#zadien writes fanfic

[zadien]

I gave myself permission to do some writing today because I did my exam yesterday and didn't want to spend another evening studying. It was so nice to go back to my ice hockey babies.

Tala was surprised Dan chose Rei as the new captain… unless he hadn’t. The thought twisted and reformed in his brain. Had Dan left the choice up to the team? Naively assuming they’d choose one of his remaining stars—since favouritism was Dan’s modus operandi—but he hadn’t realised that with the influx of new blood, who’d all played with Rei last year, that they would choose the player they knew, trusted, respected. Thus leaving Dan with a team he couldn’t control. No wonder he hadn’t shown his face. This was the typical petty retaliation that characterised his coaching style. And with no tenured players, and an AWOL coach, the Tigers resembled a cub circled by a shark in deep waters. They flailed, they struck out, and with each moment, the Sharks took more and more chunks out of them. It was only due to Arista’s stellar performance that they weren’t down more goals. She’d all but stood on her head to keep them in the game.

[chenfordspiral]

Talk Shop Tuesday: You've possibly answered this already but I'm very new to the fandom so I would've missed it, and I'm curious: What is your writing routine? Do you have anything you need to write? What apps etc do you use?

Oh ask away! I’m not sure I have talked about this before actually so thank you!

Well, my routine is that it’s a mess. I wish I was kidding but that truly does describe my process best. I spend a lot of time just staring at my cursor whenever I have time to write but the words just won’t come. There's lots of cussing and cursing and, well, whining and crying involved in that particular instance, and it's truly not fun. I've learned that just sitting still and staring at the screen won't help so usually I just try and find something else to focus on and see what comes of it after.

One sure way to get me to write? Going to bed. I swear as soon as my head hits that pillow, there's millions of ideas and scenes suddenly floating around in my mind that need to be written down right that second. And I mean right that second cause otherwise they're gone forever because no, I will not remember in the morning. So that's why I've got countless notes in my notes app on my phone with pieces of dialogue and ideas for scenes. I actually use Notion to write, both on my phone and my laptop, but those specific ideas that come to mind at all hours of the day are in my notes app, for whatever reason.

What do I need to write? Inspiration. I can honestly pretty much write anywhere and with any kind noise around as long as I have some sort of inspiration (I usually listen to music while I write and even have a show on in the background sometimes).

So usually, a story starts with one very particular scene or piece of dialogue in mind and I try and work my way around it as best I can. Some of these have turned into stories, some are still waiting to be somehow incorporated into a fic. I feel like I had more of a straightforward plan when I started writing a year ago, but I guess the mess comes with having too many ideas to know how to handle them..

EDIT: There's also lots and LOTS of bothering @escapismqueen with questions and my overthinking nature. Seriously, she has to put up with this crap every single day and still tolerates me. I truly do have the best bestie in the world.

Even this answer is kind of a mess (sorry!) but it's honestly the truest way of answering your question 😆

Thanks for the ask! ❤︎

[krixel]

WIP TAG GAME

I was tagged by the ever lovely @zadien and since I finally have free time, this sounded both fun and like a good way to make me write. Some of these are fanfics & some of these are original fiction.

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs

My WIP titles:

Good Left Undone (Beyblade Mafia AU)

Admit One (Original Urban Fantasy about a haunted soul-stealing carnival)

Broken Alliances (Original high-fantasy quest that I will never complete but that has my first original characters and will live in my head and my heart forever)

Legacy (Original fantasy romance about reunited childhood friends where one became the Queen’s assassin, and one became a healer, also people are being poisoned)

Moonlight (My general catch-all file for TDP fanfic that I will one day get back to, I swear)

I have been MIA on here for the last year, so I’m not entirely sure who to tag - so gently (and with no pressure) tagging @hoothalcyon, @legend-of-the-fandoms, @dragonnguard, @beautifulterriblequeen, and @jellyjay - and any other writers I missed or want to do it.

[ceruleanmusings]

Fanfiction Writer’s Appreciation Day always sneaks up on me but I’m happy that I caught it this year so I could do something for the peers and friends I have in this writing community.

Writing fanfic is tough. Not only because writing is, technically, an isolated activity but because contributing fanfic to fandom that’s usually visual-based is an uphill battle to get readers, keep them, and feel like you’re actually contributing.

