#and now i have a trillion new fic ideas to write

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Lmao ignore me if u want but I have two questions

How would Kai be as a werewolf alpha???

And if he was a demigod like percy Jackson would would he be the son of???????

Here is a picture of our pookie as an apology

First of all, that gif is making me absolutely FERAL. Second, I want to bite him. [you have a lovely clavicle; i'm a neck person; that's just silly, you can't stop being a neck person] Third, you never bother me, I promise! I love answering these & talking to you through them (& comments)! I've just been so out of sorts lately with my home life and work life - both chaotic - but desperately have been needing to get back in the swing of things in terms of writing / posting / answering!

Now, to tackle these questions that have both brought hearts to my eyes... (and I was so excited, I made dividers to split them up)

tw: some nsfw (can I even write that on tumblr anymore?) on the wolf portion, but no warnings on the demigod part

#1 - werewolf alpha kai

FUCK

do notttt get me started on wolf kai; how the fuuuck have I not wolf-i-fied him yet 😭😭

okay. I had it down so bad for jacob in the great edward vs jacob debacle of the 2000s. I was OBSESSED with wolves / werewolves in general, too

funnily enough, I don't give a damn for the wolves in tvd. Tyler's fine. Hayley is fine in TO (not tvd tho lmao). The rest in TVD / TO are whatever; the ones in Legacies are HORRID

BUT wolf!kai would be sooo hot; alpha wolf kai especially, oh heaven help me

this man is already dominant & controlling, and with his SO, protective, but add that wolf gene and he's tenfold

he'd be an absolute menace... to damon, to tyler, to mystic falls in general, & maybe even to klaus... & to my ovaries...

starting off, let's just picture him as a wolf

i was actually thinking about this the other day... what if the actual reason that he was "an abomination" was if he had the wolf gene on top of the siphon gene somehow. like, joshua wasn't his real father, or his mother wasn't his real mother, idk, but joshua HATES him for it (kinda like klaus)

kai's childhood is the same - violent, abusive, isolated - and he ends up in the '94 PW the same way, but while kai shows damon and bonnie his ability to siphon, he never reveals the wolf part

when he gets back to the real world, he's going to have to transition again, bc he's no longer on a repeating loop of the same day, so he carefully plans for this

he makes sporadic disappearances throughout the month, so that no one ever catches on to him being absent on full moons

the only reason he's caught, is because [reader] stumbles upon him entering / coming off his transition, but lucky she's been crushing on him or is a wolf herself

if i were to write this out, this is as much plot as i've developed. i would add a bit in there, too, where she mentions klaus, maybe she has a connection to him, and they both can commiserate on their similar childhoods together

but that's all i've got so far; idk if i'm doing anything with it

regardless, wolfy kai!

SO

he'd be so much more temperamental & combative

if damon were to know, he'd be like, oh ffs not another one

but this gene also makes him stronger than if he were just a witch

imagine Tyler's fondness for fight picking + Kai's own flirty / cocky attitude + werewolf lore behavior + alpha behavior, and you've got a dangerous mix wrapped up in one very attractive man, i mean, just look at the gif

whether you're a wolf or not, he puts himself in charge of protecting you, even if you're quite capable of defending yourself

he has to have an arm or a leg wrapped around you, too, and is always on alert, even in his sleep

is also a very cuddly sleeper, is a big spoon, and will throw a fit if he can't sleep with you for some reason

when he's alone with you, he's his usual goofy self, and maybe takes a second to get himself under control in serious situations

but also as an alpha, still knows when to snap into his dominant demeanor when the situation calls for it

now... i've thought up several different scenarios where we could have wolfy kai... and since i'm me, i also have an nsfw section

...so here's that one first

breeding kink would be off the charts

especially as an alpha, where it's so innate, and if he has a pack, a desire to keep it going & keep it strong

and like tyler mentioned, "being horny all the time"

huge biting kink, but only if you're a wolf, too

play bites as a way to show affection, but bites during sex, too

bites in places visible to others; always marking you as his

again, dominant, and would be one to pin you down or keep a hand on your throat as a means of control

would be so into praising you, during & after, telling you how well you did & how proud he is (& how good of a mom you're gonna be jfdsnls)

on the flip side, i don't think he'd be much into exhibitionism / voyeurism because he'd want you all for himself & would not want anyone to see you in one of your most vulnerable states

however, if you were in a pack and someone was hitting on you & not taking any hints that you're taken, he'd probably engage it in to some degree just to teach that someone a lesson that you're his

wolf!reader x wolf!kai

when you're nesting, he's already getting excited. tries to stick his nose in your business, though, and several times, you've bitten his nose to get him out of your space, but he just gets more excited

when ~the time~ finally comes, he tries to control himself, but sometimes gets lost in the pleasure

you have to safeword somewhat often, which he always respects

and his aftercare is always perfect, regardless if you used the word or not

outside of the sexual realm, you are always together

it takes some time to sink into his stubborn head, but you protect him as much as he protects you, and he's very grateful for it

the two of you are your own little pack

and tyler is very jealous of it

eyes roll all across the room when you enter, because the MF gang is pre-preparing for the sass and stubbornness they're about to face; you compliment him well, much to their dismay

but on the bright side, he kills much less, and only threatens or kills if someone threatens himself or you

on a side note, i can see tyler trying to recreate your bond with liv, and her not wanting any part of that wolfishness

she will date him but she won't engage with that, especially considering tyler's wolf-associated anger issues, and kai being her brother who she wants nothing to do with

...but, she has to hand it to you for getting him under control & to her absolute disbelief that it could happen, loving him the way you do (jo, too, is practically astonished, however grateful - he is her twin, after all)

non-wolf!reader x wolf!kai

now, if you're a vamp, he has to be very careful not to bite

tricky during sex sometimes; difficult when you insist on helping him transition

it's much of a caroline x tyler thing; you refuse to leave him but he's terrified of hurting you

whether you're human, or a witch, or a vampire, he could hurt you, and the thought terrifies him

is insistent on a buddyship with damon or stefan, so that they can call klaus if an emergency ever occurs

both are reluctant, but are friends with you, and if something ever does happen, they'd hate for you to suffer, so they do

klaus gets involved & he and kai bond more than anyone would've anticipated

maybe kai reminds klaus a bit of himself - his childhood, his difficult relationships with his siblings, his fancy for one person in particular; maybe kai also reminds him a bit of kol, his own brother with a head full of sarcasm & jokes and a penchant for violence

although, if this is alpha!kai, klaus would notice that immediately and would have an, oh shit, this kid's powerful, moment that would knock him off his feet

kai might not even realize the strength he has, or he does, but doesn't let on to anyone that he knows how powerful he is

regardless of which, klaus knows he has to stay on his good side, and maybe he tells stefan to do the same for his own good

as long as no one becomes a threat, kai keeps his cool, but that alpha side comes out when he's protecting you or himself

and that, for whoever poor soul, is fucking terrifying

#2 - demigod parent

alright... first thought was Hades bc he's so dark & eerie

then I was like nah, way too much of a basic answer, just to tag anyone with a closed off personality and dark clothes as a Hades' kid (don't get me wrong, I love Nico, but in comparison, he & Kai are nothing alike)

Kai just doesn't have the personality of Hades' kids; he is way more than the dark witch he's made out to be by writers

he's extremely talkative, rather lively, & outgoing

ofc he's got that unpredictability & hair-raising ability to slink around like a cat without being noticed (i.e. stalking damon and bonnie for 4 months without their knowledge), but he doesn't scream child of Hades when we learn how talkative and touchy he actually is

so then, bc I haven't read PJO in 6 years, I did some research

Ares became a possibility... he's got some anger issues & is good with a knife

however, he doesn't seem like a child of war

most of his childhood, we can assume, he spent trying to avoid his father's anger & disapproval

sibling murder was the last resort for a depressed, distanced kid who was taught life didn't matter as long as the coven survived

and as vengeful and argumentative as he is, I wouldn't put him in a box with Clarisse, who picked fights 24/7

Hecate came to mind, but as a siphon, I think maybe not

if it was Hecate, he'd probably be outcasted by his half-siblings (and then I'd have to fight them, and it'd be a whole thing), so I took Hecate out of the choices

then, after more research, the obvious answer became Hermes

Kai is such a little shit

he's funny, sarcastic, and just seems like the guy to love a good prank

he's very smart, and can be manipulative if he wants / needs to be

his half siblings would more or less equal him in intelligence and personality, so he wouldn't feel the need to slice & dice them

(and also, doesn't Hermes have the most kids? bc his parents had a fuck ton of kids, so Kai would totally be used to having SO MANY siblings)

(plus unclaimed kids stayed in Hermes' cabin & Kai knows what it's like to be a family reject; they can commiserate)

not to mention, Luke was a child of Hermes, and I vaguely remember he went a little dark & crazy, too

granted, that could happen to anyone, but I can see Kai & Luke being like, hey, half-sibling, ~you're just as sane as I am~

now...

I also considered Aphrodite, and stay with me, bc he's so fucking gorgeous (I mean, again, look at that gif), and it would be cool to have a child of love with his emotions so turned off

imagine his father was so abusive (which he was), that Kai was so shut off when he got to camp

everyone shared rumors about his parentage; whispers of Hades circulated the most

but then it's Aphrodite who claims him, and everyone, Kai included, is shocked

for awhile, his siblings kinda outcast him & he's feeling it; he has definitely considered running away

but someone gives him a chance, maybe someone who feels equally unlike their godly parent approaches him & gains his trust, or maybe it's someone who doesn't like to see others treated the way his half-siblings are treating him

either way, he slowly opens up to them & begins to trust them; they return these feelings to him

with time, he gets fiercely protective & caring towards that person; he shows love in his own ways

eventually, his siblings start to see it & open up to him

once Kai realizes they're being genuine, he shows them similar attention, care, & protection

he might not be the typical child of Aphrodite, but his dulled emotions start to come through once he's given a chance & a safe space

... But as much as I love this headcanon, I say he's 100% child of Hermes. He just fits the bill completely, and I freaking love it.

[corneliastreetapartment]

Only You

Masterlist for this fic

Chapter 1 : Who the hell is Damon Bradley?

In a dimly lit living room, bathed in the silver glow of a summer moon, the scene unfolds. The moonlight spills through a window, casting an ethereal glow on the surroundings.

A pair of candles cast a warm light upon old family photos. These photos capture weddings from generations past—brides in pristine white gowns, their youthful grooms standing proudly beside them, frozen in time. Two voices emerge.

Regulus, an earnest voice, breaks the silence, his tone filled with admonition.

"Stop pushing it. You're not supposed to force it. You're supposed to just let it happen," he chides.

Sirius, a voice exuding a hint of impatience, responds in defense.

"I'm not pushing it; you're pushing it."

Regulus counters, his voice growing firmer.

"I am not."

A moment of silence descends until Regulus's voice breaks it again.

"You're pushing it again."

Sirius sighs in exasperation.

"Well, hurry up. My foot's falling asleep."

Regulus playfully accuses his mother in the next room.

