#my super secret wip however...

[tosahobi-if]

i love your story!

for reasons that are secret, i'd like to know:

who is the most toxic, red flag RO?

honestly? the mc HAHAHA (/j)

[zickmonkey]

I made a new self insert

[deesea-ao3]

Fun Lore Ideas for Fawcett City

I've been sitting on these concepts for ages and need to get them out of my system. For my current WIP, it was important that I have a strong concept for what kind of city Fawcett was going to be. While the plot isn't technically taking place in Fawcett, a huge amount of my lore interpretations/characterisations rely on there being a solid original setting to draw from. Also, it's super fun to extrapolate history and economy for a fictional magic city to try and make it feel as plausible as possible.

Now, to start with, I had to establish where the city would actually be located. Fawcett is typically represented and/or thought of as being in the Midwest, so I was able to whittle down my options even more. I couldn't have it too close to Central City, Keystone City, or Smallville since I wanted Fawcett to retain its isolated feel. It'd be harder for it to get away with being magic if it was a stones throw from speedster stomping grounds, for instance. In the end, I looked up old maps of America DC Comics had officially released for inspiration. What I got were these:

The first didn't have Fawcett at all, and the second had it placed near the border of Wisconsin. The latter was serviceable for my purposes. However, I wanted something more to draw from. I wanted to make Fawcett feel like an actual city with history before I slapped on the magic superhero. It technically was just an ordinary city until Shazam placed a portal there after all.

My second go of looking for inspiration was much more fruitful. I looked at a few fan-made maps and eventually stumbled upon this one in a reddit forum:

Upon closer inspection, I realised something.

That's fucking Chicago.

The idea that then formed was brilliant, my best one maybe ever. If I don't want to write a 2K+ document detailing an organic history of fictional Fawcett City, coupled with local industry and culture to boot, I can just STEAL a real one!

The existence of IRL Chicago is not necessary for my story, and its absence would be barely noteworthy in the grand scheme of things. Functionally, it wouldn't even be gone. Its location and major historical events would still have occurred, just under a different name. It not only saves me tons of labour as a writer, it's also fucking hilarious.

The heart of ALL of magic lies in an abdoned subway station in downtown Chicago Fawcett, the Windy city that houses pagan subcultures, talking animals, cursed objects and people who still think it's 1945.

Southern Lake Michigan has freshwater mermaids. The flat lands of the city proper are surrounded by bluffs as old as the ice age, which thrum with prehistoric magic. The sunset is always pink, and moonbeams are brighter somehow here. In the river that flows through art-nouveau styled skyscrapers swim fish with rainbow scales. The people are happy and chatty and full of little secrets, kept close and safe for rainy days. The woman who dresses in leaves and sleeps on park benches is liable to be simply human, but the jolly old milkman who visits you every morning is fae through and through. Weird is normal and normal is weird.

All while in Chicago, Illinois, one of the most populous, wealthy cities in America since the 1870s. The mechanic who enchanted your car to not break down anymore was raised by regular steel mill workers. The politician who dreams of addressing the city's entrenched class divides is stuck doing paperwork to establish legal protections for the local gnome population's tree houses. When it snows in winter, Yetis clear driveways and salt the sidewalks. No one talks about it much because what is noteworthy about public servants doing their jobs? So what if they're Yetis? You got a problem with that?

Fawcett blows Gotham out the goddamn water for weirdness, but because they're so nonchalant and humble about it, Gothamites walk around smugly assured of their tolerance for insanity, unaware of the bigger fish, which is the average Fawcett citizen. When tourists come to visit, the very genre of reality changes the second they step foot within city lines.

Fawcett solos, tbh. DC writers are weaksauce for not seeing the vision that is mystic Chicago city, home to all of magic.

[backmuscles21]

Running Away To You

Ao'nung x Reader x Neteyam

(Oh my gosh, this took me so long to write, I had to have it in my WIP for so long and I was slowly picking away at it. I finally sat down to just get this done. I did kinda rush the end and I'm not super happy with it but I also suck at slow burn.)

Summary: Request - Hii i have a idea for neteyam x reader x aonung. What if reader is from a different Clan and they meet cause of War or whatever and all three of them have a kind of secret fling going on until they do the bond and it becomes official

You had to leave your clan because of your brother's anger. You find yourself meeting Ao'nung and Neteyam. their relationship was something that once you found out, you'd join. Turns out your brother wasn't done with you.

Warnings: minor violence

You swam from your clan on the Metkayina waters; you ran from your home once war was sought out there by your own brother. He felt he should be the next olo’eyktan, but your parents thought it best that you and your mate ruled rather than your angry brother. Once you knew he was coming for you, you left. Your parents knew, but you had to leave. Mostly, part of the reason for leaving is that you need to find a mate. One that could rule by your side, one that could best your brother and his unending wrath.

You swam to the next closest clan in the eastern sea; you happened to know the olo’eyktan and tshaik well. Tonowari and Ronal allowed you to stay; they knew a lot of what your brother was like. You didn’t plan to come here and mate with Ao’nung, but once Ronal mentioned it to you, it wasn’t an awful idea.

You’ve known Ao’nung and his sister Tsireya for a long time. Although you weren’t super close, you were good friends with them. Tsireya was thrilled to have a new sister, as you would be living with the olo’eyktan. Ao’nung, however, was different. He thought you were pretty, but he couldn’t care less; he had someone.

The Sullys arrived here months ago now, Ao’nung and Neteyam didn’t get off on the right foot initially, but now they were sneaking around behind everyone’s back.

Ao’nung knew he needed to mate eventually; his parents would be furious if he never produced an heir. As of right now, all Ao’nung was concerned with was Neteyam, what he was doing and where he was going. He didn’t care about anything but this boy, he was smitten with him. Neteyam could say the same, Ao’nung was all he ever needed. The two of them outwardly to everyone else just seemed like good friends, but when the two of them were alone, they were acting like a mated pair.

It was easy to pick up on some of their body language if you were looking, but even if you caught it, most would attribute it to their close friendship. You did too, you just thought that they were best bros, until you caught them.

They just so happened to be by some trees by the shore; they sat next to each other with Neteyam’s arm around Ao’nung’s shoulders. Ao’nung relaxed his body into Neteyam’s, and they would talk about whatever came to their minds and would occasionally laugh.

You happened to be walking the shoreline when you saw them, that definitely didn’t look like best friends. Someone like Ao’nung would never do that with someone other than his mate, so why was he doing it with Neteyam? Then Neteyam kissed Ao’nung’s forehead? That left you very confused; you weren’t sure what was going on.

That’s how you were the first to know of their relationship.

You actually became good friends with the guys.

You, Ao’nung, and Neteyam went out on ilus; the boys felt safe to be themselves around you. You would smile as you saw them interact, they were so in love that it made your heart smile. Sometimes, you felt like the biggest third wheel they were so deeply in love that you could see.

You went out to explore this cave that Ao’nung and Neteyam had found and claimed as their own. They would go out there commonly to be alone and away from the world. They came here often to be alone; they didn’t have to worry about others seeing them here. You felt honoured that you even got to see this spot, it would later become a safe place for you too.

You went into the cave with the boys, you came up from under the water and saw a dark cave being lit up by bioluminescent algae. It was gorgeous; you couldn’t help the amazement on your face, Ao’nung looked at you as you smiled. Neteyam and Ao’nung looked at each other and smirked.

Ao’nung had to admit he loved Neteyam more than anything, but when you came back. He had seen you again; it had been so long, and he thought you were quite pretty. He felt bad for having these feelings towards you and not saying anything to Neteyam.

You had sat in the cave for hours talking like you normally did outside in the sand or out splashing in the waters. You were close with these boys, knowing their dark secret helped.

Ao’nung talked to Neteyam that night; he was nervous to bring up the idea of liking you. He wanted to propose to Neteyam the idea of having you join them.

Ao’nung had met Neteyam at night on the beach like they usually did. Ao’nung sat down next to Neteyam; he could tell Ao’nung wanted to tell him something.

“What is it, syulang? I can tell you’re burning to ask me something,” Neteyam said.

