#or rather... multi chapter story lol

[errruvande]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @thelettersfromnoone for the tag!! 💖

How many work do u have on AO3?

3, not your local AO3 girlie lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

8 534

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I'll go with Tumblr ones, cause from my 3 AO3 works the biggest number I got is 31 lmao

Anyone but you (Legolas x f!reader)

Night watch (Legolas x Reader)

Well-deserved rest (Haldir x f!Reader)

One messy night (Boromir x f!Reader)

Transition (Haldir x f!Reader)

Honorable mention (since it's not fics but headcanons)

Green Council receiving a hot pic from you (HotD)

TLK men's reaction on being pet named

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments! These little things are brightening up my day, so I wanna let the people know that they are my heroes hahaha

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I really think it's Transition. All in all it's a pretty dark story, a bit depressing I think (I had these intentions while writing at least).

Otherwise, I don't think I have angsty endings fics?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

New family members for sure!! Was thinking hard what to choose, cause I think all of my happy ending fics are on the pretty same level on a happy scale, but I remember that I have this gen, non romantic baby and I love it so much ❤️‍🩹 There's a little TLK OMC for y'all

Do you write crossovers?

I wanted to say I've never done this BUT THEN!!! My Assassin's Creed (Ezio) x LOTR little headcanon!!! My beloved child!!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, not that I remember getting any hate on my fics

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, tho not much and on rare occasions. I used to write a lot of smut when I was younger (a teen), then I stopped being comfortable with it for a wild few years (tho reading never made me uncomfortable lmao).

Now I started writing smut again, idk what kind? Don't really understand what does that mean lol F x M traditional sex? Pretty detailed? If so, then yes lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't know 😂 Maybe, maybe not. I think rather not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge, I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

We tried with my friend a long long time ago. Didn't go well lmao It's hard and kinda stressing, cause you never know what the other person is gonna write (at least we had this SURPRISE system), so... You kinda have zero plot cause everything you want to write plot-wise can be ruined by the second person's plot lmao

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Athelnar?? Athelstan and Ragnar were my first ever OTP (quickly followed by Alfred and Uhtred). You could never beat that Athelnar shit out of my body lmao I've never written for them, but oh I do love them boys!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Now, that's the HARSH one lmao

I think I have at least 3 OC stories that I really wanna write (2 for TLK and one for LOTR), but I'm scared that I will never actually do it. I never was good with multi chaptered stories, and these are indeed not a one shots 🥲

What are your writing strengths?

Ugh... I don't know? I think I was pretty good with dialogues and descriptions of the surroundings to build the atmosphere. But... I guess it's not for me to decide but for the readers?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely finish what I've started lmao I should write everything in one go or else I'll never finish it... Or will finish it in two months even if it's a 2k words one shot

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love them! I've only done it with my LOTR fics (with Sindarin) but I really love it. But I really love it when the language is different from the language of the settings? Like, if the story is happening in England and everyone is English, but you have two characters who can speak idk Dutch, let them have a Dutch language in their dialogue. I had a rant post about it not that long ago actually lmao You have to think about your in-universe language

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ahhh Bungou Stray Dogs! I love them, and I'd gladly try to write something for them. Not a character/character but reader my beloved.

And maybe Stephane Narcisse (reign) my beloved and a reader

What's your favorite fic you've written?

The blood on my hands (Eomer) and Peace (Finan) are definitely my fave ones I think. They are dark and both explore some trauma

No pressure tags: @whitedarkmoonflower @lord-aldhelm @holy3cake @gemini-mama @emilyhufflepufftlk @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @mrsalwayswrite @emmanuellececchi @bilbotargaryen @levithestripper @mrsarnasdelicious @paula-in-dreamland

[hodari-pavels-good-boy]

Espresso Chapter 3:

Vaunting

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5

Pairing: Hodari Pavel x Reader Word Count: 2.1k Chapter: 3/? Rating: E

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, fluff, eventual smut

A/N: This is a multi chapter Hodari x y/n story! Gender is not specified so everyone can enjoy it (though I did originally start writing it with the intention of it being a male reader lol). Tags will be updated as the fic goes. Cross-posted Here on Ao3. Fic below the cut! Enjoy :)

In the days that passed since Hodari confronted you in the mines you’ve been avoiding the Pavel house like the plague and succinctly the mines themselves. ‘It’s nothing personal’ still echoes in your head and you’ve decided the best course of action would probably be to avoid all of the southern half of Bahari Bay for right now so you don’t accidentally run into the miner or his daughter and risk catching Hodari’s ire. The message was received loud and clear the first time and you’re not exactly chomping at the bit to hear it again. You’re not one to place yourself where you aren’t welcomed or wanted. 

This clever plan however, has its drawbacks. Only sticking to the northern half of the bay has unfortunately proven to be quite a challenge. It comes with the steep price of annoyance from the town’s stern hunter who has been trying to mentor you in proper use of your new bow and you fear his patience is running thin with the various excuses you’ve been feeding him.

Your ore stash has also taken a hit with not being able to actually venture into the mines or the foothills that surround them. Thankfully you still had a decent supply set up from your excessive late night mining but it's not an expansive supply by any means so there wasn’t much to spare. This means you’ve been stuck with the less-than-ideal pickaxe you had been hoping to ditch in favor of a better one. You’d been planning on talking to the miner about the upgrade but no longer see that happening in the foreseeable future so you’ll just have to make do. 

You feel yourself cringe internally at the memory of the conversation still freshly haunting your thoughts. Thinking back on it, he didn't seem mad per se but any interaction with him is most likely going to be tense and awkward and you'd rather avoid the whole thing if you can. It’s bad enough that when you spot him in town you find yourself ducking into the nearest building to avoid any confrontation with him.

Regardless of anger, your heart still hurts and your self esteem definitely took a harder hit than you’d like to admit, even if only to yourself. Fitting in and finding your place here has been nothing short of difficult but you thought you had been making headway. If you were feeling bold, you might have even said becoming friends. ’We- I don’t know you’ floats its way back into your thoughts and you stop it in its tracks before you can spiral again. Finding out you had been very mistaken and overstepping boundaries left and right unknowingly is as painful as it is embarrassing. 

Deciding to stop the tiny pity party you've found yourself in, you get ready to head into town. You’ve been needing to stop by Zeki’s for a few things and no better time to do so than when the day is still young. Now that the weekend is here once you've finished what you need to do, you're looking forward to not having to worry for a few days and take the time to relax and soothe your hurt and embarrassment in peace. With one last quick check you leave your plot and start your walk to the general store.

As you’re making your way down the hill Sifuu spots you. “Y/n!” She calls and waves you over. 

“Good morning!” You greet as you approach her. She smiles and claps a large hand on your shoulder. “Haven’t seen you around the last few days, my iron has been running low!” she laughs. You smile placatingly and brush it aside, apologizing letting her know you’ve been busy.

“Haven't we all! Tell you what, I’ve got some extra gold in it for you if you could help me out and get me some extra for tomorrow. I’ve got an order I've been working on that’s requiring a bit more than I expected. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She winks and you hesitate. On one hand you do want to help her and the promise of some extra coin is as good a motivator as any. On the other hand… you still aren't planning on going anywhere near the mines anytime soon. ‘Well good bye gold’ you silently mourn.

“I'm sorry, I wish I could help but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be going down in the mines right now. I’ve got a lot going on right now and won't have time” you apologize, the tiny lie falling from your lips. You hope she doesn’t ask any for any clarification and thankfully she doesn't. She just narrows her eyes but doesn’t press any further. You internally let out a sigh of relief, you really didn’t want to explain the situation. As kind as the blacksmith is, you have a feeling she wouldn’t be the best person to talk about this with.

She sends you off with reassurance that it’s okay and that she hopes to see you around town again before heading towards her forge. You head the opposite direction towards the docks, reasoning Zeki’s can wait a bit longer. A few hours of comfortable silence later spent with Einar as you fish together, the sun is high in the sky and your stomach is telling you it’s time to eat. You sell Einar your tiny haul and head back towards the town for some food. 

Between the time and it being the weekend you figured the inn would be empty for the lunch period. Walking in you were surprised to find that instead of the silence you were expecting, the inn seemed to be quite busy and filled with life. Sifuu and Badruu are here lounging at the long table by the door laughing loudly, drink spilling as their cheeks color a ruddy hue from what you're not sure is from the joy they're projecting or from the spirits in their cup. Both Kenli and Zeki sit across from them, one far more interested in the going ons across the table than the other. In the corner at the end of the same table, Delaila and Chayne are more quietly talking amongst themselves. Curious, you walk over to the bar where Reth is. 

“What’s going on?” you ask the cook motioning to the commotion behind you. 

Reth laughs, wiping the bar down. “I guess everyone decided to have a break day. They're all taking the afternoon off to catch up before the end of season rushes hit everyone.” You nod along and slide into one of the stools at the counter.

“Guess I’ll take my lunch over here then, I don’t want to intrude.” 

Reths gives you a weird look before throwing the towel on his shoulder and leaning against the countertop. “Look I’m not wanting to stick my nose in where it isn’t wanted so you can tell me to forget it and it's gone, but are you doing okay, sweet tooth? You’ve seemed pretty down every time I’ve seen you the last few days. Starting to miss the smiles around here.”

You take a moment to think before you answer, this is Reth. If anyone is going to be sympathetic to the situation, it’d be him. "I'm fine. I just- do you ever realize you misunderstood something and the aftermath of that... just kinda sucks?" 

Reth’s face changes from curious to mildly confused at your question. "Yeah. I guess so. What happened?" 

