#my first proper fic🥳

[origamiplushie]

+1. Eddie has a surprisingly insightful conversation

Part 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7.

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Nearly a month had passed since they finally defeated the Upside Down for good. Since Eddie was welcomed back with tearful hugs and a very thorough dressing down from one Dustin Henderson for being a reckless self-sacrificing idiot. Since they celebrated finally putting Henry-slash-Vecna-slash-One in the ground. 

Nearly three weeks since Eddie got to see his uncle again and hug him. 

One week since a shadowy government organization sweeped everything under the rug and managed to clear Eddie’s name. 

And two days since Eddie finally felt that everything had calmed down enough to give into the kids begging to have him DM another game for them. Only this time he had two extra players in Lady Applejack and the infamous Will the Wise.

He’d already had the honor of playing with Erica so he knew any campaign he planned had better be good enough to meet her meticulous standards. And while the 11-year-old was intimidating, Eddie was much more nervous about DM-ing for Will Byers.

The whole year Mike, Dustin and Lucas kept talking about their friend Will who used to play with them before he moved to California. They credited him with a lot of their more memorable strategies and also their general caution when it came to hidden traps and such, which had meant their characters made it through relatively unharmed compared to other Hellfire newcomers. 

They had hyped up Will's campaigns so much that Eddie really wanted to impress the kid. So he thought he would add in some of the old characters and other references from Will’s old campaigns into the storyline. 

That's the reason he now finds himself standing on the Hendersons’ doorstep. He had hoped Dustin might have some of his old notes and character sheets still lying around somewhere and to his relief Dustin said he did. 

“Wait here, I’ll see if I can find them!”

Eddie awkwardly perched on the floral sofa and tried to look less like a bad influence in case Dustin’s mom happened to walk into the room. He looked around and fiddled with the rings on his hands when he saw a cat walking into the room and jumping onto an armchair like it owned the place. 

Suddenly he remembered the examples of resurrections Steve had listed off for him. 

He vaguely recalled Steve mentioning that Dustin's cat had gotten eaten by a demodog and then was the second being to be brought back to life. 

And look the thing is, he still hadn’t quite come to terms with his whole painful death and sudden reawakening in the upside down. Unlike the other horrors he had witnessed during spring break he hadn’t had a chance to talk to someone about it either. Or at least anyone who could really understand what he went through.

He had accepted that at least for now talking to someone else who had died wasn’t in the cards for him. But according to Steve, technically Mews had experienced the same thing too. Hell, their deaths were even very similar because they had both been eaten by demo-monsters.

Feeling silly Eddie slowly kneeled in front of the armchair and carefully reached out a hand for the cat to sniff. 

“Hey there, I‘m Eddie and I don’t know if you can tell, I’m, well, kinda like you.” Mews gave a little mrrp and butted his head against his hand, apparently satisfied with whatever he had smelled.

Eddie smiled a little. “ Well, not like you in that you are of course a very honorable feline and as you can tell by the lack of ears and whiskers I am but a lowly human - only good for scritches and treats,” he continued, dramatically laying a hand on his forehead in shame. Then his smile dropped and his expression turned more contemplative.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t even understand me. Not completely sure because after, let’s say, recent experiences; I’m willing to believe anything but cats understanding human speech seems a little far fetched. But I can’t really talk to anyone else about this. Steve said Will seems to still be sensitive ‘bout the whole undead thing and I don’t not want to like, further traumatize the guy by making him talk about it again.”

He started slowly petting Mews as he talked, falling deeper into thoughts as he justified why he was talking to a cat about his issues.

“I could try to talk to the chief but me and him aren’t really on the best terms with each other. He still doesn’t completely trust me even if I’m trying to appreciate my new lease on life and stay on the straight and narrow. Hah, and it's not like I’m gonna start respecting authority or anything like that so fair to say the dislike‘s mutual!”

“I know Max would get it and she would not hesitate to hit me over the head if she thought for a moment I was trying to not hurt her feelings or whatever but.” He swallowed looking down. “I don’t think I could stand to hear about her death. Not after seeing Chrissy– ”

He took a deep breath, physically shaking his head as if to shake off the horrific memory. 

“So that leaves you. Because apparently you also got eaten and then brought back. And you seem happy and calm and relaxed and I don’t know if you have happened to notice but I am very much not handling this as well as you are! I was hunted down and eaten like, like some kind of zebra in a nature documentary! And now I am alive again and I have to just keep living my life like a normal human being as if I wasn’t a zebra for a hot second!” 

He stops, realizing that he was getting loud and might attract attention if he continued. He definitely did not want Henderson or his mom walking in and seeing him right now.

“I died and now I’m alive and don’t get me wrong, I’m super grateful supergirl bothered to resurrect me but I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on when I still remember dying.”

Mews turns to lie on his back, closing his eyes and purring as if the armchair was the most lavish king size canopy bed to ever exist.

Eddie stared at the cat thoughtfully.

“I guess you’re right. This is my second chance at life and my last chance ended with me feeling miserable and hopeless. I was sure I was either going to die or spend the rest of my life in prison. But now here I am - alive and a free man. Maybe I should just focus on living this second life to the fullest. I ended my first life being worried about the future so why should I waste time doing the same thing in this one?”

He stood up, suddenly filled with determination. 

“Thanks Mews. You felines clearly are as smart as they say!” 

With a final pat for Mews, Eddie walked off to see where Dustin had wandered off to, a new pep in his step, resolved to find joy in whatever the future threw at him.

