#fic files ask game

[shrinkthisviolet]

i still love you (i promise)?

“It would be good for them,” Caitlin remarked, adding sternly to Morgan, “Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you and Barry need some bonding time.” “Majorly,” Cisco agreed. “It’s been weird around here with you tiptoeing around him.” Morgan frowned. Have I been that obvious?

This is the next fic of the Morgan Wells AU, spanning 1x8 to 1x14! It centers Barry & Morgan...specifically, it's a fic that Morgan spends upset with Barry, while Barry's trying to make up for what he did (and what did he do, you may ask? Well, that would be spoiling! In any case, it's not quite as straightforward as Barry thinks)

And aside from that, Morgan finds out who Tina's protecting! Some planning ensues...though it doesn't exactly go the way they hoped.

And in the background, a theme throughout s1...the closer Eowells and Morgan get, the more Morgan's relationship with Tina suffers (it's been vice versa until now...time to flip things in Eowells's favor for a while!)

This fic also ends with an important secret revealed! Or...well, a couple of them. But to the same person, and in the same conversation, so it really counts as one in my book.

fic files ask game!

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

WIP TITLE TAG GAME

@leatafandom This is the third time I’ve tried to make this damned post. Lol! @staff (tumblr) keeps eating my post even though it tells me it is saving my draft. Anyway, here is my list.

Please feel free to ask any questions about any of the docs by file name either by comment, reblog, or ask. Thank you!

Winchesters A Life in the Hunter House

(Hades — Tartarus) The Empty’s Daughter

#99 prompt

#99.2 prompt

A Father’s Daughter

Alec M x Reader Crush

Alec x Reader 2

All around me 2.0 (Slow Burn)

Alpha Angel Cas x Omega!Witch!F! Reader

Alpha! Dean x Omega F!

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus problems true mates

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Angst Reader Hurt/Comfort wHappy unexpected ending

Ao3 2023 Kinktober

Ao3 Romancing the Hunter

Ao3 Xmes Exchange Quicky 2023

Ask Request 2024-02-28 Beau x Reader

Ask Request 2024-05-31 Sam Wesson x Gabriel

Ask Request 2024-06-12 Billy Butcher x m/ftm

Ask Request 2024-06-13 Dean or Jensen x Older F! Reader

Ask Request 2024-06-29 Sam x Methos

Ask Request 2024-07-02 FicFacers 2024 (Oct due date)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas Switch/Dom Dean x Sub Fem

Bankers, Fairies, and Foreclosures, Oh my! (From @writing-prompt-s)

Being a sex god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Alex Drabble - Making a boring chore a little more fun together

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Boredom WIP

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Disassociation 2

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Timestamp.2 Horror Movie

Burning Up

Destiel Date Night

Destiel Rabbit Moth Love Story

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Dragon Cas x Dean Plot (Giant and Pet meme)

Falling in love with Angel ORIGINAL

God-made Nephilim Rescues Castiel

Guardian of Humanity scene Drabble

Guardian of Humanity journal and scene

Heat

Ignoring the Alpha’s Voice

Ignoring Their Omega

Imagine Dean comes home after a bad day. (from @harmonity-vibes)

Nephilim of Stone

Post 15x19 DestielxAlex

Purpose

Rough time with your mental illness 2.0 (from @imaginethatsupernatural )

Scent Out, Make Out

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Soldier Boy x Flirty Reader

Spn Fairy Tales: The Ugly Duckling, a Destiel story (inspired by @fledglinginatrenchcoat-blog)

Spn poly Drabble 2023-08-30

SPNBB…

Sugar Daddy Horseman Death x Lucifer

Tell Me No Lies

Tell Me No Lies 2.0 (Nightingale Witch)

The Angel’s Mate 2.0

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story 2.0

The Omega

The Packless, no longer less —Bad Day (Becoming the Pack Alpha's Mate)

The Packless, no longer less SERIES

The Virus ORIGINAL

They don’t know when to quit

Trigger Warning

True Mate A/B/O DestielxAfab

Two Men and the Virgin

Warming Him Up

Winchester!Sister x Castiel

I’m gonna go a step beyond because I can. I am going to advise WIPs in my TUMBLR DRAFTS too. This will include the date, title or inspiration, and pairing if I have one.

