this month, even if just one prompt! Thanks again to @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for 7 years of this!

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Anything wolcred ship-related is marked by an asterisk* as usual. Commentary and stats for anyone interested below the Read More.

01. Envoy: ARR; Aeryn makes her Grand Company choice. 02. Bark: Dark has the wrong pie thief suspect. 03. Free Day! 04. Off the Hook: EW; Lucia & Maxima explore their new HQ. 05. Barbarous: HW; Aeryn's frustrated by the land of her birth. 06. Ring: EW; keepsakes & memories of Aeryn's mother. 07. Noisome: Dark & Iyna contend with ubiquitous seasonal flavors. 08. Shed: EW; Aeryn answers Zenos at the edge of everything. 09. Fair: EW; Azem's brother tries to ensure the future has his aid. 10. Free Day! 11. Once Bitten Twice Shy: ShB Bozja; unwarranted concerns. 12. Dowdy: Backstory; Aeryn's always had Opinions about fashion. 13. Check: Iyna discovers C'oretta's personal business. 14. Clear*: ShB; semi-poetic sweetness of coming together. 15. Portentous: Backstory. Zaine speaks to Tanzel about a decision. 16. Jerk: EW; Aeryn meets an old friend as the Final Days loom. 17. Free Day! 18. Fish Out of Water: Shb: G'raha gets used to his new life. 19. Weal: EW; Vrtra sees to his people and their home. 20. Hamper: In a possible future, Iyna answers academic questions. 21. Grave: Legacy; Zaine Striker returns to his childhood home. 22. Fulsome: C'oretta sorts through her parents' old promos. 23. Suit: ARR; what the Scions wore that most fateful night. 24: Free Day! 25. Call it a Day: Pre-ARR; Iron Summer contemplating his daughter. 26. Last: EW; a final conversation between ancients. 27. Sole*: Post-ShB; Thancred vs the perils of Aeryn's flip-tastic jobs. 28. Blunt: Post-ShB; working with Gaius, like it or not. 29. Contravention: EW; "In from the Cold" violates laws of nature. 30. Amity: EW; Varshahn & Aeryn discuss Thavnair & Garlemald.

Only 2 short shippy prompts all month! All 4 modern girls got a couple spotlights, various family cameos and backstories, a future prompt as is tradition, Zaine had a few posts, a few NPC-only scenes, a LOT of Endwalker, and even Ancient Icarus got a story, tying into 2021's "Destruct" prompt and how/why the siblings' souls have been connected through time and reincarnations.

A few of these are alternate takes on scenes I've touched on before, but it's interesting what a new prompt at a different time can get one to say, how we change as writers in what we focus on and how we say it.

This comes in roughly 300 words shorter than last year, at 18,493. The week of the 18-22 I had off work for my birthday, and that had the most 1k+ prompts, with a word count nearly double the other 3 full weeks. While the longer prompts are good, I'm really happy with how so many of the short ones turned out!

I was again trying to be realistic about my time, energy, not pushing free write days...and also working on an original writing project on the side, so I actually did do more writing over the month, just not FFXIV related!

(Also why some of my responses were in just under the wire...)

But this was a good break and exercise from that other writing, and let me try a few new things.

And comparing to earlier years--especially 2017 and 2018 when I was getting back onto the writing horse and feeling out my OCs--I feel like my growth as a writer, especially to be more succinct yet still evocative when needed, is evident. I've gotten a lot of practice in over time, and this challenge is one of the things that helped me get to where I can write an original story on top of my fanfic!

Breakdowns for funsies: Longest: 21 Grave; 1,652 words Shortest: 14 Clear; 106 words

Between 100-500 words: 1 Envoy; 2 Bark; 4 Off the Hook; 5 Barbarous; 7 Noisome; 8 Shed; 14 Clear; 15 Portentous; 26 Last; 27 Sole. Between 500-1000 words: 6 Ring; 11 Once Bitten, Twice Shy; 13 Check; 16 Jerk; 18 Fish Out of Water; 22 Fulsome; 23 Suit; 25 Call it a Day; 28 Blunt; 29 Contravention; 30 Amity. 1000+ words: 9 Fair; 12 Dowdy; 19 Weal; 20 Hamper; 21 Grave.

I didn't look at the totals until the end; I only checked some of the shorter ones during the challenge to see if they hit my personal "500+ words" cut off for adding a Read More to the posts.

"Grave" honestly could have been a lot shorter; I started the plot too early, and much as I like Zaine making one last visit to his childhood Nana, for the purposes of the challenge, I could have just focused on going to the lichyard to save myself time and energy, and wrote about the visit on my own another time. On the other hand, it's done now!

Not sure which is a favorite; there's a lot I like.

As usual, these will be revised at...some point (some more than others, probably) and added to Ao3, in my various series and threads.

[aromanticbuck]

I'm here asking what story you would write for th title "and other machines"

Thank you for putting this somewhere I can't ignore it forever, I have so much chaos that I do need to type it all out instead of talking to you in circles on the bedroom floor 💜

And Other Machines

There is, in fact, such thing as a perfect society. Living costs nothing, and those that choose to work are assigned to projects intended to improve their city. Those who choose to stay home and take care of things like cooking and cleaning and, if they choose, any kind of children or pets, are given property and assigned a chosen worker to take in under their roof. Those who cannot take care of themselves are assigned to established households who can take on more responsibility.

