#where is the fanfic someone wrote about us. need a hit.

[melto]

please no one talk to me about shiguru kiramager kissing men im not handling it well

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 6

The Confrontation

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: deku makes an appearance here heheh. bakugou lowkey might like fanfics? but only if they're about him. scary confrontation 😟 reader is a bit sad and confused :(

Word Count: 1.4k

previous chapter

As soon as Bakugou got home, he opened his computer and looked up 'Bakugou x Reader'. What came up was a ton of links to different websites, one of the top ones being HeroFiction.Com.

Clicking on it, he scrolled through the sight and found many other original stories about different pro heroes.

While doing this, he learned that this was called fan fiction, which he'd heard about before, but he never paid attention to it because he didn't care.

Keeping the website open, he leaned back and wondered, were you writing fan fiction about him? You must've been, based on your notes. Did you write for other pro heroes, or just him?

A small part of him hoped you only wrote for him.

He sighed and rubbed his hands down his face, trying to think about what the hell he was going to do about this. Clearly, this was something you didn't want to tell him, meaning you kept it a secret.

And he hates secrets, but for some reason, this didn't feel too bad. He was almost... flattered, in a way. He was also curious and he just wanted to know more. But how would he even bring this up to you?

Deciding he'd need help with understanding this website, he called someone he trusted.

"Hey Deku. You know what fan fiction is, right?"

Blushing, Izuku replied with "Why are you asking me that Kacchan?!"

"Because I know you used to write that shit back in high school!" He explained, "Just tell me what you know about this site called 'HeroFiction.com.'"

A lightbulb went off in Izuku's head, "Oh yeah I recognize that name! It's basically a website for pro hero fanfiction. I've seen a few good ones actually-"

"Yeah okay, thanks." Katsuki said, cutting off his friend.

It was time for him to do more of his own research, specifically on this website.

...

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your bed wondering how you got there.

Did I fall asleep? You wondered.

You cringed at the thought of Bakugou seeing you asleep and hoped you didn't do anything embarrassing.

Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and saw a text from Bakugou letting you know he had left after putting you in your bed.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and texted him back a thank you, and an apology for falling asleep while he was over.

After tossing your phone down onto the bed next to you, you stretched and blinked away any leftover sleep.

As you were stretching your legs you felt your foot hit something softly. Wondering what it was, you sat up and looked at the foot of your bed, eyes widening when you realized it was your notebook.

But this wasn't just any notebook- this one had all of your notes for fics you were planning on writing.

You thought about how Bakugou brought you into your bedroom, and your heart sank to your stomach when you realized he probably saw your notebook.

"Noooo!" You cried and placed your hands over your eyes. "Kill me now..."

You prayed to any higher power out there that he didn't read anything.

...

Your prayers clearly didn't reach anyone because a few hours after waking up, you got a text from Bakugou that said, "Can we talk? ASAP."

Biting your nail nervously, you texted back "Sure" and asked when and where he'd want to meet up.

Quickly texting back, he told you he'd meet you at a cafe near your neighborhood in a few hours.

A little while later as you got ready to meet up with him you felt like you were going to cough up your stomach and die from your nerves.

You didn't want to accept it, but deep down you knew he figured out your secret. It was already terrifying trying to keep what you did in your free time a secret, but now that the person you wrote about knew, was even more terrifying!

It seemed as though your frantic thoughts made time go by even faster than usual, and it was now time for you to leave so you could make it to the cafe on time.

Taking a deep breath and patting your face, you stepped out of your apartment and began to head to the cafe.

...

As Bakugou sat at the cafe in the outdoor dining area, he tapped his foot anxiously as he awaited your arrival.

After his phone call with Deku and doing his own research (which just consisted of reading other fan fictions he came across), he came to the conclusion that he would accept this hobby of yours, if you were honest about it when he confronted you.

Since he had browsed the website a bit, he came across some stories that were actually decent (but also others that were very, very questionable and he really hoped you didn't write anything like that. ESPECIALLY not a story with him and that damn Deku).

He'd never admit it, but it boosted his ego a bit to know that you wrote about him, and he definitely wanted to read some of your stuff. He wanted to know if it was as good as some of the other ones he has read.

Suddenly, he saw your figure walking towards him and he was snapped out of his thoughts. He sat up straighter and placed his elbows against the table, leaning forward.

You sat down across from him silently with a shy look on your face. "So..." You said softly, "You wanted to talk?"

He cleared his throat, "Yeah. I'll just get to the point..." He said, before hesitating to say, "That night I was at your place, I saw your notebook-"

You grimaced, knowing exactly what he was talking about, and placed your hands over your face in embarrassment. "I'm sorry." You said.

Letting out a deep breath, you uncovered your face and continued to speak while looking down at your lap. "I knew this would come up eventually, I just didn't think it'd be so soon..."

Bakugou scoffed, "So when were you gonna tell me? Never?"

You frowned at his tone, "No! It's just not an easy topic to talk about Bakugou. It's embarrassing and I wasn't just going to say 'Hey Bakugou, did you know I've been writing fan fiction about you for three years?'"

He blinked. He could understand where you were coming from. In fact, he'd probably be more weirded out if you had told him that easily. But, even though you were honest now, it still doesn't shake his uneasiness about you keeping a secret from him.

Sure, it wasn't a huge, life threatening secret, but it was still something you kept from him. He liked honesty, especially in a relationship and it's something he valued heavily. A part of him felt like he should've known about this sooner, since it was about him for gods sake!

He sighed. "Before you go assuming things, I'm not mad at ya, okay?" He said, "I just... I think I need time to think about this alright? A few days at most."

You furrowed your eyebrows subconsciously, making your eyes look big and puppy like. Well damn, how was he supposed to stay away from you when you gave him that look?

"Okay." You spoke sadly, "I understand. I shouldn't have kept that from you, so again, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "'S fine."

You rubbed your sweaty palms on your legs and stood up. "I'll give you time now, alright? Just, call or text me whenever you're ready." You said and gave him a small wave before walking back in the direction you came from.

As you made your way back, you thought about your talk with Bakugou.

If you wanted to keep seeing him, maybe you would have to stop writing. You were starting to really like Bakugou, and you didn't want a silly hobby to get in the way of a potentially serious relationship with him.

You felt your eyes tear up. It was hard to think about giving up writing. You had made friends through your writing, your own little community online. It was great! But realistically, could you keep this up forever?

That same night, you posted on your page.

Hi everyone. I've decided to take a break from writing for a while. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I will still leave everything here for you to read.

Thank you, xo.

authors note

HIII omg im so sorry i haven't updated this fic in a while 🥹 this chapter was actually really fun to write and omg writing readers thoughts at the end lowkey made me sad!! how do you feel about it? pls lmk!!

love ya!

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[copperbadge]

I was making breakfast and listening to an episode of Just King Things this morning, which is a podcast I do recommend -- two very smart English teachers are reading the books of Stephen King in publication order and discussing them. This could go extremely awry except they're both highly conscious of his failings as well as his skill, so they do really well handling a lot of his less salutatory content.

They've hit the point in King's ouvre (this episode was about Hearts In Atlantis) that follows his recovery from the car accident that very nearly killed him, where he was struck by a van while out walking. One of them pointed out that it seems as though he came back from nearly dying determined to write the wildest shit imaginable and only write what he wanted, which struck a chord in me this time despite having listened to this episode before. Perhaps because I was thinking about my own writing and where it's going in the short term (there are a couple of short stories I want to do that I don't quite have a way into yet). I generally don't think about the drift of my creativity in the long term because when I do I usually draw the wrong conclusions.

I don't really classify my life, the way some people who've had high-impact injuries do, as before-TBI and after-TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury -- the fairly severe concussion I had in January of 2020). For one thing, given I had to cancel a trip to NYC because of it, it may have saved my life; I almost certainly would have caught COVID as someone with known lung issues in New York at the time. For another, the TBI was way scarier to almost everyone else; for me it was just one more dumb injury I gave myself and I didn't even remember most of it so it hardly registered. I used to open the story of it with a joke about waking up not remembering going to bed the night before, but nobody ever found it funny.

It's true that there are changes it wrought in my life, though. Even practical stuff like making sure my living space doesn't have tripping hazards and continuing to wear a fitbit even though I don't really need to (the fitbit told us, the morning after, exactly when the concussion happened, because it registered a heart-rate spike when I fell). For weeks after, I had to move slowly and put off making important decisions because I couldn't trust my physical or intellectual judgement; I didn't even jaywalk in my own neighborhood because I couldn't be sure I was judging the cars' speeds properly. For about a year after I had periodic post-concussion syndrome which basically just slammed me back into concussion space, which wasn't painful or upsetting but was definitely inconvenient.