Jul 2 - Moth to A Flame, Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Feb 29 - “Could you tell me another story while we drive to our destination, (Y/N)?” from @imaginethatsupernatural

Aug 20, 2022 - Angel!Castiel x Hunter!Reader (GN)

Jul 15, 2022 - Sub/Switch!Bi!Dean Winchester x Sub!F!Reader x Dom!Bi!Castiel

Just realized I didn’t tag anyone. Lol! Of course, no pressure. Only if you have time. 😊 ❤️❤️❤️ @luci-in-trenchcoats @zationao3 @riley-phoenix @lotus820 @impala-dreamer @spnexploration @destielshipper4cas @sharkfish @niche-pastiche @wisteria-lodge @naughtystiel

[eybefioro]

Hi, I'm Eybe!

I made this blog to have a place to obsess a little over my fixations (rn it is Good Omens obv).

I've been writing! If you want, check my ff on AO3 :) (English is not my first language, so expect mistakes. Não que eu seja muito melhor em português, mas sabe como é né)

Also... could I interest you in a ✨️ficlet or poem✨️?? Send me a word on the ask box and I'll write one for you!!

I mostly use tags for yapping. I don't tag things properly – I'm getting better at it, but don't expect trigger/content warnings. These are the ones I use with some consistency:

#woven words - Poetry stuff, apparently I'm doing that now.

#✨️Random fic rec✨️- I try to recommend a fic every so often! (It was weekly before but i couldn't keep it up LMAO. It takes me long to write the recs)They aren't spoiler free since it's a bit of a collection of my thoughts&experience reading it (I'm very enthusiastic about it)

#words after words - my ramblings about writing.

#sdrOwOrds - my fanfics & ficlets

#endless rewatch - for when I'm inevitably rewatching gomens and wanna talk about it.

#fanart i guess - hm this is new. I'm drawing sometimes. I'm not good but I have fun!

#tag game! & #ask game :D - for tag&ask games lol

#ask tag :) - all my asks.

#random ramble - more personal stuff. Whatever goes on my mind and i want to share for some reason.

I do love the ask thingy (and messages) so feel free to talk to me and send stuff! i won't bite, promise (unless you ask kindly)

(More about me under the cut)

🚧in construction 🚧

[Masterlists]

I'm too invested in music (I listen to a lot of different stuff) and fanfiction, and I do love anime and tv shows (Hannibal, Percy Jackson, The Good Place, Dirk Gently are some of them!). I like to watch people playing videogames, but don't play much myself bc I suck at them. Very much. It's comical. But I do love stardew valley, the Sims and Inscryption :)

Things that I like (and that you eventually see reblogs about (probably. Let'sbe honest this is 99% a gomens blog)):

Podcasts - Midnight burger, Magnus Archives, Dungeons and Daddies, Sherlock&Co, França e o Labirinto, Good Omens Radio drama, Paciente 63.

TV shows - Good Omens (obv), Dirk Gently, The umbrella academy, Hannibal, Percy Jackson, The good place, Interview with the vampire, Modern Family, This is Us, Dexter

Movies - Everything Everywhere All at once, Deadpool, studio Ghibli movies

Cartoons & Animes - Steven Universe, Adventure Time. Irmão do Jorel, Regular Show, Sponge Bob, Scooby Doo, almost anything hanna barbera actually, Barakamon, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Jujutsu Kaisen, Mob Psycho, Given, SK8, Dr Stone, YuYu Hakusho, HxH, DoroHeDoro, Fulk Metal Alchemist, Beastars (I do read manga too, but it's been a while. I liked Blue Exorcist, Golden Kamuy, Deadman Wonderland, Assassination Classroom)

Music - almost anything. Some: Ghost, Sleep Token, Cartola, Pet shop boys, blur, Secos e molhados, lady gaga, Orville peck, Sepultura, Rita Lee, Scorpions, Tracy Chapman, ABBA. Stromae, Lil Simz, Liniker, Hozier, Yellow Days, MacDeMarco, Alt-j, YinYin, Queen, Lil Nas X, The smiths, The Cure, Arctic Monkeys... so much more. (My tastes tend to be very 80s tho for some reason. In general terms, Disco, Rock, MPB & city pop are what I listen the most I think?)