“I do want to tell you something. I’m just not sure how to approach it,” Ao’nung said with uncertainty on his face.

“You can say anything to me, and I’d never judge you. You know that.”

“I know, I just don’t think there would be turning back from this.”

“We can work on it together if you tell me.”

“I think, I think I like (y/n). Like I like like her.”

Neteyam’s face showed shock before he kissed Ao’nung, “she is quite pretty.”

“I wanted to propose her joining us.”

“I think I would like that.”

Ao’nung’s face lit up, he then pushed Neteyam over and started to kiss him many times.

They planned to tell you the following night; that way, they could talk further about it.

In the morning, when Ao’nung woke up, he felt this sense of joy in the air. He walked out to see his parents, and that's when his mom asked for him to meet in the tshaik tent.

“What’s this about mom?”

“Your father and I have been talking…”

“And?”

“We want you to mate with (y/n). She needs to take over her parents’ spot as tshaik and you as her olo’eyktan.”

Ao’nung’s face held shock; he couldn’t believe it. He liked you, but then there was Neteyam. He knew why you left and came here, but clearly, there was more than you let on. “Why her?”

“Because you will be a good leader, and you will be able to fight.”

“Why me? Don’t I have to be here?”

“Your sister can lead. We need you to help the people.”

“Why can’t she stay here?”

“They need a new leader, and her brother can’t be the one.”

“What about her brother?”

“Her brother is unfit to lead, and that’s all you need to know. You will mate with her. Bring her a courting gift tomorrow.”

Ao’nung wanted to fight back, but he knew his mother was at her wit's end. He knew there was no fighting her; his mother always had the last word. Ao’nung knew there was no way out of this, but he was also super pissed off now. Ao’nung went to Neteyam, Ao’nung knew Neteyam would understand and comfort him. Ao’nung found Neteyam sitting by the shore, he sat next to him and sighed before resting his head on Neteyam.

“What’s wrong.”

“Remember how we talked about potentially letting (y/n) in on our thing?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“My mother just told me I have to mate with her.”

“Neteyam moved away slightly and looked at Ao’nung in the eyes, “you serious?”

“Yeah, she kind of stopped me and said that she and my father wanted it and that it has to happen, and there’s no other way. Then there was something about her brother and that he’s unfit to lead to I would have to go back with her.”

“Ao’nung, that’s too much. What are we going to do? You can’t leave. What if she doesn’t accept us, or what if she does but doesn’t want you or doesn’t want me, or what if she-“

Ao’nung kissed Neteyam to stop his incessant worrying, “we will work it out. Don’t worry.”

“But either way, we would have to go back to her clan,” Neteyam said.

“We talk with her tomorrow, find out what’s really going on. Plus, my mother wants me to talk with her tomorrow and bring her a courting gift.”

“Are we going to ask her tomorrow to join us then?”

“I’m okay with that if you’re okay with it.”

“Let’s do it.”

The following morning, you were off to do your chores, and when you were finally more secluded by the waters, you saw Ao’nung and Neteyam coming over to you. You didn’t think much of it; you hung around the lovers often. You were sitting on the sand, fixing fishing nets and reknotting it. Ao’nung squatted down next to you, his strong thighs right next to you. Ao’nung held a necklace in his hand; you looked up from his muscular thighs and up into his eyes.

“We have a question?”

“We?” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as Ao’nung talked for both himself and Neteyam next to him.

“Yes, the both of us.”

“What is it?”

“We uh, we want you to join us,” Ao’nung presented you with the necklace.

“Wait, like join you both, as in you both courting me?”

“Yes, you’re the only one that knows about us, and my mother wants me to court you of course, she doesn’t know about him. But we were just talking about wanting you to join us when my mother told me, and I figured that was a sign.”

“I’ll join you both,” you smiled at both of them.

Ao’nung went to put the necklace on you as Neteyam sat down next to you. Ao’nung tied the necklace off, he sat down on the other side of you and watched as you played with Neteyam’s braids like normal.

“I did have one question though.”

“What is it?” You asked, looking away from Neteyam.

“My mom said some stuff about your brother; she said that I would have to go back to your clan because your brother can’t lead. Why?”

You looked down at your lap, suddenly, the ribbons on your loincloth were particularly interesting. “My brother can’t lead. He’s just not right.”

“Why not? What did he do?” Neteyam said as he took your hand into his lightly.

“He’s just angry and doesn’t want the best for the people. He only got angrier when my parents chose me to lead. He’s violent when he’s angry and I had to leave for my safety. I came here because I needed to find a mate, bring them home and banish him. I don’t even know if I want that.”

“Suylang, that’s awful,” Ao’nung said.

“I didn’t have a choice; I don’t even know if I want to go back.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Neteyam said.

“But all those people, my family. I just wish my brother wasn’t so angry.”

Ao’nung brushes some hair off your forehead, “you’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do. We will be here to protect you.”

Weeks passed, and Ao’nung’s mom was happy that he was courting you and seemed to be getting along with you quite well. Ao’nung’s mother and father were getting him ready to eventually lead and leave with you to go to your clan. Ao’nung was just happy to have you and Neteyam by his side.

But eventually, all good things must come to an end.

You were sitting on the pathway by all the maruis; you had your arm around both of their shoulders. You were just spending time with your boys; you were happy here with them.

The past few days, you couldn’t help the feeling of being watched. You figured it might just be from your boys, but it was hard to brush off. You felt like whenever you looked into the water, something was staring back, and it made you extremely anxious.

Sitting on the ledge of the bouncy pathway, looking into the water where your feet hovered above it, you felt like you could see it.

You felt Ao’nung kiss your shoulder; he knew how anxious you had been recently. He could feel your hand playing with his hair more and mindlessly, lightly scratching his skin; he could tell something was bothering you.

“Are you okay?”

“Do you see something in the water?”

“No, I don’t see anything, syulang,” Ao’nung said to you.

“I don’t see anything either,” Neteyam said as well.

“I could’ve sworn, but maybe not.”

“We're here, you have nothing to worry about,” Ao’nung kissed you.

That’s when something grabbed your ankle and pulled you down into the water; you grabbed onto Ao’nung as you were forced underwater. Ao’nung and Neteyam went into the water with you only to see you try your hardest to get away from another Na’vi. Your body flailed around in the water; bubbles were being pushed around, blocking a lot of Neteyam’s and Ao’nung’s vision.

Your boys grabbed your arms and tried to pull you away from the grasp of this Na’vi, but they were too strong. You struggled occasionally you’d get free, but you wouldn’t get far before their hands were on you again. Ao’nung got out of the water to get help clearly he and Neteyam weren’t strong enough.

Ao’nung went for his father; he didn’t know what else to do.

A few minutes later, Tonowari showed up, he and Ao’nung dove into the water and saw you still fighting. Your body was scraped up from the Na’vi’s hands on your legs, feet, hands, and arms. Tonowari tried to pull this Na’vi away from you; you were going to drown at some point soon, he knew that much. You were screaming and losing so much air, not to mention the water you were inhaling, Tonowari knew he had no other choice.

Tonowari brought his spear, if it was you or this Na’vi, it was going to be you.

Tonowari threw his spear, and it hit the Na’vi right in the chest. It was enough for you to get away enough to breathe, you went to the surface and continued to swim towards the shore. It was quite far away as the Na’vi had pulled you farther and farther away from the clan. When you got to the surface, you were coughing up water and trying so hard to breathe. Ao’nung and Neteyam were by your side right away, helping you get to the shore.

Tonowari and this Na’vi were still going at it; he wasn’t going down, and Tonowari didn’t know how to stop him without really killing him. Tonowari took his spear again and rammed it into his stomach, Tonowari didn’t want to hurt anyone, but he had no choice.

Once you were on the shore, it wasn’t long before you saw Tonowari come up with that Na’vi. Ronal was there to take a look at you, you and her looked up to see Tonowari coming to the shore with a limp Na’vi.

“What happened?” Ronal asked as she saw the blood on the Na’vi’s chest.

“We have to try and save him; it was the only way to make him stop.”

