#because this oneshot WILL demand to be written like RIGHT NOW

[takaraphoenix]

Also just holy shit I need to write approximately 50 more post-Nogitsune Stetopher fics.

I forgot that Peter was the one who came up with how to save Stiles.

I forgot that Chris was fully ready to kill Stiles to defeat the Nogitsune.

I also FULLY forgot that Stiles got a whole new body. This one fucks me up so badly I am so angry that I already wrote so many post-Nogitsune fics and didn't get to angst about Stiles' all new body.

[shinyrhinestones]

Loved in the night

Summary: Elle comforts Reader after her mother gets hospitilazed.

Pairing: Elle Greenaway X BAU!Fem!Reader.

Genre: Fluff, smut and angst.

NSFW.

Category: Oneshot

Warnings: Sickness, food, drinks. Oral (reader rec), petting, making out. Also Reader has a mum living in the US.

Also this is a draft from a long time ago. I’m not perfect at writing, and Especially not at smut, so yeah 🤷‍♀️ also this was probably written quickly so it probably feels rushed and there’s probably a bunch of grammar mistakes 🫠

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You’ve never really been worried about anything bad happening to your family. They didn’t live as close to you and your job, and you never really worried about their health either. Everything seemed to go well. But you never quite know what to expect. A phone call informing you about your mothers heart attack was a good way to ruin your entire day.

You got permission of your boss to leave for the day, and you rushed to the hospital. The doctor explained how it was going to be all right, and she would recover. You stayed by your mothers side for some time, even though she was unconscious. You still had some things at work to get done. Some files that hadn’t been finished up yet. And even though you were really worried about your mother, you didn’t know what to expect when your work wasn’t done. And as your mother still was unconscious, like She had been for all the time you’d been there, you figured you would hurry back to the bullpen.

You entered the bullpen walking a little slower than normally, and with a frown formed on your face. You walked over to your desk when you were questioned by a coworker. “Y/N, where have you been?” Derek asked, head tilting a little. Honestly, you really didn’t want to tell the truth. You sat down and slouched in your seat. You opened a drawer grabbing a handful of the files you needed to finish, and stuffed them in your bag. You looked up at Derek, and saw how Elle and JJ were now standing behind him aswell. “Uhm..” Was the only thing you managed to say, staring off to the side. “I..I don’t really want to talk about it” You were met with confused looks yet worried, but met with silence. Maybe because you stood up before giving them a chance to react properply, and walked over to Hotch’s office to let him know you were taking the files with you, and that you’ll finish them in time. He of course was surprised why you had returned when you had more important stuff to focus on at the moment.

“I know, Hotch, I do. But I’m so new to this whole thing I just wanna get these done and distract me from the trouble until she wakes up.” You rambled out of worry and a slight panic. “Y/N, it’s okay, go home” Hotch said in a calm yet demanding voice. You nodded and turned around leaving his office. When you walked past Elle’s desk she immediately stood up to catch up with you. “Y/N, What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Normally Elle would’ve let the person walk away. She normally would’ve shrugged, and turned her attention back to whatever she was doing before. But this was something completely different than normal to her. You stopped walking to be able to look her in the eyes, and have a normal conversation. You looked into her brown eyes, letting them study your face. Your heart almost melted at the sight of Elle being concerned for you. As a profiler, you could notice how she actually cared about you. But you never thought more of it, than just being a good friend. Because the thought of her being interessed in you was abnormal. Elle always seemed to good for anything really. And maybe she wasn’t even into girls.

You let your eyes fall down, and you bit the inside of your cheek. Debating on if you should tell her or not. “What is it?” She asked again, knowing something was wrong. Not only did she notice your behaviour, but also how you had visited Hotch’s office twice that day. “My mother had a heart-attack” You sighed, and brushed some of your hair behind your ears. Elle’s eyes softened even more. “Are you going to the hospital?” She asked, trying to meet your eyes. “Well, I have these files to finish, but I also want to be there for my mum when she wakes up, so I might do them in the hospital.” You explained, looking all over the place. Elle nodded along to your words, and almost started to frown herself. “What if I help you with that? We can just take it slow, alright? I'm sure Hotch understands.” She tried to calm you down, as you came of as very troubled and in distress. “Right, yeah. I’m sorry” You hid your face in your hands for a moment, then looked at the dark haired woman again. “Why don’t I help you? Let me take you to the hospital, and then accompany you there. You seem like someone who could do well with some support.” She said, holding your hands and then let them go, when you agreed. She quickly made sure that everything she had to take care of was done, so she could go home already.

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Elle went to hospital with you, and sat with you out in the hallway when your mother had to go through some tests. She sat down next to you, and reached you a waterbottle.

“Thank you.” You mumbled and accepted the bottle. But you didn’t open it. You just fiddled with the bottle in both of your hands. Hearing the water squish and the water moving fast in motion. Elle stared at you and your playing. Her eyes were studying you and she couldn’t help but profiling you. But honestly it didn’t take a profiler to know you were sad and down. Elle’s palms were sweaty and she tried to rub it off on her jeans. Elle could be quite a private person. Not one to always accept her company outside of work.

And perhaps you should’ve noticed that as a profiler. But everything in the moment was too overwhelming for you.

Elle rested a hand on your back, trying to show her support. She didn’t really know what to say. Other than admiring you, she of course tried to find the right words to say. But Elle just ended up sighing and left it at that. You didn’t wanna admit it in the moment, but Elles hand on your back made you try really hard not to smile or blush. Luckily, when you sit next to each other in a hospital, you dont see each others faces unless forced by yourselves. Would’ve been really hard to explain why you were smiling, in this situation.

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And again, Elle wouldn’t let you go home alone. She was the one who convinced you to go home, and get some rest. That rest in the hospital wasn’t that enjoyable. Elle knew what she was talking about.

She drove you home, and while she was sitting in the driver seat, you couldn’t help but admire her features as she was so concentrated. And worried. You saw it in her eyes. It’s always the eyes. She bit her lip as a way to hide her concern.

She walked with you up the stairs to your apartment. Elle seemed like she really didn’t want to let you be alone, cause she could sense how bad you felt. I mean obviously. But between you and Elle, you knew a lot about each other. And that was also a realization for you, when you stood by your own doorstep. Yes, Elle was private, but to you she was more open. You’ve had your fair share of long conversations.

“Elle.” You said softly, looking at her confused. “Yeah.” She looked at you a little surprised, her eyes a little wide. Her mouth slightly open. “Why did you walk up with me here?”. You asked, even though you kinda knew why. “I..Uhm. I don’t know. Do you want me to leave?” She stuttered a bit, and she wasn’t really sure of what you trying to say.

“No.” You shook your head lightly. If you were to be honest, you would tell her how much you actually wanted her to stay. How much you wanted her close. That she should show you all her care and love for just one night. If that wasn’t too much to want.

But you were shy. And you also felt like it was weird behaviour. Even though, it wasn’t weird of you for wanting her.

You welcomed Elle inside and she complimented your apartment. You smiled lightly and thanked her.

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After a nice dinner made by both you and Elle, you decided you wanted to sleep. But you both knew you couldn’t sleep. Even after all of the good laughter Elle gave you for the evening, it was still hard not to worry. Elle asked you if she should stay the night, and you accepted. You didn’t want to be alone.

It was good that Elle distracted you with funny storytimes and jokes, making you both laugh. She made you distracted. You layed under the covers, your legs touching now and then. And everytime, you wondered how Elle felt about it. Cause to you, it wasn’t enough. Elle took your hand, when your laughter died down. And your eyes met for a moment. Elle was bold. You knew that. Elle took risks, and sometimes you could get so angry at her for it, with the job you had.

Elle was too afraid of saying anything. She let her thumb work around your hand, as a distraction for herself. You already felt like this way more intimate for two friends and colleagues. She scooted closer, and you smiled gently at her in the dark. But Elle was so close, she saw it. “What?” She smiled herself, and her eyes shined with being intrigued. “You’re close.” You answered shortly. Her eyes changed from shining brightly, to being afraid. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She tried pulling back, but you squeezed her hand in a second, and she stopped moving.

