#this drabble is totally an excuse to post the art

[tenthousandyearsx]

Words: 250 Author: tenthousandyears (tumblr | AO3) Rating: T Category: M/M Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Notes: Thanks to the wonderful crazybutgood for the beta!

“Harry,” Hermione says, staring.

“Mate. Anything you want to tell us?”

Harry pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not really, no.”

The sounds of the party can be heard from the other side of Grimmauld Place, and Harry hopes they can just go back to it and completely ignore the dozens of portraits of Malfoy all over his studio. For a wistful moment, he wonders if he can Obliviate his best friends and get away with it.

“Is this the moment we find out you’ve been pining for the git since Fifth Year?” Ron asks, distressed.

“Pining for whom?” a voice drawls from just outside the room, and they all freeze.

Harry looks up to find that Malfoy has stilled on the threshold, eyes wide. Well, fuck.

“Good luck,” Hermione whispers, squeezing Harry’s shoulder before both she and Ron scamper out of the room, leaving Harry alone with Malfoy.

Embarrassment washes over Harry. How creeped out is Malfoy right now? Harry wonders if he can Obliviate him, too.

“I – I paint,” Harry says, swallowing, hoping that explains things.

“Since when?” Malfoy asks, a bit breathless. Then he seems to decide he doesn’t need to know, because he’s crossing the room in three quick steps and he’s suddenly so close that Harry can’t breathe. 

“Am I misreading this?” 

Harry lets out a noise and shakes his head.

“Good.” Malfoy says, sliding a hand up the nape of Harry’s neck. He tilts Harry’s head forward and presses a kiss on his lips.

--- Here on AO3

[darlingandmreames]

2021 Fic in Review

Last year I did my first ever “Fic in Review” post and really enjoyed being able to look back on all the various stories I’d written over the year, so I’ve decided to do the same thing again this year! Writing fic is something I find a lot of joy in, so it’s nice to look back and see just how much I’ve created over what was, at times, a very crazy and stressful year. 

Tagging @oceans-foundfamily @hazelestelle @finelydressedspacemen @hixystix @iamanonniemouse and anyone else who’s interested!

Total Number of Fics: 22

Total Wordcount: 142,769

Fandoms: Inception (20 fics), Star Wars: Rebels (2 fics)

Most Popular Fic (by bookmarks): Worth the Trouble (44 bookmarks)

Most Popular Fic (by kudos): Carry Me Like a Secret (282 kudos)

Favourite Fic: Between Two Lungs. This is the longest fic I’ve ever published and I’m super proud of it! I had a really fun time with the character dynamics, and it was great working with @rainbyotes and having their amazing artwork as part of the final product!

A month-by-month fic timeline (with occasional commentary lol) is below the cut ^-^ Happy new years to everyone, and happy creating!

January

Louvre (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 1.2k):  As much as he hated being this tired, Arthur loved days like this. Days where they both stayed in, neither getting dressed, drinking coffee and sitting on the couch together, absorbed in their own tasks. Domesticity had never been something he'd cared for much, but it was different with Eames. It always had been.

February

Happy Endings (Inception, T, Arthur/Eames, 1.7k):  People like them didn’t have happy endings. Eames knew that, and he knew Arthur knew that. But Arthur was stubborn, more so than anyone else Eames had met. Stubborn enough to insist the rest of the world was wrong. It was one of the many reasons Eames had fallen in love with him in the first place.

No One Knows (Until Everyone Knows) (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 3.3k):  How each of the team members found out about Arthur and Eames, and the one time they didn't care if anyone knew.

Carry Me Like a Secret (Inception, T, Arthur/Eames, 6k):  Arthur was very particular about his space and being touched, and certainly wasn't one to let people pick him up. But he supposed every rule had its exceptions

Worth the Trouble (Star Wars: Rebels, G, Kallus/Zeb, 21k): After the Battle of Atollon, Kallus found himself trying to adjust to a new life on an unfamiliar base with very few friends. But maybe not without a few, even if it took him a little to accept it

Shoutout to @79chevyimpala for the wonderful and absolutely ADORABLE art for this fic!!

Solasta (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 372 words):  All the words people used to describe Arthur were accurate, but none of them were right

I didn’t actually originally intend to publish this one on ao3, it was just a tumblr drabble in response to a prompt. I ended up really liking how it turned out, though, so here we are!

March

Lassulus (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 646 words): Arthur was tired. And not just the tired that came from an annoying job or a long flight. He was tired of this, of all of this. He needed a break.

Different Languages (But I Understand You All The Same) (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 2k): Extraction was full of broken people. But perhaps, every once in a while, their broken edges were less like shards of glass and more like puzzle pieces

This one was really fun to write. I like introspective looks at characters’ vulnerabilities and insecurities, and this was literally just 2k of that lol (with a happy ending)

Blurring the Lines (So Tell Me What You Want) (Inception, E, Arthur/Eames, 7.5k):  When Eames had learned that Arthur would be undercover on the job as well he'd assumed that meant he'd be there as another potential business partner of Fischer's. That was very much not what he found, however.

This one was fun. Unquestionably the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, it started out as an excuse to write Arthur wearing a mesh crop top and just spiraled from there. It’s also the fic that got me back into drawing (thanks again to the image of Arthur in a mesh crop top lol) so that was great too!

April

Comedown (Inception, T, Arthur/Eames, 3.4k):  Arthur leaned into the contact, resting his face in the cook of Eames' neck and bringing a hand up to grip the front of his shirt. The movement made the pain in his ribs flare but he didn't care, couldn't care. Eames felt solid, felt grounded and secure in surroundings that were starting to feel far too real.

Up the River (But At Least We Have a Paddle) (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 7k): Eames pulled back slightly, giving Arthur a quick once over to look for obvious injuries. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I-I don’t think so.”

Eames nodded. Arthur’s eyes were wide and his breathing was rapid and uneven as he gripped the sleeves of Eames’ jacket with white knuckles. Eames couldn’t see any blood though and Arthur didn’t look overtly injured, so he was willing to take it. He could check in again later to make sure, but right now the first priority had to be getting Arthur into something warmer and drier. “Do you think you can walk alright?” Arthur nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay, my pack’s just a little upstream. Let’s get back to it and get you into some dry clothes before you freeze half to death.”

June

Gestalt (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 4.3k): Arthur always thought falling in love was something that happened all at once, but he fell in love with Eames bit by bit

July

Blue Lights on the Runway (I Love the Colour of it All) (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 852 words): Arthur loved Prague, but that wasn't why he was going

Between Two Lungs (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, Arthur & Ariadne, 51.8k): Arthur had figured a system out. He'd learned to hide his coughs and clear his throat discretely, figured out which brands of cough suppressant worked best, learned to ignore the cloying floral taste that seemed to linger in the back of his throat no matter what he did. He'd learned not to work in August because August was when dahlias bloomed and that made hiding his symptoms harder than he wanted to put up with. It was fine. Not great, but fine. But then Ariadne reached out with a late summer job and Arthur knew she didn't have the connections to find another pointman if he said no. Besides, it would be a quick and easy job. He'd managed to hide his symptoms from Eames for almost four years- he could hide them for another month. Right?

In which Hanahaki disease is a chronic illness stemming from unspoken feelings, and Arthur is maybe a bit of an idiot.

August

Aftermath (Star Wars: Rebels, G, Kallus/Zeb, 4.7k): Kallus was no stranger to the aftermath of violence. It was an ugly, unpleasant thing, with none of the glory that people who had never experienced it like to ascribe to it. He'd sat through it countless times and knew exactly what to expect in the quiet following the battle over Atollon. That didn't make it any easier though

September

Nowhere To Go But Everywhere (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 5.2k):  Eames had never liked motorcycles but he did like Arthur, which turned out to be a bit of a conflicting set of views

That Still Only Counts as One (Inception, G, Athur/Eames, 2k): Arthur was never one to back down from a challenge

This is the crackiest thing I’ve ever written and I had so much fun. I wrote it on a whim at 3am after doing a LotR extended edition marathon and talking on the Inception discord about Arthur and Eames as Legolas and Gimli.

L’Appel du Vide (Inception, M, Arthur/Eames, 5.6k): They weren't meant to live like this. To die like this, over and over and over again. There were few things in life Arthur was certain of, but that was one of them

And, directly following the crackiest fic I’ve ever written, is probably the saddest fic I’ve written, even if it does end on a more hopeful note. I kept on thinking about the toll long-term dreamshare would take on someone and when I discovered the phrase “l’appel du vide” (literally “call of the void”) I knew I had to write a fic on it

October

The Smallest of Grand Gestures (Inception, G, Arthur & Yusuf, 1k): Vulnerability and personal information were closely guarded secrets in the world of dreamsharing, and to be trusted with those things wasn't something Yusuf took lightly

November

Stranger in the Mirror (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 1.7k): Eames didn't dream anymore, and he certainly didn't have nightmares. But that didn't mean years of wearing other people's faces hadn't left its mark

December

Schwellenangst (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 1.6k): They’d known each other for a number of years by now, and Eames had gone from not being able to stand Arthur to respecting but still not liking him to considering him a friend over that time. He’d never thought about it much; it had just been the natural progression of working together. It was different, though, almost having lost Arthur. It changed things.

This was actually a follow-up to the first Inception fic I ever wrote. It’d been sitting in my drafts for literally over a year so I figured it was time to actually finish it khjsgdsk

Like No Other (Pretty Damned Good as You Are) (Inception, G, Arthur/Eames, 10.8k): Eames was different. He always had been, and he knew he probably always would be. But, just maybe, different didn't have to mean bad.

First daemon fic I’ve ever written! I wrote it on a bit of a whim (when I SHOULD have been working on another fic oops) but I ended up really liking how it turned out

[koocycle]

if not forever | jk drabble

pairing. jungkook x reader

summary. “i wanted to be with you for a long time, if not forever. you ruined that. you ruined many things.”

wc. 1.6k

warnings. none

a/n. kinda messy post break up drabble. wrote this in one go and did not (!!) proof read nor edit ahaaa my sincere apologies if this is the worst thing u ever read

masterlist

“what’s so funny?”

your voice comes out a little harsher than you had officially intended to and for some odd reason, you had hoped to throw him off guard with it. however, the same beautiful yet forced grin keeps its place on his face. the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes yet he makes no effort into erasing it, maintaining his gaze on the plates of seafood in front of him.

“i’m sorry, i don’t mean to laugh at you,” he speaks with his mouth still stuffed with the fried shrimps you ordered earlier, showing you he kept his old habits you always told him to get rid off. “but it’s kinda funny to me.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lie as you reposition yourself in your seat. he doesn’t need to see it, but he knows your fingers are nervously fumbling with the edge of the table cloth.

“you do, though.” the man in front of you places his chopsticks neatly back in place whilst speaking, still not making any eye contact.

“you don’t even like the dude. you’re making him look ridiculous sitting here.” he dares to state out loud, chewing on the last remains in his mouth.

the urge to roll your eyes at the man is getting stronger, and at first you decide to not give him the satisfaction of an answer. you have better things to do, you keep repeating to yourself. you don’t have time for such childish acts, you decide. that until he speaks up again.

“what even was that story about? dude keeps talking about his art galleries and shit. as if you could care less.” he snickers cockily into the warm air.

“drop it, jeongguk.”

“oh and don’t get me started on when he began to show off his paintings.” he huffs, “he was literally fishing for compliments. couldn’t be more obvious.” he continues on, taking another sip of his sparkly water. “he thinks he’s the shit because he owns a pair of designer shoes and a gucci bag.”

“excuse me, taehyung is a very fine man. thank you very much.” you snap at him, not taking his harsh words any longer.

“sure.” he holds his hands up in the air. “i’m just saying, he isn’t what you’re looking for.”

“and what am i looking for, jeongguk?” you ask almost immediately, fed up with his attitude and big ego. “since you know me so well, tell me everything about it.”

“i’m not trying to invade your life, since you decided i shouldn’t be a part of it any longer-”

you hold your finger up in the air, shushing him mid-sentence, “give me a minute to take notes, yeah?”

a beat of silence passes through the both of you, each of you way too stubborn to break the intense eye contact you are sharing. bubbles of laughter erupt on the tables beside yours, happy couples and families making the most out of their night, the tense atmosphere on the table next door going completely unnoticed by them.

and for the first time this night, you and jeongguk are actually, sincerely looking at each other. the previous hour before taehyung excused himself to the bathroom was filled with awkward small talk and tacky glances that didn’t last any longer than a second.

you didn’t plan to find your ex in this restaurant this exact night. fuck, you didn’t plan to see him ever again, you assured yourself it was better for your own mental health. and when your tinder date decided to meet up at his favorite restaurant? what would you do then? you’d go nonetheless. because what were the odds of seeing the one person you didn’t bet on seeing tonight? the chances were small, that for sure, but with your luck, you should’ve seen it coming.

and what would you do when your ex introduced himself to your new date as an old friend of yours? of course you’d sit down at his table. of course you would, because your prince charming for the night was a beautiful social butterfly. as talented as he is, as breathtaking as he looks, it wasn’t enough and he just had to be social enough to accompany this so called old friend on his table.