But I sure as hell appreciate the hell out of all of you! The fact that we have people who take characters that we love and continue to give them stories, continue to explore them, pick them apart to see how they tick and how they’d work in new situations, give them more depth than the OG creators could (*coughcoughJeffDavis), and constantly show them love is an amazing thing. Fanfics are an underrated part of fandom

So, for this Fanfic Writer’s Appreciation Day I especially wanted to shout out @zadien, @darkened-storm, and @themistymermaid. I read their stories quietly over the years and loved the characterization and voices they gave to the canon characters and their OCs. And so, when I joined their beyblade discord  server (we talk about other fandoms and such but it’s easier to say it’s a beyblade discord) a few months ago I came in nervous, like I was coming to the cool kids table. But 1) we’re all dorks just happy to talk about our favorite characters and 2) we’re writers who want to support one another and create a welcoming space and fuck did I feel welcomed and relaxed right away!

Thank you for bringing me into your fold! Your writing is all so amazing, I look up to you all and am so envious of your abilities to really get the characters and write their stories in a way that it feels like I’m not reading fics but taking a closer, intimate look into their lives. Your fandom contributions don’t go unnoticed despite what you may think and I get excited to see you all so excited for your writing. I love seeing your successes and will always be there to cheer you on!

Forever Recs

Smells Like Team Spirit / Saving Part of the World by @zadien (beyblade)

One Hundred Tales / No Strings Attached by @themistymermaid (beyblade and digimon)

Tri: Of Honesty and Loyalty / No Sacrifice, No Victory by @darkened-storm (digimon and beyblade)

[thegoldielocks28]

45. "Do I even wanna know?" for Tala and Mathilda (because I'm interested in seeing your version of their friendship when she's with or moving towards being with Spencer) Or if that line doesn't work, either of the others will do as long as it has those two :)

Title: Do I even want to know? Pairing: Sergei Petrov and Mathilda Alster romantically, Yuriy Ivanov and Mathilda Alster platonically. Notice: Written from Yuriy´s point of view. Mostly. Also, I haven't yet read the new manga so some of my headcanons for him might be off, aged or not canon. Also, I kept writing and adding to this for ages, and feel it's a bit of a mess. Hopefully, it shows some emotion that I meant for it to show. Not sure if I will post this anywhere else hm...

Yuriy has mastered the art of ignoring others' eyes on him. Easily walking by as if he's clueless of their attention on him. Even if the fact that they were staring was something he noticed before the person themselves knew their eyes were trailing him.

Observant as he is.

During Yuriy´s early childhood, he’d get looks of hatred and disgust as he lived, or barely survived, in the streets. Wearing old and tattered clothes, pale skin almost grey because of malnutrition, and blue eyes desperately searching for help as passerbys continued to choose not to see him. At times, the hatred in strangers´ eyes was better than being ignored. When they pretended not to see the misery Yuriy was in he ended up feeling like he was already dead.

Soon, Yuriy learned of another kind of fear. The fear that came from those who were threatened by his skill in the bey dish, fear because of the harsh fates waiting for them if they lost to him in the days of the Abbey. Once that first child lost terribly to Yuriy, and was never seen again, his peers started to respect him. Respect born from fear.

As Yuriy and his brothers were manipulated and tricked to threaten the safety of the world, he was looked on as both a hero and a monster. A hero who´d give Russia the top spot in Beyblade again.And as something a little less than human, perhaps closer to a cyborg, leading the world towards its demise while being seemingly void of much emotion. Perhaps only rivaled by how power hungry Kai had gotten together with Black Dranzer. Or even by Boris after that match against Rei. Boris had been Balkov´s triumph card. The man is still recovering from the lack of love he got from a young age, and to learn to handle his growing emotions just as his rage.

Today the world knows how all of it ended, and who to thank for their safety and freedom: the Bladebreakers.

After the Demolition Boys´ loss, people started to look at them with yet a new set of eyes. The eyes of those who viewed them as victims of manipulation, of harsh childhoods. Often with pity. It never suited Yuriy. Being a victim. Rather, he aimed for them to be seen as young, free and brave men redeeming themselves and growing into something better. Growing into the people they want to be now when they have a real shot at it.

Survivors.

Today, Yuriy is well trained in observing strangers and deciding whether or not they´re sincere when approaching his team. If they truly want to get to know them, or if they want something from them. Regretfully the Russians often decide it's safer to assume people are out to hurt them than blindly letting strangers into their lives.

It´s a snowy and cold day in Moscow, Russia. The air is crisp, cold and dry. Chilling to the bone. A good winter's day, with a clear blue sky telling of an even colder night ahead. Probably with stars. The streets are busy with people. Families, couples, children playing around. At a corner of a smaller street a coffee shop recently opened, carrying a foreign brand of coffee to Russia.

