#black jewels teen wolf crossover

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I randomly started writing a Black Jewels/Teen Wolf crossover that’s been rolling around in my mind, so people who left the source of their sentences up to me when they requested a twofer are getting them from that. Sentence recipients below. Thanks for making me write!

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Derek fastens the buckles on his trunk, then vanishes it. He looks around the room, checking to make sure he hasn’t missed anything, even though he knows he hasn’t. He would have needed to have something left in order to lose it, and he’s already lost everything. Even this sparsely furnished, bare room isn’t his. It’s just a place he rented for a time. He hasn’t cared where they went, but Hayll had been somewhere far away from everything that they’d lost.

Now, Derek doesn’t really have any choice but to go back to Beacon Hills. Laura was called back there, but she’s completely dropped out of contact. They knew it might happen, what with the need to cross back into Kaleer, but Derek knows there’s more to it. Something else has gone wrong.

It’s good their family fortune was not lost along with the people, because it’s taken Derek a significant number of bribes to get a place on the roster of people being allowed to cross into the Shadow Realm. As a Warlord Prince with no Queen and no family, he’s viewed with suspicion at best and avarice by the unscrupulous. He’s never understood it himself. He’s dangerous because of what he is, but he’s been trained to have a level of control beyond that of most other castes. His schooling in Protocol alone far outstrips that of the other warlords and princes and witches he’s known.

‘Knowledge of Protocol doesn’t stop those who want to do harm,’ the voice inside his head whispers.

Derek doesn’t want to think about that. It isn’t relevant at the moment, anyway. The people who are responsible for his current state in life aren’t Warlord Princes. They’re a Prince and her Warlord father. Derek intends to make them pay, someday, although he doesn’t know how. He holds onto his anger, though. Someday, he’ll find a way.

He takes one more look around the room, but it’s just as bare as it was the last time he looked. It was barely any less spartan during the time Derek spent in it. Derek hasn’t really had a home in years. Not since Kate Argent burned his down with his family inside.

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“Imrik never gives anyone else power without a reason,” Vana says, trying to ignore how Daromir’s hands on him always make him feel.

“The question is, what are the reasons,” Daromir agrees. “We’re sure it was granting you power and not a curse?”

“If it is a curse, we won’t know for a long time,” Vana says. “Even if it was a weakness we shared, he wouldn’t display it without a clear plan to make sure it impacted me and not him.”

Daromir nods. “I suppose we need to begin researching werewolves.”

“While trying to avoid giving anything away,” Vana agrees with a sigh. “Easier said than done in this court.”

“I can’t imagine it would be easy as the prince of any court,” Daromir says thoughtfully.

“I bet Audric Sandry wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse to research werewolves,” Vana retorts. “He could probably just say he’s interested and no one would question it.”

Daro tilts his head back and forth, as if he's reluctant to agree but can't think of a counter-argument.

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Fic Preview Time!

Bc I might as well tease you guys since I actually haven’t been writing that much lately.

1. Untamed death row exoneration fic

So, I was writing this one before the US government went on it’s little killing spree, but it started to be topical and real, so I put it on a backburner, but I'm getting back to it.

The house wasn’t huge. Wei Ying knew that, intellectually. Compared to the house he’d grown up in, it was modest. Compared to the entire lake that had been in his backyard as a kid, the small pond and five trees in the backyard were cute.��

But he couldn’t help it, as soon as A-Yuan left the house, just walking from room to room to room, in and out. He tried to be careful and close the screen door, but sometimes he’d forget and one or two rabbits would hop in and surprise Lan Zhan in his office.

Lan Zhan never scolded him for it. He’d just pick the rabbit up and put it in his lap. 

“You’ve got to go to therapy,” Jack came by with a bottle of wine the first day, patted A-Yuan on the head, and let his wife give Lan Zhan a salad with nuts and artichoke hearts. “I’m going to give you this right now, and that’s all the booze you get until you send me a picture of the appointment.”

“I can buy my own alcohol,” Wei Ying laughed at him. 

Jack just smiled indulgently at him.

“Trust me,” he said, gently. “You want to do this. For your kid.”

So he had an appointment on Friday, and until then he was walking the house the same way he’d paced his cell.

Wen Ning was in his room, working on something A-Yuan had asked him to do. Qing-jie was working on finding whatever job a woman who was snatched from the gentle grip of a first year med school could get.