You're not sure if you want to tell him the whole situation, not wanting to cause a bigger issue, but the genuine concern in his eyes placates some of your nerves. You can trust him. "It's not a big deal really.. I just thought I was finally understanding the gift giving and friendship rules here” you pause before sighting, “but I guess not."

Reth stays quiet for a moment as he ponders the words and then tilts his head, " So what happened?" He asks again.

You look down at the counter picking at the grain of the wood., "I accidentally overstated my welcome in someone’s company and misread a situation. It's fine, I'm just a little embarrassed." 

Reth gets a bit more serious now, everyone in town adores your presence. You've been so kind and helpful to everyone! Eager to learn the customs unfamiliar to you without complaint and you go out of your way to help everyone you come across, even at your own inconvenience and expense. You've been so kind to him in particular, he can't imagine who wouldn't want you around. Surely there's just been a misunderstanding "Who-" he starts before Ashuras booming voice fills the inn

"Hodari, my friend! You made it. We were getting worried you wouldn't actually come"

Hodari says something in response but you don't catch is as you feel your whole body lock up, refusing to turn around

Reth shoots you another strange look at your reaction before his eyes widen, putting the dots together. "What did he say?" He begins but you shake your head. 

"It's really not a big deal, Reth. It’s more of an ego hit or sting to my pride than anything else."

Reth just hums and gives you an almost withering look to tell you he’s not impressed with the answer but drops it and you feel a wave of gratitude towards your friend. As time passes you slowly start to relax as you realize the miner hasn’t seen you as they all gather amongst themselves to chat. 

Reth sets a bowl of your favorite soup in front of you that you hadn't ordered yet. You look up at him quizzically and he shrugs. "It’s a new recipe, you're the first to try it so let me know what you think. On the house for testers of course." You nod and take a sip and can't help a smile as the flavor bursts across your tongue, there's nothing new about it at all. And with every spoonful, you feel just a little bit warmer. After you've finished, Reth takes the bowl from you. "Want me to go talk to the grouch?" He nods his head towards where Hodari is talking and laughing and you stifle a laugh at the image in front of you with the ‘grouch’ descriptor while shaking your head. 

"No. It's okay, really. I misread the situation, it stings and I'm so embarrassed. But it's probably for the best. I don't want to force myself to be somewhere I'm not wanted." 

Reth scrunched his nose at that huffing ".. I don't like that. We don't do that. Sure we can be pretty strict in our traditions and some can be harsh if someone deviates" he pauses gesturing to his entire self, "but we repay the kindness we are shown." You nod along to appease him but don't say anything as he continues. "I meant it when I said you don't have to tell me what happened, but I'm not gonna lie, sweet tooth, I'm a little confused what he could say or do to make you feel like that. He’s a bit gruff, sure, but under all that he tends to mind his own business and is always willing to help out when it's needed. I mean, he hasn't even shown any issue with me. Maybe it's just a really big misunderstanding?" He says not unkindly. 

You shrug noncommittally, wanting the conversation to move on. Reth picks up on the change pretty quick and switches the topic to something more neutral. Soon enough he has you throwing your head back in laughter, Hodari and the conversation far from your mind. Before you know it, over an hour has passed and you needed to be heading back home. You tell Reth as such and he offers to help you sneak and you slip out the back so you don't have to walk past the whole group still engrossed in their conversation or Hodari. 

As you're leaving from behind the inn, your steps feel a little lighter. Even with everything that's happened, you still have friends who care for you and it'll be okay. This has been a learning opportunity and you’ll give yourself room to grow. Lost in your own self assurance as you start the walk home you almost miss the sound of footsteps racing behind you. Subconsciously you start to brace for impact from Auni when a girl's voice calls out "Y/N!" You turn around to see Najuma tearing out from seemingly Jel’s shop, if the harried tailor and Tish running out from the building are any indication, and running right towards you.  'Oh no..'

[Dividers by the-aesthetic-shop]

[wehangout]

Shameless DVD Commentary

The wonderful @i-think-you-mean-reduction asked for a DVD commentary on Suncatcher! This was the first time I'd read it since finishing, so that was a lot of fun, too! This whole thing got away on me, so hit that read more if you want to read more 💜 as usual, thanks to @callivich for starting this awesome idea!

Which fanfic is your DVD commentary about?

Suncatcher!

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

Okay, I started posting this in March of 2022, which leads me to believe I started writing it in 2021 (I'm on a borrowed laptop, so can't check). It took some time to finish because ~real life~ and word count hits 58,592.

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

Oooh, okay. This post. If you don't want to click, it's a text post saying "au where thief!cas tries to ride dean's dick and keep track of when his flashdrive is done stealing the contents of dean's computer at the same time". Obviously, that kind of scene never happened in Suncatcher, but vibes, you know?

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

Mostly Mickey because almost everything I write is Mickey pov. But I did experiment with this by writing those 3rd person Ian snippets, and literally the only reason for it is so the reader could be there for that moment of realisation when Ian figures it all out.

What was your favourite scene to write?

I don't know that I have one, but I really enjoyed the scene where Mickey asks Ian to come to Mexico. Getting to write them being soft, even just for a minute, was nice. And literally any of their flirty banter was fun to write lol.

How did you come up with the title?

I feel like this doesn't need an explanation, lol. I will say, though, I had three other titles in mind. I had "Denouement", "Encontrar", and "Atrapasol". Encontrar means "to find" in Spanish (because I knew it would end with them in Mexico), while "Atrapasol" means "suncatcher". At least, according to Google translate lmao.

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

I did a reread in order to write this commentary, so, please, have a list of moments, foreshadowing, and references.

* Mickey's nautical-themed sleeve! “Sailing? Nah, man. I just really like pirates.” Get it? Because he's a thief? And pirates steal shit? Literally no one caught onto that haha * “Uh … growing up the way I did, I’m probably better at the B&E itself rather than tryin’ to solve it.” -- Mickey literally says this in the first chapter lmao * His mind doesn’t go over every detail of the North Side burglaries and he doesn’t obsess over the thief committing them. No thief. Just a bartender. Just Mickey. -- Um, hello? * “Never gonna give that up, are we?” “Never gonna live it down.” “Those aren’t the lyrics.” “Okay, lyric police.” -- 27 Dresses, thank you * Ahh, Mickey's blowjob tattoo. The amount of erotic tattoo designs I looked at for this, but nothing was right. Until Mitch 💜 * He snorts. “Clearly you don’t know many writers.” “I don’t. Should I?” “No. They’re the worst.” -- I'm dying 😂 * Well, this really has turned into a commentary, huh? Apologies. * "A little dry, to be honest." Chapter 3 and 9. Did anyone catch that?

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

The last two chapters. Life completely turned upside-down on me and I couldn't write a thing. Zero motivation, infinity depression. Then, at the beginning of this year ... I dunno. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I was writing again and I haven't stopped yet.

Favourite line in the story?

“Catch me if you can, motherfucker.”

“Two, I give you the keys to the cuffs and leave. But first I suck your dick until you come down my throat.”

“I’ll give you what you want, Red, you just have to decide what you want more; the thief, or his mouth?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he whispers. “You did everything, Ian.”

“Interesting,” he says. “I was already half in love with you by then.” 😭

“I’m gonna fuck you now. You know that, right?” You groan and drop your head. “You might just break my fucking heart if you don’t, Gallagher.”

“So long as that lover is you, Gallagher.”

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story?

Yeah, but only chapters 9 and 10. Initially I was going to write Ian having a depressive episode and Mickey talking to him about everything while he was down, but I hated the idea. I didn't want it to seem like Mickey/the thief was the cause of his episode, and I also didn't want to use it as a tool. The idea changed into a possible attack on Ian, but that still wasn't working for me. So, instead, you got the scene with Mickey handcuffed and Ian asking questions. I switched the vulnerability around and made it way more fun.

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this?

Nah. A little crime with my romance is my go-to lol

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

Finishing it. Kidding. Kinda. Not really.

Actually, though, the dialogue and banter is pretty good. It reads very natural, so I'm proud of that.

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story?

Only what I mentioned above. I wrote the attack on Ian, Mickey sitting with him in hospital ... it wasn't good.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

Oh, the moment where Ian finds the camera and leaves it. He'd just heard Mickey tell him that he stopped watching before things got interesting, and that's what he's thinking about as he puts the camera back down with a smirk. About Mickey not stopping just as things get interesting. I had thought about writing it, too. A scene where Mickey doesn't close the laptop, working consent into it and Ian putting on a fucking show

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

I don't think so. I'm pretty happy with most of it.

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

Kinda did. Wouldn't be opposed to doing more. All the cream pie banter I'm rereading is def giving me inspo for if I write more of them oops

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

I think I mentioned this in the commentary for Thicker Than Forget, but Jim Morrison/The Doors lyrics. I don't know, man, it just works for me haha.

Also the name thing - Gallagher/Ian/baby and Mickey/Mick.

There's also the line "It’s gone from bartender and customer having a bit of fun flirting and teasing, to silk sheets and Nine Inch Nails pounding through the speakers." - The NIN might be a reference to Help Me (Tear Down My Reasons) 😏 iykyk

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

Excited. Probably more excited to post ch2, though, just for the reaction to Mickey being the thief haha

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

@whaticameherefor always 💜

Ask your followers to pick a snippet (no more than 500 words) and share your thoughts about it.

@i-think-you-mean-reduction asked for the scene where Ian asks Mickey on a date which I've pasted below.

A couple of notes on it:

The Riverwalk Cocktail Festival is a real thing in Chicago

I put a stupid amount of research into finding them the perfect date and this just fits.