"Mo-mmm. Sirius is pushing it. Mom?"

From the adjoining room, Mom's voice offers advice.

"Sirius, don't push it."

They are playing with a Ouija board. To clarify, the players are Regulus, a stubborn  eleven-year-old, and his older brother Sirius, an even more stubborn boy, aged ten.

Sirius, now defending himself, asserts

"I'M NOT PUSHING IT."

Regulus, seemingly undistracted, says "Wait. I have to write this down."

An annoyed groan escapes Sirius as Regulus grabs a piece of paper and begins scribbling a series of letters.

Regulus's voice, still busy writing, continues with a sense of wonder.

"Aunt Druella told me everybody has a soulmate."

Regulus's voice shifts, conveying determination.

"But most people never find theirs, most people settle. I'm never gonna settle."

Regulus looks up at the summer moon, now obscured by passing clouds.

"This way I'll know the name of the Woman I'm supposed to wait for."

The Ouija board's planchette continues to move around, stopping at various letters that Regulus carefully records.

Sirius, ever the skeptic, raises a perplexing scenario.

"Yeah, but what if she lived a billion, trillion years ago? Like, what if she was a caveman, and now she’s dead?"

Regulus dismisses his brother's idea with a touch of impatience.

"Don't be stupid, Sirius. If She’s my destiny, then obviously, she has to be alive."

Another letter on the board.

"Yeah, but what if She doesn't live here? Like, what if She’s a cannibal in New Guinea or something?"

Regulus asserts his belief.

"If I live here, then she lives here. Fate wouldn't make a mistake like that."

After a pause and another letter, Sirius continues his questioning, adopting the role of the devil's advocate.

"Yeah, but... but, Regulus, what if she does live here, and one day you just walk past her on the street? I mean, you don't hear her name, you don't get a chance to introduce yourselves. You practically bump straight into each other, but you never even know it?"

Regulus, resolute, declares with certainty.

"We'll KNOW."

Sirius, conceding, replies with a hint of sarcasm.

"Okaaaaayyyy."

As the planchette on the Ouija board comes to a halt, Regulus writes down the final letter. The moon reemerges from behind the clouds, casting a bright white beam of light onto the name revealed on the board.

Regulus, his voice now barely a whisper, utters the name with awe.

"Damon Bradley."

Regulus looks up, completely spellbound.

Regulus Is confused at the fact that its a man whereas Sirius isn't very much confused at all. He’s know for a while now, much long ago about himself.

"He’s the one?" regulus questions to himself, confused

A beat of silence follows, broken by Sirius's sarcastic comment.

"Goodie. Can I ask about the Series now?"

---

THREE YEARS LATER.

Amidst the cacophony of a local carnival, with whirling lights and the raucous laughter of attendees, the scene unfolds.

Up on the towering ferris wheel, a group of junior high school boys distinguish themselves by gleefully hurling water balloons down at the carnival-goers. Among these mischievous participants is Lucius Malfoy.

Clustered in front of the booth "MADAME DIVINA'S FORTUNE TELLING BOOTH" with a sign that reads "Know Your Fate" are a group of junior high school students.

Among the girls, Regulus, stands out. His cousin, Andy, prods another girl playfully.

"Go on, go on... She wants to know if she's gonna marry Rodolphus."

The girl in question, Bellatrix, vehemently denies the suggestion.

"I do not. I'm not gonna marry Rodolphus. He doesn't even have a car."

Emmeline Vance chimes in, offering her perspective.

"But he's got pretty eyes. That means your kids would have pretty eyes. You can always get a car later, but you can't always find pretty eyes. You gotta think ahead."

Dorcas interjects with financial wisdom.

"Who cares about pretty eyes, Emmeline? I'm telling you, stocks, bonds, real estate—that's what you wanna look for in a man."

Pandora, a thoughtful voice, contributes her own views.

"My mom told me you gotta want the same things out of life. Have the same values, be able to communicate."

The girls collectively look at Pandora, puzzled.

Pandora quickly backpedals.

"I'm just telling you what she said."

The girls continue to regard her with bemusement.

"It's not like I believed her or anything..."

Regulus, standing nearby, offers his own perspective when asked by Andy.

"I think you're all wrong."

Andy, intrigued, probes further.

"What do you think the most important thing is, Regulus?"

Regulus, without a hint of doubt, states his belief firmly.

"True love. I believe there's one special person out there who's meant for each of us. And when your eyes meet, it'll be magic, and you'll both know it instantly."

everyone rolls their eyes at Regulus's romantic notion.

Regulus turns to his cousin who’s more like a best friend to him, Narcissa, seeking her opinion.

"Don't you think so, Narcissa?"

Narcissa, seemingly disinterested, gazes at the ground as she replies.

"I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it... Is Lucius Malfoy here?"

Regulus, realizing she's not particularly invested in the conversation, responds nonchalantly.

"Yeah, he's around somewhere."

Above them, Lucius Malfoy carefully aims and launches a water balloon that hurtles towards the group, hitting the ground with a resounding SPLAT. The group scream in surprise.

---

Inside of Madame Divina's fortune-telling booth.Tthrough a beaded curtain, is a disheveled older woman, MADAME DIVINA, engrossed in a copy of "Scientific American."

Suddenly, there's a loud KNOCK at the back door, and Regulus startles.

Madame Divina, flustered, quickly hides the magazine in a drawer and places a bowling ball, the kind with iridescent swirls, on a central opening in the table. She positions it to conceal the three holes and turns on a flashlight above it, creating the illusion of a crystal ball.

Outside, the girl everyone thinks will marry Rodolphus appears nervous.

"But what if she tells me something bad? I don't want to hear anything bad..."

Narcissa tries to reassure her.

"They never tell you anything bad. Nobody'd ever go to them if they did."

The door to the booth creaks open, and Madame Divina's imposing figure casts a shadow over the girls. They look up, apprehensive.

Bellatrix, pointing at Narcissa, deflects responsibility.

"She did."

Narcissa, pointing at Bellatrix, does the same.

"She did."

A standoff ensues until Regulus, ever the peacemaker, takes the blame.

"I did."

Regulus looks at his friends, shrugs, and enters the booth past the beaded curtain, taking a seat.

Madame Divina inquires.

"What's your name?"

"Regulus."

Madame Divina proceeds to light a candle, setting an ambiance for the session.

"What do you wanna know, Regulus?"

Regulus, feeling the gravity of the moment, replies hesitantly.

"Um, just basic destiny stuff, I guess. But—I don't want to hear anything bad. If that's okay."

Madame Divina begins laying out a series of tarot cards. Suddenly, there's a loud KNOCK at the back door, and Regulus jumps in his seat.

Madame Divina attributes it to spirits and continues laying out cards.

Regulus, now nervously eying the cards, sees his friend Narcissa peeking in through the beads.

Narcissa, mouthing words and pointing, asks if that's a bowling ball. Regulus doesn't understand, so Narcissa mimes a bowling motion with her arm. Regulus shrugs, still bewildered. From outside, we overhear...

"Hey, Narcissa. Lucius Malfoy wants you," says a boy's voice.

Lucius Malfoy, defending himself, chimes in, "I do not."

Narcissa grins, ducks out of the booth, and leaves Madame Divina's gaze on Regulus, who remains captivated by the cards.

Madame Divina, now deeply engrossed in her act, sits up straight and closes her eyes. She reaches for the bowling ball, carefully positioning it to hide the holes, and flicks on a flashlight above it, creating the illusion of a crystal ball.

"Spirits," she mutters.

Regulus watches as she lays down a few more cards.

Regulus, still nervous, leans forward. Madame Divina seems to be in a trance.

Madame Divina, straining for clarity, starts to reveal something important.

"Something is coming to me. I'm getting... a name."

Regulus leans in even closer, eager to hear more.

"This name is very important to you... Da-- David. No-- no..."

A faint breeze wafts through the room, causing the candle to flicker.

"Damon."

Regulus's heart skips a beat as he listens intently.

Madame Divina, eyes wide with intensity, continues.

"His name is... Damon Bradley."

It's the same name Regulus had found on the Ouija board.

Regulus, overwhelmed, mutters in disbelief.

"Omigod. Omigod."

He gets up from his seat, feeling the need to leave.

Madame Divina seizes Regulus's hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Just a minute—"

Regulus freezes, his curiosity piqued.

Madame Divina pulls him closer and imparts a solemn message, making it clear that this is not part of her act—it's genuine advice.

"The truth is, no matter what the cards say, you make your own destiny. Don't wait for it to come to you. You understand?"

Regulus nods, still in a state of shock.

"Can I be excused now?" he asks.

Madame Divina lets him go but not before delivering one last piece of wisdom.

"Your destiny's two dollars."

Regulus quickly pulls out two bills and drops them on the table, then rushes for the exit. But Madame Divina stops him once more.

"Hey—"

She leans in, pulling Regulus closer. This time, it's a personal, heartfelt message, not a performance.

"The truth is, no matter what the cards say, you make your own destiny. Don't wait for it to come to you. You understand?"

Regulus nods, still processing the profound encounter.

Madame Divina lets him go, and Regulus, still in a daze, hurriedly exits the booth.

Twenty years had passed since that fateful Saturday night, and the memories of that evening still lingered in the minds of those who were there. Mitzi Gaynor's voice filled the room as she sang, the shower mimicking the sound of pouring rain. "SOUTH PACIFIC" played on the television screen, casting a nostalgic atmosphere.

In the dimly lit apartment, three individuals sat together, sharing a big Saturday night. Chocolate adorned the table, setting the mood. The first person was Regulus, an attractive and somewhat dreamy adult. His apartment walls were adorned with reproductions of famous works featuring themes like Rodin's "The Kiss" and Botticelli's "Birth of Venus." He idly plucked petals from a bouquet of flowers on the table.

Next to him was Narcissa, his cousin and childhood friend, now a frustrated housewife. She clipped coupons from the newspaper as they watched TV. And finally, there was Andy, a woman with big hair and a good heart, a staunch feminist. 

As the movie cut to a commercial break, Andy began to speak her mind.

"I'm just saying I think it would be a good idea," she said.

Narcissa responded dubiously, "Date police..."

Andy persisted, "Yes. A guy who says he's gonna call, then doesn't, ought to get slapped with a citation, that's all."

Regulus glanced at Narcissa, clearly used to Andy's unique perspectives.

"Anyway," Andy continued, "like I said, I've given it a lot of thought and I've finally narrowed it down." After a pause, she added, "A heterosexual with a job."

Regulus chimed in, "Well, I don't think it's asking too much to want to feel it in my head and my heart and my body and my soul all at the same time, and to have that feeling to be mutual. Pass the M&Ms, please."

Regulus's cousins groaned, having heard this type of conversation before. Narcissa handed over the candy.

"Not as long as you're not hoping to find it on planet Earth," Andy quipped.

Narcissa chimed in, "Andy's right, Regulus. You've got to start being more practical. Do you know what the statistics are, the marriage odds for women your age?"