Icarus "Cary" Lane doesn't want to do either of those things. They don't want to work in the hot sun to build homes or pave roads. They don't want to stay at home all day long and take care of other people and be utterly bored. Being assigned to be indoors or outdoors with no variation whatsoever doesn't appeal to them. They want to do more than just better their city when there's a whole world out there that could be bettered or, at the very least, explored.

When Cary reaches their twentieth birthday and is presented with The Choice, there's a third option presented on the multiple choice form. Work, Home, or Other. No one had ever mentioned the option before, never let on that there was something else beyond the binary choice that their society prepared them for from the age of ten. But it was exactly what they wanted. Other was the only definition for the life they wanted, the thing that only came to them in quiet moments and dreams.

But Other is something beyond even what Cary could have imagined, a secret that the government doesn't even whisper about among regular citizens. They're armed with new knowledge, and weaponry, and told that they have the same intentions as everyone else they knew growing up. They were bettering their city. They were protecting their city. They were protecting their society from the outside threats - the nearby cities that used antiquated things like money and job interviews instead of assignments.

No one inside the city knew about the war outside of it. No one inside the walls really knew what Other meant. But Cary and the Others knew that the society they knew could collapse at any moment.

[gracehosborn]

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

and

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Hi!! Thank you for the ask!! The original ask game can be found here.

🍄Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

This seems quite fun and vague. I feel like Ink of Destruction might best be suited for this.

“Vengeful Alternative Universes + Found Family = IOD”

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Shifting gears to my other major project: when I had started The American Icarus, I had agonized over the opening to this ambitious project and ended up rewriting it about eight times before coming to its current opening chapter.

One of the ideas I had was that the book would open in present tense from Hamilton’s first-person point of view and depict the beginnings of his duel with Aaron Burr, but abruptly stop right before Hamilton would pull his trigger. The rest of the story would be placed after this moment, and follow in chronological order the events leading up to the moment just shown told in past tense from Hamilton’s first-person point of view, then towards the end (having been shown all the context) the final pages of the story would wrap up the duel and its aftermath, and therefore the end. I think I had gotten this idea from Laura Kaye and Stephanie Dray’s My Dear Hamilton, which utilized this framework in telling Eliza’s story from her perspective and using a family legend of Eliza in her old age talking to James Monroe to do so. However, I realized that this idea, while interesting, didn’t feel right as this wasn’t the right approach for the story and items of interest I wanted to explore. I am also not the biggest fan of My Dear Hamilton, but that’s another post for another day.

Instead I decided to scrap this idea entirely, in favor of framing the story as Hamilton sitting down to write his posthumous memoirs, opening with him directly talking to the reader in explaining his reasonings as to why this is being done. Then having the story continue in chronological order from there.

That got longer than I expected. Hope these are enjoyable—and that you’ve had a good start to the new year!

[heytherejulietx]

shattered - jughead jones

↳ requested by anon, writing for riverdale again prompts; hiding their face in the other’s neck

↳ after proof reading this i’m now realising that this is practically the same as one of my other fics (need you - sweet pea x reader) so if you enjoy this i suggest reading that too. also i’m sorry this was so sad, i was fully projecting my bad week and three breakdowns into this lmfao

↳ content warnings - implication of breakdown and depression

↳ 1.2k word count

↳ just a reminder that reblogs are seriously appreciated as it helps my work get seen by more people! <3

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With the tears blurring her eyes and vision, her room looked kind of pretty. The colours of the bedroom wall blurred with the colours of the furniture, and all of it looked quite beautiful all swirled together. Though, she blinked, and as the tears ran down her cheeks the state of her bedroom became clearer again; the clothes on the floor, the mess that she hadn’t put away. the light wasn’t even on, she had laid there for so long that it had grown darker. The dark was welcomed because the light hurt her eyes, which were sore from crying. When she squeezed her eyes shut, the tears in her waterline bled through and soaked up into her pillow instead. Her bedsheets were almost suffocating, but she was too tired to move. She felt like if she even just attempted to, then she would shatter. Her phone laid on the floor across the room, the screen cracked from how hard it had hit the floor when she threw it. It kept buzzing with unopened messages that she didn’t have the energy to read. If someone asked her if she was okay, she was going to crumple.

Her bedroom door creaked open behind her, back facing the doorway, and her composure cracked slightly; her chest heaving with a constricted sob. She was in no way surprised that he was there, but she just wanted to cry alone. She always felt so weak when he saw her like that; so tired, so used, so nothing.

“Hey,” His hand was on her shoulder, warmth bleeding through the cover of bedsheets, and more tears soaked into her pillowcase. “Come here, I’ve got you.”

As much as she wanted to be left alone, once the comfort had been offered she couldn’t not take it. As soon as he had sat beside her, she caved, and rolled over into him. Her tears soaked into his jumper instead as her composure completely shattered, the stream of tears running a little quicker as she trembled. He held her against himself as she cried, his whispered comforts a muffled buzz in her ears, but better than nothing she supposed. Eventually though, her chest began to hurt again, and her free hand clutched her shirt over her heart in a tight fist.

