#a collection of unfinished blurbs

[pranabefall]

✸ — MISC NOTICE. ; minors dni. sentinel ! jing yuan x guide reader. a silly blurb for the most part. follows guideverse au concepts and such. yandere warning, i plan on expanding this into a proper oneshot soon enough XD. not edited!!!

it's your boss who issues the final warning after the third turn down. he'd given you a stern talking to, another chance and that repeated statement wedged into your head with corporate manuals and the like.

he's important, he tells you furiously. you can't just turn away from him when he comes to you...and he asks for you specifically. specifically, because he plays games you can't quite understand and inlays his conversations with double meanings and jokes you catch him chuckling over.

you don't know if you want to laugh or cry at the ridicule, at his persistence. but you kept quiet and collected your dues, silently letting yourself into his home after he summons you again.

your coworkers tell you you're thinking too much. the general is a kind man. the twisted do not hand feed finches and let cats nap on their knee. and yet you doubt. you doubt, doubt, keep doubting like it's the air you breathe, like every flex to his arm and every shift of his body is a trap.

( the general is a kind man. yet he does not feel any safer.

most sentinels, to you do not. )

one of his retainers points you to the gardens, and you find him seated beneath tree-cover, mulling over an unfinished chess game and the lack of an opponent. you don't think you could slip away at this point. you don't think you should.

his shoulders are hunched and his cheeks sallow, but he still holds that cheeky light in his eyes. annoyingly handsome. cloyingly so, in ways that make your stomach turn. and those eyes meet yours, and that smile filters through. you freeze and tell yourself not to run.

( that's not hunger you see there, you tell yourself. it's not. )

"good morning." he greets, patting the space beside him. "it's been quite some time, yes?"

you swallow. "yes." you nod, taking your seat just a little ways off. jing yuan looks amused. "it's best we get this session over with. i hope you don't mind general."

his eyelids droop and a languid tremor starts up in the depth of his chest. "mh. you're in that much of a hurry?" he half teases, holding his hand out. "i'd hoped you'd stay for some tea. it's a new brew master du has taken a liking to."

"i'm afraid i cannot linger." you repeat, a little firmer this time. you reach into that plunging darkness, tugging away the corruption that clings to his being with the finesse of threading a needle. guiding was almost second nature at this point, a mindless thing, a near instinct. and jing yuan had much to undo and unravel and pull out.

jing yuan exhales. it's long, deep, relieved almost, scraping to the borders of euphoric. you keep tugging. he lets himself pull into you, his warmth grazing against the apple of your cheek.

"it's taking longer than it should." you choke.

"is it?"

you try not to let the fear in. "sorry." you whisper. it's always like this. jing yuan's unsaid insistence, the desperation buzzing beneath his skin, the almost touches.

it's taking longer to unwind the wringing tendril, nick away at the emptiness and fill it up with something.

he has your left hand press up into his cheek. you want to snatch it back. the corruption comes undone easier though, so you let it stay there, let him touch you a little more than he should. jing yuan seems satisfied with this.

"much better, right?" he chuckles. the pads of his fingers press just above your pulse, taking in the quick paced beat. jing yuan stares long and hard at you.

you still want to run.

"you could say that..." you shove that urge back, lock it away, tell it it's not welcome. better this than feeling those hands elsewhere. the crawling terror may persist, but jing yuan wouldn't hurt you that way.

( "stay a little longer." he mumbles into your palm. "you seem so tired. did you have another long day?" )

...you hope he won't.

[snowangeldotmp3]

fragments

a collection of various snippets and blurbs

hello! i come bearing gifts. or, well, one gift with many different things in it. im publishing all of the snippets/blurbs/otherwise unfinished fics or ideas into one compiled fic on ao3 for easier access and, since tumblrs search function is bust, an easier way for me to keep up with them as well.

im still updating them as i work through all of them, but you can read the first two snippets here

[cupidbedsy]

welcome to cupidbedsy's vault ! - please read everything below in order to request, i know it's a lot but i want this to go as smoothly as possible !

≈ WHAT IS THIS

➪ this is a collection of unfinished works; blurbs that have been sitting in my notes app for ages or random ideas I've had

➪ but this is also a collection of bonus scenes from my fics ! basically blurbs or additions to fics I've already written

➪ i won't be posting them all at once, or at least by my own accord, I'll have you guys request them !

≈ HOW THIS WORKS

➪ to request for unfinsihed works just say something along the lines of... "can i request an unfinished work for *player*? can it be a *fluff, angst, hurt/comfort* blurb please !"

➪ i do not have an unfinished work for everyone so if i apologize in advanced

➪ in order to request for 'bonus scenes', all you have to do is send me an ask with the fic you want the bonus scene from with something that hints that it's for this (ex. bonus scene for *fic name* or the vault: *fic name*)

➪ i do have an idea for most of these but if you want to share one you have... please do not put an idea with a fic you're requesting, because if i have already have an idea for that fic and i don't write what you're idea is it might confuse people and get a little messy

➪ along with that, please indicate that you are sending an idea for this by saying something like "here's an idea for a bonus scene for *fic name*

➪ if i don't use your idea, it doesn't mean that i don't like it, it means i probably already had an idea for the fic that you are suggesting it for. there is always the possibility that i will go back and write it !

➪ if a fic has been indicated to be a multiple bonus scene fic (see in 'the fics' section), you do not have to indicate which bonus scene you want, I'm just going to go in order of how i wrote them

➪ please do not request for fics that have a part two ! those fics basically already have bonus scene (the part two)

➪ please note that if the request doesn't include all of the things i will not be answering it for the sake of me overthinking everything

≈ THE FICS

➪ you can find all of the fic bonus scenes and unfinished works on my masterlists ( here ! ) or under the cupid's vault tag !

➪ fics that have bonus scenes are the following: fraternizing with the 'enemy' - cb98 (2), fit right in - lh43 (2), a very klutzy christmas - lh43 (3), curbside pickup - qh43, lh43, jh86, tz11, cc13 (6)

�� DISCLAIMERS

➪ fics that have a part two do not have a place on the masterlist because well, the part two is the extra scene, so please only request based off the ones that are on the master list

➪ please five me time to write these, i have varying stages of some of the ideas right now, some of them I've written, some of them i just have an idea for, and some of them i have no clue. just because i post a few of them in quick succession does not mean i have all of them ready to post

➪ i will accept request for any new fics that i come out with but i won't be answering those ones for at least a week after the fic came out !

➪ as i've said before but do want to strong enforce it, i will not be answering any requests that don't have all the information i need ! it's not to be mean or ignore people, it is simply so i don't have to overthink and i can organize my thoughts better

[consistentsquash]

Hp Rec Fest 2023 Recs by Squash

AO3 collection for the recs I made during this fest!

