#I might do that timetravelling fic soon

[cloudwhisper23]

Funny fact: every time I go to add something to one of my fanfiction pieces, I stare blankly at the folder it's in for like five minutes.

And yes, I write chapters individually in their own word doc. Since I don't have a beta reader, I just copy and paste it into Ao3 (or Tumblr) from here! (Unless it's a Tumblr exclusive, in which case I only have it on Tumblr [which means I have to search my blog tags] but yeah! You get to learn a bit more about me I guess!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

so the nightbringer website is open now and from what it says, the mc is gonna be in this game too? and it seems like romance is still gonna be involved? I wasn't expecting that honestly, I was thinking mc wouldn't be apart of this at all.

but if this is the case, does that mean that we're gonna find out what mc really is (they obviously aren't human in canon, but not everyone thinks of mc the same way so that doesn't seem like a good choice on their part) or maybe it will be whoever mc was in the past life? the only other thing I can see is mc going back in time again but that also seems like a weird thing to do.

maybe I'm overthinking what's on the website but it's just not something I even considered until this moment lmao

still v excited for the new game, I really hope that even if they do keep mc as a main part in the game, that the romance is a small part of it (or rather that it's not thrown at you in every scene lol) and that we actually get a good story on how the brothers came to the devildom and more understanding on all of the characters in general.

(sorry if this is hard to understand, I'm sick and tired hehe)

Honestly (I might be completely wrong here) I think it's gonna take place in flashbacks or something similar? Like we're gonna be skipping between the past and present. Because the opening showed Luke in it and he (as stated in S3) wasn't alive while the brothers were still angels/during the time of the fall. Plus it showed Thirteen with Diavolo but S4 heavily implied that she first visited the Devildom in S4 itself. So if this is the case then MC and the romance elements would be taking place in the present (though I wouldn't mind seeing MC interact with the brothers when they were angels again, tbh)

I think this game is what's gonna be used to introduce Michael? He's been built up since S1 but some of the things said about him makes him seem like a heavily morally grey character and exploring that in a game like OM! which is just straight up a wholesome otome game won't work because he'll have to be watered down in order to become a LI. But if they introduce him in nightbringer through flashbacks (possibly in anticipation of him appearing in the present) then they wouldn't have to worry about watering him down as much (specially because the opening hints at nightbringer being more lore and angst driven)

I would really like to know more about what the hell MC is because, like it or not, general MC does have a lot of canon facts about them that are sprinkled throughout the game (here's my post that lists all of them) and the fact that they're not fully human is one of them that is brought up as early as in Season 1 (also the time it's brought up the most clearly/directly) and then hinted at/reintroduced in the following 3 seaons (post w/ canon evidence)

(get well soon! And take a nap!!)

EDIT:

I just checked out the website and okay it actually looks really good! The quotes from each brother!!!! Also looks like it might actually jump between past and present but in the form of timetravel rather than flashbacks? Not proper timetravel where they'll manage to remember each other later but something similar to what happened in S3 maybe? Okay but the fic potential of this!!? The angst potential!!!?

MC HAS TO MAKE PACTS WITH THEM AGAIN BUT NOW THEY'RE ALL NEWLY TRAUMATISED I'M CACKLING THIS IS SO FUNNY MC WENT THROUGH SHIT TO MAKE THOSE PACTS THE FIRST TIME AROUND AND THAT WAS AFTER THE BROTHERS HAD CENTURIES? MILLENIA? TO CALM DOWN. NOW MC'S GOTTA DO IT ALL AGAIN, BE A THERAPIST ALL OVER AGAIN EXCEPT SOMEHOW EVERYTHING’S GOTTEN SO MUCH WORSE ANDKNXIDNDN someone should start paying them for this shit 😭😂���

Okay so the format (regarding the romance) might be similar to S1? Few romantic elements sprinkled throughout but mainly focusing on the therapy and found family elements until the very end?

Also from the three brothers who mention The Fall in their quotes (Mammon, Levi and Asmo) Mammon seems to be the only one who has (at least to an extent) made peace with it?

[lilolilyr]

2, 3, 8, 11 for the writing asks!

Answering the new year fic ask a month into the year... Oupsie :D fitting tho, as I've not even written a single fanfic yet this year, too busy with uni, work and life in general... Well, here's to hoping it'll get busier on my Ao3 again soon!

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?

 yes, I will, and already am! Currently ongoing is the Bering and Wells gift exchange, so that's probably the next fic that will be up on my Ao3 :) I think there's also a Mirandy prompt event going on in February (?) that I might join in spontaneously depending on time and energy... And I'd love to have another @discoveryfemslashfortnight, though that'll depend on availability of other mods and such and also my own time as I'll probably be abroad if we're having it around the same time as usual, but I'm pretty confident we'll work something out :) & idk yet about other events, probably no big bangs etc for me this year, but come December probably a bunch of new gift exchanges again!

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Oh god idk whether anticipate but I've binged half the Ava/Deborah tag on Ao3 a few weeks back and only managed to quit the obsession(& really had to quit it, I had lost like a week of my life to that tag I was legit living in it) via reading an incredibly long Hobbit timetravel fix-it... Yeah don't ask my brain how it works idk either. Anyway, I haven't seen Hacks and don't really plan to but depending on whether I can stay away from the tag in the future or not I'll probably end up writing for it as well.... Apart from that, we'll see where the year leads me!

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

I have a bunch of ideas for longer stories, fics and original, mostly sci-fi/mystery things, that I know I can't write in the length and detail they deserve without giving them my all for several months, and that won't happen this year either. I do collect many ideas about characters and plotlines for future reference though!

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Not really, I'm quite content with the tropes I enjoy and write, especially all the hurt/comfort and getting together shippy fics!

Thanks so much for the questions! <3

[ticklikeabomb]

One-shot : Switch

Pairing : Angel Reyes x Plus size reader

Warnings : Language, SMUT (+18 ONLY), edging, overstimulation

A/N : This is my first time writing for Angel Reyes and the Mayans universe. More will come regarding the Mayans MC. Very soon 😏

P.s : English is not my first language, so there’re probably grammar mistakes. One-shot inspired by this post

You used to have a ritual. After work, you would take off your clothes and head to the bathroom for a hot and well deserved bath. Then, you would prepare dinner for you and Angel. Sometimes you would order something up, to tired to cook before enjoying your man’s arms wrapped comfortably around your tummy and thick waist. When he was busy with club business, you would spend the rest of the night until it was time for bed, unwinding with a book on your hand. But that was before.

Your birthday took place a week earlier and with the club’s help, Angel organised it amazingly. His heart swelled with pride seeing your huge smile and the happiness all over your face. To happiness matched emotion, seeing how much the club accepted you in their family like their own. They didn’t need hearing (even if they did) how much they meant to you and how much you appreciated them. The best part was the time to give the presents. While some of the Mayans gave you a receipt for an all inclusive spa treatment, your best friend offered you a nice lingerie set that made Angel’s eyes spark at the mere sight of the delicate red lace. The most suprising gift came from Coco, Gilly and EZ. The men partnered up and offered you the new Nintendo Switch with some pre-bought games.

That’s what got Angel all flustered for a week. 1) You haven’t worn and shown him the new lingerie set and it was driving him mad. 2) You spend most of your time on your new toy playing Mario Bros Deluxe. He couldn’t deny how amused he was seeing you get annoyed when you would fail a level several times in a row. The game would drive you so mad that you would look at your boyfriend with your puppy eyes and ask him for help to which he complied after teasing how terrible you were at it before chuckling at your shocked expression. That was the new routine for the past week but Angel had enough.