Games - Stardew Valley, Inscryption, Minecraft, The Sims, Cities Skylines, Katana Zero

Other - Ordem paranormal (RPG livestreams), webtoons, architecture (in general)

Dividers by Enchantings!!

[daughterofhecata]

WIP ask game

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

I was tagged by @borealopelta - thank you!

...I'm not putting *all* the file names down here, because that would be like. 50+ items. You're getting a selection of stuff I've been working on semi-recently instead.

a pretty safe bet

Abendstern cont.

coded talking Cotta/Reynolds

College AU

Cotta & Milo

Cotta-Reynolds thing

Cotta/Peter/Goodween

Demon love thingy

Dylan/Peter/Skinny

Escort fic

gym fic

i put the 'fun' in 'funeral'

justus/victor can't protect you

niemand ist so leicht zu durchschauen wie du

reunion fic

sexting divergence

Skinny/Justus/Victor

Sog

The Heart of a Dog

the perfect part about it is: it's all that i've got

weihnachtsfeier Cotta/Goodween #2

What Happens In Vegas

And my two original projects on top, if anyone is interested in that:

Nowhere Generation (Arbeitstitel)

Schneeschmelze

I am *also* not tagging as many people as I have WIPs.

Tagging: @crazy-walls, @pointwhitmark, @wodkapudding, @lalalenii, @bistdueinbaum & @miaisreadytorun, if you want to!

[asterofthevoid]

So much to look forward to 🫠

But xfiles???

I’ve had so many small head canons building up, I’m so glad someone’s writing some!

It's one of those AU's that just pop up one day out of nowhere and then don't leave. I don't have the full scope of the fic yet, because I want to finish my rewatch of X-Files at some point, so it's been on the backburner for quite some time. But it's got so much potential!

"So, you actually believe in this stuff?" Silver looks around the room, the files strewn over the desks. The single poster on the wall that reads “I want to believe.” The rest of the wall space is covered with newspaper clippings and maps with photos attached to them. "Of course not. This is to cover my tracks and keep them off my back. There's something afoot here, and I'm going to figure out what it is." "What would you say the chances are of it being the government?" "About 80%." "So you're still entertaining a 20% chance that its aliens? " "Again, there's something going on. Did you not hear me the first time?" Silver must not have wiped the skepticism from his face in time, because Flint turns his back and sighs. "My husband disappeared."

[tuulikannel]

And yet one more of the wips! Then we're done, I think. I wanted to give this one a post of its own, and not just cause it's the only one for Dresden Files. The file is called Thomas and unsurprisingly, the fic's about him. XD

I've over 7000 words written for this, but again, this is a story I haven't touched for a couple of years. I just got totally stuck with it, even though I have a rough idea of how the story goes. :/ I started writing this back when I was doing my bachelor's thesis about Kuchisake-onna, and yep... this monster is quite central in this fic.

It takes place...umm. It's been too long since I've read the books, but... after Blood Rites and probably Dead Beat too, I think? So, spoiler warning up to that part!

I'll just share here the very beginning. This is a fic I'd really want to finish some day, but we'll see if that ever happens.

I was lying on my back, heart still beating fast, breath deep and gasping. My eyes slowly began to focus on the ceiling as I returned to planet Earth from that previously unknown level of ecstasy I’d just been raised to. I felt… amazing. Perfect. The heartbeat slowed down, but it was still hard enough for me to feel it, and a moment I concentrated on that, the reassuring rhythm pounding in my chest with such strength I doubted it could ever stop.

I felt strong. Complete. My entire body was full of energy; I could practically feel it tickling from my scalp to my fingertips and toes. It seemed to me I could just spring up and run a marathon – hell, win it and not even break sweat. Even the knee I’d hit the day before wasn’t hurting anymore.