“What?” She blurted out.

“I don’t mind.” You explained. She relaxed her tensed up muscles, and you heard her sigh of relief. “Okay.” She whispered. “Elle..” Her eyes found yours again, and she could hear your soft breathing in the dark room. The only sounds besides that were the other people in the apartment block getting ready for bed aswell. But it was faint, and perhaps only your upstairs neighbour. Or the sounds of cars passing by out on street. In a swift motion, she let her lips touch yours in a gentle quick kiss. She wanted your reaction. And the one she got, was you pulling her back down, to kiss again. More this time.

Elle let her arms wrap around you. Her left arm around your waist, while your right arm took a hold of her shoulder. She sat up just a little, by supporting herself on her right elbow. She gave you a long kiss, pulled away and then curtly kissed down your neck before her fingers sneaked under the covers. She let her hand roam across your figure, before they went under your tanktop. Elle looked at you in the silence now between you, and you gave her a slight smile.

Her hand went up to your breast, letting her hand softly and quickly slide across, and then down to your abdomen. She leaned down again, to let your lips touch again. You sighed into the kiss, like everything had been resolved. All your thoughts about Elle had been answered, and now you were just lost in the moment. Elle’s fingers snuck under the waistband of your panties, and let the tip of her finger softly settle on your clit.

You had one of your hands on Elle’s cheek, by her hair. And the other hand was around her shoulderblade. She pulled away, and you both got some air, from a heated kiss. Elles kisses were steady yet passionate. Like she kissed with all of her admiration, mixed with being certain of herself and her love.

Your head rested further into your cold pillow, as Elle rubbed her finger in gentle circles. You let out almost silent whines for everytime she rubbed. Cutting yourself off. “Are you okay?” She asked, knowing that this might be too much of a step already. “Yeah, Elle. I’m okay. I just really want you right now.” You admitted honestly. And she moved up on her knees right between your legs. “Okay.” She almost smiled, but she knew this was a moment where you needed to feel serious.

She slided down your underwear completely, and reached down. Laying herself down. She kissed where she could reach before going to one of your most sensitive places. She carefully and gently, let her tongue rest against your clit. She got less and less careful as she felt like you were getting more worked up. Her hands held onto you, of course. Your hands gripped onto the quilt, she had moved to the side, before she laid down on the madrass for you. “Mhm-“ you were a little aware of your sounds, as it was getting late and you didn’t want any complaints. She kept her soft licks, roaming around with her tongue. Her fingers carefully rested at your entrance before she let the slide in.

You let out a moan louder than you meant to. But the feeling of her was too good. She looked up but didn’t even get a look at you cause it was so dark. But she could you tensing up, and at that she let her lips suck at your clit, as your hands clenched the white quilt.

Elle could only hear her name and your soft breathing and whines. She still tried not to smile too much, as she could feel you weren’t ready to let go. She let her fingers curl inside you, and find her rhythm. One of your hands gripped her hair, and you felt it all crash down on you at once, when you felt her like that between your thighs. And with a moan cutting off the other, you felt your back arch, as your muscles got tighter. You let go off Elles hair, and let your hand rest against the bed again. Elle kept going until she felt your high wearing off. You opened your eyes, which you had barely been able to keep open. Elle sat up, after her fingers slid out again, and she sat down next to you.

She gave you a long kiss, and you sighed yet again.

However, Elle didn’t think of herself in this moment, but you wanted more of her.

[specialinterestshows]

The following is a short Rhea Ripley x reader oneshot. Written with lady!reader in mind, but reader can be read as any gender.

Summary: You’re on the outs with Rhea, but you’ll let her beat you up if it means being close to her

Warnings: Intense self-loathing, sadism/masochism, begging, impact play (riding crop, face-slapping, whipping, kicking)

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Strike Three

“I’m nothing.”

Your own voice sounded unfamiliar - a strange, pathetic whisper wherein you admitted just how unworthy you were of the woman who loomed above you.

You disgusted yourself. You probably disgusted her, too, but looking up from your place kneeling at Rhea’s feet would mean seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Even the most painful implements she had struck you with didn’t hurt as much as the obvious regret she felt when she looked at you.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Rhea’s cold tone was demanding.

Words could never redeem you, but you would gladly show her the depths of your remorse and self-loathing if she wished it.

“Without you, I’m less than nothing,” you continued, bowing your head, “I don’t deserve your affection, or even your attention; I only deserve to suffer.”

Rhea exhaled sharply, but said nothing.

“I don’t even know why you asked me to come over,” you admitted, half-numb, eyes out of focus.

“You said it yourself: the only thing you deserve is pain,” the sadism in her voice may as well have been a caress with how it soothed you, confirming that you were still of use to her in some way - or that you could at least pretend you were. “You’re here so I can give you exactly that. You’re going to ask for it. Then, you’re going to thank me.”

You nodded. In this moment, nothing felt more fitting than letting her decide your fate.

“Yes, Mistress,” you said aloud, “Please hurt me however you see fit. I’m yours to torment.”

“Damn right you are, bitch,” Rhea hissed, making you jump at the sound of the riding crop slapping against her palm, “But you can do better than that. Now grovel.”

“Please,” you begged again, letting the dam that held back your emotions give way slightly to put urgency into your words, “Please, Mistress, I need to be punished by your hand. I need to be hurt.”

She gave you a slap to your cheek with the riding crop before responding.

“And do you know why?”

“Because I f-failed you,” it was then that the dam broke and you began to sob, tears rolling down your face, “You t-trusted me and I ruin- I ruined everything.”

“Sounds about right,” Rhea said before bending over and roughly grabbing your chin, nails digging into your skin as she tilted your face upward. She wore a mask of fury, but there was no denying the look in her eyes - you’d hurt her. Badly.

As much as it felt like it, the guilt wasn’t going to eat a hole through your chest; you’d have to leave that to her, you thought, looking away instinctively.

The riding crop clattered to the ground a split-second before Rhea’s open hand struck you across the face.

“Fucking look at me while you beg for it,” she ordered, blurry through your tears.

“P-please,” you blubbered, blinking until you could focus on her face again, “M-mistress, please hurt me, please punish me, please-“

Another hard slap to your cheek silenced your pleas before Rhea let go of you with a shove.

“Pathetic,” she laughed at the sight of you on your hands and knees, picking up the black leather whip that had been resting on the table beside her.

With one sharp snap, the whip hit your arm with a scorching blow that made you cry out.

“Harder, please, Mistress,” you begged, fighting the urge to cover the stinging mark with your hand. This wasn’t going to wash away your mistakes, but it was the only thing that had felt right since you’d disappointed her.

Another two loud cracks accompanied two sharp, burning hits to your back. Your own shouts rang out as the pain began taking over all of your other senses.

“Harder!” you cried out desperately, “Please, make me bleed-”

A swift boot to your stomach cut you off, making you cough violently while you collapsed to the floor, curling up as you laid on your side.

“Shut the fuck up,” she spat, “I get to decide how to beat you, whore.”

Another snap of her whip hit your hands, making you whimper as you kept coughing.

“You think this hurts?” she growled, “What I’m doing to you right now is nothing” - she leaned in closer before raising her voice to a shout - “NOTHING compared to what you put me through. And you aren’t leaving until I’ve been repaid. With interest.”

[end]

[anotheroceanid]

Can you make like...an organized lore post for your AUs that you link to in your pinned post? 🥺 I was trying to look through your Athenide AU and got so confused cuz I was like "what do you mean she's lost?? Where did she go? 😭"

It would really help, so pretty please with a cherry on top consider making something like that?

Thank you for your consideration 🙇

See, this is a thing I really want to do.

With WTHB, I do intend to either post a companion book (fic?) with the content involving timeline, characters, maps, context for some things, etc.

With the Athenide AU is a bit harder, because I considere it a collaborative work, so I have different intentions with it.

