#author in progress

[bluepenstemon]

so we already know i’m a huge minecraft diaries fan and i want to take some insoiration from it for my book.

in my book, there are 5 immortals known as the friðr (the old norse word for peace). they are known to me as the original friðr since there is a new generation

one and like three fourths of the immortals are villains (as in one is a fully fledged villain, one is a follower, and another is misguided). two are heroes. they gained immortality when shay (the fully fledged villain) killed one of the elder gods. this is when a civil war broke out between the 5. they separated and nearly destroyed each other, but somehow survived (i don’t know how just yet), but that’s not important. what’s important is the gods are furious at shay and really all 5 of them for stealing immortality, which they see as something that was not theirs to take.

i need a way for the 5 of them to stay alive and not be targeted by the gods and i’m not sure what to do. what do they do to escape the gods’ wrath/immortality if they didn’t want it?

shay runs an assassin academy for specialized fighters to protect himself from the gods’ wrath and any mortals they use to get the job done.

rhosyn, the follower, stays with shay and is protected by the assassins.

zyan, the misguided villain, i think reinvents identities every 70 ish years.

mara and anneth, the two heroes who never wanted immortality, also reinvent themselves, but they’ve found a way to come as close to dying as they physically can. what i’m thinking they do is, they invented a way to deage themselves and lock away their memories so they can have a fresh slate every “life”. what i can’t figure out is where the memories go. is it like irene? are their memories stored in relics?

if i wanted relics, how would i fit them in here with all of the immortals being alive? the original friðr are represented by objects: a crown, a sword, a shield, a rune, a heart, and a thread. they each have another object as well that i haven’t come up with yet. the new friðr, though, are basically the reincarnations of the old friðr, though they have different secondary objects. they are: the crown of a lion, the sword shining with the ways of the sun, the shield made of tatem (a kind of partly healing, partly toxic plant), the rune read by the ocean, the heart made of moonflower petals, and the thread made of starlight. how do i have the reincarnations with the og friðr still being alive?

currently, there are two prophecies, though one is not done for the original friðr and has to do with uniting the magickal world. the new prophecy for the new friðr have a prophecy that has to do with returning the life forces of the og friðr and restoring the balance of magick.

basically, if anyone has any ideas on how to flesh out my ideas, i would greatly appreciate it.

[justwriteyoudummy]

[Fragments of Magic] . No cover with this particular post just yet but I wanted to get one of these out there into the world! Now that I've done all my intro posts I'm floundering on what I should do next. I might take it easy for a bit while i decide. . Been testing the waters of getting back into book 2 draft 2 so that will probably end up being where today's energy is spent. . PS: when I say expanded elemental magic system I mean 12 full elements. ;)c 

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[bamsara]

I think that one thing people fail to understand is that unsolicited literary criticism coming from an online stranger who is reading with no knowledge of what the authors intended goal is, is not going to be received the same as say: the authors beta reader or friends who know what the authors intended goal and has the sufficient knowledge and input to help the author reach that desired outcome.

"But I'm only trying to be helpful" How do I know you have the knowledge and literary skill for you to be able to actaully do that when we don't know each other and you are essentially a stranger to me? Are you applying this criticism based out of personal biased experience and desire to see the story or characterization be driven in another direction or tweaked, or do you know the author's intentions for the character? If the story is incomplete, are you basing your criticism of a character on the incomplete narration with only partial information available of them or are you building up a report until the story's completion? Did the author provide you with the information needed to make a fully informed criticism?

Have you discussed with the author what their plans are or are you assuming them based off the narration, especially if the narration is proven or implied to be unreliable or missing key points of the plot? Are you unbiased enough to help them reach their desired outcome for the characters and story regardless of your personal feelings towards the characters/antagonists and setting? Can you handle being told your specific input isn't wanted because you're a reader and/or have no written anything relating to their genre or topic? Do you understand and respect that the author's personal experiences might influence their writing and make it different than how you would have done it personally? Do you understand if an author only wants input from a specific demographic relating to their story?