Wei Ying tried to lie down at the edge of the pond. Several goldfish swirled around, looking at him expectantly, and he waved apologetically.

“Lan Zhan told me you guys are on a diet,” he pointed out. The fish, disgruntled, fluttered their fins, and drifted away.

The sun went behind a cloud. The lilies floated in the wind.

He slept. 

The sun shone off the wine bottle, still unopened, on the kitchen windowsill.

So it’s not really about the death penalty, per se, it’s more about exoneration and also humans and trauma and stuff. Really heavy and it makes me sad.

2. Unnamed Teen Wolf vampire fic

So this isn’t REALLY a Vampire The Masquerade crossover, but it kind of IS, because I played that LARP for ten years and I still don’t understand(because I’m stupid) so it incorporated a lot of their brokenness, lol. Basically, it’s Scott getting kidnapped by vampires, who then decide to keep him and won’t give him back based on him being their precious darling.

A hunter came up behind him, but Scott felt, smelled, heard him, and, with a twist, threw him into the lights. They smashed, and several of them died, much to the delight of the captive. Her grin, briefly delightful, suddenly terrifying as two delicate fangs appeared, brought a cry of terror from the hunter as she dragged him up, and Scott found himself stepping forward, hands outstretched helplessly.

“Don’t kill him!”

She paused, and her pout returned.

“But I’m hungry,” she complained. “And he’s not exactly a good guy, wolf, he steals kids.”

“Just,” Scott wanted to agree with her, wanted, suddenly, to just leave the bastard there. She was right. He was a kidnapper and probably a murderer. 

(“Some of us are human!”)

“Just, please,” he begged. “Just leave him. Help me save Siobhan.”

She looked him in the eyes, hesitating, then bent her head and sank her teeth into the hunter’s neck.

Scott felt himself drop a little. That was that. He didn’t know why he’d expected to persuade her otherwise.

“Fine,” she stood up, letting the hunter fall into the broken glass of the lights, blood dripping down her face. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You could turn a cat from a mouse with those eyes. He’ll live, he just needs some juice.”

...

Maybe it wasn’t the shadows that had taken his breath from him. She’d thought the blood was someone else’s, but she could see it seeping out from under his fingers.

“Are you okay, wolf?”

“Scott,” he reached for a shirt, and pulled it on with jerking, shaking fingers. 

“My name’s Scott McCall,” he clarified for her raised eyebrows, then collapsed in a heap beside a pile of laundry.

She let a note behind. It was what you did, right?

She wrote it out on thin, lined paper, and pinned it to the fridge under a cute, pig shaped magnet. Then she picked him up, and stepped into the darkness.

...

“You’re awake!” The girl walked in carelessly. She wore draping scarves over a loose, not very long dress, and long, flashy necklaces. Her curls didn’t quite seem to match. “Took you long enough.”

“I can’t- I can’t stay here,” he was trying to get up, and he realized that someone had taken off his jeans and replaced them with loose, soft pyjamas. He was wearing a matching shirt. 

“You took my pants?” He held himself up with one hand, and noted, as if from far away, that it was shaking.

“Don’t worry about your maidenly modesty,” she pulled out her phone and used the camera to reapply lipstick in a bruised purple. “Seamus wanted you to be more comfortable. That’s all.”

“I have to go,” he shook his head. “I have to- How long have I been here?”

“Almost four days now,” she said, pushing him back into bed. “Stop that. You nearly died about five times.”

“My friends,” he tried to move, but she was stronger than she looked. Her hands were cold, and she smelled strange. Dull, and still. 

“I left a note,” she seemed utterly unconcerned. “I put it on your fridge. Cute magnets, by the way.”

“I’m Jewel,” she told him, clambering up to sit cross legged on the bed beside him. “Jewel Cleary.”

“Scott-“ she interrupted him carelessly. 

“I know, Scott McCall, you told it to me while you were dying.”

That explained it. They didn’t know he was an alpha.

“I wasn’t dying,” he tried to explain. “I’m an alpha. I would have been fine, you didn’t have to bring me here.”

“You nearly died three times in this very bed, boyo,” a huge, decaying mountain of a man, whose bulk spoke of power beginning to fade, and who had laugh lines at every corner of his face, came in with a steaming tray. “And now you’ll stay in it and eat your dinner and rest until you look a bit less of a corpse.”

