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[bytebun]

got covid and wrote 16k of bnha fic in. 3 days. i feel like im 16 again

[lazuliquetzal]

thanks @bobafett for the tag i love tag games SO much

How many works do you have on AO3? 38! Huh! I don't know what I expected? (If you wanna be exact, it's actually 41 because I have 3 joke fics posted anonymously.)

What’s your total AO3 word count? 653,468

What fandoms do you write for? Whatever I'm into at the moment? Right now it's God of War. Earlier it was Linked Universe. Before that it was Daiya no Ace. But I'm not particularly loyal, it's literally just whatever idea that manages to stick.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Reflection -- a classic AA Batteries -- my beloved Dawn of the Fourth -- *evil cackling* ain't no rest for the wicked -- oh my god do people still click on this Denial and Deterioration -- I SWEAR I'M STILL WORKING ON IT I ACTUALLY ADDED TO THE DOC LIKE 3 DAYS AGO

Do you respond to comments? I try to! I try to catch every comment, but if a fic is on the older side and the comment isn't super long, I sometimes don't reply. Not because I don't like the comment (i love all comments i love you all) but because if a fic is not fresh in my brain I don't have much to say

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? DO NOT READ IT, but it's the shadows we cast. I was fifteen. I'm not linking it on here. It's still on my AO3 because I'm not a coward, but I'm also not very brave, so like, don't read my high school fic, you've been warned.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Candid? That one is SUPER fluffy, which is not normally my style, but you know, sometimes you just gotta flex your fluff muscles,

Do you get hate on fics? Eh, not really. I've gotten a few negative comments, but mostly from FFN, and I honestly don't even count those lol.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? No. I genuinely wouldn't even know where to begin.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nah, crossovers aren't my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have seen a fic that was very blatantly referencing one of mine, but I don't really consider that stealing.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Does the absolutely insane crack fic written on the tail end of a 29-hour voice call count?

What’s your all time favorite ship? Hmm. I read a lot of Merthur, but that's mostly because the Merlin fandom tends to be really good, and therefore there's a lot of good Merthur (although I do like Merthur a lot, super Shakespearean, only valid soulmate pairing I've ever seen).

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? If I abandon a fic, I'm going to make an announcement. If I haven't officially abandoned it, it's still fair game. That said, Replication is like, on the lowest of low priorities.

What are your writing strengths? It comes with absorbing plot structure into your personality, but yeah, I'm a kick ass plotter. Also comedy. That also comes with the plot structure.

What are your writing weaknesses? Atmosphere/description. Worldbuilding. Also to a lesser extent, character voice -- I feel like I eventually default to everyone just sounding like me

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Depends on context, but it's always through the lens of "how does this effect the experience for the reader?"

First fandom you wrote for? I wrote a Star Wars fanfic when I was like, 9. First fanfiction on PURPOSE was for PJO.

Favorite fic you’ve written? I think the best thing I've written so far is DotF, but my favorite is probably The Disappearance of Narumiya Mei. WHICH I'M ALSO STILL WORKING ON, life just got REALLY WEIRD and I had to take a step back from it RIP

Tagging @tavina-writes, @ellie-tarts, @lieutenantbiscute, @aoryuucchi, @bytebun, @mimbotomy (no pressure if you don't want to!) and of course anyone who feels like doing this

[other-peoples-coats]

for the wip ask meme if you haven't gotten these already!! 3 in the shadow of men (mp jango) + at the crossroads a second time (99 problems)?

for the wip title ask meme

<3 <3 I have not bud and also it is very funny to me that you specifically would ask for those two titles because:

3 in the shadow of men (mp jango) is the planned 3rd fic in the murderpuppy series (intended posting chronology; in universe, it mostly falls 2nd, between the [redacted] fic and ghost at the back of your closet), and it is all about...well, jango. and what jango's up to, and what he's doing in the murderpuppy verse, and why he goes from GONNA GET A GOOD GRADE AT KILLING JEDI 😎😁😎😎 to I Think I Will Cause Problems On Purpose🗡️🤬🗡️, ft some of the years between baby-wan's no-good-very-bad-trip-to-bandomeer and running into Bail in a gang cell.

teeny tiny snippet 1:

It's a mistake. The kid's fast, shockingly, brutally fast, whipping around like a viper and snapping at the guard, teeth closing over his fingers like a durasteel trap snapping shut. Immediately, the guard bellows in pain, yanking his hand back, and Jango's impressed to realise the kid had bitten clean through the guard's fingers.

and

at the crossroads a second time (99 problems) is the "canon" divergent au of btmybw, where at a point post-melidaan but pre-mandalore, Dooku is declared KIA, qui-gon ends up obi-wan's master, and the two of them...well, kind of go full paranoia once Qui-gon's clued in that hey shit's Fucked. teeny tiny snippet 2:

Which means that it is perfectly reasonable for Qui-gon to spend two days attempting to get the issue sorted out, being that the next time he and his former Master are in Temple at the same time might not be for years. Force willing. In the end, the solution is a convoluted, utterly asinine seeming work around that the archivists on duty — not Madame Nu; he had learnt his lesson as a Junior Padawan about approaching any Jedi his Master counted as friends and expecting anything discussed to remain unremarked upon — assure him will only be a temporary thing, something that will slip off the affected records as soon as they're all updated.