To the untrained eye Yuriy´s pale face appears indifferent as he thanks the young woman accompanying him for holding the door open. He's carrying some of the things they bought today. Books. Clothes. Some new toys for his pet dog. However, even if he might look like he'd rather be somewhere else, his eyes tell of a new kind of warmth as he looks at his female companion. An attentiveness few earn from him.

Yuriy´s presence has stirred people to life it seems. Staff greets him with almost spooked expressions and “Hi!”s. They must be newly hired, since the shop has just been around for a few weeks. It instantly sours his mood, as he much prefers workers to treat him like any other customer. From that point Yuriy makes sure it seems like he pays little attention to the people around them, but only after he shows his appreciation with a slight nod of his head. There´s this middle ground he has found as of late. Looking strangers in the eye as they gawk at him while fighting nerves. Some are his fans, and they pay a bit of his paycheck through watching his matches. Supporting him and his family. No matter how Yuriy looks at it, his fans matter, they all do in beyblading. Not all of them are stalkers, or want to hurt him or those closest to him. Even if it is hard to remember that sometimes.

The woman with him takes the lead to a small two-seater table at the back corner of the shop. Fairly isolated, yet with a view towards the street outside. She's always considerate like that. Sitting down with his back against the wall and a good view over the coffee shop, Yuriy´s eyes settle at the woman in front of him. The scent of sweet fruits washes over him. Nothing too overpowering. She takes off her coat, observant eyes darting around the place as she too notices the eyes on them. Unlike Yuriy, she can’t hide her discomfort. Yuriy has already deemed the room safe. The usual quick sweep of the eyes he does every time he arrives somewhere, especially somewhere new. Checking where the exits are, if there’s anyone suspicious around. Old habits are hard to break, and this one he won't try to: it has saved him before. Yuriy lets out a soft sigh as he allows himself to relax in his chair. Body grows heavier as he sinks into his seat. Knees falling apart ever so slightly. The only threat in this room seems to be awed struck fans, and those he can handle. At least well enough to make his friend enjoy their short coffee break.

Although Yuriy appears relaxed, his body language erects a barrier between his safe bubble with his friend and the people around them. Nothing about Yuriy is inviting. He leaves no room for strangers to think it's suitable for a quick chat or to ask about a signature: his focus is on his company. The girl in front of him tries to hide the fact that the attention from strangers gets to her, and Yuriy can´t help but imagine what the fans around them think as they see how she squirms in her seat. How they draw the wrong conclusions. The Russian offers her a hint of a smile in an attempt at making her feel more comfortable. If her attention is on him, Yuriy knows she´ll be able to relax and enjoy herself as well.

Ever since his brother started dating her, no one has seemed to want to accept their relationship for what it is. At first, not even Yuriy. The girl in the chair across from Yuriy is called Mathilda Alster. A young woman with a petite frame, big eyes and soft short pink hair. She is still red in the cheeks from the cold outside. Mathilda holds the hot cocoa she ordered tightly in both of her hands as if her fingers would turn into ice if she didn’t. That, or, it´s another sign of her nerves. Yuriy frowns slightly at the sight. Mathilda has been with them in Russia for over a week, and it seems like even the thick clothes he and his brothers helped her get doesn’t keep her warm enough out in the dry cold. It's the major reason why the two of them ended up shopping for clothes together.

Mathilda can't continue to wear her boyfriend´s shirts and hoodies once she gets cold. It works at their home, but not out and about, as most clothes that's supposed to end by the hips reach her mid-thighs or lower. Every borrowed t-shirt ends up a dress.

And Yuriy can't have her get sick.

”...I don’t really go to these kinds of places often, so it’s making them excited.” Yuriy says flatly, talking about the other people who keep stealing glances at them.

The fans are watching from a respectable distance so far, luckily. Yuriy is a very well-known face in Russia but he doesn't doubt people have realized just who is with him. The red haired man crosses a leg over the other and sips at his coffee, adding a bit of milk after a moment as he finds it just a bit too bitter for his liking. Something his teammates surely would judge him for. They always have their coffee black, black as their souls, as Boris says. A part of Yuriy regrets going to a crowded coffee shop during daytime. He loves coffee, but he´d normally have gotten it on the go or brewed it himself at home. However, Mathilda wanted to go for a snack after they were done with what they needed to do in town... so here they are. Not like Yuriy could deny her that when she looked so hopeful, so eager to spend just a little bit of more time together. Without really demanding anything but some of his time and company.