Reading it back, I love that the Mickey doesn't think of the thief or anything to do with that shit once during this conversation. It's just two guys who like each other, and one's asking the other out on a date. It's just happy.

I think Mickey was so surprised that Ian was asking him out that everything he said and felt and thought was genuine. He even has a moment of "Fucking finally" that he doesn't mean to say, but 100% means.

I'm sad they never did it.

“Just my gut.” He pauses. Smiles. “Speaking of … in the interest of trusting my gut with my personal life as well as my professional life, have you heard of the Riverwalk Cocktail Festival next month?” Your heart skips a beat. Yeah, you’re heard of the fucking festival, and you can’t believe Ian’s doing this. “I’ve been a few times,” you tell him. “Sandy and I go under the pretence of work, and then get shit-faced.” “Okay, so do you maybe wanna go again?” He fingers go back to the coaster, but again he keeps eye contact. “But, you know, with me instead of Sandy.” There’s nothing romantic about the Riverwalk Cocktail Festival unless you go to the Riverwalk Cocktail Festival with romantic intentions. If you go with a date then it’s stupidly fucking romantic and you and Sandy used to talk shit about those assholes every chance you got, but … But the idea of being one of those couples, of going with Ian and having it be romantic … it makes you sick to your stomach how much you like the idea. “You askin’ me on a date, Gallagher?” He stares at you, eyes wide and honest. “Yeah.” “Fuckin’ finally.” You don’t mean to say it. You think it and you mean it, but you don’t mean to say it. Ian’s smile, though, makes the slip worth it. “So that’s a yes?” “Yeah.” “Good.” He smiles. Fucking beams. “Because I’ve already bought tickets, so I would’ve been kinda fucked if you’d said no.” “You already bought tickets?” “Some might call it presumptuous; I call it optimistic.” You shake your head. “Ian, man, those tickets are expensive as fuck –” “Doesn’t matter.” “Matters. At least let me pay you back for mine.” You already know he won’t let you pay for both of them. “Not a chance. This is me trusting my gut, asking you out, and feeling really good about it.” A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” He smiles right back. “You wanna pull me out of that good feeling, the one I get when you agree to go on a date with me, by bringing up my money woes? Or do you wanna talk about our date and agree upon matching outfits?” “You better be fucking joking.”

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?

So, as mentioned above there was a good chunk of time where nothing was updated. If you were someone who left a kudos or a comment or messaged me on here during that time, or even continued reading when I finally updated, please know it meant a lot.

[furiousflamingfeline]

What are your good and bad thoughts about the Reds 👀

Good question, I’m sure from recent posts on Reddit and other social media it might look like I hate the Reds. I don’t. 😇

I’ve been in this fandom for all 26 years and Blossom is my favorite character of all time, so I’m pretty much open to shipping her with almost anyone as long as it’s thoughtfully written and keeps her pretty much in character.

My small child started watching PPG last year which got me back into the fandom after being away for a while. Since then I’ve read pretty much all the Reds that’s worth reading on FF.net and AO3. Some great stuff out there, of course. But after a year of consuming Reds I decided I was tired of the pairing so I wanted to try writing Blossom with almost anyone else.

I mostly don’t like the fanon exclusive version of Brick when his entire character completely changes with no explanation, pretty much only just to make him a palatable love interest for Blossom. Hint: if the character has to change drastically to make Blossom like them, maybe it wasn’t meant to be lol. I particularly hate the dark triad mysterious badass trope that the fandom likes to give him. I just don’t buy it. I feel strongly that (IF the boys got friendly with the girls as they aged) Brick would just be slightly nerdy and a bit of a dweeb. Best comment I got on my story recently says he would grow up to be a dramatic theater kid and I can’t unsee it now. (A good example I can think of right now is “On Top,” on FF.net where Brick is just a giant goofball and Blossom’s exasperation actually makes their chemistry really adorable).

If a good Reds story comes across my dash I will definitely still read it, and I’ll never turn down a spicy Reds scene. But as far as actual realistic compatibility with Blossom? Not a fan.

This is the girl who envisioned a perfect society where the world is run by women. Brick in the canon, of course, is famously a misogynist bully. Making him mature as he ages is fine, but it’s just hard for me to buy that both characters would make a beeline in the complete opposite direction, not without some serious setup by the author.

So, that’s why I’m writing Harry Pitt/Blossom right now. I got sick of the fact that there were almost no alternatives for Blossom and I figured if I couldn’t find it, I’d write it myself.

My other OTPs are Blossom/Princess, Blossom/Butch and Blossom/Robin. (A multi-chapter Blossom/Princess story is already written and coming soon, but I gotta finish the art for it and proofread more before I post lol.)

My headcanon for Blossom is bisexual and for Brick is gay. One fic I read once that was super cute was Blossom doing Brick’s makeup for the first time after he begrudgingly asks for help. That, to me, is a peak Reds interaction. Brick dealing with his true self and internalized homophobia and Blossom being pure Everything Nice for him. Thats’s just *chef’s kiss*

Anyway this comment was way longer than intended lol. I just love Blossom and Brick separately and I wish they worked better together in my headcanons but I like them better as bi/gay rivals or besties rather than romantically.

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Fic Writing Review 2024

Thanks for the tags @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler and @lokimobius

I should warn you, I'm a Debbie Downer when it comes to numbers even when comparing them to my own stats, so be prepared. These are some shitty stats, right here.

User subscriptions are for all years, not just 24. Not sure why that's static, but hey ho. Six years gone, 35 people keep tabs on my fic. Don't ask me why.

Words and fics:

198,186 words posted on AO3. Let’s not look at how many words I’ve actually written, it’ll give people nightmares. Possibly especially since English isn’t my first language.

Don’t know which month was my busiest, but I finished Tapestries of Time, my first Lokius fic in exactly 28 days, totalling 41 014 words.

24 773.25 is my average words per month (since May this year = eight months)

14 fics (WiPs and finished), including drabbles, one-offs and multi-chapter stories.

Words written per fandom:

Loki (including the Baldur’s Gate mashup) - 180 009 (since May of 2024. MAY)

Dragon Age: The Veil Guard - 1 557 (since November 2024)

Fics and words published:

14 fics published, out of which are as follows:

7 multi-chapter

7 one shots

2 drabbles included in the one shots

198,186 words published

Published fics per fandom:

Loki - 82.4%

Dragon Age: The Veil Guard - 17.6%

Top 2024 fics per kudos:

Tapestry of Time (181 kudos, multi-chapter, finished) - Loki

Loose Ends (78 kudos, multi-chapter, in progress. The sequel fic to Tapestry) - Loki

Want  (70 kudos, a Emmrich/male Rook drabble) - DA: Veil Guard (lol for the amount of effort I put into that fic, I got more kudos in a single day than I have with any other fandom or fic. Makes me wonder why I even try to write full-fledged stories.)

The Second Kiss (62 kudos, a Lokius one shot and tumblr ask game fic) - Loki

Sledgehammer (58 kudos, multi-chapter, finished) (Loki)

Top 2024 fics per comment threads:

Tapestry of Time (10 chapters, post-s2 fix-it fic; 41)

A Promise Kept (13 chapters, BG3 crossover, Lokius Fantasy Romance; 35)

The World’s Fair Hotel (WiP, Lokius versus H H Holmes horror fic set in 1893; 24)

Loose Ends (WiP, sequel to Tapestry, 16)

We Die with the Dying; We are Born with the Dead (Vampire AU one shot; 13)

Kudos, hits and comment threads in 2024:

Percentage of kudos per views: 7.9% (768 kudos divided by 9703 hits) Yaaaay, less than ten percent of people who read my fics like themmm… Why do I even write to begin withhhh

Percentage of comment threads per kudos, assuming everyone who left a comment also kudos’d: 24.8% (191 comment threads divided by 768 kudos)

If we instead compare it to hits or views: 1.91%

Fandom events in 2024:

Lokius Reverse Bang

2024-11: Wanksgiving the Third: Lord High Admiral of Smut

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some qualitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Artists and gif makers, please also join in with any quantitative or qualitative stats or facts you want to share about your year.

No-pressure tags in no particular order for @thosegayoldmen @elodiah @impulsemuppet @blackbirdofasgard @distracteddream @devilbearingtrouble @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @mobiusisawholemood @mobiuscutemustache @mobius-m-mobius @mirilyawrites and anyone else whose username I can't recall, sorry.

[need-him-pregnant-poll]

I'm having an opposite but almost certainly just as weird reaction to the previous anon when trying to talk to irls about this tournament.

Rather than my friends (who already find me extremely (and endearingly) odd) finding me more odd, they've started asking me logistical and philosophical questions about how and why mpreg works and also why I voted for or submitted the characters I did versus ones I did not. Also might be worth noting these are friends from a college creative writing class I took and we all stayed close, and this is not the first time they've asked me questions like this because I submitted an explicit multi-chapter Hannigram fanfiction for our short story unit when every one else wrote actual original short stories (shout-out to Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter. Sad to see he's probably not gonna make it past round 3). My fanfic didn't include mpreg but I have turned out to be the most fanfic trope knowledgeable person in the group. Or at least the one with the least amount of shame in talking about it lol.

I also told my older sister about this poll, specifically because we're in the middle of watching 911 and The Good Place together (both rewatches for her but my first time seeing both of them) and while she's kinda squicked out by the idea of mpreg, she's very sad Buck lost in the first round because she believes he absolutely should be a father any way he can come by those circumstances and she also thinks that the propaganda for Michael that's like "well he wants to experience a bunch of human stuff so he should experience being pregnant too" is one of the funniest things she's ever heard and she does kinda wanna see that happen to him.