“No,” your voice sounded damaged, thanks to all the screaming and coughing you had done.

Everyone looked at you, you got up and walked over to the body Tonowari had laid out on the sand. Your hands cupped the Na’vi’s cheeks.

“You did this to yourself, Tritannus (iykyk). I didn’t want this for you. You’re the one that came after me. I wasn’t going to banish you like mother and father wanted. I loved you so much, but you became dark. You were misguided; I can’t have you hurting the ones I love.” You kissed his forehead.

“Is that your brother?” Ao’nung asked.

You nodded.

“He came after you.”

You nodded again.

A few days later, your parents came for the burial. You cried to them the entire time; you could feel it yourself, and you could feel it on your parents. Everything felt lighter and brighter; he was like a dark cloud, and he brought the storm with him wherever he went.

After the ceremony, you were sobbing, and you were hugging Neteyam with Ao’nung kissing your shoulder. You looked up and kissed Neteyam, then turned your head around to kiss Ao’nung.

“What do you say about making it official tonight,” Ao’nung suggested.

“I would like that,” you said.

[nrivanwrites]

did anyone ask for a SUPER LONG writeblr/wip intro?

my name is Ro, I'm 23 years old, and I currently work full-time as an optician while I juggle approximately a dozen projects. please please PLEASE tag me in your projects, tag games, whatever. I love to look at things :)

here's a handful of my current projects. let me know if anyone wants to be on a gen/specific tag list!

THE LAST LORINEAN

epic fantasy, draft 3.2

A marathon of a project, spawning from an absentminded idea in 2011. While the central cast has undergone some face-lifts over the years, the bones have remained somewhat unchanged. There's probably a million drafts of this out there, but we'll call my current one the third big effort to get the story written.

Found family, magical road-trip, and laying the foundations for an interconnected multi-series exploration of the universe in which it's set.

Those born on the Aronian continent do not dream, long-cursed by the Witch Queen of the previous age. The dream-weaving Lorineans, who once provided a reprieve from the curse to the Aronian people, conspired against the kingdom and earned their eradication at the hands of the now-immortal Emperor. The empire now lives in dreamless peace, a united force of human, elven, and faerie kingdoms.

In the rural south of the Empire, Lilliana Karington has been living a quiet life. Unbeknownst to her, a Lorinean has been hitching a ride on her soul for her entire life—a secret that will send her on the run. She is joined by a fugitive by the name of Sadene from the faerie kingdom of Kyrania who carries secrets of her own, secrets that could topple the Kyranian monarchy and pantheon both.

With Imperial soldiers and Sadene's twin brother on their heels, Lilli must learn to trust the Lorinean she is bound to if she is ever to find a way to return to her peaceful life. But as she learns more about the secrets her Empire hides, the harder it will be to find peace ever again.

THE DAUGHTER OF DENMARK

historical fantasy, draft 3

a.k.a. I played Hamlet seven years ago and now it's everyone's problem. A novelization/reimagining of Hamlet through the lens of gender, queerness, and what a religious conflict means when there is concrete memory of Denmark's pre-Christian heritage. However, please don't expect historical accuracy from this project. It's about vibes.

Court intrigue, love quadrangles, repressed trauma, tragedy… y'know, the Shakespeare of it all.

Hamlet has known what her life was meant to be from the very moment she was born. Named a Ragnarson to ensure her claim to the Danish throne, she has been sheparded by her kind-hearted father and traditional German mother towards the title and burden of King.

When a hunting accident brings Hamlet near death, she is sent to her mother's old university for safety, far from the politics of Denmark. The things she saw in the world between life and death haunt Hamlet between her studies and blossoming friendships.

All too soon, Hamlet is called back to Denmark, where a dark shadow has robbed her of all she once knew. Through madness and memory, she must spiral to the end of a story that was written long ago.

PROJECT: ATLANTIS

epic sci-fantasy, outlining

Inspired by a Google+ roleplay group the two of us were members of in 2014-2019, a friend and I have been building a world and narrative that stretches years of cowriting. We are slowly finding a way to adapt our work into novelizations. One day, we'll even come up with a title!

Political intrigue, vast worldbuilding, and a web of characters spanning one end of the world to the other. Featuring a conlang and neography!

After fifteen years of tenuous peace in Atlantis, the question of succession has risen again. Faolan Althaea is of age to take her family's throne, but the banished descendants of Faolan Agallai have retained their influences in the dark, and they are ready to make another bid for the throne. Althaea is thrust headfirst into the boiling conflict, and she must learn fast which faces to trust.

On the other side of a once dormant portal, Faolan Illyrius is paying the price for rescinding his claim to the coveted throne. The godless, ransacked world of Aegina—known as Earth to its inhabitants, the aeg'oroi—is hiding knowledge that could turn the tides of the Faolan and Agallai conflict, and he is the one who must get his hands dirty to find it.

The Agallai loyalists have not been dormant since orchestrating the death of Althaea's parents. They have gathered supporters of a new generation, preying on the aeg'oroi that regent Priar Arsina, ruling in Althaea's stead for the last fifteen years, is so determined to alienate. As the succession crisis comes to a head, loyalist agents vie for control over the portal connecting Atlantis to the aeg'oroi homeland.

Something dark lurks in the shadows of Entropy connecting these two worlds. The gods have fallen silent, and their people are divided. Will Atlantis stand, or will sickness devour it all?

ON THE PRECIPICE OF THE UNIVERSE

narrative sci-fi poetry, final draft

Return of the king… because I am going to be self-publishing her! I am starting a fresh round of edits and will be looking for some beta readers soon. Mostly need a vibe check on the amount/length of poems and general format. Then comes cover design (will be commissioning a college friend), page design, and figuring out how the hell I'm gonna do this!

Sentient spaceships, loneliness, and the great unknown.

When the last war broke out on Earth's surface, the spaceships launched. No one expected the fires to reach high enough to knock the entire fleet out of the sky—save one, a sole survivor drifting onwards to a new planet.

Years later, only one of the ship's passengers remains alive, going through the motions of the day without fail. The last human alive cleans the vents and weeds the hydroponic gardens. And, they write, chronicling the little life they have left to live.

OEDIPUS REGINA

tragedy, draft one

Apparently, I am allergic to writing a play about anything but the ancient Greeks. Yet another gender reimagining! This came at the request of some college friends who acted in The Kassandriad and have done some readings of my other Greek plays. Still debating if I will be swapping the masculine and feminine for the names.

Cycles of fate, inherited trauma, and the inherent eroticism of riddles.

Oedipus, princess of Corinth, is a young woman when she hears the prophecy that she kill her mother and bed her father. She flees the home she has always known and finds herself in Thebes, a city living in the shadow of a sphynx and the absence of their queen. The childless, widower king takes an interest in her; an interest that sets in motion a cacophony of disasters for the Theban throne.

EAT HER HEART OUT

drama, draft one

Guess what. It's a reimagining of a Greek myth. Who is surprised. This one is taking a look at the Homeric Hymn to Demeter—and yes, I am aware of how many Persephone retellings there are in the world. Leave me alone. What if I'm built different (I'm not).

Motherhood, dependence/independence, and unreliable narrators.

We visit three worlds: of the gods, where Demeter searches for her daughter and Persephone toils in the Underworld; of the mortals, where Demeter hides among a mortal family during her endless winter; and of the Muses, who tell the story à la true crime podcast. The lines intertwine and an old story is made new (again).

[lotusbxtch]

WIP Wednesday Someday because I've lost track of time and it is a concept anyway

Thank you my darlings @for-a-longlongtime @joelmillerisapunk @penvisions @perotovar @baronessvonglitter for the tags! Sorry I haven't participated in WIP Wednesday for a hot minute -- it's been super busy at work and I've frankly not had enough brain power to do much writing. However, I decided to participate in the @happypedrohours challenge and got "Pero Tovar + lingerie", so here is a single line because I am a tease (or so daddy @mountainsandmayhem says):

You would have never predicted that such a delicate thing would be Pero Tovar’s undoing.