[fault-tol]

50/50 whether or not I get really good at math or start binging manga at 2am

[glimmerglanger]

Glimmer, Bush League is amazing; I loved it!!! There's so much I want to ask about, but I'll stick with one - what do Ben's family think of him and Cody? Did Anakin ever get to finish his shovel talk?

bytebun asked:

i'd love to know how things go for anakin in bush league!! worried about the little guy...

why-we-fight asked:

Hi GG! If you're up for it, I'd love to see a snippet where Cody meets Qui-Gon or at least sees Anakin again. Thanks!

providing-leverage asked:

Can I request some of Ben's family for the Bush League ficlets? Especially if it's Anakin interacting with Cody's brothers. Love this universe ❤️

mostofmyfreetime asked:

If you’re still taking bush league prompts, just anything about Ben’s backstory and the way it affects his relationship with Cody

Oooooooooooof, well, Cody has to visit Ben's home, sooner or later, right? If nothing else, it helps explain some things about Ben to him...

This is set around two years after the end of the story proper, but still far before the Coda. Not the...happiest of meetings.

~~~~~~~~

Qui-Gon forgot to pick them up from the airport.

Ben blew it off like it wasn’t a big deal - not looking very surprised about it - and just headed over to the rental car station, while Cody shifted the bag over his shoulders and frowned. He knew Ben’s family knew when they were supposed to arrive; he’d been there when Ben called and told them about it.

And yet--

“They say they have something for us, it’ll just take a minute,” Ben said, when he finished talking to the lady behind the counter, looking towards Cody. The afternoon sun - weak - caught on his hair and his breath fogged up in front of his face, a few snow flurries moving around them.

“Are they going to be there when we get there?” Cody asked, and Ben--winced, a little, looking to the side.

“If not, I’ll just give you a tour while we wait,” he said, chipper, and Cody had met Anakin a few times - Anakin had briefly come to stay with Ben, the previous season, before deciding he didn’t like it, actually, and leaving again - but never Qui-Gon, and at the moment…

“Ah,” Ben said, before Cody could finish the thought. “I think she’s got the keys.”

#

Ben pointed out a few things through town and then they were leaving town. They’d landed in a very small airport, but still had a ways to go. Eventually, they drove past Ben’s high school, past a string of fast food restaurants and a truck stop, past a downtown area past its prime, and out into bare woods, the branches emptied for the winter.

“Here we are,” Ben said, eventually, parking the car in front of an old farmhouse with a sweeping porch. There were a few cars parked around it; off to one side there was a proper parking lot, signs advertising fresh produce.

Greenhouses spread around the area along with empty fields, waiting for the spring warmth.

The house was quiet. Dark. Ben exhaled and said, “That’s his car. I bet I know where he is, but…let’s put our stuff up, first?”

#

The house smelled a bit closed up, Cody noted, as they stepped inside. He thought he smelled some old pizza wafting out from the kitchen and there was a definite sense of…mess. Everywhere. Ben seemed unphased by it, though he was almost meticulously clean, turning on lights and showing Cody around.

There were pictures on the wall, here and there, mostly of people Cody didn’t recognize, though there were many with Anakin. The stairs creaked when they went up to the second level, Ben pointing out Qui-Gon’s room and Anakin’s, and pulling on the rope that pulled down the attic stairs and--

“You slept in the attic?” Cody asked, because somehow it had never come up, as Ben climbed up the ladder into the darkness.

“Yeah,” Ben said, pulling on a light overhead. It flooded the space with pale golden light. There were…boxes and things stacked everywhere. Bins with words like ‘decorations’ or ‘summer clothes’ scrawled on them in marker. “Qui-Gon needed office space, so….” He shrugged and said, “It’s cozy, right?”

And gestured to one side, close to a small, octagonal window, where he’d set up a mattress, apparently, with a little nightstand beside it and a small lamp. There was a dresser, too, and Cody felt his hands curling up by his sides--

“I closed it in one summer,” Ben went on, dropping his bag beside the mattress, reaching out to rap his knuckles against the drywall rising at a diagonal. The ceiling was too short for either of them to stand completely. “I think I did a pretty good job.”

“You did,” Cody said, tension closing around his chest.

And Ben said, “I’ll start these sheets in the laundry before we go find anyone, okay? So they’re fresh for tonight.”