Regulus was dismissive, saying, "I don't believe in statistics."

Narcissa retorted, "You're an accountant for crying out loud."

Regulus gestured with his palms, as if making a point with his silence.

Narcissa pressed further, "What about that guy you work with, Mike what's-his-name?"

Regulus shook his head, "No. He smokes. And Mom doesn't know I'm half gay, or else I'm kicked out."

Narcissa persisted, "How about the other one? His friend."

Regulus replied, "Just moved in with his girlfriend. And also hello, Mom??"

Narcissa, undeterred, added cheerfully, "How about that guy at the bank?"

Regulus popped another M&M into his mouth, saying, "Scientologist. I feel like you're not hearing me at all."

Narcissa deflated, "Oh."

After a beat, she tried another approach, "So, you've got to be a little flexible. Look at Lucius and me. Lucius's not perfect, neither am I. But we work it out. We're not unrealistic in our expectations, and we have each other." She set down her scissors.

Regulus, still resistant, responded, "Don't tell me Oprah did a show--"

Andy interjected, "Yeah, I saw that. Like on Let's Make A Deal. You've got the Amana freezer and you can keep it, or risk it on what's behind Door Number Three. Which usually turns out to be a donkey."

Regulus looked at Narcissa, seemingly missing the metaphorical point.

"I don't have an Amana freezer," he quipped.

Narcissa explained, "It's a metaphor. It's women who always think there's something unknown out there that's going to be better than what's in front of them. And instead, wind up with nothing."

Regulus maintained his stance, "Metaphorically, I still don't have an Amana freezer."

Narcissa continued, "I think if you're honest with yourself, you'll admit you've had a chance at a number of Amana appliances in your lifetime."

Regulus knew there was some truth in what she said, but he didn't want to admit it. Just then, the phone rang, providing him with a momentary escape from the conversation.

"Hello? Hi, Lucius," Regulus answered the phone. "Yeah, she's here. Hold on." He turned to Narcissa and informed her, "It's your husband."

In Lucius's kitchen, Lucius himself was at the table, munching on the last crumbs of a bag of potato chips and watching television. He spoke to Narcissa over the phone, "Narcissa, you're still there? I thought you'd be on your way home by now."

Narcissa replied, "You miss me?"

Lucius hesitated, then replied, "Uh, yeah. Sure." He seemed a bit forlorn as he gazed into the refrigerator. "Honey, did you forget the guys are coming over tonight?"

Narcissa inquired, "No, why?"

Lucius, helpless, explained, "Well, there's nothing here to eat."

Back in Regulus's living room, the movie continued in the background as they heard Narcissa's side of the conversation. The receiver slammed down, and Narcissa returned to the room. "Is everything okay?" Regulus asked.

Narcissa responded, annoyed, "Yes. You know all the shrinks on Donahue say that all those love songs about 'some enchanted evening' are just a cruel hoax that feeds people's fantasies."

Regulus, a little plaintive, replied, "But somebody wrote those songs."

Narcissa retorted, "So, what's your point?"

Regulus explained, "Just that they came out of somebody's experience is all."

Narcissa didn't seem convinced, "No, Regulus. They came out of somebody's imagination."

Outside Regulus's apartment door, the hallways were silent, and a slight, nondescript girl passed by and entered her apartment. She greeted them, "How's it going?"

Regulus replied, "Pretty well, Emma. How about you?"

Emma responded, "Can't complain," and closed her door. Narcissa glanced at Regulus, who shook his head.

Regulus clarified, "No."

Narcissa pressed, "Is she married?"

Regulus answered, "No."

Narcissa continued, "Is she gay?"

Regulus admitted, "I don't know. I don't think so."

Narcissa pushed, "So?"

Regulus finally explained, "So, she's not my type." After a brief pause, he added, "Let me walk you to the elevator."

As they walked, Narcissa continued her inquiry, "What does she do?"

Regulus admitted, "I don't know, Narcissa."

Narcissa and Andy both asked in unison, "She's a doctor?"

Regulus clarified, "Look, there's no chemistry there, okay? There's no... thrill."

Narcissa challenged him, " 'Thrills'? That's what you're waiting for? You know how long that lasts? Besides, how do you know? Have you ever been out with her?"

Regulus conceded, "No. She's never asked me."

Narcissa suggested, "Why don't you ask her?"

Regulus responded, "Why should I ask someone out who I don't want to go out with in the first place?"

Narcissa pointed out, "If you've never been out with her, how do you know you don't want to go out with her?"

Andy chimed in, "I thought she was kinda cute..."

Regulus sighed, and as the elevator doors finally opened, he looked at Narcissa, who said, "Take a chance, Regulus... None of us is getting any younger."

Regulus returned to his apartment, replaying the evening's events in his mind. The answering machine light blinked, indicating a new message. Regulus played it as he prepared for bed.

The voice on the answering machine was familiar. "Hi, honey. It's Mom. I just wanted to apologize if I upset you at brunch today."

Regulus couldn't help but react with amusement, muttering to himself in front of the bathroom mirror, "If you upset me at brunch today?"

The voice on the machine corrected itself, "For upsetting you at brunch today. Now, you know I don't think you're a failure. And if you never get married, that's perfectly fine with your father and me."

As Regulus applied eye cream, he couldn't help but scrutinize the lines around his eyes.

The message continued, "Of course you're not a freak. You're right, plenty of people aren't married. The woman who cuts my hair isn't married. Hey... maybe you tw--" Then, another voice in the background interrupted, "She's gay." The mother amended her statement, "Oh. Never mind. Anyway, if you want to spend the rest of your life alone, well, that's your choice. And I respect it. I just want you to be happy, that's all." Finally, the father added, "Don't be gay like your brother, Regulus."

The answering machine message ended, and Regulus was left pondering his family's views on his life choices. He climbed into bed and reached for the light switch but then hesitated, recalling something. He got up and walked over to his dresser, where a daily calendar lay. He tore off the top page, crumpled it into a ball, and dropped it into the wastebasket.

With that symbolic act, he turned out the light and settled into bed, the events of the night still echoing in his mind.

On the cusp of sleep, Regulus found himself in a dream, surrounded by a vast audience dressed in absurd costumes. He, too, was dressed as a chicken. His mother appeared as an octopus, Narcissa and Lucius as Siamese twins, and Andy as a radish. Monty Hall, the game show host, approached Regulus.

"So, which one is it gonna be, Regulus? Will it be... Door Number One?"

Emma, the podiatrist, peeked out from behind Door Number One and waved. The crowd erupted in excitement.

Monty Hall continued, "Door Number Two?"

A distinct braying of a donkey could be heard from behind Door Number Two.

Monty Hall posed the final option, "Or Door Number Three?"

The audience chanted, "Take Emma! Take Emma!" as Monty sensuously ran his arm along Door Number One.

Nervously, Regulus asked, "Door Number Three?"

The crowd was disappointed, and the curtains parted to reveal a shriveled old crone covered in cobwebs, bearing an unsettling resemblance to Regulus. The crowd booed.

Regulus jolted awake in his bed, sweating and filled with a sense of foreboding.

The next morning, Regulus left his apartment and headed down the hallway, carrying a wastebasket filled with crumpled pages. He opened the garbage chute but lost control, causing the crumpled balls to scatter across the floor. As he stood there, unsure of what to do, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You need some help?"

Regulus looked up to see Emma, the podiatrist, standing there, offering assistance.

Regulus suddenly blurts out

“I do “

CC SPEAKS: OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS, FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DONT KNOW THIS IS A JEGULUS REWRITE OF THE MOVIE ONLY YOU WITH ROBERT DOWNEY JR. i adoreee that movie

[whentherewerebicycles]

scruffy little girl :) today was okay—everyone still has the nerve to be working or out of town and I am so bad at getting myself out of the house to do weekend activities if I don’t have a buddy!! but we did do a long walk and I did a bunch of chores, wrote for a while, reread a very long fic, and did a couple hours of real job work. I have been writing more regularly lately which is good but I feel like I’m still just endlessly circling around a number of possible projects, too gun-shy to properly commit the whole of my energy and attention to anything. on weekends especially when I have lots of empty time I feel this intensely visceral longing for that sense of singleminded focus and purpose and clarity I feel when I’m immersed in a big writing project. I know the answer is that I just have to PICK something and get moving! and I have to stop giving myself outs! the fear of committing is such a painfully familiar part of the process and I know the only way I’ve ever gotten through it is by refusing to let myself switch gears and making myself come back to the loathèd object (an imperfect WIP draft) every single day. like I have to just keep showing up to write and I have to refuse to let myself rationalize my way out of working on something. my brain will always be able to conjure up a million trillion gazillion reasons that this project will inevitably fail and should therefore be abandoned, but that shiny half-formulated new idea over there is gonna be The One and I’ll magically know how to write it without encountering any obstacles. I know I have to close the escape hatches (and keep closing them as my brain wrenches more and more of them open). but I also feel like because it’s been so long since I finished anything I can’t really remember what the early stages of my successful projects felt like. was I more in love with those ideas than I am with these ideas? my gremlin brain is like “yes you must have been and that was why you persisted and the fact that you are struggling now must mean that the ideas you’re tinkering away at are no good and should be left behind.” aghhhhh I know it isn’t true but man oh man I have an overwhelming desire to be writing combined with a paralyzing fear of being actively engaged in the act of writing. how to get out!!

[qrupafjzvm1]

birthday!

a neatly-folded letter is placed under a bottle of vanilla extract.

pretty sure it's been there for more than a day. you have a feeling that you were late.

hello hi if you're reading this i'm probably going in pmd to become an eevee WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

if i'm not please return this where you found it thank you very much

anyway what the heck is this letter about.

i have a tradition that started on another site where i'd talk about what I've done for the year and my resolutions for the next.

it's a gaming site, sooooooooooooo not much fanfare is possible in those posts. only about the game and the community.

so i decided, since i'm using like 5 different sites now, why not make 3 recaps?

so yeah this is one of 3 you can find, honestly would rather you don't find any of the other ones but who knows :shrug:

this one's gonna go very in-depth about fandom stuff! well, as much as i can, anyway. i didn't do much this year.