And it's also undeniable that my writing shifted after the injury. It's not necessarily because of the injury, since my initial recovery from the TBI and the declaration of quarantine happened at roughly the same time, and anyone who tells you that a years-long global pandemic didn't impact their artistic expression is selling you a line. But the last thing I wrote before the TBI was the first draft of Six Harvests, and aside from the Six Harvests publication draft, which had fairly minimal changes, almost all that I've written has been blue-sky, light-hearted, PG-rated romance. It's been on my mind that I've been writing different subject matter from what I used to, but the timing of it didn't strike me until just recently.

I don't mind, really. I love fandom and I support fanfic in whatever expression it comes, but I'm also happy writing my own stories. While I'm aware it's been years since I've meaningfully written fanfic, it doesn't bother me per se, as long as I'm writing. It bothered me much more when I could write fanfic but not original fic, especially in those last few awful months at my last job. I'm proud of the literary and non-genre fiction I've written in the past, but it's also much more trying and frustrating to write at times, so I'm enjoying having a different sort of challenge that feels more fulfilling in the process. I'm sure at some point I'll go back to literary fiction -- there are ways in which it's hard to avoid turning the later Shivadh novels into literary fiction, being honest -- but for now I like what I'm writing, and I'm writing primarily to please myself and without regard to what's necessarily rational or linear.

Just struck me, is all, that it's by far the most noticeable major shift in my work. I do sort of wonder what will be next.

[t0xicityz]

Finding Nemo<3

Poly seventeen x Fem!Reader

Summery: boys came back from the studio missing you only to find they actually are missing you, before they could get worried they all got a text saying.. “come find me<3”

A/N: heyooo! First fanfic please forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes or if my grammar is bad, I was born in the pacific islands so this wasn’t my first language and this fanfic is short so sorry guys I didn’t have any other ideas I ran out😭

“Seungcheol tell Mingyu to move! I need to see ___!”

Seungcheol sighed as Seungkwan started whining when mingyu was taking his time to get inside the house, the others were laughing while seungkwan was lightly hitting mingyu on the back while trying to push him.

When they made it inside seungkwan was running around trying to look for you only with the others but you have seem to gone so wonwoo pulled out his phone to call but when he did it went straight to voicemail. “Strange..” wonwoo said as everyone saw it go to voicemail.

But when they all tried to call her it still went to voicemail and as seungkwan started whining along with mingyu they suddenly hear their phone go off so everyone quickly picked up their phone only to find a text from ___.

My___<3: come find me my loves<3

They all sighed before a smirk started to appear on everyone’s faces, everyone was silent before Vernon started to speak. “Let’s make a bet, first one to find her gets to have her all to themselves for the night if she consents of course.” Everyone nodded and seungkwan pulled a contract he wrote down while Vernon was talking. “Ok everyone sign it just in case someone tries to cheat.” So everyone signed.

Signatures:

Mingyu:3

Seungkwan<3

Minghao:)

Junhui. (Dk: boring 🥱)

Scoups.seungcheol

Hoshi 🐯

DK. AKA DOKYEOM>:) (Kwan: just DK gosh🙄)

Woozi

Joshua^v^

Jeon.Wonwoo (mingyu:🤭)

Jeonghan

Vernon

Dino

“Ok the game begins.” So everyone sprinted out and started looking for you, everyone looked everywhere under the beds, in the closets under the couch, under the kitchen table even in the bathrooms but still couldn’t find you, while they were looking you were hiding in a attic.

You heard a few of the boys walk past but never worried you because you know they were never going to find you.

Oh boy were you wrong.

You were about to fall asleep but your eyes flew open when you heard someone trying to open the attic, so you quickly got up and started looking around to find something you can hide in. The only thing you could hid in is an empty box so you quickly jumped in the box and closed it right as the attic door opened.

You could hear the footsteps of someone but then turned into multiple footsteps which means.

Everyone is in the attic.

You held your breath in when they got closer to you but remembered you theft your phone out there on the floor. While you were scolding yourself you hear one of them laugh as they started talking.

“She probably isn’t in here”

“Yea your right let’s go check somewhere else”

“But what about the ph-“

“Probably moved to another spot that little cheater, she’s not here let’s go.”

You heard shuffling here and there then heard the attic door shut, you were about to jump out the box when you heard the attic door open again.

“I forgot guys ___ wanted us to take this box to the garage we might as well do it now”

You got confused but nearly screamed when you felt yourself getting picked up and taken out of the attic, you where kinda relaxed when you hear someone said.”put the box in the garage then hurry up and find ___!”.

You heard a door open before you felt yourself getting put down then heard the footsteps faded along with the door closing. You sighed as you waited there for a bit then as you opened the box to get out you looked around only to find the you are not in the garage.

Your are in your bedroom surrounded by all 13 of them giving you a smug look as you were shook they actually found you less then an 2 hours.

You quickly stood up pouting then started complaining, but as you were about too, seungcheol got up and closed your mouth shut with a filthy kiss but got stopped by Vernon.

“Hey remember the bet you were not the only one who found her too, we all found her at the same time.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes and he sat back down while Vernon wrapped his hands around your waist as he gave you a smile.

“Probably want to know how we found you, well we were actually going to leave the attic because we thought you weren’t in there but saw your a little bit of your head sticking out of the box so we thought it was a great idea to tease you a little.”

You grunted as you plopped down onto the bed right next to wonwoo and jeonghan, then quickly got up as you gave them a confused look. “What do you mean bet?”

They gave each other a look before wonwoo gently sat you back down onto the bed as they all got up and surrounded you, wonwoo being the closest wrapped his arms around you as the rest were looking at you up and down before woozi started talking.

“Sorry baby but we made a bet to see if one of us would find you first but ended up with all of us finding you.”

“So what’s the prize for the winner..?”

Joshua walked up to you then bent down while rubbing your cheek gently.

“You Darling.”

You almost choked on air when you heard what he had said, your eyes were wide along with your mouth. “But if you don’t want to we don’t have to my love.” Minghao said as he gave you a reassuring smile along with the rest.

You thought about it for a little then started mumbling as you nodded your head. “What was that sweetie come on baby tell us what you want?” Seungkwan said as he started kissing your neck, “Please I want it do whatever you want I don’t care just p-please” you said as your body shuddered.

“Ok baby you ready to begin because once you say yes there is no going back unless you use the safe word.”

“…yes”

[alexxness]

Against Us - A Short Fiddauthor FanFic

Another one shot I've just posted on AO3!!

I don't think I've ever seen anyone writing or drawing comics about Fiddleford or Ford suffering from homophobia back in college, which I'm glad btw!! But they were living in the 70s back then, so I wrote this quick one-shot about them comforting each other because of homophobic people in college. (They are dating in this one-shot btw)

Btw, see if you can guess which song Fiddleford was actually listening to in the beginning ;]

Fiddleford was, once again, doing his homework, this time listening to “Pack Your Bags, Mack" on a cassette player he borrowed from Stanford.

He was alone in their room… He wondered where his roommate had gone since Sixer is usually the one arriving first. As soon as that thought came, Ford entered the room in a rush.

“Oh, hey Stanford. I thought you’d never arrive, is everything ok?” he says, while pausing the song.

“Oh yes, I’m fine, it’s nothing important.” the six-fingered responded, tossing his coat to his bed.

“You sure? You came in in a rush, were you… running from someone?--” Fiddleford concerningly wondered.

“I said I’m fine...”

“Okay… If you say so.” the Western boy responded, focusing on his homework once again.

Ford sighs. Fiddleford knew something was up, but Sixer didn’t want to bother his roommate with the same conversation over and over… Besides, just because Fiddleford is his boyfriend now, doesn’t mean he has to protect him all the time, Ford can defend himself.

“You know that guy in our, huh–” Stanford pauses.

Fiddleford turned his chair to listen to his partner.

“What guy?” he asked.

“That annoying guy from our chemistry class?” Sixer takes off his glasses to rub his eyes.

“Wait, wait… Are you talking about Roderick? Roderick Thompson?” Fiddleford assumes.

“Yeah, that guy,” Ford responds while wearing his glasses again.

“Oh gee, what happened?” the Western boy concerningly asked, as if it wasn’t the first time he had heard about this guy.

“The usual shit. I was just coming in a worry because I just COULDN’T. TAKE IT. Ugh, I wish I could just– Hit him, but I know I’m no better if I do so.” Ford looks at his fingers.