Before they set out this morning Mathilda had told Yuriy she'd keep him company, and that she had something she wanted to tell him. A secret. It made Yuriy curious. Mathilda might be someone who’d never tell someone else´s secret but she wouldn’t be able to hide that she is in fact, hiding something.

”So, you said earlier that there was something on your mind.” Yuriy asks at last.

Usually, the two of them have these kinds of conversations back at home. During Mathilda´s stays with them it has become a habit to gather around the kitchen table, having tea or coffee with something sweet and just talk. Even if she could just lock herself up in his brother's room and spend all the time with him, Mathilda put effort into getting to know all of them better. Never once voicing she thought their lifestyles were odd, but asking if she could help out with meals and chores while she lived with them. After a few days, they realized that all of them had breakfast, lunch and dinner together at the same hours a day. Even if their work, school, or individual practises were scheduled differently. Mathilda had observed, and made a good schedule that´d suit their hectic life-style. Before that, it had mainly been Sergei and Yuriy who were responsible for any home cooked meal. This change resulted in Yuriy and Mathilda growing closer, spending more time together, and learning each other's habits and likes and dislikes.

Today Mathilda was a little bit too eager to help Yuriy with his errands. She seemed almost anxious to get away from the three other men as she spoke with him in a low voice in the hallway. Asking if she could come with. Mathilda would often be content staying back reading when her boyfriend was at his part time job, or hanging out with whoever was at home, but Yuriy didn´t mind that she wanted his company. He has come to enjoy hers, and found the way she seemed to want to rely on him quite endearing.

However, he's certain whatever she's trying so hard to keep a secret has something to do with her boyfriend. It had left him feeling a bit uneasy for a while, as he's concerned it´d be something negative. Yuriy might not be able to admit it yet but he would miss her if Mathilda ever broke up with his friend. His thoughts straying to if it would work staying in touch even if it happened.

Mathilda´s cheeks end up getting a bit redder at Yuriy´s question. Her embarrassment and shyness is always refreshing, especially since it has never stopped her from doing what she wants in the end.

Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, Yuriy leans forward over the table. Elbow resting just at the edge. ”Do I … really want to know?” Yuriy asks at last, the corner of his lips turning upward in a smirk.

Judging by Mathilda´s expression this won't be about a break up.

Even if Yuriy´d consider Mathilda to be something like an addition to his family by now, it wasn't always that way. It was something that happened gradually over time, until she was included with no questions asked.

Yuriy had learned to be observant from a very young age. It didn’t take long for the captain of the Russian team to notice that someone was getting uncomfortably close to the tight, sturdy and often very solid barrier of safety he had erected around his team. The intruder was that of a young woman, a woman he knew almost nothing about, during a beyblade tournament where their teams were rivals. Every team was the enemy in a sense.

Yuriy´s eyes soon followed Mathilda every time she was around, looking for any signs of ill intent while a small lump of anxiety grew in his chest. That lump grew in size as he realized she had been around for much longer than he had known. Rude as he sometimes can be, he genuinely decided it must have been because of her lack of presence that he at first didn’t take notice of her. She was always in the background, quiet and didn't take up much space. Not an opponent he´d have to worry about in the dish, but if he was going to be fair, his focus had been on other players.

Eventually he was informed about her, and that they had actually been in the same tournament once before. Alongside the fact that her team had too been victims of greedy and manipulative adults.

As Yuriy continued to observe Mathilda, he noted yet again that Mathilda was neither tall nor had a strong build. Her body, and eyes, showed her emotions as if she was an open book for everyone to read. He also realized that Mathilda was always observing too. Always conscious, self-conscious. With a build like that, and emotions so easy to read, Yuriy concluded that Mathilda wouldn´t become a threat to them physically. Whatever she threw at them in the dish or outside of it they'd know ahead of time and be able to counter. Yet, soon, he also realized that she might come too close in a completely different way than he expected.

Mathilda had her eyes set on Sergei.

With a risk to sound egocentric, Yuriy thought of how there have been people in the past who had tried to befriend, for example Sergei or Ian, with hopes of getting let into the Russians´ circle for their own personal gain or to even end up in his or Boris´ bed. Ian has always been the teammate most strangers assumed to be the easiest one to get close to. Often getting played in return as Ian has through bad experiences learned how people wanted to use him. All it took was for the short man to get excited over a friendship only to realize he wasn't the one the person was really there for. Others thought Sergei could be their key in. For some reason, many interpreted his silence for lack of depth, and assumed he´d accept almost any positive attention shown his way. They often realized their mistake when the usually gentle giant showed signs of irritation, and they realized just how intimidating the oldest and tallest member of the team could be.