I created the series in AO3 and I tagged ttg as a concept fic (if that exists), but what I intend to do is to write multiple oneshots in the form of myths (with different versions as if it had different “authors” and modern interpretations), in a way to give yall things to create with Athenide as if she was a real goddess in our world.

Like, write less about her but how she was seen by history (be it by mortals or demigods). Don’t know if it makes sense, but think theoi, think Reddit posts, think outsider povs by gods and demigods. I think the fun part of this AU specifically is how each person added their touch, so I want to encourage it, somehow???

Athenide is everyone’s dollhouse and I love that, but it also makes a little bit harder to make a lore post because we have a looooot of content at this point.

I can make a longer post explaining the “main” plot points, but I intend to work it further on ao3 later on. Thing is: this would demand a bit of time, so only after I post the chapter 7 of WTHB, that is my priority right now.

Alongside with that, there’s also the Lestercy AU, but I considere everything in this series to be canon. It’s written by @tiredbitchposts and it’s amazing. At this point, anything I write about the Lestercy au is a fic of her fic, so, yeah.

So this long post to say: yes I want and will organise the lores, but it’ll take a while. After all, I too will have to go through the whole Athenide tag so…

[applesandbannas747]

Wellllll, I'm looking for some Fence fics, because I'm tired of waiting for canon and don't wanna read those 'canon' (Are they really canon??) novels. Could you help me? Pleaseeee, I'm a desperate starving Fence girlie. Thank you :)

ha! welcome to life in the Fence fandom XD waiting is torturous and you are so much better off not reading the Pacat-endorsed fanfic that is the novels TT.TT

I'll admit that I'm not well-read in Fence fic, only well-written lmfao so I can mostly just point you toward my own fic... in an effort to be more helpful, I've thrown a lot of them into some general categories to help you find something at a glance that might be to your liking!

Getting together nichoji oneshots

The Improper Way to Declare a Race (1.5k)

Roots (3.5k)

Boundaries (4k)

Couldn't Do Better (5k)

Gorgeous (5k)

Out of Style (4k)

(Un)Resolved (3k, set after KR)

Distant (11k, deals with Seiji’s parental relationships)

Bear Hunt (3k)

Only Fools Rush In (2k)

Apology Gifts (12k)

7 Minutes (9k)

Under the Impression (7k)

(April) Fools (9.5k)

Connections (7k)

Sweet Tooth (3.5k)

Rude (7.5k)

Impulse and Consequence (4k)

Domestic fluff nichoji oneshots

Blanket Thief (<1k)

Special Enough (1.5k)

Request or Demand (1.5k)

Nichoji slow burns (50k+)

Dead Hearts (60k, zombie/witch au)

Heartstrings (69k, werewolf/vampire au)

Promised Things (113k, businessman/arranged marriage au)

Are You Sure? (54k, canon setting)

Truths (118k, canon setting)

I want something with build-up but not super long

Of Breaking and Building (14k)

All is Fair in Love and Lies (37k)

Losing (26k)

Can't Get Over You (31k)

In The Bed of The Enemy (18k)

In Reality (38k)

If At First You Don't Succeed (16k)

More (24k)

Teach Me (11k)

I just want them to kiss right tf now

Momentum (2k oneshot, unresolved romance, nick grew up with the costes au)

Fire and Doll (2k oneshot, romance is resolved in part 2, ballet au)

Afraid (5.5k oneshot, technically part 2 in a duology but can stand alone, fae creature/monster hunter au)

Teach Me (11k multi chap)

Are You Sure? (54k multi chap)

Not Quite Right (1k oneshot, unresolved romance)

More (24k multi chap)

Split Lips and Isolated Incidents (7k)

I want some team shenanigans to go with my romance

November (oneshot, established nichoji)

Gorgeous (oneshot, Nichoji romance)

Don’t Tell Coach The Substitute's Dead (oneshot, basically crack, Nichoji preslash)

Bear Hunt (oneshot, nichoji romance)

What Rolls off the Tongue (oneshot, established nichoji)

Sweet Tooth (oneshot, nichoji romance)

TYPO IN THE GROUP CHAT (two-shot, multi-media/text fic, nichoji romance, established Eugesse)

In The Dark (short multi-chap, nichoji romance)

Baby (multi-chap, nichoji romance)

Fantasy/Magic

Kitten (multi chap, animal transformation au, nichoji romance, illustrated by @thestarminstrel)

Dead Hearts (60k multi chap slow burn, zombie/witch au, nichoji romance)

Heartstrings (69k multi chap slowburn, werewolf/vampire au, nichoji au)

Grace (multi chap, my hero academia au, nichoji romance, illustrated by @thestarminstrel)

Counterpart (pair of oneshots, universe swap au, nichoji romance)

Hunter and Beast (pair of oneshots, fae creature/monster hunter au, nichoji romance)

Petals and Blood (oneshot, hanahaki disease au, nichoji romance)

The Secret Fated (20k multi chap, soulmate au, nichoji romance)

Happy reading! I hope you find something you like in there 💜

And consider this an invite for others in the fandom to self-promo or rec fics you love!

[snek-disappearedagain]

Hii :) would it be possible to request a Ruggie x Reader? Maybe where Ruggie is sick or something and he acts super needy? Anything would be appreciated....thank you!

Ofc!! I made this a oneshot because I feel like it'd be better written as one, hope you're okay with that!

Notes; Fluff, Gn!Reader, Reader isn’t referred to by any name. I haven’t written or read much Ruggie content, so sorry if I don’t really capture his character all that well! (I also finished chapter 2 in like 1-2 days so I hardly remember anything lol) Reader has no specified dorm

Character; Ruggie

Warnings; There is *one* swear word at the very end

Writing under the cut!

What if Ruggie was Sick?

When Ruggie didn’t show up to class, you just assumed he was either skipping or taking care of something (rather, someone). What worried you is when he didn’t show up to lunch, and he didn’t come and find you once school was out.

Concerned, you decided to visit him in his dorm. You lightly knocked on his door- just in case he was sleeping.

“Come in,” Ruggie answered, his voice sounding more raspy than usual. You came into his room, only to find the hyena curled up in bed- looking very pale. You shut the door and went over to Ruggie, sitting at the end of his bed.

“Lemme guess, you’re sick?” You asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. Ruggie nodded, looking up at you with tired eyes. You sighed, getting up to go get him some tea.

“Wait! Please don’t go, I want you to stay.” Ruggie asked, coughing. You were a little confused, usually Ruggie was pretty independent. Right now though.. He acted as if he wouldn’t live if you left him. It was kinda cute, so much so you let out a small chuckle.

“I love you Rugs, but I need to get you something for your sore throat. I’ll be back really soon though, don’t worry.” You said in a reassuring tone. Thankfully Ruggie was reasonable enough to realize that yeah, maybe you making him something for his throat is a good idea.

You jogged back to your dorm, knowing you had saved some nice tea bags for whenever your friends (or in this case, your boyfriend) were sick. After arriving, you found your stash in the kitchen and chose a lemon tea bag. You made the tea as fast as possible, then put it in a container and jogged back to Ruggie’s room.

When you arrived with the tea, you watched Ruggie’s face light up with joy. You smiled, too, because seeing him smile had that effect on you. You grabbed a cup and poured the lemon tea, the smell was so strong it immediately filled the room. That would probably clear up Ruggie’s sinuses, you thought, handing Ruggie the cup.

Ruggie took the cup with shaky hands, so to avoid him from spilling it you didn’t let go. Guiding the cup towards his mouth, Ruggie took a sip of the hot tea. He smiled.

“Tastes good, you’re good at making tea.” He said, coughing shortly after.

“Thanks, now why don’t you go back to sleep for a bit- And I promise I won’t leave!” You added when Ruggie frowned. He pulled you into a hug, surprisingly you.

“Snuggle with me.” Ruggie asked in a whisper, although it was more of a demand than a question.

“I love you Rugs but I’ll get sick.”

“Please?”

“Ruggie-“

“Pretty please?”

“Fine.”