The fest mods deserve everything <3

Rec masterlist - links are for my rec blurbs.

31. A fav among favs: Almagest by eldritcher (2018). Harry/Voldemort

30. A precanon fic: The Unspoken and the Unsent by hollycomb (2013). Dumbledore/Elphias Doge

29. A postcanon fic: Candles Lit Against the Dark by perverse_idyll (2023). McGonagall/Grubbly-Plank

28. An underrated fic: A Cliff in July by Miss M. (2013) Millicent/Marietta.

27. A Muggle AU: Commonplace Magic by Acid, Sinick (2010). Snarry

26. A fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about: In Infinite Remorse of the Soul by perverse_idyll (2011). Snarry, Snape/Dumbledore.

25. A fic rated T: On Wednesday by Tryfanstone (2006). Snarry

24. A holiday fic: 10 Snarry Holiday fics.

23. A soulmate fic: Inch by Inch We Crawled Toward Each Other by Chatter (2017). Fleur/Hermione

22. An unfinished fic: The J. Alfred Prufrock Arc by vain (2003). Snarry.

21. A thought provoking fic: Brown Sugar by eldritcher (2018). Voldemort/Tom Riddle (Diary).

20. A G Rated fic: The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife by eldritcher (2021). Snape/Giant Squid.

19. Hottest smut fic: Both Sides Now by Predatrix (2006). Snarry.

18. A fairytale fic: The Lost World (short version) by perverse_idyll (2013), Snarry + Omphale by eldritcher (2015), Harry/Voldemort

17. A fic that made you cry: 10 Snarry fics to make you cry

16. A fic that made you laugh: 10 Snarry fics to make you laugh

15. Most recent bookmark: De Aegypto by squibstress (2023). Minerva/Rolanda

14. A fav series: Pandemic by eldritcher (2021) Harry/Voldemort

13. A fic over 100K words: Catullus 16 by eldritcher (2014) Harry/Voldemort

12. A WIP: Year of the Thestral by perverse_idyll (2022) Snagonagall, McGonagall/Hooch

11. A dark fic: King of Fat by rinsbane (2006) Snarry

10. A fest fic: A Matter of Time by danpuff (2022). Snarry

9. A rarepair fic: Extraordinary Lengths by MaxWrite (2009). Percy/Barty Crouch Jr.

8. A canon divergence fic: When the Rose and the Fire Are One by perverse_idyll (2010). Snarry

7. A canon compliant fic: Storytelling by kellychambliss (2010). Hermione/Minerva McGonagall

6. An unreliable narrator fic: Remember Me to Cheetham Hill by Delphi (2021). Snape/Filch

5. A non AO3 fic: Down the Rabbit Hole by RaeWhit (2008). Snarry

4. Fic + art: PS, I love you by mywitch and groot (2022). Snape/Hermione

3. A podfic: [Podfic of] Bad Girls, Bad Girls, Whatcha Gonna Do by wilfriede (2023). Minerva McGonagall/Rolanda Hooch + [Podfic of] Plenitude by wilfriede (2023). Amelia Bones/Hermione

2. A comfort fic: Epic of the Forgotten by eldritcher (2017). Viktor Krum/Voldemort + Sexing the Pumpkin by ratherbrightred (2007). Snape/Sirius Black

1 . A fav fic under 5000 words: Corresponding with Snape by asnowyowl (2010). Snarry

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #65

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

“But Daaaaaaaad-uh!” Stacy whined. “I don’t want to babysit Ice-Boy!” 

Hiccup decided that was a bad time to enter the living room. He halted, making eye-contact with John, before attempting to slink out. 

“Hiccup,” John beckoned him over. “Stacy’s going out bowling with some friends, I think this will be a great experience for you!” 

“Bowling?” Hiccup tilted his head. 

Stacy crossed her arms and sighed. “He doesn’t even know what it is…” 

“It’s a game,” John explained. “Very easy, I think you’ll like it!” 

Hiccup could see the sheer distaste on Stacy’s face and couldn’t help but think this would make her resent him. Especially if this became a ritual. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t…” he began. 

But John stayed firm. “You should. You need to have exposure to the modern world in a more chaotic setting. This place is loud, and has a lot of people. Just take your notebook, and if you get overwhelmed, just sit back and observe.” 

A bell rang within the house. 

“Ugh, that’s Jenny,” Stacy sighed. “Cmon Ice Boy, get your notebook.” 

“You’ll let me come?” 

“Begrudgingly, yeah,” she shrugged. “Meet us in the driveway.” 

“Yes! One second!” Hiccup hurried back to the garage to collect his sketchbook and then came around the house, where a white car sat waiting. 

Stacy opened the back seat, and climbed inside. “Come on, hurry up!” She called to him. 

Hiccup slid in and closed the door, like he had so many times now, and put the seatbelt on. 

“Who’s this?” An unfamiliar brunette woman asked from the driver’s seat. 

Another teenage girl, Stacy’s age, sat in the passenger’s. “Oh! Is this the Viking you were telling me about? The one your dad unfroze?” 

“That’s him. Dad wants him to come along and learn about bowling or whatever.” She turned to Hiccup and said, “Hiccup, this is my best friend, Jenny, and her mom Carol.” 

Ugh, another ‘J’ name. Hiccup could see these ladies didn’t have ear pieces like he and Stacy, so he’d have to use his fairly poor English to communicate, or rely on Stacy to translate, but he didn’t think that was fair to her. 

“H-hello Carol and Yenny, my name is Hiccup,” he stuttered out, surprising Stacy. 

The women in the front smiled at him broadly, amused by his accent. “Yenny?” 

“He has a hard time with ‘J’s.” 

“Makes sense,” said Carol. “What with the Scandinavian names like ‘Johan’ and ‘Jorgen.’”

“Thank you,” he added. “For…car?” He gestured around. 

“For the ride? You’re welcome.” She moved a stick on the vehicle and pulled away from the house.

[jpdoingwords]

Master List

Welcome to my writing side-blog!

I'm Jenn, a published author living in Australia. This is where I stash all my writing so that I - and you - can find it easily.

My writing tag is #jpdoingwords. You can see my fan fiction covers here and my original fiction covers here.

A complete list of my work available online follows below the cut.

Original Fiction

I am currently in the process of adding all of my original fiction to Wattpad (Writing blurbs 😑 is the worst].

It's empty just now, but you can find my account here.