I've seen The Good Place, so the Michael propaganda cracked me up too 😂. Haven't watched Hannibal and 911 yet, but they're on the list!

[void-botanist]

Writing patterns tag

Premise: List the first lines of your last 20 or so stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.

@vacantgodling tagged me for this and I'm going to follow his lead and do some chapter opening lines along with scene/story opening lines, based on what I've been working on so far this year.

Nicea chapter 1: Declan stifled a yawn as TRANSMISSION IN PROGRESS appeared as a banner on his console screen.

Nicea chapter 2: Spinder pushed past the glass doors of the transit hub into the chill air of one-in-the-morning Salles City.

Nicea chapter 3: Isabel cracked her eyes open.

Nicea chapter 4: (technically not the first line but I haven't written the actual first line yet) He flipped through old requisition forms, positioning his view so that he could see the whole header and the whole message at once to filter down to the right date.

Nicea chapter 5: When Spinder surfaced from his dreams the light coming through the crack between the curtains was searing.

Nicea chapter 6: Tristan glanced between Rodney and the obscenely thick stack of papers in front of him.

Fallen chapter 1: The sun-warmth of Heaven siphoned itself off his back as he stepped into the Neutral Zone.

Fallen chapter 2: When he woke up, every bit of him was still tinged with ache, but he felt strong enough to continue on to the next shrine.

Derelict Corridors chapter 1: Please confirm your intentions upon receipt.

Derelict Corridors chapter 2: Earl’s eyes drifted open to a feeling of red.

Angst prompt scene from CM: Colin stopped pacing to press the sides of his hands to his forehead like he was too angry to even look at Sid.

Pre-AOM Sorian meets Leon: Sorian rapped two knuckles against the doorframe and Professor Standing looked up from his work.

Pre-AOM after Sorian meets Leon: Leon waited until that Shank character must be long gone—and it really was waiting, because as soon as he turned back to his expense report, he knew he wouldn’t be finishing it today.

OCKiss day 1, Naneb: The branch Donovan had just snipped from the courtyard’s kaesuri tree dropped to the ground right as he heard someone start crying.

OCKiss day 2, After Sunset: "Daddy?"

OCKiss day 3, Icky: As Anni patted the blanket in around Dez’s contours, she realized this was just like tucking in Bran when they were kids, except Bran would chat with her the whole time.

OCKiss day 4, Void: It was one of those darkness periods where Martina did more staring out the hallway windows than sleeping.

OCKiss day 5, Conservative: Thade was almost finished with the news and his sandwich in the dining room when he felt a presence slide up to the end of his booth table.

OCKiss day 6, Alive: In the hallway, Anchesh pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

OCKiss day 7, Victory: The Nebulae and the Geese were tied, a flurry of black-and-purple and white-and-yellow on the asphalt as the third period clock ticked down to the last seconds.

I'm honestly not surprised that a lot of these start with people waking up. In Nicea, the crew gets back late from a shipping job because having them return to their planet right at the beginning of the story lets me present a whole lot of worldbuilding on the page without it feeling stuffed in, plus it's fun to see how differently they each handle the post-run sleep of the dead. In Fallen and Derelict Corridors the waking up part underscores how Jerry and Earl are now in wildly different situations and it's kinda disorienting. But what I really think is interesting is that only one of these starts with dialogue. I really do like to set the scene first, or start with something introspective.

Favorite opening line: When Spinder surfaced from his dreams the light coming through the crack between the curtains was searing.

This one's probably the strongest on its own rather than as a stepping stone into the rest of the story. And this is exactly my experience of sleeping in hotels lol.

I'll tag @sunset-a-story, @multi-lefaiye, @omniblades-and-stars, and whoever wants to join in!

[becca-reads]

A Few Thoughts™ on the next couple of ACOTAR books

I know that a lot of the fandom is united in the thought that Elain's book is next. And while I'm not saying it's out of the realm of possibility, I truly don't think her time as the main character is next. I think we're still establishing where her story will begin.

As ever, I'm going to establish now that I am an Elucien and Gwynriel girlie. Which is where I'm approaching this thought from. But I also like...wouldn't be pissed off if Elriel happened. So please be polite lol.

But anyway. There are a few things I'd like to establish/remind people of as a basis for how I think the next couple of books are going to go.

SJM likes to have characters be at their lowest when their stories begin. This goes for book by book stories as well as overarching character arcs (Aelin seems to find new lows each book, but emotionally she's at her lowest at the beginning of HoF when her overall arc starts)

SJM is not afraid to write entire books as a prologue to a character (ToG, CoM, TAB before getting into HoF. ACOTAR before getting into the meat of Feyre's arc in ACOMAF. All the setup for Nesta in ACOTAR, ACOMAF, ACOWAR and ACOFAS before ACOSF)

SJM has been moving steadily over her career towards creating books that tell multiple stories at once. Even her early work shows this to an extent, but TOG (as a series), ACOSF, and the entire CC series have gotten progressively MORE multi-POV.

SJM told us that it was clear at the end of ACOSF who the next book will be about. She has not indicated if she means the end of the standard edition, or if she's including any of the bonus content in that (namely the Az one)

With that in mind, here's what I think:

The next book (from here out ACOTAR5) is going to be focused across Az, Gwyn, and Elain, with Lucien as more a side character (bc he's tied into Elain's story). The book after that (from here out ACOTAR6) is going to focus on Elain, Lucien, and I think Tamlin, with maybe Eris as a side character (pursuant to Lucien's personal arc which I'll get into). Now here me out, below I'll detail my thoughts on overarching plots for both (I'm going to try to avoid using too many details but no promises).

ACOTAR5

I choose to believe that when SJM says that it's clear at the end of ACOSF who the next book is about, she means to include bonus content. Regardless of the ethics of doing things this way and requiring readers to access multiple copies of the book to get the full story, she clearly wants us to read the bonus content. And I honestly think there's more in that content to point to the next book's content.

The overarching theme of the Az bonus chapter is that he is finding new romantic interest. I'm not saying he's no longer interested in Elain at all. But it's hard to deny that Gwyn has at least piqued his interest. He turns down Elain (at Rhys' demand), Elain is hurt, and then he goes and has what I believe to be a very telling conversation with Gwyn. One where he engages, tries to connect more with her socially, and is emotionally vulnerable. On top of this, she is able to lift his spirits. He seems to appreciate this so much that he gives her the necklace. Or rather, he regifts. He gives Gwyn a gift that was initially meant for Elain.

To me, if you zoom out from the literal, all of this can be taken as a metaphor for how things are changing/going to go going forward. Emotionally, he's at a low point. Rhys knows about Elain, which means others will soon too. I have no doubt that at least one of the girls is going to figure out the regift (probably at Nessian's mating ceremony) which is going to shove him (and the girls) into an even lower place emotionally. But that's where SJM likes to have people when their stories begin. And I think it's where Az and Gwyn's story does begin.

Azriel is going to realize he has a connection to Gwyn. Maybe become friends, then more. Maybe he's trying to make up for the regifted necklace, and she's letting him try physically while resisting emotionally. Maybe they'll realize a mate bond early, maybe it won't come until later. But I think that ultimately Az's story in ACOTAR5 is going to revolve around him moving on from Elain to Gwyn, more than likely because of the insistent feelings caused by a mate bond between them. (I'm not going to speak on Gwyn's arc because I don't feel qualified to handle a lot of her backstory correctly. But I do think that based on her lines in ACOSF it's going to revolve a lot around self worth and her feeling like she doesn't deserve anything good)

But I think this moving on is going to devastate Elain. Not only because she likes Azriel a great deal, but because of what this loss represents in her life. Azriel was her choice in a world that has taken most other choices from her. In a broader sense, he represents the love she lost in Graysen. To her, he is the last bastion of her humanity, in a convoluted way. And I think her story in this book specifically is going to revolve around noticing him moving on, and her crashing out about it. Her story in this book will serve as a prologue to her actual story in ACOTAR6.

It wouldn't surprise me if she even tried to move on herself, with Lucien, but he told her off for avoiding him for so long until her lover lost interest (because of course he knew). Either that, or she tried to move on with someone else who ends up turning her down because she has a powerful mate out there and they aren't willing to mess with that.

But, either way, I think she's going to crash out in a way that gets her removed from the NC at the end of the book. I have specific thoughts on how, but I'll leave those out for now. But I think her ending in ACOTAR5 is going to bring her, at her absolute rock bottom, to Spring Court. Because Lucien needs somewhere to keep his mate safe, and Tamlin owes him a lifetime of favors. (I have a whole headcanon about how that interaction would go)

And this is where Elain's story truly begins. With her alone, at rock bottom, in a foreign court, with nothing to do but mull over her thoughts and get to know 1) her mate, 2) the man who hurt her sister, and 3) herself.

ACOTAR6

Okay, now. I need you to REALLY hear me out on this one. Because I do admit at this point I'm working half on vibes and a plot I created in my head that has little in the way of textual evidence to back it up (mostly because the text of ACOTAR5 doesn't exist yet). But this would tie up so many ends so nicely.

If we open on Elain in Spring with Tamlin, there's tremendous opportunity for growth for everyone involved. And there's a great way to convey heavy hitting arcs for 3 different characters.

We can get Elain navigating being away from her family for the first time in her life. She can finally learn how to be someone other than the middle Archeron sister. She can reinvent herself the way we see her tell Nesta in ACOSF (as not a delicate wilting flower in need of saving all the time). We can get her actually acknowledging the bond with Lucien, and exploring it so she can make an informed decision about what she wants to do with it (complete it, or reject it). Personally, I think this is going to lead to her trying to connect with Lucien on any level, only for him to switch roles with her and be avoidant.