“Good that you have that common sense. But ‘ya know, some limits should be drawn sometimes, and I think Roderick has passed that limit for a long time.”

“What are you suggesting me to do?”

“I ain’t suggesting ‘ya anything. I mean, I go there and–”

“No, Fiddleford. I don’t need you to go there and defend me, I can do it myself.”

“I know, but– I don’t want ‘ya to go through this alone, besides… Roderick does kinda pick on me too.”

“What?”

“Yeah… I apologize I never told you.”

“Oh no, it’s ok. I completely understand you.” Ford paused “But… Hey, I know I ain’t no example, but you know you can tell me anything, right?” he seats next to Fiddleford.

“Yes, I know. And I appreciate that you are here for me, I’ll always be here for ‘ya too.” Fiddleford holds his partner’s hands.

“Of course.”

They silently looked at each other’s eyes, almost like they had a heart-shaped reflection inside.

“So like… What type of things did Roderick do to you…? If you don’t mind me asking.” Ford wondered.

“Well, the usual shit. Calls me a nerd, a weirdo, a freak…” Fiddleford paused, looking away “He called me ‘queer’ as an insult.”

“Oh.” the six-fingered has no words.

“Yeah. I just never told anyone about this, because I’m afraid my grandma may find out, and lemme tell ‘ya, she’s not kind to people like us, Stanford!” Fiddleford exclaimed with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, Fiddleford. I’m– I’m so sorry.” Ford softly hugged his partner.

“I love my grandma, but if she found out I’m with you, she’s– She’d go crazy.”

“I know. My parents ain’t no different, especially because of my religion.” Stanford responds while laying his head on Fiddleford’s shoulder.

Fiddleford sighs and lays on Ford’s head. “Why do our families have to be against us?”

“I don’t know. I’m sure in the future things will be greater for us though, but for now, I think we just have to live with this…”

[satancopilotsmytardis]

How do you settle down to write? Like do you put music on, have a certain set up, a snack?

I’m mainly asking because I have multiple fanfic on hiatus (some for 3 years 💀💀💀) because I can’t just sit down and write 😭

I have all this inspiration, and all these ideas (I have 582 open docs 0-0) but struggle to write more than a few sentences a week. I’m not short on ideas by any means, I just can’t WRITE them.

Okay so you gotta figure out what works for you. I read this and my immediate reaction was "well I can't answer that, I just sit down and write, that's not going to be helpful". And I do just sit down and write, I have a lot of things I'm working on, but I pick one or two a day to do and then I just write.

BUT I use 4thewords which is a website that creates an RPG around writing. Every amount you write can progress the story, give you in-game rewards, and help you build a writing streak (at the time of writing I am at 999 days in my streak (I have absolutely missed days but you can recover those with stempos)). I'll be honest, I haven't read a single game pop-up that actually explains the story, I literally don't care about it. But I knew I wrote the most when I was at school participating in Nanowrimo where I could do word sprints and word crawls with other people, and I couldn't hold myself accountable to do them on my own. But the monsters on 4thewords and the quests that can be done help me to stay on track and keep writing.

On days when I don't want to write, I still often end up groaning and saying ugh, if I just defeat ten monsters that each are only 44 words, then I can earn my daily chest, that won't take that long. And I do it. Or if I'm at 3.8k words and I want to stop, ugh there's another reward if I hit 4k, so I might as well just finish the last 200 words. And then, oh wait, there's another reward at 5k, how long will 1k more take me?

I use this site because it has built-in goals and rewards so that I have accountability outside of myself to keep me motivated and producing words. That's the method that I've found works best for me. If you're someone who likes external goals and deadlines, then that might work for you too (or a different similar site-- this one does have a paid subscription, but there is also a free trial to give it a go if you'd like).

If you think that having outside deadlines is too much pressure, then this probably isn't the method for you. Do you edit too much as you write? Try writing in white font on a white page (or whatever color you'd like) so that you can't see what you're writing. Do you get distracted researching something that will amount to one line of text? Put that thing [in brackets] and don't research it until you are going back to edit and adjust from there (same works with naming places or characters). Do you need other people to motivate you? Join a forum (4thewords has lots of these but I don't visit them) or have an IRL buddy who will check in with you and ask you if you wrote that day. Is your writing space uncomfortable? Too comfortable? Optimize it for you! No motivation due to mental illness? Been there, fully understandable, take the time you need to work on that first and other things will start to fall back into place as the brain recuperates.

Not writing when you want to write means that something else is going on, and it has to be you who figures out what that is and makes the changes that are needed to get you writing again. Idk if this was actually helpful, but literally I roll out of bed every day thinking about doing my dailies like a mobile gamer so like... this is all I've got, sorry!

[stillsolo]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. respond to the prompts out of character !

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? oh, where do i even begin?  well, i suppose i should start with how long sw has been in my life.  ANH was the first movie my mother ever saw when she visited the USA; she saw it with my grandmother ( and subsequently developed a massive crush on harrison, so indiana jones became a huge part of my childhood too lol ).  for this reason, my mother introduced my brother and I to sw when we were actual babies.  then, when the prequels came out, it’s all me and my brother consumed.  from the movies themselves to the original clone wars cartoon to the PS2 games to the novels/book series.  we watched it on a tiny portable player for every trip, and every time my relatives needed us to go away to let the adults talk lol.  it also helped our comprehension of english so much. i can’t recall a time in which sw hasn’t been present in my life! before i joined the tumblr swrpc, i kept to myself in the prequels community, wrote fanfic, and rped anakin on skype.  he’s always been a character that hit a little too close to home in one too many ways.  the main parallel i have with him (that doesn’t relate to his mental issues haha) is his love/devotion/attachment to his mother.  it’s difficult for me to explain without getting into the aspects of my culture (孝順 / filial piety), but in short, i am cantonese; if my mother asked me for my thumb tomorrow, i would give her my arm today.  anakin’s love for his mother, his determination to free her from slavery at an early age, was very touching.  EPII has been memed to oblivion, yes, but the pain i feel when anakin doesn’t get to hear his mother tell him she loves him one last time before she dies, and knowing that it haunts him for the rest of his life (eu), makes me want to throw myself out a window lmao  i have an extremely close relationship with my parents; this sort of pain is absolutely gutting for someone like me. anyway, when i joined the tumblr swrpc, writing han solo was never the plan.  i originally wanted to write luke but ended up changing my mind at the last second.  I’d written well over a dozen fics with han at that point, but was nowhere near confident, so i thought of it as more of an experiment. guess that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, because if you really think about it, since the day i started writing him in fics, he hasn’t stopped butting into my brain.  in fact, he’s been harassing me ever since—to the point that i even switched from writing luke to him… lol given my upbringing and my mother’s love for him, han has always been my childhood hero, as well as my brother’s.  our dad was our han solo.  the nostalgic and familial associations run so deep, it’s difficult to articulate.  we share many traits, right down to his universally agreed-upon zodiac sign (sagittarius); i know han solo like the back of my hand—and it’s probably because i wanted to be just like him when i grew up.

is there anything you don’t like to write? character death.  if i have to say another, it’s when people conflate harrison with the character he plays and then decides to address that in a thread.  harrison was a ladies man back in the 80s, and that’s fine, but that doesn’t mean the same for han.  i hate seeing the conflation between the two.  not sure if this happens as often anymore, but there was a time when fics/threads/even han rpers would lean into it, by default, thus totally destroying his character in my eyes.  i mean, write it as a storyline, that’s cool and fine, but infidelity has never been inherently part of his character.  i will die on this fucking hill.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? most unpopular opinion ever: action sequences.  critical situations, fast paced action, thriller scenes featuring immediate, life-threatening circumstances.  i love writing that which exhibits a sense of urgency and tension, with sprinklings of emotional depth and contemplative introspective moments.  scenes with internal conflict combined with aforementioned external events.  even evading enemy forces, sustaining minor/major injuries, dressing wounds.  dunno why those are always the most fun to me.  aside from that?  romance/romantic angst.  i’ve had many writing partners over the years, and each one thought they could outdo me in writing romantic angst.  sometimes, the psychosomatic pain of heartbreak isn’t far from feeling like you’ve lost a limb in battle.