ANYWAY! first 6 months had absolutely nothing. i was locked into irl stuff and honestly had no time to think about anything else. ended in complete failure btw.

so yeah life was miserable

and then vocaloid happen.

whoo boy, fun fact: i didn't understand why people liked music they can't understand the lyrics of. like I'm a lyrics kid, i need lyrics to sing them songs, how can you enjoy a song without singing it

yeah turns out you can and WHOOOOOO what a turnaround now i'm rolling all around for a trillion years and a night while getting mesmerized and ok i'll stop

vocaloid would later bring me to other Japanese songs which i also love (yorushika anyone? pls recommend some more too)

anyway then ES happened and yup i can dream again that's great

yeah 2 years of depression and half a year of failure really takes a toll out of you, but then ES and PMD came from heaven and rescued me from the grasping hands of hell (no depictions available)

the fandom (and pokemon as a whole) probably brought me back to life in many ways i thought only techno's vids could do sooooooooooo yeah i love 'em

got an eevee plush recently actually can anyone recommend me a small pouch to go with so eve can be an explorer

oh and also ssrpg but that's honestly old news and you guys probably don't know 'em too so we'll just pass that

and splatoon, and doraemon (you didn't expect that did you), inside out had a page for a while, i was joining a dozen fandoms lmao

anyway so big problem. i can dream again. i have like, a full a4 page of fic ideas, in 11px times new roman. i can't write any of 'em.

no, i'm not saying that like i can't can't, it's more like i put myself down to write and 10 million things happen in my brain and now i'm playing the same boring games and can't write for naught

truly a curse (i'd call it adhd but i cannot get to a therapist so yeah that ain't happening)

the plan is for eve to be my hyperfixation so i can focus better? i mean i hope it works

anyway resolution!!!

i mean when it coms to fandoms my only resolution is to write more fics. i'ma be honest it's only that. you really shouldn't expect much more.

actually you can expect much more i'll try to pick up drawing at some point if i have time

so yeah that's the end of this random rambling, honestly i wanted to write more but the page's ending and so is my time, the gate to pmd's closing in like 15 minutes eek

sayonara (i'll be back with a fic i swear)

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there's something on the back of the page. "why did you expect me to use the back of a page. i am disappointed in you."

[olderthannetfic]

I have a question I hope you or one of your readers may be able to answer. Has it become common in fandom spaces to ask authors to "adopt" ideas? Not a WIP, just a concept. Is this a Wattpad thing? I've been messaged by readers (presumably) that I've never spoken to before, asking if I'd want to write a fic idea for them because they don't think they are skilled enough to do it (maybe they would be if they were practicing instead of trying to pawn off their plotbunnies!). I've never taken prompts or expressed any desire for story suggestions. I would normally chalk it up to the sender being new-ish to fandom and not very familiar with etiquette, but it's happened twice and now I don't know if it's a weird thing to ask or I'm just out of date.

--

I see that sort of talk on r/Fanfiction and a bunch of places. I think it tends to organically develop in the same way that you see pro writers from radically different contexts laughing about "That bore at a party who tells you: 'I've got a great idea! You do the writing and we'll split the profits!'"

N00bs think ideas are so valuable they're worth "adopting" as though there aren't ten trillion other ideas hovering about that a writer will never have time to execute.

[swisstae]

Fic Writer Interview

thank you, @erebeus-roxy darling for tagging me!!

Name: swisstae (swiss, if you like!)

Fandoms: ooh okay, so I started off with BTS (and as a consequence, never understood ship wars because I literally shipped any and all combinations 😅) but then moved on to Marvel (which was also brilliant and made me actually get started with writing) and right now, I’m a HP stan, which I feel has helped me really grow into my style of writing? I dunno, really. a lot of what I’ve written is fluff (which does NOT come easily to me, believe it or not.) but the angst pieces I have written give me great joy.

I’ve dabbled in Sherlock, Eyewitness, Suits and the Carry On universe, but I’ve only got a couple of abandoned WIPs for all of them to show 😂 but honestly, #philkas for life, bitches.

(this turned out to be longer than I thought, so if you continue reading, you are truly insane. and blessed. thank you.)

Where you post: my ao3 has all my completed works (and this sad, half abandoned WIP I started to post for a discord bingo and promptly forgot how to continue.) and I’ve recently started using tumblr (can you tell how bad I am at this? I’ve only had tumblr since like. fucking August.) to post stuff.

Most popular one shot: huh. probably my HP Sudsfest fic, love me now (touch me now) or my stuckony fic, knockin’ me with your american thighs, baby (which is probably my only proper sm*t fic lol)

Most popular multichapter: I only have ONE. just the one. and it’s that horrible, abandoned WIP I talked about, so I guess I actually have none.

Favorite story I’ve written so far: hands fucking down, it has to be slipping through the cracks (of your cold embrace). every time i think about this fic, I’m always so astounded at the fact that the words had made their way out of me and onto the blinking screen. it’s my longest fic and I’m just. really fucking proud of it.

Fics you were nervous to post: all of them. even when it’s been double checked and triple checked by a trillion times, and gone through a vigorous beta.. i’m always nervous. but it probably has to be my first HP fic. which is the one I was most proud of, as seen above. (yes, this is me shamelessly trying to self plug it multiple times. 😂)

because I’d been writing in Marvel only, as I was very nervous about how my current subscribers would react/ how the HP community would receive it.

How do you choose your titles: either they’re horribly pretentious, or they’re song lyrics. (in the rare occasions that I can be persuaded, they’re cracky.)

Do you outline? fuck off. what’s an outline?

Complete: all, except that damned fic I’ve mentioned one too many times.

In progress: uh. like seventy something? I have a LOT of ideas.

Coming soon: okay I promised someone Christmas smut, but it may be more in time for New Years! (sorry hehe 😅) and this horribly angsty piece I’m currently working on.

Prompts: I have a whole kissing prompt list I circulated a month or so back... you’re welcome to leave prompts in my asks, but. I might get to them sometime in the next year. (haha, get it? because it’s almost next year? no? okay, just me.)

I’d love to see @sparkly-angell and @full-fledged-cumberbitch do this??

[solesurvivorkat]

Sorry if this has been asked before, but how did you get the dialog for your Shadow of Steel fanfic? Did you use a site, watch videos, or something else? Your writing is amazing and I read it over so many times! I hope you’re well! ♥️♥️♥️

O.o  .......   ::stares at Ask and blinks slowly a few times::

...Someone is asking about my FO4 fic.....

;__;*  .......

Okay, well... first of all, you made my night by asking me about it at all, so thank you for that, lol!   *^.^*   Second, thank you SO much for the compliment! I know I’ve said it a trillion times, but I swear, I swear that I’m not done writing it. I know my writing has been soooooooo slow and long in between chapters, & I seriously can’t apologize enough. Not trying to make excuses, but in between my son, work, moving to a new house last fall, my other hobbies (I don’t have a lot, but they exist, lol), on & off writer’s block, anxiety & depression (being treated, but those who have it know that there isn’t a ‘magic, 100% fix’), exhaustion, and now the whole pandemic thing (I had unrelated bronchitis a couple weeks ago too, and my son had a minor version, so that was a fun event too)..... it’s been a tough year or so. Not BAD, but tough. I’m determined that I’m going to finish this fic once and for all, even if it takes me another few years.

THAT said...

I did watch Youtube footage of game dialogue for part of my ‘research’ (I have a whole long FO4 playlist of dialogue & specific game events, lol). I also talked to people online who shared the same passion for FO4 as me, bouncing ideas back and forth ( @the-dubstep-strawberry, @scorpio-skies, and @lothrilzul have been amazing for this during my whole process, thank you so much guys! Love yooo! <3 @marvilus73 has also made some awesome FO4 posts that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading!).

But most importantly (to me, anyway), I scoured the internet for any FO4-related resources that I thought would be valuable for my fic. I really did do a lot of research, b/c I wanted to sound knowledgeable in my writing and not just like a person that played for like, 10min & was like, “Eh, good enough, I’ll just make up the rest” (not that I’m dissing anyone who has done that, it’s just not my method).

https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki has been the most valuable (again, for me personally) resource I’ve used. Though occasionally you come across some info that you kind of have to take ‘with a grain of salt’, it’s really been a lifesaver because there’s soooo much info there than came in handy. If you look up a particular character - let’s say for example, Danse - the site will list a lot of their main info/stats on the right side of the character’s page. At the bottom of this ‘info box’, it will often list a dialogue page (sometimes two) that lists all the dialogue (as far as I know) that’s in the game. This kind of info was like... a total ‘goldmine’ to me, for helping me to get my fic off of the ground.

.....THAT also said, a little piece of advice - if I had to go back to the very beginning & start my fic all over again from scratch (haha, never gonna happen, trust me, I’m just saying), I definitely would have done things differently. ...Yeah, I’m sure all writers say that, and my story would’ve been pretty much the same - but I feel that I relied on the game dialogue too much when writing my fic at the start. Plenty of people have played through FO4, and even for the people that never finished it, I’m sure they played enough to know how the game starts & what the main story is.

It’s fine to start a fic off at the beginning of a game/movie/series (what have you) as if the person reading it is experiencing it again, except through your character’s POV - but unless you’re going to have different experiences (at least somewhat) from what the actual character/POV player has, or offer deeper insight into what’s going on in their or surrounding character’s minds that we didn’t see ourselves while enjoying that fandom... it might feel a bit tedious and boring. Like... ‘okay, but... I already saw all this when watching/playing it myself, so... what’s my incentive to keep reading?’

Yeah, my Nora did have her own thoughts/feelings/experiences that weren’t necessarily canon for FO4 in the beginning of my fic... but I was a first-time fic writer, and I was nervous that if I didn’t put more game dialogue in the story, that my own writing wouldn’t interest other people, that they’d think my writing was bad/stupid/not ‘enough’, etc. I didn’t yet have the confidence in myself to not rely on the game dialogue to fill in chapters, instead of just enhancing them a bit.

My whole (VERY long-winded, I sincerely apologize) point to this is: if you - or anyone who reads this - go to write your own story/fic/anything, be proud and unafraid to be you. No one’s perfect, and many of us learn to write better as we go (I know I cringe when I read my early stuff, lol!). It’s totally fine to use resources, just don’t like... obsess over making them a big part of your writing (which is what I feel I did when starting out, hence my ‘words of caution’. I like... agonized over making my chapters as ‘perfect’ as I could, and I think I used up waaay more energy than I needed to while writing. ...Come to think of it, I still do that at times now, and drive myself crazy with it, LOL!).

...And... if saying the above stuff added to a question/point you weren’t intending to ask, then I sincerely apologize again for ‘going off on a tangent’, lol!  *XD 

Thank you again for saying what you said, it really did make my night & put a little spring in my step to know that people still appreciate my writing/fics, even if I haven’t had as much time to continue it lately!  <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[eusuntgratie]

For the fic reader one: 15, 16, 20, 40, 42, 46

apparently I can’t write short answers. oops!

15. What makes you pick up a fic, what makes it sound interesting? 

Hmmm... I’ll read anything that’s not squicky by a writer I love & trust. I’ll even get sucked into new ships, apparently 😜For new fics, an interesting or unique idea? I’m quick to read things recommended by writers I love or folks I seem to share interests with. I am also very easily sucked in by art! I’ve read (and loved!) SO MANY fics I wouldn’t have touched otherwise bc of @artgroves art.

16. Name a fic that made you cry (or that made you come close). 

OH GOD SO MANY. I love a good cry. Recovery fics and fics that address Bucky or Steve’s or both’s trauma always wreck me.

your blue eyed boys by feather. and like 75% of the related fic set in the same universe.

parts of the Honey Honey series/verse by @justanotherstonyfan

Those are both big, long well-written series you can lost in or wrapped up in, so when the characters bleed you bleed with them 💔 they both address trauma really well in my opinion.

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter is a tough read and utterly heartbreaking.