We can get a Lucien who's being avoidant for the first time, who is exploring the bond on his own away from Elain, and considering if it's even something he wants to pursue or if he's just doing what fae society has told him he should. In that avoidance, we could get him reconciling with his family (because I'm hoping Beron kicks the bucket in ACOTAR5, leaving Eris in charge to pardon Lucien) and maybe find out 👀👀his heritage👀👀. Ultimately figuring out that he needs to stop avoiding and face the shitshow his mate bond has become.

Ultimately, we get Lucien and Elain coming back around each other, talking, and figuring out that hey. This person is actually really neat and matches me super well. Maybe there's something to this mate bond after all. [insert happily every after here]

And last but certainly not least, we can FINALLY get a healing arc for Tamlin. We could see him confront his issues, tell his side of the story, work to rebuild his kingdom and himself. Maybe get a few good apologies in there. Both from him and to him. I truly think that having another Archeron sister foisted upon him would be good for him emotionally. I also think that it fits in with the idea that Feyre was his Enchantress, not his Belle. And I am in NO WAY saying that Elain is his Belle. But I do think she could be a catalyst for him figuring out that the throne/his kingdom is his Belle. Maybe she starts fixing the gardens/grounds, and he reluctantly starts rebuilding the manor to aid those efforts. And after a while they end up moving on to the villages, and he falls back in love with ruling. But this time the right way.

But yeah, that's a whole rant on how I think the next couple of books are going to go, based on 1) my primary ships, 2) the way SJM writes, and 3) the hints we've gotten so far. I could be totally off base, she could write the same pairings differently, or she could write Elriel as endgame. Who knows! idk and idgaf, I'm just feral for *a* book at this point lol

[halfhoursonearth-writes]

A new fic and some thoughts on process and the miscommunication plot

I’ve gotten a bit blocked working on the next set of chapters for But Who’s Counting?, and I probably won’t have anything I’m happy with to post for a few weeks.

But, to try to break through the writer’s block, I took a discarded idea for an early version of that story's climactic scene and wrote a short new fic. I don’t consider this story a spoiler for what’s coming in But Who’s Counting?; basically anything I plan to keep for that piece, I’ve changed in this one.

And you certainly don’t need to read But Who’s Counting? in order to read You Make Everything Better. If you like Zutara fics with yearning, self-denial and also the end of yearning and self-denial, I hope you'll check it out!

I also brought some some writing process thoughts. Oops.

Something that has happened both times I’ve written Zutara multi-chapter fics is that the two characters fall for each other earlier than I initially plan. I’m not the most committed outliner—as a writer I’ll usually follow the energetic flow of the characters rather than any hard plotting I've done. And I find the empathy just grows so quickly between these two characters once there's opportunity.

The downside to writing this way is that often the scenes that initially motivated me to write a particular story no longer work in the story as it unfolds. So I’m often killing darlings while they’re still a twinkle in my eye.

In my initial (imagined, lol) outline of But Who’s Counting? the climactic chapter looked something like this new story. But then the relationship between the characters progressed too significantly to land in this sort of scene without constructing a major miscommunication plot for the sake of it. And I thought about doing that! I started writing that draft. And then I had to reconsider.

I don't dismiss miscommunication plots out of hand. In fact, I think miscommunications are basically essential devices in certain enemies to lovers or friends to lovers plot arcs. And frankly, real humans miscommunicate constantly, so I think this trope is more reflective of reality than it's given credit for.

For these reasons, there’s probably still some miscommunication ahead in But Who’s Counting? because there’s a lot these characters still don’t know about one another, their respective worlds, and what they want. But I didn’t want to contort the character arcs for the sake of a scene that no longer fit the story. For me, when miscommunications require me to suspend disbelief about character choices, that's where they get frustrating.

But I just couldn't let this scene go. So now it finds its own way into the world!

[celestie0]

do you see yourself finishing ihm sometime this year ?

i’d like to! i’m currently averaging around 1 chapter a month…which would probably take me two years to finish if i kept up that pace lol. but i’m going to try to speed it up to two chapters a month if i can but life gets busy obviously haha. the only reason i’m even able to write is because my med school is more discussion based rather than lectures based so i have lots of independent study time where i can work in some hobbies here n there, but it still gets tough

i know i had other projects i really wanted to do, including some multi parts for my two oneshots l&l and atc, but i’m kinda considering just prioritizing finishing ihm as well as kickoff

hopefully all goes well w that haha, i think there will be 7 chapters of kickoff left and yeah ihm will be a lengthy story as well

hope this answers!

[arien-elensar]

Sincere question that I've decided to ask my writer friends: Do you ever go back and reread certain chapters/fics that you've written purely for your own enjoyment? Just because it makes you happy and hits the spot? What fic or chapter have you done this with before?

Thank you for asking. I don't often go back and reread my own works. I do however have periods where I will do this. Usually when I need a reminder that I can do this writing thing and, in a way that others will enjoy. Like many of us I get an email from AO3 if there have been any kudos to any of my works that day. When I need it, I'll reread a story that someone else liked in order to refresh my memory as to what they may have enjoyed about it. lol Sometimes I simply want to refresh my memory of the content period since I don't reread my works often. I keep a loose tab on what works of mine receive the most kudos/engagement, not to cater to that demographic's favorite ship or anything (I write whatever catches my interest, popular or not) but rather to see what resonated writing wise. These are works I may reread when I'm feeling lost on how to approach a new piece. I recently reread my oldest works to see how much I've progressed. For enjoyment I'll reread my shorter (often newer) pieces as I'm a slow reader as well as writer. Some that I recently revisited include:

A Promise Fulfilled, Lancelot (BBC Merlin) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/55548967

Storm, JouMai/Jou&Mai, (Yu-Gi-Oh! DM) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/54347875

Unexpected, JouKai/Jou&Kai, (Yu-Gi-Oh! DM) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53218516

Devotion, Arthur/Merlin (BBC Merlin) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53060449

Love Notes, Multi (Grishaverse) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/46627747/chapters/117426688

Sometimes I'll randomly pick a piece from Facets (multi, Yu-Gi-Oh! DM) just to see what I think of my old writing now/see how far I've come/if I've progressed: - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36400138/chapters/152522101

Thank you again for the thoughtful ask.

[lemoncrushh]

OLD FICS REPOSTING

STARTING MONDAY, JULY 8...

I will begin reposting my three completed long fics. These are multi-chaptered fics that I wrote between 2015 and 2018. Please note, these are all Harry x OC fics, two are AUs and one is Real Harry.

I WILL BE POSTING ONE CHAPTER OF EACH FIC PER DAY. So, you can follow along easily or wait til the end and binge them all.

Below is a brief synopsis of each fic, along with warnings. ALL THREE ARE OLDER WOMAN OCs. If this is not your thing, or it turns you off, PLEASE do not read. I got hate for these in the past (and some snarky comments on Wattpad), and I am just too old and tired to defend them anymore. In my opinion, the age thing shouldn't matter, but I would rather put it out there first before I get messages about it.

Just PLEASE REMEMBER TO BE KIND. I have a heart just like everybody else, and I am sensitive. I enjoy interacting with readers and other writers. Feedback is always appreciated, but rude comments will be blocked.

Obviously, you must be over 18 to read my fics.

Summary: After a few years of being a housewife, Tisa Jordan decided to go back to school. Hoping to find inspiration and a new direction in life, she didn't expect to meet Harry Styles, a handsome British twenty-year-old.

When It Was Written: I started this fic around the end of 2014 when I'd just become a Harry fan, and it was completed in 2015. It was my very first Harry fic.

The Characters and Face Claims: This Harry is 20 (he turns 21 at the end), and Tisa is 32. The girl for the face claim of Tisa was just a model in a random stock photo I found, so I don't know who she is. The character Zack is based on Zayn, and Penny is based on Perrie Edwards. Also, I think I used Ashton Irwin for the face claim of Joey, Liam for Grayson, Olivia Wilde for Justine (complete coincidence, I promise lol), Renee Olstead for Liz, and Lea Michele as Britney. I did not use a face claim for James.

Warnings: age gap (older woman), infidelity, smut, unprotected sex, divorce, angst (LOTS), drinking, mentions of mental abuse and dysfunctional childhood

Number of Chapters: 39 (chapters are a bit short in the beginning because I didn't keep track of word counts back then.)

Posting Time: 10AM CDT

Summary: I'm Harry. I have a mundane job where I sit in a cubicle all day. But things just got better because the hottest babe just started working here. And I'm determined to make her mine, even if just for one night. I'm Roni. I just started this new job, but all I can think about is the hottie in the corner cubicle. I think he likes me too.

When It Was Written: This was started in 2015 and finished in 2017 (it was on hold off and on for a while). It started really with just the urge to write about a cocky Harry and eventually turned into a long story. There is a lot of smut, but it ends up having a lot of drama as well.

The Characters and Face Claims: So, as you can see from the cheeky lil summary, this is written in two points of view. This Harry is based on 2013 Harry, so he's 19. Roni is 27. I don't believe I used any face claims for any of the other characters.

Warnings: age gap (older woman), smut, angst (LOTS) * Just want to add that in both this fic and the one above, the characters have unprotected sex. This was simply an oversight on my part. I was married when I wrote these and had not used a condom in years, so it was simply not on my mind. I got called out for it, don't worry lol.

Number of Chapters: 22

Posting Time: 2PM CDT

Summary: Stacey Barnett is a writer and a single mother. Her hands full with two daughters (one with special needs), a newly published novel, an extroverted best friend and a controlling ex-husband, the last thing she expects is to meet an international pop star.