how do you come up with headcanons? by being the most annoying, meticulous person ever.  i’m extremely detail oriented; when i see incongruities in my own work, i perish.  so, when i come up with headcanons, i have to consider all factors that may affect the outcome of whatever question i’ve posed in my mind and feel the need to justify my choices, for whatever reason, by tying it back to XYZ.  my headcanons must align with my muse’s personality, their environment from childhood to adulthood, their current circumstances, and if it’s an AU, how it mirrors canon events.  canon/eu is everything imo, because they are their own choices; it’s what shaped them into the character we know them as.  ofc, this is my process and opinion, so make of that what you will.

do you write in silence or do you play music? no music, no tv.  sometimes people talking is too much for me.  i have adhd and my medication only helps so much.  i will absolutely start writing down the conversation or lyrics playing in the background lol

do you plan your replies or wing them? plotting vs planning replies is different to me.  plotting gives me a foundation, but it can’t be too confining.  to plan a reply is to block out each moment.  if you trap me, i will always deviate; so i wing everything, even when i have a foundation.

do you enjoy shipping? yes, absolutely!  i’m not sure why people tend to assume otherwise, but i’m more open to it than people think.  i’ve never cared about who you write, if they’re in the sw franchise, or even what era of sw etc etc  never given a shit about what people think; if our muses click, they click.  honestly, some of the best ships i’ve had with han, as in the most enjoyable and enlightening of his character, have been ‘crack ships’.

what’s your alias/name? vin, vince, vincent.  vincent van hoe.  trash bin vin.

age? 27!

birthday? dec 2!

favorite color? silver.  if that’s not a color to you, then blue.

favorite song? you can’t expect me to… well, ‘in your eyes’ by the weeknd has been up there for a long time.

last movie you watched? star wars: the clone wars (2008)

last show you watched? … the clone wars lol

last song you listened to? billie jean - MJ.

favorite food? my mother’s 番茄炒蛋 ( egg and tomato stir fry ), unagi, freshly baked breads, fresh fruit …

favorite season? i get mostly tropical weather, but i love a cold winter.

do you have a tumblr best friend? unfortunately, so many people have left the site over the years, but i'm grateful to call these people some of the closest friends i have in the rpc: @techniiciian @desiccation @vibraea @rcvanchist @sgterso @voxcrystallis

tagged : @debelltio thank you for thinking of me!! tagging : if you're still reading this, i tag you!

[thewolvesof1998]

get to know your fic writer + WIP Snippet

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend 

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

God, I definitely posted 1D fics on Wattpad back in the day, probably in 2013 but I started posting again only in June of this year. 

First character(s) you wrote for:

It was probably something 1D related either Larry or an OC/Harry Styles

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Buck and Eddie of course. 

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Hmmm I don’t have anything planned, I’m just following the hyperfixation but probably someone from the 911 world, maybe Ravi or May?

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

9-1-1

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck and Chris- you can't really avoid Buck as Chris's other parent when writing Buddie. Bobby and Buck- another father-and-son relationship. Eddie and Sophia- the Diaz siblings. The entire firefam I suppose.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck/Eddie

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Not Beta Read, One Shot and Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz 

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

I haven't written in weeks but the inspiration hit tonight so here a bit from a new wip- something for Halloween:

Eddie could hear the creak of the tree outside as the wind tumbled through its branches, someone calling for their dog a few doors down and a motorcycle roaring down the street adjacent to his. He could also hear Buck’s heartbeat, its usual slow and steady thump, thump, thump. Normally he would hear Christopher's soft breaths and fluttering heartbeat from the room down the hall but the house is empty tonight.  He can still taste the tequila from the shots they’d decided were a good idea after finishing their usual six pack. The alcohol warming his stomach, making his limbs feel like they belonged to someone else. Without thinking about it, they place themselves on Buck’s broad chest, his skin a contrast to the dark blue button-up Buck decided to wear tonight. Eddie can feel the sharp intake of breath beneath them and his eyes drag themselves up to Buck’s face. His usually pale skin is flushed ever so slightly, confusion dragging his eyebrows together in a look that would be comical if Eddie wasn’t so damn in love with him.  “Eds?” Buck whispers, so quiet that if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing he wouldn’t have heard it. Eddie doesn’t respond, not verbally at least, he just steps in closer, placing his forehead on Buck’s shoulder, face tucked into his neck. Buck’s hands automatically come up to rest on his arms and Eddie thinks just for a moment that he’s going to push him away but instead, Buck’s fingers curl around his biceps, holding him tightly.  Eddie breathes in, taking in Buck’s scent, citrus, honeycomb and sunshine on snow, it’s just as intoxicating as the alcohol. He’s nuzzling into Buck’s neck chasing that scent before he can stop himself. Buck shudders but doesn’t pull away instead, he bares his neck and tries to relax despite the vulnerable position. Buck has to know he’s not going to hurt him, Eddie could never hurt him.  He opens his mouth and sucks in a breath, “Buck…” his name is as sweet as the taste of him on Eddie’s tongue. It so distracting that he forgets what he is going to say and instead, his hands slide up and one around Buck’s neck and into his hair, using the grip to tilt his head so Eddie has better access. Buck gasps, his fingers digging in painfully before relaxing again but Eddie barely registers it, drowning in Buck’s scent until it was just Buck and only him.  Eddie’s teeth and claws lengthen as the primal need takes control, he manages to loosen his grip enough to avoid piercing Buck, the need to protect is just as strong as the need to mark and claim. 

Tagging:

@wikiangela​ @wildlife4life ​ @eddiebabygirldiaz ​ @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @bekkachaos @buddierights @forthewolves @911-on-abc @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @eddiediaztho @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @fortheloveofbuddie @sammy-souffle @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherbuckley @hoodie-buck @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg @pirrusstuff

[augment-techs]

prompts based on lines from fanfics that hit different after the tenth read

Slayer, Slayer, Monster Killer//Into the den//A blazing Inferno//Defender of the Innocent

Cauterize the wound.

Blood quickly began to fill the water.

Blue tint surrounding the lips.

He'd take jazz over a symphony, rock over jazz, and a crazy buscar in the tube station creating something insane with a violin, a beat box, and a pedal drum over rock.

I also wrote a gay version, if anyone wants it.

The thinness of the shoulder bothered him.

The curse was simple but badly done; convoluted and too mixed up with his own energies to be easily removed.

"Your parents are fucked up. I'm serious, that's Fucked Up."

With a coat like blood. Like cherries. Like candy.

"...Correction...I might be bleeding."

It was the best protection he could give.

"I can't believe you just called your own behavior petty harassment."

Cleaner than he'd been in eight months.

"Go curse somebody else. He doesn't belong to you--you can't have him."

Never had to initiate a virgin before.

The thought was idle.

Imagine if you will...

"The game is over. Do you understand?"

He was pissing blood.

"You asked for respect, I'm giving it to you."

Too tired and weak to fight properly.

"I haven't felt any strong emotions since I was a kid."

"What color is the sky right now?"

"So they will be the same age. So they can have adventures."

"I'm done keeping secrets for you."

"Sure. Why not take away the last thing I have left."

'Pretend.' It rattles in his brain.

No wonder people talked.

"Although this totally explains why you were in love with me like once a year for three years in a row."

"No, I do not have a scrunchie."

He'd never been brave enough.

"It's basically a game of sexual preferences."

It wasn't the personality serum, but it was some form of mind control.

It had been so goddamn long since they had heard any sort of tune at all.

"It's one of my grounding techniques."

"Please. Never say anything like that again."

He was also good at being randomly, devastatingly kind.

"I bet I could pick you up. Wanna see if I can?"

"I will not elaborate."

Carefully lit gym thirst traps.

He bit his fist, dried his eyes, and didn't make a sound.

"Because I am through with you. You aren't worth the effort."

Sees them glimpsed in mirrors and reflective surfaces; and the newest ones most often.

"Thanks for letting me feel alright for a bit."

It was homemade, and heavy, and hurt.

"You're not afraid?"

It was just as well.

"If I planted something on him there's a chance it could get lost."

"You're too good for me."

"Please. I don't want you to disappear again."

With an awkward, coltish sort of grace that makes her look decades younger than she is.

'Strange' is a family trait.

"Just want to rest with you. This is good."

"I shot my dad when I was fifteen."

Refreshing. Invigorating--where the fuck are these words coming from?

"Go find a nice ditch to crawl into and die there, not on our floor."

"I'm used to the cold, darling. Don't worry. There are worse things to endure."

"They gave us twenty dollars for nothing."

"Amazing, for once, your remarkable ability to repulse and horrify women saves the day."

"...Okay, okay, don't look at me like that; I'm a huge asshole. But not in that way."

"Like organizing your pornography collection."

"I just need some time. Right now, I don't know what I'm feeling."