Fanfic

Assassin's Creed Odyssey Fanfiction

The Good Spartan

aka. the Alexidas The Good Spartan Summary: It's 431 BCE. Brasidas prepares to take up his first major posting, unaware of all that lays before him in the coming years of the Peloponnesian War. The story is told almost entirely from Brasidas' perspective and follows him from before his first major historical action at Methone to his last, at Amphipolis. This is a crossover between AC Odyssey and Thucydides' history, The Peloponnesian War, favouring Thucydides. I am being as historically accurate as I can, game canon is paid lip service at best. Historical notes are included at the end of each chapter.

Another Life: [Alternative Ending of The Good Spartan]. Summary: Brasidas survives the Battle of Amphipolis, thanks to Alexios' visit to the Underworld; but even before the battle, he knew he'd never go back to Sparta. He's no longer a good Spartan, nor willing to make the sacrifices required to go on pretending to be one. He just needs to persuade Alexios, and recover from his wounds… and together, find somewhere they might have a little peace.

Hunger, Desire, Anger, Roads [WIP] A collection of short pieces of writing and some art associated with characters (including OCs) and events around The Good Spartan, as it's currently published and alternative versions. These include threads taken from the original version of the fic and reworked; alternative points of view which develop characters who necessarily have no voice in the published fic; and a variety of other exploratory pieces set within this AU. They're all part of the framework around which The Good Spartan grew - and continues to grow.

The House in the Plane Tree Grove [WIP] Set after Alexios has earnt his Spartan citizenship back, and before events at Pylos/Sphakteria, this fic follows Alexios and Brasidas as their relationship develops over time. Or: Alexios and Brasidas fall in love in Sparta.

Another Kind of Odyssey

aka. the Thalexios The Warmth of Home Summary: After the events of Odyssey, Alexios has been hiding from the world, loitering in the northern regions of Greece. When he decides to return to Athens for the winter, Demosthenes seeks him out for a job only he can do - whether he wants to or not. This leads him to cross paths with Thaletas again, discovering that this old flame burns the brightest of all.

Love Me in Storms Summary: Following on from the Warmth of Home, Alexios and Thaletas face the challenge of making their relationship clear to their families back in Sparta, with mixed results. This fic fills in some relatively large gaps left between the original Warmth of Home (now completely rewritten) and Unfinished Business (rewrite currently underway), as well as taking some of the plot points out of Unfinished Business entirely and putting them here, in this new context. This is necessary to smooth over some serious timeline problems

By His Hand [WIP] Summary: Alexios and Thaletas are back in Sparta in order for Alexios to attend a reunion of the Brasideioi - the army which marched north under Brasidas. Despite their having been together for years, this event triggers Thaletas' jealousy about one of the largest unknowns of Alexios' past - what happened during the Northern Campaign, and in particular, what the nature of the relationship between the Alexios and Brasidas had been. Also - Stentor gets married :)

Unfinished Business Summary: Stentor arrives at Stymphalos, where Thaletas and Alexios settled four years previously. He comes with a message: Alcibiades is in Sparta, and wants to see Alexios - urgently. Answering this request will sweep them into events they could not foresee.

[A fifth part will slot in here the future. Working title Argolis]

The Turning Tide Summary: Spring, 413BCE. The Peace of Nikias has ended. Sparta and Athens are at one another's throats again. Before the Peace, Sparta was having few successes; but they have a plan they hope will turn the tide against Athens... Against this backdrop of renewed hostilities, Alexios and Thaletas are called upon to complete a mission for King Agis, which will test them and their relationship in ways they haven’t been tested before...

In the Heart of Things Summary: 412BCE. Reunited after a difficult year, Alexios and Thaletas have been sent to Chios by King Agis to keep an eye on the situation there as the theatre of the Peloponnesian War shifts eastwards, into the islands. There, they will discover more than they could have bargained for about themselves and their people, and what it is that lies at the heart of things...

A Few Olives Summary: Alexios decided to buy a farm. Thaletas went along with it. But the plan was not what he had expected, but then nothing ever had been with Alexios. This is the story of a relationship that has grown up in difficult times, and peace is now the hardest thing to deal with. Thaletas struggles to know himself, and Alexios doesn’t understand. Sometimes things must break before they can be reformed.

The Fire and the Flood

aka. The Alexithenes This series is rated E. An Athenian Summer Summary: Early in the War, Alexios allows Socrates to lure him to Athens for the summer. During his stay in the city, his relationship with Demosthenes, not yet a general of Athens, will change significantly... But as the war rages on, will the pressures of the messy world beyond Athens' walls bring the pair together or drive them apart? This story takes liberties with canon; as much as possible, I try to keep characters true to their game-selves; original characters are mostly secondary characters, though of necessity I have provided Demosthenes with more character than he had in the game.

The Blue Cloak Alexios and Timotheos are flirting with the idea of being an item when, in order to help the brothers move past the events in canon, Alexios comes up with a plan to further Lykinos' dream of being a poet in Athens. Things take an unexpected turn when Alexios finds himself waking up aboard the Adrestia wearing a cloak he has never seen before.... aka. drunk Alexios gets himself into a situation. This is the edited version of a story previously published as So it is With Us. This version has an additional chapter added at the end and has been rewritten in parts, particularly the first half.

Short and Experimental Pieces

aka. The Deimos fic Shadow-Twin He felt like neither Deimos nor Alexios. They were two skins he’d shed - and what remained now? What new skin might he grow? Who might he become? They’d all demanded answers of him at one time or another. They’d all asked where he’d been when he went out, what he’d been doing. With concern or with curiosity or what they perhaps thought of as friendship. What they meant was: Let me in. Tell me who are you. He gave always the same reply: a grunt. How could he answer that when he didn’t know?

From the Darkness, Light: Brasidas & Deimos!Kassandra Having failed to keep his involvement in the assassination of the Monger in Korinth under wraps, Brasidas is sent by the Kings to Paros on a 'special mission' which he suspects is a punishment. His task is to find a missing lokhagos, but what he uncovers is far bigger and darker than the abduction of one man.

aka the Herodietas (Thaletas x Herodianos) Rising to the Surface: Rated E for the first two parts. After the events during the Mykonos arc of the story, Thaletas is left behind to face the consequences of Alexios' actions. Herodianos, who has been his loyal friend for a long time, does everything he can to comfort him - and so the hands of the Fates are set to work. This was an exercise in writing - Smut, Fluff and Angst, a chapter for each, in that order. Features the power of puppies to dispel the pain of existence.