“I’m sorry,” Her voice was broken, chest heaving with another tremble of pain. “I-I can’t-”

“Stop, love. Stop.” Jughead held her even tighter if that were possible. “Just take a moment to calm down.” His hand was a gentle comfort as it rubbed her back, and it managed to keep her grounded as she leaned into him. Her face nuzzled into the soft material of her jumper, and as she inhaled his scent she felt slightly relaxed.

“Who told you to come see me?” She mumbled into his jumper. She hadn’t texted him, or anybody after she had smashed her phone. But she knew that most of their mutual friends had seen her break down in tears on Betty’s shoulder in the student lounge right before last period had started. He had been back at Riverdale High for around a month, but she was still in her old habits of not wanting to bother him. When he had moved to the South Side she had found it hard not seeing him every day, and after a while she stopped calling him when she got upset. He was busy, it was unfair for him to deal with her all the time. He was back now, and she saw him a hell of a lot more, but she still couldn’t help but feel like she was a bother.

“Betty,” He responded softly, his hand continuing the motion over her back. “She came and told me you weren't doing so well, she said you wanted to be alone but I couldn’t leave you alone for the whole night.” He whispered, and her bottom lip trembled when he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m sorry,” The words were whispered into his jumper, barely audible, but she could tell that he had heard her due to his grip growing slightly tighter around her. “I don’t even… there’s nothing wrong, this is so stupid.” She sighed, deflating further into him.

“It’s not stupid,” He tucked an arm underneath her waist so he could pull her closer to him, and her eyes squeezed shut as she pressed closer into him, an arm slung around his body as she tucked her head in the cove of his neck. His skin was warm against her cheek, wet with tears, and when she inhaled deeply his cologne was all she could smell. “Something is clearly wrong for you to get this upset, whether you realise it or not, but I’m here for you, no matter what. I promise.”

His words offered the same amount of comfort as his arms wrapped around her, and the kindness that enveloped her into him made her tears run a little more. “I don’t deserve you.” She mumbled with a quiet sniffle, as a tired sigh passed her lips. Her head felt like it was full of cotton, and at that point she just wanted to curl up and sleep in his arms for a thousand years.

She heard Jughead sigh into her hair, and his hand lifted to rest against the back of her head, completely cradling her against him. At any other point she probably would have complained with a dramatic groan about him babying her, but she couldn’t get enough of it. Reflecting on the previous few hours, she felt stupid for not seeing him sooner.

“Don’t say that, love,” He whispered. “Of course you do, you deserve me and so much more. You deserve all and only good things. I’m sorry you don’t have that.”

Her bottom lip trembled again, and she sucked in a deep breath through her parted lips as she tucked herself further in against him, her forehead pressed against the warm skin of his neck. “I’m just… I’m so tired.” Her exhausted mumble came out in a quiet whimper. She didn’t mean that she was physically tired, although she could have done with a nice nap, but she knew he understood.

“I know,” Jughead whispered, and pulled the covers over her again, before his hand returned to the back of her head. “I’m so sorry you’re feeling like this.”

Her head nodded, but she didn’t say anything else as she leaned into him with a soft exhale against his neck. She didn’t want to talk; Jughead holding her was the only thing she needed, and it really did help. Her eyes remained closed as his free palm flattened against her back, and as it slipped underneath her shirt to rub her bare back, she almost completely relaxed into his frame. As her mind started to blur, fuzzy with oncoming sleep, she sought comfort in the fact that he was there for her, and would always be there for her, whether something was wrong or not.

[sunlit-writings]

Rating: T | Word Count: 2.5k | Warnings: Child Neglect, Major Character Death

Summary: In which a young Icarus finds that ambition can make you lose everything, or help you find what you've been missing.

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Hey! My first fic on Tumblr... I tried my best, but the idea of writing a non-canon backstory for today's prompt was just. Too juicy I think. I'll probably put in a second chapter mostly based on Raph discovering her gender and bonding with the other mechs

You know, fun things!

The sight of the sprawling City from above was one of the first things Icarus could remember from his childhood. The penthouse the two inhabited had a view that sprawled at least a square mile of the surface. But that wasn't why he remembered it so vividly. No, what had caused it to stick to the back of his brain was what happened when his father once joined him on that balcony, when he finally had the curiosity to start asking questions.

"Papa?" Icarus breaks a silence that had been settling between the two for a few minutes. "What's down there, on the ground?"

"Well, there's people, just like there are up here," the man replies simply. It causes the boy's young mind to race into gear once it's explained. People really live down there? There must be so many. He wondered what they all did, since all of the businesses that he knew of were within the upper levels. The questions go unanswered as he continues, however. "It's business owners like your old dad that make it turn. Some day, you'll be part of that too."

"I'll be like you, Papa?" Young eyes fill with wonder, as the man reaches down and gives him a pat on the head.

"You certainly will... But you've got a long way to go until then."

"Then how do I start?" Suddenly, the topic changes, much like it tends to concerning younger children.

"Start? It's a bit early yet but... Why don't you start by writing everything down that you think of. What you want to build, achieve, create, whatever it is. And then, you'll have it for the future. How does that sound?"

"I'll do it!" His enthusiasm was quick to take the child back to his room, where he started to draw anything that came to his head. And although that initial boom didn't last forever, Icarus took his father's words to heart. He continued to create, though most things in his mind weren't in the least bit feasible. But it would be a valuable tool for his future...