“i just don’t get how you can date him.” he sighs into the air, leaning back in his chair with a huff.

“he seems like a cool person to be around, whether or not he reaches your standards,” you say, slumping down your own seat now. “and we’re not dating.”

“you’re going on dates with him.” he corrects himself. “and you bring him to places i’ve been bringing you to the past three years?”

you hate the sharp edge to his tone. you hate the desperate search for answers which is evident in his voice. you hate it. you caused it, you’re aware. and the pang in your chest grows each second of taehyung’s absence.

“how could you throw us aside like that?”

his voice is booming loud and clear through your ears, and even though you had been expecting this question sooner or later tonight, you still hadn’t figured out a solid answer for him. you wish you had.

“did those three years mean nothing to you?” he has so many questions bottled up inside of him, so many questions he has collected over the past months, unable to form any solid answers himself - so now that you’re in front of him, he has to take his chances, no?

the sight of you not making any eye contact is irritating him, though. he doesn’t see, but he knows you’re staring at your fumbling fingers under the table, folding the edges of the napkin placed on your lap. your pretty lips are shut tight, the beautiful toothy smile he was once able to appear on your face, has disappeared. your silence is killing him.

“did they mean nothing to you?” he asks again, his voice slightly cracking halfway.

you feel his stare burning on your face, you hear the way he holds his breath for a few seconds. and it pains you. “they did. they still do.”

“then why did we stop? we were perfect together.” his voice lowers a few octaves, “we were perfect.”

“jeongguk..”

“i planned to stay with you for a long time, if not forever.” he says, unable to keep his stares away from you. he hates how you’re able to stay so silent, proving all the assumptions that had been swerving in his mind to be right. he wants to yell at you for being so calm, he wants you to know how he’s been feeling the past couple of months. like total shit.

he loves you so much. he loves you so much that it hurts. he loves you so much that he wants you to go through the pain he’s been going through. he may know it’s selfish, but the way you’re sitting there, slumped onto your seat, giving him answers filled with silence - he doesn’t care no more. doesn’t want to care.

“don’t say stuff like that, guk. you don’t mean that.” you rub your temples in a tired manner. “we both know that wasn’t going to work with the way things were going between us.”

they way his name leaves your lips in such an unfamiliar manner makes his head spin.

“you thought it wasn’t going to work.” he snaps, and loudly so, making a few heads turn in your direction. “you thought so many things and you made a rashed decision that isn’t better for neither of us.”

he continues on, “i wanted to stay with you for forever. you ruined that - you ruined many things. you ruined the beautiful things we had.” he rambles, and you can feel your heart beat against your ribcage now. “i bet you didn’t even think twice about the break up. bet you just went up and left. probably for this guy too. you didn’t care - you don’t care about those years. you’re selfish.”

“you gotta stop it, guk.”

“i have to remind myself to not be sad when i go home to an empty house when i leave work.” he says, an accusing finger pointing your way. “i loved you and you didn’t give two shits. i have to wake up and go to bed with a shit feeling whilst your out here going on dates with guys you barely know?”

you catch your breath in your throat. you want him to know how much he meant to you - how much he still means to you. how you’re going through it as well. you’re not sure if he’d still believe you, considering the circumstances you were in.

“i’m going through it as well, jeongguk. i swear i am. just as much as you.” you reach for his hands resting on the table, needy for some contact.

he pulls himself away from you, though. so your hands fall on the wooden table in defeat. “this is as hard for me as it is for you. but i had to do this. what we had wasn’t healthy.”

he nods as if he understands you. he doesn’t. his lips purse and his glossed eyes are the last thing you see before he tears his gaze away and grabs his stuff on the chair next to him.

“you don’t understand.” he mumbles, right before he goes up and leaves.

you call out for him a couple more times, but he’s not listening, so you watch him from afar, just until you hear the heavy door of the restaurant go to a shut.

and you cry.

[zinzinina]

Time to Shine Thursday

This tag game was created in hopes of reaching at least a few people and creating more awareness for the creator-side of tumblr. Time to Shine Thursday is inspired by these posts and meant to be for all artists alike: writers, editors, poets, GIF makers, cartoonist etc. This is me giving you all an excuse to show off!

Only rule: Be as thirsty for attention as you want to be! Link one of your old fics/art pieces or one that didn’t get enough attention, link a work you loved to create or share a draft from your newest WIP. Or do all of these. Be greedy. Show your art. Crave attention. Be proud. And don’t forget to give your friends an excuse to show off theirs!

Additional note: Please consider dropping one of your favorite hidden gems by an other author along with your own work so others can enjoy it as well and so that it doesn’t stay buried any longer!

oops, it is no longer thursday 🤡 but i’m very belatedly getting to this now! thanks so much for the tag, @puirell! to be totally honest, engagement has actually been p. low & a bit disheartening recently so i’ll just drop the most recent things i’ve pushed out that i thought weren’t too bad:

angsty drabble feat. echo and rex (set during the bad batch — no warnings apply)

nsfw headcanons (the bad batch & an inexperienced f!reader, explicit)

oneshot request (hunter x f!reader, explicit)

tagging some creators who should all definitely give themselves a big shoutout: @clanoffetts, @milf-thrawn-nuruodo, @parkotedarasuum, @the-siren-writes-it, @lesbobiwan, @janghoefett, @delusionsxfgrandeur, @rexsjaigeyes, @aenaxes, @thefact0rygirl, @mandaloriandin, @aesnawan, @sgtdogmastyle, @star-wars, @thiccumz, @smoldjarin, @dreamydroid, @justanotherstarwarswhore, @loth-wolffe, @samrubio, @saradika, @ladyopress, @lilhawkeye3, @writeforfandoms, @shiny-mando and you, if you’re reading this x

[smallameangel]

Master writing post!

I write. I write a lot.

I feel like I haven’t put my writing out there enough, so here it is, in one big, nice to find spot.

Please let me know if links break and I'll fix them asap! ;3

Undertale!!!

My Undertale writing features Frans (romantic/platonic/etc.) so make sure to read the tags if you want more info before you delve in.

UnderSOUL (My main AU, VitaeTale. Chp 33 posted 6/20/23!? No more hiatus! We're full steam ahead me mateys! :D arg there be smut in this one!)

Fransweek Drabbles! (Most of these drabbles are just fun, random Frans things, but there are two chapters dedicated to VitaeTale hiding in previous years, but I dedicated the 2022 prompts all to them! My new, totally not meant-to-make AU, TroupeTale, is all in the 2021 prompts!)

The Beach… Do you want to cry? Do you want your heart to squeeze painfully? Do you want to feel like it’s hard to breathe? Read this. >:3 (Complete.)

Bayonetta

Scent (Drabble just for fun. Complete.)

Yu-Gi-Oh!

The Oath (Complete.) Part 1 of my dumb stupid need to make Yuugi and Atem happy somehow. A drabble from the Queen of Egypt’s perspective.

The Plea (Complete.) Part 2 of my dumb stupid need to make Yuugi and Atem happy somehow. A drabble from Goddess Mut’s perspective.

The Promise (Complete.) Part 3 of my dumb stupid need to make Yuugi and Atem happy somehow. A drabble from Mama Yuugi’s perspective. Vague… (Chp 13 posted 7/22/22) Part 4 of my dumb stupid need to make Yuugi and Atem happy somehow. A series of drabbles that take place between The Promise and An Oath Fulfilled. Stuffed with Puzzleshipping. ;p

PuzzleJune 2022 ~ Two Stars ~ (Complete.) Part 4.5 of my dumb stupid need to make Yuugi and Atem happy somehow. A series of drabbles that take place within Vague. I really just wanted an excuse to explore their relationship more in the canonically dead space between the Battle City Tournament and their trip to Egypt...

An Oath Fulfilled (Chp 32 posted 7/22/22) Part 5 of my dumb stupid need to make Yuugi and Atem happy somehow. Features Puzzleshipping/Blindshipping. 

Twelve Days of Christmas (Complete.) Part ??? of my dumb stupid need to make Yuugi and Atem happy somehow. (this story takes place post DSOD; there are at least two major stories that I need to write between Vague and this one…) They’re happy now, but even innocent questions —and their lack of answer— can have unintended consequences… ;)

Clouds. (Complete.) A present for @codedredalert for breaking me with their art. Features Tendershipping and sadness. Cry with me please.

An Unfulfilled Wish (Complete.) A gift for @chiazu for haunting me with their nightmarish dream. Features Wishshipping and a hint of Puzzle. Writing this one made me sad. :(

Dream (Complete.) Another side to @shinayashipper’s Perfect. Features unrequited Puzzleshipping! Why does angst come to me so easily? Is it because I was born on a Wednesday?

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Feral Fatality

(Part 1)

So this has been in my works for a week now. You see, it was a typical day for me scrolling through Tumblr and visiting some....tags, and then a short drabble inspired me to write about a feral reader totally not because I was craving violence and murder no, which reached more than 4k words on the first draft so here we are! Shitty title, I know. The proofread work went over 7k, and it's not even finished yet. Once I'm done posting this and my main orc fic, I will get into the requests so please be patient!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Brief blood and violence at the end of the first part

Contains: Swearing, mentions of neglect and abuse (not graphic)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Screams slit through the twilight as the frigid autumn wind blew harshly through the trees of Camp Crystal Lake. The rustling of bushes and cracking of twigs echoed as foolish teenagers attempted to escape, running for their lives when they were the ones who dared step foot in the place, tarnishing it with their sins.

Jason Voorhees, the innocent kid who died several years ago; pushed to the lake by his bullies and left to drown for being different and unsightly— all because the counselors were busy with their fucking business—, returned as an undead killing machine right after his mother murdered them and died. His sole purpose: to protect the land and purge the people who had no right to be here, sentencing them to a horrendous death.

One by one, they struck the ground, lifeless, either chopped into pieces, beheaded, or stabbed countless times by his trusty machete.

Limbs...ripped off with his bare hands.

-

The muffled snapping of branches reached your ears as the vehicle's wheels ran over them, stirring you from your nap. You rubbed your chilled skin under your clothes as you looked out of the window, thumping your forehead on the glass when you leaned forward the moment you saw the scenery. Trees, both ancient and young, their leaves varying in hues of green, orange and red, filled your line of sight. It was still early in autumn, your favorite time of the year, not hot but not too cold either. You watched in awe as the warm-colored leaves cascaded down from the branches and down to the ground, some carried by the wind farther from their origin.

The view did its best to distract you from a couple in session a seat before yours. They always seem to do that all the time, regardless of place or occasion.

This was a week-long getaway after graduation, they said.

Nothing but a white lie.

An excuse for the girls to hook up with their campus crushes, a week of fucking and smoking drugs.

You, however, just got invited —forced— by your "friend" Eloiza, the self-proclaimed hottest girl in the entire school, typical captain of the cheerleading squad; blonde and curvy. Her words were much too sugar-coated that even a deaf person could tell she had ulterior motives.

She only planned to use you as a tool to raise her fame. A stepping stone for her own gain.

That wasn't the only reason though.

Everyone knew who you were, but only by your name. News and rumors alike spread like wildfire through gossipy mouths. Your deeds were known throughout campus.

(Y/N)(L/N), top academic competitor and multiple-award winner, a straight-A student for five years in succession. Some believed you were a genius, the rest called you insane.

You wouldn't call yourself a genius though, you did not possess the obsessive need to acquire eternal knowledge and discover the secrets of the universe as most of them do, to effortlessly solve every problem that comes their way.

If that were the case, then you wouldn't be here in the first place.

You only love learning and indulging in the beauty of Mother Nature, plus a handful of hyper-fixations.

Fine, a buttload of hyper-fixations. And such came in handy in various situations.

You were unrivaled, not one of your peers could come close to your level of wit. Many people wished to have a brain like yours, and just as many hated you for even having one, praised you just as much as slandered your name and judged you.

Despite your reputation, the poor school didn't broadcast it, at least every time. The staff probably got tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. Which caused more than half of the whole campus to never believe you to be the one behind all of that, laughing at your face when you said your name.

"You? The (Y/N) (L/N)? Ha! As if I'd fall for that! Everyone knows how she looks. You're the absolute opposite!"

"You got to be kidding me."

"You're a joker, aren't you? Is this a prank? If so please stop it, don't pretend like you're her."

Yep, and it goes on and on and on. They were right, you didn't look like someone who would win contests or excel in class.

You constantly wore clothes that hid your form, silent unless spoken to or asked to answer, distant and reserved, you preferred the company of books and nature to the rowdiness and prying hands of humans. A sociopath they deemed you. Quite an extreme word to use when you simply wanted to enjoy the only things that made you happy in this living hell.

You only know a handful of people who approached you first-hand and praised you genuinely, even asking for an autograph, which really surprised you.

Yet, they would never understand you even if you explained, because you can't, words evade you when it comes down to voice out what you feel. Even if you can, no one would care. And even if they did? You doubt it was real. Everyone wants to use you, and they seem to believe you'd let them. You didn't trust anyone. The last time you did only left you sobbing on the dirt.

You wanted to be left alone.

To connect with nature and get as far away as possible from your parents. Parents who kept shouting profanities at each other, the main cause for your depression and anxiety levels to skyrocket, the shaking turning into trembling, 7 hours of sleep to barely a blink.