Excited for y'all to see what I cook up!

npt: @strang3lov3 @sin-djarin @mermaidgirl30 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @itwasntimethatdidit40 @almostempty

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 18

Welcome to another WIP Wednesday!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1 AO3 Link

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.7k

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From the radio station, the four traveled to the television studio for their next interview. The host had listened to their radio interview and helped summarize much of the information before asking further questions.

Tim and his teammates called into question the biases of the Drs Fenton and hoped their criticisms would bring others to think twice before taking their word as gospel.

When they were finally done, it was almost nine.

Tim shot off a quick text to Bruce for his morning check-in. He noticed Conner texting someone, too. “Who’re you talking to?” he asked.

“Sam. She says Danny’s still passed out. But her parents are talking about some sort of press release the mayor is planning on putting on at City Hall at ten.”

Cassie groaned. “Ugh, more reporters. Please say we don’t have to go.”

“We should,” said Tim. “But we can go in civvies.”

“Can we at least get breakfast first?” asked Bart. “It’s been hours since we woke up!”

“Yeah,” agreed Cassie. “I’m starving. Let’s get some food. I think I saw a diner when we flew to our second interview.”

Before Tim could consider protesting, Conner had him secure in his arms and TTK and they were in the air.

“Lead the way, Wonder Girl.”

Tim scowled to hide his smile. “Oh sure, don’t listen to your leader. Just do whatever.”

“You’d let us starve?” wailed Connor. “Then we’ll stage a mutiny!”

Cassie laughed. “Yeah, see how long you remain in charge of a hangry speedster, half-kryptonian, and demigoddess.”

Tim grinned. “Oh, but you forget I know you all very well. I can win you back to my side. Starting with Kon.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” demanded Conner.

“Easy. I’ll just bribe you with Alfred’s cookies and a great movie. If I add in a dash of ‘I need your help’ and my puppy dog eyes and you’ll be eating out of the palm of my hand.”

“That’s another square on my bingo card!” called back Cassie. “And look, we’re here!” She pointed down to a quintessential American diner with green glass windows.

The group met Bart a block away in an alley where they shed their gear.

“I’ll tell Sam what we’re up to.” Conner pulled out his phone to send the message.

“Quit wasting time! We’re on a deadline,” moaned Bart as he positioned himself behind Conner and tried to push him towards the street and breakfast.

Conner laughed and refused to budge, so Tim figured a demonstration of his power was in order.

He got in front of Conner and pouted at him. “I know I was joking about not allowing breakfast, but I’m the one who didn’t eat before the interviews. An omelet is calling my name.”

Conner groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Fuck you, Rob.” But he stalked forward out of the alley.

Tim and Bart exchanged grins.

“Seriously, Tim,” said Cassie. “This trip has been great for my bingo card.”

Tim stuck his tongue out at her and jogged to catch up with Conner.

Breakfast was simple but tasty and they devoured far too much food. Their waitress was clearly impressed with her first exposure to a speedsters appetite. Add in a super and a demigoddess and it was obscene.

All too soon, however, it was time to go to the mayor’s press conference. As they made their way there, they joined a growing crowd. Clearly many people were interested in whatever the mayor had planned.

In the crowd, he could hear comments about their interviews. It seems both had been posted online and already had thousands of views. Some people seemed to be sympathetic to them, but others were mistrustful of the “outsiders.”

“If they’re such good friends, why did it take so long for them to come here?” asked one man of his friend.

“I’ve a cousin in Central City. She says trouble always follows a superhero,” said another.

Tim exchanged a look with Conner. He’d be able to hear more conversations and could share his perceptions later.

Before long, they were entering City Hall. Already the seats were full, so they were forced to stand in the back. Jack and Maddie were sitting near the front. Jeremy and Pamela Manson sat on the opposite side of the room as them, but also were near the front of the room.

Tim exchanged looks with his teammates to make sure they saw both couples. Conner was glaring at Maddie and Jack.

“They’re complaining about our interviews,” said Conner. “Throwing around guesses that we are either possessed or have already been brainwashed by the ghosts.”

“At least we know they aren’t observant. Maybe they won’t notice us.”

Mayor Montez stepped up to the podium and everyone fell silent. “People of Amity Park, we have been faced with a threat the likes of which we’ve never before seen! And based on the events of this morning, it doesn’t seem like we’ll be able to rely on outside help to get us out of it.”

A stone sunk in Tim’s stomach and he exchanged looks with his friends.

“We only have one piece of business today: Defeating the ghosts that infest our town. And to do that, I'm calling for a vote to cede all ghost policing and security decisions”—he held up a photo of Maddie—“to Maddie Fenton.” As Tim watched, however, the mayor’s eyes glowed red and he winced. “I mean Jack,” he corrected, holding up a new picture of Jack Fenton. “The completely competent Jack Fenton.”

“He’s overshadowed,” breathed Conner.

Tim nodded and was already sending a message to Sam, Tucker, and Danny. “And who knows who else.”

Before they could say anything else, the mayor continued, “And we’ve located the ghost responsible for all the terror inflicted on our town.” He held up a picture of Phantom. “Whatever some outsiders may have tried to lie to you about this very morning.”

A gasp rang out among the crowd. Tim glanced at his friends. Conner was glaring at the mayor fiercely and Tim attempted to step in front of him, as pointless as their relative sizes made the action.

The mayor smiled viciously as a panicked crescendo rose from the crowd. Tim’s phone vibrated in his hand and he saw a response from Sam.

Sam: We saw Sam: Danny is on his way Sam: And we’re following as fast we can

Under his breath, Tim muttered, “Conner, you and Bart should go suit up. Cassie and I will stay and keep an eye on what’s going on. Stay close, but try not to be seen unless an attack happens.” Subtly, grateful for their places against the wall, he passed over the thermos he’d taken with him that morning.

Tim heard Conner’s sigh of relief as the two slipped away. He hated pretending to be a civilian in a crisis. Even more than the rest of them.

Cassie whispered, “I almost hate you for keeping me here.”

Tim just bumped their shoulders together.

The mayor, or rather the ghost inhabiting him, raised his arm and silence slowly fell. “We cannot call for outside help. Those who call themselves the Young Justice today proved that the so-called heroes of this world will defend our enemy over us. That they will spread lies to keep us subject to the whims of these ghosts.” The last word was spat. “So we must solve the problem ourselves. Jack Fenton, if the people of this town agree, you and those you train will be our defense force, will you do this?”

Jack near jumped three feet in the air in his excitement. “I’ve been training for this my entire life, Mayor Montez! I’ll be honored.”

“I believe we must institute martial law! The 9 PM curfew will remain in place. No one will be allowed on the streets alone. No loitering. The park will be closed until further notice. Same with the public pool and library and a number of other locations. Drs Fenton, will you be able to set up buildings protected by ghost shields where people can gather for safety?”

Whispering broke out among the public. Maddie stood tall next to her husband, though being continually overlooked in favor of him was clearly grating on her. “We can. Fenton Works is already protected and within two days we can have another shield up and ready. Within the week, we could have five.”

The whispered were almost loud enough to drown her out by the time she finished speaking

“Order! Order!” called Mayor Montez. “All in favor of declaring martial law, and allowing the completely competent Jack Fenton to mobilize a massive ghost hunt, please say—”

But cutting off the mayor, Danny, in his Phantom form, suddenly appeared in the air in the middle of the hall. “I might be too young to vote, but I’m casting one anyway.”

Around them, everyone gasped and people began backing away even as Danny shifted to look at them. Tim and Cassie both tensed and prepared to run.

“You people have to listen to me,” urged Danny. “I’m on your side.”

Mayor Montez took a step back as members of his security moved to stand in front of him. Jack and Maddie jumped up and glared at him.

“You’re not fooling anybody, ghost kid!” declared Jack. “You are going down!” He reached back and pulled out the Fenton fishing rod, the line was horribly tangled and Jack began messing with it. “As soon as I finish untangling this thing.”

Cassie let out a disbelieving huff.

Tim shook his head. “Apparently,” he replied to her unasked question. He pulled out his phone and shot a message to Bart and Conner.