[sensitively-taken]

on that note, i’ve had the funniest fic idea stuck in my head for the past week. neet!beomgyu x gal!reader where reader has IBS and beom is freakily good at cooking nutritionally-balanced meals

[queenie-official]

✨🎉Series completion celebration🎉✨

‘Summer Love’ Series Masterlist

RAAAAH ITS FINALLY COMPLETED GUYS 💃🥳from the sky drop like confetti🦟🦗🦟🦗✨

i said this when i first made a post about the series but i want to do a celebration event! the big thing being a Q&A

you guys can ask me anything in regards to the series! also feel free to ask me whatever you want just be kind and mindful!

send in literally as much as you want i’ll answer them all🙂‍↕️

i’m going to wait a few days for the asks to come in before i answer them all so i’m going to leave the opportunity for you to send in questions open until Thursday, though you absolutely still can send stuff in the day of!

any asks sent afterwards i’ll of course still answer but it won’t be included in the event post (i plan on stock piling a link to all the asks onto this post, i think it’s a fun way to let all of you shine🪩✨ a proper thank you for all the kind support and love 💋)

please keep in mind that any asks sent in (excluding fic requests which i’ll answer as i write) won't be answered until the actual post event. (provided anybody actually participates lol)

the next celebration event i’m going to do is release some of the dialogue and concepts i ended up cutting from the final story!

i’ve kept a whole folder of stuff in my notes specifically for this, screenshots of discussions about the story as well as the conversations that inspired the story 🤭

i’ll post that sometime after the q&a event, i personally love seeing behind the scenes details like this so i wanted to give that for the fellow Gorgey Huns who do as well Xx <3

all of this is just a little cherry on top of the series, you know next to the bonus smut oneshot i’ll be writing

i’m going to tag all the pookies who wanted to be tagged for the series Xx

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[wordbunch]

Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > Lord of the Rings characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a WONDERFUL community 💕💕💕

ARAGORN ♡ cowboy like me

His old wandering lifestyle made it pretty hard to be committed to a person in one place, but he made it happen as soon as it was possible, and he would have done anything in the world to give you safety, protection and all the love that you deserve. And he plans on giving it to you forever, no matter the trials and tribulations that might appear on the way.

GIMLI ♡ love story

This dwarf is a proper gentleman, a confirmed charming sweet-talker and most definitely a deeply romantic soul in a very classical way. He is very respectful towards you, and respects some traditions as well, so he wanted to ensure everything was in order before asking you to be his forever.

LEGOLAS ♡ snow on the beach

Isn't he so unusual, kind of ethereal, and positively vibrant? You never met anyone like him, with all his interesting quirks and his abundance of joy and lust for life. It is impossible not to share his fascination with nature, and you cannot help but smile just a little brighter whenever you are around him.

BOROMIR ♡ willow

This is an absolute Boromir song to me - he likes to be outright, take charge, but maybe sometimes he is just a little bit too flattering (don't blame him, he just needs to express his feelings for you approximately 26 hours a day). With him every day feels like an enchanted love story, and you feel safe with him, and both of you take pride in being together. trophy couple

FARAMIR ♡ starlight

This wonderful man is absolutely a dreamer and an imaginative person, who likes to share his thoughts and wishes with you, and finds it absolutely delightful if you agree with some of them. Everything he promises to you, he most certainly delivers. Also, he has so much love to give, and would be a very big fan of the idea of starting a family with you and just being the best supportive parents ever.

ÉOMER ♡ enchanted

Horse boy's jaw DROPPED the first time that he saw you and he forgot about everything and everyone else in that moment. He just knew he needed to approach you and get to know you as soon as possible, because he was convinced you were either already happily taken, or you would be very soon, and he couldn't live with himself if he just sat aside and let it happen.

ÉOWYN ♡ dancing with our hands tied

Her thoughts and past struggles sometimes still come back to haunt her, and the fear of being trapped resurfaces, but you're there to reassure her that you'll stay, no matter how hard things get. Even if it's the two of you against the whole world, you wouldn't rather be anyone else but by her side, hand in hand.

SAM ♡ fearless

This is such a lovely sunny song, and it instantly made me think of the best gardener boy!! He might be apprehensive about taking some risks sometimes, but you make him feel brave and strong with just one look, and the fact that you believe in him makes him more confident. On the other hand, he makes you feel like absolute royalty and he loves to spoil you and treat you so right.

FRODO ♡ jump then fall

The sweet little song that this is!!! The two of you are each other's safe place and comforting presence, no matter the rude neighbors' comments, the evils of the world, or the occasional nightmares. It's a relationship that comes from a strong friendship first, and it shows in the way that you just silently understand each other and aren't afraid to just be yourselves.

MERRY ♡ glitch

Absolutely nothing romantic was ever supposed to happen between the two of you - you just liked to get up to no good together, sometimes! But somewhere amid setting off fireworks, pulling a couple of pranks on your mutual friends and getting a little tipsy in the Green Dragon on the weekends... something just clicked, and there's no going back.

PIPPIN ♡ our song

It's a cute and a bit chaotic song, so it's perfect! He might be a little childish still (and fairly young, gotta give him that), but that doesn't make your relationship any less valid. It's full of cute little moments and small acts of love that are greatly appreciated by both of you. He loves to surprise you with small gifts and surprise visits, and absolutely makes up silly little songs to make you smile.

ARWEN ♡ delicate

She was always so kind and sweet that it was hard for you to be certain what kind of feelings she harbored for you, but you were falling in love the more time you spent together. Although she liked you back romantically the whole time, you were the first one to mention something about it, though apprehensive, and she was delighted to find out about, and return your love.