When It Was Written: I started this story in 2016 when I was going through my own divorce, so it's very personal to me. I didn't actually finish it until 2019. Sometimes you write something that you think is going to be a big hit and when it's not, it kind of crushes your spirit. While I knew this was not for everyone, I think because it was so personal to me, it was hard for me to take any criticism (and it still is, tbh).

The Characters and Face Claims: This is the only one of the three that is about Real Harry. The story takes place when he's just released his first solo album, although in this he never cut his hair, and his movie (which is not named) came out before the album. The face claim for Stacey is Rachelle Lefevre. She is 40. Her bestie Lorelei's face claim is Tabrett Bethell. I did not use any other face claims, although most of the other characters are based on real people in my life - Stacey's daughters are mine, her mom is mine, and her ex-husband is mine. I just changed the names.

Warnings: age gap (older woman), smut, angst, mentions of divorce, autism (child), seizures (child), insecurities, flashbacks, nightmares, mental health issues * Again, this mentions a lot of personal issues I had and was going through at the time. I am not exaggerating when I say this is LOADED with angst. You will get angry at the characters, especially Stacey. But please remember to have a heart, because she's been through a lot and doesn't always react the way you think she should.

Number of Chapters: 33

Posting Time: 6PM CDT

In addition, I also have playlists curated for all of these on Spotify. I will link them on the story pages.

Again, please be kind. But if you have any feedback as I post, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Remember, just because they're older fics doesn't mean you can't comment :).

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[jennagrinsoverml]

hii! any oblivio fics recommendations?

Yesss, so happy to rec fics for my favourite episode!! 💕💕💕

the wonderful part of the mess that we made by heresie_irisee

They knew.

They knew, and there would be no magical reset button for the memories they'd made today. She'd have to  see him at school every day, and she'd see the Chat in him, as surely as  he'd see the Ladybug in her.

One-shot. This is such a great alternate take on Oblivio!! The mutual pining is so, so, so good! Especially love Marinette struggling to assimilate Adrien’s identities and Adrien’s obliviousness. There's a reason this is one of my absolute favourite fics in the fandom.

breath of fate by @11paruline44

Was it really True Love's Kiss that broke Dark Cupid's spell? Marinette is, of course, an absolute mess in the wake of the akuma in which she kissed Chat Noir. But, amidst her embarrassment and copious internal screaming, her mind is too curious not to wonder. Overwhelmed by four opponents at once amidst the Puppeteer's attack, one of them being her own Chat Noir, the idea pops into her head: If True Love's Kiss worked once, who's to say it wouldn't work again?

One-shot. I'm OBSESSED with the premise of this fic! I love the use of true love's kiss, love the angst and the messy feelings and the reveal with Oblivio and I don't want to spoil it, but this fic left me with the biggest smile on my face!!!

Panicked Thoughts and Needed Talks by jillie_chan

After the kiss, in that moment everything was perfect. And then that moment ended. OR Chat Noir: You remember too? Ladybug: *pterodactyl screeching*

Multi-chapter. An alternate ending for Oblivio where they remember everything and react appropriately (lol). This is such fun and so cute and I really enjoyed it!

memory restoration by @raibo888

Alternate ending to Oblivio. What if Ladybug and Chat Noir regain their memories after defeating Oblivio?

One-shot. This one is super cute and I loved it!

Small Talk by @lnc2

All she wanted was a cup of coffee.

One-shot. Another "what if they remembered" take on Oblivio, but this is set a little after the episode, rather than in the immediate aftermath, which sets it apart. I just love the dynamic here.

Visceral by word_devourer

Neither Adrien nor Marinette has the slightest idea what happened when Oblivio attacked. All each of them knows is that they've been left with an aching love-sickness that they can't seem to shake.

One-shot. This fic is so cool! It really messed with my head but like in a good way. Definitely different than most Oblivio fics!

Amnesiac? More like Amnesi-Chat by therealjanebingley

Oblivio's back, and this time only Chat Noir gets hit. Based on his limited knowledge and the way Ladybug acts towards him, he makes some assumptions.

One-shot. This is hilarious. From Chat’s genuine glee about his superheroes to Ladybug’s affectionate indulgence to having Chat provide an “outside perspective” on Ladybug’s non-platonic behaviour towards him to the teasing… I could see this actually happening in an Oblivio 2.0 episode.

The Open Line by @sariahsue

"Maybe, Cat Noir admitted as Oblivio knocked him back once again, maybe it was his fault. Just a little. But in his defense, Ladybug was at the top of her game today, and it was absolutely irresistible." An Oblivio alternate ending, where she never learns his identity but remembers what it was like to fall in love with him, and how she slowly falls in love with him all over again. (More like a PG than a G.)

Multi-chapter. This one starts as an Oblivio alternate ending, but it develops out into so much more and is a really gorgeous ladynoir love story.

[mrheymister]

Snippet Sunday (except I'm posting on Saturday lol)

Currently messing with an Arthur-centric companion piece to "Among the Wolves" for my Blood and Circumstance series. I love Isaac, but we're taking a wee break from him for now. Rotating the Blorbos keeps them fresh.

It's nice posting a long, finished chapter and seeing the response. But that can take me weeks, and the work and writing that goes into it can be lonely without someone to share the process with. I'm hoping that by posting weekly WIP checks here, I can have more fun with the process. So please feel free to drop your thoughts!

Working title for this one is "My Sins Keep Howling After Me". By the time it goes up on Ao3 it'll be this big multi-part affair, leading us through Arthur's early life and relationships all the way to the events of "Among the Wolves". For now though, have a lil 3.5k words baby Arthur with his Momma. TW animal death, child abuse, parental death.

It's been said among mothers and midwives that a child who comes into the world quietly is special, though the reasoning why is up for some debate. Some would argue that a child who does not cry is weak and not long for the world. Others say an infant is silent when they know their destiny, and are content with it. Others still insist that an infant's cry is a ward against evil spirits and other nefarious actors, and that one who fails to cry will be dogged by misery and loss all their life.

Arthur Morgan is born on a bitterly cold night in January of 1863. He does not cry. Instead, his mother holds him close to her breast and weeps for him. 

-

It is April of 1865. The Confederate Army has just surrendered. All throughout the southern United States, newly freed slaves spread the word across the plantations. They raise their arms to the sky to thank the lord. Some leave the plantations in search of lost family. Others kill a boar, or a turkey, or their former master. The liquor pours freely and they drink and dance and feast the night away. 

Several states away, Arthur Morgan is oblivious to their joy. He is two years old and he has yet to see any of the world away from his mother's side. They're out in the yard of their one-room shack, enjoying the breeze of one of the first warm days after a long winter. It is not the first such shack they've lived in during his short life, and it will not be the last.

His mother hums a tuneless song as she flits across the grass, stooping every now and then to collect a couple wildflowers or throw away a broken branch. The breeze tickles what flyaway strands of brown hair aren't secured in her heavy bun. Her face is young and open, almost glowing in the late morning sun, and she can't help but smile everytime she turns around to check on her boy sitting sullenly in the grass, pulling at the blades with his fat little fists. He smiles too, when she catches his eye. He only smiles for her.

-

It is July of 1866. Arthur is three years old, and while he knows he loves Momma, he's not quite sure what to make of Daddy. 

Momma loves talking to him, answering his many questions like why is the sky blue? She sings him songs and tells him stories. She always gives him the best bits of food, and on the days where there's no food, she rubs a hand over his belly to soothe the ache of his hunger.

Arthur always sleeps tucked against Momma, on the floor more often than not, but sometimes they get a roll or a blanket and every once in a while, a bed. Having a bed makes Momma very happy, but Arthur doesn't like it so much. It's too soft and squishy, and when he's falling asleep it feels like he's just falling. 

Daddy doesn't talk to him much. A lot of the time it seems to Arthur like Daddy'd rather not be there at all. Arthur doesn't understand why, and it makes him sad. He sleeps separate from them. Usually, whenever there's a bed, Daddy takes it, and leaves Momma and him on the floor.

Sometimes the three of them go into town together, with Arthur's hand held fast in Momma’s and Daddy trailing some ways behind. Once, he saw another boy with his Momma and Daddy, except the boy's Momma and Daddy both held his hands as he skipped through the street. Arthur watched them for a bit, and then turned to hold his hand out for his Daddy to hold, except Daddy just sneered at him and spit on the ground around his cigarette. Arthur hung his head as Momma gathered him closer.

He can be nice, though, sometimes, rarely. Once, he'd woken to find his back cold. Momma was gone. So Arthur crawled to his feet to find her. He heard laughing outside, so he peeked his head out the door. Momma and Daddy were outside in the grass, all wrapped up together shuffling their feet. Dancing, he realized. He wanted to dance too, so he climbed down the steps and started shuffling his feet next to them. When they saw him, Momma laughed, and Daddy picked him up and put him on his shoulders, and they all just kept dancing, the three of them. Daddy smelled funny. Bitter. The smell of him burned Arthur's nose, but he smiled anyway.

Other times, Daddy comes home mad, real mad. He'll slam through the door and start yelling at Momma, and Momma will start yelling right back, and then they're gathering their things to go find some new shack to live in.

-

It is September of 1867. Arthur is four years old, though he's nearly five. Momma hasn't been feeling very well lately. Last few weeks she's just been more tired, more pale, more thin, more quiet. She'll cook dinner but she doesn't smile like she used to when Arthur eats. Daddy's been giving her the bed more and more, and she's been spending more and more time in it. 