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The boy is thirteen now, and for the first time getting to see the place that his father worked in. A laboratory, with loads of scientists around the room, each one seeming entirely focused on whatever they were assembling. There wasn't so much that seemed like science going on in here, but Icarus doesn't find it in himself to care. He's here, he's finally here.

Daedalus isn't speaking, however, doesn't even seem to be paying attention to the boy, and instead seems to be looking around, as if trying to find a face among the crowd of nameless, white-coated workers.

The father had never been the most involved in Icarus' life, often being busy with one project or another. But as he aged, he was more often left on his own, as if once he could take care of himself, the man had just made a quiet exit from his life. Surely, the young man tried not to mind it so much, as he could manage alone. But it didn't mean that he was happy, with very few people his own age up this high on the social ladder, and few people who didn't have the same level of work or more to do.

More often than not, Icarus was alone.

This was going to be a change though, now that he was going to be working in that same building, surely they would be able to talk more. Surely, with how often both of them would be there, they would have a chance to actually bond and interact. However, this thought quickly turns to dust as the man finds what he seemed to be looking for, which seems to be one out of the horde of workers. He tries quite hard not to react, as it's not as though this person had anything to do with the relationship Icarus had or did not have with his father. But he can't help but tune out as he's being introduced, as there isn't much interest he has in whoever this was.

Daedalus leaves in some time, snapping Icarus back into listening, since he should at least pay attention to whatever this person has to say. However, it doesn't feel important. The most he's really listening to would be those few times that machinery was shown, and he was taught how to use it. He would remember that much, but anything else seemed like a blur, especially with how unenthusiastic they seemed.

He couldn't help but sigh with relief once they left him so he could settle in to his new desk. Icarus could quickly notice how much work was already piled onto his desk, which he could already tell had come from his father. He couldn't tell when it would all be due from the folders, so he would need to start checking them all. So, that he did...

Hopefully, things would change in a while. If he had to work on this drudgery for so long, he would likely get something out of it if he did well. Maybe he would even get the praise that he so desired.

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The days since he's begun working then turned into weeks, that turned into months. And things had certainly changed. He began to see more of his father, but it seemed to only be due to his progress with work. Icarus so often chased these moments, however. Because he could feel the praise in his very soul. Its the one thing that keeps him going, keeps him working. Because everything else wasn't shaping up how he expected them to.

It was all assembly work and a few equipment tests here and there. Either option seemed so much like grunt work, and he couldn't stand it. There wasn't anywhere to go from there either, as every other worker he saw on a daily basis would have the same sorts of tasks to complete.

Was there really nothing else to be done?

It's a night home after work that he begins to these thoughts begin to take his mind, as he enters his room, first thinking to get some sleep. And yet, something catches his eye that hasn't in quite a long time. A small, spiral-bound notebook with some old designs in them. How long had it been since he's looked in this tired old thing?

It was one of the few things that his father had ever advised him on. Write everything down that he thought of, huh? Sure, he had left it behind, but a part of him was curious about some of the things he'd written back in the day. Maybe it's a wish to walk down memory lane, but he can't help but open it up and begin to read.

Most of what laid in its pages, he couldn't even understand. Then again, they were the musings of a young boy who knew nothing about how engineering and building worked. But some of it seemed like it was going somewhere, at least to a point where Icarus could improve upon it. How lovely it could be, for the young man to actually have something to work on again. And then, it finally hits him.

There's much more for him to do. Even if it isn't his father's machines, he could still make something. Maybe they won't be sold, maybe he won't get a stitch of credit to his name. But what did that really matter? He'd at least get to create for once in his life. It would teach him whether or not he had what it took to make something of himself, just like his father said he would one day.

He takes a seat at the little desk that hadn't been changed out in a while, and begins to work on something he thought could change the world.

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Against his better judgement, Icarus had slipped some of his designs to his father's desk, in order for him to look them over. And a few days had passed since he'd done that. Sure, it was okay for Daedalus to take his time. He seemed to be a busy man, often moving from his office to everywhere else in the office. But the young man could only hope that the news would come soon. Had he done something right? Was he a failure who should never create something again? The waiting was worse than anything the man could possibly say.

But then, the sign comes, the office secretary coming in to say that Daedalus wanted to have a word with him. And how neutral could that be? It could only make him worry about it more.

He continues on to his father's office, not making eye contact with any person he passed in the halls. There was some fear in him that they'd know something that he didn't.

He softly knocks on the door, and soon after the word "Enter," is spoken on its other side. Icarus makes as little sound as he can in opening it, before he takes a seat. His head stays down, even as he can hear Daedalus begin to speak. It isn't good, and it doesn't feel good.

"These things you've put on my desk, are these things you've been doing instead of working?" There's something that twinges in the young man at the question. They weren't just things, they were ideas... Ideas that he thought had merit. If he hated them, he could just say so without acting like this. But he holds his tongue about his distaste. That isn't important.

"No, I've been making them at home, you know I've been working as hard as I can-"

"Right, then what could these be for?"

"They're ideas... I wanted to show you a few concepts I had come up with, maybe you would see that I can design things too."

A silence hangs between the two, as Icarus waits for something else to be said. He's already disheartened. This obviously didn't go how he'd hoped, so now all he can wish is for this conversation to end. But it doesn't, the nightmare only continues.