If it's for fanfiction or other hobby media, are you holding a free hobby to a professional standard? Are you trying to give criticism because you feel like the author has produced 'subpar job performance' of their fic? Are you viewing their work as a personal intimate outlet or something that must conform with mass media? Are you applying rules and guidelines when the fic is shared for simple sharing sake? Is your criticism worded appropriately and focused on the parts where the author has requested input on rather than a general dismissal and or disapproval?

Have you put yourself in a place where you assumed you have the input needed for the story to evolve better, or have you asked what the author needs and what they're having trouble with? Can you handle having your criticism rejected if the author decides their story doesn't need the change and not take it as a personal offense against your character? Are you crossing that boundary because you think you are doing the author a favor? Are you trying to be helpful, or do you just want to be?

I think sometimes when people hear authors go 'please don't give me unsolicited writing advice or criticism' they automatically chalk it up to 'this author doesn't want ANY constructive feedback on their stuff at all' and not "i already have trusted individuals who will help me with my writing goals and- hey i don't know you like that, please stop acting so overly familiar with me'

[anauthorinprogress]

I will do it!

I am determined!

Like every year I've signed up for NaNoWriMo...

But this is different!!

Right guys? heh...

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Please SOMEBODY make it happen!!!!

[morbethgames]

NEW UPDATE IS OUT!

I’M FREE! FREEEEEE! 32 MOSTLY UNIQUE VARIATIONS OF INTIMATE SCENES DONE!

Clears throat

So, like stated above, the update is out! I’ll leave a list of patch notes, but this is majorly a bigger one for Alzarez and Lance romancers. The Lance extra story “Movie and Dessert” is being released with this update. You will need to replay the game. I’m sorry about that. BUT it’s because I added in new variables to the train scene so that stuff said there could possibly be brought up in this new scene! Reactivity, yay!

Along with that, you’ll get to read Alvarez’s flashback scene which is the actual end of Chapter 4. Along with a lot of little goodies. All in all, there was about… 44k-45k words added into this update? 40k of them are entirely optional and only happen if you choose to hang out with Lance after Alvarez’s flashback scene scene.

Not gonna lie, 1 variation in I was confident it would take two weeks. 8 variations in I was a bit tired but still energized to get this scene done. 16 variations in I had to step away for a couple of days to not let my brain melt. By the time I hit mid-twenties in variation for this scene, I was finding myself thinking that it just. wasn’t. worth it.

I have no idea if I’ll make the other intimate scenes this branching. It was honestly a lot of work. Like, a lot, it it was so fatiguing after a while, but I knew I had to get it done. IT’s also the reason I paused my patreon this month, because it wouldn’t be fair to charge people for something that they’re not getting early as promised in the rewards. This took way longer than I thought, so I wanted to just release it to everyone at once.

I do hope you guys enjoy it, and without further ado, here are the patch notes for this update.

Stay Brilliant, -Vi

Patch Notes:

“Movie and Dessert” Lance Extra Scene is finished.

Alvarez Flashback scene is finished.

Added a Text Box Investigation Tab in the Stats Screen.

You are now able to toggle between Text Box Investigations and regular choice script gameplay for TBI sequences.

You can now view the Text Box Investigation tutorial at any time via the stats screen.

Removed the Text Box Investigation Tutorial from chapter 4.

Added an option in the beginning of the game to Fade To Black during intimate scenes.

You can now pick asexual and aromantic as separate options, and they are not tied to each other.

Grammar edits and fixes (thank you to all who report them).

🛡️Patreon | Forum Page | Demo Link🛡️

[that-butch-archivist]

A recent acquisition originally published in 1965, and sure to be an interesting read ...

[char-writes]

3AM writing brain: We came up with so many ideas today!

Daytime writing brain: You put twelve unconnected words into a note app and there is not a single complete sentence to be found

3AM writing brain:

[madrewrites]

not writing my wip and not not writing my wip but a secret third thing (elaborately daydreaming about wip)

[goodluckclove]

Man, you're thinking, I'm struggling with writing. But this stranger on the internet can't possibly want to personally cheer me on and talk me through my creative problems for free and for nothing in return.