Arthur wants to help, but he doesn't know how, and it frustrates him. Daddy says the best thing is to just leave her to her rest, but even Arthur can't miss the way his brow pinches as he says it, how his shoulders stay hunched as he leans over his folded hands to watch her sleep. 

But Arthur has an idea. He's found a pretty bunny rabbit outside in the bushes, friendly and still as can be. Its fur is soft and cool as he strokes his hands over it. Momma loves telling him stories about bunnies and birds and turtles. Maybe holding the rabbit will make her happy again, the way it's making Arthur happy now.

It kind of smells funny, though. Terrible, actually. However soft its fur is, Arthur doesn't think Momma will appreciate the smell. He wonders if his new friend will mind if he gives it a bath. He asks the rabbit, and it's big, glassy eyes don't even twitch, so he hefts it up and starts trudging his way back to the shack, set on finding the laundry bucket.

Daddy's sat on the steps, smoking a cigarette, though he throws it away and stomps over when he sees Arthur lugging the rabbit.

“What're you doin’ with that thing, boy?” he demands.

Arthur blinks up at him, confused by the anger in his voice. He holds out the rabbit for Daddy to see.

“I made a friend!” he explains proudly. “I was gonna show him to Momma, but he needs a bath first.”

Before he can even blink, the rabbit is wrenched out of his hands. Daddy stands tall over him, holding the rabbit by its feet out of his reach, a disgusted look on his face

“No!” Arthur cries. “Give‘im back!”

Daddy flings the rabbit away. Arthur watches with tears in his eyes as the rabbit sails across the yard before landing somewhere unseen beyond the trees. He balls his little hands into fists as he turns back towards daddy.

“What’d you do that for!” he yells, stomping his foot. “He was gonna make momma happy!”

Daddy gives him a long look. When he doesn't answer, Arthur turns around to go retrieve the rabbit, but a hand on his shoulder stops him.

“That thing is dead, boy,” Daddy growls unkindly. “Don't be bringin’ no dead rotten shit into my house.”

Arthur turns back once more, his eyes wide and wet and curious as he blinks up at Daddy's shadowed figure.

“Dead?” He echoes. “What's dead?”

“The rabbit is, you fool boy, ain't you listenin’ to me?” Daddy snarls, voice going even meaner.

Arthur looks over his shoulder to where Daddy threw the rabbit. He doesn't understand. He doesn't think Daddy understands, either.

“Why's he dead?” He tries again. “Why's dead bad?”

Daddy blows a long breath and shakes his head.

“Dead is… it's like sleepin’” he explains impatiently. “‘Cept you don't wake up no more.”

“But Bunny wasn't sleepin’!” Arthur insists, still not understanding. “His eyes was open! You threw him away and he's not dead!”

“Was he breathin’?” Daddy asks. 

That makes Arthur pause. He'd been rubbing the rabbit's fur. The rabbit was soft and cool and still. Was he breathing? He knows how Momma breathes when she sleeps next to him. He hears it. He feels it. The rabbit was still. The rabbit didn't move.

“No…” he answers uncertainly. 

“Well there you have it,” Daddy says matter-of-factly. “Dead thing's ain't breathe or move. They're dead. And they stay that way. You leave ‘em alone.”

With that he stomps away, leaving Arthur to stare first at his empty hands and then for a while longer at where the rabbit disappeared, some dark and dreadful understanding slowly clicking into place.

He does not sleep well that night, huddled by himself on the floor while Mommy and Daddy share the bed. He keeps trying to hold his breath, because dead things don't breathe and he's trying to understand dead, but then his chest starts to hurt and he can't hold it anymore and he blows it out and sucks in another breath after that to try again. 

He can hear Daddy’s snoring, Momma’s wheezing. Used to be that Momma never wheezed, but Arthur takes comfort in it, knowing that as long as he can hear her, that means she's still breathing, and that means she's not dead, so she won't get tossed out like the rabbit.

-

One morning in November 1867, Arthur wakes up to silence. Daddy had gone to town the day before. He said he was going to find medicine, but he never came back that night, so Arthur crawled into the bed to sleep with Momma while they waited.

Daylight pours into their tiny shack through the single window by the door, weak and feeble, but enough to wake the boy. A cold breeze ruffles the thin, moth-eaten curtain hanging from it. The birds do not sing, making the silence left in the absence of Momma’s comforting wheezing even louder. He shifts under the scrap of blanket, turning to face Momma.

Her eyes are closed, sunken, and she is still. Arthur raises a small hand to her cheek. Her tanned skin is even paler than he's used to seeing lately. Even her cracked lips, parted slightly as they are, have a blueish tint to them. She is cool to the touch.

“Momma,” Arthur whispers, then again, louder, when she doesn't stir. 

He smacks her cheek with his palm, feeling at once sorry and desperate as he does so. Something isn't right.

“Momma!” he tries, over and over. He smacks her face, then starts pulling her hair. “Momma, wake up!”

Momma doesn't move. Momma doesn't breathe. Arthur doesn't understand.

Some time later, after Arthur's exhausted himself crying and pleading, he hears the heavy thuds of Daddy's boots on the porch steps, hears the creak of the door opening. He lifts his head from where he'd nestled against her chest.

“Daddy,” he calls miserably once he sees him, tears flowing anew. “Somethings's wrong with Momma.”

Daddy cocks his head at him, dumps his bag on the table by the door and hurries over. He crouches by the bed, shooing Arthur away with his hand to get a better look. Arthur hesitates to move at first, but then he goes, knowing Daddy can probably help better than him.

Daddy takes Momma’s face between his two big hands. He tilts her head back, then leans his head in so his ear is just under his nose. Daddy holds there a moment, closes his eyes and swallows hard before pulling away. He moves one of his hands down so it caresses her throat, his thumb resting just below her jaw. For a while, he does nothing, just sits there, looking at her. And then–

“Oh, Bea,” he says quietly, ducking his head as he withdraws his hands.

“What is it?” Arthur demands in his small voice. “What's wrong?”

“She's dead,” Daddy grinds out between gritted teeth. “Been that way for a few hours now.”

Hearing the word dead makes Arthur shiver in a way that has nothing to do with the morning chill. He scoots closer to Momma and throws an arm around her middle before laying his head on her chest. Just last night, he'd done the same thing, letting the motions of her breathing and the beating of her heart carry him off to sleep. Only now she is still and silent and cold.

“Dead?” He asks plaintively. “Like the bunny rabbit?”

Daddy raises his head to look at him, confusion playing across his face before an understanding lights in his dull eyes.

“Yeah,” he says flatly. “like the damn rabbit.”

Arthur bites his trembling lip and turns his face to hide in Momma's blouse. He holds her tighter and sniffles around the sob that threatens to choke him. If Momma’s dead like the rabbit was dead, does that mean Daddy's gonna throw her away like he threw the rabbit away? Arthur won't let him.

He can't see Daddy anymore from where he's got his face pressed against Momma. He can hear him though, just standing there, breathing all heavy. After a while he hears his footsteps retreating across the room and out the open door, and another while after that, a stranger sound, like a hiss and then a thud, over and over again.

At length, Arthur detangles himself from Momma and the blanket to creep across the room and peer out the open door. Daddy stands at the edge of the yard, right where the trees meet the open space. Near where he threw the rabbit just a few weeks ago. He's holding a shovel, stooped over a hole he's digging, the mound of dirt next to him getting taller and taller. 

What're you making holes for? Arthur wants to demand. Momma's dead and you're out playin’! We gotta help Momma not be dead!

But when he sees that Daddy's face is wet, he pauses. Arthur doesn't think he's ever seen Daddy cry. Didn't think crying was something Daddy or other men did. He thought, once he got big, that the tears would just stop coming at all. He brings a hand to his face to feel the wet splotches left on his cheeks by his own tears, and then he goes back inside to climb back into bed with Momma.

He lays down facing her. He tries to hold her hand, but her fingers feel all cold and stiff and wrong, so he settles for patting her head instead.

“It's okay, Momma,” he says, shifting to kiss her temple.

Arthur remembers how he got sick last winter, just after he turned four. It was awful, but Momma was always there. When he felt like he was burning on the inside and freezing on the outside, Momma would stroke his hair and kiss his head and tell him everything was okay, just like this, and then he would feel a little better. He doesn't know if he's helping her the same way. She still doesn't move, still doesn't breathe, but he hopes it helps, even if it's just the teeniest tiniest bit. 

He's still petting her head when Daddy comes back in, eyes red and forearms coated in black dirt. Arthur lifts his head to look at him and wrinkles his nose. Momma doesn't like them bringing dirt in the house. If she were awake, she'd be yelling at him to wash up, but she's not, and Arthur knows better than to try and scold Daddy.

“Arthur,” Daddy barks, pointing at his feet “C’mere.”

Daddy only calls him by name when he's real mad. Arthur cringes, snuggling deeper into Momma’s side. Momma doesn't like Daddy yelling at him either. Arthur wishes she'd quit being dead so she could tell him to stop.

Daddy growls under his breath and makes for the bed. Arthur tenses, clings to the blanket, but it does him no good as Daddy gets his hands under his armpits and none too gently tosses him to the floor. Arthur throws out his hands to break his fall, then cries out in pain as the rough wooden planks scrape his knees and dig splinters into his palms. He sits there on the floor and sniffles, watching the blood well up in his palms before looking back up at Daddy.

“What're you doin’ to Momma?” he gasps.

Daddy's moved her so she's laying flat on her back. Carefully, with a gentleness that is wholly unfamiliar to Arthur, he crosses her arms over her chest before he sets about wrapping her up in the blanket. Arthur manages to get one last look at her face, her features still slack and peaceful, before Daddy's throwing the blanket over her head, tucking the edges around her sides. He seems to hesitate for a moment, then, before he lowers himself to one knee to press his forehead against hers, murmuring something that's too low for Arthur to catch.