You were currently sitting on the couch, your fingers frantically pressing on the buttons, « why can’t you jump correctly, cabrón. » Angel shook his head and bit down his lip to contain his laughter. He choose the moment you’d start the level again, to begin pressing small kisses down your neck. You tried to stat focused on the game but it was getting complicated with Angel’s lips on you. He walked around the couch, his finger sliding from your neck down your shoulder and arm, raising goosebumps all over your skin. « Wha..what are your doing? », your voice trembled. « Shhhh keep playing with Mario. I’ve invented my own game, querida. » Your eyes left momentarily the screen to lock with his and you couldn’t stop the whimper leaving your mouth. He was looking at you with pure lust, his eyes a mix of sweetness and wildness.

« Don’t stop playing », he orders while you try to follow his instructions. No need to say that you were losing even more because your focus was long gone. Angel kissed your leg up, his hands traveling further to the place you needed them. His arms circled your legs and pushed you further on the couch in a way that was easier for him to spread your legs open. Your breath quickened after the shock. He made sure your heard him smell your core before groaning, « mmhm you smell so good. Am I not the luckiest man alive? All of this for me, fuck baby. » Your fingers were barely moving, holding the switch tightly while you just moaned, feeling completely exposed.

He pushed the fabric of your shorts aside, reavealing your glistening pussy waiting for him. He delicately blew on your clit, making you shiver and arch your back. He heard you whisper « Please Angel » and licked a stripe, tasting you. Your hand automatically went to his hair but he stopped his movements the second he felt you. « Nahaan, play! » You frowned confused, your pussy throbbing for more. « What? » His groan vibrated on your lips, leaving you a moaning mess. « I said play, win the game and I might make you cum », he smirked.

« Fuck », you mumbled under your breath and reached for the Switch. Your moans by Angel’s sucks and licks were cut short by your whine of defeat. Knowing you’d lost he’d stop his ministrations just at the very moment you were about to cum. « Angel please...I’ll do anything you want but just...let me cum, please. » His eyes told you his answer by darkening. « I told you what to do if you want to cum. » He continued tasting and inserted a finger when you started the level again. He would stop each time you’d lose, edging you at the maximum. The only coherent words leaving your mouth were curse words. « Shit, fuck yes...no not there pendejo...fuck...mmnh...yes, YES, YES I won Angel, I won », you shouted, showing him that you passed the level. Without a word, he plunged down on you, his vigourous tongue lapping on your clit, his fingers hitting your g-spot with every thrust. Your moans transformed into heavy and fast breathing until the knot exploded making you climax in exctasy. Your orgasm didn’t make him stop. At the contrary, he kept pressuring your now overstimulated areas until you exploded once again, your juices squirting on his chin.

Kissing your thigh, stomach, chest, body up, he finally reached your lips and kissed you passionately until you were left breathless again. « Hmmm that was so hot, mi amor », he commented. Your gaze landed on his lap and you saw how hard he was from his little game. You grabbed his hand and lead him to the bedroom, the Switch looooong forgotten. « What can I do for you? », you asked blissfully. He nuzzed on your neck before kissing you again, never getting enough of you. « I want to see you in that red lace you got and then I.want.to.ravish.you.until.sunrise», he ponctuated each word with every kiss. « That can be arranged », you smirk while wrapping his hard dick around your fingers, the motion making him hiss in anticipation, switching the power dynamic.

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[wangxianfics]

Hello, first of, thank you for this amazing blog, true heaven! Second, I'm looking for a fic. I think timetravel. All I remember is the scene in the Toistoise of Slaughter cave WY and LZ know what's going to happen and LZ silences all the good guys with the Lan spell. Thank you!

Hi @follyfallenflapdragon, we’re very glad that you enjoy this blog :))!

And as to your question, I tried searching for the fic you might be looking for and found two fics that feature all three: Time Travel, Xuanwu Cave & Silencing Spell. If neither of them turns out to be what you’re looking for, please, do let us know and we’ll search further.

how far beneath the wave by lunarnoncooperation (21+K, Mature, WIP - 3/7)

(Time Travel, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt & Comfort, Politics, POV Outsider, POV Multiple, Families of Choice)

"A-Cheng, a-Xian." Jiang Yanli doesn't raise her voice, but they turn to her sheepishly anyways. "I'm glad both of you made it back safely."

"Me too, shijie," Wei Wuxian says, smiling up at her. He's pale and tired and there's sadness lingering at the corner of his eyes that wasn't there before he left, but his smile still shines like the sun brought down from the sky.

Or, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian leave the xuanwu cave much older than they entered and proceed to derail the entire course of the Sunshot Campaign and its aftermath.

@themoonwouldnotcooperate

Tainted Clouds by YouDontNeedToKnowWhoIAm  (23+K, Explicit, WIP - 7/35)

(Role Revesal, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Dark!LWJ, Yiling Laozu!LWJ, Emotional Sex, Bottom!WWX, Top!LWJ, Lan Qiren Ships It, Qingheng-Jun, PTSD)

During the attack at Lotus Pier, Wei Wuxian was separated from his family. He woke up to find himself in the care of Gusu Lan Sect, having no recollection as to how he got there. However, there were fragments of blurry images running inside his head.

The Sunshot Campaign is about to take place and Wei Wuxian must join the army of cultivators who is willing to participate. He soon reunites with Jiang Cheng who was under the care of Lanling Jin Sect, along with Jiang Yanli.

However, Lan WangJi is missing and the last time Wei Wuxian saw him is in the Xuanwu Cave. Along the way of slaughtering the Wens, Wei Wuxian soon found him. But this reunion wasn't the one he was expecting...

[sonder-writes]

Last 10 fics meme

Tagged by: well, technically not anyone, but also sort of @tomarryherewegoagain

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics (read or written) and then tag others to do the same.

I don’t know if this is what you’re meant to do, but I’m posting the first lines of the fics I most recemtly worked on, whether or not they’ve been published. So be prepared for some (probably) in need of some editing lines, and working titles that aren’t that great. And if you’re interested, you’ll have to wait for them to be published :3 xD

1. At Hogwarts You Can Be A New Man (unpublished) | Hamilton/Harry Potter crossover | first line: “You can’t be serious,” says the man who had just appeared out of thin air.

2. Demon Signups (unpublished) | Harry Potter and this world I made up which I could have put in an original fic if I hadn’t started it as a fanfic lol | first line: “Hey, Tom, look,” Bellatrix points to a sign pinned to a lamppost.

3. (Currently, as shown on google docs lol:) DA PETSSSSS OF hOgWaRtS (unpublished) | Harry Potter crack fic thing I started writing for my friends | first line: “Arrogance,” Professor McGonagall, the deputy headmistress, called as the rest of the school watched, some eagerly, some boredly, some nervously.

4. In My Shadows (unpublished) | Johnlock thingo | first line: Sherlock looked at John carefully, watching his eyes, analysing his posture and body language, “who are you looking at?” Sherlock asked eventually.

5. Stone Philosopher’s The And Potter Harry (unpublished) | Harry Potter crack fic thing where everything’s backwards | first line: Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, we’re proud to say that they were very strange, thank you very much.

6. Long Distance Adoption (unpublished) | Tomarry timetravel AU | first line: Harry takes in his surroundings, and the musty smell of the air around him.

7. Back To The Drawing Board (well would you look at that, an actually published one, but ew, it has to be the one with my least favourite start) | Harry Potter timetravel thing | first line: Two wizards stand across from each other in a war.

8. The Silver Trio (unpublished) | Harry Potter role switch AU (I mean, like, Tom’s the chosen one and Harry’s the dark lord) | first line: Tom Riddle turned over in his bed, groaning.

9. PLIC (unpublished) | original romance fic about reincarnation and stuff (I was skilfully avoiding my original fics to add to this list lol, but now there’s too many in a row, so I have to add them in xD) | first line: Samantha has a new housemate.

10. Virus (unpublished) | original fic about people hacking into people’s computers to send messages or something | first line: John, Jeremy loves you.