Listen. Let me tell you about my day.

Wife has what is, to me, a Big Important Job. Because of that, and with her support, I get to try my shot at being a full-time writer. So about six days a week, I get up and write for five hours and market for three. Every day. It's all I do.

This is cool and a problem - a cool problem, so to speak. I need other things to do with my time and for the sake of my carpal tunnel. And it has always been a dream of mine to support other artists, just because I feel like if you want to do art you should do it. And if the art is so hard you can't figure out how to start, maybe you're thinking about it the wrong way.

If I do nothing else substantial with my day it will be a rousing success because last night I asked a friend to write me three sentences and they came back with seven. That's the most amazing thing in the world to me.

So if you think you'd be taking up my time or burdening me by talking about your writing, you're not. I've decided to consider this part of my job.

Asks are open. Chat is open. Email address is luckyclovegardener@gmail.com. Send me what you're working on, send me what you're struggling with, tell me why you're struggling and I swear to god I will leap through the screen and help.

Try me.

[elysiumcircusif]

18+, content warnings for horror, fear and death.

Come One! Come All!

When the lady of summer graces the town of Dusklight, she brings a plethora of fun with her in the form of a circus known as "Elysium".

The residents of Dusklight can be seen spending their leisurely summer days in this dome of fun.

There are all the rides one can dream of! Rollercoasters, carousels, ferris wheel, hall of mirrors, fun house, house of horrors, teacups, you name it, Elysium's got it!

But of course, our circus won't be complete without its marvelous cast!

Let me introduce you to them:

First up, we have, drumroll please!

THE RINGMASTER! The runner of the show and the captain of our vessel. The ringmaster will ensure your safety but also guarantee your fun at Elysium. Keeping you entertained is their first and foremost duty. For I exist only for your pleasure, I will make sure you walk out thoroughly entertained.

Next, please give it up for, drumroll again please!

THE CONTORTIONIST! Watch in awe as his body defies the laws of gravity. He moves like he doesn't have a single bone in his body. Though some find him a bit strange and unnerving it's all hearsay. He will have your mind swirling with his moves. Watch me, watch me, are you getting confused? Are you getting sleepy?

Moving on, we have, keep the drums coming!

THE DANCERS! Please have a look at our enchanting triplets. Their dances are mesmerising stories of tragedies. As they dance in unison, the stories become more captivating to watch. They will immerse you in their performance. You won't regret buying a ticket to a show of our trio. Hold on dear brother, we might just make it out of here. Hold on dear sister we will see the sunlight soon.

And of course what circus is complete without- come on guys, I need the drum roll:

THE CLOWNS! There's two of them in Elysium. One of our clowns has his face painted to resemble a smile and the other has a permanent painted frown. Watch their skits to feel your belly twist with laughter! or perhaps it is nervousness that you feel in the pit of your stomach?

Let's keep the introductions going! More drumroll! Let's go and meet:

THE MIME A.K.A THE DOLL! Her face is made of porcelain. She'll entertain you silently with her gestures. Wrapped in a blue silk frock, her eyes the color of the sky at dawn, she is a beauty to gaze at. When she is not performing, she can be seen trying to get out of an invisible cage. Just another one of her gimmicks, I am sure.

And how can we forget the- drumroll!

THE FORTUNE TELLER! Hey there beautiful maiden, want to get your fortune told? Look no further! Elysium has a fortune teller at hand. Our old man is covered in a veil but his eyes are clearly visible. His eyes seem, sad and hollow somehow. He does not beat around the bush. Tell me oh wise man, what makes you so sad?

We are almost done with our cast, another drumroll, for-

THE TRAPEZE ARTISTS! Watch the young couple express their love to one another as they fly in the air. Stories of their love, romance and hardships all bottled into a trapeze performance are sure to catch your attention! Will we ever meet again my darling? Will I ever hear your sweet voice again?

