#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.

[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!

[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]

[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.

[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

[jumpinginmuddypuddles]

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?

✨

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

[gaybd1]

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

[elym13]

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.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

I heard this rumor that Lua would be Jake's future gf lol. So, I have this request.

Could you write something fluff and a bit angst about Jake's s/o is being jealous and anxious when they heard rumor that Jake has a crush on Lua (which is not true). His s/o is stressed out because of the rumor and then his s/o wants to take a hiatus on their relationship, at first Jake doesn't agree with their demand, and so the rest is up to you. If this request kinda weird, you can ignore it. Thankyou

clearing things up (jake x reader)

details: soft angst-y oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jake have been dating for a good while

summary: the rumor going around about your boyfriend beginning to love someone else is starting to make you anxious.

a/n: no worries, i like this request idea !! :] thank u for requesting <33 also apologies if i added more angst than fluff T_T

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Honestly, you were happy for Lua for starting to get more welcomed into Big Deal instead of having practically every man except Jason, Brad, and Lineman run away the second they heard her name but... oh, why did people have to start whispering that now that Jake wasn't scared of her anymore, he was starting to have a crush on her?

"Obviously he doesn't... right?"

The second that thought entered your head, you knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn't ignore it. How could you when it was pretty much the only thing occupying your mind these days? And if the rumors weren't bad enough, you felt like you were beginning to see why said rumors started in the first place.

Lua and Jake looked like they got along really well. They were always so smiley and laughing with one another, and as No. 5 and No. 1 of Big Deal respectively, they spent a lot of time scheming together. Not to mention, Lua was quite attractive and her occasional idiocy was endearing. Her sharp attitude was also charming. It would be no surprise if Jake found himself falling for her.

You sighed, beginning to grow frustrated with yourself. You couldn't believe you were letting this stress you out. All it would take to relieve yourself of it would simply be to ask Jake but you just couldn't. It felt like you would only make a fool out of yourself if you did. Plus, you were worried you might get branded as the crazy, overly-jealous partner.

If anything, you've quietly been asking Jake for more reassurance about your relationship with him but that was about it. His words helped for a while, and then when they faded, you would be back to square one.

"I don't know what to do." A deep frown formed on your face. "Maybe all I need is a break from everything and then I can come back with a clear head and realize how dumb I sound later. Then I'll just pretend nothing ever happened and I was totally never bothered by these rumors about my boyfriend being romanticallly interested in someone else."

You put your head in your hands, shutting your eyes. "I still sound ridiculous but if this is what it takes..." Taking a deep breath, you hastily stood up and went to find Jake.

Thankfully, he wasn't around Lua when you found him so you felt like you would be less likely to back track from your sudden plan.

"Jake, can I talk to you privately?"

He turned to wink at you, saying, "Why of course," and then turned back to Jerry to tell him he'll be back. He stood up from his seat and strolled over to you, casually snaking an arm around your waist to rest his hand there. "We need to go into a room or is it a quick thing?"

Forget what you thought earlier. The gentle smile on his face already made you want to back track--but you couldn't let your stress pile up anymore than it already was. Getting space from Jake was probably your only solution. So, you decided to proceed with your idea. "A room."

"Lead the way, love."

You nodded and ended up taking the both of you into a random empty office nearby. After locking the door, you took a deep breath and Jake's smile faltered a little bit when he noticed your mood.

Despite that, he still tried to crack a joke, "Did you get in trouble?"

"No," you replied, laughing a little dryly. You crossed your arms and kept your gaze low, afraid of seeing his reaction to what you were about to say.

"So what's the problem?"

"I think..." You paused. Gulping felt like it hurt your throat, and you noticed your fingers digging into your arms. "We should take a break from each other." When he didn't reply with anything for a while, you looked up to see a very confused Jake.

"Uh..." His brows were very narrowed, with somewhat squinted eyes and a slightly opened mouth to top his expression off. "What?"

A grimace made its way onto your face. "Let me clarify, I'm not saying we should break up. I just." You moved one arm to gesture vaguely. "Need a break."

"Okay, I can understand that." Jake continued to stare at you. "I don't understand what that has to do with our relationship, though. If you want me to leave you alone for a few days, I can do that, no problem. But to put our relationship on hold...?" He frowned. "Did I do something wrong? Or are you moving away for a bit?"

"It's nothing like that." Guilt was strangling you with how easily that semi-lie slipped out of your mouth. "I just need to clear my head--"

"Listen, I believe you." Jake took a careful step closer to you. "But this isn't something you would just do out of the blue. Please, let me know if I did something wrong. We can work this out as long as you talk."