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[ahomeforwisters]

ava gift exchange 2023! 🎄🥳

it's here! happy holidays, lulw (@tdlad), hope you're having a good one! this isn't a piece of visual art since i don’t have the tools to create one, so you get a dr. seuss-inspired fic + a part of a fic i might finish later!

due to irl events, i had to rush these a bit, but i hope you enjoy it either way :) have a wonderful winter (or summer, depending on where you are) week, and happy (early) new year! *gives gingerbread cookie*

(prompt: i tried to combine elements from all three, but i focused on “the dark lord with red coat (that tdl in my posts)” specifically—your art is just gorgeous, btw!)

word count: ~1400 for the first one/the dr. suess-y one, ~1320 (and counting?) for the second one/the unfinished one

(and special thanks to @avagiftexchange for hosting this!)

Fic 1: How the Grinch Dark Lord Stole Christmas (or: dark's christmas cake romp)

Every stick in Stick City, near the end of the year, Every stick in Stick City brimmed with holiday cheer…

But! The Dark Lord, who’s not far from here, Who lived in the wintry woods quite near— The Dark Lord held Christmas even more dear!

~-~

The Dark Lord loved Christmas, this is no bluff, And you’d best believe it, he just can’t get enough! Was it because he enjoyed the sound of children laughing clear, Or did he simply have a particular liking for reindeer? Well I’ll tell you his secret, his reason for this: He really, really liked log cakes, they fill him with bliss.

“Christmas awaits, on the very next day, Christmas really is just a day away!”

But, From his perch in the woods, Watching the stars from where he stood, With hungry eyes and vibrant ardor, With the growing desire for Christmas he harbors, (and a craving for frosting he just can’t ignore), The Dark Lord knew: he needed more!

He needed more of all that Christmas had in store! And he will get more, he swore, He’ll claim even more of Christmas, ‘twas his right as a Lord!

But—how? Christmas is already drawing so near, Soon enough, Christmas will practically already be here! He needed more time, and he needed… a plan! A plan to put Christmas in the palm of his hand.

So The Dark Lord schemed, And he schemed, and he schemed, And he conjured a scheme, A terrible scheme!

“A-ha! I’ve got a brilliant idea!”

Dark cackled, a sound from deep in his throat, As he pulled from his closet his most dapper red coat. “They’ll never see me coming, even from the skies, “So long as I craft myself a most clever disguise!”

So he lined his coat with cotton, like Santa’s coat proper, Just as into the room, his friend Chosen entered— “Look, dearest Chosen, I’ve come up with a plan, “A plan to seize Christmas in the palm of my hand!”

Dear Chosen deadpanned, “Why are you talking like that,” And right after, he inquired, what about your silly Santa’s hat?

“No I didn’t—”

“Right here! I believe my night cap is sufficient,” Dark proclaimed, wearing the hat over his ears. “Now I only need a reindeer…”

But around this area, their part of the woods here, This much Dark knew: you wouldn’t find any deer! But was Dark deterred…? No! He said, “If I can’t find a deer, I’ll just make one instead!”

“...What do you think you’re doing with that big red nose.”

…And Dark ended up sticking the nose and antlers on his one last Virabot instead!

And so, with his little red cap on his hollow red head, And his feet firmly planted in his makeshift sled— He took with him a burlap sack, Which he then hoisted upon his back— He yelled, “Onward!” just before he took flight, Off to steal Christmas, he disappeared into the night!

~-~

Back on the ground, Chosen gazed down at the cardboard box—sorry, at the sled—Dark left behind. He stared at the confused Virabot, wearing an antler headband and sporting a red clown nose glued to its face, and sighed. “This is so stupid…”

~-~

A jaunty holiday tune played from an open Chrome window, But not a sound could be heard coming from inside their homes. He was here at last, and at the perfect time, too— They must all be in their beds, dreaming away without a clue! “Now to enact my plan…”

So he climbed down the chimney, one crafted from brick, It wasn’t too tight a fit, for he was literally a stick. Though he did get stuck once, or twice, maybe thrice— And he cursed his head, loudly, for it was massive in size. “Ow—seriously, who makes chimneys this small—”

“Second, is that you?”

Just as Dark managed to extricate himself, finally, Free from the clutches of that dastardly chimney— He came face-to-face with his first obstacle: Little Cindy-Blue Who, carrying fruits in a bowl.

“Wha… Little Cindy-Blue who?”

That’s right! Little Cindy-Blue Who, probably much older than two, Who… was actually awake at this time? But it’s two (a.m.)!

“Oh, no, we don’t actually sleep. Like at all. Except Second, sometimes, but he’s off doing his own thing right now. But uhh, anyways, hi, Dark Lord! What—what’s up? And why are you dressed like…”

And oh, there was a cautious glint in his eyes— He was nervous! But there was no need for such fright, Not if Dark wanted his plan to go without a hitch. So Dark would assure him, and explain his impromptu visit:

“You see, sweet youth—you see, the job of Santy, “Is to stock up your stockings, and fill them aplenty! “So that’s what I’m here for—but not you, my dear, “For this gift’s a surprise, so I can’t have you near.”

And the lie rolled cleanly off The Dark Lord’s tongue, For he was clever, and sure to fool the young. And surely enough, Cindy-Blue Who was nodding, Raring and ready to hurry back to bed a-plodding. You’re right, Santa Dark, he joyfully exclaimed, I’ll head right back to bed now! With a turn and a wave.

“What? But I didn’t say anythi—”

And so, with his burlap sack swinging, And with Cindy-Blue assuaged, standing there beaming— “Hey, don’t—get back here…!” The Dark Lord marched onward, his first obstacle cleared!

…only to find four more, all waiting at the door!

(…crap)

Ahem—what a surprise! The Dark Lord gasped, He can’t believe his eyes, ‘twas something he almost couldn’t grasp— What a sight, that they’d all come to greet him so, How happy they must be, to all rush out and greet him so!