So there you have it! I feel bad that there’s only one published fic on the list, but oh well, who knows, they might somehow, magically get published soon. Either that or forgotten about completely. Some of those have better second lines, so that’s disappointing, but oh well.

Tagging: uh, just anyone who feels like doing this!

[evanescentjasmine]

18?

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

I am utterly incapable of following an outline, which means that the scene that might inspire me to start writing a fic or that I start working towards almost never ends up in the final draft.

For my timetravel fic, initially Jon was going to get the Eye-paranoia about Martin and his snooping would result in him taking and listening to the tape left by S5 Jon while Martin, teary-eyed, stared him down. I'm very mad that didn't end up happening.

And for my latest fic, youth dipped in folly, the first draft alternated between Oliver's pov in the past and Gerry's pov in a future where they'd broken up and Oliver had just turned up out of the blue to save his life. Oliver soon took over the show, however, and the magnificent WhyNotFly rightly pointed out that Gerry's pov added nothing, so I tore it out and...somehow added another 16k words? I'm much more pleased with the end result, but I do miss the first scene from Gerry's pov when he saw Oliver again, a proper End-avatar and everything.

[madamrogersstorytelling]

Fan Fiction Ask Game

@suchatinyinfinity tagged me some time ago, and since I really couldn’t decide which ones to answer to, I took all of them! Yes, I really did. Worry about me... This is going to be a long post, so I’m putting everything under the cut and tagging some of my fellow writers at the bottom. I also am going to answer with all of my fics and not only one of them, that way you can get more perspective. 

Thank you for reading!

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I’m not going to answer about how I named one fic, I’m telling how I usually name my fics. Most of them get their titles if I listen to a song and it has a nice name or a line, sometimes I read quotes or just think of a word and taste it for long enough to decide could it be the title. Sometimes I read the piece before naming it and decide a line it has as a title; this can be seen in most of my drabbles. The title can be found. With my current series Aura, Of New Beginnings, You, Dark Passion Play and I’ll Make a Man Out of You; they either got their titles from the names of the characters, aspects of the story or songs. 

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Actually, You. Not all of it, but most of the first chapter is. I took some artistic freedoms to describe some things but it indeed is inspired by my very shitty day during last December. Some of my friends know about this, it was horrible. But the young man at the stoplights (who looked really different from Ben but still) still inspires me very much.

C: What member do you identify with most?

Member... This question confuses me, all in all. I identify with a lot of things and can really tell you as soon as someone tells me what kind of a member this question is searching for haha. 

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I don’t really do playlist for my stories, I listen to whatever I feel like. Sometimes I want to listen to one specific song during one scene. It really depends. 

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I’m bad at sequels. And most of my fics are not even ready, aka they’re series that will go on and on. But! One fic that possibly could have a sequel one day is Irresistible. It’s one of my favorite pieces of my own fics and it would be fun to see did the reader really catch him or not ;)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The knife?”

“That was Reep…”

“The apples?”

“No, I didn’t touch your apples…”

“Someone ate them while I was picking up those flowers I gave you.”

Caspian shook his head, still humming his laughs.

“Apples don’t walk away, Caspian!”

He showed you his hands as if he was surrendering. “Maybe not, but it wasn’t me.”

You pouted. “If you have to say it, you’re not telling the truth.”

“Maybe you didn’t have any apples with you on that day? I don’t remember seeing any.”

“Yeah, because you ate all of them. I was away for ten minutes!”

“Okay, I just might have eaten one…”

King of Thieves, Caspian/Reader

I think this is really sweet. I had so much fun writing this and it can really be seen, I think. I’ve always struggled with real-like dialogue, as I’ve told countless times before, but I think that with this drabble, it became quite real after all.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends, really. I usually write from start to finish but if I suddenly get a scene in my head, I write it down. It’s easier for me to write from start to finish, that way I can stay on track and don’t lose the balance of what I’m doing. 

H: How would you describe your style?

Someone once said I have noticeable style, something that is... part of me. I guess I like descriptions? I use a lot of adjectives and different kind of sentences; long and short, both to describe and rhythm the story a little. I also like beautiful words very much haha. My style may be a bit dreamy and I like to go slowly more than quickly. Sometimes I speed things up a little, only to tell the more meaningful parts but all in all, I think I describe more than use dialogue. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Haha! I truly do have! Especially in writing. I love to use quotes and song lyrics in my stories as dialogues, parts of them. It’s really funny for some reason. When I read, I don’t think do I actually have a guilty pleasure. Hmm... I don’t think I have?

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Goodness! Well, ok, let’s take Irresistible again...

Billy either left without leaving a single note or... Maybe he didn’t leave at all? I almost wrote that he stayed but... Then I thought of the note and I let that come to the story. Well, we can always play ;)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Something that had to do with Billy having to kill the reader either because the death was inevitable or because he had been told to. I’ve tried to think of this but as I have felt a bit bad myself, writing angst hasn’t really been on the top of my mind right now. Maybe one day?

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Sometimes more and sometimes less. I often read it twice; once right after reading and then I let it be for a moment, I got to eat or take a shower or play with my cat for a while and then come back to read it. You kind of become blind to your own text; I still have typos, I’m not saying that but it’s easier to see everything that needs to be corrected or revised before posting. Once or twice, usually.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Not more than I will never probably get it done because I keep getting stuck haha!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Not at the moment. Even though, I always love to see people writing something I’ve talked about with them.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

The plot, usually. The characters come with it. While writing fanfiction, I kind of have some characters “ready to use”. The reader creates itself. I try to describe them as little as I can, so everyone can relate to them, which is why I go with the plot and not with the characters. But with something like Aura I try to get the plot with the character or the other way around. 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’m more like “one rose is my whole garden” type of person. I make some plans and write down some important plot points but for me, planning the whole thing from chapter to chapter and all the way to the ending kind of means it’s written already. Then I don’t even write it. So, I try not to let my ideas die with something like this but every time I get some important plot points in mind, I write them down because I’d forget them otherwise.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I have nothing against them. Collabs are just fine. Although, they can get a bit hard, can’t they? You need to have very profound talks about what you want to write and what should happen and all. It can get stressful. But it would also be very interesting thing to write! I’ve actually talked about one of these with one person once. 

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Sure. And I think that to be a writer, you have to have influences. You know what I mean? To see different ways to do some things and how the person X does this thing - but the person Y does it differently, so I’ll do it like this. You know what I mean? 

The people I’m going to tag (also the one that tagged me) all have some kind of influence on me, in good. 

My favorite writers, I’ve tried to learn something from them. Stephen King, Marcus Zusak, Joël Dicker, Tolkien, Rowling, Lewis, Wynne-Jones, all of them. 

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m not good at this trope thing anyway, I think. I don’t even think about them too much. But, you know, I just opened a list and I definitely can say that there are some I reallyreallyreally like hahah!

Shapeshifting is always nice, all kinds of AUs are really close to my heart, crossovers are fun, timetravel, fix-it is my go to... I have quite a lot of these!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Hmmmpf... I don’t like to say I don’t stand something, these are just things I’m not exactly a fan of.

I’ve always been bad at anything that has to do with comedy (I’ve only recently learned to live and watch comedy films, I used to hate them a few years back), so maybe... crackfics? Ok, good crack makes me cry my eyes out because I’m laughing so much but it’s pretty hard trope for me. 

I’m also either so decent (or at least try to think I am, which is a lie, I’m far from it haahah) or old-fashioned that I’m very bad at PWP as well.  

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@padfootagain she writes so good fluff! You can always trust that whatever she writes will cheer you up - and I often read her fics if I feel a bit down. She’s also one of my closest friends.

@something-tofightfor I love her way to tell the stories, her characters. I enjoy her style a lot. And she is also very cute human being.

