#yes i know i havent touched my wip in months

[inkdippedfeatherswrites]

Mister Radio

Oliver organized the small stack of notes into a more sensible order. First the note about Vera’s family in Brazil. She would want to know they were safe. Then he could mention the deaths, only two this time, then the updates on births and minor greetings if there was still enough time left in the solar batteries. Hopefully that would be comforting to the listeners. This wasn’t something he was trained for. It wasn’t like he’d planned on a career in radio.

Oliver had chosen this property, an off grid homestead most of the way up a mountain, for its seclusion and the challenge it offered. The deceased man who had lived in the little stone cabin previously had owned a variety of equipment, which his baffled children had seemed relieved to let stay on the property. Oliver had been glad to have the steel plow and wind powered grain mill, but had been just as lost as the man’s family when it came to some of the more technological objects. The homestead seemed to have better cell and radio reception than anywhere in the valley. The place had wifi coming from somewhere in the fenced off steel tower that was hidden among some scraggly pine trees. The children of the old man had given him the password and the keys. That was all he had felt the need to know. Oliver had planned to get around to sorting through it some day, maybe next winter after the barn was done. Then the lights in the valley had gone out.

The solar array had kept things running as normal in the cabin, but the really surprising thing was that the internet kept working. It had only taken him a day or two to realize that he was the only one in the county for whom this was the case. It didn’t end there. Lights had gone out across the entire eastern seaboard. 

He finally looked inside the little tower. It was full of electronics. The only thing which he could confidently identify was the radio setup. It had a frequency written on a square of paper laminated with tape to the side of the control panel. It was a very simple device. It probably wouldn’t send a signal very far, but his mind began to spin. It looked so simple that even he could figure it out. Given this gift, he knew he had to try something. The next day he rode his bike down the switchback road into the valley and asked the elderly woman behind the counter at the tiny grocery store if she had a radio. He had to speak louder over the sound of the backup generator. Her name tag said Trish. She gestured to the little emergency radio she had tucked up against the window. It had a hand crank on the side and a little band of solar panels. It crackled, waiting for a signal. Oliver gave her the frequency to set it to and asked her to listen in three hours’ time. He had to test his theory.

Against all probability it had worked. The old man’s crooked notes and the equipment that Oliver had a barely functional grasp of. When he visited town the next day, Trish had said that his voice had come through. 

“A bit staticky, but understandable. It was like the old days.”

He had asked her to post a notice in the window with the frequency and time of his broadcast. That night Oliver’s Valley Radio was born. 

…

He chewed a jagged thumbnail as he waited for 7pm to hit. Things had changed a bit since the first broadcast. He’d begun with just safety alerts and headlines. Then had come the weather. It was helpful for people to know in advance when it would be safe to travel up the passes. Then he’d come into town for supplies and Trish had handed him a stack of notes.

“No one knows where you live, and I wasn’t gonna tell them. These are all from people who are trying to get in touch with family and friends. I figure maybe you can work one more miracle.”

He looked down at the top slip of paper. It was addressed to Operator Oli. Inside it held a plea for information on a pregnant sister who was due soon. There was an email address. It never crossed his mind to say no. 

At seven on the dot he flipped the switch and began the headlines: the international situation, disasters, major wins and losses for humanity, progress on restoring power, or fuel deliveries for generators. “The energy taskforce reports that fuel supplies are being rerouted and major cities should return to normal by the end of March. Outlying areas, such as our own dear valley may be waiting a good deal longer. Those wishing to notify relatives that they are coming for an extended visit are reminded that they can leave a message with Trish at Morris’ Market,” he added wryly. “Be sure to list your name and the email address of the recipient.” 

These days after the weather he usually started up the next segment of an audiobook playing from his computer, but this was Sunday night. Sunday nights were special. After his Saturday visit to town to collect supplies and the week’s messages he would send emails and get all the answers he could during daylight hours. Sunday was for personal updates from the outside world.

“And now it’s time for Letters. The Ferraz family of Brazil is safe following the landslide last week and are staying with their cousins in Tavares. I must report the deaths of Gerren Pengelly of Cornwall, England age 73 and Marissa Nicholson of Syracuse, New York age 41. Both died after a prolonged illness. Please offer your condolences and support to their family in town. Katelyn Sweet gave birth to a healthy baby girl this week–” The list went on. It would go on tonight until he reached the limit of the power he had set aside for broadcasting.

That was a lesson he’d learned eventually. He had to decide how much power to expend in advance. There were so many people who wanted information. If he didn’t draw the line somewhere there wouldn’t be enough power built up in the batteries by the time the next broadcast should begin. Better a short, reliable broadcast than a late or missed one. People were on edge enough as it was. They needed a single stable thing and the Valley Radio had turned out to be it. It was just a matter of deciding what took precedence. So he made judgement calls. Sometimes they were right, sometimes they were wrong. Sometimes Trish made the calls for him. No one argued with Trish. Either way, he ended his broadcast at 8:30 pm. “This has been Operator Oli with your Valley Radio evening update. Take care of each other out there. I’ll talk to you all again, seven AM and seven PM everyday until the lights come back on.”

…

“You should include some recipes.” Trish said it flatly in the bald way she had that indicated there was no chance of contradiction.

“It’s just an update bulletin.” Oliver replied, accepting the folded sheet of paper which held all the little notes that she had felt needed to be passed on. It was grubby from being handed back and forth between them so many times. “I’m not a professional entertainer and I’m certainly no chef.”

“There’s people in this town who’ve hardly eaten anything that didn’t come out of a can in the last few weeks. They need hope… and also a good kick in the pants.” She handed him a magazine clipping of a recipe that was at least forty years old. “Make it funny, smart boy. They’ll listen.”

“I’m not–” but Trish pushed his grocery bag into his already-full hand and moved on to the next person in line.

Smart boy. Well, he supposed it looked that way, at least from the outside. He’d started up within days of the blackout and had information. He’d delivered it a week before the little van with loudspeakers on top had come through town to tell the residents to stay calm. The van hadn’t come back. He’d made sure that it didn’t need to.

…

“– A recipe from a listener for pea soup. This one makes use of the wild onions that grow all over the valley and the early peas that have just begun to sprout. If not in your yard, then maybe in your neighbor’s. Just be sure to ask before checking if you want to stay on good terms–”

…

The morning broadcasts had taken a few weeks to find their footing. When he had realized that the increasing early morning sunlight meant that he could do two broadcasts in a day it had seemed like an obvious solution to his information overflow problem. Then the local superintendent of schools had requested some time. The local students were spread throughout the valley and up onto the distant peaks. It hadn’t been a problem before. With so little fuel to go around, though, the school buses were down to running once a week. Just often enough for kids to exchange library books. Every Monday morning Oliver read out a list of assignments for different grades. The rest of the mornings he would read out some poetry or a short story he’d found, and then cue up music for an hour. From what his acquaintances in the valley told him, that was how most people started their days now, gathered around a radio for a taste of connection. He hoped it helped.

…

One evening in early May, as he was washing up before the broadcast, a flash caught his eye. He watched with amazement as lights began to come on all over town. He thought he could hear the echoes of cries of joy from his window. Oliver smiled. 