Rob: get back here now Rob: All 4 of us are needed

Before he even finished typing his last message, Bart was at his side. Just in time to see Danny mutter something and shoot an ectoblast at his parents who were thrown back with the force of it, destroying the podium and leaving a burn mark on the ground.

“Shit,” muttered Tim. “Cassie, let’s go. Impulse, try to help where you can.”

“You’ve got it.”

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Next

And so the best of intentions go awry!

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Supernova Initiative - WIP Intro/WIP Someday Tag

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WIP INTRO - Supernova Initiative

Title: Supernova Initiative

Genre: Science Fiction/Space Opera/Adventure & Mystery/Whump

Tags: #wip supernova initiative #supernova initiative

Synopsis/What Is It About?

Jack Tithus, a young and charming intergalactic thief, along with his crew - Vesper Foxx, a feared cyborg assassin; Cassiopeia Tithus, his younger sister who is also a genius engineer; Aleks Keldora, a master in the art of temporary identity theft; and Artemis Zreeth, their edgy new recruit - are the most wanted criminals in this quadrant of the galaxy. Never once caught, the team defies their galaxy's oppressive government by using their combined talents to steal from the government as their own act of rebellion.

However, their luck takes an unexpected turn for the worst when they find themselves set up and arrested after a botched heist. Taken to the most secure facility in the whole Junction, the group expects nothing but problems in the coming future - instead, they are offered a strange deal: if they agree to work for the Junction and retrieve some highly classified files that were lost in a hostile planetary system, they will be spared from execution. With few other options, the group begrudgingly accepts to carry out this heist for the government they spent their lives trying to undermine.

Meanwhile, Jack finds himself trapped in a horrifying web of unethical experiments and illegal bioengineering when, while still having to carry out the heist along with his crew, he is secretly forced to become a test subject to the fearsome Director, head of the Junction's division of sciences, unbeknownst to his crew.

The team will need to count on the help of old allies-turned-rivals such as the cold-blooded mercenary and sniper Deimos Soll, their former crewmate, and the secret agent assigned to oversee their mission, an uptight and by-the-book young man called Noctus - if they wish to complete the most dangerous heist of their lives, and get their freedoms back.

Tropes and Nice Stuff! (Or, a.k.a. What you can expect in this book!)

Found Family/Team as Family!

Space adventure, exploration of unique, uncanny, beautiful, and outlandish alien planets, all the good science fiction stuff!

Robots, cyborgs, and sarcastically friendly AI!

A terrifyingly strict aspiring utopian regime that promises progress and freedom but is actually an unethical dystopia in disguise, with many bloodied skeletons in the closet, if you will.

Intergalactic politics, multiple alien cultures, and a bubbling interplanetary conflict about to explode between vastly different civilizations, each seeking either revenge or power.

Sibling bonds! A lot of this story centers around the siblings Jack and Cassiopeia Tithus, and the struggles they go through to keep each other safe and live another day, among some other notable siblings throughout the book.

Laboratory whump - A LOT OF IT. Also expect a crazy, unethical scientist/politician as a villain who is willing to do absolutely horrid things in the name of progress, even if it means human experimentation.

A suspicious, morally grey antihero with a reputation for being a cold-blooded killer, whom you'd expect is going to betray the group sooner or later, but is actually one of their most loyal allies and HAS A REDEMPTION ARC aaaaaa

Heists! Heists! Heists! And all the good stuff that comes along with this trope!

An edgy rogue-type character who is super impulsive and does not always make the best decisions, who only recently joined the group but would defend them with his life.

Traumatized - and hot - cyborg assassin lady on the path to have revenge on the people who destroyed her life in the past, and who is going to get said revenge in ✨style✨

A conformist secret agent who has always been "the perfect soldier" and follows rules like his life depends on it has an existential crisis and learns that his government has lied to him

A subplot that follows a young cadet from the Junction's Void Program, who discovers a dark secret about their government and starts investigating, but who needs to escape (and ends up meeting the MCs) after the government makes an attempt on his life + his war hero (adoptive) older brother who is a fighter pilot and really just needs a break and was tasked by their parents with trying to keep Pax from getting into even more trouble, but fails successfully.

Outcasts and society's "rejects" decide to make a better future together and it is great

Angst, team dynamics, and a lot of action-packed fight scenes!

And more! ✨

Meet The Main Cast! (The good guys)

Jack Tithus

A charming and rebellious intergalactic thief, Jack always sought a better life for himself and his younger sister, Cassiopeia, his only family - and he finally got his chance many years ago by joining a famous space pirate crew and leaving the dusty mining settlement moon he grew up in behind. After that, he took on a solo career - along with his sister and a few friends they had made along the way - and became the most wanted thief in the galaxy. He only steals from the government and seeks to help people who are oppressed or neglected by the system. He has a kind heart and a free spirit, and despite being a thief has a stronger moral compass than most, believing in breaking the rules to do what is truly right.

Cassiopeia Tithus

Cassiopeia - or Cassie, as she is usually called - is a brilliant robot engineer and inventor, able to build even the most complex machines from little more than scraps. She built her first robot when she was a child and has had a passion for mechanics ever since. A part of her older brother's outlaw team, Cassie uses her tech to aid in the heists and allow them to be mostly undetected. Most times. A lively young girl with a fiery personality, Cassiopeia has a lot of passion for what she does and is the glue that keeps their little team of misfits together.

Aleks Keldora

Raised by his two mothers on a struggling planet on the edge of the system, Aleks always wanted to help his family financially and give his mothers the life they deserved. However, struggling with self-esteem issues and often feeling discarded by society, Aleks knew what it meant to be invisible in the eyes of the world around him - with his family being the only ones who ever saw him for who he was. Tired of feeling left out by the world, and wanting to help his mothers - whose business was about to go bankrupt - Aleks decided to take a stand after winning a high-tech device in an underworld completion, a mask that allowed him to shapeshift into anyone he'd like. With the help of this mask and his other talents, Aleks completed his first heist in secret and was able to use the funds to help keep his family's business afloat, though they never knew the truth about how he got the money. After that, finally able to use his feeling of being invisible to his advantage, Aleks became more and more bold, eventually leaving his home planet in search of better heists to be able to continue to support his family.

Vesper Foxx

Traumatized by the day her home planet was raided by a ruthless group of mercenaries - who were hired by the neighboring galaxy's government to establish a Junction colony in Khosmonian territory - Vesper was kidnapped by the soldiers along with her oldest brother, Atheris, after their mother was killed in the raids. After witnessing him be tortured and killed, which scarred for life, Vesper was able to flee in an escape pod, being reunited with her little sister, Lysia, and their cousin, Deya, with whom she left their destroyed homeland behind. Despite settling down in another planetary system with the family she had left, the girl was never able to let go of the past, yearning for justice and revenge. Eventually, she left behind her sister and her cousin to pursue the deaths of the mercenaries who destroyed her life, using cyborg implants and upgrades to turn herself into the deadliest assassin in either galaxy.

Artemis Zreeth

The son of a renowned bounty hunter, Artemis never thought he would ever join their galaxy's criminal underworld, but after his father was betrayed by the crew he trusted the most, Artemis was left to fend for himself. Feeling betrayed by the system he trusted and lacking a purpose in life, Artemis survived by doing some gigs as a mercenary and pirate, a gun for hire in the criminal underworld. After winning a race and accidentally meeting the main cast, Artemis joins the group thinking this would just be another job to pay the bills, but as they spend more and more time together, the teenager finds that this group of outcasts might be the closest thing he's had to a family in a long while.

Pax Stellaryn

A genius young cadet, on his way to becoming the youngest cadet to ever graduate from the Junction's Void Program, Pax always wanted to make his beloved adoptive family proud, feeling oftentimes like a fish out of the water. After discovering a terrifying government intrigue by accident, Pax finds a chance to prove that he too can be a hero, and sets off to investigate more about this and seek a way to prevent the Junction's wretched plan from coming to fruition, after realizing his life too is in danger. However, he may have overestimated his ability to get out of this mess alone.