It Was Just Red "Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." Kait Rakowski This story was prompted by a post I saw recently on Tumblr. It showed Kass sitting at the empty table back in Sparta during the final dinner scene, against which the poster had written something along the lines of: this is the best possible ending – the least amount of Spartans left alive. The following work is an exercise in exploring what that outcome might look like, and seeks to detail some sense of the possible shifting feelings Alexios might have around losing his whole family, mostly at his own hands (a version of the game I’ve never played and frankly never will) and to explore the main question this post prompted in me: Is there a way in which I might believe this could be the best outcome? Fair warning: This work doesn’t honour the game timeline, and as always, I'm disinterested in strict compliance with canon. It’s canon divergent from the get-go simply because it’s Alexios, anyway.

Odyssey Shorts Summary: This is a collection of odds and ends I wrote alongside longer pieces, mainly in response to prompt lists. So far, these consist of: Four based on the tarot: Alexios as a teenager throwing himself into the sea to Anais' horror (an early version of a piece included in It Was Only Red); Brasidas finding himself in the Underworld (a tiny fix-it fic); a tentative beginning to a Daphnae fic I've always contemplated writing; a scene with Demosthenes and Alexios which fits nowhere else; two snippets of modern day AU with an Alexidas focus; and a random Brasidas x reader which I have never written before and quite likely won't again. I will be adding to this collection in time, as I continue working through existing beginning and maybe a few little new things.

Assassin's Creed Valhalla

Thread Upon Thread Series

Ubba x M!Eivor Snatched Moments A series of inserted scenes developing the relationship between Eivor (male) and Ubba Ragnarsson which is only hinted at in Valhalla. There will be unavoidable spoilers. Sorry! I am mostly canon compliant, but there are some things I have changed, and there will be an alternative ending to what was provided in the game (for Ubba.) The Gods Only Know Ubba survived the battle on the Afon River, and lives now in Ravensthorpe at the side of Eivor Wolfkissed, the man he loves. Their happiness is only marred by one thing that seems impossible - their desire to have sons.

The Ravensthorpe Hotel. Summary: The pub in Ravensthorpe, Western Australia, is under new management after the passing of Ragnar. When it re-opens, the townspeople go en-masse to check out the new owners, among them, Eivor (male) and his best friends Randvi and Sigurd.

Collected Loose Threads This is a collection of odds and ends related to my Ubba/Eivor series, Thread Upon Thread, mostly following on from The Gods Only Know. I had imagined I would work them up into something more complete, but that seems unlikely now, so thought I would share them as is. Now includes The Hunting Trip, which was originally posted as the third part of the series, and a discarded continuation of the Ravensthorpe Hotel modern AU.

Miscellaneous Fandoms

Stardew Valley

Aka. The Stardew fic [Shane x M!Farmer] Another Turn Around the Wheel Summary: "The stranger came into the Stardrop Saloon on a Friday night, smelling of the sea. His hair, deeply black, was in a state of chaos; as though he’d been outdoors from the day he was born, and had never looked in the mirror, even once. Yet, as he reached the bar, only a few paces from where Shane stood, he could see that the face beneath it wasn’t as rugged as he’d expected." The farmer has been on this journey more than once - but there's still only one husband for him.

Hades

Crawling Kingsnake [Thanatos x Ares] Ares, a closed book and intesely private man, breaks up with Dite because he has a yearning for someone entirely different, but he also doesn't know how to go about getting it. Than, meanwhile, is far too busy to think about starting a relationship, and certainly not with anyone as intense as Ares... at least that's what he tells himself. Zagreus just shakes his head at both of them. He has a plan - but all of Zag's plans are terrible. Inspired by the music of the Black Keys, each chapter has a title drawn from a song or a song title of theirs.

[studyinglogic]

Uncollected fragments

Everything I write here is true, but I am writing purely from memory, which of course means it is also not.

What is truth, said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. (Bacon?)

Truth is the limit of inquiry by an ideal community of inquirers. (Peirce?)

The time the work is set in decides the form, writes Eco. But fragments have no form. What, then, is their relationship to time?

But some sort of form is necessary for intersubjective understanding. (That is why I think daos must be collective.)

Thinking through, by, with, against texts. Constructive. Jung.

The encyclopedic imposes an order; the fragmentary is always unfinished.

Eighteenth century China: Zhang Xuecheng is robbed and loses his manuscripts; he mourns their loss.

Nineteenth century Europe: Thomas Carlyle's draft history of the French Revolution is burned by someone who mistakes it for kindling.

Present time, present place (Lain!): some information is lost.

I have read two different accounts of van Gogh's last words. "The sadness will last forever" and "I want to die like this." The first is the most well attested, coming from Theo van Gogh's letter; the second is found in a biography by two scholars.

See you later.

I open my drafts folder, intending to write, but my whole body aches and I save my magnum opus for another day.

I wake up from a dream that I have to write an essay on Jane Eyre.

I vaguely remember seeing something on the heart of the world. Here, I stand with Nishida. It is ineffable place (basho). But of course there are other options. Wang Bi? Le Guin?

"And I'm trying to hold on to my past; it's been so long that I don't think I'm gonna last." What genre is this? "Energetic dream pop."

Fundamentally, only two types of things have significance in ___ _____ __ _ ___ __: texts and people.

The first thing I see when I wake up is an argument over the significance of Kierkegaard, with mentions of Heidegger and Barthes.

"You are a reliable source of knowledge." Everything has its modes.

"You are the kindest person I have ever met." Everyone has their element; it's easy to be kind when one is bountiful. (Aristotle on magnaminity.)

Citing sources is a responsibility, especially now (in the very fleeting present moment) when it is the easiest differentiator between LLM-generated output from human output. On the other hand, the intellectual freedoms that are lost...

Two memories anchor my life: a cat (B) and a game (S).

Sincerity vs. irony, imitare vs. rittrare, value.

"When later published in book form by Iwanami Shoten, its title was shortened to Kokoro; the rendering of the word "kokoro" itself was also changed from kanji (心) to hiragana (こゝろ)." What is the significance of the change in register? This is why languages are so important (to me). Reading a good literal translation brings me in touch with an unfamiliar heterotopian inner logic. E.g. Frieren, Nabokov on Pushkin.

How to read? Plural or monistic?

Borges's lectures on English literature skip Shakespeare entirely.

1502: Arthur, Prince of Wales dies; 1659: Dara Shikoh dies.

"There are no definitive histories," writes Elijah Wald, in this provocative reassessment of American popular music, "because the past keeps looking different as the present changes." Excellent first sentence for a blurb!

And in the same way, fragments will be constantly reinterpreted. Ergodic literature.

Montaigne's Essays would have continued as long as he would have lived; what's important is the spirit of the work.

Someone's library is a collection of them, not just of books, and the inner logic is lost when the collection is dispersed (Trefethen).

For a long time, I have distrusted the encyclopedic even as I remain fascinated by it.

