#fanfic ideas strike at the worst time

[dellabearry]

tbh idk whats worse, making edits of a fanfic ill never come around to writing or making a fanfic about a literal monster whos killed many people just because hes hot in the first place

[canonicallyobserving911]

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 21 is now available on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 21 chapters completed: 797.3K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's a snippet from one of Buck's and Eddie's romantically fluffy conversations included in Chapter 21.

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Without ending their embrace, Buck turns around in his arms and once they’re face to face, he says, “I’m going to miss you”.

“I’m going to miss you too.”  He replies then he leans in and kisses him.

It’s a long, deep and slow kiss that he hopes will remain imprinted in the front of his mind until they see each other again in more than 56 hours.

They only break it when they need to come up for air and after they do, they lean their foreheads against each other’s with their lips only millimeters apart.

“I love you!”  Eddie emphatically admits.

“I love you too with every piece of me!”

“We only have 5 more days until we leave for Europe and 7 more days until we get married.”

“And I can’t wait.”  Buck replies then he kisses his fiancé once more because he can.  When he pulls back, he looks into Eddie’s honey brown eyes and exclaims, “Babe, since we’ll only be in the states for a few more days… I—I want us to enjoy them.  I don’t want to think about anything but us getting ready to leave L.A. so we can focus on us getting married.”

He smiles and nods.  “I love that idea.  Let’s focus solely on our trip and leave whatever happened in the last few weeks right here in Los Angeles, CA.”

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - Will be posted soon.

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[thecrazyhusky]

Stuck (not really,) — Martyn and Grian

From my fanfic Watchers and Hunters on Quotev

Martyn growled and looked at the wall again. He could hear all sorts of noises, especially the talking of Watcher guards. Grian was next to him, clutching his head like he was having the worst headache in his life. His parrot wings have resumed to a striking rainbow, no longer dull, but his emotions screamed for help. 

Grian could feel his sanity chipping away slowly the longer he stayed here. He had gotten Martyn to tell Pearl about what’s happening, and he had told him that she’s coming. Then, using extra energy, he’d told Martyn the direction to get here for Scar, Ren and Scott. Two different patrols, trying to save them, but still the little Watcher shivered. 

Martyn hooked his claws into the chipped walls of the cell and tugged. He managed to yank a tiny chunk of rock out, but it took him almost a full day. He couldn’t keep going even if his instincts told him to. Grunting in defeat, he went over the the door and threw the tough rock at the hinges. The rock split in two and clattered to the floor. 

Grian mumbled, mentally exhausted. He couldn’t find any escape routes, but he could only see Martyn, the one man who’d kept him alive for their time here, banging a chunk of rock he’d ripped out of the wall. “Martyn, stop. You’re just gonna exhaust yourself more.” He prompted. The golden-winged boy stopped for a moment, then sighed and walked over to him, sitting down in the hard floor. “Scar or Pearl, who do you think is coming first?” Martyn asked. Earlier the man had explained every Hunter, or hermit, he calls it, to me do I could know a tad bit more. “…Pearl has a Wolf, Scar has the teleportation guy. I have no idea.” I stretched out my senses, then recoiled as Martyn yanked me back. “Pearl. She’s closer to us. I have hope, Grian. Even if your kind didn’t, I have. You’re officially my best friend. Aside Ren, of course.” He gripped my shoulders. 

Martyn thought of Ren when he mentioned it. The man-Wolf he liked… they’d led a siege together a long time ago, he’d saved Ren once. And now Ren was repaying the favour by saving him. He sighed, hopeless, but walked around the cell. As he neared the corner, his talons suddenly made a hollow clink sound. “Grian,” he whispered, tapping that certain spot of the floor. The kid wadded towards him, and hearing the sound, immediately lit up. “Tunnel!” He squealed, knocking at the floor to see where the lid ends. 

“Just big enough,” Grian smiled. He frantically scraped at the sides with his claws and Martyn began doing the same. It wasn’t long before they dug up the whole lid. “Come on! What’re you waiting for?” It was as if his stamina and light was relit at the sight of the tunnel. Grain jumped in first, and his friend followed afterwards. 

Martyn and Grian began making their way out of the base of the Watchers, completely forgetting to close the lid.

Watchers PoV

“Hole. They went through the hole. I though it was sealed, Karrie.” *Anadil growled. Karrie hissed. “I would never know.” She resorted, turning to Ember. “Guard the other end.” The Watcher nodded and ran off. Then she turned back to Anadil and Dandelion. “I have sleep gas. Does that work?” Karrie studied its pin.

“It would work.” Dandelion muttered, ripping the pin off and tossing it into the cell. It clattered for a second and hissed, releasing the gas. Anadil slammed the door shut. “I don’t understand those stupid Hunters. They take our territory then say we took their’s, they stole from us, they say we killed them when they killed more of us, most that never returned…” The eagle-winged Watcher sighed. “And now our exiled parrot Watcher and the clueless Listener is under their influence.” Anadil slowly stalked away. Karrie understood why her friend was so down; they had killed off most of his family members, the only ones left were her and her younger sister, who died in her own hands. In revenge she’d attacked on of the Hunters and gave him a massive scar. She’d got scars as well from that encounter, but her loss was the most grief the Hunters have caused.

We’ll talk sense into Grian. He’s just angry we’ve exiled him. And the Listener.

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Basically, if you’ve noticed, all of the perspectives were from Life Series winners: Grian, Scott, Pearl, Martyn and Scar. It would stay that way until the end of the book. Also, keep in mind that I’ve used multiple ships (Flower husbands, Scarian, Renchantyn and the Last Life Scott and Pearl.) Also, the book was based on Martyn’s Eyes and Ears au, so I’m just reusing it on this at this point.

*The name Anadil was from The School of Good and Evil. I just liked it so much I used it for our little sad Watcher.

—— that cat on the moon

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[hyunsvngs]

So I hope this is a safe space to rant. I just need to get this out to someone and this seems like the place to do it.

I have never had sex with another human being where I have cum by the other person. I’m pretty limited on my consensual experiences, but still most have just been the worst. I do have a thing going with my best friend and we’re just taking a minute to figure out what works. Unfortunately it is incredibly hard to make me finish and I’m terrible at explaining the right way to do it.