“Hey uhh… what’s he saying?”

‘What’s he saying?’ They’re asking what game he’s playing! They ask why he’s here, and on what he was preying. But! faced with a barrier of four— Now five, as Cindy-Blue Who, panting, adds one more… They all block his path to the far kitchen door, But has this ever stopped The Dark Lord before? No!

“Hey wait, where are you going?” Cindy-Blue called when Dark showed no signs of slowing.

“Why’d you come here all of a sudden?” Said the yellow, placing a hand on his chin.

“The Cindy-blue-what now?” Slowly asked the red fellow.

“And what’s with the getup?” Queried Green, looking him from the toes up.

“Oh, Chosen told me he and Dark recently discovered these popular picture books. And ever since then, Dark’s been narrating everything he does in rhyme.”

“Ah, is that why he’s talking like that?” Yellow asked, eyeing his little Santa’s hat.

“That’s actually kind of impressive,” Remarked Green, who’s usually quite quick to forgive.

“Ooh, try rhyming something with orange!” Red said as Cindy-Blue stood next to Orange.

“Please stop calling me that, I don’t even know what it means,” Groaned Cindy-Blue Who, beside a laughing Green.

“Hey guys, Chosen texted me again just now—apparently Dark is here trying to ‘steal Christmas’ from us—which really just means he wants our log cakes.”

(goddammit Chosen you traitor)

“Wait, that’s it? That’s what that devious plan he was cackling about is?”

“I mean, Blue could always just make another cake. You could’ve just asked if you wanted one.”

“Yeah, and you’re… kind of really bad at sneaking? We could hear you narrating really loudly as soon as you got here.”

“And cursing out Orange’s chimney, too. Geez, that was vulgar…”

“Well,” with a flourish, the orange stick gestures, Towards the kitchen, where Dark had been hoping to plunder. “We’ve got some cake, if you want it. Next time just let us know you’re coming before you tear a portal through our wifi. And maybe keep your visits during the daytime, or at least don’t come crawling down my chimney past midnight…”

What was this? Could it be—no, it simply couldn’t be… But it was! “They’ll stand here and hand Christmas—to me?” For ‘twas the season of giving, of gifts freely given, Of gingerbread, batter, and cakes in the kitchen.

And there Dark stood and pondered, and pondered, and pondered, ‘Til a bright thought struck him! One that filled him with wonder: Could it be, then, that Christmas was not for the taking, But for shared cheer and laughs and all that in the making?

“Oh, for Adobe’s—just sit down and have some log cake.” And, well— ‘Twas simply an offer Dark cannot forsake.

- the end -

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Fic 2: i don't actually have a name for it yet, but i think i'll call it thaw for now

Christmas. ‘Twas a time of joyous laughter and warm embraces, of fireside affections and wintry escapades. ‘Twas the season of giving, be it presents or sweets or even the simplest of smiles—‘twas a time when even the little things, when given to another, are made infinitely precious.

Christmas. ‘Twas an absolutely perplexing holiday, for a stick such as The Dark Lord—and ‘twas a completely pointless one, too, as far as Dark was concerned.

Yet, when a pair of glittery red envelopes arrived at the doorstep of his and Chosen’s cabin in the woods—and when he opened one of them up to find an invitation inside, filigreed in gold and writ upon with a blue gel pen (in rather shaky handwriting, he noticed)—he didn’t immediately turn it to ash. He regarded it for longer than he normally would’ve, longer than he should’ve, turning it this way and that under the light—‘You’re invited!’, it winked up at him. If he didn’t know better just how sappy the animator’s favorite and his friends can be, he would’ve thought this was some kind of taunt.

(“You’re invited!”? who in their right minds would want to invite The Dark Lord, the outernet’s worst cyber-criminal, to something as mundane—as warm alien pointless—as a holiday gathering?)

While he was still winning gots nose at the gaudy invitation, the only other stick around for miles appeared in his periphery—Chosen picked up an envelope, too, when he saw what Dark was studying at the doorway. Dark almost hadn’t noticed when his fr… when his roommate had snuck up behind him, his pronounced footfalls doing little to breach the chasm between them; it was all he could do to stop himself from launching a fireball at Chosen as soon as the latter reached past him (he hadn’t forgotten how well that’d gone for him the last time…) 

Clumsily, fumbling with it once or twice, Chosen peeled at the envelope. His invitation was inked in orange instead of blue, littered with tiny scribbled drawings, and written in much neater script, too. Dark couldn’t catch the rest; Chosen always stood with his feet angled toward him these days, so his invitation turned away from view. That, and he’d moved a few paces away from the doorway—and Dark wasn’t interested anyway, he wasn’t. Pointless, he told himself again, it was such a pointless gesture. It was something he didn’t need—The Dark Lord had better things to do, had more important things to do, than to entertain something as small and banal as a Christmas party—it was a pointless affair, that was all it was.

(and yet.)

And yet. Dark wouldn’t be able to say what possessed him to do it; if it was sheer curiosity, a part of him balking at his own degrading wonder—or if it was when Chosen’s fingers tightened their hold on his invitation, carving minute creases into the paper,

and when the other stick’s eyes crinkled, just barely, in tender longing silent laughter only Dark would recognize—when those eyes finally met his, carrying a question and a spark Dark hadn’t seen in so long—he couldn’t find it within him to say no.

(it was Chosen’s idea, he would say later—it was all his roommate’s fault, the first and last person to extend their hand to him, that he was crashing their little party. he hadn’t wanted this, hadn’t needed it—he didn’t need this, he didn’t.)

~-~

If he was being honest—Dark really didn’t have anything better to do than to attend the party.