How do you read the Mahabharata, a work so vast? It depends on what level of fidelity you want. A lesser path, I did it by selectively reading between three translations; the most exacting would be to translate all of it into multiple languages, a path no one has taken, a path no one can take.

But how much can one do from the sidelines? This life so short, the craft so long to learn. The unending pressure of objective culture (Simmel). All the texts and people I keep in my heart.

[thepixelelf]

ursa's golden child masterlist 🍓

fan faves: 🍓 personal faves: 💕

all reader characters are gender neutral unless specified

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Been There, Done That (social media au) - suspended indefinitely 💕🍓

Introducing Been There, Done That, a collection of 10 terribly overused clichés featuring Golden Child! Each of the connected mini-series highlights a different cliché and a different main character to endure every cringey second.

MISSION: Aether Rising��(ra pam pam dystopia au) - unfinished

No air to breathe. No hope to spare. When only the rich and powerful hold the key to salvation, just how far are the people of what was once earth willing to go?

Volleyball AU Collection w/ Lina @blossom-hwa 💕🍓💕

Oh, Golden Day

Wanna Make Out?

daeyeol

Please Linger 💕

In a world where a soulmate’s touch can heal any wound, Daeyeol knows his own soulmate can only heal so much.

Blurbs:

[plunge it deep] 💕 [here, kitty kitty] [solve me] ⤷[solve me, before] [speaker with the dead]

sungyoon

Blurbs:

[brand new gravity] [save me, save you] (title swap game with @weuschoiceheart​) 💕 [subjectification] 💕 [feel my rhythm]  [a melody for you, who are hiding in the dark] (title swap game with @camellia-bee​)  [sooo, what did I miss?] 💕

jangjun

Blurbs:

[softer spike] [proper proposal] [the antithesis of tranquility] 💕 [patching up] 

youngtaek

Blurbs:

[things we know] [meet the magic]  [unsweet treats] 

seungmin

Blurbs:

[meet me beneath the waves] 💕 [find me] [dress and decorum] [the colour of enthusiasm and nature]  [not to me]

jaehyun

Blurbs:

[no need] [fan the fire] [head, meet wall]

jibeom

Blurbs:

[tell it to the moon] [take your second left at] [target practice] 💕 ⤷[target aquired] [the night has just begun] 💕🍓 [on this morning] [love you like] [one step, two steps] (title swap game with @blossom-hwa) [the colour of timeless elegance]

donghyun

Hold Me; Heal Me 💕

In a world where a soulmate’s touch can heal any wound, you would think you’d have no worries. But after your soulmate told you he didn’t want to be exactly that, you set your heart aside. It shouldn’t matter anyways, you reasoned. What need does a vigilante have of soulmates? Part two: Find Me; Fear Me

Blurbs:

[sweet typos] [liquid sunlight] 💕 [electronic network love]

joochan

Blurbs:

[stranger in blue] [dream walker] [troubled waters]  [the colour of happiness and energy] 

Bomin

Rookie Moves

On his first ever mission, Bomin decides to play hero.

Blurbs:

[not for tomorrow] [warm welcome] 🍓 [what could’ve been a nightmare] [the colour of courage and roses] 

main masterlist

[aldrendaux]

I've been going through the fanfics in the fandom I recently got obsessed with results page by results page, reading the ones with summaries that appeal to me.

Basically, I've filtered out the ships/age rating/categories I'm not interested in, filtered in my favorite character, and as I've worked my way into fanfics past (the ones that haven't updated since 2021 or earlier), I've filtered out unfinished fics so that I don't get invested in too many abandoned works as there's no accounting for incomplete series or fics the were purposefully abandoned (sometimes I can't help myself in spite of the oftentimes giant "DISCONTINUED" or "PERMANENT hiatus" emblazoned in the summary if the story's blurb is interesting enough).

I've found some real gems as I've gone back through the years of this fandom's fanfics, I'm currently working through fics from 2012/11, and I'm on the 242nd page of 278 pages of results for the filters I've set, and that's just for Ao3!

FF.net is a bit more difficult to go through with its more imprecise filters and the app doesn't let me start from the earliest (my preferred method of fic combing on that site), only the latest, so I've somewhat given up on FF.net's collection, since the site became so clunky to use.

Go read an old fic.

There’s such recency bias in fandom. As an author you post something, get a few reactions, and then it goes off into the bin. As a reader you check the tags, see what’s new, and move on. But a lot of old stuff is really good. It’s just sitting there, gathering dust, waiting for someone to take a peek.

So go on. Treat yourself.

Read an old fic.

[ldportfo]

Starting this just so I have a place I can collect my various work from junior college up to my current independent work, will be updated as projects are worked on. Most of the early posts are art projects from various courses throughout college, most animations throughout college will be rough and/or unfinished. Posts will be accompanied by a short blurb providing context for the piece in question.

[harleyacoincidence]

Hi! Im trying to collect information from writeblrs about the stories everyone writes. That includes you! Yay!

If you dont mind, can you share wips, characters, blurbs, funfacts? Go nuts, im here to listen!

I apologize for not getting back to you for a little while. It took me some time to type all of this out and make sure it was somewhat concise.

Fun Facts About the Author:

I’ve been writing/telling stories for as long as I can remember.

I was obsessed with reading until I was about thirteen, when I began to get more serious about creative writing.

The franchises and books that were partial to me when I was a kid have influenced all my works, whether accidentally or on purpose. This means that if we’ve ever had a fandom in common, you will most likely know due to the way I write or the events that take place/characters I have in my works. While I’ve never directly copied a character from an existing work into one of my original ones, I tend to take a trait that I liked from the original character and tweak it, using said trait as a base for one of my characters.

Alright, onto the meat of this post. Get some popcorn and a drink, we’re going to be here for a while.

WIPS I Am Currently Editing/Working On:

The WIP With No Name

Love Corrupts Fresh Lilies

The Devoted Musician

These do not include completed WIPs, deleted WIPs, forgotten WIPs (rest in peace to those ones) or WIPs that were not originally created by me. You will not find any WIPs that someone else made the idea for that I assisted with here, as they are not my WIPs. Keep scrolling if you would like a short and mostly spoiler-free explanation of each.

Still here? Great! Welcome to the abominable mess that is my head.

The WIP With No Name

I started this WIP all the way back in high school. It’s certainly not my best work, but I was proud of it at the time.

I’ve since updated it to fit the times (and another WIP I helped with at one point), but it’s still not perfect and most likely never will be.

It has three instalments, the last of which is still unfinished. I am unsure where to take the plot, but I’m quite close to figuring it out. After I’ve officially finished all three instalments, I plan to rework it.

The cast for this series is quite large, which is one of the problems, as I cannot develop all the characters in it properly for the length that fits it best.