They started it out like the leads in a bad B Movie.

"I said that about Jaws. That movie was terrible by the way."

"You're still my first choice."

Three years in the womb.

To be honest, they'd expected to die.

Looking back on it now he felt like the biggest idiot for not realizing what a huge Red Flag that had been.

"You want to come with us?"

"Back then I didn't even know about consent."

"If my dad ever comes back from his 'business trip' you kill him and we're even."

They have no idea what their Tragic Backstory is, so they make up a new one every time someone asks.

Don't want to train today? Too bad, you either fight the giant centipede or DIE.

"They ain't that bad compared to some of the shit I've eaten."

"I hate being brainwashed. And mind controlled. And sold, and handled without asking, and...being a thing for people to have."

"The research I took to find the gag I was thinking of was very uncomfortable. No, Google, I don't want BDSM gags, please stop giving me that option."

"I have a room and extra blankets. You'd probably fit into a few of my shirts, too."

"You're not trying to burn my apartment down?"

'Oh. Oh, it's going to kill me.'

"You refuse to take a shot at Adolf Hitler because you are not a murderer."

"Because she totally didn't punch that guy to defend your honor, and you totally didn't swoon."

It's a perfectly common ingredient in a lot of cultures! There's blood pudding, blood soup, blood tofu--that's a real thing and it's delicious.

"Did you just make them tell us about their sexual awakening?"

It's red berry jam. It's not really blood at all. They just call it that to make their kids think they're tough blood-eating warriors.

"Now stop having a crisis about being an eldritch abomination."

And that's exactly why broken bones are a testament to their mercy.

"I've been gone a long time, haven't I?"

Seems like a normal breakfast, right?

They are not friends. And yet.

"They're innocent. They never asked for any of this."

"I thought you loved me, but you're just like everyone else."

The candies are always gone within a day.

Backpacking across the end of the world.

"I should be worth, like, at least two goats. Or even one of those cute mini pigs, maybe."

"Apparently I'm from the past and you're from the future."

"Well, I drove an ice cream truck and didn't die."

The common areas became populated with candles, dishes of salt near the doorways, little piles of pennies in crevices.

The small bruise they expected to see is not small at all. It's huge and almost black and it's spread against the entirety of the left side of the stomach.

"You mean because you beat the shit outta me? Nah. I've got a pretty high tolerance for getting beat up. Seems like I just end up friends with them, even when I lose my S/O to them."

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Can you explain why you ship batcest?! I’m sorry I’m just confused by why you like JayTim or DickTim or whatever…

I feel like I already answered this but: I just really like the dynamics of their relationships and it’s fun to go: what if they kiss?!? The pure enemies to lovers of JayTim and the freaking adorable puppy crush to love of DickTim is so good. I don’t want them canon. But it is so damn fun to read them as a couple. That’s it.

For a longer answer and as to why I explore these pairings:

I’m older then most of the people poking around in fandom and making their complaints. I’ve been participating in fandom for almost two decades, since I was a tiny preteen who was hitting puberty who suddenly got a BUNCH of issues we never figured out until I got older because hormone disorders suck ass and my autism went undiagnosed even longer. I remember my first fanfic found on Deviant art: a Harry Potter one where the golden trio and Ginny were the reincarnations of the founders and they got transported into another universe. I remember that so well because it’s just this core memory for me. Finding a place I could be me.

I went through multiple accounts and wrote some dumb shit. I roleplayed Loonatics Unleashed and did some stupid shit there to. I was a weird ass child.

I have been around for a while here kids. I read fucked up shit way to young (and it’s why one thing I am loud about is that kids shouldn’t be allowed to troll the internet without someone aware cause holy shit is some stuff messed up on here. My parents should have been watching.) and I did stupid crap. I was introduced to sex from fanfics and learned about sexuality and gender identity.

And one thing I learned through this is that: people need to grow the fuck up and realize that while fiction doesn’t exist in a vaccum it also isn’t as black and white as people like. Just because someone writes Jason and Tim kisisng doesn’t mean they are like: adoptive families don’t count or incest is fine and I’ll make out with my sibling now. It just means: hey this dynamic is interesting and let’s play with it.

Fiction does not exist in a vaccum. Racism and sexism along with other issues are common for fanfics, headcanons and comics. I recently admitted to falling prey to a few issues I was unaware of as someone who is white and grew up in a Baptist church town in bumfuck Canada.

But when people start whining over pairings it becomes a thing where all you can do is yell: ‘IT IS FICTIONAL’ and walk off. Cause anyone with critical reading skills can tell that it’s 1) not real and 2) not hurting anyone. If someone uses it to hurt someone and that’s the issue? Might as well get rid of all the books in the world and stop all TV and games because people use those as excuses to. So many people talk about the Bible, Twilight, the MCU and more being used to groom them. So… yeah. I don’t have an issue exploring pairings and relationships others would because it’s all fictional.

[libraryleopard]

random thoughts i've had about idlewild by james frankie thomas while standing at the bookstore cash register in a lull between christmas shoppers (spoilers below the cut)

fay's dysphoria not just manifesting as discomfort with his* body (see: attempt at deepening voice for iago role + wearing a binder near the end of the novel) and the suicidal ideation on the roof with theo near the end but also the inability to, like, imagine a future life because what fay really wants is to live life as a gay man and can't envision going through life as a woman and that's what results in fay essentially being stuck kind of emotionally/physically in the end of high school? (like even having the same jacket)

fay's obsession with gay murderers because he's gay and is drawn to that vs. theo's obsession with gay murderers because he has a manipulative/cruel hidden side? and they both don't understand why the other person is fascinated by that archetype?

i think nell's ex-girlfriend kiley named for author kiley reid who has a blurb on the back and was in the iowa writers workshop where thomas wrote idlewild lmao

rip the f&n unit you would have loved these violent delights by micah nemerever

i kept imaging as a thought experiment what this novel would be like if it took place ten years later in the early days of tumblr and i think it would just be filled with cringe and anguish in a different way

some reviews don't like the adult framing device but i actually loved the characters going "i know differently now but had i known this in high school i don't think it would have actually changed how i acted though" because i think felt very real (from the f&n unit's excusing of the creepy tech guy behavior to fay's gender identity)

the bit when nell remembers the fight about smith as her saying "well, they're all lesbians and you wouldn't fit in" while fay remembers it as "you're not gay, so…" which mean SUCH different things to them. ugh when the unreliable narrator hits, it hits!

i need someone to do a study of seemingly normal phrases that are nonetheless very associated with the language of fanfiction (like "tongues battling for dominance" is silly and very associated with fanfic, but "carded his fingers through his hair" is a phrase used in the faunfic that is not weird or cringey and yet has very strong fanfic connotations to me

genuinely this novel has taught me that inducing secondhand embarrassment in the reader is a skill and one that can be perfected

i wonder what fay and nell would have thought if they read twelfth night in high school

the ending of this novel is so bleak and i know that's the point. however someone should still write fix-it fanfic because i think that would be a fascinating exercise

*i know fay is referred to by she/her pronouns in the narration by nell in the past timeline but idk if i should do that outside of the story?

these are not particularly coherent thoughts and this is not a review but just random things i have thought about while chewing on this novel for the past couple weeks

[misc-obeyme]

that fem villain mammon art makes me feel so many things, i went crazy when i saw it and my tags for it reflected that

LIKE I'LL JOIN YOUR SIDE ANY DAY MA'AM, JUST ONE CHANCE IS ALL I NEED PLEASE INCAN MAKE YOU SO HAPPY

if there was ever a curse where mammon got turned into a woman, I'd die on the spot. Solomon had an experiment that went wrong and now him and Mammon are affected (mcsolomams heart says it's because they were all hanging out together in his room)

I can only imagine what they would do if they both got turned 😭 team up and mess with me probably. please guys i am fragile, and i WILL run away and hide for my own sake. Like they think i get flustered now?? crank it up to ten. THEY'D GET A KICK OUT OF IT TOO !!! i hate them (said with sickening affection)

like the dame events had me in a chokehold. I can tell you I definitely dropped my phone and yelled when I saw the mammon card like HE HAS A THIGH ACCESSORY AND MESH PANELING AND LIPSTICK that i want to ruin WHO SAID RHAT

i am just a weak woman when it comes to pretty women *head in hands* it's the bisexual in me

anyway HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL !!! work is breathing down our necks to meet our credit card goals, and my store manager is trying to plead for me and the replen manager to get a raise so HOPING !!! (IT WASN'T A RUMOR TECHNICALLY YIPPEE)

I've started giving my cashiers stickers for getting any kind of sign up or application and 😭 it's kinda endearing how excited some of them get. Like even the one's who seemed kinda skeptical/thought it was silly are immediate telling me over the walkie when they get something

barbatos giving mammon stickers when he gets good grades, or a shiny sticker and a kiss when it's an A grade

ALSO MY STORE MANAGER GAVE ME A $25 GIFT CARD TODAY AND BOUGHT US PIZZA BECAUSE I WAS WORKING THE MORNING FOR ONCE 😭 HE SAID THEY REALLY MISSED ME WHILE I WAS ON VACATION LOLOL

okay im done I think HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON!!!!