That's why you agreed to go in the first place.

You hated your household—despised it— a mess of broken shards of bottles and ceramics littered your kitchen floor more often than not. You didn't bother cleaning it up anymore, your mother would just waste away her money on more things to break and throw them at your joke of a father when they fought anyway.

Not only that, you thought...No, you believed if you worked hard to be the best and win countless competitions, your parents would give you recognition and reconcile for your sake, but no, no, no. They didn't care one bit about you or your medals, it was as if you were never even included in their lives at all. Even birthday celebrations ceased to exist in everyone's books after your 13th.

So you gave up.

Down into the void, your wishful thinking went, that they'll become better people over time, that the attention and love you deserve will be given one day. Instead, you wallowed yourself in your studies, besting everyone in everything academic. Oh, but you weren't athletic. Far from it. Damn, you were getting thin and sleep-deprived from being neglected, dark circles under your eyes every time you looked at your reflection. People hating your existence wasn't helping, some teachers even suspected you of cheating.

There's no way in hell you'd let yourself get dragged down to end up like them! You were of legal age now, a fresh graduate from high school, you doubt your parents even knew that since they didn't fucking show up on your graduation day. You were moving out of that shithole of a town. Anywhere is better than where they breathed and spat their poison.

And so here you are. Standing in this breath-taking and mysterious place. Camp Crystal Lake, it is named, secluded, barely touched by modernization as it is hidden between mountains and trees as far as the eye could see. Not to mention its namesake, the lake, you imagined it would mirror the sky, be it day or night. You loved it, you adored the fresh, breathable air that went through you the moment you stepped out of the van.

You also knew about him.

Resolved to never go back to that goddamned house, you took everything you had and needed; the special little trinkets you've collected through the years shoved into a box, the few clothes you had, art materials, and your precious books carefully packed inside a big travel bag, along with your stocked up canned goods, convenience food, snacks, and toiletries.

And other, important things.

You hauled your baggage out of the van and got off, immediately moving to the side and away from everyone.

You got used to people ignoring you that you didn't care anymore.

Why waste your time with them when you can have all of it to yourself?

Eloiza led the group into the larger cabins, the others went straight into the lake for a swim. You even notice some teens disappear into the trees, most likely for a quickie.

In return, you stayed out of their way, fully satisfied being invisible and with your own company as you trudged to a cabin, the one you caught a glimpse of earlier in the van. It was a long way's separated from the rest, closest to the forest and hidden behind a few trees.

You were panting when you finally stopped in front of it, clearly not used to walking long distances and carrying stuff near as heavy as your weight.

Upon closer inspection, you found yourself gaping at its appearance. The wooden walls lost their color as they aged, white and brown mushrooms grew on the ground along with green moss sticking to the beams, and a few vines crawling their way up and on the roof. Despite all of that, the cabin looked sturdy still.

There's this "one with nature" vibe that drew you to it, like a string pulling you closer and inviting you. Ominous most would say, but you almost cried when the rich scent of earth and oxygen filled your lungs as you took one big inhale, sighing in content for once. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but you didn't care. As long as you were left alone with your stuff you were a-okay.

Perfect.

You turned the knob and peeked inside, letting out a small gasp and opening the door wider to see the whole thing.

Old as it is, it was proper and neat, regardless of the tiny cobwebs on the upper corners. A small, square dining table sat in the middle of the first part of the place, two wooden stools placed underneath. There were cupboards on the wall and a simple sink with an empty space to the side. You went to the next room, doorless and separated with but a wall of thick plywood. It had a single bed in the corner, off-white cotton sheets sitting atop, not a wrinkle in sight. No pillow though. There's a decent-sized closet along with a small table on one side of the bed. One of the windows had a hole in the middle, a ray of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It was too big for the size of a gunshot, so maybe a rock.

A bit hesitant, your fingers traced the wood, feeling the inconsistent texture. When you went through the back door, your smile reached your ears when trunks of trees and bushes greeted you...

Wait, is that what you think it is?

Stepping closer to the treeline, your jaw dropped when you spotted a thicket of fruit-bearing plants past them, gathered in a tiny clearing.

Blueberries.

Purple little cuties poked out of the green shrubs, sporting a vibrant hue that caught your eye. The sun shone overhead and providing the energy they needed. Blueberries managed to grow in the area despite the trees fencing them.

Tempted and suspicious, you crouched down, inspecting the shrub if it really was a blueberry plant and not a deadly doppelganger. Once you were sure it was, (it would be hilarious if you simply died from nighshade poisoning), you plucked one and brought it to your mouth. It was sweeter than you expected, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. You hummed in delight, wiping the juice with your thumb when it dribbled out, staining your finger and lips.

You didn't want to anger anybody. Hell, coming here was already trespassing, so you didn't push your luck and left it alone, hoping they'd forgive you for picking one. They surely didn't look wild with the way they lined up.

You scanned the rest of the area, eventually going back inside to unpack after your little evaluation.

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The sun was a hand's away from setting when you finished. Pride swelled in your chest at the work you did, your things stocked and organized with care inside the cabinets and drawers. You won't have to worry about your food for now as cupboards were filled to the brim with them. You also had a decent amount of money left from your savings account that your parents weren't aware of. Prize money, allowance, and the salary you got from doing online jobs all went into it. The camp was a few miles off the road, and a couple more to the nearest gas station with a convenience store. Very far yes, but it's better than living with the people who made you do this in the first place.

You just hoped you wouldn't die walking.

Everything was worth it, anyways. You were free now, at least that's what you think.

You trudged to the bed, eyeing the cushions, wary and a little scared to touch the sheets that appeared to be cleaned just recently, you didn't even lay a finger on them ever since you got inside. Oh, but your tired muscles were screaming to just flump down and relax.

So you did.

You dumped yourself face first and inhaled. It wasn't smelly nor fragrant, just the simple freshness on the cotton fabric. You felt beat but ain't sleepy, yet, so you reached to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a book to pass the time as you waited for the sun to go down and give way for the moon. Its spine and pages had creases, worn out and yellow-stained from age and use. It was a horror-mystery novel told through a first-person narrative, a story of a middle-aged detective and her Maine coon in their attempts to solve a murder case of a young European lady named Cassandra Chase.

You dozed off in the middle of chapter 21, the part where Dinnie, the cat, discovers a valuable clue to the crime, a rotten limb in the dried basement well.

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Jason settled down on the stairs of his porch; shoulders relaxed and hunched as he leisurely sharpened his machete with a small whetstone. Lines of sunlight kissed him through the leaves of trees, the birds in the area chirped on their perches, and the grass swayed, gentle, as a cool wind passed by.

His day be so fine. No troublemakers to deal wi—

The alarm rang, announcing unwelcomed arrival. As if a switch flipped inside, he's already on his feet, making his way swiftly to their location.

A new batch of wretched youngsters, another day ruined. Hunting them down makes his blood thrum in his veins, yes, but they soured his mood, just when he was at peace. He's dead set on slaughtering them in the most gruesome ways possible, only then he could go back and enjoy the serenity the nature around him brings.

He surveyed the area, camouflaging with the wilderness, silent as he watched and counted the soon-to-be corpses, his mother's voice at the back of his mind, guiding him.

They decided to go either to the main cabins, or the lake...even into the trees.

All but one.

Jason already planned to cut down the couple later as they lose themselves in the forest, doing nasty, dirty things to his camp. The killer shifted his attention to you, curious as to why you didn't join the lot. Instead, you walked back down the road. He followed and saw you approach the small cabin, separated from the rest, your eyes widened...

Adoration?

You were quiet— except for the little gasps of awe you let out in between pants—as you looked around and over the place. The ones you came with were rowdy and destructive, a complete opposite. He hid as he observed you from afar, moving around to adjust his vision on you. You smiled every time you looked to the trees, he noticed.

Why were you smiling like that? Why did you pick this cabin? Were you planning on defiling it?

The last question in his mind made his blood boil. He'll kill you first if that was the case. That cabin you chose was special, it was where he and his mother used to stay. He occasionally visits that one to keep it clean and free of dust. If you even think of—

Jason, sweetie...look closer. She does not have such intentions.

His mother's words rang in his head. Even from where he stood, he could see what you did inside. You looked a little hesitant, touching and drawing back your hand before letting your fingers feel the wood as if it was something delicate. Despite the initial...shyness? You proceeded to make it your home, somewhat, dropping the large duffel bags you carried on your front and back, and a similarly large roller case on your left. It was as if you planned to stay for a long time.

Jason hears you take a long breath and sigh as you went out the backdoor. You grinned wider when you saw the nature around you. You stepped forward, straight in his direction...

For a moment he thought you saw him, seeing your jaw drop. You moved closer, and he just froze there, until you crouched down.

Oh, his plants.

He watched you as you gently picked a fruit, your gaze...soft. You brought it to your mouth, some of the juice spilling on the side and you wiped it with your thumb.

Cute.

You went back inside and continued to unpack your things, carefully maneuvering around the cabin.

Maybe he'll spare you if you continue to be good. You didn't do anything dirty, yet. It's only a matter of time before the camp is shrouded in darkness and his hunt will begin.

Let's see what you'll do before that happens.

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Jason tracked down the three that went into the forest. He knew the place like the back of his hand, and it was easier to pinpoint them as he heard moans.

What he saw was utmost disgusting, two girls pleasuring a male with their mouths in broad daylight.

Kill them, my boy! Such foul beings need to die! Kill them, kill!

He circled them, steps soundless. Jason gripped his machete and brought it down the guy's neck, embedding the weapon into the bark, the head rolled down, oozing with blood, and fell against the women, drenching them in red. Not a single cry left from their mouths as he sliced both with one swing, blood pouring out of their throats and staining the ground. Jason dragged their bodies and tossed them into a pit he dug beforehand, making quick work in burying them.

A swift end. Now he waits.

[scribeofred]

Thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the tag!

 1. What fandoms have you written for?

This is embarrassing but I actually had to look at both FFnet and AO3 because I couldn’t remember all of them. TRON: Legacy, Assassin’s Creed, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, Sherlock, Final Fantasy VII and XV and Kingsglaive, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Merlin, Skyrim, and, of course, Thunderbirds. I have a couple other fandoms that crop up in various wips, including a Tom Swift/Thunderbirds crossover that I really should finish.

2. How many works do you have on AO3 &/or FFNet?

FFnet has 45, and AO3 has 41. There’s also a couple stories lurking on tumblr, notably a final chapter for Reflection.

3. What are your top 3 fics by kudos on A03 &/or Favs on FFNet?

AO3 dominates in this area, if I can use a word like “dominates” for stories that have less than 125 kudos each haha. Oh well, the numbers don’t matter!

1.     118 kudos on tell the shades apart (my world is black and white)

2.     94 kudos on Reflection

3.     91 kudos on The 43rd Hour

4. Which 3 fics have the least kudos & Favs?

Again on AO3:

1 kudos on I Am You (And You Are Me)

5 kudos on The Dragonborn Chronicles

6 kudos on cynosure

5. Which Fic has the most comments and which has the least?

Reflection has the most at 29 threads, and I Am You (And You Are Me) has the least at zero.

6. Which complete fic do you wish had gotten more attention?

Lodestar, definitely. Sure, it’s for something of a rarepair, but they aren’t that rare, and I just really really like the way the story came together. On the other hand, of course my unfinished Merlin fic has gotten probably the most attention, because that’s just the way it goes, eh?

7. Have you written any crossovers?

None that I’ve published! I have various crossovers lurking in mostly unfinished states, including the aforementioned Tom Swift/Thunderbirds crossover, and an Assassin’s Creed/Thundeerbirds crossover that is very good and I should also finish. There’s an Expanse/Thunderbirds fic lurking in my brain that I may or may not ever commit to paper, who knows. I’ve also very vaguely toyed with a Batman/Thunderbirds crossover, in the sense that “nebulous” is too strong a word for the kind of toying I’ve been doing.

8. What is the craziest fic you’ve written?

I don’t really write crazy or crack or humor in general, so probably the closest thing to “crazy” is On the Lam, which was the result of wanting to throw Scott and Penelope toward an Egyptian stud farm. It ended up being the host for a bad joke about that, courtesy of one @thebaconsandwichofregret, who consistently gives some of the best dialogue advice I’ve ever encountered.

Actually, the true answer is probably a chapter in Glimpses into a Supernova, maybe the one about blood? It seems bonkers when I think back on it now, but I admittedly haven’t read it in many years. Possibly I am misremembering. Glimpses has some weird ones, though.

9. What’s the fic you’ve written with the saddest ending?

It’s a tossup between The Painting and a place where the water touches the sky. The former deals with a prior off-screen death; the latter is (maybe??) an on-screen death. People seemed upset by it, at any rate. I said it was ambiguous!

10. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

“Happy” is probably a matter of perspective? Depends on the overall reading experience and the ending within that context. Either septet or Three Towels and a Tracy, they’re both pretty fluffy overall.

11. What is your smuttiest fic?

protoinstincts, which I completely forgot I wrote and then rediscovered like a year later and realized “hey, this is actually pretty good” and you know what, despite it not being overly spicy, it is pretty good.

12. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not hate, per se, but someone left a review on Less Than Nothing saying they “didn’t like” that I “wrote the story as a series of drabbles.” Cool, I didn’t write the story for you, random guest reader, and the back button exists, friend 😂 It didn’t bother me on a personal level because I wrote the fic for an audience of one (incidentally, not myself and rather the recipient of a secret santa event), but I was mad because the reviewer had no way of knowing where I was at as a writer, and I know from longtime observation how that kind of comment can crush less experienced or confident writers.

Don’t leave flames, kids, you don’t understand the power your words have. Don’t like, don’t read.

13. What is the nicest comment you’ve received?

The nicest? Goodness. Hmm. I’d have to go hunting to find the nicest, but in recent memory, @ayzrules sent me a couple passages from Spanish texts she’s been studying that reminded her of my writing, and I was honestly so touched by the fact that she even thought to make such comparisons, much less mention them to me. Taking the time to familiarize yourself with someone’s style until you can make comparisons between it and someone else’s work is so much more meaningful to me personally than a basic “Nice story!” or “Loved this!” type of comment ever could be. <3 Ayz <3

14. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of, but I’ve never gone looking on any sort of copycat site or whatever either.

15. How many fics do you have marked as incomplete?

Two. First is The Dragonborn Chronicles, which is a retelling of Skyrim from Lydia’s perspective via her journal, to complement the in-game journal. It’s a slog of a style to write, though, even for someone who loves writing first person and doesn’t really want to write a lot of dialogue, and the outline is huge, and the story will be many times more huge, and just. Some day. Some day.

Second is tell the shades apart (my world is black and white), which has always been unfinished because the outline itself is over seven thousand words and the fully written story would undoubtedly land between 100,000 and 200,000 words, and there’s no way I’m writing that. I’ve always meant to upload the outline, but I got kind of self-conscious about the way I formatted it, and ugh I just haven’t bothered. One day, one day, right?

Moral of the story is I’m intensely a short story writer, and I’ve really found myself settling into that role over the last couple years. Better a clipped, punchy short story than a bloated slog of an epic.

16. Which of the WIPS will most likely be finished first?

Literally no one knows that. I wrote 95% of the observable entropy of a closed system over five years ago, and then I proceeded to pull it out roughly once a year and write and rewrite various endings until last month, which was when I finally figured out how I wanted to end the story. septet, too, languished for about five years before I finally remembered it existed and managed to wrangle an ending. Endings are hard, man. So are those third plot points. Terrible creatures, those, bog me down every time.

17. Which WIP are you looking forward to finishing?

Uh... mm. See. If I were looking forward to finishing any of them, I’d be actively working on them. At this moment, writing fic isn’t exactly high on my list of priorities, but I am also coming off a four-day idle game bender, so I still feel like I haven’t quite reengaged with myself as a living person. Give me another few days and I might have an answer.

(I am always most looking forward to finishing this ridiculous Ignis-drives-the-Audi-R8 fic that’s been languishing in my wips for literal years. As mentioned above, third plot points. Killer, man.)

(oh and also the working-titled the art of murder. Scott and Penny attend a private art auction. Things don’t go to plan. It, too, is stuck at the third plot point. I know, I know I have a problem, shush.)

18. Is there a WIP that you’re considering abandoning?

Any wip has the potential to be revived—this year and the old wips I’ve unearthed, dusted off, finished, and posted have been proof of that. I don’t intentionally permanently abandon anything for that reason, some stories just probably will remain dusty old wips forever because I didn’t actually need or want to write the full story for one reason or another.

19. Which complete fic would you consider rewriting?

Now that’s an interesting question. Hmm! Honestly? None of them. Once I finish a story, I’m not inclined toward rereading it again any time soon, to the point of years in some cases, and I feel like I’ve moved on from the stories I wrote one, two, five, eight years ago in the actual writing sense. They’re finished stories, and on top of that are relics of their time, which doesn’t mean the stories don’t have any ongoing significance on a reading level—I just don’t have any interest in rewriting those particular stories. I’ve gotten them out of my head, to the point of not remembering at least a third of them on demand anymore, and I don’t have any desire to “retell” those exact stories. I do tend to tighten the wording and fix perceived errors/weaknesses whenever I do end up rereading an old story, and I usually silently update the AO3 version if I make any significant changes because AO3 makes it a breeze to update a posted fic. I might do FFnet too if I’m feeling up to it or have the time.

20. Which complete fic is your favourite?

Once upon a time I would’ve said Holding On, but I honestly find it kind of unbearably melodramatic now. the observable entropy of a closed system is equally melodramatic, as it was written in the same era, but at least it has the excuse of being told in second person and via a style that is a half step away from being poetry. Possibly I will reread it in a few years and find it equally obnoxious and overly dramatic, but it received some shockingly positive comments, which I wasn’t expecting at ALL, and I’ve been honestly blown away by the amount of praise it’s received. <3 to everyone who’s said anything about it!

21. What’s your total published word count?

141,000 on AO3, 160,000 on FFnet, but technically the light of my life SS wrote fifty thousand words of each. It’s too late for math.

 I tag @velkynkarma, @lurkinglurkerwholurks, @writtenbyrain, @thebaconsandwichofregret, and anyone else who wants to play!

[themandylion]

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

I was tagged by @bionerd2point0​! Thank you, m’dear.

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

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According to AO3, I’ve written/posted 135,957 words this year. This is a lie, because it rolled over two WIPs from previous years (’Mark of the Jinni’ and ‘The Stable Master & the Diplomat’) when I posted new chapters for them. When I subtract chapters posted previously, it works out to 115,996 words posted this year; subtracting stuff written prior to this year but posted in 2020 results in a total of 101,971 words, which is still a disturbingly high number, yikes. 😬

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1) The Past Is Past Is Future Is Present  - The first thing I posted this year and probably the least popular (everything that’s below this on my stats page in terms of kudos is a 100-word drabble), most likely due to the fact that it features a pairing I don’t normally write that’s also unrequited. I just really love this story? It started off as a ridiculous ‘casefic’ that was an excuse to write some porny scenes, then morphed into an examination of relationships and love. I love the character interactions, bringing in stuff from both Gotham Central and Booster Gold, getting to geek out about time/time travel yet again, and I feel pretty good about the fact that such a silly story ended up laying down some aromantic truths. It may not be popular, but man, I really don’t care.

2) The Subject of Focus - I was so excited to post this because it is peak cliffhanger and I love it. The number of comments I’ve received that are just people yelling at me about the final reveal warm the cockles of my heart, and not just because of how they satisfy my inner troll. I struggled a lot with writing this (part of the reason I took over a year to post it after finishing) in part because this is my first real, actual mystery. Slowly feeding information into this story (and ‘The View In Frame’, which came before it) a little at a time at just the right pace and while revealing enough but not too much was a lot of work. Here’s hoping it all pays off when I finish the thrilling concluding story in this trilogy.

3) Shine a Light - Truth time: The posted parts of this story were meant to be the first chapter (singular!) of a long fic. It got too long, JayTim Week arrived while I was still struggling with chapter 2, so I split what I had in two, called it a complete story, and posted. It mostly doesn’t even touch on my main reason for writing it, but man. The Jason&Stephanie team-up kinda steals the show and I’m actually really okay with that.

4) Circular Reasoning - Just about every time I sit down to write more of Living Our Best Deaths I tell myself that I’m not going to reveal/fix any of Tim’s tragic backstory™ in this AU, and every time I break that resolve and do. So here it is, another reveal of why Tim is a very sad ghost with low self-esteem and another opportunity for me to bring in stuff from Gotham Central, because I love that series just so much. Also, more time shenanigans! It case it wasn’t clear by now, I love playing with time in fiction. 😀

5) Destiny and the Damsel - I love this story for what it represents and what it could have been. It’s the first long story I’ve written in past tense in over a decade, it explores the concept of fairy tales and folk lore as literal rules of the universe, it has SPACE horses—but played straight, and it talks about ship building. The last of these means it’s a work of love for my father, who actually did build a 20-foot sailing ship out of scrap lumber in his backyard with my uncle and grandfather. A lot of the bits and pieces about the building of Redwing come directly from the stories he used to tell me about that project. He passed away in 2014 (before I even got into DC fandom), so I couldn’t ask him questions as I wrote this (and it was, in a way, painful to write because of that). But I’d like to think that he’d be happy and proud that I was able to use his experiences for my own creation. All that said, I don’t think it’s executed very well. I rushed the writing, I wasn’t comfortable enough with the tense I was using and it’s clunky because of that, I didn’t do as much research as I could have, or develop characters and plot the way I should have. One day, I might revisit it and try to make it into its best version. For now, I’m just very happy with the fact that I at least made the attempt.

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I shan’t be tagging others as I think bio tagged just about everyone I’d feel comfortable tagging. If you’ve always wanted to be tagged for one of these and never have been, consider yourself tagged by me.

[lovesbitca8]

Reactions to the Final Chapter of The Auction (2/?)

Anonymous said: I’m just gonna say it. Shrapley can get it. He came through for us in the clutch. We owe him so much.

Anonymous said: I kind of ship narcissa and shrapley. I mean I absolutely love love love lucissa but now that he's dead I think she definitely could date him. I definitely imagine shrapley playing mind games with draco just like lucius👀👀

junogriffith said: Thank you so much for the torture that was The Auction. I don't typically do dark fics but since it was you writing it, I went for it. It was beautiful and I loved reading it ♥ Now, I'm going to pretend like it never happened and it was just a horcrux induced nightmare that Hermione had and keep TRTTD as the absolute truth. Excuse me while I reread it so I can see Hermione and Draco be happy together, as is the truth.

THE JOY I GOT OUT OF THIS

Anonymous said: Forgive me but f*k pov draco. I want the story from Lucius eyes. Lucius you created is my fav even compare canon. By the way I wondered if you write anything for theatre?

I do write for theatre. Nothing that has been professional produced yet. 

Anonymous said: i recently came across your writing and I ABSOLUTELY FELL IN LOVE WITH IT! I was sooo thrilled when I discovered your rights and wrong series and how you wrote aus of your aus! I’ve love them all! The Auction was fantastic and I think the ending was great! You’re a fantastic writer and I love how you write dramione! ❤️

Anonymous said: oh jules, i have to tell you i was so very much enjoying all the lawyery stuff happening in this chapter and i was totally picturing this american lawyer as like an oj lawyer type guy and laughing through it all but i was also anxiously looking at my scroll bar like there isn’t enough time! how are they going to wrap this and let us see draco with hermione for real again how! (i do this thing where i think if i scroll slower when it nears the end it will somehow make the chapter longer lol) and then the outcomes happen and i felt emotions (i’m keeping this spoiler free as much as i can) and then she went to that place and i was like, oh my god and then she said “i’m sorry we’re just closed” and i immediately cried jules, i had to put the ipad down and walk away because i was hyperventilating and then i came back and finished it and i sobbed and i promise you jules i’ve never cried at a fic before not even the ones that really got me ya know? but i’m still cying now like as in i’m sorry if there are mistakes here my screen is all blurry crying. i just i really encourage eveyone who hadn’t read the other two works in the series to read them it makes the end ache so much deeper like i feel so many emotions because of how it all tied together. hope, pain, joy, and i don’t even know what else cause i’m bad at naming emotions, it’s why i’m in therapy, but it’s a lot of things. and it’s like of course we people love fluffy clear hea wrapups and we have all your other works to know they are gonna be just fine but ending the way you did, very “ok what next” like was just so perfect for the tone of this story. anyway i’m done now i must process things but congratulations jules, cat, and mar at least in my opinion you definitely stuck the landing. ps loved the little dress with pockets easter egg i’m gonna go read that now to try and stop crying and then i’m gonna read all three of these fics back to back and probably cry all over again. xoxo and happy holidays you deserve your break

Anonymous said: I know that this is just one minor opinion in the sea of praise that you absolutely deserve, but I wanted you to know that I’ve never read anything as amazingly mind-blowing as the Rights and Wrongs Series. You’ve created masterpieces. Not only did you end TA with the perfect blend of justice and HEA, but you’ve poetically concluded Hermione’s story. I hope you can ignore the mean trolls, and know that you have a beautiful talent making art out of words. Thank you, for everything that you do!

Anonymous said: Will there be any post-Auction drabbles written for All Right or is that only for TRTTD/ATWT?

Currently, it is only for TRTTD/ATWT. I have no intention of writing post-Auction drabbles. 