It took Yuriy a while to realize that Mathilda was having a thing for Sergei. Even if her skin grew red with embarrassment, her voice cracking, she kept on approaching his brother with small conversations. Eyes were bright with delight as Sergei eventually started to return her greetings. Answered her questions, even if he seemed a bit put off balance by the attention and the fact that the girl didn´t stop approaching him.

Yuriy trusted Sergei to shoot her down if he felt she was overstepping, and he forced himself to let it go, only for him to see the two together more often. The lump of anxiety in his chest grew larger. Now, would this tiny girl, who sometimes stuttered out of nerves, be that cunning, to get close to Sergei with a false promise of.... affections... to later hurt him? Hurt their team? Yuriy didn´t want to take any chances. Yuriy knew Sergei had his walls up just like himself. He might seem approachable, at least the most approachable one out of his other teammates, just for the person trying to strike up a conversation feel like they're facing a cold brick wall. However, Yuriy could tell that Sergei´s walls were starting to crack around Mathilda.

Soon Sergei allowed her into his space, closer than any other stranger, and would expect Mathilda to be around. His steel blue eyes searched for her when she wasn't there when he expected her to be. How the quick meetings in the shared kitchen area of their hotel floor turned into longer and longer conversations over tea and coffee.

At one point Yuriy had felt Mathilda´s Captain Miguel´s eyes on him from across the dining area as they had both observed the same thing, and Yuriy felt annoyed. For once not so much over that Sergei and Mathilda were getting closer, but because of how cautious Miguel´s eyes had been. As if he was telling Yuriy to make sure his team behaved.

It didn't take long for Mathilda´s name to leave Sergei´s mouth around his team. It had made them grow quiet, because it had been rare for any of them to have plans with others outside of their small circle. Boris was the first one to break the silence as he made a crude joke about Sergei´s and Mathilda´s difference in size and that Sergei should be careful not to crush her. Boris deserved the death stare Sergei gave him after that.

Yuriy kept fighting his unease, believing that Sergei knew what he was doing, while also getting ready to act if things got out of hand.

The first time Mathilda ate with them she was very nervous, Yuriy could tell, the whole world could tell, but she still sat there with them and tried. Tried to keep up with conversations even if Boris was rude, and spoke mostly in Russian in a childish way to exclude her. Something Yuriy wouldn´t accept, as he instead used the lunch to talk to her. Gently poke her to see if there was any ill intent, testing the waters.

What in the end convinced Yuriy Mathilda was safe and good for his brother was the way she reacted to Sergei getting hurt. It was a minor injury: Sergei had stepped badly during practise and damaged his ankle. Leaving him with a swollen foot and a bad limp he tried to cover as well as he could among strangers. Somehow Mathilda saw through his pretense and realized he was hurt. The usually quiet girl had stopped Sergei as he and Boris were walking past her in the hallway. Voice a bit high-pitched as she asked about Sergei´s limp, and grew almost pushy as Boris told her it was nothing. As he told her to back off.

Mathilda had spent that evening sitting by Sergei’s feet cooling the swelling of his injury with ice and cold water. Yuriy had only realized this when he returned from a meeting with the BBA. The worry he saw on her face wasn’t an act. The challenge in her eyes as she looked at him and his team while staying by Sergei’s side, daring them to ask her to leave, was her true feelings.

Yuriy´s eyes narrow a fraction. He swirls the tablespoon in his now half-empty coffee cup, and tilts his head to the side while taking in Mathilda's sincere expression. Her face tells him that whatever secret she is hiding her nerves is from excitement and not out of anxiety.

“Our one year anniversary is coming up.” Mathilda starts slowly, her cheeks seeming to get even redder as she tries to word her thoughts as she wants them. “And I'm… trying to decide what I can do for him in celebration.”

Yuriy´s expression softens slightly, his concern fading. “...A year already?” He asks, feeling calm again. The thought that something between Sergei and Mathilda had turned bad had made him feel strangely uneasy. The man mentally sighs at himself. Focus returning to the current conversation and not what he dreads of the future. It feels like he met Mathilda just yesterday, at the same time as he feels as if they have known each other for several years already.

Anniversaries. Yuriy hasn´t thought much about it, but have they ever celebrated things like that, him and his family? They do keep track of a few dates, when things changed for the better for them. Boris is usually the one bringing out the alcohol. They always made sure to celebrate each other's birthdays as well. Celebrating they´re still getting older, living. Being free. Sergei was the first of them to get into a serious relationship. This is all new.