@banditthewriter quite a lot like with the previous. I like the way she develops her stories and characters and always gives us something to wait for. She also seems so nice and genuine as a person. We don’t interact much but I still appreciate her a lot.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Whoa, this is hard... This is really hard because most of the fics I read already tell the stuff I’d tell in prequels. Maybe sequel... To @padfootagain‘s A Recipe For Love, to see the life of Caspian and the reader. But I don’t even dare to touch that masterpiece!!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Both are fine. I like prompts a lot, they help me but sometimes they also set me a trap haha! I tend to use more general ones myself and I’m fine with that. But if I find a list of some more specific ones and find it inspiring, why not?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

WHAT?? I hate to make any character suffer!! Ok, I’m a mascohist so maybe a bit but... No, that tells that I like to make the reader suffer? Because I’m not a sadist (even though, some of my friends might say so, they always say I’m killing them, so...). 

Y: A character you want to protect.

Caspian. Ryan Brenner. Steve Rogers. Billy Russo. Yes, you read right - Billy might not need my protection, but I’m doing it anyway. Paul “Jesus” Rovia is my dearest and I’ll fight for him. Tom Ward. Magneto. Athelstan. Sirius Black. Sam Winchester. All my actor babies. There are so many of them, they’re all my babies, I want to protect all of them!! (Logan, don’t look at me like that - yes, I’m protecting you too.)

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

... I hate the fact that every time I watch a movie or a show or even read a book, it’s 100% sure that my favorite character dies. Or if not 100&, then at least 85-90%. But, the happy thing is that most of the characters are not killed in fanfiction! I can read deaths, yes, but... They’re not nice things to read. I can also write deaths, still not my fave things to do. 

Want a list of these characters? Sirius Black, Billy Russo, Logan Delos, Kili, Fili and Thorin, Steve Rogers or any of the Avengers (don’t come at me, I know we all have been thinking about this)... This list could go on and on.

Tagging: @padfootagain @jennareedus @carol-damn-vers @something-tofightfor @dylanobrusso @suchatinyinfinity @whostheblondegirlwriting @loriwrites @breanime @princerussoand everyone else who wants to do this. Sorry for the double tags.

[princessofhearts19]

For the writing ask 1-54

😂😂 😂😂 you are so cute and precious and I love you so much

As requested through text, all inserts about specific stories are for Namjoon’s Babygirl. For the WIP though (19-21) I did it for a work I haven’t posted any of yet (mwahaha)

1) Starbucks, but really any coffee shop

2) Daydreaming before I actually start, I love watching my characters in my head

3) EDITING

4) I don’t think so… I will randomly stop writing and stare off into the distance while I think though 

5) Hemingway and Faulkner have probably influenced how I’d like to write the most

6) My portrayal of Yoongi in Daddy Yoongi (He. Is. Bae.)

7) Mary Shelley :)

8) Friends to lovers

9) The lover dies

10) Cassandra Claire! We would write about timetraveling men and twisted romances. 

11) Day dream, forget, daydream, talk about it a lot, start writing, edit, pause, write more, talk a lot more, finish writing, edit, read out loud, post

12) Honestly the comments people leave on my fics help a lot, and my friends validation is always really meaningful to me

13) I kinda just make frustrated sounds and tap my computer mindlessly… or walk away from the story for awhile

14) I have looked up grocery stores and public transportation systems in South Korea because I want to be accurate and respectful xD

15) Other people and other people’s writing

16)  I think what motivates me is that I want to create something that other people will enjoy

17) Ha… I haven’t written consistently in a while… I usually don’t go more than 2 weeks without writing something, on an average day for a story I can probably do 2-5 pages 

18) I read it out loud and edit as I go or I delete huge chunks and rewrite them

19) “I need to tell you something.”

20) “I thought I was the love you life,” Hoseok teased, grinning at you playfully. You blew him a kiss that he pretended to catch. 

“Um, mine?,” Yoongi shot Hoseok a look before kissing your neck again and nipping at you lightly.

“Yours,” you echoed back with a giggle. 

21) “Yeah,” Taehyung agreed, “Yoongi is lucky.”

22) The less the better? Usually like three at this point… like I said, I hate editing

23) Multi is easier and more fun for me because I feel like I can include more and avoid the “person A overheard person B” trope. I usually do single POV though.

24) I don’t know… I love both poetry and prose… I think I might lean towards poetry though

25) Linear is easier, non-linear is more interesting 

26) Probably stand alone just cause I think my attention span is too short for series

27) I share rough drafts with like 2 people I trust

28) Gela and Jess

29) My readers

30) “Maybe in the next lifetime then”

31) Jungkook… ever… always…

32) Reader in reader inserts

33) Sometimes, I prefer white noise though

34) Typed notes

35) Jungkook was really insecure during his trainee days and thought about dropping out of training a lot, reader was the main reason he didn’t

36) Reader overhears someone talking (littles… littles everywhere…)

37) “It may have already been written, but it hasn’t been written by you”

38) I shared it with Gela, they’re not a little or into little space fics but they were very supportive and helped me catch plot holes

39) With original characters, not intentionally, but I do find glimpses of my friends in my characters. Even in fanfics I use some of my friends personalities to help me figure out plot and dialogue

40) Currently fan fiction because I already have a setting and characters so I’m not starting from scratch, I think it’s good practice

41) I try to do no more than 2 or 3 but I have gotten up to 5 before

42) I think I figure out my plot first and then backtrack to how I need my character to act in order for that to work, sometimes my characters decide for themselves though. When I do original characters I try to make them diverse. I’m white but I don’t want all my characters to be white. Representation is important. 

43) I try to be

44) “Slow down and expand on your more emotional scenes”

45) “You don’t understand mental illness/depression”

46) I don’t know honestly..

47) Plot

48) Romantic fiction with a sad twist

49) The middle

50) Oh god.. umm… I’ve had some pretty weird ideas for smut?? >.

51)  Bubbles, pacifiers, storybooks, and Namjoon’s clothes

52) It gave me an outlet to express and understand myself better

53) Writing means a lot me because I feel like the way and author and reader connect without ever interacting is just amazing and magical

54) JUST DO IT!!! The more you write the better you’ll get, and not everyone’s gonna like you’re writing and that’s okay, Do you

Wow! That was really long! I am sorry everyone! On the bright side… the next chapter of Namjoon’s Babygirl will be up very soon :) 

[mintchocolateleaves]

We’ve Only Just Begun (1/??)

Notes: My fingers slipped. Have a BnHA fic

Summary: The world comes to a halt, everything torn apart, All-Might left as dust, Deku the last hero left standing. In this world the villains win. In a fit of desperation, Midoriya Izuku turns the clocks back. In a fit of desperation, he rewrites everything. TimeTravel!AU

Before

Izuku huddles around the fire, shudders in his blankets. It'd taken him hours to find enough fuel to keep the fire flowing, embers sparking around. Maybe he should be wiser, shouldn't leave the fire burning in the middle of the street, but well... It's cold.

And the smoke offers a suitable smokescreen for any villains that make their way toward him.

He should have picked up extra layers when he'd been inside the city, but well... the evacuation had begun, and he'd thought everything would be over quickly. He'd focused more on the innocent civilians – how couldn't he? - and so the thought of staying warm had never crossed his mind.

He wishes Todoroki or Kacchan were here. They'd have been able to create fires quicker than him, would have created sparks and burned through fuel easily.

But they're...

Izuku blinks until the word 'gone' fades from his mind. And he turns to the fire, holds his hands out until the fire licks against them, red welts forming on his already scarred hands. The pain doesn't register, but he pulls his hands back regardless.

“All-Might...” Izuku mutters, rubbing his hands together. He massages his palms, resists a shiver. “I... I'm sorry.”

The street around him is silent.

And around him, the fire burns.