But my biggest issue is actually my experience with my piss kink. My all time biggest kink is and always will be piss. It was first introduced to me by my high school boyfriend. It started with him holding me close to him anytime one of us had to pee and saying we should just stay together and piss. I always thought it was a joke though. Until one day at my parents lake house he suggested us finding a private place for him to piss on me. I was confused by it but I’ve never been one to kink shame, so I agreed. I have never felt more beautiful, more sexy, more special, or more loved than I did in that moment. I’m a very insecure person, but in that moment I felt like perfection. Since our breakup I have found one person who was comfortable with this kink. Everything we did together was bad except for the piss. That was when I experienced letting it get into my mouth. I came very close to cumming without any stimulation.

But other than those two people any friend or sexual partner that I’ve brought this up to has made me feel so bad about it. Calling me fucked up and disgusting. Don’t get me wrong when said in the right tone “my disgusting little fucked up slut” is the best thing to hear. But these people are intentionally putting me down. Striking it off as weird before I can even explain how the kink makes me feel.

So now I’m like extremely insecure about this kink, and literally the only way I can somewhat satisfy my desires is by your fanfics and an occasional good porn video.

Side not about the whole sleeping with my bestie thing. One of her only big No’s is excrement, so piss is off the table with her. She has stopped making fun of me at my request, but I still low key feel like she judges.

So I guess my question is, how do you go about introducing this to people without getting shot down so horribly? How do you deal with the rejection?

Another thing people judge me for is my nose kink. I have no fucking idea why, but other than a phat ass the sexiest feature of a person is a big nose. When I tell you that I drip just from looking at Chan’s face because of how perfect his nose is, oh my fucking god. But people make me feel so bad about it.

Anywho that’s my rant. I feel a bit better.

I put another anon ask out recently where I brought up the idea of Chan coming home to you in the shower and inviting himself in for some piss fun time. If it wasn’t of good taste, I understand. Just a little fantasy.

I also asked if 🥃anon was available. Is it? I’m a dark liquor girlie so that’s my favorite emoji

Anyway, love you and everything you post bestie

I literally check this page everyday

hi friend!! so i'm so sorry to hear you haven't had a good time with sex :( before i respond to everything i want to say i do still have your previous ask in my inbox!! i had planned to respond to it soon and yes 🥃 is definitely free <3

firstly please do not feel as though you should be ashamed for this kink. trust me there is a lot worse out there lol and as long as they're consensual who cares! you're not forcing anyone into trying this with you, you're just being open about what you're into. that's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

secondly in terms of introducing it to other people, i would personally wait until a topic about sex came up with the other person and maybe slide in a little "oh, what are you into in bed?". i think a LOT of people are into piss and just don't want to say it either (further reinforced when i started writing about piss here and so many ate it up). in terms of dealing with rejection, i think it's just a sort of thing like ah, okay, ygm? like not everyone's into choking. not everyone's into bdsm. it is exactly the same with piss! not everyone's into it, and some people are, and that's okay.

i really hope you feel more accepted soon. this is always a safe safe place for kinks and piss in general so please do not ever feel afraid to come here and rant to me <3

[applesofdaventry]

The Princess of Daventry, Rosella, is atop the mountain in the far corner of Daventry. She is waiting for the fearsome hydra to eat her, or, for a person to save her and slay the hydra. She is not holding out much hope for that.

Or: I have written some delectable King's Quest fanfic. The first part is under the cut. :)

Being tied up on a pole waiting for a hydra to eat her alive was the second worst thing Rosella had ever suffered through. The first, unfortunately, would always and forever be the shovel talk her father had attempted to give to her first crush a few years back. It was incredibly embarrassing on all sides and her father had to refer back to a scrap of parchment several times, and by the end she wanted to just go ahead and die. ...Even if during it he looked more energetic than he had in months.

It was uncomfortable, and cold, and the hydra’s roars were not pleasant to listen to. Then a storm suddenly formed. The wind howled. And thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. Lightning struck frighteningly close to her, and she screamed from the loudness of it. It struck again, and the hydra shrieked in pain. The hydra readied itself to take flight, but then lightning struck again. And again. With each strike the hydra shrieked again in greater and more terrible tones than before. Until it thumped against the earth from a final strike and became frightfully still. The freak storm had killed it. Well then, that was one of her problems solved. But now she had a new one.

“Hello?” someone asked suddenly, “Is, Is someone here? I heard growling and thumping, so I used my bottled storm and then I heard a scream.” Shuffling, in the sudden silence. The storm had gone.

Well then! There’s a solution to her being tied up. “Here! I’m over here, by the edge of the cliff. I thought that the hydra would have been my end! I need help getting untied.” She called back.

Slowly, from around the bulk of the hydra’s collapsed form, emerged an, admittedly, handsome young man. If you ignored how it looked like he hadn’t seen a bath in weeks. His clothes were tattered, and he had tied around his face some sort of ripped cloth that, even from this distance, she could tell were of far finer quality than his clothes. He had a hand touching the hydra. “Uh, I’m going to need you to tell me what direction to walk in order to do that. I don’t want to fall down a cliff again.” He started to make uncertain steps towards… the entirely wrong direction.

“You’ll need to go more left, oh savior mine.” She called. He turned in more or less the right direction, “That works,” started towards her, and when he drew near she gave him some further instruction. “You’re just a few steps now, really, and then you’ll be able to untie the ropes. What is your name? How did you end up on this mountain? Wait, did you say fall down a cliff again? Are you blind!?” She immediately winced at the last question, as it was rather insensitive of her. Are you blind? How rude of her. She was mentally castigating herself when the young man’s seeking hands caught her arm. They were rough and callused.

“Uhm, My name is Gwydion.” He faltered and then continued on. “I’m not really sure how I ended up on this mountain but there was a cave at some point, and.” He paused. “Yes. It’s a… recent development.” He cautiously feels out the rope. “I have no idea how to undo this, but I think I have a knife?” He starts to rifle through what seems to be an entirely unreasonable amount of pockets and then yelps. “I found it.” He pulls out an old knife and wavers. “Hm.”