OKAY RIGHT. The bisexual in me was also freaking out lol. I was like wow I don't think I've ever wanted anyone to step on me before, but FOR HER-

They would absolutely mess with you, there is no way that scenario could go down any other way lol. Like oh? You like us this way, huh? Let us show you just what we can do~

Cue heavy flirting and teasing and wow I would not be strong enough to resist them.

Oh yeah Mammon's dame card nearly killed me with his stupid thighs I was like EXCUSE YOU. How dare you, you were already pretty enough as a man, now you're gonna go ahead and hit me with the thigh bling??

OH YAY I hope they get you that raise!!! You deserve it!!

Listen, I would be thrilled if someone was giving me stickers for doing a good job. It's the simple human brain, we like rewards. I have a sticker system for when I'm actually writing my novels where I award myself a sticker for every 500 words I write. Needless to say they haven't seen any use in ages because I abandoned my novels for fanfic lol. I tried using them for that instead but it was harder because I never know how many words things are gonna end up. At least with novels I know it's gonna be over 50k so like 500 is a good goal for a daily amount. (And I always wrote more than that anyway so my little section gets full up with sparkly stars tee hee~)

Anyway, the point here is that stickers are fun and make people happy!

Now listen... Barb's rewards for Mammon are officially in smut town because of the tags you left on that fic, by the way. I was like OH. That's right, he did abandon his homework to come be with Barb and if Barbatos knew that...? Anyway part two is going to be posted soon and you'll see. Not me already thinking about part three, I have a problem.

YESSSS pizza!! This is the thing, employers don't know how much they rely on you until you're gone! LOL!

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well! 💕

[measurelessdreamer]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier, and Ladybug and Cat Noir but only for Adrinette .

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Oh, hi! Thanks for the message! I honestly didn't know that asks are no longer as common as they used to be. I've never been a good candidate to receive them since I don't have so many followers (I always thought you needed at least 500 to get asks lol) and I'm not much of a creator. I usually just reblog stuff that makes me happy and occasionally (like once in three years) I share a fic I wrote here so I never had high hopes which is why I was very surprised when I received this ask and it made me so happy! Seriously, you're so cool for doing this, especially when people don't expect it at all. Even though it's through social media, it requires a bit of coming out of your personal bubble and putting yourself out there and I rarely do that in my life no matter how safe the space is. So it's really cool and thank you. I received probably like 2 asks aside from this one in my whole life, but yeah, I enjoy it a lot. ^^

As for what kind of asks...

Self, Job/Work: I'm good with sharing some stuff as long as it's not something that hits too close to home, but I would probably say that's the case. Asking about how I'm doing in general and what I do and what I enjoy about it is probably fine.

Fandoms: Asks about fandoms would most definitely be my favourite. I always enjoy ranting about stuff I love with other like-minded people. I love Bagginshield, The Hobbit, LOTR (Faramir especially), Ted Lasso (and particularly royjamie), Star Wars (obikin is very close to my heart), The Walking Dead (rickyl is the goat ship of that fandom for me), and probably my favourite otps are superbat (superman/batman) and spirk (kirk/spock) so I enjoy these fandoms too. Fandoms where I have no ships but I enjoy them all the same are Mass Effect (only the original trilogy) and The Witcher (the games, I only read two books so far sadly, I ship geraskier from the show but I don't like the show otherwise). All these things are something I enjoy talking about. ^^ I also like Johnlock/Sherlock and I played the Dragon Age trilogy (but I enjoyed Origins the most and aside from the Cullen romance and meeting Alistair and Morrigan in Inquisition, I didn't enjoy that game very much).

I write fanfics sometimes. I haven't written many and it usually takes me a lot of time to finish anything, but I enjoy it. I'm happy to talk about my writing any day even if it frustrates me to no end.

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Not sure about this. I think receiving them is nice, but I wouldn't be able to do anything about them aside from talking and speculating about them. I'm not very good at writing something from a prompt, so probably no story would come of it, but if it's only discussion people seek, then I'm happy to provide! And if it turns out to be very interesting, then I'm all for taking it further!

Pets: I have lots. I'm happy to talk about them any time.

Garden and Hobbies: Not much of a garden person, I'm afraid, but I enjoy nature more than anything. I live in a very Shire-like country, which is the best thing when I want to let my imagination roam. I enjoy running (but I started only recently so I'm rubbish), reading (fantasy and romance especially), learning French, playing video games, hiking, watching movies and tv shows, and I recently started to learn how to play the Irish tin whistle.

I like being tagged in things, sure! Something funny or heartwarming is usually the best, but I love posts with random facts which are super elaborate and interesting. It can't have anything to do with politics, though, tumblr is my escapist haven. :D

I think I answered everything to the best of my ability. Sorry that it's so long! Thank you again for sending the ask! I hope you have an amazing day!

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove and I felt like some public masochism so here we are!

Edit: Holy fuck this got long, putting it under a read-more.

How many works do you have on ao3?

258 although I orphaned 100 works back in 2020.

What's your total Ao3 word count?

Why. Why would you ask me this. Why would you do this to me.

4,578,245 - although I shudder to think how much it will have gone up by the end of the year.

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly 9-1-1, but I took a nosedive into Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves last year and still have one more fic I'm writing for it. I tend to have quick little detours into other fandoms, which I think is overall a good thing since it helps me flex my writing muscles with different characters and settings. I'm currently working on a fic that is from a show where the main characters are all constantly sassing each other and bickering, and it's pushed me into being witty and sharp with the dialogue and humor in a way that I don't think I have been in quite some time.

Top 5 Fics by Kudos:

Even Steel Blades Need Fire - that's right, a WITCHER fic. HA. You all weren't expecting that!

Leading with the Left - yeah yeah we all knew this one was coming.

Drowning in Dreams (You're My Raft) - I'm constantly surprised this little oneshot I wrote post-tsunami is so popular.

Footprints are More Easily Seen in the Snow - my first Witcher fic I ever wrote and might still actually be my favorite.

Sometimes a Hammer, Sometimes a Lockpick - another Witcher fic! I had a lot of fun with this one.

Do you respond to comments?

I do! I try to respond to every comment I get. I know not everyone can but given the anxiety I know readers have around giving comments I try to show how much every comment is appreciated by me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I do happy endings, overall, but every once in a while I decide to be evil, so it's a tie between the two fics that are about a character dying:

The Soft Goodbye - a Timeless fic that focuses on the idea that time travel, like being in space for a long time, wreaks havoc on your body.

Full Circle - a Doctor Who fic written years ago speculating about the Doctor gifting a dying Donna her memories back so they can say goodbye.

For those of you in the 9-1-1 fandom however, since I'm sure everyone's looking at those two fics going "wait what," the fic with the angstiest ending is:

I'm Not Breathing Unless I'm Giving You CPR - spoiler alert, but I end this fic on an angsty and purposefully ambiguous note. It's up to the reader to decide what sort of ending they get.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh. All of them, I'd say? With the exception of the two MCD fics above, I deliver happy endings. However based on reader feedback, I think I'll go with...

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows Like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) - the amount of angst in this fic, especially the Bobby and Buck relationship, seems to hit readers extra hard and so the happy ending, especially Buck's reunion with his father figure, is extra joyful and cathartic.

Do you get hate on fics?

I have once in a blue moon gotten "flames," as we used to say. Writing fanfic since I was thirteen, I don't think it's possible to fully avoid a few cranky people with nothing better to do than go around and shit on people's beds. But I've been extraordinarily lucky in the love and kindness I've gotten from my readers.

Do you write smut?

Baby, it's what I'm known for. Honestly sometimes to my chagrin - I hope people enjoy my worldbuilding, characterization, and plots as well - but overall I have a lot of fun writing smut and I love reducing people to slack-jawed water-chugging babbles.

Also someone had to bring the monsterfucking around here so by golly I'm reporting for duty.

Craziest crossover?