Civilian by CoraRochester is beautiful and sweet and sad.

There Is No Shortage of Blood by DiraSudis is a really interesting take on Bucky’s recovery and it destroyed me.

Civilian and There Is No Shortage of Blood are great examples of fics I love that I found through @artgroves art; I don’t think I would’ve read them otherwise but they are great and led to some lovely (read:hideous) crying.

20. What’s the weirdest fic you’ve ever read? Describe it. 

Oooh good question! I love weird... I like fantasy and interesting takes on the characters and characters in interesting/weird situations.

The one where Bucky is a cat by Renne is pretty self-explanatory.

Through the Woods by VenusMonstruosa is a gloriously weird take on werewolf!Bucky (with more GORGEOUS art from @artgroves I swear I read things she doesn’t do art for I SWEAR).

Moosebumps by @rohkeutta is about cyclists and a moose incident and everyone should read it.

And definitely some of @voxofthevoid‘s deliciously weird porn. your smoking gun’s the tip of your tongue is about vampire!Bucky and werewolf!Steve discovering they are soulmates and in some of them want to use you (some of them want to get used by you) Steve is a hydra (like the monster) and Bucky is a mer-dude. And they have lots of weird and delicious tentacle-y sex.

40. Have you ever written fanfiction or considered it? 

I’ve scribbled some ideas in some google docs, and I started something based on a conversation with @jbbarnes (which maybe I should revisit?). I’m not opposed to writing but I’m impatient and usually (nearly always) I’d rather read if I have time.

42. Name a fic that you wish was longer. 

most of them? JK I do love one shots and shorter fics bc I can digest them and comment when I don’t have a ton of time, but all of my favorites I could probably read pages and pages more.

I genuinely hope that @cesperanza keeps writing in the 4 Minute Window verse until I am too feeble to read. I would happily devour 10,000 words of Bucky and Steve contemplating gum on the sidewalk if she wrote it.

I would read 5 trillion chapters of @bisexualstarbucky‘s With Shoes Like Those.

I love Turn Your Back on Mother Nature by @transbucky and would totally eat up where they go from there.

And ALL YOUR FAULT @jbbarnes but now I’m dying to find out what happens to Geralt & Jaskier in everything you’ve ever written about them 💙 You also know I’d hungrily devour anything you ever write in the when we become who are verse.

I never want to pressure writers to keep writing in a verse they aren’t feeling inspired by, but in all my favorite stories I would eat up every word they wrote.

46. If you could imagine the perfect fic, what would it be like? 

Such an interesting question. There’s not one perfect fic, really, because I like all kinds of things. I love pure smut with just the ghost of a plot (how I started reading fic) but now some of my favorites don’t have any smut at all. I love short fics and long fics and canon-y stuff and complete AU’s. My favorite fics are well-written with a strong sense of the who the characters are, behaving in a way that feels "them” to me. That’s totally subjective, but that’s what I love. 💕

Thanks for the ask @jbbarnes, and thank you to all of my fave writers and artists (that’s you too obviously) including the folks tagged here for doing the heavy lifting of keeping me sane during quarantine. Fic is my happy place right now (even the stuff that makes me cry).

[huntertales]

i really want start to write supernatural fic (sam × reader) and i see you as a model. so do you have any tips for start? or for having ideas? now im thinking about a teen!sam and teen!Reader that can be a Rewrite laterr, but I'm not really sure about the rewrite yettt.

This is a hot ass answer. I’m sorry in advance. It’s been a long ass while since I’ve made an “original” fanfic story. What I think the most important thing is for any story to have a plot set out that would eventually tie into the rewrite, if you plan on doing that. (Writing when they’re teenagers would be super helpful and kind of fun!) 

Are you planning on doing a multi-chapter fic? Something short, like a small story that leads into the rewrite? Because if you plan on writing something that’s only a few chapters, you might be able to get some good back story down. Like how they were as kids, what is your plans for them, etc. How is their relationship in the first episode? Are they still going to be friends/fell out of contact? 

As for tips for a rewrite, here is my two cents:

I think what I find most enjoyable about my rewrite/possibly other stories I want to create is shaping the reader’s personality and backstory. Sure, it’s easy to make them badass/sassy/smart. (as my reader is all of them, oop.) But what about their own set of problems? How was their life growing up? Did they grow up hunting or were they dragged into this because of a tragedy? Do they have their own inner demons/trauma they need to face like the boys? What is their relationship/behavior going to be with other characters/villains we’ll see in later seasons? Are they going to be a part of the season’s plot line, or will you add a new sort of twist or add on? (Ex. the special children, the trillion apocalypse stories, extc.)

Romance is not everything. Sorry, I love writing it, but it’s not everything to the plot. (If you do plan on making it a Sam x Reader, it’s gonna be kind of hard considering how many romantic interests he has. Perhaps an on and off, will they/won’t they situation? Sam has horrible luck with women. And like his brother, I’m sure he’ll be hesitant to letting someone close to him. But it’s still very doable.) Make the reader their own character!!! Pretend like you’re making a real character you would see in the show. What would YOU want to see added on to the show?

Don’t be afraid to add/change up some of the show! Creative liberty is fun, especially with this kind of show. There’s so much you can do to make it creative and different from other rewrites. 

I hope somehow this helps you in some kind of way, if not, don’t hesitate to bug me again! I’ve got a few ideas running around in my head. I just don’t know exactly what you want to do for your story. Good luck writing, my friend!

[mercysong-tardis]

Tagged by @queen-of-love-and-beauty 

AO3 Name: nightsisterkaris

Fandoms: Agents of Shield, Marvel MCU, TCW (Star Wars)

Number of fics: 101

1. Fic you spent the most time on: 爱 I. SPENT. SEVEN. FREAKING. MONTHS. PLANNING. AND. WORKING. ON. THIS. FIC. But I love it and I poured my heart and soul into writing this.

3. Longest Fic:  Something to Fight For ...Honestly I did NOT expect a forced pregnancy Philinda fanfic like this to blow up the way it did. I started it out writing it out as a crack fic but then things got serious real quick and everything went downhill from there.

4. Shortest Fic:  Philinda thru the alphabet This one is literally a shit-post.

5. Most hits:  Something to Fight For. Seriously why tf did you all like this one so much???

6. Most kudos: at 172 currently, once again Something to Fight For is the winner.

7. Most comment threads: I'll love you every new day, Since I’m really tired of Something to Fight for and 爱 for winning, I’m going to start answering these with the runner-ups... 

8. Fave Fic your wrote: 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE PHILINDA This Chiristmas-themed Shit post was the most fun thing to write. II personally love poetry so this idea was hilarious to me.

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Countdown to Love I love the plot but I dont think I wrote it very well.

10. Share a bit of your WIP: A Philinda Star Wars AU with Philinda in the place of Padakin/Anidala:

   Melinda May was considerably one of the greatest Jedi knights of the century. She was powerful, talented in the ways of the force and her saber, having mastered almost three forms. She was starkly different than the man she had illegally fallen for.     May was on the search for him now. The Republic had fallen, and everything was chaos. She had to find Phil. She’s chased him to Mustafar. Disembarking, Melinda can see his form silhouetted against the harsh light of the lava.     He saw her, running to her with desperation in his blue-     No.     …Yellow eyes.      Melinda stared straight into his changed eyes. Sith eyes. It can’t be. No, this isn’t happening. How could he do this to her? To the galaxy he was sworn to protect?     “I did what I had to do to protect you. To keep you safe from the visions that torment my dreams.” Phil said.      “I need you to stop. This won’t save me. The galaxy is in danger, put the trillions of beings first!”      “I can’t lose you, Mel.” Phil said, “So you’re either with me or against me.” Phil said lowly, taking one step closer. May’s heart clenched as he touched his lightsaber, dropping his dark brown cloak from his shoulders, the cloak she had stolen on multiple occasions because it smelled like him. But not now. Now he was prepared to fight. “Stand back, Melinda,” Phil said in  a commanding voice.      Melinda’s eyes filled with tears as she drew her lightsaber, lighting it with a smooth flourish. “I’m sorry. I can’t do that,” The blue blade sprung to light, followed by Phil’s green one.      “Your vows to the order mean more to you than my love.” Phil says, broken loss lacing his words.      Melinda raises her saber, pointing it at him, one arm out, two fingers raised. “The galaxy is more important than two people.”      “We could rule together! You could be Empress, my love! I have power, more power than you’ll ever know. I can keep you safe!” Phil roars, sprinting forward, and their blades crash with a bright flash. “Listen to me, Melinda!” Melinda fights in defence, her saber on a low enough intensity that any strikes would only stun or temporarily paralyze him.     “That feeling is love, you know me, Phil, I cannot turn, even for you.” She says, staring into his eyes as their blades hum against each other.     Suddenly a hot pain explodes from her middle, and red light reflects off his sweaty skin. A Sith saber. A red blade. Phil jerks her back, deactivated the second blade, and watches her stumble.     May falls, curling in on herself, smoke from her scorched flesh burning her nostrils, and all she can do is say, “Phil, I’m pregnant.”     He freezes.     “You’re what?”     May gasps, her eyes clouding as her sight darkens, “Our baby… our baby.” May hears him scream in fury, lifting her into his strong arms, carrying her.    “I promised to save you, Melinda! I’ll save you both! I’m so sorry, love…” Phil’s words echo in her ears, and Melinda feels this may be her last breath.      It was... before she was plunged into darkness.

11. Saddest Fic (In your opinion):  you are the reason

12: Most Ridiculous Fic:  The Fangirls point of view 

13: Fic you thought would do well but didn't:  My Life, My love, My Melinda May 

14: Fic you thought would be terrible but everyone loved: Escape this prison that holds us back

15: Tagging: @katalizi @philindaforlife @melindacoulson4 @kelleee

[quietlysatan]

Now the Sons Look For Their Fathers/ But Their Fathers Are All Gone - Straight_Outta_Hobbiton, AO3

Link: Here!! 

Rating: T

Favorite Quote(s): Canon-typical Jim is canon typical 

“Jim, of course,” Pike says. “Boy kept his mouth shut for all of five minutes. ‘Bones has got kids!’— like there weren’t more important things to talk about. How many are there, again?”

“Forty-five, counting the older ones.”

I just really enjoyed the way this was explained

“Your lover does not suit you.”

Spock doesn’t twitch when T’Pring appears beside him, looking as unruffled as anyone talking about their spouse’s mistress.

“How so?” he asks, eyes trained on where Uhura is speaking quietly with a handful of Vulcan elders.

“She is not Human enough.” T’Pring glances at him, waiting for a reaction he refuses to give her. “We are not compatible because I refuse to demand anything of you, preferring to take what I need from my own lovers. If a romantic relationship is to be successful for you, you must take on someone who will demand something of you besides what is expected.”

Yeah basically, I'm not even a mom and I do it

Leonard wanders away, still muttering to himself as he makes his way towards the staircase, leaving Jim behind without so much as a goodbye.

Is this what it is, to be friends with parents?