You took a step back in response. "It's not you. I've just not been feeling right lately and I don't want it to affect you."

"Will you at least give me an idea of why you're feeling that way? Maybe I can help you with it."

The longer this dragged on, the more you felt regretful. You wished Jake had just agreed but maybe him being this pushy out of concern should be plenty proof that he loved you and only you. Doubt lingered in you, still.

"Please?" He softly pleaded, "I promise I'll leave you alone after. I just want to know what's hurting you and if I can help do something about it. I can't possibly turn a blind eye and leave you to suffer alone."

"Jake." You tried to force a smile, but it came out lopsided. "It's nothing you have to be worried about."

"Come on, I know you better than that." It looked as if he wanted to step closer and embrace you, but you stepping away earlier when he came closer to you earlier made him hesitate. "What's hurting you?"

"It's okay, just forget it--"

"Wait, it's Lua, isn't it?"

Your eyes widened. Unlike how you stiffened, Jake loosened up and even began to chuckle as soon as he saw your reaction.

"It is!" Relief was very evident in his voice. He let out a breath that seemed like he had been holding it back and ran a hand through his hair, keeping it there for a moment. "You seriously scared me."

"Um." You couldn't even begin to describe the emotions running through you at the moment. Confusion for sure, but why were you also feeling weirdly relieved yourself?

"I thought I did something wrong so I was racking my brain to try to remember if I did something to hurt you, when it turns out it was nothing like that." This time Jake didn't hold back from walking towards you and enveloping you into a warm hug. "You're really cute, you know that?"

"...What?" That was about all you could react with at the moment.

"I said you're cute. And please don't be jealous of Lua."

If you were just stiff before, you were completely frozen now. With the added bonus of very warm cheeks.

"There's no one I love more than you in the world, so you never have to worry. Besides, I only see Lua as a friend. She's like my annoying, scary little sibling, and you're my lovely partner." You didn't get a chance to reply as he quickly added, "Wait, is this why you've been asking me for more lovey dovey stuff lately?"

Well. This was embarrassing. It was like he had seen right through you. In a way, it was touching. As in, of course your boyfriend would know you this well.

You stammered out a reply and Jake just seemed amused. He patiently waited though, until you eventually were able to string together, "You're... not mad?"

He hummed. "Not mad, but I am a little disappointed."

The honesty stung a little but you completely understood why he felt the way he did.

Jake pulled back from the hug to look at you, lips curved downwards. "What did you think I was going to react with if you told me you felt jealous of Lua?"

You were quick to break eye contact. "I'm sorry. I was worried you were going to think I was overreacting or something." Admitting the truth filled you with guilt and embarrassment. "And it wasn't just Lua, it was the rumors surrounding her, too. Basically everyone's been saying you like her and she likes you."

"Ugh, I told those guys to shut it..." muttered Jake, before softening his look to ask you, "Were all those rumors stressing you out?"

You nodded. "I guess it's mostly my own fault, but the weeks of stress from them made me act irrational. That's why I even came up to you and told you I wanted to take a break." You put your hands over your face. "I just... I thought that was my only solution. If I got away from everything to cool off, then I could come back and be fine. And you would have never known I got stupidly jealous--"

"Hey, your feelings are entirely valid." Jake took your hands and gently guided them off your face. "If I was in your situation, I would be feeling jealous, too. I'm not blaming you for anything." He then leaned down and gave you a quick, but meaningful kiss. "But next time, tell me what's wrong instead of trying to run away, okay? I'm your boyfriend, I'll be by your side no matter what to hear you out."

Slowly, you began to smile. His words made your heart feel full and you regretted trying to be reckless. "Okay. I'm sorry again."

"I forgive you already, so don't worry," he replied with a chuckle. "We can put this behind us, and I'll make sure to talk to the guys who started the rumors."

You nodded and asked, "You know them?"

"Yeah, you know how earlier I said I told 'those guys' to shut up? That's what I mean. I guess I'll have to be more upset with them." He laughed a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry they caused so much trouble, I'm sure they didn't mean it."

"Oh... it's alright."

The conversation trailed off, leaving the two of you to just stand around. After a moment, Jake put his hands on his hips and said, "That's that, huh? Let's get outta here." He smiled when you hummed in agreement and the both of you left the office, feeling relieved.

~

A few hours after your confession, everywhere you went, you had the men of Big Deal bowing at you and yelling out apologies. Apparently the guys Jake had lectured ended up spreading the news again and now everyone knew you had gotten jealous and were sorry for making you feel that way (Jake apologized for this as well).