I don't do crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup! Someone stole my Budde Porn Star AU and turned it into a Rooster/Hangman from TG:M fic. Someone kindly alerted me and I was able to report it to Ao3. Truly a surreal experience.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Multiple times. It's deeply flattering and I really admire translators who put in the work to take something from one language and convey the same meanings, flow, and story in another. Translation is a genuine art form, if you ask me.

Have you co-written a fic before?

Yes! A few times, all with my beloved @extasiswings. We did one Timeless fic together whispers like poetry and we had such fun that when I started my first long, plot-ty Buddie fic I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) and panicked, I roped her into finishing it with me.

We also co-wrote Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me because I was in a bad writing slump and she graciously made everything better, and then A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (But Love is Undefinable) because she uno reverse'd me.

All time favorite ship?

I've been shipping for so long it's incredibly hard to pick just one, but I think given the sheer depth of my insanity, I have to say Buddie. I haven't had a ship grip me like this in... ever, actually. Honestly after being burned hard on some previous ships in my time, names redacted to protect the guilty (me), I didn't think it was possible to love a ship this much, and yet here I am.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I plan to finish all of my WIPs. Once I start a fic I'm committed to finishing it. I do however have a couple fic ideas that I don't think I'll ever actually write.

What are your writing strengths?

Um. Smut, apparently. I also seem to do well with fusions; that is, taking one trope or setting and fusing it with another in a sort of plot mash-up. And people seem to really like my world building.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a hyper-sexual person who is very casual about sexual relationships and so sometimes I think as a result I have characters think with their cocks a bit too much and jump too quickly into sex, and sometimes there's more smut than plot. Run-on sentences, my beloved (and my editor's beloathed). I tend to write out-of-order and so sometimes little plot details can contradict, not be followed up on, or get lost in the shuffle.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't really write dialogue in another language in most of my fandoms, but in a few it's come up and I've approached it in different ways.

In Timeless, the character Garcia Flynn's first language is Croatian, so I would have him sometimes speak in it. In my dragon!Jaskier series, I was able to bastardize some of the Draconic from D&D (mixed with some Germanic root languages) for when he was cursing or communicating with his draconic family. In both cases, the other language was limited to only a line or two of dialogue, or perhaps a single word, so I wrote the dialogue in that language, and then had a translation guide at the bottom of the fic.

This tends to be my modus operandi, an exception being Xenk speaking Thayan, because I couldn't find any actual Thayan for the life of me, so I just describe how the phrase sounds or allude to him muttering something/swearing/etc. Since Ed, a former spy, also speaks Thayan, he can then inform the reader through his thought-process what the Thayan meant.

Occasionally, I will have two characters speaking in another language and simply italicize their words and have a line of description saying "they switch to French" or something similar, since I don't want readers to have to scroll up and down to understand an entire conversation.

In my original novels, however - the Horsemen quartet specifically - the characters communicate about fifty percent of the time through sign language. It's become the lingua franca, because noise alerts zombies and ASL is a silent language. In the books, I write the dialogue as I would English, and simply have the dialogue tag "she signed" instead of "she said."

As someone who speaks other languages but for whom English is their first, I'm not sure I get to really speak on how and when one should use other languages in one's predominantly-English fic in a predominantly-English-speaking fandom and online space. All I can say is that I listen to what others say in regards to what is most respectful and comfortable, and I don't have any personal preference in how a writer handles the use of secondary languages in their writing.

First fandom you wrote in?

I'm not sure which came first since they were right on top of each other, but Lord of the Rings and Pirates of the Caribbean.

Favorite fic you've written?

Well that's just mean. How dare you. I don't have one favorite fic, that's like asking me to choose a favorite child.

I will say I am particularly fond of In the Gray You are Golden. I banged it out in a day in some kind of fugue state and I do think it's one of my best works.

Someday when I am filthy rich I will commission someone to draw it as a comic, especially the reunion scene between Buck, Eddie, and Christopher.

Tagging, with no pressure:

@princessfbi @buckttommy @extasiswings @kitkatpancakestack @gracieryder (once again I typed your fucking old url like five times...)

aaaaaaand @givemeunicorns.

[accio-victuuri]

520/521 Fakes 📝

so the zsww fake house have posted 3 contributions and for archiving purposes, i will share them here. we can use some candy right about now. ✌🏼 treat these all as fanfic.

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Story #1: A sneaky movie date

WYB : I'm here

XZ : No rush

WYB : Let's go go go!

XZ : Still good on time

WYB : I saw we can only get down there after the bridge (yadda yadda yadda)

XZ : I know the way, there's a shortcut

WYB : Ge, you know so much.

XZ : Of course.

WYB: Oho

XZ : I said we can watch at home, you insisted to go out. So I asked XX to come here first..

WYB : Ah, next time I'll come first.

XZ : Don't, don't. You attract too much attention.

Oh I really hope they got a chance to watch a movie together or even just a meal outside. This is why most ( if not all ) turtles are happy when they were able to go outside China and feel “normal” for a moment. Maybe one day, they can both have a break outside.

I love how XZ knows “a shortcut” cause he is a “ninja” who i really think at this point knows how to dodge the media. Also asking someone to go there first. and him telling WYB that he attracts too much attention 😂😂😂 this reminds me that if you know WYB, all you need to look out for is Lele & YanYan, then that’s a sign that WYB is just around the corner. LOL.

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Story #2: Love transcends time

Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space.

WYB: zhan-ge, do you think you can really cross time?

XZ: I can.

WYB: How are you sure?

XZ: What if I have already crossed time to find you here?

WYB: Like 6 years older than me?

XZ: (speechless) A bit more romantic okay?

WYB: If we really have to cross, how about a half each?

XZ: You seem to have a plan

WYB: This way I can see you sooner.

The first part, the quote was submitted in english. I love this line cause it’s from ( my favorite ) the movie Interstellar. and I think it fits the subject of the conversation about time. It’s a common theme with wyb, how he always wants to make it seem like there is no gap between him and xz in terms of age.

This is so sweet. It’s sickening. I’m not even gonna be surprised if this kind of talk happened between them or even worse. 😂😂😂😂

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Story #3 A one-way conversation with XZ 📲

XZ: finished?

XZ: certainly

XZ: I will tell you there will be no surprises

XZ: don't

XZ: You come to the dark night to understand what to look forward to...

XZ: You made me say it 🙄

XZ: Then I won’t say it 😂

XZ: good good you are amazing

XZ: see it

XZ: Afraid of you bumping into it

XZ: good intentions

XZ: need somebody... ( this is in english )

XZ: listened

XZ: bang bang

XZ: Can't hit.

XZ: Then you come back and hit me 😂

XZ: Iron Man doesn't need to sleep, does he?

XZ: Then you sleep on it, I don't care

XZ: ✌🏼☺️

XZ: like to eat

XZ: ✌🏼🤓

XZ: replace it with a new one

XZ: 👋🏼👋🏼

The popular guess with this is that he was talking to WYB who was in LA at the time. and the whole “bumping into it” was a comment about his roller skating. Also the whole emoticons used with ✌🏼 is XZ imitating his ( WYB ) pose in his ig photo. 😂

The line XZ said where he later complained “you made me say it” to WYB was from a poem Shi Tiesheng wrote for his wife.

Finally, “replace it with a new one”. hmmmm. what could it be??? I hope not the phone cases. Or maybe they can, but still a subtle type of couple phone case.

-END.

[reallypleasanttree]

I cracked and I wrote fanfic of my fanfic. 😅 Alternative happy ending for “Bitter Torment” chapter 6.

When the castle made it to the surface, Mitsuri did her best to keep up with everyone. There were only five Hashira left to fight Muzan. She needed to be useful. Except every time she cut through Muzan’s appendages, they came back stronger it seemed. Her strength and flexibility made it easier to dodge his attacks, but even then he seemed to be getting faster. How could that be possible? 

Shinobu and the lady demon concocted several toxins to slow his regeneration, speed up his aging, and poison him. Were they wrong? Was it even working? No, Shinobu would never make a mistake like that. The Demon King was too fast. Someone had to stop him even if it had to be her. 

I’ll just have to sacrifice myself, but even then I don’t know if that would stop Muzan’s movements. Maybe I can get behind him and twist his arms behind his back-

Before she could plot further, the sound of sucking air approached her left side. Pain rippled over her left cheek and shoulder. She cried out and stumbled to the ground. Obanai yelled her name and picked her up moments later. He took her to the outskirts of the battle where a medic was.