…

“As you have all noticed by now, the energy taskforce had gotten power restored at the main relay. As such, this will be my final broadcast. It will take some time for some services to be restored, but with power and internet back online, I’m sure the appropriate authorities will be able to keep you updated as necessary. It’s been an honor to serve all of you these last few months. Take care of each other out there. This is Oliver, signing off.”

[that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club]

THE MARAUDERS ARENT REAL PEOPLE CAN MAKE WHATEVER CHARACHTERISATIONS THEY LIKE

THE MARAUDERS ARENT REAL PEOPLE CAN MAKE WHATEVER CHARACHTERISATIONS THEY LIKE

THE MARAUDERS ARENT REAL PEOPLE CAN MAKE WHATEVER CHARACHTERISATIONS THEY LIKE

Theyre fictiona charachters babe nobody cares that "real people wouldn't forgive their brother for joining a hate group" (wonderful to know you speak for EVERY SINGLE SIBLING ON THE PLANET but dont actually take real people who have real thoughts into consideration bc i would, in their situation, 10000% forgive my siblings. I would understand. Also remember that regulus CANONICALLY BETRAYED THE DEATH EATERS when youre making this argument)

They can be gay!!! They can be straight!!! They can be whatever the fuck we want because theyre fictional characters!!!!

Some people dont understand that theyre fictional, adjective, imaginary, not real

Toodles, start as many arguments if you want

Infact send me hate anons too, ill respond i promise. Youll regret it, but i promise ill respond

Or better yet, go on not anon and prove your brave

Or even better, get a life. This fandom is made of REAL PEOPLE, who wanted to ESCAPE. The writers and artists in this fandom are spending time out of their day to create things for others consumption, for fun, for free. They dont deserve to be sent hate anons. I literally just scrolled past someone sharing anons that called them fat and racist, as if that had ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS. The racism in question: regulus watching anime. Thats. Thats why.

This fandom has went really downhill recently and im actually really upset about it. I joined this fandom about two years ago when i was goung through a really stressful point in my life and its been an escape ever since. Earlier this year, i started writing. But i havent touched my WIP in at least three months because I havent had the motivation because i dont feel comfortable in this fandom.

And Yes, im tagging a lot of possibly unrelated things across the fandom because everyone needs to see the message

[hertwood]

👀😈🧠👩‍🏭???

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

i have several fic ideas that have just petered out and i'm resigned to not finishing. it's not about not sharing them, it's about making peace with never finishing them. (i also have several fics i havent touched in months but im DETERMINED to get back to but that's a separate problem.)

one of those is, sadly, femdomverse 3 (and everything else i had planned). i have shared bits and pieces about it before, and it was going to be called "points present" bc she leaves a pair of her underwear as a ~treat~ for getting his first points ladkfjasldkfjaslkjf

i think my big problem with femdomverse was just down to teething problems. i wrote fdv1 on impulse in under 24hrs, i dont think i would've even finished fdv2 if i wasn't trapped in my appt with covid (thanks covid.) it sorta grew into a much larger idea than it started as and trying to figure out planning it out once i was already in the middle of it. i think it was a good lesson for really taking the time to think out longer projects fully before i post anything in the future.

but fdv still has such a place in my heart and its spirit lives on in my other girlfics!!!!

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

this is such an interesting question because i spend very little time thinking about this. i write what i wanna write and if yall like it thats just a bonus :P new ask game tell me things i do as a writer you find annoying??? lol i suppose one thing i do a lot is talk about fics and just not get them finished or posted in a reasonable amount of time. WHICH ANNOYS ME TOO TO BE FAIR. idk. let me know~

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

ooooooh gio for u. as a treat. i'll talk abt my sargewood fic idea. this doesn't really count as a wip yet bc i haven't written anything yet, BUT circling back to the first one, planning out longer forms fics is important for me in the writing process. i've only talked abt this with care in DMs so i guess this is its first proper public sharing.

so, it's an au where kyle never really got into racing, he and logan knew each other in carting but kyle's career petered out and he and logan fell of of touch. for logan, his career progresses as we know it irl, until he gets dropped at the end of the 2024 season and he ends up without any sort of drive, goes back to florida in a sort of career limbo. and runs into kyle again!!!!!

but!!!!! surprise!!!! kyle's a dad! (this was all thought up around this btw. i was like how do i make singledad!kyle as a concept into an actual story with substance.) kyle and a high school ex had a baby, kyle realized he was gay so they broke up, she's very very smart and got into law school or smth so she's off doing smart businesswoman shit and kyle is the primary parent who gets child support. (amicable coparenting!!! just to be clear!!!!)

so with all of logan's new free time he can spend all this time with kyle and his kid to the point where lines start to blur and he now has all this free time to unpack any feelings that might pop up. writing a chaptered fic would be so so daunting but i think it'd be a good challenge for me, i just rly need to sent aside time to rly work on outlining everything i want!

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

i'm not quite sure how to answer this question aldfjaslfjasldfja i'm big on. feeling morally neutral abt the fiction we all write. HOWEVER i do know that like, oscarmark is ~controversial~ and i do have this wip. that i havent touched in a while but i love the concept so much i still rly want to get back to at some point. the wip actually predates fdv and i originally was like 'oh i'll just anon post it i'm too embarassed' but now any embarassment abt the wierd shit i write is GONE lmao. i did talk abt it in the replies of this post and thats the most i've said about it before. it's really just a contrived silly little plot all just to set up oscar being fucked over the side of a boat. which is public sex technically which is also a crime. its v self indulgent its very For Me i hope i can take it out of wip purgatory someday :'(

[alfredolover119]

I looooove your zukka rec lists! I recently became Avatar-obsessed, never got a chance to watch it as a kid and only just got through it all! I was wondering if you'd consider doing a specifically angst rec list? I love fluffy zukka everything, but sometimes you just gotta have your heart ripped out of your chest and put back in after being thoroughly blended.

thank you! i relate heavily to “recently became Avatar-obsessed” haha. as for the angst list, i sure can try! warning: all of these have happy endings because im a crybaby who can’t read unhappy endings. also, p much all of the fics in the completed section were featured on my other lists but this is specifically the ANGSTY ones >:^)

angsty zukka wips

first, most obviously, feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe

-currently at 102k with 19/27 chapters posted; rated teen

-the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. you know. i haven’t actually read it yet because, as previously mentioned, i’m a crybaby and am waiting for it to finish up but, from my understanding, this fic will murder you in a dark alleyway with no remorse. if u like zukka angst, you’ve probably already read this, but just in case!

An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. // But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.

Yeah, nah.

and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @goldrushzukka

-currently 38k with 6/8 chapters posted; rated mature

-holy shit. holy SHIT. modern au based on the “my cat likes my fuckbuddy and i am falling in love” trope(?). maybe it’s just because of how the last chapter ended, but oh my god. this one made me cry. made me want to commit violence. when it’s not angsty as hell, it’s pretty funny, but holy shit. ao3 user nebulastucky please.

It’s supposed to be a one night stand. Pick up some guy at a bar, barely remember his name and never learn anything real about him, send him packing in the morning with a thanks for the ride and a cup of coffee to-go. That’s how it’s supposed to go. // But then it’s the best sex Sokka has ever had, and he thinks he’ll hate himself if he never gets to have it again.

Violet Blossoms and Celestial Objects by @hollypunkers

-currently 15k with 2/? posted. rated teen.