Honestly you weren't sure if this was worse than before or not, but at least you didn't feel guilty anymore. And it was nice to hear apologies, but it was still embarrassing. Even Lua came up to you at some point to apologize.

The last few weeks had been messy but at least you were content again.

[not-alien-girl-v]

Tate story I am sorry I don’t have a name for it yet

Warning: Language

Note: Hello! So this story is based off the concept of reality shifting, but I took some specifics on the basics of the concept from a oneshot series by @toomanyfandoms02 , so definitely go read that if you’re a fan of MGG, it’s called The Transporter. Also I kinda hate this chapter but it will get better I swear

I still remember the day things changed. I was in English class, 6th period, when Mr. Rove sat down at his desk, a bedazzled expression as he explained to us the news: traveling dimensions was now a possibility.

Students turned to each other, chatting about, every single detail of their ideal universe being put into words with each other, but I kept my ideas to myself. Not to say I didn’t have any, because I did. Sure, it was a very vague idea, but I set it aside in my mind, as I did to every unrealistic desire I’d accumulated over the years, like being a bestselling author.

I knew I certainly had the capability to write a story, maybe even a good one at that, but I’d never write something irresistibly readable. Something so interesting, so complex and beautiful that it could reach the minds of many.

“This is shit,” Mr. Rove confirmed my sneaking suspicion that day in his office. In his large hands, he held my submission for the school’s writing contest. The winner would receive a $10,000 scholarship to their college of choice, something I desperately needed.

It’s not that I didn’t have the money. In fact, my father was a world renowned scientist, making a fuckton of money and refusing to let me take advantage of that.

I get it, he came from the bottom and made it to the top with no help from a rich parent, and he wants me to be the same: a successful, self made individual, but I have to say, paying for your own dinners, clothes, electronics etc sucks when you are only old enough to make minimum wage.

All those daddy’s money girls I go to school with do annoy me, and for that, I get where he’s coming from. But I’m far from them.

As for what Mr. Rove said to me, it’s not something I didn’t already know. I could easily tell the story was no good. I felt like it was shit the whole writing it, it’s no big surprise that it wasn’t worthy of winning the contest.

“I know,” I spoke honestly. I wasn’t going to bullshit him about this, I sucked and I knew it.

He leaned back in exasperation, running a hand through his dark hair and sighing. Placing the paper back on his desk, “I mean, come on. The main girl is too dumb. Why does she keep going back to camp every year when someone always gets murdered? No one wants to read something so frustrating and predictable. Horror is about suspense, and there’s nothing in this. My 3 year old daughter probably could have written this thing as a shitty picture book.”

Harsh. He could have at least spared some feelings. “That was rude. I’m a child, you know. Your my teacher you’re supposed to be nice to me. What would the principal have to say about your awful bedside manner?”

“Okay, fine. Turn this in to the contest, see yourself lose the scholarship, and end up working 9 to 5 at McDonalds.”

I pursed my lips and stared him down in defeat. “That’s what I thought,” he continued.

That was a month ago, and the application deadline closes at the end of summer, giving me roughly 2 and a half months to write this story. No problem right?

Wrong. Big problem. Summer is finally here - as of today - and I still have little to no idea what I’m doing with this new story I was demanded to write by Mr. Rove.

Now here I am, one foot after another on the hot concrete, and I can tell it’s scalding because Chuck Taylor shoes do nothing to protect your feet from things like the burning pavement on a hot summer day.

My forehead is dripping and as is every part of my body I could possibly generate sweat from (which is everywhere, as I’m now learning) and it is no picnic. Days like this make me wish I hadn’t quit my job to ‘pursue writing’ or whatever stupid reason it was. I’m buying my own car, or at least I will be once I find the money for it.

The walk to my home, near excruciating, finally ends after I scramble around my purse for my house keys, entering the bliss of air conditioning. I close my eyes and slide down the wall, almost comedically and I nearly cry at the sensation.

Sweat in my eyes, my mouth, the tips of my fingers slowly drying cool, leaving me with a bitter stench left behind.

The house I live in is probably the only thing in my life that reflects my father’s success. It’s three stories, in a rich neighborhood and with an indoor pool. It would be nice if my father were every around to enjoy it.

The note on the fridge reads ‘big news, call me’. School is over, I have no homework and nothing to do but procrastinate with this story I’m writing, so I call him right away.

Two rings, “Hello?”