Ever since he was blasted to kingdom come by the animator’s favorite, ever since a battered Chosen had found him at the foot of a volcano and hauled his near-corpse all the way back to their cabin—in the months since, he’d seldom left their secluded area in the woods to do anything more than take a short walk. His shoulder still smarted from the hole that’d been blown through it, his skin etched with throbbing green scars all over—he couldn’t travel far beyond the bounds of the woods without wilting, robbed of breath. Needless to say, his heydays of ash and destruction were far behind him.

(and even if all his progress hadn’t been deleted, rendered void when Chosen destroyed the rest of his virabots following the “incident”—these days, looking at the place where he’d once stood tapping away at his computer, believing himself the inheritor of a grander purpose than the one dealt to him by the animator—it left an sour taste in his mouth.)

In his current condition, even petty theft seemed beyond his capabilities. Which was going to be a problem, he realized, when he turned to the back of the invitation and saw the damning first rule of the party written in a bold green: “Come in a costume! No costume, NO ENTRY.”

Well, in the state he was in, he wasn’t going to be pulling any heists anytime soon, not even on cheap outfitters—and he doubted any store would simply let a notorious cyber-criminal waltz into their establishment, even just to look around. That left him with only two options: either go through his own closets, or brave Chosen’s minefield of a room to rifle through his. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. 

With practiced ease (and only slightly impeded by his still-healing injuries), Dark picked his way past piles of lightly-charred sweaters, discarded bandages, random knick knacks collecting dust over the years, a self-sustaining tornado of trash—all the way across his roommate’s bedroom to reach the far end where the closets were. While Dark considered his fashion sense to be impeccable, none of his clothes really screamed “festive.” It was all something along the lines of “looks like he could kill you” or “warning: would actually kill you.” Chosen’s taste in clothes, on the other hand, was more… eclectic. There was more variety; he’d probably have a better chance finding something acceptable to wear here than in his own wardrobe.

Dark threw open the leftmost closet, a mahogany behemoth with the price sticker still slapped on the left door, and oh, that was—what even was that? No, those pants were too long, and the pair beside them the wrong shade of green—and oh, that’s garish, why did he even think to nab this? What is this even supposed to be, a mop? Or some kind of shawl? That color is way too bright to ever belong on a shirt, that shirt is a visual safety hazard. And what—why aren’t these socks the same, where’s the other one in the pair? None of these socks are the same—is that a pair of googly eyes—

Dark shut the closet door. He should’ve expected this, really; he’d witnessed the affront to fashion that was Chosen’s wardrobe thousands of times before, whenever they had to disguise themselves to go into the city. The two other closets wouldn’t be much better, he knew, but just as he was turning to head back toward the door—had that box always been there?

Tucked away into the corner of the room was a small cardboard box, a little tattered and stained in several spots from years of disuse but otherwise appearing untouched by the surrounding mess. As an expert at navigating Chosen’s room, Dark knew for certain it hadn’t been there the last time he was here (just over three months ago. he’d been scrounging for one of the aprons he’d left in Chosen’s room; it feels like it’s been forever since then.)

It took only a short hop for Dark to reach it. The next second, he was kneeling down in front of it, carefully lifting the top flaps—and sure, maybe a part of him was prodding at him, telling him whatever was in there was probably stashed away in the corner for a reason, reminding him that things are different now, the space between you and him, it’s different now—but that hadn’t ever stopped Dark before

(aaand that's all i have for this second one for now. i'll probs post the rest on ao3 or something if i finish this, but i'll def let you know!)

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but yeah, anywho, that's all—have a wonderful holiday season! :)

[surajmukhis]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers. Spread the self-love~ ��🏻 (...i know that's all your posted fics but shhhhhh... maybe write each a little blurb? haha)

rob hiiii~~ this is such a fun ask!! i do have only five fics on ao3 so i thought i might sneak some in from tumblr hehe

if today we hold each other - vegaspete - 8k - ao3

featuring feral vegas committing acts of service like a crime and other exciting finale-divergent offerings such as:

communicating without understanding each other!

dead abusive dads (crowd cheering)!

main family in love with pete phongsakorn 

ok fine yes the last one isn’t canon-divergent this was easily the most fluid, fun writing i did on this list and i actually go back to re-read it sometimes! you can find it here.

2. patpran social media au - tumblr

pran wakes up hoping for a quiet weekend in with his boyfriend; as it happens, pat is on a cross-country trip with a stranger he befriended online :)

i’m actually mostly happy with this (even though it was short and STILL took me two years to finish it hmph). slow going but i giggled nonstop writing the chaotic texts and tweets between patpran and friends + gram and the garage gang from not me! you can check it out here <3

3. gramblack - meet-cute (ish) - tumblr

a micro-fic speculating about gramblack’s first meeting ft. injured black, romantic break-in’s & the G&B figurines that we got fucking baited with (p’nuchie i forget but never forgive)  

[i would have more gramblack to put on this list except it’s all in my drafts and i dread revealing the insane grip they had on me back in the day <3] anyway read it here! 

4. toddblack - enemies to 👀? - tumblr

my beloved assassin black fic! 3 times he’s sent after charmingly insufferable politician todd + 1 time it makes him consider a career change.

this was two and a half years ago but i remember being so excited abt the idea and then struggling Massively to write it 🤡 sometimes i toy with the idea of fleshing it out into a proper fic but i’m realistic abt my dreams now. you can check it out here!