-this is the sequel to blue (an angsty, zukka rewrite of book 2-- go read it if u havent!)! !! this is a book 3 rewrite. only two chapters in and mrs hollypunkers is really abusing the miscommunication tag, as zukka writers seem to enjoy doing. im excited to see how the world and story develops with the changes to the story! you should be too!! its very good! obviously spoilers for blue lmao

Having sided with the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, Zuko not only must navigate his new relationship with Sokka but returning to the Fire Nation as a banished enemy. His own journey of self discovery and personal growth must now coexist alongside the personal struggles of every other member of the Gaang as together they blaze a treacherous path toward an unsure victory against Zuko's own father and nation.

breakable heaven by @fruitysokka

-currently 71k with 9/11 chapters posted. rated teen

-swt ambassador zuko! soon to be chief sokka! fake dating ur best friend to get out of an arranged marriage! what could go wrong!!! i also haven’t read this one ((see: i’m a crybaby who is being hurt by too many zukka wips already)), but it has been hanging out in my marked for later for months. from what i understand, this fic has: angst.

With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? // Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

angsty zukka fics (completed!)

(i’ll put these in wc order)

lighthouse beam by @incorrectzukka

-7k, rated g

-a modern college au!! zuko’s inner-monologue is very angsty in this fic. typical zuko. also per usual, theyre both fucking dorks. they sort themselves out in the end, but not before The Angst. zuko is semi-deaf in this fic and also he has a bit of internalized homophobia.

Sokka’s breathtakingly beautiful and he’s smart and makes other people laugh. Zuko has a half-burnt face and a deaf ear. It’s not rocket science. // Or, Zuko falls in love with the boy in his Philosophy class.

This Isn’t My Idea of Fun by @khaleeseas

-9k, explicit

-moon spirit/nwt prince!sokka, no war to be found here! admittedly this isnt THAT angsty but like. the angst IS present. zuko is still the prince. a lovely childhood friends (though they hated each other for a minute haha) to lovers story. 

If you asked Zuko, he and Azula saw far too much of Chief Hakoda of the Northern Water Tribe’s children growing up. It wasn’t until they were older, and Azula pointed out that - duh - their families were trying to set them all up, that he realized why. // He was told by his mother to be polite. These people were their friends and allies, and though their nations were as different as they came, harmony between nations was the most important thing. // It wasn’t his fault the Chief’s children were so annoying.

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) by @celestialceci

-9k, teen

-modern au! zuko and sokka are college roommates. zuko goes to spend the summer with sokka. again,, not really that angsty but-- its there!! the detail and feeling of Home in this story make me happy. zuko is insecure as hell here too. if ur into that. 

Zuko hates his home. He likes college alright, but he likes Sokka even better, his assigned roommate turned best friend. Spending the summer with Sokka will be fun, a welcome change of pace he desperately wants. It probably won't awaken anything in him... right?

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

-9k, teen

-yes. this one right here officer. it makes my heart ache. also trans sokka! which is cool. but the zuko angst in this one. hurts me. not so much relationship angst as it is zuko learning he deserves happiness angst. i’m sure u know The Type.

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

i could (never) give you peace by @zukkababey

-10k, mature

-OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. boys please learn to communicate im begging u. also zuko.. zuko, dude. as the tags of the fic say, hes “really going through it” in this one. YOUCH. post-canon.

Zuko almost said it. He almost said the words I think I’m in love with you, but he choked them back down at the last second. // Zuko would never be able to be what Sokka wanted. They might have needed each other during the summer, when two boys with too much weight on their shoulders found comfort in each other in the only way they knew how. // But now Zuko was Fire Lord, and Sokka was leaving.

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by @meliebee 

-18k, teen, major character death 

-i lied. THIS is the one, officer. found family.. good mai and zuko and toph friendships.. . ozai escapes prison and tries to overthrow zuko. OBVIOUSLY angst ensues. poor boy. he Does heal in this but it gets worse before it gets better. angst angst angst angst.

Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.

Anything for You by beersforqueers

-23k, explicit

-istg. this is probably one of my favorite zukka fics. its PAINFUL. modern au where theyre broken up but sokka hasnt told his family yet so zuko goes home with him for kataang wedding. a bit smutty, but the plot oh my god ohgm y fuvk. made me cry the first time i read it. (see: crybaby!me) insert that one picture of the horse with the caption PAIN. 

In which Sokka and Zuko have broken up but Sokka hasn't told his family yet. So when Katara and Aang's wedding weekend rolls around and he doesn't want to break Gran-Gran's heart, he asks Zuko to pretend to be his boyfriend for one last weekend. // Things don't go as planned.

Moving Mountains by @thefangirlingdead

-64k, mature

-so. when i read this the first time it was in one sitting. soulmate au set within canon era / the comics, to an extent. soulmates can hear each others thoughts. i will happily say this is slowburn, jesus christ. champagne without the cham. 

Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.

In the Soft Light by @voidcenturyscholar and @romancedawning

-83k, teen, graphic depictions of violence

-moon spirit!sokka living in the northern water tribe. zuko is sent to the northern water tribe as a cultural liaison. iroh is the fire lord but while he is away taking care of lu ten after his injury ozai steps up. i cannot express how many emotions this fic made me feel. background yuetara. i would almost say found family?? but. anyway. plenty of angst to spare here with a healthy dose of enemies to friends to lovers.

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

That Midnight Sky by @zukkababey

-103k, teen

-now now now. tms... modern college au where sokka agrees to tutor zuko in physics because zuko has to maintain straight a’s and physics is just not doing it for him. so. thats cool but THEN azula moves in, randomly, with zuko. to hide the fact that sokka is tutoring zuko, they fake date! what could go wrong!! the mutual pining in here combined with the angst... wonderful, tasty. everyone read it rn. also SLOWBURN 

In Zuko’s strict family, needing a tutor is just about the worst thing you could do. Failing a class, however, is even worse. The only rational solution? Take up Aang on his offer to find him a physics tutor and have Sokka—beautiful, smart, handsome Sokka—tutor him in secret. // When Azula’s arrival threatens to reveal Zuko’s secret, it’s up to Sokka to convince her this definitely isn’t what it looks like. See, he’s actually… Zuko’s… boyfriend? // Hmm. There’s no way this could get complicated, right?

[satoruvt]

fanfic writer tag game <3

helloooo <3 thank u for tagging me @hannie-dul-set this is so cute lol

ummmm! i think i will tag. @leejuyeeon and @seokmingiggles !! and as always anyone else who wants to <33

peum ~

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

omg lets see if i can do this in order. i think the first fandom i ever wrote fanfic for was creepypasta LMAOO and then... fairy tail? then 5 seconds of summer, then maybe it 2017?? voltron legendary defender, detroit become human, monster prom and mystic messenger kind of overlapped, the arcana !!! then my hero academia, haikyuu, a Little bit of demon slayer... i think thats it lol

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

seventeen is all for rn, but i’m thinking of also writing for mha again and adding jjk!!