After

His coffee cup goes cold before Izuku even realises that it's been placed in front of him. He's been sat, staring out of the window for what feels like hours now, watching the streets as people stumble on their way to work and school.

Izuku looks down, wonders whether he should drink the coffee anyway, before tearing his gaze towards the waitress behind the counter. She'd given him an odd look when she'd arrived to see him sat outside the cafe, waiting for the shop to open, but hadn't said a word.

He wonders whether this cafe gets a lot of 'strays' wandering in with a lost expression on their face. Izuku wonders whether she's used to the coffee going cold, because when she notices his stare, she leans forward across the counter and says, “there's free refills, if you want more.”

“I've not drunk this one yet,” Izuku says, and he feels almost guilty as he stares back down at the coffee. “Is there a way you could warm it up?”

The waitress shakes her head, reaches her hand out across the table so her palm is facing his cup. Within a second, the cup is gone, disappearing within thin air. It reappears seconds later on the counter, coffee sloshing against the rim of the cup. Coffee stains the counter and Izuku tries not to think of blood.

“I'll pour you a new one,” she says, and if Izuku squints, he can see the faint outline of kanji on her name tag. It sends signals down his brain, bringing up name after name, until eventually his eyes can read the kanji properly. Tanaka.

Unlike before, she makes her way around the counter, bringing the cup over. Her lips turn upwards in what appears to be a showman's smile, but it doesn't seem as accommodating as the other waitresses Izuku's met in the past. It's probably why she's been given such an early shift – to others, it must seem off-putting.

Izuku finds it reassuring.

“Here you go,” Tanaka says, as she places the cup down on the table in front of her. “Make sure to drink it this time, okay?”

A smile – uncertain, but an attempt at least, makes it's way to Izuku's face. He says, “I just got a bit distracted. I'll drink it this time, I promise.”

He doesn't wait for Tanaka to leave before he reverts his gaze to the window frame. It's rude, he knows, he should have thanked her for the refill, but his mind is too full, thoughts collapsing on one another like buildings falling into ruins.

Izuku slaps at his cheeks, shakes himself before his thoughts can take a darker turn and tells himself things will be different. Staring out of windows and being surprised at how... full... they are isn't going to get him anywhere, so instead he tries to think on what he needs to do.

So.

Izuku doesn't really know what exactly needs to be done. He'd not really had a plan when he'd found himself thrown back in time, hadn't thought of anything other than an overwhelming desire for things to go back to the way they were. There'd been no plan, nothing concrete that he'd put together.

He lifts up his mug, and sips at the coffee. It scalds his tongue, but the heat wakes him up.

“I need to get a new notebook,” Izuku mutters to himself. He looks down at his uniform – U.A high's, so at least he's not gone back to middle school – and tries to think things over. He'll need to form a timeline, things that he needs to change now he has another chance. A list of people to save.

But to form a timeline... well... doesn't he need to know when exactly he is? From his reflection in the mirror, the distinct lack of scarring on his body, he can say it's before his final year of high school. He'll have to grab a newspaper on his way too school then, to see how much time he's got before everything starts to go wrong.

“What else then...” Izuku mumbles, sipping at the rest of his coffee. He's not sure. Even if he knows that there's something he needs to figure out soon, he doesn't quite know what.

Glancing at his phone, the clock signalling 7 o'clock, Izuku decides that he'll formulate a plan after classes. For now, he just needs to survive a day of school without getting too overwhelmed.

By the time he steps into U.A high, Izuku realises he's gone back to being fifteen.

He's not thought of first year for a long time, but now that he does, it slowly comes to his attention that this is where it all started to go wrong. Bonds he should have been able to form, people he should have become heroes alongside...

Izuku shakes his head, looks at the date on the newspaper he's picked up – alongside the notebook he'd found for a cheap enough price – and realises that it's only the second day of the school year. He's fortunate, he guesses, to have gone so far back, but at the same time...

Everyone already has some idea of what he'll be like, don't they?

And the test, God that test Aizawa-sensei had given them.

Brushing the thoughts from his head, Izuku steps forward, starts walking towards class 1-A. He bites on his lip as he goes, tries to keep any muttering to himself, but it's practically impossible. Even if it's technically only been a day since he's set foot in U.A high, it's been years since he watched it burn down.

The shudder that rises at the thought, is quickly suppressed.

He's early when he opens the door to class, and there are only two people milling inside. Yaoyorozu sits at her desk readying herself for the day, and a few seats behind sits Iida. Both future class president and vice-president acting in a way that's... so like them it hurts.

“Morning!” Izuku says, trading overwhelmed relief for cheery kindness. He's glad he's had the morning to prepare, somewhat, because he only has to blink away minimal tears at the sight of them. None fall though, which Izuku classes as win #1.

“Midoriya,” Iida turns at the sound of his voice, offers a nods in greeting. “You see the benefits to being early for class too, yes?”

Rubbing at the back of his neck is answer enough, through Izuku's eyes. But, well, if he can remember Iida correctly, then he'd been a little dense when it had come to some things. Like people, and not exams.

“I woke up early,” Izuku admits after a brief hesitation, “and I guess being prepared doesn't hurt.”

Iida nods, pushes the frame of his glasses up on his nose. The action is familiar, although it's been tucked away in the far recesses of Izuku's mind for years now. He says, “my sentiments exactly. Preparation is important for every task.”

Yes. And the lack of it got you killed.

Izuku offers a smile; It comes out wobbly, malformed, but still a smile all the same. It makes him think of how he'd been taught to smile in the face of fear – one of All-Might's final lessons – because well, he's sort of, almost terrified.

How couldn't he be?

He knows what comes next.

Taking his seat, Izuku pulls out his blank notebook, grabs a pen from his bag, and starts to write. He mixes kanji with English, uses the code he and other heroes had once utilised to keep messages from falling into the hands of villains.

He writes of a world that ends.

The morning goes quickly. Izuku uses the morning classes to remind himself of the school curriculum. Mathematics and social studies seem easy, easier than the first time at least. Some elements of maths throws him off, because he's not really needed to use algebra in recent years and  - and really, why are they getting so in depth with algebra when it's only the second day?

And then, it's lunch, and Izuku blinks as he closes his class workbooks, glancing upwards. Uraraka stands in front of his desk, a nervous half-smile on her face. Her hair is short, as opposed to the long curls he remembers, and there is an innocence in her eyes that hadn't been there when...

When...

“Hey Deku, Iida and I were wondering were wondering whether you wanted to sit with us at lunch?” Her carefree attitude is infectious, and within seconds, Izuku is nodding, standing from his chair and placing his notebook back into his bag.

“Sure,” he says, putting a hand into one of his pockets, fingers circling around one of the coins jingling in his pocket. Now that he thinks about it, he's actually hungry, having only had the cup of coffee from this morning. Scratch hungry, Izuku's starving.

“Great,” Uraraka says, grinning. She turns to Iida, tells him they've acquired a Deku – Iida scrunches his nose at that, doesn't seem very happy that she's transformed Bakugo's insult into a nickname – and turns towards the door. “To the cafeteria!”

It almost seems normal.

They do get lost once, because Uraraka takes lead and they've only been students a day, but they do eventually find the school cafeteria, making their way towards the line of students all queueing for food. He glances at the day's food, tries to keep up with the conversation without his mind whirring.

“I wonder what we'll be doing for hero training today,” Iida says after a moment, and Izuku feels himself pause.

“I'm kinda curious about it too,” Uraraka says, taking a step further into the line. “What do you think Deku?”

Izuku offers a smile, rubbing the back of his neck. He says, “something training our quirks... I'm not sure? Maybe some more tests like yesterday?”

It's the best answer he can give. He can't exactly openly say that they're going to have battle training. That he and Uraraka are going to be paired together against Iida and Kacchan, of all people, where he will proceed to fight against Kacchan and lose.