And so, you slipped into Ruggie’s bed and hugged him, making sure he didn’t cough or sneeze on you. Soon after, Ruggie fell asleep. Afraid you might wake him up, you didn’t leave the bed. You also ended up falling asleep however, a smile on your face.

~

Bonus:

You laid in bed, looking pissed as Ruggie poured you some tea. You were now sick after laying with Ruggie while he was sick, which angered you beyond belief.

You told him you would get sick, but he just had to insist. Curse him for being cute when sick and curse you for having such a soft spot for him.

Thanks for reading!! I know this is incredibly late but I was a wee bit busy- Hope you enjoy nonetheless :D

[yinyanchan]

I just have to say, I've been literally obsessed with a lot of your fanfics lately! After you posted an update for a lot of your fanfics in April, I decided to give them a shot and I absolutely don't regret my decision! Your writing just seems to draw me in and before I know it, I've finished all the available chapters of the fanfic I was reading! Your characterization of these characters are different but very appealing, especially your Swapfell Red Sans (I love that little sucker so much)! All the fluffy and weird situations that happen with the MC and the skeletons either has me cooing at the heartwarming moments or laughing my ass off at the absurd shenanigans the MC and the skeletons get into. Like that moment in "Dire Wolf" where Fang hides MC in his body so she can see Dire and Wolf but it just ends up getting worse and worse for Fang, that entire moment had me laughing like a banshee because it was so funny to me!

Sorry for the rambling but I needed to word vomit about your fanfics. I do have a question though, are some of your fanfics discontinued? Specifically "Dire Wolf" and "Gremlins".

Thank you so much! As much as I fell in love with Underfell Sans in the beginning... Swapfell Red Sans has definitely stolen my heart and I was a little sad not seeing more of him out there when I had initially started writing. I very much enjoyed writing his yandere chapter in Yandere Oneshots, talk about a smooth operator. I'm very proud of that moment with Fang in Dire Wolf! I like to say "what horribly embarrassing thing that I can do to them that could be absolutely possible due to them being monsters?" Then giggle maniacally as I write it. Embarrassment tropes were my thing back in the day and I'm glad it has stuck with me for my undertale writings...

I only have one fic on indefinite hiatus and that is All or Nothing. I got overwhelmed with everything I was trying to fit into, what I was hoping to be, a short story and got very burned out. As it stands I have published over 20 different stories on AO3 and that's not even including the ones that I've written that I haven't brought to light. I was hoping to budget my time the year before last as I had a schedule that allowed me to do so but that changed. I've been through a lot of major life happenings and accidents that it put a lot of things on the back burner... not to mention to many ideas that like to pop into my head that grabs my attention away. I also have a physically demanding job as of now, though I much enjoy it, I'm very exhausted by the time I get home. It's one of the reasons I will not have a Patreon for my work. Not that I don't like a few ko-fi's here and there for my writing, and just writing for the fun of it, but I don't want to be put on a deadline as that will only make things not flow and be considered work. It also wouldn't be fair for everyone to get half baked chapters and be paying for it. There are some days that I have to put certain fics away because nothing was flowing right and that doesn't mean I haven't written future things waiting to be upcoming chapters... it's when I finally have that "Ah HA!" moment and something can finally go together the way I envisioned it. Unfortunately it takes time for me and I can't miss a day of work with the bills I've got... Especially after getting rear ended by that uninsured motorist... that took a lot of money to fix and they have straight up disappeared so there is nothing I can do but have a warrant for their arrest for evading trial. Out of all the things that happened this year that's the one that cost the most and took far more of my time than I would have liked. (Sorry for the vent, I literally just got my car back today and the accident was in late March.)

Gremlins has a chapter coming once I get the right words on a certain situation and Dire Wolf was at a good stopping place for the moment. Dire Wolf is probably going to have story arcs if I go into depth with every single skeleton but the main two are my primary focus.

As for the others I find myself editing and then not liking how something was written or the placement in time setting and it goes back to being worked on a bit more.

I thank you all for your patience with me! I am trying and hopefully *looks around, knocks on wood, offers prayers to the universe* that I can get my calendar situated and I can actually give you a better idea of posts and more frequent posts. Soon overtime will just be a distant memory... I hope... and more free time rather than a few paragraphs I can fit in during lunch.

[softguarnere]

hi i’d like to request a oneshot! webster x reader and it’s when he gets back and reader has kinda moved on (maybe with skinny? no one writes for him but i love him) and web is all sad and it’s angsty? no rush and it’s okay if you aren’t interested. have a nice day/night

-anon💞

Return to Sender

(Past) David Webster x reader, Skinny Sisk x reader

A/N: Anon, this request has been living rent free in my mind for months 🤌🏼😌 Now that my semester is over and I have free time again, you know it had to be one of the first things I wrote. And you're so right about Skinny needing more content!

(This is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Thank you for the request, and I hope you like this 💕🕊️

Warnings: no happy ending, death, mentions of war and injury

In hindsight, Webster wasn’t really sure what he expected to happen when he returned to Easy Company. But based on the pile of letters in his pack that have RETURN TO SENDER in bold letters on the front of them, he probably shouldn’t have dared to get his hopes up.

Where is she? he wants to demand the second that he starts spotting familiar faces in the people around him. Instead, he tries to be polite and cheerful, just like his parents always taught him to be in social settings.

“George Luz!” He greets his nearest Easy Company man as he approaches the truck.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, come on. It’s me! I haven’t been gone that long.”

George says exactly the words that have been nagging in the back of Webster’s mind. “Jesus. Yes you have.”

His own private worries being voiced by someone that he’s happy to see – yet who seems like he couldn’t care less if he ever saw Webster again or not – can’t damper his mood. The joy that overtakes him at spotting familiar faces buoys his mood.

“What’s he in such a good mood for?” Someone asks as Webster passes. He only just catches the reply as he moves out of earshot.

“Won’t be for long.”

They must think that getting out of the hospital and coming back to duty will break him. Because it obviously has affected them. Of course he read the newspaper in the hospital. He knows all about the “Battered Bastards of Bastogne.” That would explain the dour moods that he’s encountered in the handful of minutes since he rejoined Easy. And why so many of the men are so quick to point out that he wasn’t at Bastogne, and to make accusations and assumptions about his stent in the hospital.

It doesn’t explain the letters in his pocket, though.

“So,” Webster finally gets the courage to say. Maybe having delivered the news about the patrol tonight will have wiped away his sins and slights in the eyes of the other Easy men. He may have missed Bastogne, but he’s also just given them helpful information. He should ask now, while Jones and Malarkey deliberate in the corner. “Anyone seen (Y/L/N) around?”

The group of men around the bunk beds freezes. Webster’s own heart stumbles, unable to hold rhythm, like a klutz tripping over its own two feet.

“No one told ya?” Liebgott asks.

RETURN TO SENDER. He tried to tell himself that there was a mistake. He tried to believe that. Not hearing from you and having every letter he sent you returned to him . . . He’s been waiting from letters from someone who isn’t there. And he’s been writing to thin air.

“Oh God,” he breathes. “She’s – she’s gone?”

Heffron snorts. “To you, maybe.”

A few of the others chuckle.

Laughter? When Webster has just realized that the love he’s been waiting for is gone? Disgusting! And you had been their friend, too.

“Jesus, Web. You look like you’ve seen a ghost or somethin’,” Liebgott remarks.

Webster can feel his own face pale at his words.

“Ah, Jesus,” Liebgott scoffs, disgusted. “Is that what you think? That (Y/N) is dead and we’re all sittin’ around laughin’ about it? She’s not just your friend, you know. And she’s the best medic we got.”

Friend. Well, Webster has been thinking of you as more than that. The two of you were on your way there when he got hit in the leg. He heard from you once, right after he was first taken off the line. Then, the paper trail ended – cold, a dead end.

“What’s that look?” Heffron points to Webster’s rosy cheeks. The others lean in to inspect him.

“Oh God,” McClung says. “Were you two - ?”

“No,” Webster admits. “No, we – uh, no. We weren’t.”