This is just, nice is all

Leonard was worried, had been from the moment he’d realized that yes, he was taking these kids home with him, and yes, he was attached. But seeing Buddy lead his grandfather around like that, open and sweet in that childish way that Leonard has learned is just as natural in Vulcan children as it is anywhere else, that worry dissipates.

Words & Chapter(s):  30,513 Words and 20 chapters, completed

Summary: Leonard is exhausted, and there is a crying kid in front of him with a bowl-cut and pointed ears. 

Of course he picks him up.

Score: 13

Pairing(s): N/A technically, temporary background implied things that you can either ignore or acknowledge, it’s up to you either way

Warning(s): Vulcan destruction and all the trauma that includes.

Non-graphic mentions of panic attacks, as well as nightmares.

Bullying that is Immediately handled, xenophobia because humans are still assholes, and that's all I noticed. 

This fic is actually pretty light in spite of all this though.

Pros: If I were to describe the way Straight_Outta_Hobbiton writes, I would say it is similar to the way a surprise symphony of your favorite song feels, you've already heard the original and can sing every word of it, you've trained yourself to hold those notes as best you're able, you know what the song means to you and you know what the song means to the artist. 

But then, one day on accident, you stumble upon a symphonic version of the song created by the same artist, and if you're lucky you remember your headphones the first time, and you turn it on, not really expecting much, I mean yeah this is your favorite song but, you've heard it a million billion trillion times before! How different could it possibly be right? There's no way it could potentially top the original content you've already fallen in love with right? Right?

Except you turn it on, with the volume stupidly high in your headphones, and suddenly the first note travels through you in a way that feels Right like this is the way this song was made- No, crafted to be listened to. And suddenly it's like you're drifting through several thousand miles and spaces and places and settling in your ideal world and it’s entrancing and ensnaring you within a realm of existence you hadn't previously been aware, and when finally finally that world-altering song ends you realize that never again shall you come quite as close to that Feeling as you did within those few short moments. 

For me, that song was Beethoven's Fur Elise, the original place I heard the piano version of what would later become my absolute favorite song in "I Know I Can" by Nas, a rapper I still listen to today regardless of my views on most of the genre's un-diverse opinions.

One thing I really like is the way SOH rationalizes the children staying with Bones, as well as the explanation of everyone's perspective and views. I love the subtle articulation of body language, and the small emotions that flow slowly from one emotion to another in a masterful way that not even most published authors can replicate.

I wasn't joking when I said that most Authors in the Star Trek fandom are god-level writers, it's an instinctual way of writing that you just don't normally find nowadays, I have no doubts that if this were published it'd go down in history in a similar manner to Harry Potter, or Lord of The Rings the writing really is that good, it's so good in fact that I scoured the internet to find it again after I lost it, it's so good that I stopped reading halfway through to tell you all what I thought so far.

This is the most beautifully crafted tale I have had the pleasure of reading, and the sequel does not disappoint, even when we gain multiple new points of view. It's quite, magical, I suppose, in a way that few tales, especially Sci-Fi tales, tend to be able to recreate.

Gif Aesthetic: Bones, announcing to his family that he’s adopted more than 40 kids on accident

Everyone Bones knows besides Jim who isn’t even a little bit surprised vs Bones begging them to just Not Say Anything

Look, it’s everyone Vulcan child Bones meets without hesitation and/or effort!!

Bones, well aware that he’s about to adopt those extra children and Jim pretending he has No Idea what Bones is about to do, yet again without hesitation, on accident 

Tired Dad!Bones, point seven seconds from Force Choking some paparazzi reporters

[themagiciansreccenter]

Author Spotlight: @hoteldestiel​

Every week we are going to be interviewing a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

Yo! I’m Tor, 20s, pansexual, emotional about too many things, obsessive about characterization, and a sucker for chaotic goods and theater gays. Words are, for lack of a better way of describing it, my everything. They get me through the darkest times and help me celebrate the lightest ones. Creating worlds, and making people feel with what I create… there is no way (that I’ve found yet) to properly explain how much it all means to me.

How long have you been writing for?

My grandpa tells me I’ve been writing stories since I could form sentences. I believe him. I have a little “book” I wrote in kindergarten about a princess who refused to be “saved” when the prince showed up so clearly strong female characters have been my jam for like, ever. Honestly, it’s been my Defining Thing for as long as I can remember.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

The depth in the characters, the depth of the relationships, the real way it tackles mental illness and trauma. The emotional rawness of the show. It’s all a fanfic writer’s dream tbh.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Eliot is my bb. He’s so much more complex and deep and dark and twisty than he gets credit for, but I think what I love most is the way he’s willing to fall on the sword for those he loves a thousand times over. He doesn’t want to be the hero, necessarily, but he refuses to let those he cares about down, and I dunno, that just breaks my heart into a trillion pieces. I also really like writing Fen, again, I think she’s a lot more layered than she gets credit for a lot of the time, and I like exploring that.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

Not yet. I’m obsessed with the mosaic, but I love exploring where they are at different points in the series as well. Check back with me in like a month when I’m officially dying about season 4 and just need to write my way out of that hell hole of emotion ;)

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

I am! I’m continuing to work on my multi-chap mosaic/canon divergent fic, Peaches and Plums, and I’ve got several oneshots in the work, some POV studies of an emotional scene, a who-knows-what-it’ll-turn-into where the monster can key into Eliot’s attraction to Quentin, and of course my 39 Graves timeline. 

How long is your “to do list”?

Embarrassingly long lol. There’s so much I want to do!!

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

Peaches and Plums is my baby right now. It’s the first Magicians fic I wrote, and it’s the one that gave me the confidence that I could portray these characters in a true-to-them way. Plus, mosaic flashbacks and an Eliot Depression Monster I mean come on.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

Not yet! I’m still kind of new to the fandom, but I’m sure I’ll have a list before the month’s out haha.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

I write best when I have headphones in and a cup of hot tea or coffee beside me. Whenever possible, I like to write by hand for my first draft. Something about it just gets me in a better flow, and then I get a built-in editing pass when I transfer it to the computer! I don’t know if it’s a superstition or not, but I have a certain kind of pen I like to use most (anything that’s like the sharpie pen), I’m convinced it makes me just a tiny bit more creative.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

So I only started writing between season 3 and 4, but based on my other writing life decisions, I tend to be a slave to the muse. When an idea strikes, I have to at least start drafting. I actually kind of love getting inspired by a cliff hanger or a character development and using that to write my own version of what happens next. Seeing what happens in canon after is a) hilarious and sometimes b) prophetic in which case I feel like a total badass.

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

My 39 Graves fic, there’s just so much to balance!

Are there any themes or tropes that you particularly like to explore in your writing?

The found family thing is so my jam, characters dealing with trauma in unexpected and nontraditional ways is another, and the many forms that love can take is another theme I like to explore. It works SO well with these characters and the ways in which they love one another, too.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

I mean it’s hard not to be inspired by ohmarqueliot (sorry, had to!), and OneEyedDestroyer (again, had to!) The work they do is so fantastic. I love czarrish (vharmons on Ao3) to death. In the non-fanfiction world, Maggie Stiefvater has floored me time and time again with the way she builds worlds and tension and characters. The woman writes pure poetry.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Fanfiction: Sharing Skin and Modified Aspect Ratio.

Non-fanfiction: The Magicians (look I need as much inspo for this 39 graves fic as I can get!)

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given? 

Make people feel something. Also, using “said” 99% of the time as opposed to other speaking descriptors. When you just use “said,” you’re forced to paint their emotions in other ways, and it makes the scene so much more alive.

Cringe time:

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

Chuckling, eyebrow-arching, scoffing, and waving of hands dismissively. I’m CONSTANTLY afraid of overusing those, especially because I write so much from Eliot’s point of view. Honestly, laughter, in general, is a dangerous line I walk. It can become such a space-filler, but I’m working on it!

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

Oh god, I think it was HP fanfic, and it was in like...junior high. So alas, I do not.

Rapid Fire Round:

Self-edit or Beta? Combo, but I LIVE for a beta. 

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes? Comments! I love seeing what others think of what I’m creating.

Smut, Fluff or Angst? Is all of the above an option? No? Angst probably pulls at me the most.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn? Slow. Mother. Effin. Burn.

Favourite season? Favourite episode? 3. A Life in the Day

Favourite book(The Magicians books)? I just started the series!

Three favourite words? (this is really freaking hard!) electric, fuck, home

Want to be interviewed for our author spotlight? Get in touch here.

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I, K?

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

Hmmmmm. I feel like my “guilty pleasure” in writing is the humor beats and non-plot-moving banter. Like, a lot of times, when I throw those in, I feel like its because they make me happy, not because they fit the story. 

However, I’m learning that a lot of times, those are the beats that stick with readers, and even though they’re not moving the plot, they’re defining the character. So I lean into it. :D 

As for reading...man, all I can think of for guilty pleasure is smut likes, and I love you all, but I’m not talking about my smut likes. 

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

OOooooooh *rubs hands together like a devious goblin* 

Okay, to be fair, I was just the ENABLER. @aeshna-uk had the idea, but I helped make it worse, so please enjoy the basics of what we literally call dark!verse. 

Basically, the idea is, Galen is one hundred percent on board with plan Death Star. 

Bodhi is now much more of a literal spy, stealing the info and running - this time not to Saw, but to Jedha. Saw still catches him, the Cassian and Jyn and Baze and Chirrut section all work about the same, but this time, when they all squeak off of Jedha by the skin of their teeth, they are up against a monster with no flaw. Jyn has to deal with that complication of her father’s legacy, bear that burden of guilt, and everyone lives in a universe where, time after time, planets are just...gone. 

Spies are captured, dumped on their home planet, which is then publicly destroyed. Any planet with ties to the Rebellion, boom. 

Trillions becomes too small of a number to capture the horror. It’s the sort of tragedy that demands a new numerical scale. 

The Rebellion forced to be entirely mobile, resources become scarce as few planets give them aide. Luke escapes Tatooine just to be forced back to it because...well, chances are the Empire wouldn’t risk endangering the Hutts and wildspace. 

The Rebellion was wrong. 

(that’s right in this one I KILLED LUKE) 

The Rebellion gets interesting bedfellows in Scum and Villiany (the Hutts can’t let Tatooine’s destruction go unpunished, and as the Hutts go, so go most of the galaxy’s grey legion). Leia, now the last great hope, is somewhat forced into Jedi Training by Yoda - she chafes, but what option does she have? Yoda watches in despair as she grows sharper and more deadly, more prone to anger and hatred. 

....things don’t STAY this bad - Leia finds Maz who proves to be an excellent Force Mentor AND pirate negotiator, and they start to realize that...maybe...they could hijack the Death Star. If they could point it at the Imperial Center...

Even a partial firing would be the end of Couroscant, but it would also be the end of the Emperor, and at this point, the only victory left to them may be a phyrric one...

Yeah, that’s the angstiest idea I’ve ever enabled.

Ask me writing questions!!