And last but certainly not the least, ending drumroll please! Elysium couldn't function without:

THE RIDE OPERATORS AND THE FOOD STALL MANAGERS! They are the heart and soul of Elysium. Without them, we might as well close the circus! Though they don't speak much, they ensure that every craving you have is satisfied. Surely they don't believe that we don't know anything?

And that folks, completes the Elysium cast introduction! Thank you for your time and we hope to see you in Elysium this summer.

DEMO: SOON || PORTRAITS: TBA || KOFI || THE OTHER CAST♡♡♡(ROs) || ELYSIUM CIRCUS PLAYLIST

[justwriteyoudummy]

Fragments of Magic

. December is a special month for me when it comes to this story as this was the month I finally decided to stop having these characters just be dudes I drew and actually weave/piece together their story. . Fun fact: Brentan and Seraphina were the first two characters I created and were supposed to be a couple together (which is hilarious considering their relationship in writing now) But anyways, today I'm happy to introduce you guys to Brentan :) . . . Book Blurb: Just when Amber finally starts to understand the basics of how to wield the last part of her elemental magic, her mentor, Sage, is captured by the King’s elite forces for crimes against the crown. Living sequestered in the woods and with nowhere else to turn, Amber ventures to the nearby port city to look for help. There she finds an unwilling thief, Brentan, and manages to convince him to help in exchange for a favor for his own plans. Amber has no choice but to accept and they must work together to find a way to rescue Sage. . . . Art by Me

Find me on Instagram Fragments of Magic: Shards of Allunatia Book 1

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Reflection: A Retelling of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves”

The mirror is a gift from the dwarves. Its frame of hammered gold is wrought with delicately-crafted birds and beasts, fruit and flowers. Its silver-backed surface, unlike those created by human craftsman, shows a true reflection.

The queen loves to gaze at herself in the mirror. It tells her that she is beautiful—skin like milk, hair like midnight, eyes as blue as a crystalline lake. She is young, healthy, graceful, charming—perfection in human form. Truly a queen worthy of this kingdom.

Then, one day, the mirror’s message changes. It shows that the queen has lines around her eyes, sunspots on her nose, wicked glints of silver in her night-black hair. The queen does all she can to hide the damage, spends hours before the mirror with cosmetics and concealers. To the rest of the world, the queen is as perfect as ever.

Yet every morning, the mirror tells the truth.

Worst of all, her husband has a little daughter—barely fourteen years old—who grows lovelier by the day. Every morning, the mirror says that before long, those who worshiped the queen’s beauty will transfer their devotion to the princess—and will be right to do so.

The queen's beauty would not seem so tarnished if the princess were not there for comparison. The queen tries to send the princess to an isolated estate—tells her husband it is better for the girl to grow up away from the corrupting influences of the court. But the girl is too dear to her father. She wastes away with homesickness, until her father the king orders her to come home for the sake of her health.

The queen tries neglecting the girl in ways the king won't notice—refusing to let her wash with good soap, denying her a maid, forbidding her fashionable clothes and hairstyles. Through it all, the mirror tells her that the girl’s beauty shines out brighter than ever.

Before long, the queen spends hours by the mirror each day, locked in a futile endeavor to restore what is lost forever. One moonlit night, she finds a dagger, and considers plunging it into her heart just to end this ceaseless torment, but the morning shows her a better path.

She will never be perfect, nor make the princess less so—but she can destroy perfection.

It would be easy to take this dagger to where the princess sleeps and shove it through her perfect heart, but the queen doesn't dare to mar her own beauty with blood-stained hands.

She gives the dagger to a loyal huntsman. He takes the girl into the forest—and returns holding a small, bloody heart.

That night before the mirror, the queen's smile makes her glow with a new kind of beauty.

*

People often tell the princess she is beautiful. She believes them, for she has never seen an ugly face. Old Sal’s missing tooth is an open door into her smile. The chambermaid’s freckles make a daytime constellation. The little stable boy’s one good eye glitters green as an emerald. Her stepmother owns a beautiful mirror, but the princess barely gazes at it. Why would she waste time examining her own familiar face in a world with so many other lovely faces to gaze upon?