This series is about a young girl who finds herself to be the outcast in many places outside of school. She’s adopted and doesn’t have the best relationship with her parents (especially her father). Her cousin is jealous of her ability to summon demons better than she can. The whole demon-summoning thing starts the protagonist down a long and dark path, getting more corrupt with every being she hosts.

I do not associate any songs with this WIP.

Out of Context Blurbs:

“You thinking about your parents again?” he asked, not letting go.

            “Yeah…”

            “Don’t worry. I know it’s hard.”

            “I know I’m adopted, but…does that really make me unwanted? Why do they never seem to have time for me? Am I that bad? Do they just want to use me for insurance or something? Did I do something?”

            “Henriette!”

“Sydney, don’t tell me what to do! I’m just sharing my ideas. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s a free country, right?”

            “Who taught you that phrase? You’re eight!”

            “You, dingus. Remember?”

            “Oh yeah. Sorry.”

“You’re going to kill me anyway. I might as well stall you for as long as I can before you kill everyone else I know too. You’re making things easier by using weapons, you know. Are they just for show, or are you more human than demon? Something seems off about you. Are you sure Henriette’s not the one in control? Besides, what’s up with these weapons? None of them make any sense to be together, unless you’re actually just somebody who runs tabletop RPGs. I mean, that’s cool with me, I did that once. Actually, it would explain a lot of things about you. You seem like the type of guy to railroad your players though, and I don’t respect that. Do you run tabletop RPGs? You should. You could, like, give your players a better experience by, like, actually showing them the areas they’re in and the monsters they’re fighting. I think it would be good for you,” Elliot babbled, not entirely sure of what he was saying anymore.

“What-”

“Yeah, if you want help getting players or setting up a story or something, I’m your guy! I’ve done this stuff before, so I can give you some help or advice, whatever you need. Don’t hesitate to ask!” Elliot grinned, inching past Hadeon and slowly backing into the hallway. Hadeon watched him as he walked by, a puzzled expression on his face.

“I-”

“WELL IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU, BYEEEEE!” Elliot shrieked as he sprinted down the hall, through the first room, and out the metal door, dropping the whip as he ran.

Love Corrupts Fresh Lilies

In other words, the “Look Ma, the WIP with a title!” one.

While there is a title, it’s only a working one. It always seemed a bit long, but it’s the one on my list that fits the story best.

I started this WIP a few years ago (can’t recall how many as of now) as a collection of poems.

I’ve been slowly turning the list of poems into a novel, and hopefully it’ll be better than my last WIP. If it’s not, I’ll throw my microwave out my window. (I won’t actually do that, I just want a WIP that’s not entirely trash. I desperately need to improve my writing skills.)

This WIP is similar to the last in terms of the protagonist and their development, but the plot is completely different. The protagonist is almost entirely forsaken by members of society and has an awful relationship with her cousin. However, instead of bringing beings from other worlds into hers, she falls into another dimension, one full of different deities. She finds love there and is slowly corrupted to her lover’s liking. How charming!

Some songs I associate with this WIP include Sway With Me by Saweetie & GALXARA, Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin, and Feed the Machine by Poor Man’s Poison.

Out of Context Blurbs:

It stung as it hit my skin. It stung even more as I felt the object reposition itself and pump my veins full of the substance I wasn’t allowed to see. I could imagine it being somewhat viscous, like thinned paint. I didn’t know what colour it was, but I thought of it as something dark and dreary, like old mauve or hunter green. Maybe even a deep plum or navy. No, navy was too unnatural. What’s navy coloured other than a boring prep school’s uniform?

I found everything I loved in that aroma. Roses. Pine trees. Tomatoes. Old books. Sawdust. Smoked gouda.

The Devoted Musician

Oh boy, this is always either the WIP I have to do the most explaining for or the one I explain the least about, for the same reason.

This WIP is one that I’ve worked on consistently for seven years. Well, I’ve worked on three of the characters for eight, but not the actual story.

This WIP is the closest to completion and takes the form of an analog horror series. A partner and I (who has asked to remain anonymous on Tumblr) are working on producing it together, though the original story is mine.

I don’t want to spoil too much, but the first instalment is up on YouTube, and for its purpose, it looks great.

This WIP follows my foolproof formula of “idiot does something stupid and pays the price for it, as does everyone else”.

There isn’t much else I can share about this WIP, as I don’t want to spoil too much (in other words, I actually am posting this entire one).

The main song I associate with this WIP is Who Is She? by I Monster.

In terms of my characters, see A Comprehensive Guide to My OCs - A Masterlist

[burtlederp]

A Collection of Unfinished Blurbs: Part 2

If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this funky little series, just let me know!

Written 20 June, 2020; It is extremely unlikely that I'll ever continue this piece, no matter how much everyone might or might not like it. The reason being that I have no idea who is the center of this piece. I don't know if it's Elias, Milo, Grant, no idea. And I can tell this was supposed to Go Somewhere, but without knowing who it is, I can't go anywhere with it. :( Which is very sad, because I quite love this a lot.

TW: Excessive self-hate.

----

I'm not good enough.

He thinks it constantly. The incandescent lights overhead buzz endlessly, like cicadas in the summer, on and on and on.

I'm not good enough.

He's writing, the sound of his pen echoing in the office as it scrapes against the paper. With every word, every letter, every curved line, he thinks it.

I'm not good enough.

He's critiqing his own work as he goes but changing very few things. He's mentally kicking himself and wishing he could do it physically as well, just to drive his own points, his own scathing corrections home.

I'm not good enough.

His hand is bleeding, but he doesn't notice until a drop of bright red suddenly appears on the paper, like it came from out of the pen. He gasps softly, lifting his pen and looking for its source. He notices a sore on the first knuckle of his ring finger, rubbed raw and open and bleeding from holding his writing utensil incorrectly, to his horror.

I'm not good enough.

He feels the sting now of the sore as he stares at it, feels the ache of his hand and his wrist from holding the pencil so tightly for so long. His rear has gone numb in his seat. His head is pounding, he's parched, his stomach is empty, he feels weak and tired and--

I'm not good enough.

He puts down his pen and leans back in his chair, sighing. He rubs his face, trying to bring his thoughts back together. He'd had them all in once place, all lined up neat and orderly, but then he got distracted and--

I'm not good enough.

He stared tiredly down at the paper, feeling empty in more ways than just hunger. He has to get this report filed before he goes home, but as he stares down at the words he's written in neat, hand-lettered script, they blur and lose meaning.