“I’m Seamus,” the man handed the food to Jewel, then helped him sit up. “Tho most call me Shea, on the belief that my true name will call all manner of calamities down upon us. You’re Scott McCall, who saved our Jewel, and it’s a pleasure, indeed it is, Mr. McCall.”

He was saved from replying by Jewel putting the tray under his nose and both of them beaming expectantly over a bowl of stew and a cup of something dark and hot. 

It was… very good. And he fell asleep again as soon as he finished.

3. Another Chapter In Mysterious Fathoms Below

So this fic is actually stalled because I’m writing Uma giving a Ted Talk style speech on what it was actually like growing up in a concentration camp run by a totalitarian dictatorship and I’m stumped on it, also the mystical stuff that's coming in. But I'm back on track soon, so hopefully this will come out soon.

“Davy Jones’ Locker!”

“Don’t curse, dear,” Merryweather had scolded absently, trying to clear up supper dishes. 

“Don’t-What? Merryweather, look at the bloody stars!”

Harry grabbed her arm, pushing her to look up at the sky. It was just past dusk, soft and velvety blue, with early stars cheerfully popping into place. She followed Harry’s finger.

There should have been two stars there. One was newer, and that one had taken its place, although it’s bright shimmer was somewhat reduced.

Where the other should have been, there was black emptiness. Somehow, the sky looked cold and empty without it, and its mate seemed to shiver in the blackness.

“The second star,” she whispered. “Oh, Harry, what’s going on?”

…

“I was born in a prison, and on that day, from the moment I came screaming and bloody into this world, I was sentenced to life without parole. Like everyone born on the Isle Of The Lost, all my friends and my enemies, I was born to starve, suffer, and die, for the crime of being born to the losing side.”

“My first memory is of vomit. I was sick, because the food that came to the Isle came off garbage skows. Now, I don’t mean that the ships that transported the food were garbage skows, repurposed for bringing food to our prison, I mean it was garbage. The leftovers, the trash, rags and rot. Every bite we took was Russian roulette, and that day, I guess I lost.”

She smiled, and turned slightly again. She had never managed to stay still, even when she slept, she kicked and pushed out against the world. She had crawled early and walked early, she had swum from the moment of her birth.

“I don’t mean for you to think this was some kind of unusual event. I had food poisoning several times a year. The alternative was to not eat. There were no gardens, no farms. The ground was rocky and hard, and even if we’d managed to till it, the earth was leeched of life, to keep the barrier going. It was fed from the very island.”

From something more than the island. From something that had been since long before the Beast and his doll had been even thought of, something that had reigned before princes and queens.

Ursula drank her daughter’s face in. Sweet and pretty, crowned and gowned, just as she should have been. She traced the curve of her cheek, and pretended that this was something else, something from another world, where Uma was all that she appeared, and pure, and soft. 

…

They were making their way through grey fog, as fast as pixy dust could swing them. The Pan stood at the bow, staring into the mist. When Harry approached, he turned, eyes glowing with a terrible fire.

“It’s begun, impossible child,” he said, cheerfully.

Harry swore at him, savagely, and sat on the rail, listening for the sounds of planes and guns.

…

“Look how she lights up the sky,” she could hear Naveen singing, singing somewhere far away.

She stumbled out of bed. He must have been singing to Jimmy, and Jimmy was probably missing her.

But when she got to the nursery doorway, it was gone. 

The air was rich and humid, sweet with flower and sour with decay. Dragonflies hummed, their jewel-like bodies gleaming in the last of the sunlight as they danced over the glimmering water. She took one step, and another, the ground not giving way, but welcoming her in, wrapping water and earth around each foot. The trees swayed overhead, moss waving in the wind.

A place of death. A place of life.

3. The next chapter in Five Wolves Sansa Never Had

So this was a fic that stemmed from my irritation that Sansa lost her puppy. This chapter is called “Ned, you fucked up big time” and its about Ned trying to replace Lady with a sickly puppy who actually IS a dire wolf. Knowing what I know about dire wolves now, this is HILARIOUS.

He almost bought a doll, but Jory had shaken his head furiously, and he’d stepped past the toy shop, to a man selling what he called “exotic beasts, fit for the King’s own menagerie”.