The cloth on the front of his face was visibly stained and wet. It was clearly tied very tightly. The smell was indescribable. “Perhaps you could give me it and I cut the ropes?” Rosella allowed some faint humor to tint her voice, “I think I might have better luck with cutting the rope, Gwydion.” What was under that cloth? Gwydion, after a few moments of careful fumbling, pressed the knife into her hand and then stepped back. After a minute she was free. “Thank you.” She pressed the knife back into his hand. “Why don’t we head down the mountain and to the castle. I am sure that we will be able to figure out a suitable reward for you.” He cocked his head in confusion. Reading this on what she could see of his face, she elaborated “I am the princess after all.”

Gwydion startled, badly, and if it were not for Rosella catching his arm he would have pitched himself down the cliff. “Really? I have never see- been in the presence of royalty.” he course corrected himself quickly, maybe being blind was a recent development. Rosella started to walk, keeping a grip on his arm. He stumbled to keep up. They did this in silence for a few minutes. Rosella warned him of sudden drops or large amounts of rocks in the way. He continued to stumble a bit as she led him like this. He broke the silence, and did so very quietly. “...Could you lead me in a slightly different way? It’s just- I fear that if I were to fall I would take you with me, and the way you hold my arm.. it is awkward to walk like this.” He then ducked his head, as though in preparation for recrimination, though she could not understand why.

Rosella stopped walking to think about this. “Maybe if we held hands, and I walked a little slower?” She offered. He nodded his head and held out his hand. She took it. They started walking again, slower. There were a few awkward, nearly heart stopping moments, but they managed to get down the mountain within an hour or two. “The walk from here should be much easier from here.” She said, looking back at Gwydion. Whenever she had looked back at him while they climbed down he had looked worse and worse. She frowned. “Are you okay?” His hand was clammy, and his face was creased in what was likely concealed pain.

“I’m fine, …though I’d like it if we kept holding hands. I haven’t been this worry free about falling in a while.” He said. That first part was the worst lie she had ever heard, but okay. I guess.

“Okay.” They continued walking for a while, though Gwydion had started listing and stumbling. She stopped after a particularly bad one. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Rosella asked worriedly. “It’s just, you seem to be doing poorly. Are you hurt? The castle isn’t too much farther, so I could call a cart.”

Gwydion swayed where he stood. “I’m fine.” He insisted. “Look, I can make it to the castle fine.” As though to prove this he let go of her hand, took one step forward, and immediately crumbled to the ground.

[inlocusmads]

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

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

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

Thank you so much for these lovely questions, Ren!

fanfic writer asks

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Just go for it lol. I think that if I daydream I'll make the idea too specific and it'd be unworkable and would look horrible on paper, so I just take an idea and see where it goes and then see if it is something I can develop or something that's just instant dumpster fire.

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

It's always after the fic is done. It's very very rare for me to think of a title before I'm starting a project, which is why half of my stuff are either references to songs and/or just incredibly specific because I can't think of anything else. Music is a great reference point. So are TV show episodes, even shows I haven't watched. Even movie titles give me a jolt of inspiration to maybe angle for something like that. I absolutely loathe the process of coming up with titles lol - half the times I go through my masterlist and go "this is the cringiest title I have ever read, jail, jail right to jail"

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

To quote Michael Scott - Sometimes I'll start a POV and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way. And it's true. I do have the worst habit of switching up povs in the middle. Since I write in third person, it's way easier to make that switch in third person omniscient. It kind of depends on where the action's going if that makes sense??? Or where the action is flowing.

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

Oh I do that with the energy of consuming an entire bag of chips in one sitting. Foreshadowing is my absolute favourite thing to do. My fics all usually cross reference each other - unless I've forgotten something. I'm not too big on symbolism - it's just small, simple direct things as opposed to something Robert Frost-esque, I dunno. I'm pretty conscious as in I do it with the full intent for someone to catch onto it or for me to go back and cringe about it lmao.

[nightqueen1221]

If you decide to do a part 2 to the oikawa cheating story. I have a few ideas.

Team find out and are completely livid. So much so that their anger scares his side bitch away cause “it’s too much to handle.” And “he’s too much to handle” and oikawa realises how amazing reader was to him. But it’s too late. Specially when he goes to see reader hoping to get back together only to see reader with someone else. (Ie iwa? matsukawa? ushijima? Kageyama?)

From 🐹 ( @multi-fandom-fanfic )

This is really late oof. I kept who the reader gets with at the end to be anonymous so you get to chose.

  It had been a while, since your break-up. You never really wanted to talk about it. This, however was impossable to avoid. You were close friends with his teammates so when you stopped coming to practice and he started coming back. They knew something was wrong.

    "Y/N, what's wrong?" Iwaizumi asked. Him, along with the rest of the team were pretty nice to you.  Despite not wanting to talk about the situation, you spilled. And needless to say, they were mad. Of course they thought Oikawa was a jerk. This was something they had not expected from him however.

    Cheating on his girlfriend? How could he?! People thought you two were stuck together forever. It wasn't your fault, you did what you should have done. It was his fault that your relationship was gone. His team told you to not worry about anything and they would talk to him.

    "Oikawa." A member called. Oikawa, in his normally happy mood, walked over. This happy smile of his faded once he saw their angry faces. He asked what they were mad about concern clearly on his face. That's when the arugement began.

   "How could you?!"

   "You know she cared about you more than anyone!"

   "So many people wanted what you two had and you just threw that away!" These words were thrown about by diffrent players. This was one of the last things he thought his team would be mad about. Of course, cheating on someone isn't really something to be happy about. He just didn't think the team would be made about it because it wasn't their relationship.

    The worst part is they even threatened to kick him off the team. He was shocked they would go that far for you. He just didn't go to practice that day, he kicked him self out of the gym. They didn't allow him back in the gym in till he apologized to you. The girl he was dating even started to drift away.

    "Look, if your 'friends' treat YOU, like this, I don't want to know how they would treat me. So, basicly, we're done." He was astonished. It seemed everything started to leave him right before his eyes. His girlfriend, his other girlfriend, and his team.

    To tell you the truth, he did regret doing the things he did. He lost so many important things in his life. He was starting to realize that it was because of his actions. That you had been so nice to him. That the world he knew was crushed by his own mistakes.

    He chose to go up to you and tell you he was in the wrong. That he was over that girl, and that he wanted to be back you. He Last heard you would be on the school court yard, so he started heading there.