One day in early spring, she asks to go berrying in the forest beyond the castle, as she once did with her mother. To her surprise, the queen permits it—the queen rarely allows the princess anything that might be a luxury. She even sends one of her huntsmen as protection.

In the eaves of the forest, the princess finds strawberries not far from the path, and she hastens to gather as many as she can. She invites the huntsman to join her, but he stands statue-like at the edge of the clearing, always on guard. Not wanting him to go without, the princess brings the berries to him, and offers him the largest, sweetest one.

As she does, she gazes at his face. Scars make mountain ranges along his cheeks and brow. His hair is edged with silver. The lines of his face are solid as stone. His deep gray eyes hold storm clouds.

“Oh, my,” the princess says in awe. “You are beautiful.”

The huntsman’s face disappears as he hides it in one of his hands. “I can’t,” he says, his voice rough with unshed tears. “I must betray my queen."

His other hands darts to the side, quick as a serpent, and the silver flash of a blade disappears into the undergrowth.

The huntsmen places both of his hands on the princess’ shoulders and crouches to look into her face. “You must run. The queen wants you dead. If you stay at the palace, she will find a way to kill you. You must flee into the forest and never return.”

“The forest?” the princess asks in terror. She has often wandered in the eaves, but she has never dared the strange terrors that are said to lurk in its interior.

“There is nothing there that can harm such innocence,” the huntsman says. “You will find shelter.” He turns her around and pushes her toward the depths of the forest. “Now run! As fast and as far as you can!”

The shadows of the forest embrace her, and the flowers make a path at her feet. She crosses shallow rivers, climbs rocky slopes, winds through twisted groves of trees. She couldn’t return home even if she wanted to.

She had not been blind. She had seen something like ugliness in the queen’s face whenever they were alone. But hatred? Murder?

She nearly collapses with grief, but through the trees, she sees a wisp of smoke. A chimney. A roof over a tumbledown cottage. The princess runs through the open door, collapses on the floor, and is glad to find a safe place to weep.

Her father will think her dead, and she will not be there to comfort him. She will never again see any of the beautiful faces that fill the palace. The hundreds of hidden details that made the castle home are forever out of her reach. The huntsman saved her, but to what end? A lifetime of loneliness and misery? Is this truly a better fate than the quick death of a dagger through the heart?

She opens her eyes. She has looked too long at the sorrows in her heart. She must find solace from without.

She gazes upon the cottage.

And sees seven beautiful faces.

*

The dwarves love their princess. She is beautiful, not only because of her face, but because of the way her soul shines out through it. She is endlessly beautiful because she sees the beauty in everyone and everything.

There never was a girl so selfless. Her every waking moment is spent filling their days with a million small comforts. The cottage has never been so clean. The food has never been so lovingly prepared. There is nothing she would not do for them, and in return, they devote their lives to her service.

She needs their protection. One so naturally kind and innocent can’t recognize when strangers might have ill intent. One day, after being out in the woods, the seven dwarves return to the cottage to find the princess nearly strangled by a set of stays. When they revive her, she tells them of a ragged old woman (with such beautiful hands!) who asked for food and water and then repaid her generosity by giving a nearly-fatal gift. The eldest of the dwarves caught a glimpse of the stranger’s retreat, and saw enough of her form to suspect the queen.

The dwarves keep a closer guard on the princess, but six months later, a few minutes go by when all seven of them are away from home. They return to find the princess nearly killed by a poisoned comb in her hair. The story she tells is similar to the last one—an old woman in need of help repaid their kind princess with a gift meant to kill.

After that, the princess is never alone. The dwarf on guard duty always has the envied task, so lovely is it to be in her presence. A year, then two, go by with no signs of danger.

Then one winter morning, after a night of birthday feasting, all seven of the dwarves sleep late. The princess rises at her usual time, hoping to fix them a holiday breakfast. By the time the dwarves stumble out of bed, they find the princess sprawled across the kitchen floor—cold, pale and lifeless, with a poisoned apple in her hand.