3. how long have you been writing?

oh wow for like... probably around 6 years? maybe 6 and a half

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

rn just tumblr, i used to post more actively on ao3 but i havent since i started writing for kpop

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

ahhh like !!! comfort fics!!! i think theres something really sweet in those unspoken feelings during moments you think you’ll never forget... the idea of being with someone and you’re just so sure they’re your favorite person, and then warmth that comes with that realization... wahh

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

oh it depends i think. for longer fics i like to plan them out, but i really wing it with like timestamps or shorter ones

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

ONE SHOTS. my god i fucking suck at multi-chapter shit LMAOO ive only done 1 series like that and it was so rough for me lol

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

hm how do i explain this... anything that makes sense? however long it takes for it to feel like the chapter/fic is summed up or completed. i used to worry about word counts a lot but now i rarely pay attention to them, both in reading and writing

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

if we’re talking about multi-chaptered, then the color of you wins at 17k !! in terms of one shots, it’s for now; forever at 9k!

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh boy. i think... anything from the last like. 8 months? my svt stuff for sure!! i went a while without writing in between like january-late november 2020, and i was worried that my writing would suffer a lot... it took a sec for me to get back into the groove of things but i’m feeling happier than ever with the stuff i write now. i feel like ive matured about the way i approach my own writing and ideas, and how i do everything, and my fics make me really proud. ive started writing within different aus that i hadnt touched before, or talking about different feelings or ideas, etc... i really feel like ive grown with this most recent burst lol, and i love working on them! i get so hyped up when im in the middle of writing or even planning, im just so excited to share all of it hehe

11. favorite request you've have written and why (if any?)

ah its been so long since ive worked with requests that i cant remember anything LOL

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

yes. it is comfort and content. it is the feeling of love. it is holding hands on a walk in the middle of spring and smelling flowers. it is the sound of leaves when a gust of wind blows past. it is looking into ur lovers eyes and feeling nothing but pure fondness

13. current number of wips?

fuck like somewhere around 20 probably

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i really like repetition (specifically in sentences if that makes sense??), LOTS of unspoken things (even if i picture a fic with an established relationship, i dont say it within the fic; and especially concerning romantic feelings, i love when things go unsaid and are FELT full force), i think a lot of detailed rambling... i really like to try and describe emotions and stuff in the most abstract and obscure ways lol i feel like it makes things a little more palpable and honest

15. a quote you like from a published story

im gonna do a few. Lol. firstly this long one from pretend people can unlearn:

“Are you…” Jeonghan starts, and when you look at him, his eyes are still on the city in front of you. “Are you ever afraid that we’ll fall out of love?”

It never occurred to you that this was love. It’s not like the love you’ve experienced in the past, not even close. But maybe… maybe that’s why you never leave, why you hold yourself back from certain arguments like it might fix everything. Maybe love is the reason why Jeonghan still seems to believe in you. Why he promises he’ll be the best thing for you despite always breaking that promise.

(Is it love, a voice in your head questions, or is it longing?)

It takes you a while to respond. “I don’t know,” you end up saying, because you really don’t. Jeonghan turns his head and looks at you, and you half expect him to start an argument in the middle of night, out on the street like this. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Would that… be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan answers, just like you. His voice is soft. You want to reach for his hand just to hold it. “You’re still…”

He pauses, like he’s trying to find the right word. You let him take his time, for once, instead of accusing him of the worst. “I’m still?”

“Everything,” he tells you. He looks so sad and you reach out for him because it’s the only thing you can offer. You think the worst thing about your relationship with Jeonghan is that you will always believe him when he gets like this, just like you’ll believe him when he takes it back in the heat of a fight.

next is from like there isn’t something missing <3

But you’re crying into his chest because it’s not you, and it’s not him. Seungcheol wonders if it was always meant to be like this, if the two of you were always meant to part or if something… if something just went wrong, somewhere. A bump that did a bit more damage than either of you thought.

He tries not to think about it now. Tears fill his own eyes as he presses a kiss to your hair because he loved you. He truly did.

“I was so lucky to love you,” he murmurs, voice a cracked whisper. “I’m so happy I got the chance.”

When Seungcheol wakes up the next morning in an empty bed, he’s not surprised. But the Post-It note that’s dressed in your handwriting…

Well. It’s over.

and this last one from only for you, i will dance !!

“This will always be our own time,” he says. “We’ll meet here.”

You know. He says it every time. It never fails to make your heart soar.

“Our thirteenth month,” you say, just like every time. Chan smiles.

He kisses you so strong you feel yourself falling.

16. a quote from an unpublished story

ahh ok ill do a few here too!!! one is something ive begun writing, the other is one that i’ve just been working on planning out <3

Smoke blows past somebody else’s lips and partially obstructs Wonwoo’s view of you.

He hasn’t been to a party like this in a long time. It’s elegant, more of a gala than anything. He can’t remember who threw it or for what reason. It doesn’t really matter, he supposes, watching you make conversation with the partygoers. They all have old money to throw around, the symbolism stitched into their suit jackets and red-rimmed heels; remnants of it left on tables and in the contents of expensive cigars.

You play them like you are one of them, tell them the right things with a silver tongue. Wonwoo always watches, plays the part of an observer. It’s impressive, the way you float around the room like it’s nothing.

Wonwoo observes; Wonwoo knows things.

and the second one...

"you don't know me," you respond. your voice carries no bite, just a fact, and joshua knows this

"i want to," he says after a second. "if you'll let me."

and he's asking permission to be your friend, to be close to you, something so tender and strangely polite

it makes you feel almost sad

"don't expect too much," you say, a little teasing. joshua only smiles

17. space for you to say something to your readers

wahhh thank you all so much!!! when i first got into writing for kpop it was a lot different mostly because i think... i was writing stuff for different anime before, and i had built up a big following because of that and my works always did like, really exceptional in terms of notes and feedback and such, and getting into kpop... has been rough on that end 💀 but i appreciate your support thus far, even if it’s small... i’m still working towards a standard that i have for myself!!! so please be patient with me, thank you for the support !!

also please find it in yourself to leave lil comments or any sort of feedback... please..... PLEASE... any creator ever understands this struggle please always try to do this!!! for me and for any other creator you follow and enjoy content from <333

[astorytotellyourfriends]

4, 8, 12, 13, 17, 21, 32, 45, 47 - leave all of our darker days (since you tend to use song lyrics as titles & since i havent had anything but maggie rogers lyrics in my head for a month), and 49.

4. What is your favourite genre to write for?

i really do love writing any sort of au. but i think the ones i’ve enjoyed the most have been in the hp universe because the magical element really opens up so much in terms of what my imagination can come up with and it’s so goddamn fun.

8. Where do you take your inspiration from?

everything. i honestly can’t watch most films without thinking about how i would write it as a fic and more specifically, who from 1d would be who. i also get random inspiration from songs i listen to and even just stuff that happens in my life. i may be a hermit 90% of the time but i do have a weird ass life.

12. Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

LOOOOOUUUUUUIIIIIIIISSSSS. also niall. but louis because i feel like i can always make his character so complex, if that makes sense? like, he can be the normal #lads always up for a laugh kind of person, but underneath he’s SO MUCH MORE??? (and honestly niall’s kind of the same but also different I’M SORRY MY BRAIN IS ONLY PARTIALLY WORKING IT’S GETTING LATE HERE AND I’M TIRED.)

13. Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

honestly, zayn. it’s getting easier to write him but for so long i just couldn’t. it’s weird how my irl perceptions of 1d can so quickly taint my fic perceptions and make it impossible for me to write certain pairings. (ironically that doesn’t just apply to zayn ships, there are some that don’t include zayn that i can’t find the will to write anymore even though i used to all the time.)

17. Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

"You must be Freddie," she says in the same sort of tone everyone uses on a baby. Louis hears it in his own voice all the time; there's no stopping it.

21. Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

oh gosh. i’m always willing to gush about @magicalrocketships because everything she writes is incredible and heartwrenching and i love every word. and @queerlyalex writes the most amazing fics that are just so eloquent all the time??? i don’t know how they do it and i’m so, so impressed.

32. Are any of your characters based on real people?

well, technically, yes, all of them.

45. What is the last line you wrote?

Niall shrugs. "Yeah, alright."

47. Here’s a fic title - Leave All of Our Darker Days. What would this story be about?

ooh. i think it would be a getting back together fic. maybe they got together super young or it was really intense at first and they loved each other so much but fought all the time. and when they broke up it was over something so trivial and stupid but they were both too stubborn to admit they were wrong so instead they broke up and lost touch. and maybe a few years later they reunite at an event - like a wedding or something - and the spark is still there. they never stopped loving each other but maybe one’s in a relationship now or they’re both too afraid of being toxic for the other. (maybe one or both have spent a lot of time in therapy working through their issues! and maybe that’s the one who’s in a relationship now and is happy - really, they are! and maybe they’ve tricked themselves into thinking they’re over the other person but really they’re not - they just won’t admit it.) i imagine lots of long, passionate speeches and heartfelt tears but also hearts getting broken and re-broken before eventually everything turns out okay. maybe.

49. Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

OH YOU BETCHA. if we’re talking 1d fic, it was a ziam bodyswap by scottmcniceass. i’m sure it’s still up on ao3, i’m just too lazy to find it right now. as for the first fic i ever read, then... it was definitely on quizilla, possibly a simple plan fic. i can’t be sure, it was well over fifteen years ago.

[basadd]

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

28

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

84,046

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

posted, it´s bnha, dp, Onward(2020), and voltron

unposted also includes mlb, banana fish, and danganronpa

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

no. 1 by far: the fear of what could become (dp) 

2-not a quirk, can´t prove it (bnha)

3-chipped (bnha)

4-rest (dp)

5-(youŕe gonna be) the one left standing (bnha)

5. Which of your fics do you want more attention for? 

someone who feels like home, the onward lesbian milfs fic lol

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

not really, every few months i check my inbox, and short simple ones i give a quick thanks to, but the best comments i just hoard unread in my inbox and never reply to bc i cant describe my thanks lmao i should start printing those out so i can actually thank them

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

(youŕe gonna be) the one left standing(bnha), or Exhaustion (dp)

8. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

surprisingly no ???? i think i used to hate them and now its just never occurred to me to write some

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yeah yup someone on ff.net just this month commented on one of my best dp fics, ¨why did you have to include the trans part¨ with a lil stronger wording. hurt my feelings a lil lol

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind?

yea, its very fluffy and cheesy and funny and none of it is complete so i dont accidentally post any till im 18. thats my excuse for writers block kehehe

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope! ive only helped beta translations before

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

technically yes but itś not complete or posted and we havent touched it in over a year so is it really a yes   ..??

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

im not the biggest on shipping tbh, i write the most tododeku where theyre pals who wanna kiss so maybe that by default

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

stoppp i have the naive & unrealistic hope that i will someday finish all my wips, but probably the voltron longfic monstrosity from day 7 off tododeku week 2018. yes that was 4 years ago and i only have 20 pages written shutup

15. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue maybeeeee??? im an overall wimp actually

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

sitting down and doing it, rereading the stuff i wrote when i was 12 and wishing i was still that proficient, describing things, nonsensical run-on sentences, way too many commas, non-dialogue descriptive bs, making up original things that havent happened to me irl to write about, staying in the same tense for more than 2 sentences (past and present are indiscernable to my brain until i start betaing myself and im so shocked at how i managed to fuck it up that bad, and trying to reverse engineer which one i Meant to write in by trying to figure out which one i used slightly more often)

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

ask a friend who knows that language how to get the right message across, iĺl use google translate to make up bnha names but i know how much of a disaster is it grammically

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

bnha! but voltron introduced me to ao3 aka quality fic im surprised i never wrote any for that when it was my whole life, i drew more instead

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

fav: repotting aimless roots (bnha) or the fear of what could become (dp)

least fav: Dregs (bnha), because i felt like i was writing about something that was none of my business

20. What fic are you most proud of?

GHOST (bnha), bc its long and i Actually Finished It lol. also oranges (bnha) bc i managed to write it in covid depression but its not finished soooo....

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Can't live without you- Happy Lowman

Requested By  @homicidalteenagedream . Hope you like it!! Song- Can’t live without You by Pretty Ricky

Verse 1 Pleasure] It’s 4 O'clock in the morning. And she ain’t feeling right. I’m on a first class trip. Through this place called life. I don’t know what to do. Cause my body’s still shaking. I know it’s time to man up. And start my education. I need someone to call on. So I called on my best friend. I said “Bro, I can’t take it”. He said “Boy, stop tripping”. So I hung up the phone. Packed my shit and got right. I know what I gotta do now. Be a man and face life.

You were on the bed watching Happy pace the floor. You just told him that your pregnant. You’ve only been going out for a few months it was shock. “Are you sure, it could be just a miss up”? He said with panic in his voice. “Hap I went to the doctors and they said I was about two months along”. “I just dont know how this fucking happened, we use protection every time”. “Things happen we cant explain, if you dont want it you dont have to be in its life”. You got up and walked to the door. “But I’m going to keep this child, it was put here for us”. “I cant just give that up”. You wipped a tear away. You walked out of the dorm. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone dialing Chibs number. “Hap, whats up”? “Y/Ns pregnant, I dont know what I’m going to do” “You are going to fucking man up Lowman, that girl loves you”. With that the line went dead. “Fuck, I do need to man up”. You said to yourself.

[Chorus Pleasure] Maybe we could work it out. Cause you know I can’t live without you. And everytime I think about it. I know a ***** can’t live without you. Ain’t no need to cry about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you. I even wrote a song about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you.

You drove to Y/N house watching her threw the window. Crying. You knocked on the door. “What are you doing here Happy”? “I dont want to lose you or the baby”. You said walking in, siting down on the couch. “Hap you cant just come in and leave anytime you want”. “If you are in this, then its forever especially for the baby”. “It will be, I dont want my kid to go threw what my mom and I did”. He took your hand, holding it. “I cant live with out you, you dont look at me like I’m some greasy scumbag biker”. “You love me for who I am”. “Hap, I love you even if you dont I do”. You said kissing his cheek “I love you too Y/N”

[Verse 2 Spectacular] At the beginning you was gone. I was staying wit my momma. I stayed getting in trouble, man. Straight damn drama. I started dancing so I stayed out of trouble. Cause I stayed in school, selling candy so my money doubled. But then you told me man, dancing was for punks. Then you told me come and stay. And you ain’t care what I want. You told me come and dance and rap wit my brothers. You taught me how to love and how to care for my brothers. And then you taught me all yo hustlin’ skills. Just in case I get alone I know how to pay bills. You told me I was straight regardless of a deal. And I love you man for that cause you always kept it real.