"Did you really think some child's scribbles is something that I need right now? You don't even have the training for this, and you're trying to make things for me? Boy, all I want you to do is what you've been instructed. You're a technician, nothing more."

He can feel the coating of tears beginning to choke him, but he stands firm. He can't cry right now, he can't give Daedalus anything else to mock him over. He just needs to wait for the verbal lashing to end.

"Now, keep yourself busy with your work, and get out of my sight." Certainly, he could follow such an order, but once he left the office, and could finally find somewhere that he could break down on his own, without another person around to comment on it.

He wished that this rejection of his work would've been easier to take. But there was something about its flippancy, about how quickly he was written of. It made the cut so much deeper. Did he even really look at any of them? Were they nothing more than doodles to the businessman? Icarus' hurt quickly turns into anger, however. He had been chasing that man for such a long time, looking for every scrap of appreciation and approval that he could dig for, and this was how he was repaid for it? Maybe it was childish to hold onto it so deeply, but the boy couldn't find it in himself to care.

And finally, he has an epiphany, while staring into the eyes that had never felt like his own. If Daedalus wouldn't so much as glance at his work, he would just have to find someone that will.

If it acted against his father? So be it.

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With his plan in motion, Icarus had worked in the shadows for quite a while, finding other sources of backing around the upper reaches of the city. Many wouldn't look either, not due to anything against him, but instead a fear of acting against his father. With how influential he was, it was understandable, if not a bit frustrating.

But finally, there was someone. An Olympian, even, who was willing to give the upstart a chance. Poseidon, one of the few people who could possibly stand up to his father. And he was going to get a chance.

But such a thing couldn't last forever, especially since Daedalus seemed to know everything. Icarus wasn't naive enough to think that this would go without some form of punishment, the question only became when.

It was in their home, one of the few times that the man had ever been home. "You have a lot of explaining to do, boy." His eyes pierce into him like daggers, that feel almost as painful as the use of that word.

"I'm sure you know everything that you'd want me to say by now," Icarus spits through grit teeth, feeling his adrenaline rise with his volume.

"Have you lost your mind? You go against me with an Olympian? What could you possibly be trying to prove, here?"

"That I'm not some stupid kid. That if you just took the time to look at what I had made and-"

"Are you still on about that? For Zeus' sake, I don't have time for that nonsense."

"Then why are you so scared of me working for him? Are you scared that I'm going to make something of myself without you?"

It's tense, as Daedalus makes an approach, and Icarus backs up. He doesn't know what the man wants to do, but despite his approach of biting back, he can't help but begin to feel some fear of what his father might do to him.

As this continues, so does Daedalus. "After giving you a place in my company, giving you everything I have, this is how you choose to repay me? By taking it all and spitting in my face?" The son finds his boy hitting the door to the balcony, and out of fear, he opens that door, giving himself a bit more room to stagger backwards.

"How dare you imply that I'm scared of you, a mere boy. You don't even know what I'm capable of. How quickly I can make sure no one ever takes you seriously in this industry. You'll be finished, do you hear me? Finished." The room that Icarus had created was becoming lesser and lesser. His legs were now against the railing of the balcony, frozen in place. The man is in his face now, and he can finally feel the fear and panic sinking in. He has nowhere to run.

"Don't you look at me like that, you dug this grave, and now you better lie in it. You're going to pay for this, and you're going to look at me, dammit."

"Please... Th-There's not-"

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!" He feels hands on his shoulders that make him stumble. But there's nothing for him to catch himself on. He falls backwards, and off the balcony.

The last thing he saw, the last thing he'd likely ever see, was the look of horror and realization forming on his father's face.

[icarianiscariot]

for ask gameeeeeeee 🍓📚🔪☁️

ri!!! thank u!!!

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

being an emo kid in middle school... well tbh i was writing harry potter fanfiction when i was like 8 of self-insert character getting my hogwarts letter, but i didn't know it was "fanfiction" then. purposefully?? being 12 and reading mcr/green day/bandom rpf fanfic on deviantart and thinking "yeah i wanna write stories where i get to kiss mikey way" and it all kinda spiralled from there. oops

📚 ⇢ what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

"stiff by mary roach" i think it's a book recommendation one of my friends gave me when we were drunk the other weekend sdlkfjsd

🔪 ⇢ what’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

most recently uhhh maybe cost per gram of coke & molly? i dunno if drugs count as weird research. i have also researched black market body part prices. also frequently weather patterns for different regions LMAO

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

my usual username across the board is "alienjack" which i chose bc my name is jack & i'm from outer space. the new url, "icarianiscariot", is bc my name is also judas/jude (-iscariot) and i love icarus (icarian-)

[theexiledviera]

Icarus

Video: The Tree of Life, Interstellar, Sunshine, Armageddon, Knowing, Love, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Cloud Atlas, Gravity, Contact Audio: Varúð, by Sigur Rós Published: Spring 2015 Edited by: macchinainterna (aka me)

We come to it at last, Icarus, my "opus." A wildly ambitious video that proved to be my undoing. Ironic, I know. What started as a simple, artsy video about the wonder of space over time morphed into my darkest and most nihilistic fears.