“And then you chose the hospital over her, so now you won’t be,” Liebgott says.

Embarrassment sends waves of heat to Webster’s face, no doubt making his cheeks even more pink. “I wouldn’t say that. I haven’t even seen (Y/N) yet. Who can really say, until I talk to her?”

The men around him share glances. The meanings conveyed in their looks are lost on Webster. None of them will look him in the eye. Suddenly he is a young boy again, dragged to some party that his parents are attending, standing amongst his displeasured peers as they cringe at something he’s said or done – some perceived misstep that he didn’t mean to take and that he knows trying to repair will only make worse.

“What?” He asks.

“Webster.” Liebgott huffs a sigh. Of course it’s him, the most blunt and straightforward of them all, who’s willing to tell him. “You were gone so long that (Y/N) moved on.”

. . .

It’s odd, bracing himself to enter a room where he hears laughter. Your laughter; bright and easy, and now real after so many months of him imagining it, trying to remember its melody on long, sleepless nights in his hospital bed.

Luz is firing off quips and that make you giggle before you fire back with some quick remark that makes him throw his head back as he laughs. And as Webster steps around the corner, he can see Skinny by your side, smiling as he watches you.

Adoringly. That might be the word to describe the look on his face. Fondly. Earnestly. Passionately. The antithesis of the expressions that they make when they see him, then register his presence, and what it means: aghast, astonished, and dismayed.

You drop the Hershey Bar you had been passing to Luz as you organize boxes of supplies. “Webster?”

“Hey now!” George chides as he stoops to pick up the chocolate. “Don’t go breaking the precious cargo, or else you can’t help with supplies anymore.” Then he offers Webster a curt nod – the only one who doesn’t look  dumbfounded by the very sight of him. “Hiya, Webster. Looks like you got yourself sorted out.”

Webster nods. He’s talking to Luz, but he can’t take his eyes off you. “Yes. I did.”

“You’re back?” You step away from the supply boxes and towards him, eyebrow quirked in question.

“After all this time. I’m back.” Then, without knowing why, he adds, “Just like old times.”

You step back. Away from him, closer to Skinny. “Yeah. Like old times.”

. . .

It is not like old times at all. That becomes apparent the longer that Webster is reunited with Easy Company – it’s only exacerbated by the patrol.

The mood is low. They’ve lost a man.

You, especially, are dismayed. Across the body from Doc Roe, both medics share a knowing and frustrated look the second that the life drains from Jackson’s body. Even in the dim lighting of the room, Webster can see your familiar features morph into an expression of sadness.

You stand before they remove the body, and storm from the room. He steps forward, but Skinny is faster, and follows you out the door. He will be the one to comfort you, just like he has been these past few months.

. . .

Webster has to be honest with himself: he didn’t lose you because you were never his. As much as he had hoped you might be someday, you had never been more than someone who he had joked around with and who he hoped to make smile. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that his chance to be the one who could do that has passed. He missed his window.

Morale is so low and the war’s end so close that the fraternization policy is only weakly enforced. Jones gives you and Skinny a side eye when he sees you leaning your head on his shoulder the next morning at breakfast, but he says nothing. Winters doesn’t seem to notice that you’re holding hands when he passes.

And Webster? He can learn not to notice it.

Part of him had hoped to run into you while alone, hoped that maybe you would want to talk about what had happened . . . or what had not happened. But the more that he sees you with Skinny, the more he knows that he can’t do it. You’ve found happiness in this volatile and hazardous environment. Who is he to take that from you?

He can look the other way, even with all the ribbing from the other men as they point out what a handsome couple you make – and the smiles from you and Skinny as you try not to act embarrassed from the attention.

The letters with RETURN TO SENDER on them are left behind the next time that Easy moves out. Best not to dwell on the past, he figures.

But as you load the trucks to leave Haguenau, you offer him a nod when you catch each other’s gaze. He returns it and then looks away, careful not to get caught up on nothing the way that gemstones on wedding rings get caught on knit sweaters. You have found your happiness, and he will find his.

In the meantime, though, if every character that he writes resembles you in all of their best qualities, then it is because your charm touched his soul in ways that he – even with his impressive vocabulary – cannot even begin to describe.

[fumifooms]

HI. I loved your marchil fics and I love your lil blurbs and hcs and all you're lil thoughts on them it's beautiful and makes my heart melt. It's just seeing this lil guy and how he has all his feelings locked away in a box until marcille walks over and picks right through the lock and gets him to open up (well in a metaphorical sense-).

DAMN YOU FOR GETTING ME DEEPLY INVESTED IN THESE IDIOTS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IM GETTING CUTE AGGRESSION!!!!

I KNOWW RIGHT, I love how you described it!! There’s so much fun imagery and metaphors you can do with them… They lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship, as people say

I love their dynamic they are so romcom shaped… Speaking of romcoms I recently read Dame na watashi ni koishite kudasai/Please love me ! which has major marchil energy, I love reading it while thinking of them lmao. They banter and she infiltrates his social sphere & gets all the family gossip and also he owns a cafe and cooks her things, it’s like my coffeeshop AU but real 😭💗

People when getting into marchil:

Thank you for this ask! 🥺 It’s always really nice to hear things like these… I never know what to respond though so naturally I shall go overboard, handing out more marchil thoughts as per popular demand! Marchil nation is a tiny island I’m sorry for getting you invested, but also mwahahaha hahahA YES HAHAHA YESSS! Handing you these ramblings as apology

My motivation to write essays has been waning lately BUT I do have a big post about theories and facts on Chilchuck’s family planned, his wife and daughters plus some Chil’s dad and siblings, the whole package. On top of more marchil crumbs to post oof… Ideally I should also rework the first part of the marchil crumbs to make it more streamlined and dare I say convincing. Also fanart and fics which I hope to get around to finishing up… I def want to make more marchil content, but I honestly have no clue which idea to work on next… (I take requests and prompts btw~). I want to make more fluff but I also want to make more hurt/comfort, ahh dilemma

One idea I have that’s particularly relevant is a fic that I’d call Locks of Hair, about blonde hair and the key to his heart. I’d love touching on his attraction to blondes and how that might affect their relationship in a neat lil introspective oneshot like I like to make. LOCKS of hair? Being the KEY to his heart? I love the english language. There’s sorta this trope where if a character loves money has a liking for blondes it’s because like, the hair is "golden", and I’d find playing with that so funny too.

Another that really has my heart right now is Marcille’s mom visiting them to see her daughter and meet her new partner Chilchuck, and it throws them into a frenzy to prepare for it, Chil being entirely too stressed and dreading. And seeing them her mom’s eyes soften and she tells them they remind her of her and her late husband… The bittersweet pride mixed with anticipation at how her daughter has grown into someone who can accept loss, and is willing to throw all of herself into loving despite them not even having 20 years together ahead of them……. I think about marchil proposals and marriage a lot. Hey hey did you know that in Japan "I want to drink your miso soup every day" is a way to propose, because that’s so Dungeon Meshi. The way proposals are so meaningful with these two because it truly is like "i want to give my lifetime to you, knowing all that it entails, but I believe that it’s worth the trouble. That it’s worth it." I have so much proposal dialogue between them written up oogh they make me so emotional

You truly are a warrior for reading all I wrote about them omg, if you like these sorta convos then maybe you’d enjoy joining our dunmeshi discord! I rarely get the chance to speak with another marchil enthusiast~ We have a lot of big convos on characters and ships over there hehe, ofc no pressure though, invite link in comment just in case. I get cuteness agression over them TOOOOO I need them-shaped stress balls to squeeze in affection

-trips and falls and some of my favorite marchil moments slip out-Soulmates ❤️ (delusional)

[agentplutonium]

*smacks my lips* Gimme 7, 22, and 29, please and thank you (For the fic ask game /lh)

(PK is taking about this ask game)

Answers below cause GOOD LORD did this post get long

7. What character(s) captured your heart?

This year alone I’d have to say Milo/Sweetheart (Redacted), Liege (NeXus), the whole vamp camp + Cher (also NeXus), and a few I haven’t written fics for would be Eritus, Nova, and Romeo (Noderum Records) (and no, i’m not just saying that because PK is the one asking) (this list also doesn’t include my own ocs, but i feel like that’s cheating?)