    He saw you, you were by yourself but in a cheerful mood. He thought this was his time to strike. He started to walk over and apologize till another man walked up to you. His face was hard to make out, but anyone could still tell he was a volleyball player with the shirt he was wearing.

    Oikawa started to wonder why you were talking to this man. A friend? A family member? He kept watching to see him grab your cheek gently and kiss you. You two started to walk off with a smile and happily chatting with one another.

    Even that ruined. He couldn't even apologize to someone. He wasn't even with you anymore, but it felt like you were cheating. Is this how you felt? How he hurt you? He didn't even want to say sorry at this point. He just wanted to sit down and cry. He truly lost everything.

Read part one here:

[fayes-fics]

For the ask game!!

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Hi lovely! 🫶

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

Err, no, tbh. Most of my content would never make it past the censors, for a start bwahaha. I think the whole point of fanfic is to explore things that would never work in canon anyway, especially with 'x reader' content, so no, I'm happy over here in my lane.

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

Man, if I knew the answer to this, I would do it all the time when I want to write and just can't. Often, the muse will strike at the worst possible time, like during a work call. Mostly, I need to be in a quiet, comfortable space with my laptop. So I tend to write in my "she shed," which is just my name for my home office, lol. I can't have music on; I need quiet to translate the images I see in my head. I usually need a Coke Zero to keep me going.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

Err, almost never. All I see are things I don't like, so it's not a good idea; it demotivates me to continue fulfilling my requests. I'm sure most writers are familiar with that old imposter voice nagging them, saying "Look at that - your writing is terrible, no one wants it". Vast swathes of them I have not touched since my last read-through before posting. Often, readers remember more details about them than I do, which is a bit embarrassing haha.

Thanks for your ask, my dear 😁🧡🧡

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[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Acceptance

Janus had no idea how it happened or what caused it, everything had been relatively fine. Yet here he was, with a fever even more stubborn than Virgil, making his life a smothering hell. Who would have thought getting accepted would throw you off kilter and leave you a bit green around the scales.

Hey fanders! It's been a while since I last wrote anything for this fandom! But I am back (for now, no idea how long I will stay around this time), and I bring you all this.

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Characters: Janus, Roman, Remus, Logan, Patton, Virgil, Thomas, Orange is mentioned but doesn’t show face.

Warnings: Sickness, vomiting, fever

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Word count on this post: 2 836

Word count total: 6 901

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Janus woke up gradually, feeling the worst he ever had as far as he could remember…

He lay sprawled on his bed, limbs feeling as strong as boiled spaghetti and as heavy as lead. Yellow blankets kicked off, the black sheets wrinkled and soaked in sweat.

Janus blinked numbly up at the ceiling of his room, everything was swimming before his face and nothing wanted to stay in focus. He blinked sluggishly as he, on weak shaking limbs, pushed himself into a sitting position, swaying there he sat, the loose t-shirt, with his logo on it, that he wore to bed was sticking to him, like a wet plastic bag to itself.

The alarm on his bedside table was blaring; its annoying repetitive beeping caused a headache to start to gnaw behind Janus’s tired feverish eyes.

The deceitful side slowly turned and reached for the alarm, to turn it off. The change in position caused a strong sense of vertigo to strike, causing him to crumple back onto the bed until the world felt more solid.

He reached out, missing the alarm clock at first, sending a half full glass of water crashing to the floor with a crash. Janus blinked down at the broken glass not fully absorbing what happened, before the beeping returned again in higher intensity. Janus reached out again and his scaled hand slapped down on the off button.

The alarm grew blissfully silent and Janus slumped back onto the bed with a sigh of relief that only turned to a cough followed by an attack that left him panting for breath. He slumped there he lay, he was just going to close his eyes for a moment, just a moment… but sleep graced him again for a moment before the chill that took over his body roused him again. Janus curled up on his soaked bed as the cold sunk its teeth into him, chilling him to the very bone, causing his body to shiver hard enough for his teeth to chatter.

Hunger gnawed at his stomach, but the very thought of eating anything caused nausea to roll in in waves, almost strong enough for him to gag. Janus weakly crawled off the bed getting to his feet, shivering harder when the floors were colder than the air in his room, miraculously missing the broken glass with his naked feet. The change from prone to standing sent off another coughing attack that left Janus wheezing, hunched over against the bed, almost collapsing back onto it. He reached down for the blanket, throwing it back haphazardly onto the bed. The headache grew stronger the longer he stood up, now feeling more as if Remus had grabbed rusty spikes and hammered them into his skull.

Janus swayed on his feet, the nausea squirmed uncomfortable in his stomach growing stronger as well along with the headache. Janus gripped the fabric of his t-shirt as he felt the world spin around him.

He should lie back down, but the thought of laying back on his soaked gross bed didn’t feel very nice. He was panting as he struggled to think on what to do.

In the end, his body decided for him as the world started to spin even more and Janus felt his knees give out before he crumpled like a wet sheet of paper.

Everything went dark before he even hit the floor.

-o-

Patton looked up from the puzzle he had been working on at the sound of a crash from upstairs not long after followed by a thud.

The moral side looked around, Virgil was lying on the carpet that took up most of the living room floor, feet up on the couch cushions, a pair of noise cancelling headphones over his ears. If Patton listened closely he could hear the muted sounds from the music Virgil was listening to while scrolling tumblr on his phone. Logan was sitting next to where Virgil’s feet rested, a book almost as thick as his arm on his lap, but the logical side wasn’t reading, he too was looking up, towards the stairs, with confusion.

 “Did you hear that too?” Patton asked

 “If you mean the ‘thump’ then, yes.” Logan stated as he bookmarked his place in the book and closed it. The two blue sides rose from where they were sitting, gaining the attention of Virgil, who gave away a questioning noise moving one of his headphones as he looked up at the two sides.

 “What’s going on?”

 “There was a thump from upstairs.” Logan explained “Patton and I were going to go investigate the cause.”

 “It was probably just the twins...” Virgil grumbled.

 “Better to investigate than to assume things.” Logan said as he started to climb the stairs. Patton followed after and Virgil rolled his eyes and waved them off before putting his headphones back on.