21stcenturyrapunzel said: Okay 1) The Auction is finished 2) I cried a lot reading it 3) thank you for creating that awesome story 4) if you’re still driven to create it Id love a post-port key Draco perspective to see where he was and to see the moment he read the paper where Hermione says she loves him still. Okay, back to crying ❤️

Anonymous said: The description of Charlotte and how she died hit me harder than I expected. The fact that she was enslaved but was also free to a degree because she was able to fight back and help the True Order but she ultimately died under imperius and died for the people who did this to her breaks my heart. Obviously people die in war and she's a fictional character but fuck if it didn't make me wanna cryMy therapist will DEFINITELY hear about this lol

letssingintherain said: i was studying for my math final and i suddenly remembered that theo died in the auction. so now i'm sad af

letssingintherain said: ok i'm rereading the last chapter of TA and tears are just streaming down my face HOW ARE YOU SO TALENTED

[abouttemperedgrace]

More on S.P.A.N.C.C

'Individually the companies were formidable. Together they were unstoppable. A coalition of monopolies that eventually managed complete supremacy.' The companies formed their coalition in 2040. S.P.A.N.C.C earned favour by strategically selling products and services to a global market. From AI tools, to military tech, to vaccines, cures and sustainable energy resources. Their biggest funds came from commercial space flights. The profits of which went into an asteroid mining project and building a research centre on the moon. By 2050 they established a small Lunar colony for research purposes. By 2080 the colonies were expanded to accommodate people. S.P.A.N.C.C gained more influence by demanding more access to land and access and threatened trade withdrawals of now coveted and essential resources, if they were not met. Eventually, U.N and S.P.A.N.C.C joined hands to form the Global Confederate and this further cemented their hold. Over the next few years, carbon emissions dropped. Civil wars were interrupted. Education standards and outreach improved. True globalization was envisioned and somewhat realised. Their total take over started with standardizing education, training of the protective services and eventually law, order and politics. With globalized cryptocurrency conversion - They gained stability and essentially monopolized the development of the world. Their philosophy is individuality amidst a united world citizenry. The details about the individual companies aren't too relevant to the drabbles. Once again, it is an attempt to show the good and the bad. It can also help to know the nuances of where some of my characters are going to work/study and what their jobs entail. Apart from that, I spent way too much time on this for some inexplicable reason, and so, I must share it. A slightly scroll-y post below the cut, because it features some art of the company runners!

Here is a collage of sketches for the folks that run the companies of S.P.A.N.C.C. I am learning by tracing and editing very particular photos of what I consider to be ‘face-claims’ for my characters. They’re peripheral characters that’ll feature in my content occasionally.

Vega Tevel, Fang Pyxis, Maya Chara.

Izar Achernar, Wezen Franz, Cepheus Cygnus.

More about the companies:

Scutum

Started in: 2031 Run by - Vega Tevel In charge of: [Money, governance, borders, conflict-resolution, law and order.] Details: Force Continuum establishment. Space laws. Dealing with criminals. Border control. Justice System. Sectorization application. Rehabilitation facilities. Policy establishment. Training for Amity Enforcers. Unsavoury/Illicit things: Unverified ties to the management of Nexus and Bloody Blitz. Power Abuse. Excuses to kill competition.

Pyxis

Started in: 2034 Run by: Fang Pyxis In charge of: [Nanotechnology hardware and software] Details: Management of Xyrints cryptocurrency, Augmented Reality, User Interface and basic applications for SmartChip. Universal real-time translating interface (URTTI), Studies for better AI design. AI support+Recreational AI designs. Tech Security. AI support. AI driving. XPshare platform [Complete sensory data from SmartChips uploaded to a server] Unsavoury/Illicit things: SmartChip data mining, SmartChip Overriding. Malicious Applications. Deliberately addictive AR experiences. Unverified rumours online platforms and untraceable software/user interface supplied to host Nexus and Bloody Blitz virtually.

Auriga

Started in: 2033 Run by: Maya Chara In charge of: [Space tech, energy and mechatronics] Details: Nuclear Reactor energy. Solar Energy. Space Tethers. Asteroid Mining. Space tourism and colonies. Bullet trains - Faster aircrafts. Weapon customization. Faster transport. Mechatronics (Mechas and Drones). Unsavoury/Illicit things: Unregulated mining and trade. Cost-cutting that disrupts safety regulations. Poor employer treatment. Unverified rumours of tech supply to the Nexus.

Norma

Started in: 2032 Run by: Izar Achernar In charge of: [Agriculture, architecture, urban planning] Details: Sustaining life on earth better. C/M/O configuration SmartHomes. BuzzBo manufacturers. Trash management. Reversing climate change damage. Algae consumables. Vertical farming. Space food. Designing Space colonies and bases. Family planning - Kids being supported by the G.C. Unsavoury/Illicit things: Fcking up rations. Uprooting homes. Improper jurisdiction of services. Partiality (based in bribery and corruption) in viable land allocation. Unverified rumours of locations and resources made available to the Nexus.

Caelum

Started in: 2035 Run By: Wezen Franz In charge of: [Education, entertainment and lifestyle] Details: Curriculum for schools. Virtual education options. SmartNeura recreational and educational application designs [XPshare curated for mmoRPGs - FPS - MOBA games]. Esports. Usual media content (written, XPmovies, videos, songs etc). BioArt. Live paints. Trendsetting AI. Tailored advertisements. Media, retail, fashion. Conservation of traditional art forms and cultures. Unsavoury/Illicity things: Surreptitious censorship by burying information. Fact alteration. Potential eradication (despite attempts to the contrary) of nuanced cultural variety in education by streamlined global curriculums and standards. Unverified rumours regarding hidden advertisement and virtual invitation designs generated for experiencing Nexus and Bloody Blitz events.

Crux

Started in: 2030 Run By: Cepheus Cygnus In charge of: [Healthcare, Diagnostics, epidemiological data collection and research] Details: Genetic therapy. Mobile MedDiagonistics. Research for updating SmartChips- An AI-Body interface that includes: - TractPro - dietary input/absorption data - SmartNeura: Collects [can override, generate and diminish] motor output Collects (can reroute, enhance, create and diminish) sensory input. - BloodPro, detects humoral components. Unsavoury/Illicit things: Genetic analysis/alteration without permission/‘cause’. Enhancing/Diminishing bodily functions to certain stimuli. General illicit data collection for research etc. Mind reading/altering/control. Cloning for experimental purposes. Chasing immortality etc. Unverified rumours of involvement with illegal experimentation at the Nexus and management of Bloody Blitz. (Clearly med stuff is my baby)

[gguktarts]

decathect | jjk (1)

1. to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss

summary: if one thing was clear to you when you first met Jeon Jungkook, it was that he would never love you. at least, not the way you wanted him to.

pairing: jjk x reader genre: unrequited love au? || angst || little fluff if u Squint || drabble series word count: 2.7k parts:  1 / ? | next » cw: uhh kinda unhealthy depictions of a crush, & jk is a fuckboy w lots of tatts and long hair so that deserves a warning on its Own i say

note: so,,, this was supposed to be a short fic bc i wanted my heart broken but it turned into a drabble series……………….we’ll see how that goes!!! rip

You’ve heard of him from your friends, and from their friends: about the infamous Jeon Jungkook and the reputation that precedes him. He’s, first and foremost, an art major — and an excelling one at that. In the short three years he’s been an undergrad, his work has been featured, so far, in a total of 4 major art exhibitions. His displayed work apparently sells rather quickly, too, which surely earns him more than enough money to successfully continue his various artistic endeavors and out-of-uni activities. You’ve heard he’s also into tattoos, boxing, and photography on the side, for example. Whether it was true or not was not something you focused on, but considering his friends were they ones telling the tales, you didn’t doubt it. Not that you thought of it often, or at all, really.

What you did question was why exactly he felt the need to stop by Taehyung’s very own, very private, and very expensive Goghrik’s Vancrylics paint collection to use instead of his own. You didn’t want to think him as cheap because, quite frankly, you knew nothing more than those whispered rumors and offhanded comments Jimin and Yoongi perpetrated on occasion. So, you settled for thinking nothing until you could get concrete answers. 

For a long time Jungkook remained a simple ghost, until finally one day he just existed. Everywhere, and then, always. As if meeting him once meant he’d open the door to your home to welcome himself as an indefinite guest, you suddenly had no week free of his presence or his trace. Like a growing avalanche you learned about him with repeated increase, sometimes by choice, and sometimes by mere coincidence. Maybe it was pure coincidence, too, how you came to fall for him — for Jeon Jungkook, the artist, the fuckboy. With time though, you came to a different understanding.

Liking Jungkook was no coincidence.  It was a curse – a long, and tediously everlasting hex you’d so far failed to get rid of.  

And it all started, you begrudgingly admit sometimes, with some paint and very little luck.

Being in one of the most prestigious Universities in the country naturally means you consistently face the demon of a huge – nay, an enormous campus. A wide lake rests between dispersed buildings while Hi-Q food marts border each cluster of separate dorms, connected all entirely by desire paths and concrete roads. It's no surprise then that a map is the standard gift given to all entrance students, though by now you’ve memorized practically all zones you inhabit (i.e. the Natural Sciences’ Atrium, the Physics Department, and your own dorm). Most people still use theirs, along with the mandatory transportation fare card Admissions urges all newcomers to get. More than anything it’s a must-have for anyone who wants to actually make it on time to class — more so when they’re not blessed with taking courses on a near-by group of Departments.

And it just so happened you’re amongst those ill-fated few.

For four years now you’ve been a resident of Dorm C, exactly the furthest of the dorms from the NS Atrium. Instead you’re — uselessly — at a walking distance from the Plastic Arts department, a place you’ve ventured to for only a single semester back in your second year. Back then you had decided that taking Pottery was a great way to fill in some of your electives, an idea which mostly Taehyung, an art major himself, cemented in your head. You remember nothing of your treks to the department, nor of the lessons you received, but your memory often recalls it happened whenever you visit him. Your final project, a 2-piece set of misshapen cups of tea, still rests atop one of his many bookshelves to this day. Taehyung calls them “endearing”, something about them “truly reflecting a purpose beyond what their ‘perfect brethren’ are subjected to”. Which, really, is code for “they could be used as mugs, but I like them better as vases for Namjoon’s succulents,” and you’re okay with that.

Namjoon, an English Lit major, is Tae’s roommate and the other occupant of their two-bedroom flat. As luck would have it they stay on the floor above your own, right atop your much smaller and much lonelier dorm room. It’s actually one of the shared excuses you all use for your constant visits.

Half of the time you spend on their flat includes being tucked away on their couch, reading astronomy journals or watching documentaries Joon frequently sits through alongside you, or sleeping under Tae’s covers simply because he enjoys the company and can’t seem to sleep otherwise. The rest of the time the boys, sometimes with you in tow on an off day, migrate to Jimin and Yoongi’s shared flat in Dorm D. They share their space with Jungkook, if Yoongi’s complaints about late-night water-fests were anything to go by, though you’ve never seen him there.

No, ironically, the first time you crossed paths with him was in the lobby of Dorm C — your dorm. You remember he was shifting and wandering around like a lost puppy, his eyes restlessly searching for something or someone. It was him, you knew, because he’s often featured in your shared friend’s Instagram posts, and because he’s very hard to miss.

He was — is big, towering over you easily, and was then dressed all in black. A mix of comfy and effortlessly put together in perfect execution, the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater did nothing to hide the ink covering his veiny forearms. You were instantly thankful — you’ve always been drawn to tattoos. They’re admirable on others and on yourself, and you instantly had to push down the desire to keep marking your body for reasons only pertinent to the feeling of the needle on your skin or the aesthetics of the design. Your poor ass couldn’t afford another so soon, anyway.

The other thing that gave him away was his signature dark hair, long and parted in the middle to fall over his round, soft eyes. It covered his multiple piercings but did nothing to take away from the sweet persona that settled over him. Despite the dark and the goth, he seemed… cute. Very cute, and very confused. The way his eyebrows furrowed at his phone screen just before he searched through the scattered students was a dead giveaway. He was likely lost, but that wasn’t very surprising. For all the time Tae and Joon spend on Dorm D, the same couldn’t be said otherwise. Visits to Dorm C were seldom for the rest.

And a lost Jungkook… wasn’t your problem. A simple look at his boyish features was enough to ignite some sort of weird somersaults in your chest, and you wanted nothing more than to ignore it and run far away. So, you tried.

Blinking away the staring he had thankfully not noticed, you made for your own room as embarrassment coursed through your jittery limbs.

You didn’t make it very far before your plan backfired. You had to go near him to reach the elevator, and it apparently didn’t matter that you were practically hiding inside your bag, your hand rummaging through it for your room cardkey.

“Hey—uh, Y/N right?” you heard, and your body froze.

A look up, and there he was. Jeon Jungkook, calling your name. It was weird hearing your mesh of letters on his tongue, foreign to his palette yet pronounced to perfection. Equally confused as he looked before, and even further more embarrassed (you couldn’t help but think, amongst all the chaos in your mind, that his voice was ridiculously soothing and fitting for his physicality), your throat only let out a very intellectual “huh?”

“Um,” Jungkook’s eyes went wide, his head cocked to the side at your reaction. His feet shifted under him, and you tried ignoring the way his cheeks grew a lovely shade of pink when he spoke again.

“I’m Jungkook, and hyung—Taehyung mentioned you before. He isn’t answering and I’m a bit lost, so I was wondering if you could give me directions? Unless you’re not… Y/N?”

You’re often a recurrent character in Tae’s stories, so it shouldn’t have surprised you he’s spoken of you before. But it did.

“I am Y/N,” you relented, maybe a bit more bitterly than you intended. You couldn’t help but pout at the sudden reminder of Tae’s love for recording you during your most… inopportune moments. “Where is it you want to go?”