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

oh god just ONE favourite scene?? hold on i gotta think about this now

Okay so I’m gonna cheat a little bit BUT imma give y’all one copy pasted scene and then a few links to shorter tumblr posts that I adore

My 600 word Liege oneshot is top ten easy because I love them so

I’d also say this Porter one shot, as well as this one with William are top ten as well

next contender is EASILY this hand kiss one shot with Milo/Sweetheart I’m talking like top five minimum

OKAY ACTUAL LIKE. TOP THREE SCENE CAUSE IM SO INDECISIVE:

This scene come from an unfinished fic (i have a feeling PK is gonna yell at me for this one) about Imp!Milo losing Sweetheart and becoming the same shell that Asher is. It genuinely is a fic I want to finish but never get around too.

Milo couldn't calm down as he and Asher were waiting for Sweetheart's call. He sat in the truck, leg bouncing mindlessly as he stared at the walkie between them. It’s been a while since their last check-in, and it was obvious that it was grating on Milo’s nerves.

“This is the longest part,” Asher reminded him.

“I know that!” Milo spat back. “Just because it is the longest part does not mean I can’t worry about them.”

“They’ve got this,” Asher tried to reassure him, but he was still in that fucking monotone. Milo wanted to strangle him.

“I know what they’re capable of,” Milo said through his teeth. “They are my mate, after all.”

“Then you should trust them.”

Milo crossed his arms, hands squeezing into fists. He had to look away from Asher, out the window, before he did something dumb. He took a few deep breaths before he responded. Asher doesn’t realize what he’s saying, he can’t. If he did, he wouldn’t have said it. However, Milo could not let this one slide.

“You saying I don’t trust them?”

“I’m not saying you don’t. Just that, at this moment, worrying is not going to help you,” Asher said.

“Oh, yeah, let me just stop worrying over my mate real quick, that is just a switch I can flip,” Milo seethed.

Asher sighed. Sighed. As if Milo’s feelings were a burden to witness. Milo started seeing red. “It’s not going to help you when it’s our turn to go in-”

“What the hell is up with you and interrogating me right now!?” Milo demanded. “Was anyone this much on your ass when David went after Tank?”

That shut Asher up. His jaw clenched and unclenched a few times, eyes straight ahead. But again, there was that indifference. “We don’t talk about him,” he said finally, voice low, a warning.

“Just because you have a death wish does not mean you get to pull others down with you,” Milo said quietly.

“I don’t have a death wish,” Asher growled.

“Well you’re doing a terrible job of convincing others of it,” Milo said. He shook his head, pushing the door open with more force than necessary, stepping out. “I need some air. Call me when they radio in.”

“Milo,” Asher started, but Milo wasn’t having it.

“You want me to stop worrying?” Milo asked, unkindly. He spread his arms, a challenge. “Guess what I’m doing? Not worrying.”

He slammed the car door shut.

The leaves crunched under his feet as he stalked away from the car. He could feel the heat coursing through his body. He was always upset at Asher for how he acted after David’s death, but this was new. He guessed it was just the extra stress of having Sweetheart out there practically defenceless. He should have never let them go on this mission. They shouldn’t even be here! What were they thinking? Any of them?

There was the sound of a door opening, and then Asher was calling after him. It didn’t take him long to catch up, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him back around. “What has gotten into you?” He demanded.

“Gotten into me?” Milo questioned, incredulous. “What has gotten into you?” He shot back, pushing against Asher. “Ever since we lost David and Tank, ever since you lost David, you’ve been miserable! You’re taking it out on the pack too, pushing us to breaking over and over! You’re miserable and because of it, we are too!”

“How come you haven’t mentioned this before, if I make you so miserable?!” Asher demanded.

“I have!” Milo yelled, stepping toward Asher so they were just inches apart. “I have, but you won’t listen! You always shut down every time I try and talk to you about it! I’ve tried to help, cause, fucking hell, you weren’t the only one who lost him! I miss him too!”

“You don’t know what it’s like to lose your mate,” Asher grits through his teeth.

“I don’t. I don’t even pretend I do, and I don’t want to find out,” Milo countered. He took a deep breath, heading back to the truck. Cause unfortunately they had a job to do, and even more unfortunately, his mate was currently in the middle of it.

He wrenched the door open, only to freeze in his tracks.

“Milo, please, answer me!”

29. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

I’m gonna take this so seriously hold on a sec I have so much to share. Okay okay first and foremost I gotta thank my best friend Max because he is an irl and does intercept a LOT of my dumb fic ideas (and then encourages me) but also just because he’s the first person I’d go to for a beta that I can trust with my very soul (my writing + my feelings around it). I would also like to thank (who woulda guessed) PK because you have also been a huge encouragement, and always seem to talk me out of my imposter syndrome episodes. In general I’d like to thank the creators of the original content I am making fics for because although I am taking your content and making it my own (in some ways) the whole reason I wrote fics is cause y’all are there handing me the metaphorical building blocks. I’m also gonna thank my lovely mutuals cause while I don’t interact much (i’m so shy guys i promise i’m nicer once you brute force your way into my brain) I do love y’all (/p) and you’re also a huge motivation for me to keep writing ngl. I would like to thank specifically PK and Laveau though because genuinely these two were a big inspiration for me to continue writing in general (more on the oc side of things, but it counts. Also Max is in this list but if he doesn’t know that us two bouncing world building off each other isnt so dear to my heart we have a PROBLEM.)

[bluestar22x]

BlueStar's Year In Review

Thought I might make a blog review post of sorts this year cause it seemed fun.

It's been a very fun year for me on here. I joined tumblr for the gifs, and for fan talk, back in 2015. I mainly focused on the Dominion, 12 Monkeys, and Supernatural shows. All of which have been off air for a while now but I've continued to find fandoms to latch onto, the latest being the Pedro Pascal character fandom.

I've only had good experiences with this fandom since I joined in, starting around July 2022 after finally watching The Mandalorian. I'd seen Pedro in other shows before, but that was the first role I really noticed him in (shame on my younger self for not paying more attention to Marcus Pike before).

Finding out Pedro was going to play Joel Miller in an HBO show that same month, after having discovered/watched the TLOU games in May/June 2022 and being a newfound fan of game Joel, it kinda felt like fate. And then going through most of Pedro's major movies and shows before and during the time The Last of Us show aired solidified my want to be part of the fandom.

This year has seen a shift in my blog in major ways in large part to the Pedro Pascal characters and fandom. It's still very much for reblogging gifs of my favorite characters/shows/movies, but I've now shifted to also being a very fanfic heavy blog, where before I was only posting and reading fics on fanfiction net.

I started writing fanfic for the first time in years because of Din in 2022, but it wasn't until Pedro's version of Joel in January that I started reading fanfic again (since SPN ended) and eventually started writing for other Pedro Pascal characters.

Through reading fanfic about these characters and writing for them I've truly immersed myself in a fandom again and it's been a wonderful distraction, especially with how stressful real life has been in recent years trying to find a job I can live with, and dealing with not liking where I am in life (I thought I'd have more by this age - my own house, family, etc.).

I'm really grateful for those who have had discussions with me and who have read my fics; those who reblogged and left comments and reaction gifs that made me smile (reaction gifs are so fun). While I do write for myself first, every note has given me a serotonin boost, and it has lead to me having my first ever post with 100 notes! (And it's for one of my favorite fics I've written Sweet Summer). Notes aren't everything, but they're worth celebrating! They make me feel like I'm a part of something and not just in the background. I like contributing.