Empty night. Why hadn’t anyone ever told me sex could make you feel this amazing?

“Emily,” I whispered. I wanted somehow to convey to her what I felt, but all I could come up with was, “That was… incredible.”

There was only silence in reply. Too deep a silence, now that I thought of it. It crept over me, seeping into every inch of my suddenly too perfect body, and I felt a chill. I didn’t want to turn to look next to me, but even so my head moved.

She was lying there, beside me, her green eyes open and staring, mouth frozen in a tiny smile, the little dimple on her cheek just barely visible.

“Emily!”

I woke up with a start, the name stuck in my throat. A moment I lay there, again staring at the ceiling, this one quite different from the one in my dream. Slowly I sat up on my brother’s couch and let my eyes scan the room. It was early, still dark outside. Mouse was lying by the fireplace, watching me while making a quiet, sad, dog sound. Mister was nowhere to be seen. Harry was still sleeping, based on the snoring that carried to my ears from his bedroom.

I stood up, stretched, pulled on yesterday’s clothes. “Want a walk?” I asked the dog who jumped up as well, tail wagging, as I headed to the front door. I needed some fresh air to clear my mind.

My name is Thomas Raith, and I’m a monster. And if I ever might be about to forget it, dreams like that make damn sure I won’t.

[ren-144p]

Hi! Silent admirer of your RE stuff (it's been so long since I've played these games, but you've been re-inspiring me!) - so I'm curious about "Madrid, 1996" for the WIP asks? 👀

ohh god— going for the only one legitimately named and simultaneously the one most unpolished bdhdjsjkl

as of right now, “Madrid, 1996” is a series of snippets intertwined with meta about itself and records of my convos with @bennidraws (which is what started it all!!), written somewhat as a branch of my luis study project. set entirely pre-games, it follows the story of Luis and Carlos who meet, by chance, at an Umbrella conference, and in two weeks develop a particularly deep relationship. Carlos falls in love with an older man freshly out of a personality crisis, Luis falls for a repressed boy who's just discovering himself for the first time, and both of them turn each other's world upside down. contains dog imagery, yearning, cigarettes, and—on many occasions—Carlos' dog tags clinking against Luis' cross

it's rough and unpolished and not even fully planned out, branching within itself into multiple endings. but i've been chipping away at it when i'm not working on anything else and i feel like eventually something will come out of it. too much love has been put into those conversations for the fic to amount to nothing ❤️

*

“They ever give you a break, soldier boy?”

Carlos turned towards the voice, surprised to see anyone out of the building at this hour, especially in such a downpour. It belonged to the same man he had seen earlier, except the well-cut suit was nowhere to be found, now replaced by an intricately decorated leather jacket and a pair of well-worn jeans. He held a single cigarette between his teeth and a lighter in one hand, looking at him with curiosity through the hair falling into his eyes; and chuckled, clearly having noticed Carlos' persistent gaze on him.

“You look like a rabbit in headlights,” he teased, weaving the lighter between skilled fingers. It lit up with a quiet click a moment later, and Carlos took a while to admire the way the flame illuminated the man's face when he leaned into the light.

"No breaks.” He watched how his thin lips curled around a puff of smoke. “The shifts are short though.”

The stranger hummed, as if amused by the answer, and leaned back comfortably against the wall before extending a pack of cigarettes towards Carlos.

“Care for a smoke?”

*

“You should come find me later, soldier boy. When your shift is done,” the man said, throwing the butt of his cigarette on the ground. “Room 102. On the fourth floor,” he added with a wink, turning back, but Carlos' hand wrapped around his wrist before he could go.

“Who am I asking for?”

The stranger smirked, leaning in so close their noses almost touched.

“Name's Luis,” he said, a teasing note in his voice. “And who am I waiting for?”

“Carlos.”