Arthur doesn't know why, but something about it alights a panic in him. He hurries to his feet, rushing to fruitlessly beat his fists against Daddy's thigh.

“Stop it!” He yells. “You said t’let her rest! Leave her alone!”

He does not anticipate the back of Daddy's hand striking across his face. The force of it knocks him back onto his side, his eyes watering anew around the burning imprint on his cheek. He presses his own hand to it, gaping back up at Daddy, mouth slack with hurt and fear. Daddy just draws himself back up to his full height to glare down at him, breathing heavy. His face is still wet.

“She is restin’” Daddy says lowly. “Say your goodbye.”

Goodbye?

“Wh-what d’you mean?” Arthur blubbers. “Goodbye? Where’re we goin’? We ain't leavin’ Momma!”

Daddy just shakes his head and turns around to heft up Momma in his arms, still all wrapped up in the faded yellow blanket. He takes a moment to adjust her head so it rests against his shoulder, then without a second glance at Arthur, he starts walking towards the door. 

Arthur watches dumbly as he disappears past the threshold, then he's dragging himself upright to follow, leaning against the doorway to watch.

Daddy's crossing the yard. He’s headed for the big hole he dug. When he gets there, he stops. He just stares at the hole. And then he's kneeling, carefully tucking his feet under him while being careful not to drop Momma. He leans over the hole. He gently lowers her into the earth.

“No!” Arthur wails, rushing forward. 

He knew Daddy would do this. He's throwing Momma away just like he did the rabbit. Arthur can't let him. He has to stop him.

“Momma!” he cries.

He'll jump down into the hole and pull her out. He'll push Daddy down there instead, see how he likes it. And then he'll stay with Momma till she gets better and they can leave Daddy in the hole so he can think about what he's done, and then everything will be okay. 

Except Daddy catches him by the collar before he can fling himself into the hole. He hauls him back and pushes him away, but Arthur won't give up that easy. He can't let Daddy do this to Momma. He won't.

He gets back on his feet and makes to try again, except this time, Daddy whirls around and hits him in the face again, harder than he ever has. Arthur reels back, seeing nothing but white for a moment, feels something hot running down his forehead into his eyes. Suddenly the world is swimming around him. He can't get his feet under him. 

“Goddamnit, boy, she's dead!” Daddy shouts. His voice rings and echoes in Arthur's ears “Don't you understand!? Dead! There's no more helpin’ her now!”

Arthur whimpers and curls up on the ground, tucking his head between his arms. Daddy grumbles something Arthur can't make out. Arthur just squeezes his eyes shut. He feels like he's gonna throw up.

The feeling subsides after a few minutes. The world gradually rights itself. From where Arthur's laying on the ground, he can hear that same hiss thud from earlier. He opens his eyes. Daddy's shoveling the dirt back into the hole, right on top of Momma. He's burying her. Arthur feels like he's gonna be sick all over again.

“No,” he whines, powerless to stop Daddy, though he pleads anyway. “No, Momma, please.”

She's dead, don't you understand? Dead!

Arthur doesn't understand. Or rather, he's unwilling to understand. He stretches a hand out towards the hole, hoping with everything that he can hold hers just one last time.

[paula-in-dreamland]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @errruvande for the tag!! :))

My AO3

How many work do u have on AO3?

Officially 3 - 1 in-progress multichapter, 2 "one-shots" (cause I'll probs expand eventually)

What's your total AO3 word count?

~42k (estimate cause some the stuff being counted towards the word count are from nav pages in the fic)

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I mean if we included ff.net in this...that would be completely different. But we are not. So it's literally the three I've posted:

1. A Game of Revenge and Loyalty (HG AU, Sigtryggr x Stiorra centric) 2. Some News Isn't Meant To Be Shared (Canon Universe, canon divergence, Sigtryggr x Stiorra) 3. Vorres Lille Dukke (Vampire AU, Sigtryggr x Stiorra x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, or at least I try too! I think it's important to engage with your readers when possible to not only thank them but also because engaging with someone about you work is fun! I've been dying to talk to people about my fics so you better believe I am going to take the opportunity when it comes! It's why I post them in the first place!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Maybe Some News Isn't Meant to Be Shared ?? Cause it is fluff, but if you read between the lines and think about what transpires in S5 after that moment...yeah. Angsty/Whumpy as fuck. Other than that, I have yet to write something with a truly angsty ending. Unless you include one of abandoned WIPs on ff.net.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I have a bunch of WIPs with truly happy endings that I'll eventually write/post. Very romcom. Very sweet. As for current? LOL I guess Vorres Lille Dukke ...

Do you write crossovers?

A true crossover where characters from two different fandoms interact? No. But, I have done crossover AUs by putting TLK characters in those universes (a la my Hunger Games fic). And, I guess, you consider some of my fics crossovers in that I draw from Vikings and TLK when worldbuilding. Like Sigtryggr (and Stiorra but we ignore that in modern aus) is descended from Ragnar Lothbrok. So, I tend to draw from that show for depictions of those characters.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not on AO3. But, on ff.net over ten years ago. Broke me. I was 14, 15? Posted my first multi chapter fic. Within the prose, I had littered ANs throughout it rather than keeping it to the beginning and end. Why did I do that? Because I'd see a few other fics in the fandom do it so I figured it was the norm as I was a newbie to writing/fic writing. I think they also had a few other things to say. I end up eventually taking the fic down, and now I think it's fully gone as I don't have it on my laptop anywhere :/ But yeah. Be nice to fic writers. English could be their second/third/fourth language. They could be a preteen or a teenager. They could just be starting out.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HA. HAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Yes. It's mostly M/F. Just recently M/F/F for the first time. As I work through my WIPs, also exploring kinks a bit more. So, more on the vanilla side.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. Don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think someone reached out to me on ff.net to translate one of my fics from ages ago? Have had people ask to print them out before! But not on AO3 (yet)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Okay I VAGUELY remember maybe doing it, or starting to do it 10+ years ago? But I also use to be an avid RPer on here, so uh...yeah we co-wrote a lot of fics that way ;)

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh fuck you can't ask me that. *pulls open junk closet door and gets covered in characters/ships* *Proceeds to grab one at random, then sticks arm out from pile* UH!?!?! THIS ONE?! *holds up Rosalie and Emmett from Twilight*

No, but like in all seriousness: 1. Rosalie/Emmett 2. Stiorra/Sigtryggr 3. Padme/Anakin 4. Kim/Tommy 5. Caroline/Klaus & loads more.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

So, I am really hoping I get to all my WIPs for Sigtryggr/Stiorra because I love them and want to put them in all the scenarios. As for past fandoms/dormant fandoms, I don't think there are any that I want to finish, more so ones that I wish I had given more time too? And now it's too late cause I did not leave myself detailed enough plot notes to trigger my memory? Nor got that far in the first place?

What are your writing strengths?

I think I write some kickass dialogue. I also think I'm decent at writing scenery.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Introspection. is. so. hard. And being concise. And you know...allowing subtext to speak for itself instead of telling the reader directly.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's awesome! But, it can make reading hard if you're not familiar with the language as you have to scroll down to find out what the hell they are saying if it's more than a few words. I also personally think you should stick to languages you actually know/have studied unless it's like a tiny little phrase/nickname. Or, ask someone who actually speaks the language. Because google translate is not reliable lol.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

None currently. But did consider writing a reader fic for Bleach at one point lmao.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

I don't have a favorite because the one that would probably be my fave isn't written yet ;) But, I tend to like all of my fics even the poorly written ones from when I was 14/15.

Tagging: @azriona @holy3cake @ladyaldhelm @whitedarkmoonflower @gemini-mama and anyone else who writes :)

[acourtofthought]

So I know that SJM and Bloomsbury has stated that the book acotar books after acowar we’re going to be stand alone romances(feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about that). Each one that follows a different couple and their journeys. I was wondering do you think that could’ve changed? Not the romance part, but the part where it follows just two characters.

Because I’ve been seeing a lot of theories(don’t worry I know there’s like a 98% chance none of theories will come true. Lol but let’s talk theoretically for a bit) that make so much sense and does sound like something Sarah would write. But I can’t see it being a background story in someone else’s book. It just seems like to big of plotline to happen in the background imo(but who knows anything can happen). Which makes me wonder if the stand alone thing could’ve been changed so the build on this type of story, instead of just rushing through it in someone else’s story.

Lol I just realize I forgot to mention theory. It’s the theory that since Nesta now has Gwyndion and Truth-Teller, that’s she gonna somehow use that to bring back the Dust Court and become its new High Lady/Queen.

I think because the spin-offs being standalone romances following one couple per book is the pitch Sarah made to Bloomsbury when they signed her for them she has to stick with that as it's in the contract. It would also be a bit strange to go from Feyre's POV in three books (with a few chapters from Rhys's perspective) to Nesta / Cassian's POV in SF, then suddenly expand into multi POVs. I think it's possible that the new books she was more recently contracted for could turn into a TOG / CC style multi POV series but I think the current ACOTAR spin-offs will continue on as initially planned. Though I am thinking the new books could have something to do with a previous WIP she had called Twilight of the Gods and that would be the continuation of Nesta and the Valkyrie's story. If the Dusk Court is to truly become an island where people live, have jobs, etc., it's not something I see happening on the current timeline. Koschei needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later. Finding an entire people to populate a place and to build homes, shops, etc., seems like it would take more time than the few months that Sarah usually writes as needed to defeat the big bad.