Of course, the quiet little pup certainly wasn’t the dire wolf the man advertised him to be, but something in his golden eyes and quiet nature had reminded him of Lady, and he’d paid far too much for the little creature. 

Far, far too much, it seemed now.

Sansa hadn’t been grateful. She’d sullenly put it in her lap, and told him he couldn’t replace Lady, and needn’t have tried. Then she’d gone to her chambers, ignoring Arya, who wanted to play with the little creature.

At first he’d thought it was simply a quiet pup, like Lady had been. It had had little appetite, and messed in Sansa’s chambers, but she had been used to that from Lady’s infancy and hadn’t complained. He’d heard it when he accidentally eavesdropped on Jeyne’s complaints to another maid.

But after some days it had become clear that the little beast was dying. Food and water ran through it, ending in messes on the floor, it slept for hours, and when it woke, it cried weakly. It couldn’t walk, and Sansa would carry it out to the gardens, lay it on a blanket, and sit and embroider, only getting up to change the linens under the poor thing, or to persuade it to take a sip of water or a bite of food.

Ned tried to broach the facts of the matter with Sansa, but she had only glared stoney-faced at him, until he found himself faltering and retreating. He’d thought of sneaking in at night and smothering the creature, but it felt too much like murder, and he finally gave up, leaving the little creature alone to die in peace.

The one good thing about the matter, which was the rift between Sansa and Joffrey. The Prince found the puppy disgusting and wasn’t quiet about it, and Sansa found his rudeness distasteful, and tactfully avoided the boy. By the time he was able to put them on a ship, sickly pup and all, she was distant enough from Joffrey that her protests were only quiet, pointed remarks about how he had made her fit to be a princess, and now didn’t find the price she brought him high enough.

It reminded him, chillingly, of how Lyanna had argued with his father, and he found himself unable to embrace her when she left.

…

Stark had sent one of his daughters with a Braavosi swords master and the other with a sickly puppy, as if he thought that Stannis hadn’t enough to do, and would appreciate some further inconveniences. 

The younger daughter had no idea how to behave, and put the entire castle into uproar after uproar. But if he had hoped that the eldest daughter, who had lived up to her reputation as far as being a pretty child, who curtsied precisely the right depth, would balance the little urchin by behaving and staying in her place, he was, well, mildly disappointed.

“The dog will be placed in the kennels,” he told them on the arrival.

The girl shook her head. 

“No, my lord.”

He had paused, and the entire parade of noblewomen, septas and servants had stumbled in its tracks.

“No, Lady Sansa?”

She met his eyes, and he was reminded, uncomfortably, of her father.

“No, my lord,” she reiterated. “He shall not go to the kennels. He is the symbol of my house and he will remain with me.”

“It’ll probably die soon, anyhow,” the younger girl told him. “It’s been dying since father bought it, it’s an ugly little thing.”

For a moment, Lady Sansa was unable to school her expression to proper demureness, and a cold rage turned her eyes from sky on sea blue to springtime ice as she glanced at her sister. It only lasted for a heartbeat, then she was back to cold courtesy.

Stannis ignored their silent squabble, and looked more closely at the creature. It lay limply in her arms, eyes unfocused, and breaths shallow. 

“At the very least,” he allowed. “We ought not to bring whatever sickness that is amongst the dogs.”

Later, he found the girl seated by her hearth, trying to feed the little creature a soup of broth and bones, while her ancient septa slept in the window seat. The pup ate but little, and the girl rubbed a hand over her eyes before she saw him and stood to curtsey again.

“Forgive me, my lord, I did not see you.”

“I brought this,” he held up a small pot. “I purchased it for a sick hound, once, and it brought the creature strength enough to heal.” 

She thanked him very prettily, and he mixed a spoonful with the broth she was trying to feed the pup, showing her the portions carefully and appreciating her careful attention. Between them, they got the poor thing to finish the broth and eat a little meat, before it fell asleep in a rabbit fur lined basket.

“Thank you, my lord.” 

He took a closer look at the child. He’d never thought much about the girl who would marry his goodsister’s bastard, but he could see now that she had bright, intelligent eyes, despite her clear exhaustion, and that she carried herself very well.

“It must have been a shock,” he said, abrupt in his discomfort. “When your father told you why he had to break your betrothal.”

She hesitated.

“My father,” her voice was very soft, and uncertain. “My father has not-“

He stared at her, irritable and disbelieving. 