Icarus (I Dared), Poem written by Nate Lee

I dared Not content to suffer my father’s fate Not satisfied with a life spent in wait I looked to the sky for escape, for release Seeking adventure above the moment’s peace On wings of wax and feather, I took flight Heart pounding with excitement, fear, and delight Briefly I recalled the warning I was told That to challenge nature, for a man was too bold Still I learned Onward and upward with wings unfurled Bravely exploring the uncharted world Challenging the limits that were set for a man I looked down at the world as only gods can Then, in that freedom that no other had known I claimed the clouds, the very sky as my own But even as far as I had come to rise I saw greater heights when I lifted my eyes Still I dared When others dare not dream to come so far I lost myself reaching out for a star In the cool of the pure, uplifting night air I forgot my grave warning and abandoned all care I dared nature, creation, gods above and below I dared all who would dare say where I could not go And in daring the moon, it cowered away Only to reveal the breaking of day Helios set upon me in silent rage To usher me back to my earthly cage Still I dared I turned my back to the light of the sun Not yet finished with my brazen fun But then a sinking in my heart I felt As the wax of my wings started to melt The new day declared that I would not remain That the clouds and the sky were not my domain I flapped harder and tried, but tumbled and fell A descent from the heavens down into hell Still I dared The words of warning flooded into my ears Returning with all of my forgotten fears Having dared so greatly beyond mans’ reach There was no aim for aid to beseech The feathers flew apart, sealing my doom While I glimpsed down at my watery tomb And even though I was falling so fast I fought each moment, up to my last Some say it was foolish to even try That I was crazed to think I could fly And while most may only remember how I fared A few will yet recall my name and know I dared

Backstory

Icarus spent a year in planning and collecting the sources before I finally began work on the project. Editing it was a huge undertaking having ten video sources to work with and to scan over (hardly any of them short in length either). I found myself rewatching every movie two or three times, memorizing every scene so that I could use it later.

My ambition proved to be too much for me to handle alone, as I felt the video was still lacking something profound. That was when I turned to my childhood best friend Nate for inspiration. The two of us spent over a month going back and forth via email writing Icarus (I Dared), a poem meant to accompany the video and serve as its prologue.

What I never planned for was my IRL struggles at the time manifesting themselves into the video. A long, family blood feud and the severe depression I suffered from it both lead my creativity down a dark path while editing Icarus. Being in this emotional state evoked an existential fear that had long been dormant within me and became the climax of the video itself - nihilism and the futility of my own existence.

[tryingtimi]

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〄 METALSEA SERIES settled with this one for now

When Cronyl, the exiled young driadlin man tries to fight against a fairly corrupt kingdom alone in a reshaped world that no longer bears humans on its back; an unexpected Turn of the Metalsea happens to upset everyone's plans — and life itself on both half of the planet it holds together. Confused and disoriented, Cronyl teams up with the people who he stumbles upon in the chaos and they begin to wander together, revealing more and more secrets about their roots and the world they thought they knew.

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genre: epic fantasy, adventure, with a sprinkle of romance pov: past-tense, third person limited, also a lof of character (i think i have at least 5 MCs) setting: fairly typical high fantasy, but i try to come up with as much original stuff as i can — hopefully original races for example, also a little bit steampunkish later in the story status: slowly starting the first draft — when i can finally stop worldbuilding plus note: i plan this to be a series of 4 or 5 books, because i can't write short stuff if i happen to start writing tag: #Project Metalsea

◉ IQRUS temporary title, sometimes I call it Project Icarus

A slowly growing, great gap separates the two borther, Dane and Adran Cohren, when they begin to fight againts Aetherius' otherwordly horrors on the brink of human extinction.

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genre: sci-fi, fantasy, eldritch-lovecraftian horror or thriller (not sure yet), probably a little grimdark pov: past-tense, third person limited, more than one character pov setting: cyberpunkish, futuristic, deepwater stuff and a fair amount of bullshit science status: outlining and drafting plus note: i know the description is very vague but i couldn't write one without too much worldbuilding (yet), so i'll make it up some later, maybe when the individual post is up already tag: #IQRUS

☏ LONEL settled with this one for now

Lonel has two secrets. One, he is the last of his kind since his mother was killed. Two, he is certain a vampire is to blame. These, however, are secrets he can’t tell anyone about. Vampires do not exist, and he can't be sure if his mind could be trusted anyway. Until one day, during his daily forensic cleaner job, he witnesses a scene that changes everything.

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genre: neo-noir, thriller, urban fantasy pov: past-tense, third person limited setting: Wolf Among Us and 1960s-esque city with full of crime and all. status: brainstorming and outlining plus note: i need to come up with a better summary, but all in all this is it. everything is subject to change, especially since i may or may not want them to be vampires or werewolves but something a bit more unique, even tho the base concepts are the same. tag: #Project Lonel | Draft 0 logs

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[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: χεῖμα

Saturday, Jan 20th || Return From Death

Heyyo, long time no talk. I mentioned very briefly at the beginning of the year that I was going through some shit but I think I'm starting my slow return to the living!

tl;dr, I had a major health crisis that has still left me unable to breathe correctly 20 days later. Day one of 2024 was spent in the ER and I hope that isn't setting a tone for the rest of the year

But that's besides the point! I want to return to writing! That's my passion! and even though I've been in the throes of imposter syndrome I know that I *can* return! So I'm gonna!! Starting next week y'all are gonna get Incorrect Eyes content, including an official intro post for the religious horror novella!