[flooficandii]

oh good god a writing feature umm umm ermmmm looks around haha wym i dont write .... you lie....

ok anyway head in hands . flooficandii hidden fanfiction feature lets get into it

whats in the wipbox floofi????

roulette - not really a singular file . more of a media/project in general ??? does this count if me and the co author havent exactly written it yet??? For a while???? anyway in short this is me and stars' original universe . technically theirs but we merged our ocverses in like 2018/2019 so now we have a very rich deep story with several layers of worldbuilding and lore....that we arent touching because the fandom brainworms are too strong (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

in which a reception is spoiled - not quite a wip since its already finished but i barely leave stuff unfinished anyway so . putting it on here just to have smth . a ficlet detailing the night paloma pascual was invited to her ex-husband's wedding.. and how she handles it after a few drinks

Title - yeah this is untitled dawg i use my notes app i just start writing 😭😭 anyway this one is a short dialogue in valorant's voicemail format. this details the past events of episode 5, in which nuniq is sent on missions to omega earth, and how it takes a toll on her

jag stuff - very loose, messy characterbuilding notes for jaguar . loosely details his childhood and life before joining the military. has a partner file that explores how he navigates relationships

vel99 - an even looser collection of details, dialogue blurbs, character and dynamic exploration for paloma and miguel's situationship that i started writing literally after i finished watching atsv for the first time . building up on it as i go as their concept gets more refined

got tagged by @thesungod and @seavoice to post the names of five files in my wip folder—regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

(ask me about any of this im more than happy to infodump!!!)

den of dens: concepts, outline, and everything else - aka the very messy first draft of my biggest project (so far)!! to summarize: judas iscariot gets reincarnated as highschool teacher ezel osman in martial law philippines. ezel is forced to reconcile with the fate of his past self and the aftermaths of his Choice, two thousand years later.

nothing new about the new year, kuya - a dialogue scene between ezel's daughter, arwen osman, and her best friend alyosha trinidad. on new year's eve, arwen prepares to make an important decision. written in manuscript form.

with or without you, i'll get over fine - fic outline, post-ToA. apollo dies in tartarus + olympus falls apart + nico and meg team up to retrieve his corpse. i have No Idea how to turn this into a proper fic

unnamed good omens/dod crossover - completely, embarrassingly, self indulgent......that's all i'm gonna say for now.......

unnamed one piece oc x canon time travel fic - siso and zoro get into an argument. unable to control her godly temper, siso accidentally transports the straw hat pirates back in time and into her past.

tagging @stygianheart @swordsmans @ohsoldier @flooficandii and @starstainedtarts !! i love y'all's writing sm

[skuhy]

kiribaku fic recommendations

-a (too long) collection of my all-time favourite kiribaku fanfics! :) (available on ao3!!)

-Artificial Affection by KiriBakuHappiness

chapters: 1/??

(unfinished)

Hello Bakugou-san, welcome to Karbon Copy!

Your new personal AI wellness companion is only [1 day old] but it’s already capable of changing your life. Kiri-bot will help you become a better you, and provide you with the support that you need whenever you need it most. Have you got goosebumps yet? We do too! Follow the personalized link to get started!

Katsuki stared at the generic, copy-paste, IOS-riddled template. He continued to flick his pen around restlessly between his calloused fingers while he read that carefully crafted marketing blurb over and over again before he finally straightened up in his seat and flipped open the cover of his brand new composition notebook.

Well… better get this shit over with.

-- OR --

After being forced to take a leave of absence from his research program at the Musutafu Artificial Intelligence Agency, AI-software engineer Bakugou Katsuki decides to bring his work home with him.

-Why Is Everything So Weird With the Lights Off? by KiriBakuHappiness (yes, again)

chapters: 1/1

Kirishima’s never really considered what Bakugou would be like when he was drunk and he’s kind of curious to find out but also a little apprehensive. This was still Lord Explosion Murder he was dealing with, after all.

Bakugou stops in the middle of the room, taking in all of the posters on the walls and eyeing suspiciously at the punching bag as if he’s never seen one before in his life. He sways a little before he frowns and squints dangerously. Kirishima tenses in preparation for some snarky remark about his inability to decorate, but all that comes out of Bakugou’s slurred mouth is, “This isn’t my fucking room.”

Wow, okay, maybe he’s a lot more drunk than Kirishima first thought.

--OR--

Kirishima can't imagine who would be trying to talk to him so late on a school night, but when he opens the door and finds Bakugou Katsuki drunk, he can't just turn him away, right? What kind of a friend would he be if he did that?

-Roses are red and they taste like shit by Unbreakable_Red_Riot

chapters: 6/6

Katsuki was really fucking sick of the smell of flowers.

-I wasn't looking for love (but then there you were) by dragontrappedinhumanskin

chapters: 1/1

Bakugo always fucking hated riding the subway every week, its crowded, loud and he's tired, but then he starts seeing the same redhead every time.

-- Katsuki blinked in disbelief. What the shit, he’s asking to play rock, paper, scissors. Is he fucking five years old? Who can be this stupid?! And he took his hand off the handle, does he want to fall?

Katsuki glared at him, but the redhead just smiled, and his eyes glint with a challenge, and before Katsuki can really think it through he’s taking his free hand and making a fist in front of himself.

The redhead’s smile turned less challenging and more cheerful, and Katsuki decided that this might not be that bad. He’s going to fucking crush him at rock, paper, scissors, even if it’s a stupid game.

-My Baby (Literally) by dragontrappedinhumanskin (yep, again)

chapters: 1/1

Bakugo gets turned into his five year old self.

__ He finally notices the blond fluffy hair, and with that anger, and the lack of Bakugo even though he’d been running errands with Aizawa as a chaperone. . . No fucking way.

-hummingbird boy by gumrude and liliumm

chapters: 1/1

Bakugou has dimples.

They’re not noticeable. Not by much, not with the way he scowls to hide them. But Kirishima still catches them, the first time he makes Bakugou crack a grin after he trips and fails a new stunt on his skateboard.

When Kirishima sees it—it’s a tiny dip in his cheeks, and one under his chin. They’re out in the sun, and small shadows tuck into his dimples charmingly. He’s grinning wide, boyish and rude and unhinged. He’s laughing, too, and the sound is brash.

Or; Kirishima learning what it really means to yearn.

-president of the krbk club by hiuythn

chapters: 1/1

Izuku watches, in a disbelieving and horrified sort of fascination, as Kirishima and Bakugou fall in love.

-disarm me by hiuythn (YES, again)

chapters: 2/2

Bakugou’s hands are made for winning.

They’re made to reach for victory, to grab what they want and refuse to let go.

Bakugou’s hands are not made for holding. They’re not made to cradle, or to help. His hands are calloused and rough. They are not meant to cherish, to be gentle, to be safe.