“Did your father not tell you why you were being sent here?”

He knew he sounded skeptical, but the idea that Eddard Stark would not have told his eldest child why her very excellent marriage pact was being broken seemed truly ludicrous. Stark wasn’t stupid, and he was a man of honour. It would only serve him well to keep his eldest daughter in his confidence.

The girl blushed in embarrassment. 

“He-He told Arya,” she said, slowly. “That is, I believe he told her. She hasn’t said anything. To me. But he speaks to her. He likes her.”

Stannis frowned. 

There had been another father, once upon a time, that father had made sure there was a space in his mews for a crippled bird, and as much fresh and good food for her as any flighted creature, all because his son had hoped she might fly again. Even if that son was not as handsome, or charming, or bright as his brother.

“Your father has been foolish,” he told her, coldly. He had not the talent to speak to children, but she seemed to understand that he meant no harm to her. “He may as well have sent you riding an aurochs blindfolded.”

“No matter,” he continued, and sat down in a chair by the hearth, motioning her to the opposite seat. “Listen to me. It’s a very long story.”

…

“…His Grace, the King, has explained all to me, my Lord Father. 

I am very glad to hear that you have escaped your confinement. Perhaps we shall see each other again soon.

Your Obedient Daughter,

Sansa Stark, lately of Dragonstone”

There was something cold about the letter, Ned thought, running a hand through his hair, for all that it was prettily written, with no ink blotches or crossed words, but he couldn’t quite tell what made him think so. He set it aside, with a group of others he planned to answer later, including word from White Harbour and the Wall.

Stannis had overstepped, he thought. Sansa was too young to know the truth of her betrothal, that her former betrothed was a bastard born of incest, that Jon Arryn had been murdered. But Stannis had never been known for tact.

His son had become a king. The Riverlands and the North called him so. So did some among the Vale. Word had come to the Stormlands, just as he managed to convince Renly to wait for the proper order of succession.

He put it aside for now. Robb was a boy, he could be persuaded to see sense.

“Sansa has chainjed her hair again. She just brayds it and pins it back under a hood like the new Queen does except she hardly spends any time with the queen. She and Stannis are always together with the Prinsess. All they do is play kivuss, and talk over maps and books. 

“I found a secret passij in the cellar of the kassle. It goes to the dungeon.

“Are you alright, Father? I herd one of the men say you lost your leg. I miss you very much.”

He smiled fondly over the mis-spelled words, imagining Arya roaming a new castle, learning all the new haunts and secrets.

“My Dearest Arya,

“I have not lost my leg, but it was very badly infected. I hope you are well, and you are behaving for your hosts…” 

…

The black wolf didn’t die, to everyone’s surprise. To their further astonishment, he thrived, with an ever-growing appetite and a newfound strength to match. He began to grow, and developed a certain cool dignity, to match his mistress’ adolescent gentility. She named him “Prince” and embroidered a collar in silver-grey thread and white shell beads.

Stannis wasn’t, precisely, surprised to find that the elder of his new wards was quick and clever, or that she knew already the names and banners of nearly every house in the Seven Kingdoms, and the relevant histories of said houses. His wife was pleased with her sewing and manners, and engaged a musician to teach her and Shireen the high harp and the lute. The girl’s septa kindly took Shireen under her wing, along with the younger Stark girl(when she wasn’t playing at swords with her water dancing master or dragging Shireen and Patchface into trouble) and their maid. She couldn’t really do much more than teach them etiquette and sewing, but she meant well, and she was too old to do anything else, so Stannis allowed it.

Sansa and Melisandre had begun a polite war. Word had been that the girl prayed as much in the sept as her father’s godswood, but she was little interested in opening her faiths any further, and clearly disliked the Red God’s followers for their fanatic disavowal of the older faiths. The small folk had been afraid that she was a witch, with her black wolf as a familiar, but when she proved kind and generous, they apparently decided that she was a good lady, whose wolf was a sign of favour by either the old gods, or the new.

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Saw you were offering stories for people who donate to Kenzie's dog surgery. Mysenia didn't list what fandoms you write for. What's on the table for people to choose from?