“So I see you and Y/N made up” Chibs said taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah forever”. “Good she is good for you, she keeps you out of trouble”. “Yeah I remember before I met her, I was balls deep in every croweater here”. “But I met her and havent even thought about another girl”. “Good, your straight and she will keep it that way”. “Yeah she will, I dont want to lose her”. He looked Y/N way as you laughed with Gemma, your baby bump sticking out of your sundress. “She’s glowing, shes happy”. You smiled

Chorus Pleasure] Maybe we could work it out. Cause you know I can’t live without you. And everytime I think about it. I know a ***** can’t live without you. Ain’t no need to cry about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you. I even wrote a song about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you

Getting back from the party you both were tired and sunburned. “Oh Hap, I feel like I could sleep for days” You laughed “You better get some sleep, ours will be here soon”. He rubbed your belly. “Have I told you that you look beautiful today”? “You might have mentioned it once or twice”. “Well you are, I’m so lucky to have you”. He leaned over and kissed you softly. “I’m the one that is lucky, you gave me a blessing”. You put your head over his and smiled

[Verse 3 Slick'Em] Now that I made it, it feel real good. Take you out the hood. Put you on B and the block in the middle of the woods. And as hard as it seems, you was there for me. One bedroom apartment. On 6-0 and 14 number efficiency down in Coverly. Told you I had a dream. And even though I like to cheat. I’m going along my Georgia peach and that’s a promise I’m gonna keep. To the end, never gone blend. And I can hear you tell yo friends. And I can see you wanna buss and fuss with yo brand new Benz. To the world, baby it’s yours. I’d give you the world cause you not no ordinary girl. I’m yo son, you my ol’ girl. My momma, we shared for 19 years. And from the bottom of my foundation I’m telling you how I feel, and I love ya.

You were packing to move in the new house. This one was big enough for Happy, the baby, you and Happys mom. “You sure this is ok”. He asked taking the box away from you “Happy if you ask me that one more time, I’m going to smack you”. “Yes its great, I love your mom and I’m going to need help”. “She knows what she’s doing, she raised a great man standing right here”. You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him “Alright, thank you for being wonderful”. He kissed you again You arrived at the new house. It was so big and homie. A big back yard with a pool. A huge garage for Happy and a big kitchen for you. “Hap I love it so much”. “I love you” “I love you too, this is a new start for us all”. He placed his hand on your back and the other on your belly.

[Chorus Pleasure] Maybe we could work it out. Cause you know I can’t live without you. And everytime I think about it. I know a nigga can’t live without you. Ain’t no need to cry about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you. I even wrote a song about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you

“The house looks so good guys”. Gemma squealed hugging you both “Thanks Gemma, I love how everything turn out”. “Its great cause Happy and Ii have the same taste in somethings”. You laughed “I can see that”. You laughed rubbing your belly. “Funny Gemma so funny”. You both walked out side. Happy watched you light up about the new house and the baby. You both were so excited to bring this baby into a very loving home. Verse 4 Baby Blue] See, I fell in love wit ya. Wanna raise my kids wit ya. But you left me all alone wit tears dripping down the picture. I remember the day like yesterday. May 9th, to be exact. I’d do anything to get you back. Even though I know you ain’t coming back. I’m serious as a heart attack. Could we get it back the way it was? Cause I know you had some outside influences that pulled a plug. The reality, Junebug, girl I know we’ll always be together. I got you locked away deep in my heart, always here forever

“Happy”! You screamed from the top of the stairs. “What, whats wrong”. He ran up the stairs “Its time daddy”. You smiled threw a contraction “Shit, ok”. He helped you down the stairs and in the car. “I’ll be right back I have to get the bag”. He ran back inside. “Momma, we going to the hospital to have this baby”. You heard Happy yelling. The car ride was horrible. Contractions were taking over your body. “Fuck, Hap it hurts”. You screamed “I know baby, your doing great”. He said carrying you into the hospital room Four hours of pushing and screaming. Yelling at Happy to never touch you again. You heard little crys. “Its a boy”. The nurse said “Wow a boy, mommas going to kill me”. Happy said kissing your sweaty forehead. “No, she will be so happy to have another son”. You looked at your son with amazement. He looked just like Happy. “He has your eyes, so soft and pure”. Happy said as his son took his finger in his little hand. “Y/N thank you for giving me another chance to live this with you”. “You are the one that gave yourself a chance, you are the man your dad couldnt be”. You grabbed his shirt and kissed him. “I love you Happy, I always will”. “I love you and my son, I always will”. He said as he picked up his little boy. Chorus Pleasure] Maybe we could work it out. Cause you know I can’t live without you. And everytime I think about it. I know a ***** can’t live without you. Ain’t no need to cry about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you. I even wrote a song about it. Cause you know I can’t live without you.

“Do you Happy Lowman, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife in life, death and the after life”. The preacher spoke. “I do, I always will”. “Do you Y/N Y/L/N, take Happy Lowman to be your husband in life, death and after life”. “I do, I always will”. “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride”. Just as you about to kiss. “Wait a minute, what else Brother”? Chibs blurted out. “I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley”. Happy gushed. You blushed. “Ok now can I kiss my smoken ass wife”? He asked Chibs “Go get it Brother” He said clapping his hands. Happy kissed you long and hard. It was like the first time over again, you were weak in the knees and you felt his semi-hard on. Everything was in slow motion until you son came over a pulled at your dress. “Hey little man, Daddies kissing Mommy you gotta wait your turn” Happy laughed picking him up. The preacher got everyones attention. “Please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Happy Lowman”. Life was bumpy at the beginning but it turned out better than ever.

[sadrien]

Do you have any finished stuff you can share with us pretty please? Or long snips???? :D

i looked through my drive and i dont have many things finished. i have about 50 wips, but nothing actually done. 

i do have this chapter of a theater au i started last summer though. (i honestly havent looked at it since then so i apologize for whats probably very questionable writing) i stopped because of how unsure i was about theater in france and wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to write a story with such an inaccurate and americanized portrayal

but here, sans editing, is what wouldve been chapter one of paper stars

[let me know if there are issues opening the read more and ill post on ao3 or something because i know mobile breaks sometimes]

Marinette’s sketchbooks and bags are dumped on the floor, slowly taking over an entire row in the very back of the theater. Nino had asked her if she was moving in, like he doesn’t have a blanket and pillow stored in the light booth.

She doesn’t have to be here, but she’s always liked watching auditions. She doesn’t like having to audition — the thought makes her slightly nauseous — but watching them is always entertaining. It’s fascinating to see how people play their characters when they first audition compared to how they play them opening night. And the song choices sometimes lean towards the more humorous side. She missed the first day of auditions because she had to help out at the bakery and from Nino’s stories, she should’ve been there. Kim auditioned for the part of the fairy godmother, and supposedly, Alix has it on video. Marinette has to see that one.

There are also things that Marinette greatly dislikes about auditions. But at least no one has sang Popular yet this year.

Marinette leaves where she had been sitting with Nino near the front of the auditorium to move back to her stuff. Watching Juleka’s audition gave her sudden inspiration for a costume and she needs to doodle it before it vanishes forever.