Logan and Patton shared a look, before they climbed the stairs. While the downstairs resembled Thomas’s apartment (or where he was currently staying), the upstairs was pretty much a world of its own, leading up to the mind palace. Now the mind palace was grand, containing all the side’s rooms, as well as the mind palace theatre, Logan’s debate station. The dream cinema and of course the whole memory library, containing all facts Thomas had ever learned as well as everything he had experienced and seen. Janus’s courtroom was also located amongst all the swirling and twisting corridors. A pair of huge doors lead out to Roman’s side of the imagination, while a beat up backdoor led to Remus’s.

The floor that contained the doors to the side’s rooms had been relatively plain, a boring corridor with doors on either side, the light side doors closest to the staircase while the dark side doors were at the very end of the corridor, as well as two bathrooms in the middle. That had been the norm, up until Thomas had seen Enchanto, after that, the doors as well as the floor took on a more Casita look.

Which caused the doors that previously had been in nothing but the plain colour of the side that occupied it, to now have a glowing carving of said side on it as well. The floor also split the corridor so instead the sides doors were facing the balcony that was filled with all from plants (Logan), some fancy statues (Roman), paintings and pictures showing the sides or important moments in Thomas’s life (Patton), as well as some random halloween decoration strewn around that never got taken away (Virgil).

Still, there were a few corridors still existing, each leading to the door of the side that Thomas was slowly learning to accept, or had not yet met. The Orange door was the furthest away from the staircase, while the corridor that led to Remus’s room was growing shorter day after day. The corridor down to Janus’s room had shortened after he told Thomas his name, and was now moving a bit faster than Remus’s corridor, to join the wall that already held the core side’s doors.

Patton and Logan stopped at the top of the stairs, before they went in a direction each, Patton taking the left turn while Logan took a right turn. Walking past their own doors, knowing that if anything happened in there, they would know it.

Looking around, the carvings on Roman’s door were out, signalling that he was not in his room and most likely in the imagination adventuring. A glance into Remus’s corridor showed his door also not glowing, meaning that the other twin was likely also in the imagination.

A glance down the orange side corridor showed the door glowing steadily, but the door was still closed shut by Janus’s yellow ‘keep out’ tape, keeping the side behind it from being able to interact with Thomas personally, until the right moment, or due to happenings in Thomas’s life.

Virgil’s door was faintly glowing since the anxious side was still in the mind palace. Logan and Patton met up on the opposite side of the stairs, standing before the corridor that led to Janus’s door. The yellow door seemed to be looming, but Logan frowned when he noticed how the glowing carving was flickering and pulsating unnaturally. The two blue themed sides shared a look, Patton worried and Logan uncertain. They hesitated for a moment before they entered the corridor.

Logan knocked on the yellow door.

 “Janus?” he called, the two of them waited anxiously, but there was no reply. Logan knocked again, harder this time.

 “Janus?! Buddy? Can you open the door please?” Still there was no reply. “Should… should we go in?”

 “We would be intruding on his privacy, but… he might need help if he hasn’t replied to our calls.”

 “Better to be safe than sorry, right?”

 “Right.”

Logan grabbed the door handle and pushed it down, the door was thankfully not locked, and pushed the door open.

The warm humid air of Janus’s room rolled out, hitting them in the face causing both of their glasses to fog over. Logan took his glasses off and cleaned them with a tissue, before putting them back on and pushed inside. Patton meanwhile rubbed the paws of his cat hoodie against the glass of his own glasses, before he followed to peer inside, but not entering the room.

The room was dim, the only light being from a big terrarium that took up most of the left wall of the room. Fairy lights hung along the ceiling from the middle and out in pretty arches, combined with clinging plants and greenery. A stained glass window, covered by a pair of thick curtains, took up the right wall. A stripe of rainbow coloured sunlight managed to find a hole between the fabrics to pierce into the room, landing softly against the crumpled sheets and blanket on Janus’s bed. The wall opposite the door was nothing but a gigantic bookshelf that held books, as well as trophies and other winnings.

Logan walked inside, while Patton worried his hands with the paws of the hoodie, he stayed at the door, making sure to keep it open. It was the best way to make sure the room didn’t start to influence their cores, when the side the room belonged to weren't able to keep it in check.

There was no sign of Janus anywhere.

 “Patton, could you turn on the lights please, it would make it easier to look.” Logan said as he looked inside the terrarium with curious eyes, having caught sight of a couple of yellow boa snakes, who stared back at him or ignored him completely.

 “Oh! Sure.” Patton said as he looked around for the light switch, turning it on once he found it. Filling the room with a bright yellow light. Logan turned away from the terrarium, only to freeze where he stood when he caught sight of something on the other side of the bed, cursing loudly as he rushed forward.

 “What?! What happened?! Logan?!” Patton cried out, ignoring the risk, as he rushed over to join Logan, the sight that met him on the other side of the bed made Patton pale.

Janus was sickly pale apart from the feverish flush that was high on his cheeks. Despite how hot Janus’s room was, the yellow side was shivering, unconscious in Logan’s arms.

 “He’s burning up…” Logan muttered as he rested his wrist against Janus’s sweaty forehead. “This is very concerning.”

 “But, how is he sick? We can’t get sick on our own, we only tend to get sick when Thomas is sick, and it’s never this bad!” Patton rambled. “What’s wrong with him!?”

 “I don’t know, but he can’t stay here, the room is too hot, we need to bring him somewhere we can cool him down. Taking him to any of our rooms would only put him at risk and in harm's way as our rooms would have an easier time influencing him, when he’s this weak.”

 “What about the common room, it’s the most neutral space we have… and it would make it easier for us to keep watch and care for him.”

 “Agreed.” Logan nodded, before he returned his attention to Janus. “Janus, can you hear me?” He got no reaction from the snake side. Logan shook him lightly and clapped him lightly on the cheek, that brought forth a reaction, Janus’s face scrunched up and he blinked his eyes open and gave away a soft huff of breath. Logan frowned at how Janus’s eyes didn’t really focus on anything. “Janus?” Janus blinked, turning his head slightly to blink blearily up at Logan.

 “Lo-” his voice cracked and Janus’s whole body jolted as cough after cough attacked him once again. Logan cursed softly at the sound of the coughs while Patton made a pained noise in the back of his throat.