For the followers who aren’t aware, @mysenia‘s super adorable Kenzie needs TPLO surgery for an injury she sustained. My family and I are super huge animal lovers (we have five dogs alone), and I figured that offering my writing to help with the fundraising is the least that I could do. :) The current list of authors who are willing to write to help with fundraising can be found over here, but as a fyi: it looks like more people are volunteering to help all of the time! (Yay! :D)

As for what I can write in return for donators, here is a list of my most active fandoms–though keep in mind that I’m familiar with a fair amount more. I’ve also listed the pairings that I typically default to, but I am comfortable with writing others (het, gen, slash, unlisted pairings that differ from what’s below, whatever) if that’s what you want.

Teen Wolf (Steter, Sterek, Steterek, Stalion, Stackson - favorites, but anything is up for grabs) *also American Assassin crossoversYuri!! on Ice (Victuuri, Yuuri/Yurio)Marvel (FrostIron, WinterIron, IronPanther, IronMagic, StarkQuill, Pepperony for MCU; Stony for Marvel 616 or partial cartoon crossovers - most any pairing is up for grabs, just double-check with me before committing)Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler (SebaCiel, VinRich, Double Charles, Undertaker/Charles Grey, Undertaker/Vincent Phantomhive - anything else is up for grabs)Hannibal (Hannigram)Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts (Tomarry/Harrymort, Drarry, Newt/Credence)Yu-Gi-Oh! DM (Puzzleshipping, Tendershipping - favorites, but anything is up for grabs - please note: I’ve watched up to the end of Battle City; anything more requires tracking down of episodes and research)James Bond (00Q, 007/006/Q)Star Trek TOS/AOS (Spirk, McSpirk, Mcirk, Khirk)Naruto (SasuNaru/NaruSasu, KakaNaru, SaiNaru, ShisuiNaru)Kingsman (Hartwin, Merwin)Sherlock BBC (Johnlock, Johniarty)Merlin BBC (Merthur)Doctor Who (Doctor-focused only piece, unless it’s with Rose)Durarara!! (Shizaya/Izuo)Welcome to Nightvale (Cecil/Carlos)Gundam Wing (Heero/Duo, Heero/Wufei, Wufei/Duo)How to Train Your Dragon (Toothless & Hiccup friendship)Rise of the GuardiansMaze RunnerLabyrinthBlack Jewel Series (by Anne Bishop)SupernaturalBuffy the Vampire Slayer (Spike/Buffy Summers)The Man from U.N.C.L.E.Big Hero 6Pandora HeartsThe SandmanFables SeriesCaptive Prince TrilogyPerson of InterestSaiyuki

Like I mentioned, there are other fandoms and pairings that I can write for, but here’s something to get you started on. XD;; Also: As my The Child of Frost and Flame ‘verse shows, I’m 100% comfortable with crossovers if that’s what you want.

Additionally:

1) Please remember that because I have several previous obligations I signed up for, you won’t be able to get your story/ies until December (but you WILL get them, I promise).

2) It’s a 3,000-5,000 word story for every $40.00 you donate. Send Mysenia $40 and you get one story. Send Mysenia $80 and you get two. Send Mysenia $120 and you get three. Etc.

3) You’re more than welcome to send me more asks re: what I will/will not write (on that note, unless you send Kenzie $300/400 for her surgery, A/B/O ‘verse and mpreg is on that “will not write” list), other fandoms I might be familiar with or maybe what other pairings I’d be comfortable with writing, etc. My askbox has an anon option as you can see, so feel free to ghost if you’re embarrassed by your question (though there’s no shaming here, except to rude people

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WIP Title Game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

I was tagged by @kallisto-k for this days ago, but I’m just now getting around to it. There are probably wips I’m missing, but if there are I couldn’t tell you what they are. Anyway, send me asks! I love talking about my wips. Feel free to ask about more than one.

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genuine fuck or die gift

a time to mourn and a time to hope - dead Stiles

all of this can be broken - violence and gore

Time Fuckery

devils-maker - angsty time travel

Trading Up - meet cute

with lightning in his hands - twisted sleeping beauty

werewolf pov xenophilia

come back yesterday - Time Travel Extended

as through a glass darkly - mirrors/reflections

take a chance - dice rolling game

another fucking sleeping beauty fic

He's not a weregoat!