Obanai set her down against a wall and started ordering the medic to care for her along with showing him the papers Yushiro had given them. 

“I can still fight,” she said, panting from the exertion. “This time I’ll make sure I don’t hold anyone back.” 

“It’s okay. You’ve done enough,” Obanai’s calm voice told her. He was trying to console her. She examined his face. The bandages were beginning to split. 

“No, I haven't been useful to anyone yet. I can’t die like this,” she tried to grab her sword hilt, but faltered. Obanai peered down at her and his harsh eyes softened. Kaburamaru was watching her intently with what looked like tears from his spot over Obanai’s shoulders. 

“Take care of the rest,” he instructed the medic before he fled back to the battle. Would this be the last time she saw him? 

“No, I’m coming too, Iguro-San!” Mitsuri cried and struggled to get to her feet. Her hand quivered as she reached for her blade, only to fall to the ground. She winced feeling the dirt and dust hit her facial wounds.

“Please don’t die!” She screamed as she attempted to sit up again. The attendant tried to coax her to lay down. She could only see the black and white haori getting smaller. She reached out her hand wishing to hold onto him one last time. 

If he were to die, would you regret telling him or not telling him? Her heart raced knowing the answer. 

“I love you, Obanai!” Mitsuri screamed louder. She was not sure if he heard her or not. He didn’t falter, freeze, or slow down. Seconds later he disappeared completely. At least she said it. Hot tears streamed down her face. She didn’t want anyone else to die. 

Shinobu and Muichiro already died. If what Akane said about the demon slayer marks were true, Gyomei would die soon too. He was 27 years old, two years past the point where he would die if he had the mark earlier. She made fists in the dirt beneath her. Giyuu, Sanemi, Tanjiro, and so many others were fighting for their lives. 

“Everyone, please live,” she choked as she leaned back onto the ground. The man beside her applied bandages to her face and chest to staunch the bleeding and cover the wounds. 

Beyond them she heard people screaming, the sound of buildings crashing, and the wind blowing. She could not be useless. She had to get back to the fight. Obanai asked her to stand down, but she couldn’t. Not knowing her friends and beloved were still fighting. Once the attendant finished she closed her eyes for a second trying to figure out what she could do to contribute. 

Watch closely, think hard, and calm down. Iguro-San told her earlier. 

Mitsuri stood up on shaky legs. She held her sword’s hilt in her right hand. When she tried to raise her left arm past shoulder height she winced in pain. This was nothing compared to what Tengen dealt with. She needed to fight and protect everyone. 

“Love Hashira, please stay here, you’re badly injured,” the attendant pleaded with her. She shook her head adamantly. 

“My friends need me,” Mitsuri said and managed a light jog as she chased the sound of falling debris. Dawn was going to be here soon. 

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Obanai heard her and he wished he hadn’t. Knowing she loved him was worse somehow. He’d promised himself not to tell her his true feelings unless they were reborn in a world without demons. It wouldn’t work in this world. 

He was born to die. 

He was meant to die. 

He meant to die. 

Yet he slipped last week when he told her his past. She knew everything and her smiling face made him second guess everything. Fuck! 

He poured everything he could into the fight. Obanai had to make up for Mitsuri’s part. He would not allow her to believe she had not made an impact in this fight. Everyone in this fight mattered. 

He had to figure out a way to do better and be more efficient. Muichiro has turned his blade red through pressure. Obanai gripped the hilt like a vise. The blade itself shifted from lavender to scarlet. He used as many forms as possible while cutting through the appendages. At one point he narrowly avoided one coming at his face by rolling to the side. It could have blinded him. He couldn’t feel his hands because of the amount of force he used to hold the blade. 

As time ticked down, Muzan became desperate. Tanjiro and Obanai fought side by side and moved in such a way to keep Muzan cornered inside the city block. They just had to keep going until the sun peeked over the horizon. Tanjiro pinned Muzan to the wall and his form began to morph in an effort to escape. He ran towards them. 

Kaburamaru made a distinctive hiss. He looked where the snake instructed and saw Mitsuri running towards them. She could have stayed safe. He would have come back to her. Muzan’s tentacles shot out towards the Love Hashira. 

No! He held back his scream knowing it would only distract others. His hands shook

He kept running, but instead of running to Tanjiro he deviated. His heart made the decision before his mind could comprehend. Obanai used his fifth form, slithering serpent, to slash through the tentacles reaching for Mitsuri. His breath came out staggered and he tasted blood. Mitsuri didn’t even have her Nichirin sword. What did she plan to do? Use her bare strength? It would kill her. 

He couldn’t let her die. Not before he told her he loved her. She still wanted to continue their conversation from the night before. He’d told her there was nothing to discuss because of his tainted blood and he needed to be reborn to be near her. What if they weren’t reincarnated as humans? He’d lose his chance. Obanai caught her gaze for an instant. She looked at him with admiration and adoration. 

“I wanted to be with you. I still want to be with you. Tainted or not,” Mitsuri reassured him hours ago. His blood and family’s sins didn’t matter to her. 

“Get out here,” Obanai ordered. 

“No, I have-“ Mitsuri began to protest. 

“You don’t have your sword, leave before you die,” he ordered again. Her face turned red and she opened her mouth again. 

“Leave. I’ll be back to finish our talk,” he said. “Please,” he pleaded. Hopefully, it was enough to make her leave.  before turning his attention to Muzan’s main body. Tanjiro pinned the demon to the wall, his left side was bleeding profusely and teeth marks marred his face. 

If the Serpent Hashira kept running to Tanjiro, he would have taken the boy’s place. Obanai meant to sacrifice himself in this battle. It was the only way to be reborn, cleanse his putrid blood, and be worthy of Mitsuri. Selfishly, he chose to save Mitsuri instead of Tanjiro. He would never regret it. 

Obanai stabbed his sword into Muzan’s flesh to keep one of the tentacles from flying out again. Sanemi did the same. 

“It’s dawn! Keep holding out everyone!” Sanemi ordered. At least his friend was alive. He could be grateful for the Wind Hashira’s forcefulness in harsh situations. Obanai felt the first rays of the sun warm his skin and he shuddered. Muzan would perish. 

Muzan used the last of his strength to throw Obanai and Sanemi into the wall and ground. His body hit a wall and his stomach clenched. His head throbbed, but he forced himself to get up.

He heard the cacophony of battle. He opened his eyes and saw his sword lying on the ground. Picking it up, he assessed the situation. Muzan’s body transformed into a hideous, oversized crying baby. Obanai’s lips curled back in disgust. All the corps members were trying their hardest to kill it. One even drove a car into the Demon King only for him to smash it.

Obanai moved as quickly as he could, but somehow he twisted his ankle and could feel his whole body protesting from the strain. 

Just one more attack. He gripped his sword and performed the fourth form, twin snake heads. It was clumsy and poorly executed. The demon baby hit his rib cage and Obanai landed on the ground. Every muscle protested as he attempted to stand up again. He got into all fours, but his body failed him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the infant’s flesh turning to ash. His vision blurred and he let exhaustion take him. 

———-

“Obanai,” a woman’s voice greeted him. He felt a cool washcloth on his forehead. His eyes flickered open to see a pink haired woman hovering over him. “You’re awake!” She said from her chair beside the hospital bed. 

“Mitsuri,” he murmured. She set the washcloth aside and dried off her hand. “Is Muzan gone?”

“Yes, he’s gone and so are the rest of the demons,” Mitsuri answered and set her hand on his arm. They lived in a world without demons. A peaceful world where he could tell her. 

“I’m glad,” he said weakly. His face was uncovered and he smiled. He reached his ahead up to her cheeks and she blushed. Some things never changed. “I should have told you that night that I loved you. I’m sorry I was too cowardly to tell you until now,” Obanai admitted. 

Her green eyes shimmered in the morning sun. She beamed at him and he basked in her kind light. He’d been too stubborn and dogged to allow himself to dream of living in this world with her. 

“I thought I had to be reincarnated to be with you,” he explained. “It was foolish because who knows if we’d be reincarnated as humans or even in the same time period.”

Mitsuri shook her head to deny it. “I love you as you are,” she lowered her head. “We survived, Obanai.” He breathed in deeply. 

“You joined the corps to find someone to marry,” he licked his lips. “If you’re willing, I'd like to be that someone. You know my past, so if you’re willing to marry a man from a corrupt, selfish family-“

Mitsuri was nearly face to face with him before she kissed him. Her lips were smooth compared to his chapped ones. Tears dripped onto his face as they parted. 

“Yes,” Mitsuri’s threaded her hands through his hair.