Deimos Soll

A cold-blooded and practical sniper, Deimos was Jack and Cassie's childhood best friend and their first crewmate. The trio split ways years ago due to conflicting beliefs and a few bad misunderstandings and ended up becoming rivals and competition when it comes to stealing from the Junction. Years later, however, after a harrowing encounter with a cruel and sadistic woman who sought to enslave him in order to force him to join her army, Deimos ends up fleeing to the only people he ever trusted - which unfortunately means having to confront his past and face Jack and Cassie again, who is very confused about his return to the crew - while being hunted down by the insane general he seeks to escape from.

Noctus

Though his full name is classified and unknown to the cast, his reputation precedes him. He is the single most successful special forces secret agent currently in the employ of the Junction - he has never failed a mission, never missed a target. And he always follows orders, always obeys the rules. However, is everything about him what it seems? A forgotten and suppressed part of his memory may prove that the system he fought so dearly to uphold may have actually made him into their perfect living weapon, and there may be many other lies yet to be uncovered

Ethean Mirannir

Pax's adoptive older brother, Ethean is a fighter pilot who has made a name for himself as a war hero and has always been the perfect soldier. Unexpectedly, he finds himself having to choose between his duty to the government and keeping his family safe when Pax discovers a secret that even he had no idea existed.

A few Plot Points, chaotically described🙃 (A.k.a - Badly Summarized WIP Tag but different)

Celebrating a successful heist on a space diner with the homies

I don't know why but I have a feeling this is going suspiciously well for our standards... Are we being set up? Hmm. Nah, I must be thinking too much into it-

Yep. Yes, we were being set up.

🎶Hell to the no, to the no, no, no🎶 WHAT IN THE DYSTOPIAN BULLCRAP EVEN IS THIS PLACE?

"Making shady deals with psycho government officers and bargaining for our freedom - with a bonus of Trauma✨"

THIS JUST-IN: 20-something agent totally done with everything must babysit this group of reckless space pirates that refuse to obey the rules

Cue the most uncomfy space travel in the whole galaxy~

"Hey guys, so yeah, this wasn't my plan either -" Promptly passes out, and everyone has more questions than answers.

Preparing to steal important files lost✨IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE✨ with a plan with came up with at 2AM with three bottles of energy drinks and a dash of improv

Operation "Let's Try Not To Die In Less than 20 Mins" begins and goes about as well as you'd expect

Losing communications with any backup we might have had and having a bit of group therapy because why not~

Things get Oh, so much worse, Special Edition - a.k.a - a not-so-nice crash landing on the worst possible planet ever

Let's improvise again Pt.2

Questionable problem-solving and emergency hot chocolate bottles

Cyborg Girl and Sniper Dude absolutely do not get along for a whole week and make it everyone else's problem

This is nice! Finally, something goes according to plan in this mess. I'm honestly surprised we got this far. Bravo to us!

(POV Shift) "Hi, yes, you're probably wondering how I even got into this mess. Let's start from the beginning."

This isn't a regular doctor's appointment, is it? What is that needle?! What are you doing -

Political drama, espionage, and manipulative teachers

And The Whump Begins

Well, well, well if it isn't the Consequences of my actions striking back at last. I probably should've mentioned this teeny tiny major problem sooner though. Yeah, my bad...

This is either the single most adorable little alien or the most concerningly ugly thing I've ever seen and now I'm confused

Cue existential crisis - "So no one was gonna tell me my whole life was a lie? Cool. Cool. Just checking... WTF"

HEIST! BADASSERY! BAD LIFE CHOICES!

Two tired older brothers try to keep their respective gremlin younger siblings from encouraging chaos and fail miserably

Insane Femme Fatale makes everyone hate her in less than 2 seconds and is so proud of it

Midnight Talks and Crispy Snacks

Things just got serious, Oh No.

How To Keep Two Rival Civilizations from Destroying Each Other 101 - We're still trying to figure it out

Hm. This plan wasn't half bad. Except it was. It was oh, so bad, OMG

To be Continued...

Playlist

Antigravity - Runaground

Superhero - Simon Curtis

Die For You - Valorant

Notorious - NEONI

Fighter - The Score

Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you to everyone who tagged me for Sunday and Tuesday, I've been really struggling with writing lately and it's been extremely disheartening but this morning I had A Singular Bean for Frostpunk AU and milked it for all it's worth! This snippet comes immediately after the Buck and Eddie POVs of being found in the cold. Please enjoy!

He suddenly feels responsible for their wellbeing, and maybe that’s why he refuses to leave the kid’s – Christopher’s – side until the rest of the team arrives, Eli carrying the heavy med kit on his back. “I’ll get the man, Eli check the kid,” Bobby instructs, sinking to his knees beside Buck. “What’s the story with them, Buck?” “I got here just a couple minutes before the guy passed out. Didn’t say his name but his kid is called Christopher. He looked super weak, a-and they’re both freezing.” Bobby and Eli share a look over Buck’s shoulder and Eli gets to work on Christopher, checking his vital signs and most importantly, his temperature. Bobby repeats the same process on the father, while Tommy and Sal rifle through the backpack on the sled, checking for any useful information on where they’d come from. “Found the guy’s papers, Cap,” says Sal, walking towards Bobby with a flimsy leaflet in his hand. “Say’s the guy’s called Edmundo Diaz, from Sector 126. He’s ex-military but his most recent job was in a sawmill, he might be useful.” “We don’t save people based on use, Sal,” Bobby responds, his eyes not leaving Edmundo as he speaks. “He’s damn cold, temp sitting around 90 and his heart rate and respiratory rate are a little more elevated than I’d like. Eli, how’s the kid?” “Looking fairly rough, Bobby, we’re going to have to hustle to get them back in time. His temp is at 91 so he’ll be looking at pretty severe hypothermia if we don’t warm him up soon.” Bobby sucks air through his teeth, clearly thinking hard. “We’re a good 16 hours out from the city, 17 or 18 with these two and their gear. Think they’ve got it in them to make it that long?” Eli makes a face. “I really don’t know, Cap. The kid, maybe, but the guy’s temp is a little too low for my liking. Maybe if we warmed them up a little, they’d have a better chance. Did Maddie say anything about being able get the snowmobile team out here?” Buck perks up at the mention of the snowmobiles. The team was sent out a day before Buck’s team was, off on a search for supplies a few hundred miles away but were always on call in case a rescue was needed. Getting them to help would cut their travel time almost in half, giving Christopher and Edmundo the precious hours needed to save their lives. “I- I could ride one back with the kid, if they didn’t want to spare a man, Bobby?” he asks hopefully. Sal snorts from his position by the sled. Buck’s love for the snowmobiles is no secret and Bobby’s spent many a mission patiently explaining why it wouldn’t be safe or necessary and otherwise spoiling Buck’s fun. However, this situation calls for haste and Buck is nothing if not an – ah – efficient driver. Bobby looks thoughtful, before standing up and brushing the snow off his pants. “I’ll give dispatch a call and see if she can reroute them to us,” he says, continuing quickly as he watches Buck light up, “but I will be driving. You need to look after the kid, okay?” Buck deflates a little, but something in him stirs as he turns to look at the little figure in the snow next to him. He’s so young, probably no older than 7, and Buck’s heart breaks for him. He’s too young to be experiencing the hardships of the Winter, too innocent to have to watch his father weaken as they journey to a safer home. It’s like a small fire has been kindled in the pit of Buck’s belly as he shuffles closer to the boy and snakes an arm under his neck and the other under his legs, pulling his tiny frame up so he’s in Buck’s lap. Buck is going to protect this boy with his life.

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UNI REVERSE I LOVE U

Fic authors self rec! When you receive this, reply with up to five favorite fics you've written (include links, and if you want- a few thoughts about each one), then pass on to at least five other writers if you're up for it. Spread the self-love ✨

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAndie! I can't believe you've done this. Well, I did one version of this where I talked about my pretty much all my fics - however, this will go a little more detailed with other things I've done :)

Captain Kid's Fiery Passion - !Yandere Kid. I really enjoyed exploring a darker, crueler Kid that would take reader with no hesitation. I know I only scratched the surface of 'dark fic' with this one, but part of me is entirely too hung up on Kid being an actual cinnamon roll to his beloved that I can't really imagine him being mean mean. That doesn't mean the inspiration isn't there. I have plenty of questionable scenarios I'd like to write out, and my only fear is accidentally triggering myself XD

Spoiling Killer - this is my guilty pleasure. Subjecting my comfort characters to simple pleasures. I can't help writing rottingly fluffy stuff. It's my nature. And I'll do it again too. I won't stop until every crew member is given the pampering they deserve.