Two werewolves walk back into a territory

my tea's gone cold - Black Jewels tea shop/bookstore AU

won't you take me from this valley - Regency time travel nonsense

Stasis - Role Reversal

whiskey on the rocks & adderall - Stiles goes to college

moon gave me permission recursive murder husbands

Stackson friendship movie fixit

filthy freaks music video inspired fic

Daemon Sadi & Maleficent fight crack fic

Confessions (formerly TWCAW)

turns at every sound - Alternate Dark!Laura Ending

can't raise hell with a saint sequel

devil don't take a break - demon Stiles bad friend Scott

Chris Has Amnesia

Haelan pwp

Not a desire demon at all

Black Jewels/Teen Wolf Crossover

Don't Challenge the Ruthless

Soulmates apparently?

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Kinktober 2024 - Evil Twin | Double Penetration in One Hole

I’m going to do everyone the favor of not tagging 39 people. Here are some low-pressure tags: @dear-massacre @eevylynn @thotpuppy @definitively-different-drivel @okdeannawrites

@renmackree @mswhich @calenlily @luthien-under-bough @raisesomehale

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WIP Tag Game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by the inimitable @dear-massacre. I’m just going to copy and paste the list I use when I need to roll dice to decide what to work on. There are definitely some things missing, but I’m too lazy to figure out which ones.

3 Sentence Ficathon Prompts

whiskey on the rocks & adderall - Stiles goes to college

with lightning in his hands - twisted sleeping beauty

a time to mourn and a time to hope - dead Stiles

Stackson friendship movie fixit

devil don't take a break - demon Stiles bad friend Scott

moon gave me permission recursive murder husbands

Trading Up - meet cute

Daemon Sadi & Maleficent fight crack fic

Stasis - Role Reversal

Black Jewels/Teen Wolf Crossover

Chris Has Amnesia

come back yesterday - Time Travel Extended

as through a glass darkly - mirrors/reflections

won't you take me from this valley - Regency time travel nonsense

firebird Stiles

genuine fuck or die gift

werewolf pov xenophilia

my tea's gone cold - Black Jewels tea shop/bookstore AU

can't raise hell with a saint sequel

Battleship Bingo

devils-maker - angsty time travel

Time Fuckery

Incubi Hales

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 - PT

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 - AH

Freedom to Leave

turns at every sound - Alternate Dark!Laura Ending

another fucking sleeping beauty fic

Collabang fic

Who is in charge? - Hales think Stiles is controlling Scott

He's not a weregoat!

Not a desire demon at all

Haelan pwp

Low pressure tags: @definitively-different-drivel @thotpuppy @lucky-bishop @calenlily @luthien-under-bough

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20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag, @thotpuppy! I've been thinking about this off and on the last couple of days. I really do enjoy this sort of thing, both reading others and making my own. Blank after the cut.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

135. 23 of which are drabbles

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

354,120 total, all since the beginning of 2020

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The big ones are Teen Wolf and Black Jewels., but I also write Perilous Courts and The Hollows, along with some other assorted SFF book fandoms. I have a lot of Men's Hockey RPF fics, but rarely revisit the fandom. Spideypool's another fandom I fell out of at some point.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tell Me No Lies (Spideypool, 5k. Explicit, grocery store meet-cute)

my heart was connected (Teen Wolf Steterek, 11k. Explicit. fake SO for the holidays that grew legs and ran away with me)

I give hell my worst (Spideypool, 5.5k. Explicit, merman Peter Parker and pirate Wade Wilson)

just give me one thing that I can hold onto (Teen Wolf Sterek, 9k, Explicit, Derek and Stiles keep waking up naked in the woods)

Joke's On You (The Witcher, Emralt, 12k, soulmates get married for Reasons)

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

I try to respond, but sometimes it takes me a while, especially when I have a lot I want to say.

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

Probably it kind of vanishes away (Teen Wolf Dargent, 866 words, Explicit, two sad and lonely men getting off together)

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

I don't know what I would say is the happiest, so I'm going to go with the kitten is happy (Perilous Courts Julien/Whisper, 300 words, Gen) because it's the most unequivocally happy ending I've written in ages.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I've been pretty fortunate. I've gotten a few shitty comments, but nothing I felt the need to dwell on. Another commenter yelled at someone for one of them once, months after the fact. That made me laugh.

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

Yes. I don't know what this means by kind, exactly. I write a lot of wall/door sex and work knotting in whenever possible, especially if I can make it accidental.