Which, frankly, he's not even the slightest bit ready for. Maybe physically he's prepared, but emotionally... fighting against the allies he'd formed seems wrong, even for a training exercise. Fighting against the dead only makes him feel worse.

Still, he'll have to, and even despite Izuku's own feelings of awkwardness, he knows that it's something he has to do. He's going to fight against Kacchan, and he's going to have to win this time, if only to counteract his friend's ego.

“Let’s hope it's fun,” Uraraka grins.

After lunch, Izuku sits in class and briefly wonders whether he should have eaten at all.

He's queasy, not that it's something he hadn't been expecting. He reckons it's because he remembers who's teaching this class, because while he wants to hear that voice, he can't help but feel pain stab through him at the thought of it.

“I have–”

He's here, Izuku thinks, and blinks away more tears. Happiness or sadness, he isn't sure – the closest he can read into his own emotions is a merge of the two.

“–come through the door, like normal!”

All-Might.

He's there. He's... actually there. Izuku knows he shouldn't be surprised, shouldn't be this comforted at just the sight of the man, but he is. All-Might was the #1 hero for a reason, and as students chatter amongst themselves, Izuku finds himself wearing a grin.

It feels more real than all the other smiles he's given so far today.

“Hero basic training,” All-Might says, once the chattering has died down. He glances out at the class, offers his signature smile, “the class that'll put you through all sorts of special training to mould you into heroes!”

Heroes. Izuku will make sure they all live long enough to earn the titles. He looks down at his hands, clenches them into fists and steels himself. He can do this.

“No time to waste,” All-Might continues, oblivious to Izuku's silent determination. If he notices any changes to his demeanour, then he doesn't show even the faintest inkling – maybe he believes Izuku is readying himself for today's training session. Or maybe he thinks that Izuku's adamant about taking All-Might's place as the #1 hero. “Today's activity is this.”

That's not quite it. Izuku doesn't really care about stuff like that.

“Battle training.” All-Might declares.

The class seems animated with excitement. Eager.

I promise All-Might, Izuku thinks, this time I will save you.

[Next]

[vulgarweed]

Title: Piecroft Chronicles (Locked to AO3 users) Author: iwantthatcoat Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Sherlock Holmes Length: A Practical Affair, 19,114 words; Flowers and a Fruitbasket, 5,339 words. Rating: Explicit Verse: Sherlock BBC A Practical Affair (aka Piecroft Won’t Let Me Bring the Lottery Tickets: A Tale of Self-Love) Author's summary: Sherlock has the same ridiculously high standards for himself in his new sex life with John as he does elsewhere in his personal and professional life. He lacks experience, and though he knows John won't care one bit, Sherlock still does. Fortunately, there is someone who understands exactly what he needs to do and why...and he won't even have to explain himself. Which is a good thing, because Mycroft won't let him. It would break timetravel regulations, after all. A Timetravel Selfcest Fic. Reccer's comments: This story’s premise could have been just a simple ground for hot PWP (Sherlock is insecure about his lack of sexual experience now that he’s got together with John, so he goes back in time to meet his younger self and get sexual experience with his preself) and that would have been more than fine. But the author digs in to really explore the feelings and ethical challenges, and it turns into a deeply emotional story about memory, lack of memory, self-love, self-knowledge, and hard choices. Bratty, desperate, lonely, honest university-age preself!Sherlock is so compelling here, as an amoral moral center. The interrogation he does of the older Sherlock is absolutely gripping. The prolonged sexual explorations between older Sherlock and his younger self are intensely erotic, made all the more so by their sharp, clear-eyed analytical edge - and by the unexpected emotional vulnerability both versions find themselves feeling. The relationship between the Sherlocks takes full control of the story, and it’s an amazingly skillful dance of arousal and gut-punch. Flowers and a Fruitbasket Author's Summary: From A Practical Affair: "If it were the following year, I just might have deleted this information, but for now, you can thank the good folk at the College of Medicine for not noticing the non-medical student sitting in on their Thursday morning lectures on body systems." "God yes, thank you," he stammered. "I'll send them flowers." Sherlock, true to his word, has sent the Department Chair some flowers upon his return to the present-- a reward for allowing his past self to have audited some very helpful anatomy lessons. Imagine his surprise to see an email from his preself requesting he head back in time yet again, and to bring that doctor he wasn't allowed to so much as hint at the existance of with him. (What beats timetravel selfcest? A timetravel selfcest threesome! Coming soon in the third instalment of the Piecroft Chronicles ) But first things first... what does he tell John? Part Two of the trilogy. Reccer's comments: The extremely hot and satisfying second tale brings John and Sherlock together at last. Bit-not-good Sherlock hadn’t been planning to tell John what he’s done - but telling a selectively edited and artfully embellished version of the truth turns out to be better than letting John think Sherlock had practiced on someone else. It’s hot, it’s complex, and it’s a little bit bittersweet as these two awkward, damaged men still fall short of perfect bliss - it’s good to see John being able to see through Sherlock’s deflections, in a loving way. Did I mention it’s hot?

***

7th and final rec for my stay as one of August’s 221b-recs reccers. August flew by so quickly. I’ll gladly sign up again as soon as I’m eligible again. 

[mokulule]

Author name: Mokulule

Fandoms you write for: Star Wars currently, have written for Naruto, MCU, Teen Wolf and Forgotten Realms

Where you post: AO3 now, I have an old ff.net account.

Most popular oneshot: urgh this made me log into ff.net to check and sure enough: Apples and Strawberries, a Naruto Vampire AU with the pairing ItaSaku - best comment I ever got was something like this is good for a Twilight clone, and I just go “uh what’s Twilight?” And this ladies and gents is how I got into Twilight for a short while.

Most popular multi-chapter: that is easily Wish, again a Naruto fanfic of the olden days, timetravel ItaSaku but not really romance more friendship- I don’t recommend starting it as it is unfinished and it is my greatest shame - have been thinking about it a lot lately though and I do want to finish it someday.

Most popular RECENT fic is Luke Skywalker is Altogether Too Likable - and exclusive Piett POV about how he to his great disturbance he can’t help but like Luke the captured rebel.

Favorite Story You Wrote: A Life Day Miracle unrepentant Luke and Vader crack with a side of Wedge and Piett (I promise the last chapter will be done before Christmas)

Story you were nervous to post: A Hunt Triumphant, a forgotten realms fanfic which because the fandom is so small I worried nobody would read and that it would be a waste to post it, but I do think like 5 people have enjoyed the story XD

How do you choose your titles: preferably they are some kind of pun, that maybe only I get, but it still gives me a lot of enjoyment.

Do you outline: practically never

Complete: I’m not sure I understand that word O.O - okay I pick Lifted Spirits, because that’s what it’s meant to do to you, lift your spirits Luke and Vader silly fluff.

In progress: Many many stories. Last one of my WIPs I worked on was Some Assembly Required - a Luke and Vader story, wherein Luke has amnesia and it’s angsty and involves torture. Look at my lame summaries it’s like I don’t want people to read my stories - don’t worry I will shamelessly self-promote once I actually finish the last damn chapter!

Coming soon: please define soon? Okay I might do something for Whumptober maybe.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: I don’t really know. It’s bound to be something cracky.

Do you accept prompts: Sure, but it’s a toss-up whether I will get around to doing them. But if they do inspire me there’s a good chance for a snippet if nothing else.

Also sorry @slx99 for tagging this onto yours, I obviously can’t tumblr.

I tag @spell-cleaver

Author Ask

I wasn’t tagged, duh, but I saw it and felt like doing it

Author name: Slx99

Fandoms you write for: Star Wars, but my writing actually exclusively focuses on Luke and Vader. Obviously there are lots of other characters around them but my interest doesn’t reach much further than this particular father-son relationship. So I am kind of a niche of the niche writer. 