5. moontide (tender gravity) - phayurain - 7.5k - ao3

rain’s father bans him from meeting phayu during exam season. rain decides to make this everybody’s problem. <3

this was the sweetest to write of the lot and came out very organically for a fic exchange i randomly signed up for so i was really pleased with it overall. you can read it here :)

tysm again rob for the ask!! 💝 i’m excited to pass it on to other fic writing friends! 🥳🥳🥳

–🌻

[kithtaehyung]

this is my first time writing to you, but i’ve read most of ur fics atp and I HAD TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE UR WRITING!! you’re seriously such an incredible writer, i always come here to check on 3tan updates cause i’m sooo invested in these characters (like an unhealthy amount atp 👀). you also sound like such a sweet person from how you reply to everyone, like you literally apologize when you’ve been away or haven’t updated in a while when you really don’t owe us anything and we’re just grateful ur writing for us these amazing fics (AND FOR FREE MIGHT I ADD!) so i just had to leave u a msg and remind u how amazing you’re and to please take care of yourself and ur mental health above anything else, and i can’t wait to read more from you 🫶🏼💗

Oh my god…. Babe this is incredibly nice of you to say I’m gonna cry!!😭 thank you for even reaching out in the first place, much less the sweet message and reminders🫂🤍 I just feel bad that I can’t respond to y’all right away sometimes! Some of the messages in the inbox are very kind or need a proper response, but when I can’t mentally do it the response time gets slower and slower :’)) I’ll try to remember what you said, though!

Thank you for being here and for reading these stories. It means a whole lot and your messages are an icing on the cake🥳 More to come!!

[chartreuseian]

Hey! Fan fic writer ask. 💥🥳🔎😎

Hi hi!! Thank you 🥰

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Ooooh, I did already get this one, but let's be real, we all have a thousand things we would change if we could. Maybe Nikola saying he loved her in 'The Five'? Or just how they handled him in general? I think they didn't have a huge plan for his character (which, fair) so he's a little all over the place.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

Not a clue! Fun, I guess. I was the summer after I'd finished high school just before I started university but other than remembering when I started, I've got no idea why.

I restarted because last year nearly broke me and I made a deliberate decision to reclaim my life and my time to do thing that I like. And writing was something I loved, but hadn't done properly since about 2014/2015.

🔎 Does anyone beta read or edit your fics?

Nah! Sometimes I'll send bits to people for feedback or if I don't like how something is going to get some advice, but no proper editing/beta stuff. I don't take it quite seriously enough for that!

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

To read? Either.

To write? I call it canon adjacent. Like train fic is my sort of 'what if?' response to if something forced Helen and Nikola together back during their Oxford days. In my head, once they get home a lot of the events of the show would still happen, but with their relationship playing out alongside it.

Same for Lessons. It's the question of what would have happened if James had manned up and let Helen and John seduce him (because you can't tell me the three of them weren't flirting up a storm).

I'm attempting my first ever totally original story for them (I say that, but it's got some big Out of the Blue inspiration) at the moment, and it's a very different experience to write it!

[snickerdoodlles]

📘

salty prelude to this one, but: i watched my school president, found it absolutely adorable and couldn’t put it down until i finished it. then i tried our skyy 2: my school president and got about 10 min into the first one before i went ".....this is everything i hate in an AU" and stopped watching.

there's nothing that makes me back out of a fic faster than something that tries to force characters to fit other characters' dialogue/actions/whatever. i don't want to read two characters from one show reading out the script of a different movie, i want to see how those two characters would react and change if they'd been put into the situation/premise of a different movie. i think the premise of Gun as school president vs Tinn the music club head could've been a lot of fun, but i want to see Gun and Tinn in those roles, not Gun playing out Tinn's scenes and vice versa. it's such a missed opportunity and the few cute moments that were present can't sway me from my overall irritation. :/

so with that spicy take out of the way, some notes on how i'd do a msp roleswap AU:

Gun is still forced into the school president role. this is literally the universe conspiring against him. Jorn is 1000% unsympathetic to his plight and has to follow Gun any time the music club is involved because he overheard Gun lamenting he forgets the rulebook every time Tinn smiles. honestly, he deserves senior status for this nonsense. his college application is absolutely going to reference working under these unjust conditions.

music club still features Pat, Yo, and Win alongside Tinn and Tiw. Yo can keep Pat's glasses because that was funny. but Gun's friend group is Sound and Por, and Sound is still a popular guitar soloist on youtube because:

Tiw: what our club needs is new growth! we need fresh eyes! fresh ears! fresh hands! we need *points to Sound* HIM! Tinn: nO

Tiw: what?????? Tinn: we've been music rivals since elementary school, i will NOT work with the enemy

Tiw: but Tinn! you must! our club depends on it!!! THINK OF OUR FUTURE TINN Tinn, to the tune of 'even my bed hates me': why does the universe conspire against me 😭😭

-cut to Tinn approaching Sound-

Tinn: hi. Sound. i- Sound: -want me to carry your mediocre band through the festival so you can pretend you bring glory to the school and your club won't get kicked. let me save you your breath: no. Tinn: well, i- we- WE DONT NEED YOU ANYWAYS JERK

not seen by Tinn is Gun materializing behind a pillar to Stare Down Sound. Do It For His Honey Sound. We Are Friends Sound. Do It For Him Sound. You Should Help Your Friends Sound.

Sound, gritting his teeth: ...fine Tiw teleporting to slap his hand over Tinn's mouth before he can object: AWESOME practice starts at 3! :D!