They despise themselves for having failed her, but their love for the princess drives them to serve her the only way they can—by laying her body to rest. The cold, hard earth won’t take her, and they can’t bear to hide her away in the realm of death. Knowing that decay will not touch one so innocent, they place her in a coffin of glass and lay her in their garden, where her beauty can brighten the world in death as it did in life.

They keep a constant vigil, lost in loving grief. They ought to have known she would end this way. This is the fate of all innocence in this dark and sinful world—to be destroyed by wickedness. Even as they see this truth, they know that it is wrong. The world should not be this way, but what can they do? They wish and pray for better, but they can’t hope. How can innocence ever overcome such evil?

In the spring, when the last snow melts and the first snowbells bloom, the dwarves see movement in the woods beyond their cottage. A prince approaches on a snow-white horse. He is ruler of this forest and its mysterious ways—a king of kings, even more beautiful than their princess. His face shines with a wisdom that does nothing to defile the innocence of his heart.

He leaps from his horse, approaches the coffin, raises the lid, and takes the cold hand of the princess between his.

“Beloved,” he says, “arise.”

In his words and actions, the dwarves find the answer to the riddle they have pondered in their long vigil of grief. In a world of wickedness, the salvation of Innocence is Love.

The princess opens her eyes. Takes a breath. Sits up and gazes upon the world she loves, upon the one who loved her back to life. Something of the prince’s wisdom is reflected in her, so that her beauty is almost painful to behold.

The dwarves rejoice, and the princess rejoices with them. She kisses each one atop the head, but does not release the hand of her prince.

Eager to serve one who served them so well, the dwarves cook her breakfast, and she eats with even more enthusiasm than she showed in her former life. Yet when the meal ends, she stands with her prince at the threshold of the cottage.

“I must return to my father,” the princess says.

The dwarves protest. What of the queen? What of the danger?

The princess looks at her prince with eyes full of love. “I have nothing to fear.”

*

The king rejoices at his daughter’s return—he has thought her dead for so many years. Grief has aged and weakened him, but there is beauty in his face that grows brighter with every minute he spends in the presence of the princess.

The princess tells him of her troubles since she went away, and the king is horrified by her words. “I knew my wife had lost her reason,” he says, “but not her heart! She must pay for her crimes!”

He moves toward the door as though he will administer justice this moment.

The prince stops him with a gentle hand upon his chest. “There is no need.”

*

The queen gazes at herself in the mirror. She never looks anywhere else. If there is a world beyond the edges of its frame, she has forgotten it. She sees only her own face, searches for the remaining scraps of beauty, tries desperately to erase the blemishes that grow ever more hateful with the passing of years.

Another face appears in the reflection—a face the queen thought she had destroyed long ago. It is lovelier than ever. The queen hides her face in her hands so she can not see the painful beauty of the princess.

“Come away from there,” the princess says. “Gaze with me upon the other beauties of the world.”

“And lose myself?” the queen shrieks. “That is what you have always wanted—to destroy my very self! To take all the honor and beauty that should be mine!”

“I wish to save you,” the princess says. “Come away.”

“Never!” the queen screams, clutching the mirror in two white-knuckled hands. “I have everything I need right here! You can’t take it from me!”

The princess touches the queen’s shoulder. The queen screams and shrinks away, hiding her face once more in her hands.

A man’s voice—painful in its beauty—says, “Beloved, she has made her choice.”

At long last, they leave. The queen looks in the mirror and sees no face but her own. No greater beauty remains nearby to shame her.

In the confines of her world’s silver surface, she is fairest of all.

*

The queen is locked away in the prison of her choosing.

The king stays to do what good he can for his kingdom, and the princess promises to return for him after he has fulfilled his purpose.

The prince places the princess on his snow-white horse, and they travel once more past the cottage of the dwarves, who are glad to see her so beautiful and beloved.

At last, the prince brings the princess to his kingdom at the heart of the forest.