“Sergei probably won't expect anything…” Yuriy trails off slightly. “You have a good shot at surprising him, Mathilda.”

Mathilda has been patient and gentle as she guides Sergei through his first relationship. Yuriy thinks Sergei might not be Mathilda´s first love, but her first in many other ways, and they could experience it together at their own pace.

Sergei rarely wants something for himself, or expects others to do things for him. Emotions that Yuriy has seen grow since he started seeing Mathilda, as the man too learned he wanted her attention in different ways. Sergei had gone from only making sure others were alright to having someone, outside of family, who’d get worried sick about him. Who he would fight wars to keep happy and safe.

Mathilda smiles at Yuriy´s answer, and she seems pleased about what he just told her even if it didn't solve her problem of what to get Sergei in the end. Yuriy wonders what she has planned for her boyfriend. Warmth grows in him as he knows that Sergei now has more dates to remember and celebrate. Just like he too has a reason to spoil yet another person, Mathilda, when he wants to.

“I thought of… kidnapping him for a day, taking him to our favorite places, eat his favorite foods… “ Mathilda speaks, excited. “And-- … “ “You want us to be… somewhere else that day?” Yuriy asks with a slight smirk. The smirk is quite natural as he´ s amused imagining how Mathilda would ´kidnap´ Sergei.

“N-no!” Mathilda exclaims, understanding what her friend means. If they want some more privacy, just for them. “Well, it would be nice but--… “

“I'm sure I can get Boris and Ian out of the house for one evening…” Yuriy continues to playfully tease her.

A low buzz in Yuriy´s pocket makes him reach down for his phone, looking at the screen for just a moment.“Sergei´s off work, he's coming to pick us up on the way home.” Yuriy is thankful as he would rather not get on the public transport again today.

Mathilda nods, clearly thinking time must have passed quickly today, as she too checks her phone. Red cheeks slowly return to a normal shade as her embarrassment fades. Mathilda had neglected her phone simply because she was focused on Yuriy today, and there's an unread message from Sergei there waiting for her. The blonde Russian must have texted Yuriy too, due to the lack of reply on Mathilda´s part.

Just like Yuriy calls Mathilda when he can't get a hold of Sergei.

“I'll go and buy something for the others!” Mathilda says, getting her wallet before walking away. Blue eyes watches her as she checks out the display of different treats. Yuriy can already see Ian grinning at the gesture, and Boris not reacting much but whatever Mathilda gets for him will get eaten before next morning. For once, Yuriy isn´t the first one to notice Sergei. Instead his eyes follow how Mathilda rushes over to him, bag of sweets in hand. Taking in how Sergei´s tall and stiff frame softens as he leans down towards her: listening attentively to whatever she's saying. Yuriy gets up from his seat and pulls on his coat slowly, unable to look away at the sight. They look happy. It warms him, from inside out. He gets Mathilda´s things for her before he moves towards the couple. A long exhale through the nose.

Not everyone is out to hurt them.

[bloomvalyria]

this or that – fanfic author edition

write late at night or early in the morning | prefer dialogue or descriptions | drink caffeine or i’ll stick with water | loves prompts or prefers to choose yourself | stickler for canon or preference for au | one-shots or multi-chapters | won’t take on more than one project at once or constantly juggling several fics | abandoned fics or completionist | gen fics or ship-first fics | pwp or plot-heavy | first person or third person | angst or happy endings | ff.net or ao3 | crossovers or one fandom only | friends to lovers or enemies to lovers | slowburn or they’re together from the start

Thanks @stellasolaris for the tag! I’ll tag @zadien and @thegladingladiator and anyone else who wants to participate, if they want to!

[blade-revolutions]

2, 5, 19, 28, 31, 36, 40, 42, 45, 49, 51

Fandom Questions

2. What is your latest fandom?

Beyblade. I’m not a person who gets into fandoms easily in general, but I hope its characters will stick with me throughout the years.

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

Big Time Rush (my very first fic for a fandom), Matt Espinosa and Beyblade.

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

That is currently Max and Millie. I want to write more about how Max lost a childhood best friend without the Bladebreakers ever finding out even though there are small signs. It would be good practice for me to get back to them, it’s just that I can’t feel them.

Author Questions

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

It would absolutely be for my Kai x Lyla one shot, Sign Of Wish, with Kai holding Lyla’s hand as she tries to trace the constellations correctly after a long day for both of them.