[wildlyglittering]

Organising Myself

I am writing this mainly to fix my brain into my head and to try and: 

a) remind myself of what I have written and;

b) record down my plans of what I aim to write

I am sort of hoping that by writing down b) and putting it out into the ether it will give me the much needed kick up the bum in terms of motivation to actually write the damn things. My rationale is that if it is out there then I am making a commitment to actually do it. 

I have tons of ideas and some I may have to let slide but this is what I’ve done so far/ aim to do so far. 

I’m only an itty bitty writer so I’m not expecting anyone to be interested (if you are then that will definitely help with the motivation) but this is more for well, organising myself and keeping myself on track. 

I guess I sort of write for two fandoms now. Everything I post on Tumblr I also post on A03 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/writinginthedust

So, here is what I have written. It’s not much, but it’s a start. 

Everlark

Four drabbles written as part of D12 Drabbles:-

Before the Moment - "Suitcase” prompt

In Reverse - “First Date” prompt

Once - “Caught red handed” prompt

The Wedding - “Wedding” prompt 

One submission to The Everlark Games Christmas Challenge 2016. It won, so that is awesome!

The Christmas Gift

Four pieces for Everlark Birthday Gifts:-

The Things We Do For Love - arranged marriage request

Two for Two - fluff piece request

Into the Woods - smut request

Christmas Countdown - Everlark with toddlers request

Four (it seems to be the magic number) drabbles, imaginatively titled. Seriously, if someone wants to help me title those darn things let me know. 

Untitled Drabble #1 - an Everlark one night stand that doesn’t go as expected

Untitled Drabble #2 - a Father’s Day themed drabble

Untitled Drabble #3 - where Peeta really doesn’t want to be living in his parent’s basement anymore

Untitled Drabble #4 - based on the prompt ‘you’ve moved into the house next to my mom’s and she has you doing her housework.’

Nessian

The Threads That Bind Us - based off the idea that Cassian is being introduced to Nesta’s existence one painful moment at a time

To the Victor the Spoils - Cassian’s experiences in the Illyrian training camps

In the Darkness of the Sea - a Nesta angst piece reflecting on what it was like in the cauldron

Amongst the Archives - when Feyre and Rhys start reading notes from Cassian to Nesta that really aren’t intended for their eyes

You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know - Cassian and the entirety of the universe work something out before Nesta does

So, here are my plans. Plans I am desperate to commit to and so by writing this down for the eyes of others to see I am hoping it will keep me on the path! Obviously more may get added on because I am An Idiot. 

In no particular order:

Everlark

Untitled Drabble - based on prompt ‘my kid just shot a bottle rocket into your window’

Untitled Drabble - based on prompt ‘we’re both in the vegetable aisle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages’

Artemis Rising - artist Peeta and gallery visitor Katniss, where some of the pieces look a little familiar to her eyes...

What Goes Around - technically this is something I started for Everlark fic exchange based on a college AU prompt. My plan is to definitely continue this one! 

Reformation - gain something I started for the Everlark fic exchange based on an Everlark historical AU. I have this outlined out, I just need to write it!

Trick or Treat - continuation of something I wrote for Halloween a couple of years ago

Untitled WIP - based on victor Peeta and seam Katniss married to Gale

The Wrong Boy - Katniss making choices. Or not. 

Untitled Drabble #4 continuation - I’m gonna do it

Everlark Birthday Gift for September - I’m actually gonna have to do it

Christmas Everlark Piece for 2018- so far I have done something for Everlark each Christmas and I don’t want to stop now

Nessian

TBC #1 - a destructive Nesta POV piece

TBC #2 - pregnant Nesta where Cassian isn’t taking the news as well as could be expected...

TBC #3 - Azriel and Nesta as friends, based on a prompt from a while ago

Surprise Party - yep. Where everyone gets a surprise. Modern au. 

The Six That Came Before - Cassian reflection on the six women that came into Cassian’s life

Untitled WIP - modern au where Cassian and Nesta are exes and Cassian starts seeing someone new

Mile High - a modern au with Cassian as a pilot & Nesta as one of his first class passengers

In the Garden, Among the Flowers - Nessian viewed through the eyes of others

It doesn’t seem like a lot but it feels like a lot especially as I take about a trillion years to do anything. 

I am desperately trying to get back into the writing malarkey and will also take any prompts if anyone wants me to write anything as it might just inspire me! 

[politicalmamaduck]

food for the soul

Rey struggles with new food and the knowledge that Kylo Ren is her soulmate.

A gift for @southsidestory in honor of her donation to @reylotrashcompactor‘s GoFundMe. Read it on ao3 here. My deepest gratitude to @southsidestory for her generosity, and to @galacticprideandprejudice for her beta help in making this fic the best it could be. <3

(Please mind the tags.)

The Force works in mysterious ways.

The Force works in mysterious ways, Rey kept telling herself.

She repeated it over and over as she threw up the remains of her dinner, emptying what little remained in her stomach as quietly as she could. The walls on the Resistance’s new base were thin, and she didn’t want anyone to know how much trouble she was having with new food. Finn was away, having accepted a new assignment from General Organa. Poe was busy with the new pilots, including a recovered Rose, who was learning to fly to honor her lost sister. Leia was as busy as ever, and Rey did not want to add another burden to the general’s already lowered shoulders. Food and troops were scarce enough on their small moon, removed as they were from the central hyperspace lanes. They were not far from Crait and D’Qar, but far in the Outer Rim, removed from the Core and the destroyed Hosnian system.

She tried to meditate like Master Luke taught her on Ahch-To, but she couldn’t concentrate. She was shaking, whether from the lack of food or from the knowledge she couldn’t process, she did not know.

At night she tossed and turned, alternating between shivering from cold or burning up, sweating in a hot flash. She was aware that her body needed time to adjust to new climates, new environments, but even on her hungriest days on Jakku she never hated her body so much for betraying her.

And beneath the physical struggle was the mental, spiritual, emotional. The turmoil in her stomach compared to the battle she waged with her own mind.

She managed to close the Force’s bond between them on Crait, but after delving into the ancient Jedi texts with the help of C-3PO, R2-D2, and BB-8, whose memory banks she slightly altered, she now knew a deeper truth.

The Supreme Leader of the First Order was her soulmate, and his fate was indelibly linked with her own.

The Force works in mysterious ways.

Rey was so hungry the next day at dinner that she ate nearly everything in sight, then spent the evening throwing it up again, just like the day prior.

As she lay in bed again that night, once more unable to sleep, her thoughts drifted across the galaxy. Somehow, she knew he couldn’t sleep either. Putting him out of her mind once more, she resolutely determined to visualize the island, to feel the salt spray on her skin, to breathe deeply and become one with the Force. She would find her balance again, she just had to keep trying.

She finally fell asleep, her thin blanket tangled around her legs, her throat sore from throwing up, and tears crusted in her eyes.

As a child Ben Solo read ancient Alderaanian love poetry and dreamed of the day he would find someone he could love as much as the poets loved their muses. They yearned for their soulmates the way he yearned for his parents’ attention. As he grew older, he gave up on the idea that he would be his parents’ first priority, but dreamed of writing Alderaanian poetry for his soulmate.

Kylo Ren barely thought about his parents, his soulmate, or Alderaanian poetry. When he did, it was only to lament how he never truly possessed that which he wanted. The Supreme Leader was too busy for such trifles anyway. He had to deal with the interminable Hux every day, and an endless litany of problems. The First Order had invested most of its capital in the Supremacy, the Fulminatrix, and Starkiller Base, and all three were gone, destroyed by the Resistance, which they in turn failed to destroy. Flames of rebellion had lit across the galaxy, and there were not enough competent officers to control and put out the fires.

At night he struggled to sleep as he always had, but his dreams were queer of late. He dreamed of Rey, no longer at peace on her island, but ill, in bed and shaking.

She had not appeared to him in his waking hours since Crait, but he knew it was only a matter of time. The Force worked in mysterious ways.

…

It was Rey’s third day of eating to make up for everything she had lost the night before, then voiding it in the same fashion, when she heard a voice behind her as she knelt in the refresher.

“You can’t keep doing this, Rey, and you know it.”

It was a voice she thought she would never hear again, that she thought she had closed herself off from; the last person in the world she wanted to see.

Her soulmate.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said, not looking behind her, but only down at her own reflection in the toilet.

“I know,” he replied, more gently than she expected. “But I’m here whether I want to be or you want me to be or not. The Force isn’t done with us.”

“I know,” she responded, getting up from the toilet and washing her face and hands. She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror; he looked as exhausted as she felt.

“Rey, you deserve more than this,” he said, at which she finally turned to face him.

“What do you know about what I deserve?” she spat back.

“You’re strong with the Force, stronger than you want to admit. You’re wasted here with the Resistance, hiding, running, pretending to fit in with everyone else. You’re not alone, but you can’t tell them about what happened, can you?”

“Did you tell the First Order the truth?” she asked, narrowing her gaze at him.

“No,” he answered, looking at her, then down to his feet. “I blamed you.”

“Good,” she replied.

Kylo disappeared, looking sadder than ever.

…

I am one with the Force, the Force is with me.

The ancient Jedi library in the Temple on Coruscant was not entirely destroyed by Emperor Palpatine; ever the pragmatist, though he disdained Jedi teachings, he realized the value of such an archive, as well as its utility as bait to trap any Jedi who may have survived the purge.

Ben Solo went there once, with his uncle Luke. It was a sad, desolate place since the fall of the Empire; the New Republic guarded the site, but since Coruscant was no longer the galactic capital, its priorities laid elsewhere, and it was not as well preserved as it should have been.

Kylo Ren knew it would hold the answer to his question, however, and to appear with the support of the citizenry, to do homage to the ways of old on Coruscant would do much for the First Order’s propaganda machine. He hated politics, but his mother taught him well. He hated to admit it, but Hux’s pompous, bombastic speeches served their purpose. He too could play his part for the Order’s greater good. And so he met with Coruscanti officials, appeared in public, all while hearing the Temple’s siren call. It was a temptation, a lure of the Light, but he would do what needed to be done.

It was in the dark of the night, a night that could never truly be dark with Coruscant’s trillion lights, that Kylo Ren howled with rage and would have destroyed the entire chamber in which he was sitting if only his scholar’s heart would have allowed him to do so. The text he was reading was nearly four thousand years old and irreplaceable.

Snoke had lied, as he always had.

He had not created the bond between Rey and Kylo.

They were soulmates, as Revan and Bastila Shan had been before them.

Kylo Ren stalked the halls of the former Jedi Temple, the plundered Imperial Palace, the empty home of the Force, crying for the love he could never have, for the boy he had been, for the galaxy that was as broken as his soul.

…

Rey awoke once more with a hollow stomach and cheeks, aching all over. She could feel profound anguish in the Force, and she couldn’t help but wonder what on earth could have happened to make a man who killed his father and his master and abandoned his family for galactic dominance so profoundly sad.

She sat down in her small room and realized again that she and her soulmate were not so different after all.