*

and, as a bonus, a bit of the relevant note i made for this part (and for what's supposed to follow)

something about the terrifying act of inviting a stranger to your room, something about that stranger being a soldier; something about being invited to a hotel room by a man older than you, and something about the confidence with which he does it.

the way every night spent with a stranger might've been your last; the way he didn't know if he was gonna wake up the next morning, and then he did—and then they both did.

[bromcommie]

hiii max <333 for the WIP ask game, how about "211223 sleep ghosts"? sounds super intriguing!

Hi hiiii, thanks for the ask<33

Ah, so: the title's basically just a nicer way of saying, this is a chaotic dumping ground for pieces of scenes that I think of right as sleep tries to take me in its loving chokehold and then have to blearily type into my notes app to rework later. A lot of those pieces ended up being dream-themed, though, so there's that throughline to it, too. I usually just cherry-pick some bits to fit into other fics later, but I'm thinking of developing a few into a full, more surreal work as well? We'll see.

one of the more fully-formed, Steve-centric (with a blink-and-you'll-miss-it stucky moment at the end) excerpts under the cut:

He’s seven and there’s a stubborn hand on his neck, keeping him under the surface.

He’s seven and he loves coming to Coney Island in the summer more than anything—all that lazy, sugary warmth loosening his body up, all that chaotic life made palpable and stretching the limits of his tiny world—but the water’s colder and quieter than he remembers, the sand too slippery to push up against, and his body’s as useless as it’s always been, every motion a fight for breath.

He’s seven and he’s dying, except that he thinks there used to be a different ending to that story: used to be muffled commotion and the rush of noise in his ears when the hold at his neck was torn away, breaking him through the waves. Used to be all that hollering, all that sunlight off of bright, blinding sand, the shock of cool air against his face and oxygen singing in his blood like a victory.

In this story, however, there's nothing: just the mounting pressure and the bitter cold, the wide expanse of the ocean that’s the wrong shape, that fits all askew and rubs up painful against his memory. Just the deep, glacial-slow dark and the salt stinging his eyes and all that—

—silence, always the same eternal silence, always that still, suffocating cloak over everything, melting all of time down to a single focused point right before the first shell hits, right before the waves come crashing in, always that moment in which he's entirely useless just slipping against the traitorous sands just flung right out of his body just waiting caught in the seconds frozen like a terrified animal crushed in a trap he can't move and he's just—

He’s freezing but his lungs feel like they’re on fire, and he wants to say I told you so, I fucking told you so but he doesn’t know who he’s talking to because he’s all alone and he can’t even talk, can’t even breathe because he’s just—

—seven, he's just seven and someone much bigger than him is holding his head underwater, unyielding and angry because he’s small and he didn’t shut up when he was supposed to and he’s just—

—nearing twenty-seven and something much bigger than him is swallowing him into its depths, ancient and vast and utterly indifferent and he can't even fight back, can't say a goddamn word to argue his case because there’s saltwater crushing his thoughts, fear crystallizing like ice in his chest, because it’s getting so dark and he’s so alone and he didn’t think it would feel like this, being seven and almost-twenty-seven and never being warm again, because he doesn’t want to die but he’s drowning and he’s alone—

Steve wakes up gasping for air, lurching through miles and miles of the Arctic ice and upright on his couch.

He blinks through the stifling darkness, coughing out the absence of water in his lungs, but he can still feel the cold around his neck, can feel the wet salt on his skin and the pressure keeping him down and it's not enough, all that air drawing in and in and in and he can’t—

“—a dream, sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s alright, you’re okay,” he hears Bucky’s low voice, hushed and close and mindless, except for how that’s entirely wrong, isn’t it; he was just alone, and Bucky never called him that a day in his goddamn life. He’s all alone in an empty apartment in Manhattan, and Bucky died over half a year and half a century ago. “Just take it easy, Rogers, you're alright. You're okay."

His surroundings come to him like paint stretching in water, a slow bleed-through: the dim outline of his living room, the garbage truck idling down the street, the awful, panicked wheezing coming from somewhere inside his own chest; solid weight on the edge of the couch and steady arms keeping him in place where he tried to lash out and—"Buck?"