Meet the Kid Pirates series - Heat the HR Director and emotional support human! - We know SO LITTLE about this crew and their roles so I decided to make up roles and titles. IF we ever get canonized information, I will update these. However, this was meant to just be fun head canonning :) I was going to do every crew member but after...THAT...chapter, I was too depressed to continue. Still kinda am. BUT FRET NOT - I DO INTEND TO FINISH THIS! and also do the Straw Hats section. In time in time.

Ok, I know I said I was gonna limit this to the drabbles, BUT I JUST REMEMBERED, I also have a WIP book that's part of the What's the Magic Word? universe. Rowena's Future Vision! This is gonna be composed of just drabbles, thoughts, and ramblings of things I wanna see for my ship. Nothing is canonized until its written in the official book(s). This is my sacred space for adding more to Rowena's lore, her relationships with Kid and the world around them. It can kiiiinda be spoilery if you're not caught up to the main fic. Inspired by @abysscronica 's standalone fic "Emperors (dad!Kid x mom!Reader)" which is SOFCKING GOOD but also gave me the courage to write beyond my main fic and explore other themes and tropes that would not otherwise fit in WTMW? NGL I'm inspired to do a Stampede book too cause my mind literally cannot shutthefuckup about Kid and Rowena and making Kid stressed about showing off that he's a better Captain than Luffy, but I have too much on my plate already. I hope that's not stepping on your toes Abyss!!!!!

Ending on a collaborative note, it was a DELIGHT AND HONOR to host this collection of stories for Halloween 2023 with some of my dear moots. SUPER SECRET HALLOWEEN PROJECT was so much fun from conception to execution. I had so much fun envisioning the theme, and hearing from my friends how much they enjoyed being able to do something low-pressure and just for funsies. Plus being able to include fandom by voting on the best costume was really cool - and I'll take any excuse to commission @yamiyamiart ;) Shoutout to my crew: @quinloki @zoros-sheath @sanjis-all-blue @writing-yarn-goblin @icy-spicy @mewiyev @bulle-d-bulliver @leakyweep

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About me

I go by Amara or Ghost. She/He/They.

Most of my stories include queer characters because, well, I am.

I'm an old person with a big kid job who's working towards getting a grown-up job (aka I work full time and go to college. Someone help me!)

I'm central timezone, but work overnights, so that's when I'll be most active. It's strange, I know.

While I'm not new to Tumblr, I am new to the writing and reading communities here.

I got into writing like most people I know my age, through roleplaying stories with friends back in the golden days of Gaia Online (my age is showing , huh?)

I am. Super dyslexic. Feel free to kindly point out any spelling or grammatical errors I make. I try my best, but nothing is ever perfect.

I love meeting, and talking to, new friends! Community is very important to me whether it's my local queer community, or my many online communities. Let's get to know each other! My inbox is always open 💙

My WIPs

The Whimsical World of Tobias James Barton.

His name was Tobias James Barton, born the 31st day of October in the year of 1830. All Hallows Eve as it was. He was turning 13 this year, though he couldn't for the life of him recall a single thing from before he was 12 years of age .

A boy with terrifying strength and a mysterious past meets a man with a book and a secret. Together, they solve mysteries, fight magical beasts, and cause general chaos wherever they go.

The Prize Fighter of Iskana (link to Wattpad)

Ferris is an untouchable. Bred for war and a life of violence. A beast who was only good for their strength and obedience. It was all they knew. When they are whisked away to the desert country of Iskana as punishment for stepping out of line, they are sure it would be the end for them. The universe, however, had much different plans. It's in the palace of Iskana where they meet the rather strange demon prince that turns all that they knew about life, and love, upside down.

Pandora

War is coming to them, but the people living peacefully on the planet of Pandora can't feel it. Skye Wilder is on the cusp of adulthood. He'll be graduating high-school soon, moving into an apartment with his cousin, Karul-An, and his off and on boyfriend, Justin, while joining the engineering program at the community college just two star systems over.

Or at least he thinks he will.

Things take a turn when his estranged older brother, Vincente, shows up with some plans of his own.

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

Fic Writer End of Year Round-up!!

(belated but whatever) Answer and then tag 3 or more creators to keep the game going!!

I was tagged by @skyfallscotland and @littedidyouknow 🥰🥰🥰

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

365,883!

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

16!

3. How many in-progress or currently ongoing fics did you start this year?

Only one WIP for me as of right now, my baby In The Heat Of It All. This is a good time to announce that there won’t be any updates during January in all likelihood.

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

Show Me Yours. It feels the most mine of all my fics, and I absolutely wrote it for me.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

I’m not super experimental overall, since I generally know what POV/tense I like, and I don’t stray from that, but I feel like the International Incident series was pretty experimental in that it was actually erotica, and I’d never done that before!

6. Did any of your fics surprise you, either while writing or with their reception?

To Hate And To Hold had an insane reception that I was not expecting at all. I think a general rule is that the fics *I* like the most are not the fics that everyone else seems to like the most, but it was crazy to see in real time, especially with a one shot.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

In The Heat Of It All has been consistently flying under the radar for whatever reason, which makes me so sad because it’s absolutely my best work. Foreign Affairs also definitely flew under the radar, but maybe this is an anti masturbation fandom, IDK.

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

I love @essjaywrites drawing of Rhi and Vi’s fridge here! I haven’t quite gotten around to reading this fic yet, but I love the representation of their friendship, and I think about it loads!!

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

All my brainstorming over the last few months has involved the lovely miss @maethologies, and she inspires me so much. Genuinely, y’all would not have gryphon rider x without her, or the end of OTRA, or the latter half of kinktober.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

Literally all of you with when I joined the fandom, LOL, but special shout out to @justallihere. I’m so grateful for Storm In The Quiet and all the other wonderful writing she’s given us. SITQ was a really bright light last spring when I needed it ❤️

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

Technically, no. However! @maethologies and I have been. pounding ideas back and forth for an AU we are co-writing via DM, and we both have written pieces of the full fic!! That counts, I think. I think I’ll keep how it started top secret for now, though…

12. What accomplishments are you most proud of?

I was re-reading my journal yesterday, from around the time I wrote Of Mothers and Storms, and I said there how happy I was to be writing something more stress free after dealing with some of my original stuff. I’m so proud that I found that happiness again, and I’ve been really working on figuring out how to make that feeling more sustainable.

13. What did you learn about writing and creating this year?

Writing and posting are SEPARATE activities!

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

Get words on the page!! My most practical advice is that when whatever I’m writing scares me, I shut my eyes. Do it scared. Also, sprints! Also, finding friends who you can send snippets to!!

15. What are you creative goals for 2025?

Top secret! 🤫

I’m not tagging anyone because I am so very late, but if anyone still wants to jump in, do it!! and tag me!! It was so lovely seeing everyone’s contributions. Happy new year!!

[backjustforberena]

For the WIP Ask Game, pls. (sorry, I had a lot!):

-Persuasion — as in Austen’s Persuasion? 🥹

-What Goes Too Long Unchanged Destroys Itself — is it again Ursula K. Le Guin-inspired?😀

-Married in Vegas AU — I’m just really a sucker for modern AU of Corlys x Rhaenys ✌🏻

Thank you in advance!

Hello!! No apologies necessery, I love to ramble, so let's get into it! I'll give you a brief summary and context for each fic and then also give you a small snippet because, you know, what's the harm?