Before we get that far, though, I wanna tell y'all about a holiday project I didn't announce on tumblr: χεῖμα

χεῖμα is a cozy winter get-away to a cabin in the middle of the woods with the main cast of the Call Me Icarus series. Needless to say, it's not something I normally write. But I really needed something soft and happy, so that's what a wrote!

SUMMARY

In a different life, a different world, Icarus is invited for a winter holiday to Achilles' family cabin.

What ensues is a cozy tale of mischief and shenanigans as Icarus and company get snowed in and learn to love despite the annoyances and grievances that surround them.

Χεῖμα is a non-canonical short story set in what would ostensibly be our modern world with the main cast of Δάιος. This short story does not require you to read Δάιος, but it does assume familiarity with the characters.

And with that introduction, I wanted to let y'all know that this is a FREE story available on my itchio!!! And you can add it on GoodReads!!

Another important thing to note with this work is that there are two variations: the bell pepper edition and the chili pepper edition. They are same story with the exact same story line, but the chili pepper includes a sex scene and the bell pepper does not! So if you just want a cozy, pg-13 story, you can go with the bell pepper edition and if you want to read a scene where Icarus gets eaten out as an act of worship, then you can check out the chili pepper edition!

I also wanna share some snippies as well as the art I drew for the story, so if you wanna see those check out below the cut ↓

Okay, so imma share the art first:

(yes it's formatted like a book cover. no i am not selling physical copies of this book)

And one more piece of art:

And without further ado, some snippets I really love!

This time, when Icarus looks into the living room, he’s met with an even more heavenly sight than the fireplace: his family. Patroclus and Andromeda are sitting on the couch talking animatedly to each other while Thanatos is curled up in a chair to their left typing on his laptop. Achilles is flitting around a large tree in the back corner, twirling strands of orange slices and cinnamon on it. A warm and fuzzy feeling comes over Icarus as his gaze sweeps over everyone doing their own thing. This is his family, his home. He makes his way to join them, plopping down in the other unoccupied chair across from Thanatos. It’s only as he sits down that Andromeda looks over at him, smiling. “You came!” “Of course I did,” Icarus responds as he makes himself comfortable. “You had me kidnapped!” “I didn’t kidnap you,” Apollon says, spooking Icarus. He’s a lot closer than Icarus expected, leaning his hip against the side of the oversized chair Icarus is curled up in. “I showed up at your place and asked if you were ready to go. You willing got into my car. That’s not kidnapping.” “I think it counts,” Icarus grumbles, sinking further down into the chair.

And another snippet:

Icarus wakes up the next morning bundled in blankets with a hand running through his hair. He groans, but does not move. This is heaven, right here curled up in an isolated cabin with his ex-best friend playing with his hair. “Good morning, Birdie. Sleep well?” All Icarus can do in response is shush him. He’s not ready to be awake, not ready to face whatever it is that’s going on between the two of them. Apollon laughs and his hand stills. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but Andromeda stopped by a bit ago and said they made lunch. Whenever you wanna get up, we can eat.” But Icarus doesn’t want to get up. Ever. This is his own personal paradise, he would rather eat glass.

One more?

“What happened, is everyone alright?” Apollon asks, his voice panicked as he slides into the view. Icarus can see the moment he realizes that everything is fine, the worry melts off his face and the tension in his shoulders drops. Icarus smiles up at him, dropping his hand as he says, “Yeah, I just came to wake Meda up.” “You fucking dick! You gave me a fucking heart attack!” they respond, throwing their pillow at the side of Icarus’ head. He catches it, the action reigniting his laughter at the situation. Maybe they were right. Maybe the one thing Icarus needed to do was just exist for once, let loose and breathe outside of the rebellion. As the day crawls by in cozy comfort, Icarus realizes that this is what he’s always wanted. A home.

Ah fuck it, one more to explain the pancake sticker:

As Icarus turns into the kitchen he finds his distraction: Achilles standing at the stove. The kid looks thoroughly distraught as smoke and a pungent burning smell rises from the pan in front of him. Without thinking, Icarus swoops in and grabs the pan before rushing to the front door and dumping the whole thing in the snow. “I see you tried to make breakfast,” he says, turning back towards the kitchen. Now that he’s not worries about the burning food, he can see that the kid got out all the ingredients to make pancakes. And man, do pancakes sound delightful. “Yeah, I uh,” Achilles says, his voice thick with emotion. “I wanted to make breakfast for everyone like you did yesterday.” “That sounds great, looks like you got all the stuff for pancakes. Why don’t we make another batch?”

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[fuzzydreamin]

for the playlist ask, 13, 27, 49, and 64 for both, and 113 for nora?

Song #13

✪ Nora: When Love is True - The Count of Monte Cristo

Now and forever, let it be you I see And let it be no one but me who runs to you each time you call Let me be the one who shows you all love can do! When love is true!

This is a Nate/Nora song. Sometime after they are married when he has to return to the front lines of Anchorage.

✝ Alberta: Icarus - Bastille

You put up your defences when you leave You leave because you're certain of who you want to be You're putting up your armour when you leave And you leave because you're certain of who you want to be, oh

Al's self-destructive behaviours started fairly quickly after getting out the Vault. This song embodies their choices so early into their life that shapes a lot of their future.