Some unpinnable emotion ripples over Bucky's face too quick to track, a barely-there flinch from his eyes—little fine lines collecting exhaustion in the corners, when did that—down to the tick in his jaw before the hand keeping Steve at arm's length resumes its soothing little circles on his shoulder. "Yeah. Yeah, it's just me."

It's a split-second of hesitation; it's enough to bring the rest of the present crashing through with a vengeance, and then he's shaking.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[randomfoggytiger]

👽

Thanks for dropping in~! :DDDD

Okay, this'll be long, too; so, I'm gonna hide it under the cut. >:DDD

My Tippy Top Fics of Yours~

Where A Million Stars Catch Fire/Tumblr: Of couuuuuuuuuuuuurse I gotta include this. Mulder's birthdays each year while winding closer and closer to his return and potential death with a canonically inaccurate happy ending. What's there not to love?

Between Two Truths: shows an angle I hadn't considered-- that Mulder would have to get the EBE photo "authenticated" and likely would have been mocked for it. It's too true. I love that Scully didn't rub it in and that Mulder understood and was grateful for it.

The Lesser Potato/Tumblr : I can't leave out this fic, I can't-- not just because of our and @welsharcher's discussion, but also because Skinner is in top "done" form here. Hilarious.

 Mother Knows Best: The fact that Maggie not only met Diana but also duped her is a niche of a niche I didn't even know I wanted to read. Thank you so much for putting that out there.

Hands-On Activities: Scully teaching Mulder how to" mechanic" and showing him love and appreciation makes my heart sing~.

Moments That I Remember

And now, for moments that pop up immediately when I think of your writing:

Scully's panic attack in the car after hearing Pfaster's song.

Mulder counting down the Mayan 2012 calendar date (and Scully's annoyance both? times.)

Diana's face after Maggie let her believe Mulder and Scully were dating.

Mulder's insecurity about himself while Scully teaches him how to be a handy-man.

Mulder's smile when he wakes up in Where A Million Stars Catch Fire.

Agua Mala Mulder sharing that he gave up after her abduction and Scully saying back his FTF words.

Mulder flailing in the Conduit church and Scully trying to help reassure or comfort him.

William going into hiding with his parents while Scully and Mulder work on stopping Colonization.

The rich lore of Mulder's British spelling. ;)))

Once again, thanks for dropping in! Hope this gives you a wonderful weekend boost~. :DDDDD

[shrinkthisviolet]

For the fic files game - who are you ( in this vast multiverse) ❤️

When they finally awoke, the trio found themselves in three different places. Peter found himself in the midst of a desert, with a sandstorm building on the horizon, and only a small cave nearby. Thinking quickly, he got up, ran to the cave, and ducked inside. MJ found herself on a strange ship, at the end of some kind of strange gun, aimed by a man she’d never met. A furry creature of some kind stood beside him, growling at her. Ned found himself aboard a ship, face-to-face with a woman in a white dress and a strange hairstyle, pointing some kind of gun at him. But before either could say anything, soldiers in white armor swarmed the room and grabbed them, ignoring their protests. All three of them had a very bad feeling about this.

So this is the post-NWH Star Wars AU! Basically, right when Strange casts his spell, Peter, Ned, and MJ get thrown into A New Hope—Peter ends up with Luke, Ned with Leia, and MJ with Han (imo these duos can play off each other well and have quite a few similarities!)

Oh, and did I mention that Ned and MJ remember each other but not Peter, and Peter doesn't remember them? Turns out the memory spell worked its magic after all...in an unexpected way.

This is the first fic in what I plan to be a trilogy, spanning the three OT movies of Star Wars. The Rebellion stuff will be going on, but the overarching plot is about them getting their memories back, figuring out what happened, and figuring out how to get home...if that's even what they want 👀

fic files ask game!