#

The washer and dryer had their own room, Cody noted, with a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. Ben seemed distracted as he got the machine going and led Cody outside again.

They went through two of the greenhouses before they found a very tall man that Cody recognized as Qui-Gon from photos. He had more gray in his hair, perhaps, than he did in the pictures, but looked otherwise the same, wearing a worn out t-shirt and an apron.

He was bent over an orchid, large hands gentle on the stem, when Ben called out a greeting.

Qui-Gon held up a hand, and Cody’s knuckles itched when Ben just stopped in place, and whispered, a moment later, “He doesn’t like to be distracted. I’m sure he’ll be done in a second. Here, look at these.”

It had been months since Ben had been home, and Cody--

Set aside the coals in his gut and looked at plants, until Qui-Gon finished and straightened and said, “Ben, what a pleasant surprise.”

Cody watched Ben’s smile waver, watched him scrub at the back of his neck and say, “I told you we were coming in today, remember?”

“Did you?” Qui-Gon said, frowning, and then shrugged his broad shoulders, wiping his hands off on his apron. “Well, you know how busy things have been. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

Qui-Gon had a nice handshake. A solid grip, warm and callused, and he smiled big and broad at Cody, and Cody--

Smiled tightly back.

#

Qui-Gon decided they should all go eat - he had no food in the house, he said - and they ended up taking separate cars to some place in town. “Anakin’s favorite,” Ben told him, while explaining where they were going.

Cody reached out and took Ben’s free hand over the center console, squeezed, and said, working to keep his tone even, “But Anakin isn’t eating with us.”

Ben shrugged, turning on his blinker, “He’ll be home later. We’ll pick him up something to-go.”

Cody looked through the windshield at the rapidly falling night - days were so short in the winter - and said, “But where do you want to go?” Because Ben hadn’t been home in more than nine months and yet they were--

“This is fine,” Ben said, pulling into the parking lot and shutting off the engine. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Of course,” Cody said, ignoring the coldness in his chest. It wasn’t directed at Ben, anyway.

#

Dinner was fine. Qui-Gon spent most of it talking about the plans he had to expand his operation and increasing his options for winter produce the following year. He asked, a bit, about Cody; where he was playing, how his team had done during the season, if he ever thought about doing something else.

Ben was quiet, most of the meal.

Cody wanted to wrap an arm around him, more and more, but they were very much in public and he very much could not, so he just banked the urge away, holding onto it after they finally left, finally went home.

Ben went to put the to-go meal they’d gotten in the fridge and groaned when he opened it. It looked packed full of things, most of them wilted or turning into something else. He just…sighed, and started pulling things out as Qui-Gon went to the living room.

Cody looked between them, prickling over his shoulders, and followed Qui-Gon, after a moment. He said, when the man grabbed a newspaper, “Aren’t we going to help with the cleanup?”

“Hm?” Qui-Gon murmured, looking up at him, eyes so warm and friendly, “oh, no, he likes doing that.”

Cody stared at him for a moment, grip tightening on the door frame, and then turned, and walked back to the kitchen. Ben already had a trash can pulled over. He was just…taking things out and dumping them and Cody opened his mouth to suggest they go get a hotel in town because fuck all of this, when a car roared up outside, engine loud and hungry.

“There’s Anakin now,” Qui-Gon called from the other room.

#

Anakin had gotten even taller since last time Cody saw him, though he was still inches shorter than Qui-Gon. He was wearing a black leather jacket and his hair hung down around his jaw. He smelled like the cold and sweat, grinning wildly when he walked through the door.

He pulled Ben into a huge hug, at least, before shifting to the side and saying, “Here, old man, I told you I’d win it,” and grabbing one of Qui-Gon’s hands to press down--

A wad of money.

“Won what?” Ben asked, standing there, looking between the two of them, a twist of tension cutting through the room. And then, before they could answer, he went on, tone getting tight, “Are you racing again? Qui-Gon, did you gamble on one of his races--”

“Calm down,” Anakin said, with a roll of his eyes, “It’s--”

“It’s dangerous,” Ben snapped, “we talked about this--”

“You worry too much,” Qui-Gon told him, looking through the money he’d been handed. “Anakin is incredibly gifted and--”

“You’re letting a sixteen year old--”