Here's the link to my Tumblr Stats

Notable Stats:

I've posted so much more this year than the rest before; it's insane

Obviously the notes have gone up since I now write

I haven't even hit 400 original posts yet since 2015! lol

Top 5 Posts:

1. July - Ch2 of my Sweet Summer Series

2. Sweet Summer Masterlist

3. Colors - My Joel Miller x blind!reader oneshot (a surprise honestly, but it goes to show how much reblogs make a difference)

4. June - Ch1 of my Sweet Summer Series

5. The Rockford Files Masterlist

It makes me sooo happy Rockford's in the top 5 cause that fic was very demanding and challenging for me. Not only did it have more plot than my typical fics (which took ages to straighten out), but it also had very LONG chapters because of the case by case nature of the fic. I find it hard to commit to long chapters like that - I have a somewhat short attention span and I'm impatient. It's only 3 chapters yet has almost enough words to be a novel! (over 40,000 words)

My Favorite Fanfics I've Written:

The Rockford Files (the finished product was worth it)

Sweet Summer Series (including New Year's Promise!)

The Journey Series

Fanfics I Wish Got More Love:

Second Chances Series (Love underrated Marcus M)

The Writing Contest Series (it's still early though)

My Masterlist

My Fanfic Plans:

I've got a lot of WIPs written out in my drafts. Right now I'm going to be focusing on Baby Fever and The Writing Contest (the latter which will have the most chapters of any fic I've written in a long time) but I have several one shots I'm itching to write between their chapters, including another Sweet Summer oneshot sequel called The Weekend which will feature Steve, Connie, and Chucho - not sure how I've avoided writing them for so long when I loved them in show. It will also be based around one of my favorite things to write besides smut. Take a guess.

After Baby Fever is completed I'll be looking to start writing another series, this time for Dieter called Unknown which will share a bit of plot and humor with that Disney movie The Game Plan (hopefully - I don't write humor much) but Dieter-fied. It'll feature less sports and more romance and angst. My two greatest loves.

Tumblr Wishes For 2024:

That I catch up on my WIP list (unlikely)

That I don't run out of ideas for fics (I just don't want as much ha)

That I make close friends in the fandom - I've talked to some lovely people fairly often, but I don't have anyone yet that I talk to regularly as I did in previous fandoms

That I have more discussions about the characters/fics/ask games I'm interested in - my ask box is open!

Anyway, that's all for now. Happy New Year everyone! :)

[melisusthewee]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @nirikeehan and @theluckywizard for tagging me! I think I did this a couple years ago, so it's worth doing again even though I doubt my answers have likely changed... lol.

(Under a cut because it gets a bit long with formatting.)

How many works do you have on AO3? 27!

What's your total AO3 word count? 66, 314 words

What fandoms do you write for? Currently Dragon Age, beginning to consider branching into The Terror (but the latter is mainly just art for now).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Tang of Liquor On His Tongue (Dragon Age; Dorian/Male Trevelyan smut) The Dreamer Sets the Rules (Dragon Age; Solas/Male Trevelyan & Solas/Fade Spirit) mala suledin nadas (Dragon Age; Solas/Male Trevelyan) Impetus (Dragon Age; Cassandra/Male Trevelyan smut) Smut Challenge 2: War Table Boogaloo (Dragon Age; Cassandra/Male Trevelyan smut)

Do you respond to comments? I try really hard to! I fell behind for a period of time and got really anxious about it and have been slowly trying to catch up starting mainly with more recent comments.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose it might be Lathbora Viran since even though it's more of an implied/hinted at event instead of outright stated, the fic ends with Curiosity (the reborn spirit of Wisdom) becoming the Regret demon from Tevinter Nights.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Um... I suppose in terms of individual fic it would probably be Nothing Else Than What Is Now because the squires confess their feelings, they kiss, and if you stop there then nothing bad ever happened ever again lol.

Do you get hate on fics? No. I am far too insignificant to attract that sort of thing.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? On occasion! I don't really know how to describe the sort of smut I write. I think I tend to bring a sort of dreamy romantic quality to it? I lean very hard into even the smut that's very light on plot as being an important character or relationship study. I guess. I do think I'm a very good smut writer though! So whatever I'm doing, I'm doing it well!

Do you do crossovers? What's the craziest you've ever written? Not really. At least not in recent memory. I wrote a Harry Potter/Beatles oneshot years ago on Livejournal that was inspired by a friend's art. And around that time I also wrote a Dick Grayson/Bucky Barnes fic but that's about the extent of it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge. If there's ever a demand for it, I'm very open to it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sort of. I started co-writing a Mirrorverse fic with @rosella-writes about a year ago? It never quite got off the ground though, which is a shame because I think it was a good idea and I think what we did write was very good. Maybe one day the stars will align for work on it to continue. I'm co-author on a special secret project that is wrapping up soon as well, which is very neat and exciting but I can't say much more than that right now!

What's your all-time favourite ship? All-time favourite is a pretty big thing to consider. Out of all fandoms, probably Chrom/F!Robin from Fire Emblem Awakening. I am now and forever Chrobin trash. Have I ever written it? No. Do I have an extensive art collection for it? Yes.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My Qunari War AU. It's mainly just notes and snippets in bits and pieces and while it was definitely canon compliant when I started working on it, I don't think it is anymore. And that sort of made me mostly give up on it.

What are your writing strengths? I'd say dialogue!

What are your writing weaknesses? TRANSITIONS! I'm so bad at figuring out, "Okay, this scene is over/exhausted. Now how do I get things from here to the next one?"

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? I think when it comes to real languages, it's probably best to avoid it. If a character is speaking another language then there are two possibilities - either the POV narrator understands the language or they don't. In the event of the former, there's then no reason to have the dialogue written in a different language than what the fic is since if the narrator understands what's being said then the reader should too. In the event of the former, it's much easier and far less prone to error if you just write that Character A was speaking in a language that Character B could not understand. With fictional languages that are usually incomplete, however, sometimes a word or an expression can be used for impact but I still think it's best to use them sparingly.

First fandom you wrote for? Technically it was Digimon Adventure. But I was 13 so we're not going to talk about that.

Favourite fic you've ever written? So far in terms of completed and published fics it is either In the Long Hours of the Night or The Many Faces of Wisdom. I think they are both evocative character pieces and if I had the money to commission art to accompany them I very much would.

That was a lot of fun and it was interesting to see that some of my stats and things had actually changed! For any other fic writers out there, I challenge you to give this a go! And I am gently nudging the following people: @ronqueesha @kiastirling @dreadfutures @bluewren @thraaaaaaaanduuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiil @unnecessaryligatures @rosella-writes @n7viper

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heyyy whats up sunnyyyy

this is a pretty neat concept, maybe there’s one for artists too!

no idea if any of these have been asked before, but could i get 4, 25 and 35?

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hi hobs im doin alright on this chilly october morning

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

is it possible for me to say every single one to ever exist? in terms of fandom, there are definitely writers that are absolute weapons when it comes to gut-wrenching beautifully-made stuff that i worship (maybe i need to make a fic rec list or a collection or something idk) but in terms of actual published authors, i adore madelline miller's prose, it's just so beautifully written and makes me sob and scream and cry every time. i also love donna tartt's prose and also her characters and how deep and subtle some of the nuances in her novels are. i also love love love kazuo ishuguro and philip k dick for both their science-fiction works that manage to be so funny and so heartbreaking all at once, as well as their masterful dialogue. so yeah, i've got quite a few inspirations, but whether i actually manage to emmulate any of the gorgeous stuff they have written is TBD.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Literally ALL THE TIME. As its you hobs, my lovely mutual, I'll tell you about that hermitcraft fic and it's worldbuilding that i had planned. Before my muse was ripped from me and I fell out of touch with hermitcraft, I had visions of creating loads of off-shooting oneshots and works that explore all the different members and their backstories, and how they managed to end up in the main timeline in that au. it included a prequel of how mumbo and grian met and slowly gained each other's trust - it was agonisingly sad I will let you know now. I still have that stuff half-written because I am too attached to it but I am unlikely to ever go back to it and expand on that beautiful, tragic little world