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

As a general rule, no, but I did co-write a Spideypool/Men's Hockey RPF one where Peter Parker was the guy inside the Gritty suit.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

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

Just the one mentioned in #10

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Daemon Sadi/Lucivar Yaslana from Black Jewels

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

Black Jewels modern AU of sorts where magic comes back and I strip out all of the gender bullshit

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization is my greatest strength, without doubt. I'm also good at writing banter and funny moments during smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm really bad at planning ahead or sticking to a plan I've made. I think overall it's worked out in my writing, but it can get me in trouble during the process. Plot in general isn't a major strength for me.

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

I've done a curse or two, but in general I avoid it both because I don't speak any other languages and because I don't think there are many good ways to incorporate translations.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, it's probably the Wheel of Time message board RP I did on Dragonmount in the nineties, but if we're talking about actual fan fiction it's Men's Hockey RPF.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Man, this wasn't easy. I genuinely enjoy my writing and reread my stuff a lot. I'm going to have to go with no words needed (Black Jewels Daemon/Lucivar, 565 words, Explicit, zero dialogue smut with wink kink) because it's different and because I like it more every time I read it.

I'm going to tag @calenlily, @dear-massacre, @mswhich, @pterawaters, and @alondradina, but would love to see anyone else's answers too!

20 questions for fic writers!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

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

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

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

8. Do you get hate on fics?

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

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

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

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

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Current Pending Fics

So I got a Nonnie in my inbox, asking about what fics I currently have on my plate. I had sent it to my drafts to work on later, but... uh, somehow I instead made it poof? :D;;

So here is the current list of fics in my Fanfiction folder. XD;; It’ll be quite some time before I get to some of them--or even post them--but they’re all currently on the to-dos.

The Reaper of the Wheat - finished; done for Halloween issue of @thissimplefanzine, to be posted on Halloween (Star Trek - Spirk) Gonna Need a Spark to Ignite - series; Teen Wolf/Avengers crossover - pairing undecided Doctor Who/Marvel crossover - oneshot FRIDAY re: Turing test - oneshot Supernatural - Dean as Death’s favorite (sooo many diner scenes in this one) - oneshot Kinky FrostIron oneshot that @mykindoflovestories challenged me to do Werewolf!LittleRedRidingHood - original; oneshot At least two more chapters to the Iron Man/Minions crack fic Stupidly long Naruto fic I don’t even want to think about - chaptered Onmyouji - Abe no Seimei character exploration - oneshot Peter + Loki - oneshot Stupidly long Steter fic I don’t even want to think about - chaptered Transformers fic - hopefully oneshot, most likely chaptered (potential) Harry Potter/Naruto crossover - oneshot Straight Razor Kink with FrostIron - oneshot Straight Razor Kink with WinterIron - oneshot DRRR with demons - oneshot DRRR with kitsune - oneshot Star Trek - effect of Tarsus IV on Kirk - oneshot Star Trek - Spirk I’m going to hate myself for doing - multichaptered Star Trek/Iron Man crossover - oneshot Sterek NaNoWriMo - multichaptered Steter - Lawyer!Peter and Intern!Stiles - hopefully oneshot. I pray Steter - surprise gift fic for cywscross (so no details for any of you :P) Stiles + Loki - oneshot Voiles - potential series of oneshots Supernatural!Stiles - oneshot Teen Wolf/Avengers crossover - Stiles as Tony’s PA - multichaptered Teen Wolf/Harry Potter - Steter crossover currently posting a little at a time - definitely will be a longer series but unknown on length Yuri!! on Ice timetravel fic for the sister - multichaptered Harry Potter + Tony Stark meet - oneshot WinterIron - post CA:CW - multichaptered FrostIron - post CA:CW  - multichaptered Teen Wolf/Yu-Gi-Oh crossover - because I have no shame Harry Potter/Yu-Gi-Oh crossover - see above Tomarry/Harrymort - potential oneshot because Lomonaeeren mentioned to me that she likes the pairing but finds it hard to be believable - CHALLENGE THROWN! Iron Man/Black Jewels Series mash-up - knowing me, most likely a series of oneshots because I’m a masochist Iron Man + MoD!Harry Potter - Siberia oneshot Eternalsterek Secret Santa *future prompts from Steter Network and Spirk fanzine

.... *eyes list and shoves head in the ground ala an ostrich*