It doesn’t matter though, because as soon as she sees the boy holding her sketchbook in his hand, the design is gone from her mind and replaced with frustration. When she sees the ripped out pages on top of it, her mind goes completely red. “Hey!” she snaps. “What do you think you’re doing with that?!” She snatches the sketchbook and pages away from him.

He blinks in surprise. “I—”

Chloé and Sabrina start laughing. Marinette hadn’t even noticed them sitting back here on her way over. She narrows her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. “Oh very funny, nice job, you three.”

The boy looks panicked. Marinette can’t seem to care, he shouldn’t have been going through her stuff. And he definitely shouldn't have been tearing pages from her sketchbook. “No no, I was—”

“Don’t touch other people’s things!” Marinette scoops up her bags as Chloé and Sabrina continue to laugh. She gives the boy a once over. “You’re friends with Chloé, aren’t you?” she asks, unimpressed.

“Yeah, but—”

“Hmph.” Marinette picks up her other sketchbooks. She’ll go back to sitting in the front with Nino. Away from Chloé, away from Sabrina, away from whoever this is.

“Yo, I thought you were gonna go into your zone,” Nino says as she drops down with all of her bags. He eyes her full arms. “Are you leaving?”

“No,” she grumbles. “Just Chloé being Chloé.”

“Did she try to steal your designs again?” Nino asks, voice dangerous.

“She didn’t.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Sabrina?”

“No, a boy had my sketchbook and Chloé was laughing and he had—” She shakes her head and shoves the ripped out pages at Nino. If she keeps talking she’s going to burst into tears and she is not giving Chloé the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Nino takes the pages from her and twists around his seat. Marinette knows his gaze is sweeping the room and he’s ready to jump out of his seat to fight someone. “Wait hold on,” he taps Marinette’s shoulder, “was it that blond kid who’s sitting next to Chloé and looks a little like he’s going to puke?”

She turns around with a sigh, her eyes immediately landing on the boy. “Yes,” she mutters. “I’ve never even seen him before, but somehow Chloé has her nails inch deep in him already.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t go here,” Nino says softly, as someone steps onto the stage and announces his name. “His name’s Adrien. He’s homeschooled, but him and Chloé are friends. Maybe their families are close or something, I don’t know.”

“Homeschooled?” Marinette whispers back once he’s finished singing and is walking offstage. “Then why is he here? To torment me?”

Nino snorts. “Overdramatic much?”

“This is the drama club,” she points out.

“True. But nah, he auditioned. You would know that if you weren’t half an hour late,” he says pointedly.

“I had to run an errand.” It isn’t really a lie? Saving a cat from a tree could totally count as an errand, right? Ladybug has to save all felines, not just Chat Noir. So she got a little distracted, she really doesn’t have to be here right now. All she’s officially doing is costumes and possibly props and sets if they need any help. Makeup and hair because they always need extra help with those. She loves watching auditions, but now she’s regretting coming. “He auditioned? But I thought you said he was homeschooled?”

“Yeah, he was actually really good. And apparently we’ve got some policy about letting people who don’t have drama programs at their schools to join ours.” Nino shrugs. “The first I’ve heard of it.”

“Probably Chloé’s doing,” Marinette grumbles.

“But he’s a dick?” Nino crosses his arms and sinks back in his seat. “Should’ve guessed it when he walked in with Chloé. Who’s surprised? No one!”

Marinette sighs. “At least she didn’t see any of my designs this time.”

“Uh, well, I mean… Adrien did.”

“So?”

Nino raises his eyebrows and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Did you not recognize him? Like at all?”

“I mean, he looks a little familiar,” Marinette admits.

“Mar, I honestly thought you were more in the know with this.”

“What do you mean?”

Nino hands her his phone. “Adrien, Adrien Agreste.”

Marinette gasps and takes his phone from him. “The son of my favorite designer?” She turns to look at Adrien again. “Great. Another entitled rich kid.” She flips through the pictures from Adrien’s latest shoot. “Entitled rich child star.”

Nino hums in agreement as the next audition starts.

Marinette debates just dying now. Why wait for tech week when she already has reasons for death? Then she won’t even have to deal with the drama of the cast being announced. She sighs and sinks down into her seat.

Nino ruffles her hair. “Don’t die on me yet, Mari. I can’t deal with Chloé on my own.”

“Fine,” she mutters. “Only for you though.”

She rolls her eyes when Chloé gets up onstage, flipping her hair and taking over the stage with big, large motions. She has the aura of someone who knows they’re good and knows they’ve gotten the part and honestly, it makes Marinette feel a little ill. How confident all of Chloé’s motions are makes her wish she could she could match her. She’s never able to. She can dream.

“Where are all those adoring daring boys?” Chloé sings. “Where's the knight pining so for me…” She looks directly at Adrien and Marinette makes a face.

“Get a room you two,” Nino mutters.

Marinette bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

Chloé tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Shall I not be on a pedestal, worshipped and competed for?”

“Are we sure this wasn’t written for her?” he asks.

Marinette slaps his shoulder and shushes him.

After Chloé, the rest of auditions goes off without a hitch. Aside from Adrien, Marinette has seen almost everyone who has auditioned before, either in previous musicals or in the school’s winter play a few weeks ago— which had been small and nearly fell apart but they got through it and that was what matters. 

“What do you think?” Nino asks as Marinette packs up and tries to figure out how to minimize all her baggage. 

“I think that the drama this year is going to be ridiculous,” she mutters. “That’s what happens when you have a show with a big lead as opposed to a more equal ensemble.” 

Nino rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah maybe not the smartest choice considering our cast.” 

Marinette gives him a look. “You get to hide out in the light booth. I have to deal with everyone backstage.” 

Nino shakes his head. “Rest in peace, Mar. This is going to be a rough one. I can feel it.” 

Ladybug has decided that she has mixed feelings about patrols in the winter. The rooftops are almost always too icy or snow covered for her and Chat to really be on them, and although their suits keep them fairly warm, her face always feels like it’s beginning to freeze. At the same time, it keeps her from getting cabin fever. It gives her a breath of cold, fresh air. It’s a nice escape. Especially after rough days. Or at least, usually it is.

“What’s wrong?” she asks Chat.

He lifts his chin from his hand in surprise.

“Don’t act surprised, kitty,” she says, bumping their shoulders together. “You’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” he murmurs, turning his gaze out to the city.

Ladybug arches an eyebrow. “You’re something.” In the months she’s known him, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen him so…reserved. So quiet and still. She doesn’t think she likes it very much.

Chat sighs and leans back on his hands. “It has to do with my civilian life, do you really want to know?”

She weighs the pros and cons quickly. “If it’s bothering you, then yes.”

“I just…” He groans. “I had a chance today. I met some new people and I had a chance to make friends and I—” He laughs bitterly. “I majorly screwed up. And they all hate me.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Ladybug says quickly.

Chat runs a hand through his hair. “I did. One person yelled at me because— I mean, she had the right to. But it wasn’t only that. It was one of the people I knew before them, my friend who actually was the reason I was there. I don’t think they like her very much. And…I don’t think they want to give me a chance because of that.”

Ladybug scowls. “That’s bullshit.”

“It’s really not,” he mumbles. “My friend did something today and I… I hadn’t seen that side of her before. Either that or I was too blinded by the fact that she was one of my only friends to notice.”