The boy in question rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a bunny-like smile making a sudden appearance. His teeth seemed to jut out a bit, and his upper lip disappeared almost entirely, but you were sure of one thing instantly: his smile was the prettiest one you’d ever seen.

You felt your chest constrict at the sight without any sense of permission, your ears going up in flames. Clearly, you were bonkers. You continued your walk towards the elevator, praying he’d keep up somewhere a bit farther from you.  But he followed without question, easily settling besides you and offering glances from the corner of his eye. You pressed the up button and pretended not to notice, playing around with your cardkey while you both waited.

“To hyung’s dorm — I haven’t ever been there, as strange as it sounds, and I need to borrow some paint.”

“Borrow some paint?” you hummed, the notion seeming somewhat silly to you. “After you’ve used it you can’t return it, so would it really be borrowing?”

You moved to look at him questioningly, curiosity getting the best of you, and the feeling you were hit with was far too paralyzing for you to carry. It was a sudden storm of affection, a wave of currents that spread and tightened, tickling and burning your stomach each second you saw his crinkled eyes, his teeth fully bared into a humorous grin. It made your feet stick to the ground even after the doors of the elevator greeted you open.

“You’re a weird one aren’t you?” he muttered airily, more to himself than anything, before shrugging and prompting you to follow him inside the confined space. “Technically, you’re right, but saying I’m borrowing stuff sounds nicer, doesn’t it? It’s all about semantics. Don’t worry though, hyung lets me take some of his whenever I run out.”

“Okay.”

Neither of you said much after that, but you did take him all the way to Tae’s and Joon’s front door. He thanked you softly before you left, with a smile sincere and gentle in ways you hadn’t expected. You remember nodding along and, possibly, wishing him good luck on his art project, but you weren’t sure by the time you reached your room.

You remember skipping your assignments that night, choosing instead a hot shower and the comforts of your recently cleaned bed. It was the first attempt at forgetting the whole event, a new mission for your mind to complete before a crush settled its anchor.

You were used to six handsome guys. You drew the line at seven.

Meeting Jungkook for the first time was disastrous for the days that followed. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but it was rightfully warranted. Your brain had vaguely memorized what he looked like outside of pictures, and now you saw him everywhere. It was the frequency bias all over again, and it had no escape, just like that one time you wanted to dye your hair and suddenly half the population seemed to be dying it that very color. Similarly, interacting with Jungkook meant noticing him in your peripheral when he wasn’t front and center, knowing it was him in the distance. It only worsened when your paths began to regularly cross.

It happened and continuous to happen mostly in the presence of Tae or Joon, or any of Jungkook’s roommates. 

Whenever you’d spend some time on the couch with Joon, he was there. Whenever you woke up midday and decide it was high time to cook brunch for three (four then), he was already there. When Yoongi invited you over to hear some of the pieces he’s been working on, Jungkook was miraculously in the apartment. Oh, you wanted to steal some of Tae’s shirts? Jungkook catches you red handed, some stolen paints of his own right in his treacherous hold.

It’s absolutely maddening.

You wouldn’t mind it so much if it weren’t for the fact that each new stare, each new smile, leaves your stomach in complete shambles.

Who could take you back to the time when you hadn’t heard his loud laugh? To when he hadn’t seen you loafing around in your onesie after a killer test and stayed to comfort you? He even called you cute, shared some of his milk and made sure to leave only after he’d seen you smile. Sometimes he’d even notice you watch your documentaries only to pop a random question about space, or even about the science behind Star Trek or Star Wars when “Clearly FTL travel isn’t possible?” (To which you’d answer: “Not yet it isn’t, you non-believer”) before falling quiet and leaving you be. They were small conversations with no more than 3 lines exchanged, but they were more than enough for the butterflies seeping through your ribcage to go on a frenzy.

And despite everything you heard and everything you began to know, Jungkook was possibly the softest, sweetest, and most annoying person you knew. At least superficially. 

You still knew nothing personal about him, with your interactions being limited to shared spaces, but you didn’t think much of it until you began to see all kinds of things: his cute habits, his quirks, and even the way his tattoo collection grows.

You’ve silently noticed the way he wiggles his toes when he sits to watch a series, how he blinks a lot when he’s confused. You’ve seen the way he scratches the back of his head when he’s not confident about something, and how his eyes smile before his lips do, and the way his laugh resonates all around the room in the most euphoric melodies. All of this you come to know as unequivocally Jungkook. And you know, you know you’re so whipped for him that you can’t stop being in-tuned with it, with his little things.

But you’re also aware of your situation, and it doesn’t surprise you when your chest starts to hurt over it — over him, because you see his other things: the way each week curls a different girl around his waist, the way his eyes turn cold when he says he doesn’t do relationships, and the way he looks at you.

It’s never with disgust or anything of the sort. It’s just that you’ve seen the way he looks at the girls he fucks with, the girls he finds attractive, the girls he likes for a single night to then discard them.

And he’s never looked at you like that. You suppose that’s good, but... then again, you guess it means you’re nothing. After all, Jeon Jungkook never offers you any hope, he never shows any interest. Technically you’re not even his friend — not really. You’re Taehyung’s other best friend, an outside addition to his usual friend group, and now to his life. You’re okay with that, you have to be. You haven’t sought him out, haven’t done anything to close the gap between you. Water and care is something you never wanted to give your unjustified feelings. You never wanted them to grow, even now.

You just failed to take note of the rain pouring over the earth and pooling beneath your feet, and you don’t notice you’re drowning until you see him at the end of the day.

The girl attached to him is a stranger to you, just like the rest you’ve seen, yet you can’t seem to shake the thought that something must be different. Whatever she has seems to be enough for the tattooed man to shatter his distaste for PDA, at least for the time being.

Your legs hesitate to unceremoniously halt in the middle of the hall. Your eyes battle not to widen and not to stare, for a second desperate to make sure that what you’re seeing is real, that you’re seeing Jungkook kiss for the first time in forever as if you hadn’t known all this time that he fucks and loves behind closed doors. 

And it doesn’t matter that the kiss isn’t gentle, that he’s kissing her as if she were the very air he needed to breathe. No, what makes you sick is how he notices, how he sees you, and how he does nothing but pull her closer in response.

You push yourself to move as soon as his eyes drift away again, unwilling to tremble before him and unwilling to make any more mistakes.

Class would have to wait. You needed coffee, even if it meant being late. And you absolutely hate being late to Astrophysics, but you definitely hated seeing him more.

[vcsecretgifts]

Hi! I’ve never taken part before, but I would be very interested in doing so this round. I would prefer to take part in sfw prompts

(Edited this for a few grammatical errors and to clarify my responses a bit better)

Response from mod @i-want-my-iwtv: Excellent! Yep, we’re thinking of keeping this SFW, and perhaps starting up a separate kin/kmeme. 

This ask was re: a possible 2020 VC Secret Spring/Summer Santa, which got a surprising amount of support! 

…so we’re working on it behind the scenes, hopefully will have a setup and signups deadline soon! Responses to the tags/comments on that post below.

Just looking at that gif above, SUCH SIMPLER TIMES. I miss the days when our biggest fandom arguments were so fictionally indulgent and inconsequential, like Louis’ hair length and texture SIIIIIGH THOSE.WERE.THE.DAYS. 

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@orangedarcy: Can I ask just a general question about fic posting in the VC fandom?  I know most fic is now posted on AO3, but is there another more community driven place like LiveJournal used to be? I have fallen so far behind on the fic world, where does one post stories these days? Is it all here on Tumblr or is it mainly AO3 now?

Very good question. AO3 is the main place for just fic, some comment threads there, and ppl sometimes posted drabbles here on tumblr, and there are roleplayers here who do threads that are like collaborative fics… you can check my #RP tag to try to find them, but I admit I am out of date myself having taken a big step back from tumblr to focus on real life. 

There were LJ-esque places on Dreamwidth long before Tumblr, and I believe they’re all abandoned except for VC-Media where I’m a mod. You can find it through @vcmedia, ppl do post fic there, mods post drabble prompts weekly, and there have been some wonderfully lively times!

I had started the VC-Media tumblr blog a few yrs ago when we (the mods) wanted to try directing some traffic to the DW comm, to bring in some fresh blood (pun intended), but I hadn’t promoted it much bc I didn’t want the tumblr anti-shippers and/or trolls flooding it and trampling ppl. At that time, I had seen the antis in other fandoms choosing targets to bully on tumblr and twitter, using social justice window-dressing that was really only about them wanting attention. In our fandom, I’d seen similar bad-faith arguments over problematic characters/ships and I didn’t want to engage with it or invite it to a comm setting, bc that’s not what fandom is about for me.

Not to go on a rant here but I need to say it: Criticism is going to happen, and everyone has a right to criticize media. What was lost for a few years there is the concept that no one owes you their time or engagement in a conversation, especially not one in which one side demands complete submission from the other, and nothing less. Whether or not the criticism is the “One True Interpretation,” no one owes you their time or engagement. 

That’s still a concern of mine, but I am confident that my wonderful co-mods of VC-Media are ready to freeze comments and ban ppl who attempt to bully others or provoke arguments in bad faith.

There are a few other obscure places, but I don’t like to promote them publicly, bc they have little traffic, or are older, or I’d rather that AR not be aware just in case she changes her stance on fanfic (she had waged war on it in the 90s).

So that was a long answer but AO3 is probably the best if all you want is just finding fic to read, but please check out VC-Media to post your fic and have a lively discussion, it’s still thirsty for fresh blood! 

@the-disgruntled-vc: I would like to participate but I don’t know what I have to do.

We’re not sure what the setup will be yet, but we appreciate your enthusiasm! We’ll post about it when we’ve decided and then you can choose to participate.

@the-disgruntled-vc: NYC is hell in a handbasket right now. 😰

I knowwww. I left NYC on 3/17, with 2 pairs of pants and 2 tops. I’m with my parents about 5 hours away. Wearing my dad’s clothes now :,-} Strange times.

@annabellioncourt: I’m not sure I want to commit to a direct gift exchange, but if it was done as an inktober style prompt filling thing, and we could just tag it/submit it as we did it, then maybe? I’m not sure what kind of free time I’ll have in the upcoming months as I job hunt.

Totally understandable, and I like your suggestions! We want to be able to accommodate ppl in your situation, so this is a good thing for us to keep in mind. Good luck in the job hunt! If running an awesome tumblr blog was a job, you’d be all set ;D

@amelthebravennian: //I would truthfully enjoy doing it!

We would love to have you back!

requiemforrose: Count me in. I need something to help my anxiety over the current climate

YES THATS EXACTLY THE POINT ^________^

@lestatthebiprince: Sign me up for the gift exchange!!

YASSSSS (let’s hope you still want to if we change the format ;D )

@pour-some-aspartame-on-me: I would be interested in participating in the vc secret gifts

Awesome! Would love to have you!

@desanctii: //I’d be in favor. this time around I even have the time to participate ;)

We need you for those Santino prompts! 

@amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance: //Count me in for the kink (obvs) XD

We love to see enthusiasm for the kin/kmeme… And your art is just *chef’s kiss*

@good-night-kick‘s tags: #great idea :3#It would be a good chance for me to get an excuse to draw art properly… I haven’t been drawing so much recently

Yes! We love your art and your comics and we need more of it, how can a person be so talented and so hilarious in their artwork, too?? Did you make a deal with the devil? (Sign me up.)