-cut to music club practice-

Tiw holding Sound's shoulders: hey guys! as you can see, we have new blood in the club! Pat: Sound i get, we wanted him. but what's with other two? *camera pans out to show Gun and Por sitting in the back*

Gun and Por: *keep on smiling, maybe they won't notice* Sound, sighing to the heavens: this is why i'm a fucking soloist

you've seen Gun's ridiculous jealousy and Tinn's unhinged crush fantasies, now get ready for *drum rolls* Gun's unhinged daydreams of jealous!Tinn 🥳

Gun's regular reoccurring fantasy is Tinn being so overcome with jealousy he stakes his claim on him. no cutesy daydreams of heart equations or mv-esque beach hangouts, Gun's daydreaming about Tinn getting so annoyed and jealous about Gun's attention not being solely on him that he kicks the rest of the band out of their study group or serenades him in front of the whole school. he wants them to be the smug It couple of their school and anyone talking to Tinn is potential fodder for a daydream starring Gun draping himself over Tinn's shoulder and rubbing "we're BOYFRIENDS" in everyone's faces.

so those are a handful of things i'd change. there's still more proper plot things i'd change to maximize Gun and Tinn being ridiculous in their new roles, but whatever no one cares lol. however, for all the things i'd change, the one absolutely most essential thing i'd keep from our skyy 2 canon are the lion and chinchilla headbands. adorable, sensational, no notes, they could've just released 40min of the actors wearing those and teasing each other and i'd eat it up like a starved man at a banquet.

[[ ask me about fics im not writing ]]

[himilce-persephoniea]

Writing update

Hi! Hope the new year has welcomed you well 🤘 Here are the news about where I’m in my writings

- Winter Royalty: I’ve been blocked in the first scene for ages 😭 I’ve rewritten it like 4 times. But it's done. 🥳 Now I’m in the next one and it's smoother, I know where I’m going. I think this would have like 3-4 scenes. Would see where I’ll stop to not write an infinite chapter.

- The light of your beloved face: 16/25 chapters reviewed 🎊 I’d have to see where I want to take this fic because I wrote it when I wrote in vibes mode. Need to work.

Future works

- Ghost Project: it's a project I want to publish for the next Halloween. I have the fic planned and I’ve began to write the firsts sentences of the first chapter. I’m very excited for this one

- Emperor Obi-Wan: 🤷‍♀️ not sure how to classify this one. There is a/b/o, dyad, dark and light, obsessive and Sith Obi-Wan… I’m in the beginning of chapter 2

- Murder Husbands: I’ve planned all the background of the story, need to know what I want the proper fic to be like 🤣 it's a serial killer Obi-Wan

(do I like dark Obi-Wan? Yes I do)

- Reencarnation project: this is a very personal project. In the GFFA, Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka goes to a planet to fulfill the role of judges in a antique sport games. The judges can only be three, they can only be Jedi, and they can only be a Master, their apprentice, the apprentice of that apprentice. The games are the only moment where that planet is in peace. The planet is in war for the last three milennia. When they arrive, Anakin and Obi-Wan began to have dreams about moments they never lived. Moments in that planet. Moments of love and separation that provoked hatred and war. I’m really excited to write that project, but I’m a extremely slow writer and other projects come first. But it's in the list.

Bye bye for today!

And instead of my traditional gif, a question:

[krankittoeleven]

🥳✍🚦 for the ask game please :)

Thanks for the ask! :D

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

Oof, asking me to look way back in time. LOL I still have my first fanfic I wrote, which is amazing because I've lost a lot of others that came after it. Without having to explain the whole fandom it's from, I'll just say it was a missing scene type of fic between two canon events and I was just inspired to write it. I knew what fanfiction was at the time but not until then had it ever crossed my mind to write it.

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

I'd say, first and foremost, an environment in which I am physically comfortable, which works out better on some days than others. Also one where there isn't too much distracting/abrasive noise. Other than that, I can write pretty much anywhere.

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

My feelings on endings I write also extends to media I consume. I like what I call "proper endings" which means I don't care if it is happy or sad but if it fits the story. I really don't like happily ever after, because I don't believe in it. Happiness is a fluctuating state, not a permanently achievable plane, IMO. that being said, most of the endings I would consider are proper and fitting are also happy, but it isn't a happy ending for happiness' sake.

[ageless-aislynn]

It’s going to be November before we know it and you know what THAT means, right?

It’s NaNoWriMo time! 🥳🎉

Where I will be writing the scintillating novel of a fangirl who’s trying desperately to finish all of these darn works-in-progress. Can she do it? Will she find love along the way? Probably only the fictional kind but that’s still TOTALLY VALID. Stay tuned for the NaNo novel that will have you on your feet, cheering for the plucky protagonist to make her word count and to finally, at long last, give her blorbos the happy ending* they deserve!

*And sometimes they even get a *cough cough happy ending cough cough* because there are a couple of smut fics in there, lol.

So, prepare yourself for the adventure of a lifetime with...

...coming soon* to a Tumblr blog/AO3 account near you!

*No pun intended after that whole, you know, smut fic mention. Ahem.

 Anybody out there planning to do this next NaNo? 😎👍 This will be my 15th NaNo proper (I’ve done every November NaNo since 2008) and my 36th (!!!) NaNo event counting the Camp NaNos along the way (the twice yearly Camps started in 2011, I missed the very first one, one in 2018 and 2019).

Wish me luck and best of luck to anybody out there who’s going to be NaNo-ing right along side of me and mah blorbos!

⭐💖⭐

[wiccawrites]

Happy new year everyone!! 🥳🥳🥳 I hope you had a splendid start to 2023.

Just a quick post re: fic updates

kimchay one shot delayed a few days bc I'm feeling under the weather, sorry! I'm estimating it'll be around 8k-10k words long 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 It's in the 5 times... + 1 time.. format so I'm having fun writing it hehe

Plan shifted to finishing all of Blooming Oleander first before I get back into Alone Together. Doing this because I'm worried switching on and off between the two may affect the quality of the writing for both. We're reaching a critical point for Blooming Oleander's plot while I feel like Alone Together is also at a point where proper worldbuilding will be crucial to set up future conflicts, so I wanna take my time with it.