 “Patton, go and get the common room in order, I will carry him downstairs.” Patton nodded as he rushed out of Janus’s room, taking a detour into his own room to grab his fluffiest blankets before he moved downstairs.

 “Janus, we’re going to move you to the common area so we can monitor your health better.” Logan explained once Janus’s coughs died down to a pained wheeze, he just groaned in reply, slumping his head against Logan’s shoulder, eyes closing. “Stay awake, please. You are in dire need of medicine and water. How long have you been sick?” A weak shrug was all he got in return. Logan huffed, not happy with the answer, but knew he better start moving. He changed his hold on Janus, gently taking Janus’s right arm and moving it so it lay over his shoulder, before he moved one arm to hold under Janus’s back and another under his knees. Logan rose to his feet, securing his hold on Janus’s body. Janus made a aborted noise at the sudden movement, gagging but thankfully not throwing up anything. Logan stood stock still, allowing Janus time to get used to it. The yellow side actually whined as he slumped against Logan’s chest.

Logan didn’t like this one bit, there were no records of a side getting sick this bad. Janus was burning up, delirious from the fever, despite this Thomas seemed to be doing fine, so Janus’s sickness had yet not affected their host… Logan hoped it wouldn’t. Thomas was still mentally exhausted after the wedding, even if it was getting better.

Virgil looked up when Patton came rushing down the stairs, arms full of fluffy blankets. Virgil sat up properly on the floor, removing his headphones.

 “What got you in such a rush, pops?”

 “Janus’s sick, and we don’t know what’s wrong.” Patton said in a rushed breath as he started to get the couch in order, removing some of the throw pillows and putting the blankets in place, before rushing into the kitchen to get a dish tub and putting it on the floor next to the couch, who knew if Janus would be able to keep food and water down or not.

Virgil followed Patton with his eyes unsure if he was to help or stay out of the way.

 “Are you sure he’s sick and not just faking it?” Virgil snarked, as Patton ruched into the kitchen again.

 “Virgil!” Patton yelled, looking up over the kitchen island to give Virgil a disapproving glare. “He is sick and needs our help.” Virgil scoffed

 “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t put it past the bastard.” Virgil grumbled, only to look up when he heard Logan walk down the stairs, and whatever snarky comment Virgil was planning to say to the snake, when he saw him, died on his tongue, as his eyes caught sight of Janus’s limp form in Logan’s arms. Sure, Janus might be able to pretend to be sick, but he was not that good. Virgil felt guilt and worry squirm in his stomach.

Getting to his feet he moved over, to get a better look. Janus was pale, his scales less vibrant than normal, dark eye bags under his eyes that almost rivalled Virgil’s eye-shadow and despite how lethargic his body was, shivers still shook his limbs. Virgil didn’t even have to reach out to know Janus had a fever from the high flush on his cheeks.

 “Any idea what’s wrong with him?” Virgil asked, in a hushed tone. Logan shook his head as he gently deposited Janus onto the couch, making sure he was comfortable before tucking him in. Janus hadn’t managed to stay awake from the path from his room to the living room.

 “I- no, there are no records of any of us getting sick unless Thomas is sick, and even then it is never this bad. I… I hate not having an answer to what's wrong with him.” Logan said as he crossed his arms, distress causing his eyebrows to furrow. Virgil worried his lip, between his teeth, he too, didn’t know what was wrong.

-Continue reading on AO3-

[softguarnere]

Hello Dove! I have a few ask game questions for writing!

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

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

3. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

4. Do you like constructive criticism?

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

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

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

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

Lol sorry there’s so many but I’m generally curious and I tried to pick good questions! (And obviously love your writing ☺️)

Hi Louise! No problem - I needed something to do and these are going to keep me occupied 💕 And thank youuuuu you're so sweet 🙈

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

I like both equally! It honestly depends on the idea. Some stories take longer to tell, some don't. Longer fics provide a fun challenge and a commitment, one-shots offer a nice break, and I like them both

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

This might not make any sense, but I feel like scenes/characters/ideas/dialogue just appear in my brain? And then I have to put them on the page? I strive to be a person capable of outlining my ideas, but sometimes the characters just rip the steering wheel out of my hands and take me down a side street that I didn't know existed.

3. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Depends! I started this blog because I wanted to write but had no idea what to write, so requests are often a fun starting place. With ideas that I come up with on my own, a lot of inspiration comes from music, or from whatever is currently happening in my life that I feel like I need a way to process

4. Do you like constructive criticism?

Yes, but only when I specifically ask people for it. Ya girl is sensitive!

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

I tend to come up with middle and end scenes first when I come up with ideas. But for some reason, beginnings are usually easier to actually write than the endings. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm all backwards

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

Yeah, I think it would be cool! Let's Good Omens this bad boy lol

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

"Show not tell" my beloathed!!!!!! It's not bad advice, but in my experience, English teachers constantly told our class this without ever teaching us how to fix the issue. It took me the longest time to finally understand what it meant, and that was only because someone explained it to me and helped me with it

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Only three?! Is there a way I can tag the whole BOB fandom?

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

Yes! I love all the talented writers we are so fortunate to have in this fandom, and whenever one of them takes the time to leave a comment on a fic it makes my day 😌💕

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

Like in question three, it just depends! Sometimes I need inspiration, sometimes I have my own idea. You never know when that pesky writer's block is going to strike

For this ask game!

[dellabearry]

pls tell me why the best fanfic ideas always come up when exam week is nearing. i cannot afford to lose time of studying to writing a fanfic yall, i really cant 😀😀

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2.

I had a lovely Christmas - thank you for asking, EMT. You’re the sweetest. 🥹 Hope you and your family enjoyed the holiday as well.

This piece is inspired by this article on their Christmas Eve bowling adventure: https://actu.fr/ile-de-france/maurepas_78383/emmanuel-macron-au-bowling-de-maurepas-un-lieu-privilegie-par-plusieurs-celebrites-dont-brigitte-macron_56198415.html

I honestly have no clue how true anything reported in it is, but for purposes of this story, I’m going with the whole he won thing. Anyways, hope you all enjoy!