[thegeminisage]

hey liz i've been thinking a lot about story structure lately and i wanted your take on how you decide what structure your stories will have? i know there's that "you have to do what your story needs and tells you to do" thing but these bitches dont ever tell me anything they just multiply so. thoughts? - bma

(as an aside, i don't know whether involving medium would change many things but it may be worth considering. mainly i think medium is just a matter of arrangement and that the story would be for most intents and purposes the same no matter how you choose to tell it. i guess you could argue that structure is arrangement in itself and intrinsically tied to medium but i sort of feel like it is secondary arrangement, if at all? like if you consider time as an element to outline -- the time IN the story (how things happen to your characters) is not necessarily the time you’re telling the story IN (how you are telling your reader that things are happening) aka internal chronology doesnt equal your work’s pacing? or should it??? does this make sense? i dont think so. i am sorry.) - bma :|

NOOO dont be sorry ur making total sense

i think there’s 3 thots to unpack here (medium, structure, & chronology) & i’m gonna start with medium bc it’s easier. im also putting it behind a cut bc it’s gonna get just stupidly long and rambly. i’m sorry in advance if it’s not helpful to you, i have a lot to say for someone who has never taken even one single class on writing and as a result doesn’t know jack shit (there’s a tl;dr at the end dont worry)

about MEDIUM: 

so like ok i’m just some goof-off with a HS degree who writes fanfiction but In My Very Super Qualified Personal Opinion, i don’t think that most of the time medium is intrinsically tied to STRUCTURE of the main storytelling arc...i think the art of storytelling itself is distinct from the medium you choose to tell the story IN. this post puts it better than i ever could but basically for me, i feel like the story itself is sort of the raw, malleable concept, and the medium you choose to tell it in is how you convey the information??

like in a book, you can say “she forgot her keys” and in a film you have to show her smacking her forehead, heading back into the house, and swiping her keeps off the counter. you can’t TELL in film, you have to show. similarly i regret every day i cannot perfectly describe a facial expression with words when i see it so clearly in my head. for audio-only podcasts that are dialogue heavy out of necessity you have different limitations than you would for, say, animated music videos with no dialogue at all. games allow for more interactivity and exploration while sacrificing accessibility, tv shows allow for more length while sacrificing, uh, a big hollywood budget...medium affects the kind of story you can reasonably tell which is why some stories are better suited to one medium than another. i think trying things in other mediums is a good way to stretch your storytelling muscles but with enough skill nearly any story could be told in any medium. i think when trying to decide on a medium you just gotta weigh the pros & cons and what you feel comfortable with/what you think would be most effective/what would evoke the strongest reaction

re: structure:

firstly “do what the story tells u to do” is a little silly like...the story isn’t sentient. come on. that’s like “i can only write when the writing gods inspire me” there are no writing gods! inspire yourself! it’s all in our weird messed up brains! ok anyway.

this is, again, just how i do things, and i am 700% self-taught so take it with a grain of salt, but when i sit down and start blocking out a story from scratch i don’t...actually consider the big structure at all! sorry if that’s not helpful to you. i like to make a list of everything i want to happen, and then put it together in a few different orders to see what looks best. and when i’m finished, whatever i have just like...IS the structure i go with, with perhaps minor tinkering to make it flow more smoothly. (i think this might be in the same spirit as “do what the story tells you” with less bullshit and more Agency Of The Writer.)

for long and more complex projects, i actually usually have several lists - one list of stuff that is, for example, the Action Plot (the kingdom has been cursed, i’m tracking down my serial killer sister to bring her to justice, i’m running from djinn who wanna kill my dad, i’m trying to bring my dead not-boyfriend back to life). then i have another list for Character A & Character B’s romance or whatever. and maybe a even another one for solo character development (magicphobic prince learns to love magic, former werewolf hunter figures out his family is a cult, half-demon learns to embrace his own nature). and as many lists as we need for however many Main Characters and or Plots/Sideplots

how i order the lists: individually first. don’t mix them together to start with. when deciding the order of an individual list i like to, for example in a romance arc, use escalating intimacy. “A and B have dinner together” is naturally gonna go way sooner than “A and B kiss” or “A and B talk about A’s angsty backstory” because that’s more satisfying. draw it out, good/important stuff last, dangle that carrot so we have a reason to keep reading! for singular character development, it’s basically a straightforward point A to point B...if i want my guy to start hating magic with everything he is and end up being very comfortable with it, i have to put “reluctantly uses magic to save his own life” WAYYY before “casually using magic to light torches and reheat his cold stew.” 

the tricky part for me is when i’m done with these lists and then i need to mix them together To Pace My Whole Story. (this is usually why i wind up with a rainbow colored spreadsheet.) i don’t like to put too many things too close together because then the pace feels uneven. even if my Action Plot is only a thinly veiled excuse for romance and character development, i still don’t want to focus on a romance for 30,000 words and then go “and oh yeah in case you forgot Serial Killing Sister is still coming for your asses.” the more sideplots and major character arcs you’re juggling the harder it is to get an even distribution, which is my main concern always

and like, generally, whatever i have when i’m finished...is my structure. (sorry.) 

i don’t know much about the classic 3-act or anything like that, but i usually can divide them up into 3-5 big arcs based on story turning points. sometimes i take a scene out of one arc and put it in another because it fits better and i like for my shit to be organized, but usually by the time i’m finished with all that, that’s what the final story is mostly gonna look like. (there have been a few exceptions when i realized i needed extra scenes/changes while i was MID-DRAFT and let me tell you that murders me EVERY time. it happened on the merlin fic i’m currently posting and that was like my own personal hell.)

this is also where thots about chronology come in:

i think time CAN be an element of this if you WANT it to be, but it doesn’t HAVE to be. if you want it to be, i would consider it just another “list” like character development or the romance arc. 

i usually plot without considering Time very much...to me, it’s all down to the events you want to show, and however much time it takes is the byproduct. if you want to show something from a character’s chilhood but then tell the bulk of it when they’re adults, that’s one thing. if you want to show a scene from their childhood, teenhood, young adulthood, etc, that’s a different kind of pacing?? i usually do it this way so i can regard time like wordcount: it takes as long as it takes. 3 days or 3 years, a 1.5k drabble or a 100k epic...overall, my LARGEST CONCERN is that even distribution. in the same way that i don’t want one chapter to be 30,000 words when the rest are 10,000 words, i personally am not a fan of huge timeskips offscreen

(because this where i think someone’s own internal chronology DOES matter...this is just a personal preference, as a reader i have a hard time really comprehending, say, a year timeskip or a 10yr timeskip when all i did was turn one page. like, a year is such a long time. i can’t even begin to describe how different i am now to how i was a year ago. it’s the same for character development. time IS development and as a writer i’m not really comfortable having that take place offscreen - for main characters, at least. it’s just too jarring. a little prologue with something happening 10 or 20 years ago is usually fine, but for the most part, i’m not a fan. ...i can do one chapter per year a lot easier than i can do two chapters in childhood and the other 8 in adulthood. of course you can play with this a LOT with nonlinear storytelling, which is a whole other very cool thing, and someone skilled in their work can keep me sucked in no matter what, but imo if you don’t want to risk throwing your reader out of your work it’s better to keep things steady)

HOWEVER sometimes time IS an element u wanna consider outside of just making sure your shit is evenly distributed...if your heart is moved to tell a story in a specific timeframe, over a year, or from solstice to solstice (this was almost the timeline for my merlin fic and then i changed it), for the first six months of a friendship, or even a huge journey in the span of a single day (toby fox had a lot of success with this one lol).

i think it can help to choose a start and end point for your chronology the same way you do for character development (prince goes from hating magic to being ok with it, story takes place from ages 8 to 25, or from new year’s eve 2038 to 2039, whatever) - that way you can keep your distribution even, if that’s a thing you want to do...even if you have a lot of skips you can still note what happens offscreen to make it work better in your head? like, if you just make it another List, another column on your spreadsheet, when you’re in the early stages of organizing you can be conscious of it and make sure it’s playing into the story the way you want it to

anyway these r my thots im SOOOO SORRY this is so long lmao. brain machine broke today which is why i had to ramble more to explain myself. the tl;dr in case ur brain is melting out of ur ears & u didn’t sign up for an essay:

imo medium is totally distinct from storytelling tho ofc some stories are better suited to some mediums

structure? i don’t know her. i plot w/o regard to structure and then if it looks funny i mush it into a more structurally sound shape

my main concern when structuring anything, including time, is an even distribution of Events and a steady rate of escalation

structure to me is just what i have when i’m finished plotting. i’m sorry one day i’m gonna take a writing class

internal chronology matters to me personally because i have a little bit of time blindness but maybe not to everyone, i know many very successful stories where they disregarded that entirely to no ill effect

writer’s block isn’t real! everyone just needs more rainbow spreadsheets

thank u for asking I HOPE i didn’t make you regret it too badly lmao and that at least a little of it was helpful!! 

[letters-from-the-three-houses]

So, opinions on the release of Dorothea info?

hello hello! i should really answer the opinion asks first because i write drabbles ridiculously slow haha (imma get to that one opinion ask real quick after this. but no worries, everyone, i haven’t forgotten all of the other requests!)

for the uninitiated, you can look at dorothea’s profile here (courtesy of the awesome @prof-babeleth​). other stuff to note is that the official jp site made an update with her surname, which is ‘arnold’

so! opinions! some of them stem back to manuela’s bio, so here’s that for reference c:

under the cut because long

“mittelfrank opera company”

this is so interesting??? i’m happy that fódlan is getting so much world building, because it’s little nuances like these that make the history and lore engaging! my greatest lament in fates is the lack of information about cyrkensia (the city with the opera house) because to me, it was the most fascinating location in the entire game. in terms of fanon, it was a real bummer not having anything to work with because i would’ve written so many theatre fics otherwise

having a performing arts school does bring up the question of how refresher units work in the game. some people have speculated that we can shape students into refreshers or we get to choose who our refresher will be. it’d be pretty cool if it was the former, but since there’s no explicit song/dance lesson, i’m not sure that’ll be the case. there are two other possibilities though: the mechanic just isn’t shown yet, or the unit is already a refresher when we get them. that can lead to a) some students (potentially) being refreshers or b) manuela being the refresher. assuming there’s only one refresher per army, either manuela’s a multi-path or at least one student from each house has arts experience. so that’d be like saying dorothea is from adrestia’s opera house, but mercedes and marianne are from companies in faerghus and leicester

the implications? arts is a major past time in fódlan amongst nobles and commoners alike. bam. case closed. everyone should take arts (i kid, i kid)

fun fact: according to my history/geography buff brother, mittelfranken is an administrative district in bavaria, germany. it’s not quite the region/state that contains the capital (unlike mittelfrank actually being in the imperial capital), but it’s a prominent german region nonetheless. there’s no real reason to know this—we’re only going for inspired, not accurate—but i like looking at etymology and there’s no harm in pointing it out

“apprenticed under a popular diva”

oooh, who could that diva be? it makes me wonder what type of music fódlan, or specifically adrestia, listens to. it’s also the perfect excuse for having ost variations and more soundtracks in general. maybe there’s a reason why the main theme has an electro/dubstep version?

SatsumaFSoySoy on serenesforest says that dorothea herself was also a songstress (not just an apprentice), which makes me wonder just how much fame she held during her career. being the apprentice of a pop idol is already a big deal, but having had a singing career herself means dorothea’s pretty well-known. it’d be like if a famous singer ran for office! it’s an odd and massive career jump, so i wonder what the reason could be. she does ask how long a diva’s popularity lasts in her screencap, but it doesn’t clarify if she was a star that burned bright and fast, or she was overwhelmed with the pressure and therefore changed careers. either way, that’s a lot of depth so i’m excited for her characterization

“admitted to the officer’s academy”

i’m curious about the requirements of admission. since it’s open to nobles and commoners, there has to be some other kind of screening to get into the academy. is it power? money? talent? if so, which one does dorothea fall under?

it’d be talent if she was a good songstress, though it could be anything if being part of the opera company is expensive/needs connections. i remember one post that speculated dorothea’s parents being rich merchants (i can’t find it though ;;), which could very well be the case if she isn’t a type of ‘scholarship student’. if that’s the case, then i’d guess that she has issues about her performance abilities (i.e. she’s not good enough as a songstress to make it super big) and that’s the underlying reason why she joined the academy, but we’re just pulling at straws at the moment

“looks to manuela as a well-respected senior”

she definitely seems to be emulating her. dorothea says “ara~”, shows cleavage, and winks in one of her expressions. very much like manuela! it’ll be fun to compare and contrast the two when we get more information on them, because dorothea looks like a huge fan

also interesting to note is that the both of them are wearing collars/chokers. it may be a mittelfrank thing (the different symbols on each could represent rank?), but it could also be because of the above ‘manuela is a role model’ reason. either/or, there aren’t any obvious/recognizable symbols or crests on her outfit, unlike manuela’s lyre-looking pin on her cape. dorothea’s earrings are a common design on the student uniforms (the design is more evident on the right-hand men of each lord), but the flower is a nice personal touch. it’s reddish, much like her house colours, so that could be her bit of national pride!

“lone commoner” + “treats everyone like an equal”

how fun! the dynamic with the rest of her housemates is bound to be interesting. does anyone shun her? is she treated differently because of her status? are there any fernand-esque characters that hate commoners and therefore don’t like dorothea? (ferdinand, don’t disappoint me just because you both have similar names)

i mentioned in the last section that she doesn’t have any recognizable symbols on her outfit. the other non-lord students are the same (except dedue, who has nice earrings that represent one of blaiddyd’s crests), so it’s unclear if she’s totally devoted to edelgard or not (like hubert). i’m leaning towards no, since her motivations seem to stem from a practical perspective about her future, rather than the ‘i must protect my lord’ kind

on the other hand, it also confirms that everyone else in the black eagles are nobles, so any thoughts about petra coming from a cool tribal region (à la rinkah/hayato) might be dashed

(i say might because the idea of tribal nobility is too cool to pass over)

i’m also still clinging onto my bernadetta + edelgard are childhood friends headcanon that you can pry from my cold, dead hands once bernadetta’s profile says otherwise

all in all, i like her already. she was a big fandom favourite since the 2.13 direct bc jojothea, but she’s shaping up to be a potentially well-written character. i have a lot of high hopes for her, and i can see her being a solid source of game lore

i’m personally hoping for her to be a ‘songstress/actress that never made a huge breakthrough’, if only because i want a not-so influential black eagle, but arguments could be said for other camps. in any case, she’s bubbly, sociable, and optimistic, which makes her very lovable in my eyes!

it also means i’ve gotten 5.5/8 personalities right so far (notwithstanding the byleths, sothis, jeralt, and rhea), but i’ll be doing a big roundup post to talk about that more in depth at the end of all the profiles

can i also hope for theatre aus anytime soon

i’m willing to sponsor anyone interested in writing them

thank you for the ask! it was fun to answer~

[asks are open!]