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

It's a topic that's been spoken about so so much in recent years, but I just love how fanfiction, especially sites like ao3, are perfect symbols of how communism could and would work in our modern society. because authors do not get paid for their troubles, for their back ache and eye strain and hours hunched over a screen trying to figure out just the right words. we receive little-to-no praise most of the time, especially in smaller fandoms. so in theory, it shouldn't work. writers shouldn't post things onto platforms like ao3 and ff.net if, by capitalist standards, our labour is not being paid for. surely if it was simply a hobby, we could just write and keep it to ourselves? but because of the little communities people have built online, and the fandoms that have grown tight and strong, there is a really amazing band of people that group together to write fanfiction just because they love to do it, regardless of the time and effort taken, and want to show their creations to the world. this is especially true on ao3, which is non-proft, and is run by the people for the people. maybe that's why it receives so much goddamn funding every single time it needs it. (what a beautiful thought) sorry that last bit got super sappy, i just think it's super neat! Equally, I do think some people on ao3 need to relearn politeness and ettiquette. so many times i've had people either trauma-dumping without warrant in my comments or just rudely demanding the next chapter?? like? i am a person with work and school and a life, i cannot sit by a computer and pump out chapter after chapter for the rest of my life. it's insane and I think more people need to talk about it. I've been thinking about putting a blanket disclaimer in my notes about doing stuff like that because it sometimes has gotten so bad.

thanks so much for the questions! this turned into an entire essay lmao

check out the 36 questions for writers here

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20 Questions for fic writers!

this is from @ozais-lobotomist and i tag any writer who sees this post lolol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

ive deleted a fuckton and pretty much started my account over in july lol but right now there are 20 things on there

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

101,151. Since mid-July. omg wtf.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SO MANY in the past, but my ao3 right now just has for atla and theres one les mis oneshot thats YEARS old that i cant bring myself to delete lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

wow ive never checked let me see 1. Zuko Amongst the Dragons 2. Zuko and Sokka Get Engaged in the Most Zukka Way Possible 3. Hidden Pain, Shared Love 4. Scratchy 5. Mother whoa tbh im v surprised by this list

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES i try to say thank u to everyone!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

omg i cant CHOOSE uhhh its gonna have to be One Last Time

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i dont have a lot of those? lol but its probs gotta be the sequel to One Last Time, The End of All Things

8. Do you get hate on fics?

omg no i could not imagine

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hehehehe nah not really, im not the best at it. i write other fucked up shit instead. we love us some torture porn

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nah, not really my style tbh

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no that would be wild (bad)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no that would be wild (good) ive thought about translating some of my own fics but i just dont know if the demand would be very high to be worth it???

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not in a long long long time but i'm interested! other zukka writers hmu (though I'm pretty picky about who I write with. It's not personal, just a style thing)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

My all-time favorite ship to WRITE is probably Zukka. It's really fun and comes real naturally to me

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably my Divorced Zukka The Last Five Years AU. I couldn't get it off to that strong of a start, the reception wasn't great, and there's a lot of boring stuff I'd have to get through before I got to the Good Stuff, so that motivation is just dead.

16. What are your writing strengths?

tbh just Being In Character. That's what I get the most compliments on. also grammar and spelling, that kind of thing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I skip over description and setting scenes as much as I possibly can, and it's not necessarily that I Can't as much as I Don't Care To... I get away with it because it's fanfiction but I'd like to... start trying a bit harder at it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I guess if I had reason to? If it fit with the flow/plot of the fic, there was good reason to do it, and it was in one of the only two other languages I speak... I don't see there being a reason for that in this fandom though lol

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars, about 15 years ago lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

all of my children have a special place in my heart. I love Zuko Amongst the Dragons and One Last Time. Also bad idea right? was just super fun and is a bit underrated if u ask me lol

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Fanfiction Writer asks

I never did this one, and its OLD, but I am writing, so why not.

How many works have you finished so far? AO3 says 16, FF.net says 9. AO3 includes vids but also Anon work, so 10.

How many WIPs do you currently have? 3 One Frozen that has been in hiatus since 2019. One TLT that is rolling slowly along. One TLT that I just started pondering.

How long is the longest fic you have written so far? Queen's Rook at 75k words.

How long is the shortest fic you have written so far? How I Met Your Sister; or, Snow Good to Meet You

Do you do research for your fics? With an obsession boarding on madness. Ask me how many articles on formal dining I have saved?

Of all the fics you have written so far, which one is your personal favourite? I love all my babies. Right now it's Educating Corona because that's what I'm writing. Of my Frozen Fitzverse romances, I would say Queen's Rook because I had a great beta who made my writing so much better. Of my vids, and no you didn't ask, "Black, Black Heart" a Emma Frost/ Jean Gray epic.

Post a random line from one of your WIPs. How does one pick randomly from one's own work? Here is a not so random selection. "Coronabeth took the proffered tissues and blew her nose, whimpering, “I tried. But I suck at memorizing. All those bones. All those bone words.”

Do you write more oneshots or more multichapter fics? Multichapter, and one series of one shots masquerading as multichapter

What is the most difficult part of writing to you? Getting what I'm thinking about in the shower, or while moving the lawn, onto the screen without completely losing the feel and spontaneity. I think my writing is quite stilted.

Which fanfiction trope have you written the most often? Future Fix It. or just plain Fix It. Emma would NEVER sleep with Scott, that man is so boring.

For which fandom have you written your first fic? XMen

Does your first fic still exist? Somewhere on Live Journal maybe?

Name one of your fics that you are proud of. All of those little motherfuckers.

Share a headcanon about one of your fics (optional: a specific fic). Coronabeth Tridentarius has an endorphin addiction. (that's probably canon actually) Elsa can't ride horses unless she makes them or they are strange elemental horses.

Who is a fic author you like/look up to. Sooo many. LesbianJesusLovesYou, UninspiredPoet, sniperct, Redisaid, justonemoreartist, ultranos (specifically the brilliant Ghost on the Wire), Jessica-X, Sionnain, fembuck, and my actual RL friends Grrlgeek72, Jedijae,

What’s the longest time you ever needed to write a fic? I think I'm going on 6 years for Queen's Gambit.

Share a sfw headcanon about one of your OTPs (optional: a specific pairing). Fitz's ex-lover the Comptesse d'Artrois thinks that Elsa is very good for Fitz.

Share a nsfw headcanon about one of your OTPs (optional: a specific pairing). Everything Ianthe demands of Coronabeth: the submission, the extreme sex, and the conservancy, is for her own good.

What’s a fanfiction trope that you haven’t written yet, but you could imagine/are planning to write? dunno

What’s a fanfiction trope that you couldn’t imagine writing? Anything with the death of someone I like

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this is late, but anyways. fanfic ask: 10, 1, 55, 56, and 76?

ehehe ty. late asks r good asks

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Typically I’ll let ideas spin around in my head for weeks before starting to write, but every now and then I’ll have a thought that demands to be written Right Now, as was the case with Heir to a Bloody Throne and has been the case with The Sins of the Father.

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

…I have seven multichapter fics that are currently unfinished and published, as well as several half-written oneshots and another multichapter fic that haven’t been published. I think if I tried to stick to one WIP I would just straight up combust.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Oh, lots. My two most common tropes/themes are that of redemption and found family, I typically write in some kind of medieval fantasy setting, and recently I noticed that I’ve been using a lot of the word ‘distressed’. But yeah I have enough common themes that I’ve made a bingo board about it (which you’ve seen but I’ll put under a cut here)

56. Are there any fics that you would change or rewrite if given the chance?

A lot of my older ones, when I reread them I can see a lot of things that could be improved upon. My oldest ones… to try and fix them would be to seriously rework the plot because it’s very convoluted and it would be an entirely different fic at that point lol. I can definitely see some stuff in the Nether Queen or Endperor that could be improved upon. But I don’t really know exactly how I would do that. Now that I’ve finished them, it’s hard for me to come up with different ideas, so I guess they’re staying how they are.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

I’m not suuuuuper sure what this means, like, pressure to write? When I’m anxious about writing I typically don’t and when I feel pressured to write by my readers I also typically don’t. So, not very well.