Song #27

✪ Nora: Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

You're gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep

Post waking up. Nora is still getting used to the idea of Nate being gone, and how changed the world is.

✝ Alberta: Beat It - Michael Jackson, Cover by Michelle Creeber and Gabriel Brown

They're out to get you, better leave while you can Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man You wanna stay alive, better do what you can So beat it, just beat it

This is for when Al returns to Vault 101 on Trouble on the Homefront to help them and is thereafter told to leave her first home forever, taking Butch with her.

Song #49

✪ Nora: Hoping - Garrison Ulrich

Feels as if someone's still watching over me So here's to — Holdin' on to a little faith Keepin' up with the present day Standing well with the friends I made Making sure that I don't lose my way

Months have gone by, but Nora's still mourning both Nate and the person she used to be, having killed so many by now and performed a few actions she's not proud of. She's not sure she can ever return to being that person, or if she will like the person she is becoming.

✝ Alberta: Fuck It! - Days and Daze

I'm oh so sorry swear I tried To see over the wall I've build up In my head of guilt and fuckups Maybe I'm just thinkin' much to hard Life's a game life's a joke Fuck it why not go for broke

This is after the main events of 3 with project purity and beating the Enclave, and before finding the Pitt. Al has been through it and lost everything but also decided staying fulltime with the Brotherhood just won't fit them. They have no idea what to do now, so they ditch their companions and head off on their own.

Song #64

✪ Nora: I'd Love To Change The World - Jetta

I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do ♪ So I'll leave it up to you

Post finding the Institute, and Shaun. Nora's big breakdown.

✝ Alberta: Take Me to War - The Crane Wives

There are no stones at my disposal There's no God to award me a crown But I am always swinging at Somebody I can't knock down All of the fire I've swallowed All of the sparks that went dark in my gut I am always burning up

The radiation Al took on during Project Purity has built up inside them and is starting to affect her in ways she can't try to ignore. They can no longer deny that they are sick, and their ability to travel and help people is being limited due to it. And all the while the Brotherhood is falling apart from a lack of leadership which Al can do nothing to help.

Song #133

✪ Nora: Non-Stop - Hamilton

How do you write like you're running out of time? (Running out of time?) Write day and night like you're running out of time? (Running out of time?) Every day you fight, like you're running out of time Like you're running out of time Are you running out of time?

Big events have passed, but there's still a huge mess to clean up. Nora's overworking herself to reach her newest goal: the revival of the Commonwealth Provisional Government, and plans to build it into something that will work for everyone and last into the future.

[kagejima]

The following writing project is where I will be creating drabbles / fics inspired by some of my favorite songs by the acoustic duo The Icarus Account. They are also just a fun little writing exercise for me since I want to get stronger at descriptions.

Some will be self-indulgent, some will not, but I will obviously put the appropriate content tags. There is no set date for them - they will just be released when they're released. :))

Update 12/25: Changed a song for Ushijima and added two more but they are going to be angst because they're calling to me :(

Yellow Shirt // Ushijima

And she's been wearing gray without a thought of change / And I've been desperately trying to make her see / That even when it rains, the sun is still ablaze / And right now in the dark, she is my shining star

Over the Moon // Geto

And I don't wanna fall in love / If it's not meant to be / But every time I close my eyes / You are all that I can see

The Subway Song // Sukuna

And why is my heart breaking and breaking / When it was never yours for the taking / And why is my head spinnin' and spinnin' / When you don't even know I'm existing?

Dancing at the Terminal // Ushijima

Well I fell in love with a pretty girl / She was wearing red at the terminal / Well you should've seen the way she smiled at me / Oh she's got it, don't you get it? / You'll believe it when you see that girl / And we're dancing at the terminal

For The Both of Us // Ushijima

And this fairytale would so come true / If I was just a little bit closer to you / But brace yourself until the day / I wrap you in my arms and stay / For so long / For so long

Jasmine // Kageyama

'Cause here in my head I have all these ideas / Of things I should say, oh, and how I should say them / But when she's around me, I can barely speak / And sometimes, it's easier to dream

Postcards // ??

And you left a postcard on the wall / With no return address at all / To find you / I've tried to find you since the fall

Tennessee Sky // ??

Why does the earth spin 'round / When my world is crashing down / Why does the sun shine bright / When I've lost the light of my life

[gracehosborn]

Hi Grace! I wanted to ask what your writing process is like! Do you write every day?

Hi there, Anon!

As a college student, I don’t manage to write every day. In fact, I don’t have a set schedule and just prefer to write whenever I can or have the energy to do so.

As for my writing process, I usually write the entire story out first (a full rough draft), then once this is done and I have the full story out in front of me, I will start the revision process (more on that process here). I write chronologically (having attempted non-linearly and this was a disaster) so a chapter can take a few days up to a week or more to be completed due to time constraints and my motivation to work on that particular chapter. I find writing chronologically to be helpful when developing characters and fleshing out arcs, as things can more easily build on each other and make the draft flow better. Between the three projects I’ve been juggling, I’ve become a mix between a plotter and a panster. Ink of Destruction was fully written with no outline (how? I have no idea) whereas The American Icarus, due to its being so historically based, has bullet-list outlines for each volume with my general ideas for chapters and scenes; these themselves being pantsed with those ideas in mind.

With each project I’ve worked on, my process has changed in different ways and this has been quite interesting to handle.