She ate breakfast slowly, carefully, sipping on some Gatalentan tea and spent the morning meditating and training. She felt the ghost of a sparring partner dancing with her in the training room, matching her blow for blow, aggressive, tenacious, and powerful. Her equal in the dark and the light, her counterpart, at once her strongest enemy and closest friend, the one who knew her secrets. She knew his body as intimately as she knew her own, his mind was open to hers, he was her soulmate and she was his and they were one, just as they were in Snoke’s throne room.

The Force flowed through them, buoying them despite their exhaustion. They drew on its depth and on each other, swinging their blades ever more gracefully, ever more intensely, testing each other, learning from each other as they had twice before.

It was a song, a dance they both knew all too well. He would strike there, and she would strike there. Their hearts, their breathing, their movements perfectly in sync, complementing each other even as they fought for dominance.

Rey was the predator, and Ben Solo her prey. Here, she saw no hint of the darkness that followed him, no pretense or vanity. Here, he was hers, and hers alone.  

…

Kylo Ren returned to the Finalizer without sleeping. After he left the Temple on Coruscant, he went hundreds of levels down to a seedy, dark cantina filled with various species and as many smoke hazes to match. The liquor certainly wasn’t top shelf, but it was cheap and burned the way he liked it. An Aqualish bounty hunter made the mistake of attempting to pick a fight with him after Kylo had downed a few drinks, and soon the cantina floor obtained a few more bloodstains and the proprietor obtained a few more credits.

Upon his return, he swept Hux and the other generals out of the way with the Force, and let loose in a training room until he was laying on the floor, drenched in sweat, his vision swimming. He was exhausted, but could not sleep; his body was too full of nervous energy, and his heart raced from his training. He looked up to see Rey also practicing her forms.

He joined her deadly dance, with her through the Force in the way he could not be physically. Their blades met over and over, casting purple lights on the floor and walls and deepening the shadowed hollows under their eyes.

She was as thin as ever, but looking better than she had the last time he saw her. Her fighting had certainly lost none of its intensity. She pursued him as she had on Starkiller, as she fought Snoke’s Praetorian guards. She was an angel of death and destruction, and he had never seen something so beautiful, so perfect, so deadly, in all his life.

The ancient Alderaanian poets could not compare with Rey of Jakku whirling his grandfather’s rebuilt saber in the darkness of a decrepit Resistance base in the middle of nowhere, across the galaxy from him.

He swung low, towards her waist, and she parried his blow, spinning away from him.

They stood, breathing heavily, looking at each other, not saying a word.

Rey faded away from him, and Kylo Ren sat up on his training mat, covered in sweat.

…

That night, Rey was able to eat a manageable amount at dinner, and kept it all down. She felt refreshed after stretching and showering before bed, and slept the whole night through, dreaming of the island, the porgs cooing to her and the scent of saltwater.

She dreamt of a lover’s kiss, of a gentle hand undoing her buns. She felt desire curling her toes and pooling in her core, of a body entwined with hers, a heart beating with hers, lungs breathing with hers.

She awoke feeling relaxed and at peace for the first time since Ahch-To.

…

Kylo Ren hadn’t slept a whole night through since he was a child, if ever.

That night he collapsed in his bed almost immediately after stepping out of the refresher, feeling exhausted from the day’s events and those of the day prior.

He dreamt of Rey, at peace on her island, reading ancient Jedi texts. He dreamt he was writing Alderaanian poetry once more, reciting it to her and his mother. He taught her the ancient braiding art, plaiting her hair in honor of her Force sensitivity and to show that she was the partner to the heir to the throne.

He awoke the next morning, and ordered his ship readied.

He had never been to New Alderaan. He wasn’t sure how to get to Rey’s island, if she would ever share that information with him. She was still in the middle of nowhere with the Resistance; his nightly dreamscape visits to her had not revealed their location. But he was sure that the mountains and balmy blue skies of what should have been his homeworld would help him obtain the peace he sought, even without her by his side.

He thought Rey would like it there, if she ever chose to visit.

She would find him again; she always would. She was not yet ready to accept his offer from the Supremacy, and he had to find his own peace. They had accepted their truth with their last duel, and he had no doubt the Force wasn’t yet done with them. 

[akane171]

...I think we have VERY different definitions of writing talent😅🙈

He absolutely is! Just, uff, perfectly executed!😍

Juup, it truly is😁 It's actually kinda funny, cause last year there was a Zoom-thingy for each Season of TVD with Julie Plec and two of the actors and for season 6 they brought in Ian Sommerhalder (who played Damon) and Chris, and Ian spent most of it either gushing over how brilliantly Chris played the role or ranting over how stupid it is fans always find excuses for his own character and how refreshing Kai being apologetically evil is 😂😂

Ohhh, you mean kinda like LW's Maxwell Lord in PiaD?🤔 That would really have been a fun character to have around!😍

I said it before, I'll say it again: Mon-El really really needs some good therapy. Can we PLEASE send the poor boy to therapy? +a visit to Alura and Eliza cause he desperately needs some nice, warm motherly love😭

...😫 See? Evil!Mon wouldn't have bothered with something like this! He would have just been like "fuck it" and run off never to be found again with Kara!😂

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! Uh-uh! Stop! He was NOT tortured and hurt for centuries and THEN told them to fuck off! He time travelled back trying to save Kara several times and when that never worked out, he told the universe "fuck you" and spent centuries just not giving a fuck anymore, cause why bother, right?😅

(HAHAHA all good! I know you're just joking/teasing😂😊 And jup, I'm never said it WASN'T still heartbreaking🤷🏻‍♀️😂🙈)

...Don't Just "mhm" like that! YOU KNOW I'm right!😂

Nope, Nope, Nope, I'll pass and can't compete with that!😅🙈

Uff, honestly? There is like a trillion that remind me of them😅 Well, to count off a few: Obviously "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, but also "How you remind me" by Nickelback, "Just a Dream" by Nelly, "Wings" by Birdy, "Flashlight" by Jessie J, "Hold on" by Chord Overstreet, "Stand by You" by Rachel Platten, "Never let me Go by Florence+the Maschine, "Arcade" by Duncan Lorence, "Lovely" by Billie Ellish, "Shut up+Dance" by Walk the Moon and probably a billion others that don't come to mind right now...(This is not even including the songs they used for Karamel scenes in the show😅) I'll try to write down more when I remember them if you want?🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

Do YOU have any Karamel songs?

Haha, you DID motivate me to get my ass up and at least finish the one I uploaded and continue writing another unfinished one, so thanks!😂 Haha, good to hear it's not absolute BS😊🙈

Yes, yes, our dear sweet smart cookie engineer😊😍🙈 

...I did NOT expect that but now you put some very weird ideas in my head...WHYYYYY?😭😭😅😅😂😂 (You know, technically neurons work with energy so does that mean if he's focused and trained precisely enough he could ma- Okay, NO, I'm not going there, forget this!🙈🙈🙈)

It's so stupid, it's like they keep forgetting the powers the characters have (same with Mon being made to stumble by a HUMAN?? Or most of anything J'onn can do?? Mon's speed ended up neglected too... Kara's heat vision was rendered pretty much useless...?? 😖)

DRAGON RIDERS?!?!?! DID YOU JUST SAY DRAGON RIDERS?!?!?! HOLY SHIT, DRAGONS RIDERS!?!?!😱😱😱😱😱😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAAASSSSEEEEE WRITE THAT ONE!!!😍😍😍😍😭😍😭😍😭😍😭😍😭 

Uhhhh 😍😍😍 Night of the Hunter?!?!😍😍😍😍 Tell me mooooreeee???????😭😍😭😍😭

You too!😊 And have a great start into the fresh, new week tomorrow😊💃🏻

PS: OH! Another headcanon I have (tho this is kinda thanks to SamAwakens' fics) is that Donna Troy and Mon-El would be super super best buddies if they met 😍😍

XXX

Go and touch some grass, will ya =='

Or boy has talent TT

Lol, i saw it. Even if I didn't get everything, i was just there to see our fave hermit blessing us with his face xD

Hmm... not really. Max is on his own league and is funny. Plus i don't believe he would use myriad and try to lobotomize people in any scenario. While Lena - sad violin noises -. Imagine a typical white privileged white bitch, drinking whiskey, stroking... well, not a cat, but a lizard, lying to everyone, cackling from time to time etc. You know what? Imagine younger Lillian. She was superrior Luthor but I think Lena would fit something like her.

Well, that it's in the fic writers hands, I guess? Yeah, instead of one horrible mother he has two amazing moms now!!

MHM

Not saving Kara is not a torture, she says. MHM HARDER

Said a person who, along with Lw aka her partner in crime, is happily murdering kangaroos.

MHM AGAIN

Oh, "How you remind me" by Nickelback is on my karamel playlist too. If you like Florence, you should talk with LW about them, she is their die hard fan.

For sure I will check them all later, thanks. You can send more :D

Well, ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE is their song and you can't change my mind. But check In Vain by Within Temptation.

Nothing of the heart remains Even if we could've stayed We've been here long enough Long enough to know it's all in vain Everything we tried to say Up until the final day I guess we said enough Said enough to know it's all in vain

Also, absoultely Uncovered by Indica

Do you know me, really know me

Are you passing by

I've been waiting for a lover

To see me like no other

There's a road to be discovered

I'm dying to be uncovered

Uncovered

I want to show you all my colors

Also, Song 3 (acoustic) by Stone Sour, Nothing Else Matter by Metallica, Your Soul by Rhodes, Listen to tour heaqrt by Roxette, My life would suck without you by Kelly Clarkson and soooo many others.

YAY! GO GO SWEET ANON!

He is such a badass in the comics. And I'm still SAD they just ignored his lead allergy and fix it just like that, while it was one of the things that made him hmm, still alien but a little like a human? That had some disabilities that made him vulnerable and not as super as the rest of the heroes. Instead of giving him a wife no one wanted, they could followed this fucking canon, but no, why, let's just annoy everyone with Mimra. UGH

No, no, noooo, continue. What playing with neurons could do and how it could improve their sex life. Shoot.

Don't ask me how. Thye were PAID for it. "I do not want my fantasy media to be realistic. I want my fantasy media to be convincing." Forgettign the powers of the characters doesn't make it fucking convincing.

Yes dragon riders. With some idea from How To Train Dragon, mixed with Mon-el of Daxam being a hostage taken by Kryptonians aka a place hidden behind some magical barrier and no Daxamite could have crossed (but he did - accidentally, while trying to escape some assasins), Kryptonians not knowing what to do with him, kryptonians being the dragon riders (each one chosen by a dragon), Mon-El almost sentenced to death but becasue of him, helping them with something, becoming their guest (a guest that can't leave for some period of time), him snoping around and meeting a hurt dragon that can't fly and our engineering smart ass creating something combined with magic. While where Kara is in it? No spoilers, lol

Well, when i finish Definitely, I'm going to finish The Night Of The Hunter... i don't rememebr what exactly I planned... so.... lol?

It's Monday, my friend, MONDAY TT

Donna? And Kara would have to be jealous xD