The beauty she finds there is beyond words.

[saturdaynightfrightclub]

Fanfic Master Post:

Life, Death, and In Between

DC X DP: Demon Twins AU (Danny Fenton/Damian Wayne Twin AU)

Teen Titans/ Young Justice/ Danny Phantom inspired

Alternating POV

Lots of Angst

Experimentation/Dissection

BatFam

Ghost King!Danny

Ghost Biology/ Ghost instincts

Identity shenanigans

Large Overarching mystery plot

Current Word Count: 92,014

Current Chapter Count: 26

Updates Monthly

~2k-5k Word Updates

Last Updated: 08/11/2024

r/AITA for not wanting to clean the BASEMENT?

DP X DC

Inspired by a Tumblr Prompt

Crack treated seriously

Alternating POV

Danny posts on Reddit about being forced to clean the basement.

Superman to the rescue

Hero Shenanigans

Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton

Found Family

Current Word Count: 21,547

Current Chapter Count: 16

Updates Bi-Monthly

~1k-3k Word Updates

Last Updated: 10/05/2024

Ghost Owl

DC X DP

Alternating POV

Danny adopted by Lincoln March AU

Lab accident happens earlier AU

Talon!Lincoln March

Trained as a Talon!Danny

Child Danny Fenton

BatFam Centric

Bruce Wayne and Lincoln March are brothers

Uncle!Bruce Wayne

Angst

Found Family

Current Word Count: 9,130

Current Chapter Count: 3

Updates Sporadically

~3k-5k Word Updates

Last Updated: 10/05/2024

Bruce Wayne’s Home for Wayward Clones

DC Batman/BatFam

DC doesn’t treat their child-clones well so they’re MINE NOW.

Angst

Comedy

Hurt/Comfort

Crack treated seriously

World’s Okayest Dad Bruce Wayne

Bruce tries to be a good dad, starts with collecting clones.

Different origin story for Heretic

Heretic (Damian’s Clone) lives.

Adopted!Respawn

Bruce Wayne’s Clone lives

Current Word Count: 720

Current Chapter Count: 1

Updates Sporadically

Last Updated: 06/28/2024

Upcoming WIPS and Fic Prompts/Ideas:

Of Bats and Brothers: Jason Todd escapes the league with Damian, Mara Al-Ghul, and Respawn. Featuring: Big Brother of the Year/ Parental Jason Todd, Good Mom Talia Al-Ghul, terror twins Mara and Damian

Said Cain to Abel: Damian and Respawn escape the league as young children, slowly make their way to family. Featuring: extreme Sibling Rivalry, hurt/comfort, father figure!Dick Grayson

Harry Potter Time-Travel fic I am contractually obligated to write as an AO3 author.

[xiaq]

Publishing is weird. Especially when you're used to fic. Because you write this thing. And then a year later you cut it in half and edit it for publication. And then a year after that, the first part comes out. And then a year after that the second part comes out. And you finally decide to sit down and read both of them through after a bit of distance except then you're immediately going "look at this glaring plothole, why did you use so many en dashes, stop saying the word 'like,'" except, unlike Ao3 where you can just go...make adjustments as needed, you're stuck with everyone seeing your writing's flaws.

And now I'm being overly critical about the things I'm currently writing because god forbid I'm making mistakes (not recognizing them) that I will someday kick myself for once I have further matured as a writer.

I guess the good news is that I'm writing at all? But that bad news is I'm a neurotic mess.

[kusakichan15]

LOKIUS - FAKE PRIEST x DEMON AU 👀✨

To earn some money Kent decided to introduce himself as a travelling priest, Father Mobius, once he found himself in a village that was allegedly being tormented by a demon... Little did he know the demon was more real than he expected...

The demon, Loki, takes interest in the newcomer's sudden appearance especially when previous priests have tried and failed to make him leave... He decides to observe the new priest and realized that he's not actually what he says he is and has a little fun with him...

Now Kent finds himself tricked into a deal with a demon that has begun to follow him around in exchange for leaving the village and giving the people peace...