Ladybugs hums. She can't entirely relate. She's always been surrounded by friends, she's lucky that way. Nino and her have been following each other around since they were in diapers. Even if they’ve only reconnected this year after a few years of barely talking, she’s never been without countless people she could consider her friends. “They shouldn't be judging you solely on your other friends,” she decides.

Chat looks down to his hands. “I know but… Even then, I should have explained myself better today instead of just…letting things happen to me.”

She can't imagine Chat being the type of person not to take action. Is he really so different underneath the mask? “You made a mistake,” she says after a moment. “You just admitted it to me, so admit it to them. And if they're worth your time, they'll understand and forgive you. If not—” She shrugs. “If not, you have me.”

He stares at her, greens eyes wide in surprise. “I do?”

How off guard he is almost hurts her. “Of course you do, kitten,” she promises. “We're partners.”

“Partners,” Chat repeats softly.

“Always.”

Marinette can say callbacks are her favorite part of auditions. The dance auditions can be entertaining and the tensions for callbacks can be terrifyingly high, but there’s something about callbacks that’s just so appealing. The way people grab onto roles and firmly plant their feet in them as if to shout ‘this is me and I’ll prove it to you’. A defiance, a determination to earn the role. To take the role as their own and breathe life into it.

Callbacks are when Marinette can really begin to see a show coming to life. The life will fade out for a few weeks after the cast is announced. The flame flickers and dims. And then the actors will find themselves again and the production will burst into light.

Marinette hates auditioning. She misses it with a burning passion.

She watches Chloé dominate the stage like she does every year. Personally, she thinks that Chloé is a little too…loud and present for the role for Cinderella. She’s missing something soft and gentle. But Marinette and Nino sit hidden in the back — technically they aren’t supposed to be here — and make quiet notes to each other. Chloé is getting the role.

Adrien is…frustratingly good. He’s maybe a little too withdrawn at the moment, he hasn’t entirely figured out how to project properly, but he falls into the role of Prince Topher with such ease that it’s a little unsettling. He so easily plays innocent and naive, unexposed to the world around him. It makes Marinette’s blood boil.   

Both her and Nino are keeping running lists of who they think will get what roles on their phones. Whoever gets the most right has the buy the other Starbucks before rehearsal every Monday. Neither of them even have to be at Monday rehearsals for a while, but neither of them have anything better to do. So they’ll be there with their expensive and caffeinated drinks goofing off while everyone else is trying to learn music.

Okay, well, Marinette will work on making the costume book and Nino might play around with some lighting ideas if he’s allowed up in the booth. Other than that they’ll just be goofing around.

She watches Adrien and Chloé read lines together with a scowl on her face.

“How long do you think they practiced together,” Nino whispers to her.

“How much do you think they spent on acting and vocal coaches?” she whispers back.

Nino snorts and switches one of the names on his cast list.

Marinette sits back and tries to enjoy the rest of callbacks. She feels a twinge of anger whenever Chloé or Adrien are onstage, but mostly she can relax and doodle. She soaks in the atmosphere of the auditorium. Something about theater that has been missing from her life since last year’s show ended. The play doesn’t have the same feeling, it’s more relaxed and taken less seriously and is honestly kind of a joke. The musical— it’s an experience that she can’t figure out how to recreate.

She sighs when callbacks end and snap her back to reality.

“You good?” Nino asks. “I can grab some stuff for you if you want.”

“It’s okay,” she promise.

“You’re walking—”

“So are you,” Marinette points out. “In the other direction. Don’t worry, I carried it all the school, I can get it home.”

Nino laughs. “Don’t doubt it, my dude. See you bright and early for physics.”

She groans. “Don’t remind me.” She stays in her seat, finishing her last design as the auditorium clears out. She glances over it again before groaning and drawing an x through it.

“It’s too late for this, Tikki,” she murmurs as she gathers up her bags.

“Get some rest, Mari,” Tikki coos. “It’s been a long day and you didn’t get much sleep with the long patrol.”

“Nothing new,” Marinette says with a smile. “I’m used to it.”

“You still deserve a full night’s rest,” Tikki says, nuzzling Marinette’s cheek. “Crooks and criminals be damned. Let’s get home.”

Marinette rubs her arms as she steps outside. Tikki zips into her purse as Marinette shivers. It was way colder than she remembered it being. Tiny snowflakes fall to the ground. And her jacket was sitting on her bed where she forgot it this morning. Fantastic.

“Hey.”

Marinette tenses and looks away as Adrien steps up next to her. If there’s anything she doesn’t need tonight, it’s him.

She can feel his eyes on her. On her and on her bags. She doesn’t want to be judged right now.

“I…I just wanted you to know,” he says softly. She doesn’t want to listen. “Your sketchbook— I didn’t rip it. I didn’t even mean to look at it. I was trying to see if I could fix it.”

Marinette turns to look at him in surprise. He…what?

Adrien is staring out into the street, watching the snow. “I’ve…never been to school before,” he admits. “I haven’t had many friends. This is…kind of new to me.”

Marinette doesn’t know what to say to that. All of the anger that she’d felt has just bubbled up and evaporated and has been replaced by…something else. Something kind of empty and confused.

Adrien sighs and unzips his jacket, pulling it off and holding it out to Marinette in one smooth motion. She hesitates and just stares at it for a moment before putting down her bags and taking it from him, their fingers brushing as she does.   

She puts it on and pulls up the hood, surprised to find that she can no longer see.

“Uh…” Adrien bursts out laughing.

Marinette pushes back the hood with covered hands. The jacket is far too big, coming halfway down her thighs and making her look like she’s swimming in it. And his laugh makes her fill with butterflies and her heart feel like it’s going to explode. It’s infectious, and she finds herself laughing along with him.

Adrien sighs and smiles, motioning to the car that just pulled up to the school. “I’ll see you at rehearsal.”

Marinette doesn’t even react, she just stares at him as he walks away. Until she realizes that she really needs to respond. “Yes! See yo— rehear- rehearsal. Rehearsal see you… You…” She presses her hand to her forehead. “Ugh, why am I stuttering so much?”

Tikki flies out of her purse, giggling. “I think I know why!”

“I—!” Marinette blushes and buries her nose in the collar of Adrien’s coat.

Tikki nuzzles Marinette’s cheek. “Let’s get home before the snow gets through his nice coat.”

Marinette gathers up her bags and smiles to Tikki. The coat is helping keep her warm, but Adrien’s laugh warms her more. “Yeah, let’s go.”

[calumcest]

18, 7

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? 

LMFAO oh god yes i do. on my ao3 i have two (?) one is a malum train buddies au and one is a bandom office au which is enemies-to-lovers lashton centric and in my drafts i have........many i have a lashton brothers best friend au, a malum college au, a malum craigslist roommate au amongst many others i dont know when they truly count as abandoned i have a lot of other wips that i just havent touched in months so if those count as abandoned too then we are in deep shit. the reason for the abandonment is often just lack of inspiration and realising i actually just dont like them and an additional reason in the case of the ao3 ones because i wrote them in...2014? 2015? and it’d be a bit weird to just cut in with another chapter 5 years later 

7) When is your preferred time to write? 

i like to write in the evenings! my favourite thing to do is to have my dinner and then sit down and just write a good 6k or so in the next 4 hours after that thats how i have written every single chapter of the soulmate au so far