[ravensilversea]

For the fic writer ask: ⛔🎢 and 😈

Have a good day Raven!! 🩵

Hey Myr!!! Hope you're having a good day! 💜

(Fic Writer Ask Game)

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

One of my enablers is due for a crackship fic because they called a Star Wars rarepair I wrote a crackship, and um... mate if we're calling Fives/Obi-Wan a crackship, I'll show you a goddamn crackship >:3

Actually that did remind me that What Happened to the Lightsaber was specifically written to rib someone. So yes, but they tend to be targeted. Otherwise, I guarantee the detail was mean to me first, and I am simply sharing the pain.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Writing-wise: The Goddess Smiled (And I Was Lost) - it literally went from 0 to like 700 words in like 30 minutes tops and Then Kept Going and also spawned Patron of the Impossible because I wrote an ending and still had an entire fic left

To Read: Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board) - Sorry not sorry about the sudden mood shift at the end XD

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Shoutout to the middle school friends who will never get the end of that SIOC Star Trek series I was writing 😂

In actual, living internet memory, there's a Harry Potter OC-centric fic I posted on FFN and some stuff on Quotev that are pretty much abandoned. And that's not counting all the fics that have never seen the light of day lol. I tend to hoard my ideas tho, so there's a lot of WIPs I haven't worked on in years that I may still circle back to

[television-overload]

just started watching txf (on s1e6 or e7 i believe?) and i'm already so jazzed about it!! anyway 36 for the ask game :)

So exciting! You're in for a treat. Season 2 is sooooo good, and obviously they're already absolutely insane in season 1. I was watching entire seasons in 2 days sometimes a year ago when I first watched it (not healthy 😅). There's a reason I waited until I graduated to start the show. I knew it would suck me in hard-core.

My fic will definitely have spoilers for later seasons, but here's a spoiler-free snippet from section 36!

Mulder has been a saint ever since they got here—ever since they began this process, really.

Send me an ask with a random number between 1 and 40 and I'll give you a sentence from that section on my MSR adoption fic document

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

For WIP Wednesday, Hacking Stockman Rewrite!!

🫵💥 Anything for you bestie!!

- - - ⚡ - - -

He calls for help. That is not what comes out of his mouth.

“Everything is perfectly fine,” he hears himself saying, voice utterly devoid of the panic swirling in his mind.

- - - ⚡ - - -

OH FUCK I DON'T THINK HE'S FINE!!

[mollywog]

Haymitch! 👀 (for the WIP game)

So that should have said Haymitch - Posted because it was this

but

That came from another fic idea following Hazelle’s time as Haymitch’s housekeeper. Idk I imagine Haymitch as a little cowed by Hayzelle. She’s maternal but not an enabler and for some reason her opinion of him is important though he’s never cared what anyone’s thought of him before.

Hazelle comes in with assumptions, but observing him day in and out, especially seeing how much he cares about Katniss and Peeta, endears him to her.

Nothing would really happen between them in this period, just lots of groundwork laid for them to have a HEA eventually post-war.

WIP File Game

[whumpdoyoumean]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

This made me go, "Aww!" aloud when I saw it haha, thank you Nonny!

The Spy Left Out in the Cold (whumpee: Napoleon Solo; pairings: Napoleon x Illya, Illya & Gaby; words: 44,997 )

Everybody Bleeds This Way (whumpee: Evan "Buck" Buckley; pairings: Buck x Eddie; words: 22,818)

An Awful Noise (whumpee: Fox Mulder; pairings: Mulder x Scully; words: 4,177)

Bandaids Don't Fix Bullet Holes (But Punisher Does) (whumpee: Matt Murdock; pairings: Matt & Frank; words: 5,927)

Once Upon a Time in Space (whumpee: Leonard (Bones) McCoy; pairings: Bones & Kirk; words: 2,286)

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Re: the fanfic ask. I second what everyone else has said, because I think your fics are marvellous, and you are a very strong all-rounder. I think it should be assumed that I adore both your Imogen and Laudna voices, that they are spot on. But one thing I do want to highlight, and what really got me in the second to last section of Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable, was how well you write the group dynamics of all the Hells. Everyone has their own individual voices but the rhythm and patter 👌

Hi this is SO sweet, thank you so much 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 Writing everyone interacting is one of my favorite things. Seven characters is so many to juggle but I love them all and their dynamics desperately