If pressed, he’d admit he is a competitive person. Not that it would be that hard to guess based on his life so far: piano competitions as a child, football at ENA, fighting to win the hand of the love of his life, his two presidential campaigns. He liked to win, and sometimes that made family game nights interesting, especially given the fact his wife had a competitive streak herself. Which is how he found himself down a game in a bowling alley on Christmas Eve desperate for a strike.

They didn’t have their children and grandchildren on Christmas Day itself this year, it is an even ending year, so it’s the other families’ turns to have them, but they did get them today. He was determined that they should do something fun, go out for a change, even.

When he brought that idea up a couple of days earlier over their nightly dinner, Brigitte had suggested “how about bowling?”

“Bowling?” he asked, intrigued. It had been a while since he had been able to go bowling, although he knows she’d been a couple of times in the last few years with their family when she could.

“Yes! The little ones love it. It’s been forever since you’ve been, chéri, and I remember back in the day, you were pretty good at it.”

“I mean, I was thinking out to a fancy lunch, but bowling would be really fun.”

“And I know just the place. You know, last time I was there, I told the owner that I would be back with you one day.”

“Sure of yourself, huh?” he teased with a smirk.

“I’m sure of my husband,” she replied, reaching out and grabbing his hand.

As they had finalized plans this afternoon, their security protocol requiring one of their staffs to make the arrangements and reservations, he remembers her pulling him aside and whispering, “you want to make this interesting?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Loser treats winner to a massage?” she proposed.

“You’re on!” he replied gamely.

Neither one of them had won the first game, Laurence took that honor, and was enjoying gloating about it. Emmanuel claimed he was distracted by the little ones constantly seeking Daddy’s attention - “Daddy, watch this!” or “Daddy, this ball is too heavy!” - to which Brigitte replied by pointing out all the calls out to “Mamie!” of her own. So this second game was really for it all.

He could tell his wife had decided she wasn’t going to be playing fair this round when he saw her bend over a little more than necessary to retrieve her ball from the ball return, pushing her butt out just that much more noticeably, and then gently swaying her hips as she approached the lane. It was subtle, but effective. Worst of all, it was working, he was having a hard time concentrating, especially when she brushed her hand gently against him when she returned to her spot at the end of the lane.

But as he approached the lane for his turn, feeling her eyes boring into the back of his head, he decided two could play at this game, especially given how badly he wanted her hands on him right now. Taking a deep breath and scanning the pins one last time, he positioned his arm, judged the torque needed on the ball, and let it fly - a strike, beating her 9 points on a split.

It continued like that for another 20 minutes, the match getting tighter, and their children noticing something more than just a game was going on between the two of them.

“Do I even want to know?” Sebastian asked Emmanuel at one point after watching his mother and stepfather make eyes at each other from the lane next door with his wife and kids.

“We have a bet,” Emmanuel replied, a little sheepishly, realizing the others have noticed.

Sebastian laughed, “of course you do! As if you two aren’t competitive enough.”

“Just be glad neither of us are in your lane!” Emmanuel teased back.

“Touché,” Sebastian replied, holding his hands up in mock surrender before his wife dragged him back to their game.

Before they knew it, it was time for the final frame. He was elated when his final move was a strike, just managing to pip her to the post.

“Good game, chéri,” she congratulated him with a smile, being a good sport (and good example to their grandchildren who had by now become hooked on their every move).

Leaning in to kiss her cheek briefly, he whispered, “I’ll be collecting tonight.”

When he pulled back, she smiled at him, and replied lowly, so only he could hear, knowing she won too, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Helloooo fanfic anon #2! ❤️

We did, thank you! Sunday was definitely a great day! ❤️

Omg hahahaha not them teasing each other on a bowling game hahahaha and in front of everyone 😈 🔥 Brigitte, you naughty naughty girl 😂 (imagine them playing snooker together 😱🔥)

I’m sure the winner will get more than just a massage hahahaha and the loser will take an equal pleasure 😏😈

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

[telestoapologist]

🔥 Calus opinions. Now.

Emperor Calus? Stupid idiot motherfucking god damn fool fanfic writing meat beating rat old bastard shithead idiot avatar of the whore biggest clown in the circus died of mediocrity motherfucking Emperor Calus.

I talk a lot of flack for very good reasons, but honestly? He’s an awesome villain. He’s a man who loves and feels with every inch of his being but for the worst fucking reasons and lets it all show in ALSO the worst reasons and he’s never apologetic for it once because to him he is 100% in the right and everyone else around him Just Doesn’t Get It.

His desires are an insatiable entity that have helped transform him into a genuinely horrible person. A gluttony for both opulence and punishment. A massive, needy thing. Like imho he’s never really been a great guy, definitely had some good ideas and some thoughts were in the right place, but it fell so hard and fast because of the kind of person that he is, and never once has he stopped to consider why he’s part of the problem.

Calus is a father and a patriarch, but you know what he reminds me of? The creepy guy in his 20s or 30s that you’re on OKAY terms with who’s always fawning over you, giving you a reason to let him overstep boundaries, and when your guard is down, he takes advantage. And when you strike him or call him out for it, he does a 180 and tries to gain your sympathy or favor again. Sorry means nothing to him (unless you’re the Witness, but only because they’ve shown a GREAT deal of power that they have over him that he didn’t originally plan on and it terrifies him because he knows he can’t match that).

It’s possible that at one point he WAS a good (or better) person a very long time ago. To me it does seem like there are times where he genuinely suffers from depression and delusions, and was never able to get the right help for it. I don’t think the Uluran ever really practiced proper therapy? They strike me as the kind of people who a lot of our parents and grandparents were, where you don’t really acknowledge the emotional pain and turmoil you feel at the behest of others, or just generally. Inflicting physical pain is often a good thing, and just completely normalized in general. I can see how that would be a contributing factor to his mental issues. The separation of his daughter, the one thing he held genuine love and joy for, separated herself from him (for VERY good reasons), didn’t help as well I’m sure.

Those aren’t what make him a bad guy though, honestly. It’s like, how he’s been shaped as a person. We see a lot of characters on our side who have suffered the same issues, or very similar, but none are power-hungry, manipulative, and malevolently selfish and sadistic like he is. There were really cool attacks that they had planned for him in Lightfall, but tbh he deserved to die a mediocre, anti-climactic death.