Going to target uploading 1 chapter every week but this is pretty optimistic ngl since work is gonna be picking up quite soon. 😭 I will try my best pls wish me luck huhu

[melanielocke]

I've not got the chance to send a proper ask until now, but congratulations for 150 followers, Nina!!!

I'm very glad you're on this hellsite and in the tsc/tlh fandom, with all you've done and in the general special sense of being mutuals <3

So I thought, perhaps:

💭 for Edwin and Robin (I checked A Marvelous Light after I saw your recommendation btw, and generally enjoyed it!)

📃 whatever fic/story you worked on last, tell me how's it going and how do you feel about it? :3

And lastly, ✨ if I wish to send you a cute little gif of your favorite animal, what animal would that be?

I hope it's not much, and I wish you have a great week ahead of you! Congrats! 🥳

💭 I love them! I relate to Edwin especially (and am pretty sure he's autistic), but generally they're a very sweet and at times awkward couple which really stands in contrast with what will come in the later books (Hawthorn especially, since his romance story will essentially be asshole x asshole).

📃 I am currently working on an as of yet untitled m/m fantasy romance set in a world inspired by ancient Greece and the Roman empire.

The main character is Marius, the autistic husband of the Vallerican emperor. He is Kristeian originally, and his homeland was conquered by Vallerica not long after he was born. It was Marius' father who made this all possible by betraying his country, which is why they're close enough to the imperial royal family that Marius got to marry into that family.

When unrest and rebel activity in Kristeia becomes impossible to ignore, Marius volunteers to go back home and see if he calm down his people. While he understands their anger, and believes Kristeia should be free, he does not think that is realistic and worries that rebellion will only get a lot of people killed.

Lysander is a gladiator, fighting for people's entertainment rather than for the empire. But he's also a rebel, and wants nothing more than free his homeland and restore it to the way it used to be, something he's only heard in his parents' stories. When Marius comes to Kristeia, Lysander and his sister kidnap Marius with the idea of ransoming him back to the emperor in exchange for Kristeia's freedom.

Marius will have to choose between his husband, and what is right for his people, and in the cave system where he's held captive he discovers signs of an ancient weapon, something that might give Kristeia a fighting chance against the empire.

I am currently editing my first draft (nearly finished) and am really loving it. Marius is a very sweet and soft character, but at the same time he's lived in a position of immense privilege and has to figure out how to do what's right. Emperor Ambrosius was an interesting villain to develop because he's also Marius' husband and Marius loves him at the start of the story, so I had to develop him properly to show why Marius loved him, even if that love is misguided and the relationship is very unhealthy and unequal.

There's magic too! Essentially, in Kristeia everyone has magic (In Vallerica it's a bit more restricted) and it's given to people through a ritual when they're babies. Powers are typically small and limited. Marius' power is related to time. Specifically, he can reverse time a limited amount of times for up to five minutes, which is very helpful because he's autistic and in an environment with little room for error, so when he messes up, he can reverse time and try again. He can also slow down time and speed it up. Lysander's power is that he's immune to magic (unless he allows it in, for example to be healed), so when Marius reverses time he remembers everything and when Marius slows down or speeds up and Lysander is in his proximity, he'll join Marius at his speed. And Ambrosius (the emperor) can read a person's desire by touching them, and his biggest limitation is that he only reads one desire at the time and it's a little random what it is.

My biggest struggle is the title. For some books, it's easy. For example the Witch in the Woods is an obvious title since it's pretty much about a witch in the woods (and it refers to both the wicked witch and Gretel). Whereas with this book? There's a lot going on, there's magic, but that's not the main plot, there's romance, rebellion, what should the title even refer to? If someone has any title ideas pleas send them my way

✨ This is a difficult question but lately I did work on the Stars Collide a little and introduced Rostam being obsessed with penguins so I'm going to go with penguins

[dreamlandcreations]

Hi there Alex! Congrats on 1.2k!! 🥳🥰

I’m not sure if this is the proper way to do it, but I think I finally thought of what I want to send to you - I’m so excited to see what you create! Your moodboards are absolutely beautiful!!

Ok so I hope it’s fine if I send these two stories to you … I just couldn’t choose which one to send.

The first is called A House Visit - it’s a fluffy John Shelby x Reader story

The second is called My Fair Lady - it was the very first Tommy Shelby x Reader story I wrote on here.

I can’t wait to see what you create!! Congrats one more time!! 💕

Thank you 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

these are 2 lovely fics and I hope I could capture the mood for both, you can find the moodboards here and here

[blackmonitor]

For the SW asks:

14, 29, and 39!

Welcome, dear @myevilmouse!

14. If you could change one thing about the Star Wars universe, what would it be? I would not bring back Palpatine. And moving on quickly…

29. Which character doesn't get enough credit or screentime? It's a hard one! Eli doesn't have enough screen time 😭😭😭😭 And Pryce, of course. We only got to see the mean and evil Pryce. She is evil and all, but still 🤭 More and better screen time for her!

39. If you wrote a 'fix-it fic', what would you write about? Hmm… Maybe I would make Pryce outlive the Rebels and help her resolve what has happened between her and Thrawn… Oh, wait for a second… you already wrote that! 🥳

So my real answer: I would give Thrawn a proper OC mate and make the Purrgil scene never happen 🤭 (Actually, I already did that! Two times... But I'm not sure anyone would want to read that, and besides - the first one is the first story that I write in English - so the grammar is unbearable to anyone else. And it's a big-time Mary Sue. I just did a recount, and it's 1704 pages long 🤭 The second one is a rework of the first one. Less Mary Sue, but somehow I didn't enjoy it that much, so I abandoned it after 484 pages.)

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