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

Apart from good descriptions (which I still believe I suck at) it made them feel something, or has helped to make someone feel better after a long day. That’s enough to make me happy, because -as a reader- I understand how it feels.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

Romance, though I’d like to try humor too.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

When I have to do a lot of research for something which makes time pass really fast. Other than that, writer’s block in a well structured plot.

Fanfiction Questions

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

1) Hepburnettes on Wattpad -> https://www.wattpad.com/user/hepburnettes

2) Zadien (You) on Fanfiction -> https://www.fanfiction.net/u/374782/Zadien

3) _DaniMoon_ on Wattpad -> https://www.wattpad.com/user/_DaniMoon_

4) Little A Granger on Fanfiction -> https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4739148/Little-A-Granger

5) NoEarlyBird on Fanfiction -> https://www.fanfiction.net/u/8422684/NoEarlyBird

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

I really can’t decide because I have 2: Draconian by Hepburnettes and your fanfic Smells Like Team Spirit.

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

I think any writer cares about this. I do too. Because when people reblog, it means they devoted some time to read what you wrote and liked it enough to promote it (indirectly) to their followers. I don’t know about the other writers but for me, when a person reblogs/comments on a writing post, it automatically makes me feel a little better by knowing someone out there appreciates what I do.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Canon x OC ships in beyblade fanfiction because the show has some pretty awesome boys who deserve all the love in the world, even though they can be  assholes most of the time *coughs* talkin’  ‘bout you Kai *coughs*. Although the fics I like with this category of pairing are a few (ironic since I’m an OC author myself) I LOVE how there’s the opportunity of creating a character from zero which can develop to an epic one and pair it with the right person. There’s so much room for exploring, developing and building romance, and I don’t know if it can get any better (probably with a 4th season, but I’m asking too much).

[cagedbycravings]

Beyblade Fic (TIP)

So after far too long of a hiatus, I’m revamping an old Beyblade fanfic. My urge to write has been inspired by @zadien, @cyberneticiceprince, @nyxicillin for all your incredible work. 

[cyndaquillt]

Thanks for the tag @cartoonfanorwhatever!!

RULES: POST THE LAST SENTENCE YOU WROTE (FANFIC/ORIGINAL/ANYTHING!) AND TAG AS MANY PEOPLE AS THERE ARE WORDS IN THE SENTENCE. 

Lol the last sentence I wrote was in a tag for another tag meme. But if we’re talking about serious legit writing, it would be from my presentation for my history class - 

“Pliny’s account of Indian seas and the Ganges is primarily from the fleet of Alexander the Great“

For some context, my project is essentially an attempt to analyze how legit was Pliny the Elder’s reporting of “sea monsters” in the Indian Ocean and the Ganges in his Natural History. Finished drafting the essay, down to finalizing a presentation

Feel free to hit up my ask box/messages if you’re interested because I like to blabber about projects I work on

I’m ignoring the rule and tagging randomly : @vattallini, @midnightstarr8, @zadien, @notsweetbutreichel, @indigojupiterstuff, @maskaihilfantic, @enigmatic-bass, @mooseontheceiling, @aishakami @prosaicwonder and legit anyone who wants to do this! 

[midnightstarr8]

RULES: POST THE LAST SENTENCE YOU WROTE (FANFIC/ORIGINAL/ANYTHING!) AND TAG AS MANY PEOPLE AS THERE ARE WORDS IN THE SENTENCE.

I’ve been tagged by @tiredmamahufflepuff <3 Thanks girl, I love this game of tag we’ve got going on! Now what I’m going to post is actually the last sentence of an unfinished fic I’ve been working on for like.. The last three months lol. My inspiration for it has come and gone and work has been crazy so the time to write hasn’t been there, but this winter it really should be. So hopefully I’ll get this finished. 

‘He decided that he would do what they wished. After all... All there was to him and Mariam were hotel rooms and sweet messages. It could all go away.’

That’s the line I ended on and that I have to start from. It’s Beyblade, of course. Frankly can’t write anything else these days lol. If you’ve got questions or you’re curious about it feel free to let me know! So now I guess I tagggggggg... 29 people. Really?! Lmao since that is quite impossible, I’ll tag 5. I mean, technically, the last sentence is ‘It could all go away.’ :D 

I tag: @thegoldenlock, @zadien, @littleshechan, @bakusuki, and @le-gay-agenda. 

Have fun! Hope it inspires you to keep writing or creating!

[zadien]

I'm going to continue spamming these chapters until I reach my current chapter so I can finally post it. This chapter we have one of my favourite scenes where Ruin talks Arista into trying therapy and Hilary uncovers Kennedie's diabolic act of revenge and partners up with Tyson to defeat her (thus beginning the Hilary arc proper).