He had an awesome run in the game, he was fun and awful, and I’m glad he’s gone.

[tommydoesntpayforsuits]

for the fanfiction questions: 1, 15, 18, and 69. sorry if they're a lot 😔💌

No, they're not a lot, no problem, lol. I'm exactly the same way, just ask Lily.

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

I'm a dreamer. Maybe It's for the Best (MIFTB) was a series of several months of thinking about a couple's slow descent into divorce because of their mutual love for the man's child. I find that the worst way to come up with a story you love is to not let yourself get distracted. Let get bored, let your mind wander. You'd be surprised how your imagination can entertain you. I was dying of boredom when I wrote MIFTB.

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

I don't really have one, but my creativity tends to wake up in the middle of the night. Which is a bad thing for an insomniac.

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

I enjoy it IF I am able to find the information I need. If I'm struggling to find one deal breaking piece of information, and I'm on my fifth obscure research paper, I would rather jump in a freezing lake.

As for the fic. Probably Among the Whisperings and the Champagne and the Stars (AWCS). The Great Gatsby is one of my favourite books, and I wanted to do right by this Gatsby inspired fic. I had studied the book in my final year of my A Levels, and had written in Fitzgerald's style before, because my course demanded for me to. So I went over old exam papers and class notes that I took about the time period, and about Fitzgerald's style. His style was the most complicated because I was so out of practice.

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

Way too many to count. I'll mention some, but I swear there are too many.

These peeps have written some of my favourite fics EVER. EVEEEER. Amazing. These are the fics that comfort me on sad nights, when I can't sleep, but I don't want to think either. Thank you to all of these writers for being such a comfort.

I am so sorry if I bothered you with this tag, by the way,

I honestly couldn't name you all the fanfic I read for Harry Potter, because I spent about 6 years reading exclusively HP fanfic every night. I have no way to keep track. So this list is only Peaky, but I'm not the best at remembering titles, so I might forget a few.

@retromafia: The Promise, Take This Waltz, Diamond's and Rust, A Blessing, A Marriage of Convenience, Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf, Somehow, Adam Raised a Cain, (Okay that's enough, so many more, Lily. So many more.)

@twistedrunes: George, Performance Anxiety, Fire In The Belly, Pup, Midsummer's Eve.

@fabulaprima: Big God, The Baker, Bitten Lips.

@hethrewmyheartinthecut: The Bride, A Battle Joined, Ten Things.

@blinder-secrets: In the Heat of the Moment, After He's Gone, In the Leaves, Count for Me, Settling Debts, As Good As Gold, Keeping Company, We Exist to Fall Apart.

@vintunnavaa: Your House, Dear Diary, Our Secret, Nothing Scars You, There's No Tom Without Pol, Take A Chance, Under My Protection, (I'm etc this, because I'm just going to end up putting Shiuli's entire masterlist here.)

@sceawere: Another Time

@celticmelody: The Secret Garden

There are so many more, but I can't remember them now, and I've been doing this for almost two hours. This was such hard work.

[Fanfiction Writing Asks]

[ashxketchum]

🚦 👑 🔮 for the fanfic writer game! (Unrelated question: What Agatha Christie are you reading? She's one of my faves.)

OMG Agatha Christie is my absolute favourite author, I've read all her works but I re-read them often and especially now I'm working on a murder mystery fanfic so reading through her works helps me stay inspired for my own story. I finished ABC Murders for the 2nd or 3rd time a few months back, currently, I'm reading Village of the Eight Graves by Seishi Yokomizo but after that, I'm planning to re-read Five Little Pigs or Cards on the Table cuz I've genuinely forgotten the plot for both of these 🥹

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

I'm a big fan of ambiguous endings while both reading and writing, and enjoy reading all sorts of endings but suck at writing bad endings! I just kind of don't want sad things to happen to my favs so if a fic I planned has a sad ending, it will take years for me to finish it cuz I need to make peace with the fact that it's not going to end well.

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

Short fics, as in oneshots, definitely. It's just so much easier to write one certain moment or scene and post it whenever I have the time. Long fics are a commitment and I respect every fic writer who invests time and effort into these.

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

Honestly I'm the worst person to ask this question because when I have writer's block I don't actively do anything to get over it 😭 So y'know I just go MIA on all my fics for months and then suddenly an idea strikes and I slowly start writing again. I think it's just important to understand what works for you the best, be it a routine or even a lack of one, and keeping in mind that we write because it's fun and we want to share our ideas with others. We're not doing this to compete with other writers, so we should never put ourselves down for facing burnout or writer's block!

[ Fanfic Writer Ask Game ]

[undyingghoul]

fanfic asks <3 <3 <3 1, 2, 10, 17, 35, 36, 37, 41, 71, 74. ♥♥

THANK YOU COMET I LOVE YOU <3 1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike? See now, this is a tricky one- I don't daydream a lot but I also don't always go for it as soon as I get the idea. If I get an idea and I'm unable to write at the current moment I'll just write it down somewhere or keep trying to remember it until I can write it out. 2. Where do you get your fic ideas? Honestly? It varies. Sometimes it'll just hit me like a freight train and other times other works, songs, scenarios, etc will inspire me. 10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

We don't talk about all the wips I have... We also don't talk about my extreme lack of motivation for fics right now and that it comes and goes at the worst possible moments 17. Do you have a writing routine? Nope! Unless you mean start a fic, work on it for a bit, and then forget/don't work on it because xyz happened- 35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

This one is a tough one because even though I've posted a good few fics none of them were really favorites (I also am a critical hater of my own works). However, if I had to pick, that award would go to Test Me, See What Happens

36. What fic are you proudest of?

Is it wrong to pick Test Me, See What Happens twice? 37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Listen, all of them were hard to write. I have a very bad attention span and get distracted EASILY. Like I mentioned earlier, I also am a critical hater of my own works so I'm never fully satisfied with my writing. I don't think I have one single fic that was harder to write than others. 41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written? Mountain. There will be no explanation, you've just gotta try and figure it out cause if I were to explain it I'd have to tag this as mature

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

I think currently reading. I've found some fics that I cannot stop going back to and it's just MMPH 74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Honestly speaking- No, I don't actually think so. I don't write for the love it could potentially get, although it is nice to get, I write because I want to and because it makes me happy