[get-a-new-lease-on-life]

Gallery of Memories / Blocked / ANLoL Excerpts - Master chapter list

Back Chapters will be posted as out-going links. NEW chapters will be posted to the ANLoL Tumblr Blog and linked in their respective locations on this list.

“Gallery of Memories”

GoM is a collection of stand-alone one-shots to go with “A New Lease on Life.” These can be read in any order and can be read separately from the main storyline, but they may not make complete sense if you skip the main story.

Time to Burn

      Rated K+ - T. Song-based, angsty and a little fluffy. Centers around Amber and Donnie with some Mercy. Set during Part I.

Castle of Glass

      Rated K+ - T. Song-based, angsty. Centers around Amber and Donnie during their feud, also features Raph, Leo, Mikey, and Mercy. Set in the early days of Part II after Amber’s leg has healed but before [spoilers redacted.]

Painless

      Rated T for nudity. Super-angsty, might make you cry. Centers around Amber and Donnie during their feud. Set during the early days of Part II.

Twenty-Six

      Rated M for scenes of a sexual nature - lemon and lime with rug-munching. Mushy, sweet, funny, and SO FLUFFY YOU’RE GONNA DIE! Centers around Amber/Donnie with an appearance by Vern and a frying pan. Set during Part IV, non-compliant with story timeline.

Dribble-Drabble 1: Change / Seasons and Cycles

      Rated T for sensitive subjects. Funny and a little fluffy. Centers around Amber/Donnie with an appearance by Mercy. Set during Part II. / Rated M for sex - lime. Mushy, fluffy, and tea-spitting funny with a little hotness. Centers around Amber/Donnie in the future with another appearance by - you guessed it! - Mercy. Set during Part III.

Mush

      Rated T for description of past abuse and Mercy’s mouth. Mushy, fluffy, funny, and a tad angsty. Centers around Mercy and Raph in the first days of their awkward attraction. Not compliant with in-story events. Set during Part II.

Two Out of Three

      Rated M for Lime and Mercy’s mouth. Mushy and funny, awkward friendships, and sweet enough to give you cavities. Centers around two couples - Amber/Donnie and Raph/Mercy - and two sets of awkward friends - Raph and Amber and Donnie and Mercy. This is what happens when you don’t go straight to the horse’s mouth about how your girlfriend feels about you. Set during Part III.

Mercy, Mercy Me

      Rated T for some suggestive scenes and language. Romantic, mushy, and humorous. Also rated WTF because of spiders. Centered on Raph/Mercy, specifically Raph’s secret mushy feelings for Mercy. Set during Part IV.

Make it Rain

      Rated K+ for language. Angsty and dramatic, very emotional. OC-Centric, focuses on Amber’s fear of storms, an influential incident in her previous life, and reflecting on how different she is now from how she was then. Flashback to previous life, set during Part I.

Of Lovers with Brothers

      Rated M for Lime and sexual stuff. Funny and mushy with some hotness and awkward humor, AND references to rug-munching. Read if only because of what happens to Mikey. Centered around Amber/Donnie, featuring Mikey, with appearances by Raph and Bree. Occurs around the Middle of Part II, non-compliant with story events.

Dream Lover

      Rated M - Explicit for LEMON. Romantic, mushy beyond belief, some drama, and plenty of hotness. Beware of nosebleeds. Centers Amber/Donnie through the years before she died and ended up in his world, features a brief appearance by Amber’s Gran’Da, Glen Devon. Beginning is set during the first chapters of Part II, rest of it’s one big-ass flashback montage.

Sweet Sensation

      Rated M for Lime and sexual stuff. Concept-based, funny, mushy, a little drama, and so much fluff you’ll spitting cotton for a week. Centered around Donnie/Amber, features Mercy, and includes an appearance by Raph. Occurs During or after Part IV.

Dribble-Drabble 2: Sick Day / In Stitches

      Rated K+ for possible language. Primarily humorous. Focused on Raph and Mercy, occurs during Part III. / Rated T for sexually suggestive scene and possible language. Humorous and a hint of fluff. Focused on Donnie and Amber and featuring Mikey, occurs post-Part III.

...but is it art?

      Rated T for naked artwork, sexual references, and some suggestive comments. Primarily funny and fluffy, and too mushy to stand on. Centered around Leo and Beverly during the first days of their eventual relationship. Set during Part III

Backaches, Breaks, and Babycakes

      Rated T because Mikey’s a bit of a pervert. Humorous and mushy, mostly a fluff piece. Not set during any particular time other than after Bree and Mikey’s FWB status graduated to Lovers.

Missed Steps

    Rated low M or high T for some sexual references and suggestiveness. Mostly fluff and humor with a serious moment. Set in the distant future, has MAJOR spoilers. Warning: this one’s so sweet and sappy it’ll make you want to vomit...and apparently a couple scenes have made people IRL spit their drinks. Ghost is not responsible for damage to electronics inflicted during the reading of this story.

The Blonde and the Beefcake

Rated mid-M for mildly descriptive oral lemon scene and language. Largely just an excuse to write fluffy smutty Raph and Mercy interaction. Initially this was meant as a pair of scenes to occur during the “Absolutes” arc but I ended up running out of room. :| FYI: Raph and Mercy, as a secondary pairing for the story, have NOT had their first smutty moments occur in-story - that occurred HERE!

      Spinoff Parody “Blocked”

This self-insert parody is just for laughs - it’s a total farce, meant only for the writer to poke fun at herself and bust through writers’ block without resorting to violence. These chapters can be read in any particular order, but be sure to start with the Pilot or nothing will make sense. If, for some weird-ass reason you want to get to know the writer and her weird-ass family beyond blurbs in authors notes, you can find some pretty awkward stuff here. Read if you dare. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Pilot - The Repercussions of Writers’ Block

      Rated M for language, a panic attack, and a few vague references to abuse. Humor, drama, a tad of angst. Mostly humor.

NOPE.

      Rated T for language and suggestiveness. Mostly humor with an incident of awkward flirtation between Ghost and Cold.

Blood and Water

      This one’s a mess. Rated M for language, sexual references, references to abuse and IRL drama. Mostly drama and angst with a little humor and fluff at the end. Won’t blame you if you skip this one.

Hair

      Rated T for immaturity and language. Horror, humor, drama, and humor...and did I mention humor? Because if not, humor.

Tumblr exclusives - collected excerpts

These come from “A New Lease on Life” and “Gallery of Memories.” Some are posted to fulfill prompts or challenges and some are posted as appetizers for the story or to share an event I feel particularly proud of executing.

OC development: Which OC is just...really, really weird?

       Focuses on Amber O’Brien, primarily humor with some fluff and mush. One scene of suggestive nature.

Amber O’Brien and Mercy Ross - Awkward Friends Bond Awkwardly

      Focuses on Amber and Mercy interactions. Rated T for language and an episode of drunken disorderliness, and several sexually suggestive scenes. Mostly humor. Features a lot of Amber-being-weird and Mercy-embarrassing-Amber.

OC Development: Most Memorable Birthday

     If you’ve read “GoM: Twenty-Six” above, you can skip this one, it’s the same thing.

The Clash of the Blonde and the Beefcake

      Rated M for lots of language and some suggestiveness, and references/descriptions regarding past abuse and addiction. Focuses on Mercy’s first experience with Raph’s temper and the fears it dredges up. Angst and Drama, transitions to mush and fluff, then ends with humor and mush.

Raph & Kimber - Dirty Little Secret

      Rated high T for language, references to abuse, a suggestive scene with implications of previous sexual activity, and heavy angst. This one mostly just compiles the two “Raph and Kimber” flashback chapters from “A New Lease on Life” into one story but there are some minor changes, too. (Mostly these changes are on account of a change in style or extra smartassery.) Drama and angst transitioning to humor and angst, with a slight spattering of one-sided romantic angst, then ending in just plain angst. Fair warning - Kimber dies in this one and it’s a tear-jerker.

OC Development: Which OC sings in the shower?

    Just for fun. ;) Rated T for possible language and some suggestiveness. Focuses on a scene in Part II after Amber and Donnie nearly christened the pantry. So much awkwardness here...

[kakkoweeb]

tagged by @atsumus thank you i see this is about writing and i love you for that

i,, don’t know who to tag WRITER FRIENDS ASSEMBLE okay maybe @karasunovolleygays hello i am interested to see you do this, if you haven’t yet

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

i formulated it for tumblr and and decided to use it for ao3 to retain my branding. it’s basically just, cool weeb idk it’s not even true but i’m owning it

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

that would be the multi-chapter i guess. though i do want to maybe someday do actual math like. compare the kudos/comment ratio with the hits and then calculate which ACTUALLY performed the best based on that.

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

oh it’s that one art i did of oikawa saying “4 YEARS WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER AND YOU DON’T WANNA SEE ME JUMP OUTTA DA CAKE” except i put a comic sans ‘excuse u’. not sure why i used it either; it makes me look sassy whenever i reply to comments but it got me a mutual (lolol hi vio) and people comment about it when they see it so No Ragrets

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

yES. the oikage ao3 community is so kind to me tbh ever since i posted my first fics. of course i love every single commenter i get (with one exception, maybe.) and i appreciate the diversity when i post non-oikage fics too. (those are basically my ao3 categories. oikage and misc JDFKSJD)

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

i reread my own fics from time to time for no reason and the ones that i come back to the most are from the p+c series i did for oikage week. i’m sort of proud of them? but i feel like they didn’t get as much feedback as i would’ve liked so i appreciate them in my own time. #2 and #5 in particular.

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

i’m a picky person, so i only have 25 bookmarks, 8 work subscriptions, and 3 user subscriptions. the bookmarks and subscriptions may overlap

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

i am a private au royalty, and i have so many idek which to start, which i’m actually going to write, etc. i’m a sucker for complex and adventure aus, as well as the heart-wrenching ones

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

uhhh user subscriptions are 25, subscriptions are 86, and bookmarks are 331. doesn’t seem like a lot haha how dare you ask me this,

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

basically everything that i write yet don’t post. mostly because they involve my ocs. don’t get me wrong; i’m good at making ocs now i don’t mary sue or anything and they’re all really cool and story-relevant but people just don’t want/need to see that kind of thing, you know?

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

setting description, dialogue-heavy pieces, condensing a work to involve less words, romance in general u gh how an anti-romance as a genre person ended up here is a mystery to me, and just. writing in general. as far as i see, i still suck

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

rarepairs. i don’t think i’ve ever glorified a popular ship before. if ever i do write for them it’s just because it was requested or something.

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

21

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

uhhhh last i counted i had like 30+ non-drabble/short WIPs but that was last year. a lot has happened since then adfjsdkf

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

my head can’t remember what day it is, so i write em down. 

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

nope (i want to tho)

16. How did you discover AO3?

tumblr, i would think, back when i was still fixated on dmmd.

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

HAHAHAHA no

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

nope lmfao but i could. because i am kakkoweeb from now on y’all are The Weeb Shits djdkf im joking of course. does anyone other than youtubers even do that?

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

when i was eight years old, i think that would be anne mazer. right now, i’m inspired by my favourite fic authors bECAUSE THEY’RE ALL SO GOOD i’d name drop/tag but i’m embarrassed haha,, basically take a good look at my bookmarks you’ll know who they are

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

everyone has to start somewhere, and i think a pretty good start before the actual writing is reading. reading is where the whole thing begins, and from it you can get ideas and styles and words, and develop your way of thinking. as for actual writing: it’s important not to pressure yourself to be really really good and that you find ways to have fun with it. write for your own reasons. look to improvement, but not to the point that it’s all you care about. it’s normal to get stuck, it’s normal to go slow. but if you really love it, don’t quit. keep writing and you’ll never go wrong. oh, and editing is your friend.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

definitely plot out. it’s going to be impossible for me to remember everything on the fly, and ideas pop out at random times in the day and i can’t discard them, so each story has a plan. the level of detail depends on the complexity and my own creative ability at any given moment. sometimes tho i get ideas midway through speed-typing and just go with them.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

no, not really bad. some kind of off-topic, yes, but not bad. i just don’t reply.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

romantic things in general. the emotions and sensations that come with touch and affection, because i don’t write those based on experience.

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

…a lot. just. a lot.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

bruh yeah. i even have projects that have spinoffs/sequels where i want to write the sequels before the actual project 

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

ideally, that would be to write and then feel satisfied with what i’ve written, in terms of the degree of accomplishment (did i just finish a subsection or a chapter? get past a part where i was stuck?) and the quality. most days, it’s too high a goal.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

infinitely, yes. it’d be a little embarrassing if i didn’t improve since childhood

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

i,, i don’t know, i like and hate them all to some degree lmfao

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

:)))) i don’t want to talk about it. if you read my writing journal though, you might be able to tell what it is.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

hopefully finished with a couple of things, still writing, and maybe with some writer friends? I HOPE AND CREI

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

…finding a word processor. LMAO idk each aspect has its own easy and hard moments depending on the type of project you’re working on. getting excited about an idea, maybe? that’s easy

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

writing

33. Why do you write?

because i have been for years and don’t know how to do anything else, and because i want to be the content i want to see in the world. also because i have like 34838 worlds in my head and need a medium for all of them