Ian groaned and passed the puck back and forth with his stick. "Why do we have to do this?" "It's called practice," Kane said, playing with the velcro on his gloves as he studied the set-up. For the nimble and quick on their feet, the cone space was perfect but for heavy skaters like Spencer or Ian, they were possibly too narrow. "Where are the others, if it's practice?" "They finished their drills, so they left." "But why do I have to do this? I play defence, I don't need fancy footwork. I just bash into anyone who gets in my way." Rei huffed out an exasperated laugh and lowered his chin to the top of the stick, gold eyes dull with exhaustion. "Ian, the more you complain, the longer we'll be here. Kane, if you want to head on to the changing rooms, that's fine. I'm going to finish up with Ian and that'll be us." He could leave, but catching Ian's petulant look, he dug in his skates and moving backwards, he began to kick the cones apart. "How about we widen these and you can get your rhythm, then when you've done it, we'll narrow it again?" "That's gonna take longer!" "But," Rei replied cheerfully, rolling his shoulders, "you'll be a better skater because of it. And we need all the good skaters we can get to take down the Sharks." That was an understatement, Kane mused, as he finished widening the cones and headed back to Rei's side. Even though it was the last weekend before the showdown with the JV team, only a handful of the team had shown up for practice. Heck, only a handful were on campus. It would be a miracle if they even got to the finals.

[wybored]

Hi, so I stumbled across your blog and was scrolling through because your sets are beautiful and incredibly artistic, and I came across your AUs of Tala and Kai, and Kai and Ming Ming. They really inspired me, so I was wondering if with your permission I'd be able to write a fanfic about these two scenarios? I'd give you the credit of course, but would that be alright?

Go for it! Just which Kai and Tala one are you speaking of? I have about 3, two of which are inspired by @zadien and one of her fanfics (smells like teen spirit I do believe is the name? She can correct me if I’m wrong.) So if it’s those two then please don’t write something for them. If it’s the Fire vs Ice one then knock yourself out :D 

[krixel]

I am woefully terrible at being involved in fandom, but in the spirit of New Year’s, I’m going to try and be better at supporting my fellow writers/artists/fandom creators, because honestly, everyone spends so much of their free time producing content for something just because they love it and want to share that love with other people, and that needs to be celebrated more.

So, for my first attempt at Spotlight Saturday, I’m shouting out @zadien and her spectacular fanfic Saving Part of the World. It’s a wonderfully creative take on a Beyblade S4, integrated with Irish mythology, and focusing on some of the unsung heroes of the original Beyblade series. The writing is beautiful and the story is well-paced, with absolutely stunning world-building. The way the fantasy elements are integrated into the existing world of Beyblade are seamless, and it’s all just *chef’s kiss* perfection.

I can’t say enough good things about this story, or her writing in general, because it’s been the one thing that’s kept me firmly - though quietly - in the Beyblade fandom for the past two decades. If you’re a Beyblade fan, and haven’t read this yet, do yourself a favor and read it. If you’re not a Beyblade fan but like Irish mythology, also go read it. If you just like reading really well-written, and compelling stories, go read it. What I’m saying is, go read it.

[zadien]

It didn’t surprise [Mystel] to see Moses sitting at the base of Dover Hill, just as it didn’t surprise him to see Brooklyn in full training mode. With a sigh, he approached them noiselessly over the grass. Brooklyn finished out a 45-degree crossover and then powered straight up the hill. Mystel winced and sat beside Moses, sipping his orange juice.  “How long has he been doing that?” he asked.  Brooklyn slowed to a walk and turned to stroll down the hill again, sweat darkening the front of his green t-shirt as he crossed to the corner where a blue cone sat innocuously in the daisy-strewn grass. “Since before the sun rose.”  Mystel squinted as the sun crested the tips of the firs surrounding the lake and grimaced. “Has he taken a break?”  “You’re asking foolish questions that you already know the answer to. It is Brooklyn. He’s been doing this every day since we arrived.” 

A return for our favourite Clonmel Sharks in this chapter. Which yes, is posted earlier than anticipated. Kai is still at camp. The others are still haunting Ireland. Fun times are being had by all :)

[zadien]

hello midlife crisis

In my head, while writing the reboot, the Tigers haven’t won anything in ten years or so… the 1990s were NOT ten years ago. I feel a little bit broken inside.

[zadien]

Got this out of the way too, the second part of chapter 34, so I can focus on my words for today. Getting closer to the newer chapters with Kai's introduction to the age old tradition of Tourist Season.