Where you post: On AO3 and on FanFiction.net

Most popular one shot:  I post all my one-shots in one big ongoing story called Luke & Vader One-Shots (I know, the title is unoriginal) so I can only go by comments to gauge popularity, and then this would be, by slim margins of one comment more or less 

1) The Interrogator: The Alliance has managed to capture Darth Vader. In exchange for the well of information Vader can provide, they agree to his condition that he would only talk to a certain rebel commander.

2) Mustafa: Too good-hearted for his own good, Luke can’t even let leave his archenemy to a fiery death, with unwanted consequences.

and 

3) Blood: Faced with irrefutable proof that Lord Vader holds his father, Anakin Skywalker, prisoner, Luke has no choice but to surrender himself in exchange.

Most popular multi-chapter: That would be Hostage. An AU about a sixteen year old Luke Organa who is arrested y Lord Vader and held hostage onboard the Executor to shut up Bail Organa, one of the Emperor’s most outspoken critics. It doesn’t take long for Vader to find out Luke’s true identity and they strike an uneasy alliance to bring down Palpatine.

Favourite story you wrote: I am quite fond of most of them, maybe all of them, I do love Hostage and Luke Organa.

Story you were nervous to post: Hm, I was super nervous posting my first ever chapter of my first ever story (Hostage). I still remember hitting ‘post’ close to leaving the office that day and I was so often hitting the ‘refresh’ button to see if anyone read it.

How do you choose your titles: They just jump at me… but admittedly not all of my titles are great.

Do you outline: Sometimes I do, Sometimes I just dive in head first.

Complete:  A seven-chapter story about Luke and Vader mutually shot down on an uninhabited planet called Under the Stars and a short multi chapter story called Rogues where Wedge and Hobbie find that they make excellent bait for Lord Vader to finally capture Luke.

In progress: Hostage is still WIP (and I am already dreaming of a sequel, duh). But it’s almost done, another 2 chapter to go (perhaps 3).

Coming soon: A one-shot where Luke signs up with the navy to infiltrate Vader’ flagship to rescue his father, Anakin Skywalker, who is held captive by the Dark Lord. Or so Luke thinks.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: Uh, this is hard, I have a bunch of one-shot ideas on the back burner and in turn I revisit them.

Do you accept prompts: I do, but it may or may not inspire me so I can’t quite promise anything. In addition, my writing time is very limited. My day needs twice as many hours I feel and I’d still not be on top of things…

tagging @azalea-scroggs, @spell-cleaver, @kaelinaloveslomaris, @maedre13, @radioactivepeasant, @threadsketchier, @themostawesomeroxburryblack, @treenahasthaal and @mokulule, go for it if you feel like it plus anyone who feels like this, do it

[caramelstroopwafel]

brief visitation

aka the mp100 timetravel fic no one (but ao prob) asked for. it's the 19th where u were born so happy birthday u lemonhead

The distant sound of the city’s heart floats in through the ajar window, a muted cacophony of chatter, soles on pavement, and rolling engines. The climate is an odd mix of arid and humid this time of year. The sun is shining, grand cumulous clouds are painted generously just above the horizon, and the sky’s endless blue makes for a good medium to drown oneself in. It’s a beautiful day.

Reigen sits back in his sofa with an open book sitting in his lap and an unlit cigarette in hand. He leans heavily on his side as he twirls the cigarette in his hand. His gaze darts up to the lighter sitting next to the ashtray.

For now, both the eastern and western-facing windows are ajar, inviting a gentle breeze that both cools and keeps the air fresh. There have been no customers to walk in since opening up. He contemplates having his fourth smoke of the day.

The two-note chime signalling a customer rings out in the empty office, and his aborted movement shifts as he moves the book to the end table in a fluid motion. He tucks the unlit cigarette into his jacket pocket for later.

The door to the office closes with an audible click, and he spins around as he affects his brightest smile. “Yes, hello, welcome! What do you need?”

The first thing Reigen thinks is that the man who just walked in looks awfully cool for such heavy clothes. A black turtleneck? Seems a little much this late in spring, in his opinion, and the grey blazer over it doesn’t seem to be made of a light material in the slightest.

The man blinks, then smiles--a small, but strangely warm thing from a stranger. “I guess I’m here for a consultation.”

Reigen has been in this business for a year, which is plenty of time to develop a sense for the type of people that generally frequent this building. Troubled is a solid, general term that fits, as is uncertain (and privately, “gullible” is another, though he prefers to use the words “trusting” and “wise” out loud). A quick glance gives Reigen the impression that the man doesn't seem particularly troubled or uncertain. But he doesn’t turn away potential customers, so.

“I see, I see,” he says as he strolls over to his bookshelf to grab the small chair nestling at its corner. He scoots it into place directly before his desk and makes his way to his own seat, gesturing in front of him with his smile still in place. “So what seems to be the problem?”

The man just manages to make it to the chair when Reigen continues to speak, arms waving about in wide motions. “Is there a heavy weight on your shoulders? Shooting pains? A feeling of someone--or something--watching? A sudden turn of bad luck? Whatever it is, I can surely resolve it!” He pauses, affecting a look of belated realization before turning to his stack of flyers to the side. “In fact, I have a bargain going on right now, with varying reduction rates depending on which course you go with…”

“There isn’t a problem.”

Reigen pauses to glance at the client. His expression is hard to read, but he still seems relaxed.

“Not really, at least,” the man continues. “It’s...something that’ll smooth out eventually. I suppose I’m just passing the time, for now.”

“But if you wait, the problem could get worse!” Reigen shouts emphatically, leaping from his chair. “That sort of lackadaisical attitude is exactly what leaves clients at a loss, making possession a very terrifying possibility and leading to an even worse situation--especially when a particularly malevolent spirit is involved!” He slams his hand down on his desk, staring down the man with a grave look. “Waiting for things to blow over never works with spirits. The more time you spend not doing anything, the more time they have to--“

“No, I think I’m all right,” the man interrupts smoothly. He looks amused. “But thank you.”

Reigen takes a moment to examine the individual sitting across from him, expression smoothing out into one of neutrality. “... Well, if you don’t need any help then I don’t see any reason for you to stay.” He falls into his chair and throws his arms out in a shrug. “I understand that you might be bored while you wait for, for whatever it is to fix itself, but I’m running a business. Can’t afford to lose foot traffic just because a window-shopper without any issues is hanging around.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay you for your time.” The man fiddles with a strand of hair to the side of his face. It’s a bit of an old-fashioned look, but it’s worn well. Seems like one that he’s comfortable with.

A lot about the man seems to be comfortable and relaxed.

Reigen isn’t as much.

“My prices are cheap compared to a lot of other places,” he says, “but it still isn’t something pocket change can cover. My cheapest price for exorcism runs at two-hundred.”

The man waves his hand in the air dismissively. It’s an uncomfortably familiar motion. “I have the money, it’ll be fine.”

Reigen bites back the immediate reply of no, and takes a quick glance at his watch. It’s half-past three, and aside from the man sitting across from him he hasn’t had anyone walk into this office since opening up. He doesn’t run this business for money, but it’s pay he could use, and it isn’t as though there’s any guarantee an actual customer will come by anytime soon.

(And if they do, he can just kick the guy out. Or sucker him into helping, if he’s so keen on sticking around.)

“Fine. You can hang around or whatever for a little while.” He juts his finger at the man, eyes narrowed in an intimidating way. “But don’t try anything funny. I’m a green-belt in Shorinji Kenpo and I get ornery customers all the time.”

The thinly veiled threat doesn’t elicit the desired effect. Instead, the reply is a small shrug and a simple, “yes, of course,” before the man about-faces and wanders over to the coffee table.

Reigen pulls his laptop closer and adjusts the angle of the screen when the glare shines harshly in his eyes. He watches the man through his peripherals, his gaze lingering somewhere in the corner of his laptop screen.