Persuasion is absolutely as in Jane Austen's Persuasion. It's an idea for a Corlys and Rhaenys take on it. The basic premise is this: Six years ago, Corlys and Rhaenys met at court. They fell in love, and had a secret but solemn engagement to one another. However, Rhaenys was persuaded by someone (idk yet either Alysanne or Jocelyn) that she couldn't marry Corlys, because, despite his Valyrian stock, he was unsuitable for her and the Velaryons were a small and poor house. To safeguard her own claim and become Queen, she needed to prioritise a good alliance. So, Rhaenys breaks it off.

CUT TO: Six years have now passed and Aemon has just died. Rhaenys is passed over for her Uncle Baelon. And so she's just bereft: she's not married either. It's at this point that The Sea Snake returns from voyages that have made his house rich, to take up a role as Master of Ships. And The Sea Snake is, obviously, Corlys. He is everything that he wanted to be when he was younger, and everything suitable in a husband. But he has the lowest opinion of Rhaenys imaginable and she's never been so undesired by those around her. Can they find their way to one another again, through their pride and hurt? (spoiler alert - yes).

This is an extract from a little way into it:

“It was never your custom to wear black.”  He means it as something kind; curious, inviting. It comes out as anything but. The words are rough and damning, for he remembers a whirling girl in scarlet far too fondly. She regards him, stiffly, her face going from human emotion to a courtly mask in a second. He loathes it. He loathes what she has become. “Black is the colour of my house, Lord Corlys. I am still a Targaryen Princess.”  And still in mourning. 

What Goes Too Long Unchanged Destroys Itself is, as you spotted, a title that comes from Ursula Le Guin, and that's because it's a companion piece to "Dies And Dies And So Lives", which is already posted. It's an AU where Rhaenys was never freed from King's Landing and never escaped on Meleys.

This one, though, is not with Rhaenys, but with Corlys. He sailed straight to Driftmark, to find the place empty. No wife, no granddaughter, no dragons. He gets his info from a Velaryon boat that crops up with his brother's dead body and knows nothing of Viserys passing, or of Rhaenys's whereabouts. BUT... then comes Otto with "terms" sent by the King. And Corlys has to navigate the political waters.

A driftwood cane leans against the Driftwood Throne but it was impossible to tell the occupant required it. Whilst linen bandages still grace Corlys’s throat, the rest of him was dressed in uncut finery. He fills the seat of his House with shallow breaths and broad shoulders. His locs had been tamed, his hands adorned with rings. The footstool that aided his wife sits resolutely by his ankle, unmoved. As Otto Hightower rounds the circular steps and steps into his sight, the Lord of the Tides sits straighter, ignoring every protest his body made. He looks like the man that every lord, rich merchant and king had regarded with awe and he is determined to remain so. Corlys does not trust this playing field. Too much has changed in his absence and he has questions that need answering.

Married In Vegas AU is exactly what it sounds on the tin. I think about 10 minutes work went into it. It's super short. Corlys is a work buddy of Viserys and Viserys is Rhaenys's cousin. It's all celebrations before he marries Aemma.

He takes her left hand in both of his, guides it gently, down from her brow to hold it between them in silence. She just looks at him, feels something, her body instinctively moving to mirror him, taking a step closer. But Corlys doesn't meet her eyes. He's staring at her hand so intently that she has to see what has enraptured him. She looks. Her stomach drops.  “We didn't…” Rhaenys trails off as all thought escapes. There is a ring on her left ring finger. She sees Corlys's hand, holding hers. There is a ring on his left ring finger. “Did we?”

[queenofbaws]

hey hey hey, it's another wip wed-nes-day...and another week where i come to y'all empty-handed. if you're interested in a more specific update, i'm throwing it beneath the cut for some death talk, but if not, eh, just know the goings are a little slow here while i handle some stuff <3

either way, i know this time of year gets pretty crazy and stressful, so i really, truly, genuinely hope that all y'all are hanging in there, doing the best you can, and finding little moments of happiness wherever you can <3 mwah mwah mwah i'm rooting for you, whatever life's throwing your way - whether you like it or not ;P

well hot damn, hello there people who clicked to check below the cut!!! this one's gonna be a little depressing, sorry!

my pinned wip post is still very, very accurate - the posted projects i'm slowly but surely chipping away at are before the dawn, a bad moon rising & like wringing blood from a stone. HOWEVER!!! right now my attention is going towards putting the finishing touches on my gift for the until dawn secret santa, so while i WAS super stoked about regularly posting bad moon, that's where my brain power's going for the time being <3

i'm hoping to still put out a prompt fill or two when the weekends come around, but my grandfather is very likely in the last few days of his life, and while this isn't a surprise or a sudden development, there's been a lot of........logistical confusion and emotional upheaval in my family surrounding it, meaning i've been a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle more tired than usual by the time the day is through.

anyone who's been following me for a minute will know this has been a really, really, really prolonged situation with my family, so i've had a lot of time to find peace with it, but obviously some days have just been harder than others, and as much as writing is my joy and my escape, my brain's just been fizzling lately, so i wanted to set expectations going forward - not just for you guys, but for myself <3 i'm thinking once the holidays are over and i've wrapped bad moon, i'll likely be taking a bit of a break just to rest my brain and recharge my batteries, so if i seem a little flakier than usual in the coming weeks, now you know why 😘

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Hello, for the TSP ask game may I ask you:

Sector 3 - what kind of art is unique to your world?

Thank you :)

Heya! Thanks for the ask! (From this ask game based on my WIP The Secret Portal!)

Sector 3 - what kind of art is unique to your world?

Any art that can be created easily with powers would be completely unique. Ultimates (those with super strength) would be able to make art with large stones and dense metals fairly easily. Those with superspeed could easily make highly detailed compositions that would normally take years, or even go fast enough to make an art piece that would take multiple people.

Hydrokinetics who can manipulate ice could make highly detailed ice sculptures that never melt or don't even need cool temperature to stay like that. There are some Alii with powers that involve solidification of liquids or gases in ways that don't involve changing temperatures - but those are very rare. However, there was a pyrokinetic who solidified their fire for art.

Thanks for the ask!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

[theragethatisdesire]

official excerpt of rage's top secret wip quick bright things - coming to a tumblr dash near you soon &lt;3

i am super nervous to post this for some reason (?!?!) however. please enjoy this blurb of a story i really like that i've been building for a bit. i'm currently sitting around 5.5K and i'm not even halfway there, but we persevere! lil moodboard i posted as well linked here. :) enjoy i missed u guys, i hope u love this small glimpse<3

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What you can be sure of is that something down the line—between meeting Sasha in that class on Milton and squeezing her hand as the plane landed and the dozens of bottles of champagne you’ve consumed over the last weeks—something led you to this moment, standing in this kitchen somewhere outside Verona with your bare feet against the hot clay tiles, staring at the sharp angle of an unfamiliar, tanned collarbone. 

He’s coated in linen: a half-unbuttoned, burnt-orange drape of a shirt is rolled carefully up around strong forearms, and one large, boyish foot peeks out from his baggy jeans, propped up on its throne upon the opposite knee. A golden cross winks at you from his chest, nestled in the sparsest dusting of chest hair and dripping with the same peach juice that’s sliding down his Adam’s apple, from his strong chin, from the crooked smirk that’s pointed at you like a knife.

You recognize him before he speaks– this must be Eren. Sasha’s mentioned him enough times: the shock of rich, dark hair, the lakewater eyes, the way he leans back in his chair like a king and cocks his head like a trickster. This is Eren, and you tell him so.

“Guilty.” The sun compliments everything about him but his smile, a little too sharp with too much danger behind it. It’s a smile made for moonlight. “And you are?”

A memory surfaces in your mind, a cautionary childhood tale. “You can never let a fairy know your name,” Emma tells you, graver than death, crouched in the bushes beside you, “or they steal you away, and you can never be human again.”

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yes we are going back to italy!!! for good this time!!!!! i'm dying to talk about this so please drop any questions/thoughts you have in my inbox, this one is going to be chock full of references and lore and just lots of cool symbolism and whatnot. i cannot wait to just finish and drop just so we can all talk about it lol.

pleeeease come hang in my inbox with any questions or thoughts you may have :)) i am so excited !!! i love u guys!!!