“Hey dad, it’s me, what’s the news?” I have now moved up to my room, climbing in the stairs not dissimilar to the trek up Mount Everest, and sink down into my desk chair.

“We did it! We figured it out!” He exclaims and I can swear I hear his happy dance over the phone.

“So it was you. I should have figured.” My father is a genius, a scientist, and as of today, one of the inventors of multi-universal travel.

“Yeah, boss put it on the news! But it doesn’t end there, not for you.”

“Oh?”

“Nope, you, my sweet daughter, are going to be one of the first test subjects!”

I am forcefully silenced. The air has permanently left my lungs and at the moment, I have no reason to believe it will ever return. I inhale, oh there it is again.

“Did you hear me? I volunteered you. This is going to be an amazing opportunity for you, you’ll get to experience what it’s like to live as an individual in the lower class. You know how important it is to hear every side of the economical story to be a true philanthropist-“

“Dad?” I interrupt.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t even ask me about this? You’re just deciding that I’m going to participate in leaving this dimension? All for what? To become a better person? To complete this narrative of a humble rich girl?”

Now he’s in silence.

“I gave you this opportunity because it’s a once in a lifetime event. You should be grateful for this, do you even know how many girls would kill to do what you’re about to?”

“What will I be getting from this? All I’m hearing is what you’re benefiting, but what would be in any of this for me?”

He pauses to think. “How about I make you a deal. If you agree to this under my terms, I’ll let you choose what reality you shift to. How about that?”

“And?”

Sighing, “and if you do this, I’ll… get you a car.”

I jump up out of my chair. “Seriously?”

“Yes. But only if you agree to it right now.”

“What would happen if I didn’t?”

“You’d still be doing this anyway, but I get to choose where you’re going. Plus no car.”

Grinning, I reply, “you’ve got yourself a deal! When do I leave?”

“Tomorrow morning. And try not to eat anything within the next 12 hours, most of the rats we tested on threw up a little during the shift. Love you, bye!”

“Wait what-“ But he’s already hung up on me. Well, there goes my summer. Or maybe time will just pause when I leave, I don’t know. But what I do know is that I need to talk about this.

___

“Have I mentioned how much I’m in love with Tate Langdon?” Del asks. She’s spread out on my bed, scrolling through my Tumblr, after making the executive decision to follow the Tate Langdon tag on my account.

“Maybe once or twice. One more time for good measure?” I joke from my floor where my existential crisis is occurring.

“He’s the love of my life!” She squeals. I don’t say anything. I love Del, but whenever she gets like this, I feel it best to let her get it all out.

“Can I ask you something?” I speak, nearly groaning my words out with a scratchy voice.

“Shoot.”

“You know how they figured out reality shifting?”

“Of course, it’s all over practically everything.”

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”

“American Horror Story, duh! Do you even have to ask me that, come on Clara, catch up,” she laughs. I hum.

“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck that Tate guy,” I accuse her with a giggle.

“It’s so much more than that. The storyline is so amazing, and the characters, so complex, as long as it would be assured I couldn’t die or get hurt, I’d love to live in a horror universe like that. You could probably do good there too. Maybe in a place like that, you could find some inspiration for your story.”

People should stop saying shocking things to me today, because I keep finding myself in an uncomfortable silence, mouth agape and mind exploded. I sit up.

“Del, I’m going on a trip this summer.”

“Wow a trip? Geez, Clara spare some details, would ya?” She jokes.

“It has something to do with my dad’s work. You know he has to keep it private, government classified and whatever the fuck. You just need to know that I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and I probably won’t be able to contact you for a good long while.”

“Is this your creative way of saying I need to go home now?” She is already up off my bed, not waiting for an answer and slipping on her shoes.

“Yes. I’m up early, so I need a good nights rest.”

“Alright, alright, I’m out, I’ll see you whenever your… trip… is over,” she cackles and I hear it travel down my staircase and out the front door.

___

I’m oh so delicately greeted with the most beautiful noise in the world: my alarm clock, blaring in my sleeping ear at 4am.

Since I spoke with my father, he miraculously suddenly became insanely busy, too busy to return any further calls or texts from me, so I’ve been exchanging words with his assistant, Laura.

Laura said not to dress up for the occasion, that I’ll have clothes of my own in whatever reality I choose, so there’s no need to be flashy or pack anything sentimental.

My stomach rumbles in my stomach and I sit at the kitchen table, staring down an apple in the fruit bowl like it owes me money. I can’t, I shan’t, I mustn’t. But fuck, I really want to. I stand up and leave the room, not needing to get overwhelmed just yet today. I’m sure I can find other reasons to freak out later, so I’m saving my energy.