He seems to wander the room a bit, taking in the structure and placement of objects and...who knows, really. He picks up the ashtray and inspects it for a few moments before putting it back down in its original position.

He hardly seems to care that he’s hanging around a stranger’s workspace, whether it’s discomfort at the fact he’s in an unfamiliar place or common courtesy in the “don’t touch what isn’t yours” way. Reigen doesn’t really care, and if he did he wouldn’t have relented in the first place.

He does feel an odd swell of offense when the man walks over to the plant and pointedly swipes a finger across one of the leaves, rubbing dust between his fingers. He doesn’t even look over at Reigen but the message (self-fabricated or not) is still there.

A couple more minutes of quiet observing and mere curiosity has Reigen relaxing, figuring the man is trustworthy enough to not filch anything. (Not that there is anything particularly worth stealing here, but Reigen still likes his belongings right where they are, so. The worry was still there.)

With one last glance to the uninvited guest, Reigen pulls up a webpage and decides to surf the internet to pass the time.

Cat video. Cats. Oh, that’s a cute dog. What a good dog. Huh, I didn’t know snakes could do that. What is he doing with that hose? A how-to-bake video… Chocolate chip cookies sound good right now. Oh. It’s one of those videos. With the eggs. Why is he wearing a pink bodysuit?… Is he okay? Oh shit that--fireworks to the ass, all right. Ouch.

Reigen clicks on the next video with an interesting-looking thumbnail, leaning heavily on his left arm when a black screen pops up. He taps his mouse impatiently as he waits for the five second timer to end.

It’s a twenty-second video. Why does it even have an advertisement?

Personally, he thinks it’s a waste of money to have these useless ads on videos. There’s a five-second cooldown that makes any minute-or-more advertisement pretty much pointless, since anyone there for the video is guaranteed to skip the ad. It’s not like it actually nets a large amount of customers. If anything, in Reigen’s own experience, it just makes him want to spitefully avoid whatever it is that’s being advertised.

He also knows he’s talking (thinking) out of his ass and just irritated at nothing.

Now, making his own videos and letting big corporations burn cash by setting their skippable ads on his content… That’s something that could work, actually. Maybe. How does monetizing on this website work? Reigen’s never really thought about it before, but business has been pretty slow this month. Maybe he could use whatever business opportunities reaching out to the internet communities will give him…

He pauses halfway down the FAQ page and sits back in his chair with a sigh.

Of course, he’s not even sure he’s going to continue this business for much longer. The original appeal of having his own spirits consultation office has faded away to a feeling of monotony. He mostly gives people massages, and being a masseur isn’t anything really interesting to him.

Something is dropped on his desk, and his gaze darts over to the book now sitting to the side of his laptop. It’s the book he was skimming earlier.

“Throw this away.”

Reigen turns his gaze up to the man staring down at him, a remark already on the tip of his tongue--

“Ibara Masato is a scam artist,” the man says before he can get a word out. Looking carefully, his expression is more dead-serious than anything priggish. “His works have some credence, but it’s mostly due to him collecting official works from licensed individuals and piling them together to create something that’s half truth and half bullshit.”

Reigen takes a moment to mentally interject I got that book for free, so that’s not too surprising, followed by I guess all con artists operate by that code.

“Read something from Lian, or Zang-hee. They’re licensed individuals with experience in the field.” A pause. “I wouldn’t recommend you try acupuncture without formal training, though.”

Reigen snatches the book away, waving his free hand wildly in the air to dismiss the thought. “Obviously. I only read the books, I don’t--I’m just curious. I wouldn’t actually try something like that on a customer.”

He’s not even lying, either--his interest in this book in particular was only for the information on pressure points. Massages are one thing, acupuncture not only requires the proper materials but is a pretty invasive procedure. Sure, he’s entertained the idea, maybe to test on himself first but…

“I figured I’d let you know anyway. It’s better than trying it on yourself and accidentally paralyzing your arm for a day.”

Well that’s weirdly specific.

Reigen stares at the book in his hand, scrutinizing it carefully as if gazing at it long enough will magically reveal all of its secrets. Unsurprisingly, nothing happens.

He settles for placing the book at the edge of his desk for later consideration. When he looks up, he finds the man is seated in the far sofa, apparently having commandeered another one of Reigen’s books to actually read instead of criticize this time.

~o~o~o~

Something in the corner of Reigen’s eyes shifts, and he forces the startled surprise from showing on his face when he remembers that yes, there was someone else here.

I forgot he was here. How did I forget there was someone here? I mean, he doesn’t look like anyone really memorable sure, but he’s in my office and--how…?

The man walks up to the desk and Reigen affects a questioning, expectant look.

“I have to go soon,” he says, withdrawing what looks to be a small notebook from his pocket. He motions for Reigen to take it, and hands it over.

It’s not a notebook.

“What--” Reigen stares in shock at the bills folded neatly between leather, but he isn’t so shocked that he can’t thumb through them surreptitiously and shift them into the light to check for counterfeit--oh, okay, they’re real. Holy shit.

Did… Did the guy just give him his damn wallet?

“Um.” A true intellectual inspiration.

“It’s not my wallet if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not your wallet,” Reigen blurts out, “then whose wallet is it!? I don’t--I’m not going to take stolen money!” He feels just slightly frantic because, sure, he runs a business that isn’t entirely honest but he doesn’t steal and--

Just who the hell is this guy if he stole this much money!?

Silence falls in the office, Reigen waiting for the man to pull out a knife or something and say that it was all a ruse, blah blah “give me all the money you have,” while the maybe-maybe-not criminal stares at him with wide-eyes.

The moment passes and the man laughs.

Which, is kinda surprising, but why beyond “oh god he’s laughing, is that confirmation or something else” is something Reigen can’t actually figure out. Maybe he shouldn’t have come to work today.

“It’s not stolen, either,” the man says eventually, laughter subsided but eyes still creased around the edges. “It’s honest money. I just… I can’t take it with me, is all.”

Reigen is doubtful, but the man doesn’t really…seem...like he’s lying. And Reigen has enough pride in his ability to handle people that he trusts his intuition. Sorta. “This is still too much,” he says, grimacing as he holds the money--a small fortune, why the hell is this guy carrying around a small fortune in his pocket--out to the man. “About a whole digit...or two...too much. This isn’t--“

“Use it to buy some better reference materials. And maybe something for the empty corner over there.” He glances over to said empty corner by the door. He turns back and smiles, the tilt barely discernable but genuine all the same. “This was interesting.”

He blinks, expression fading back to neutrality, and turns. “I’ll show the client in.”

Reigen glances from the man, the far wall, and the wad of cash in his hand. He is confused.

But as the man reaches the door, the chime goes off. A quiet “Excuse me,” is heard, and Reigen hears the man reply “he’s right inside.”

Reigen stands abruptly as the woman is led inside. The man smiles, nods his head and disappears around the corner.

It belatedly occurs to him that he never learned his name.

“Um, excuse me?” the woman hedges tentatively, “I’m here for a consultation…”

True to form, Reigen snaps back to reality. “... Uh. Ah, I mean--yes! Yes, come in, make yourself comfortable…”

He makes one last glance to the door, now shut, before directing the client to his desk.

(It’s something a quick massage fixes easily, and not even an hour later the client is leaving with a content smile on her face. Reigen leans heavily into his sofa and wonders about possible careers, weird customers with too much free time, and bowl cuts.)

(Five minutes later, a client of diminutive size and voice steps into the office. He is troubled.

His name is Kageyama Shigeo, and he is an esper.)

i heard @athanatosora wasnt feeling good so heres ur recycled timetravel trash i hope u feel better saltfry

p.s. pls excuse my dusty af writing it’s been a while+present tense doesnt like me. p.p.s.  i cant title for shit but i hope u liked it anyway