When he’s not using them to blast his opponents to dust, he keeps them sheathed in his pockets like the weapons they are. A gesture of goodwill—a handshake, from him, would be deadly. His hands are deadly.

And that’s how he likes it.

That is, until Kirishima.

-i can be needy (way too damn needy) by hiuythn (AND again)

chapters: 1/1

Standing on your own for so long has its drawbacks. Bakugou learns.

-ORBIT by hiuythn (...i like hiuythn)

chapters: 4/4

Bakugou is hit with a quirk that throws him through space and time—only to end up at Kirishima’s side every time.

-help me get out of my head by popcap

chapters: 1/1

“Don’t let go."

"Deal."

-to bury my love by armadil_Lo

chapters: 1/1

Bakugou Katsuki has been in love with Kirishima Eijirou for six years. And today, Kirishima is marrying somebody else.

-every little bit (helps the fire burn) by mintandmarmalade

chapters: 1/2

(unfinished)

Force is all Katsuki’s ever known. He’s never stopped fighting, and he has no intention of changing that now. It’s worked for him so far.

But the new guy lifts a rough, bandaged hand out of his pocket before answering; his eyes are bright, like he’s thrilled to get to take the mic. “Hey! I’m Kirishima,” he says, then locks eyes with Katsuki before flashing a grin full of huge, shark-like teeth. “Nice t’meet you guys!”

Oh, no.

There’s no fucking way this is happening.

Katsuki has spent his whole life trying to prove himself by beating down everyone who doubts him, whether they think he’s weak or because his bullshit Goddess of a mom won’t stop flinging love interests his way. That was the plan for his sixth summer at Camp Half Blood - never show weakness, even if the new Ares kid with the unwavering smile isn’t deterred by his walls.

Honestly, it's not going great.

-it's really good to hear your voice by mintandmarmalade (again)

chapters: 1/1

Kirishima Eijirou is happy - twenty-five years old, a rising pro hero, and living with his childhood best friend and long-term boyfriend, he has everything he could ask for. He’s happy. He has to be. This must be all he’s ever wanted.

Late one night, Eijirou gets a phone call from the one person who makes him wonder.

[ievaxol]

MUNK'S (simple) CRASH COURSE TO BOOKMARKS ON AO3

So, a recent discussion alerted me to the fact that not everyone knows that you can bookmark on ao3 or how, so here’s another ao3 crash course for this useful function!

Picture this; you’ve read a fantastic story and you want to save it somehow so you can revisit it over and over. Alternately, you are reading an unfinished fic and (like me) despise emails and would like a way other than subscribing to check on those sweet WIPs. That’s where bookmarks come in!

(i browsed ao3 in light mode for this. appreciate this sacrifice)

Self-explanatory perhaps, but clicking the bookmarks button at the bottom of a fic brings up this menu:

This is where the fun begins (now this is bookmarking!)

The notes section is where you can write a little blurb to yourself about the fic. Want to jot down your thoughts? Want to make a note of it being unfinished so you remember to revisit? This is where that can be done.

Underneath that comes your tags — extremely useful once your bookmarks hit the 100+ amount! You can tag it with fandoms, tropes, anything that’ll help you sort those bookmarks out. Simply type up a tag and either press enter or comma once you're done and watch that beautiful sorting system take shape.

Unfinished, hurt/comfort, oneshot,fandom Y — for example.

For the sake of simplicity I’ll be skipping the add to collections, since that’s not often done and most authors have toggled so that they have to give permission for the work to be collected, whereas bookmarks can be done on all fics.

The last toggle is one of the most important features of bookmarks! If you click Private Bookmark, it’ll be hidden on your profile and while the author can see the number of bookmarks in their stats, they won’t actually be able to see who has bookmarked if it's marked private. This also hides your commentary in the notes as well as your tags.

If you instead toggle Rec or simply none of those boxes at all, then the author as well as anyone visiting your profile will see it listed among your bookmarks. While I’m not here to decide for you what the right etiquette is when it comes to criticism in bookmarks, adding ratings for yourself or such things — keep that in mind. Be kind and remember, authors are people who do this for the love the given fandom.

Rec marks the bookmark with a heart in your profile and shows it off as a work you recommend to everyone.

Once you’re done with as much or little customization as you like, we hit create!

yippeeeee

Within a few minutes it’ll appear on your profile.

(nice)

Here you’ll find a full list of all your bookmarks, both private and public and recommended. 

Screenshotted from ao3’s own symbols key, this is an easy way to determine if your bookmark is public or not.

Once in your bookmark list you can use the search as you would when looking for other ao3 fics (i’ve made a crash course to searching here) and you can even include or exclude your own tags, making it easy to find and check on those unfinished fics, or perhaps locate that hurt/comfort you read ages back and vaguely remember bookmarking… It’s a brilliant way to sort fics you’ve read and enjoyed, as well as keep little notes about how the fic made you feel, the thoughts on the new chapters — the sky’s your limit!

If you discover that guilty pleasure fic you don’t want everyone else to know you read and enjoyed is public on your profile, then simply hit the edit and mark the bookmark as private. You can also add/delete tags, update your notes and so on.

Hopefully this enlightened you somewhat on the bookmarks function, happy reading!

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #53

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Astrid dressed and emerged from her house. Now she could see the dragons in the firelight. More encouraging, she could see her fellow Vikings waving eels around more than swords. 

She ran down to the supply warehouse to collect an eel for her own, only once there, she was disappointed to find they were all gone, taken by vikings one step ahead of her. 

Well, maybe there were some at the docks!  

A flaming Nightmare screamed over her head, colliding manically into the warehouse, and predictably igniting it. The Nightmare shook off its collision and flew off. 

“Come on, man,” Astrid chastised the beast, long after it was gone. At that point, she began the water brigade, grabbing a bucket and getting to work putting out fires. That’s what she was supposed to do, anyways. What all the teens her age were supposed to do. Anyone that hadn’t passed dragon training was on water duty. 

She held the bucket in her off hand, because with her right, she still couldn’t form a fist to hold the handle. 

A grim reminder of what was lost. 

But it didn’t matter. She had Stormfly now, and soon, Stormfly would be living among them. Stormfly, Toothless, Cloudjumper, and Valka. They could all have a home in the village. 

Once three houses were out, Astrid could see a lot of the dragons retreating. The raid was coming to its close, with a lot more smoke and fire in the air than ever before. Astrid decided it was time to get Stormfly and rendezvous with Hiccup, even if he had never asked for it. 

“Astrid! Lass!” Phlegma ran towards her, just as she was turning towards the woods. “Your house is on fire!” 

“Oh come on!” Astrid threw her arms up in defeat, and went to go get the bucket again.