I took Laura’s advice, so I’m wearing sweat pants and a band T-shirt. I hear a honk outside, signaling that the woman in question is now here to take me to a facility which will ultimately lead to the exit of this reality that I’ve called home my entire life. Big shit, don’t think about it.

I run outside, nothing but my phone and wallet in pocket, past the gate around the front yard, into the front seat of Laura’s car. “Good morning, Clara,” she cheerfully greets, too cheerfully for 4 in the morning, in my book.

“Mm,” I groan in response. Adding on, “Will I be able to die?”

“In the other reality?” She grips the steering wheel equally with both hands at 10 and 2, like a professional would.

“No, in Australia,” I deadpan.

“No, you won’t be able to die. You’ll be entering a version of your universe of choice where you can’t die, so you won’t be able to stay there for the rest of your life, of course. You can get hurt, however, so be weary, as always. And one more thing, you cannot let anyone know you’ve come from a different universe. They haven’t discovered this technology in that reality yet, so a lot of things will be incorrectly shifted if you let anyone know you’re not from there.”

She fits this all into one breath, not sounding winded in any way, she must talk a lot normally. “Just out of curiosity, what universe have you decided on?”

“You ever see American Horror Story?” I ask.

“I’ve heard of it. A fine choice, however you’ll need to be very careful you don’t get hurt. Don’t get on anyone’s bad side.”

“Isn’t that the truth in any universe?”

“What year would you be planning on shifting to?” She seems to be having none of my bullshit this morning.

“2009. LA. I want to live in the murder house.”

“Oh… are you sure?” I can tell she’s trying her hardest not to send me an odd look with how carefully she’s focusing on the road now.

“Completely.” I am stern and unmoving. I can’t die, what’s the harm? Del was probably right, as she often is, through all the madness she spews.

She inhales sharply and it almost sounds like it hurts, “well, alright. If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

___

Now here I stand, in front of this machine that will supposedly allow me to shift realities. Of course I have full trust in my fathers technology, I have no reason not to, I just thinking the entire concept has yet to absorb in my mind.

I’m leaving this universe, and quite frankly, I have no say in it at all.

“Are you ready?” Laura is standing in a separate room, behind a protective glass window, like an X-Ray technician.

On the way in here, I was fortunate enough to meet some of the other test subjects. A young woman named Natalia, a man named Arthur, and a girl named Sophia. They were all around 18-20, making me wonder why young people are the only ones being selected for this experiment. Perhaps it has something to do with the toll on the body.

“Yes.”

“Al-“ I cut Laura off.

“Will it hurt?” I pick at my nails. I’m more nervous than I let on, and my stomach is burning and twisting inside my abdomen.

“It will be a little uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt, promise.”

Though she said she promised, it somehow brought me no relief at all. Either way, I was ready. I wish my dad were here right now. Seems like the type of thing to be present for.

I step into the machine, and it’s reminiscent to a cheesy time machine from an old Hollywood movie. A vivid image appears of the machine shaking, sputtering and smoking, before eventually comedically falling apart with me still in it.

I giggle at my own imagination, and get myself comfortable. I was informed of the specifics of my conditions once I shift. I will be an orphan (thanks a lot, dad) who lives with a foster family in the murder house. I will have two foster parents, and two foster brothers, aged 12 and 14.

I see Laura behind the glass typing something into a big board with a lot of buttons, like I’m in a recording studio and she’s my producer behind the glass. I close my eyes for a moment and begin to feel a terrible sick feeling in my stomach. Like when you go on those rollercoasters that bring you up super high then suddenly drop, and you feel like all your guts might just ooze out of your pores.

I keep my eyes closed and don’t dare to open them until the queasy feeling slowly fades, and I don’t hear the chatter of the other three test subjects from the next room. In fact, the air conditioning I was previously surrounded by in the lab has disappeared, and I feel hot sunlight beaming down on my skin.

“Clara! Get in here!”

I open my eyes now. Here I am, standing out front the house, exact to the TV show, and I would know, Del made me watch it roughly a thousand times.

I feel the sun on the tops of my arms, my legs, and it’s apparent that I’m not wearing the same outfit I left in. Now, I sport a tank top and dark jean shorts with sheer black tights underneath, and a number of bracelets trailing up both my arms.

I look up at the house, massive and astounding in front of me. There’s an open window on the second floor, and I see a glimpse of a young blond boy staring down at me, but he walks away before I can really see him.