“I’m not a little kid!” Anakin cut in, as Cody edged another step closer to Ben. “And you’re not my mom, Jesus, why can’t you just be proud of me?” Ben made a soft, hurt sound, so quiet Cody thought he was probably the only one to hear it.

“You know he’s an exceptional driver, Ben,” Qui-Gon said, “he’s never lost, and it makes him happy. You should be happy for him.”

“Happy-- What’s going to happen next time the police stop him?” Ben asked, and Qui-Gon waved a hand.

“The universe provides, Ben, if you’d just relax, you’d see that.”

Ben stared at him for a long moment, and then Anakin said, “It doesn’t matter. Let him be jealous--”

“I’m not--”

“--like always. I’ve got some friends coming over. We’re going to get a fire going out back. You’re welcome to come hang out, Cody.”

And he turned and marched off into the kitchen. A moment later, the rear door opened and shut. Cody ground his back teeth together, because he was a guest in this house and-- “I do wish you’d make an effort to get along,” Qui-Gon said, shaking his head, Cody’s fingers curling up against his palm. “And I think you owe him an apology.”

And then he walked away, too, and--

“I’m going to go lie down for a bit,” Ben said, very quiet. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

And he seemed surprised, when he reached his attic room, sat on the mattress, and looked up to find Cody a step away. “What are you doing?” he asked, blinking a few times rapidly, clearing his throat.

“Checking on you,” Cody told him, and crouched down beside the mattress.

Ben curved half his mouth up. “I’m fine,” he said, waving a hand a little. “Just tired. Jetlag. You should go have fun.”

“Hanging out with sixteen year olds isn’t my idea of fun,” Cody said, and Ben snorted, flopping down onto his back and curling on the bare mattress; they hadn’t put the sheets in the dryer yet.

“More fun than I’m going to be if you stick around here,” he said.

“I’m where I want to be.” Cody eased onto the mattress alongside him, putting a hand on his stomach, feeling the tension in his body.

Ben said nothing for a beat, and then rolled towards him, brushing fingertips over Cody’s cheek and back into his hair, murmuring, “Well, I’m sure I can do something for you. Make sure your night is entertaining, then, just--”

“Stop,” Cody rasped, feeling suddenly gutted. Ben had gotten so much better about not just--doing things because he wanted, but-- He caught Ben’s hands when he flinched, trying to find the right words to say and not knowing if he’d succeeded as he blurted, “You don’t have to--do anything, Ben. I just want to be here.”

“You don’t have to--”

“I want to,” he repeated, and Ben winced, again, tugging until Cody let go of him, until he could sit up and turn away, looking at the wall, his shoulders curving in and-- “Let’s go get a hotel,” Cody went on, the idea that hadn’t left his head since the kitchen. “Or--we passed that bed and breakfast. We could stay there.”

He watched some of the tension fall out of Ben’s shoulders, and didn’t like the tone of Ben’s voice when he asked, “Is that what you want?”

A part of him wanted to remind Ben that it shouldn’t matter what he wanted, at least not--as the be all and end all of this conversation, but he didn’t like the way Ben was holding himself, and he didn’t like being in this house and--

He could talk to Ben about the worries in his gut in the morning, when they were further away from all of this. “Yes,” he said, and Ben’s shoulders eased more, even as he nodded.

“Okay,” Ben said, glancing over at him, “we’ll do that, then.”

#

Qui-Gon seemed distracted when they made their goodbyes, Cody keeping a hand on Ben’s back until they were out of the door and over to the car. There was a bonfire, burning out past the greenhouses, laughter and shouting coming from that direction.

Ben stared at it for a moment and then shook his head, climbing into the passenger’s side of the car.

And they left.

[catboydogma]

thank u for the tag @indigostars !! i am NAWT tagging that many ppl so no pressure except for callie tags: @calltomuster ,  @deniigi ,  @bytebun ,  @meerlichtz ,  @petrichordiam ,  @calika ,  @redminibike1 ,  @heathenhouse ,  and @wanderingcrow !

rules: share the last line of your work in progress, then tag as many people as there are words in it (make ur own poast!)

from vide noir:

Vos hopped back off the table when he was done, tossing the half-empty tube of bacta back into the kitchen where it pinged sadly into the sink. “I don’t know jack shit about fuck.”

[notquiteaghost]

@bytebun reblogged your post

#Oh fuckkk #maybe I should get into #blaseball #fanart #Uh. At least I think it’s blaseball

[vibrating a normal amount] hi yes hello this IS blaseball but it is short circuits which is a kind of blaseball we may not ever get again

cuz like. blaseball has seasons, right? in the sports sense. a year of gameplay. except in blaseball seasons only last a week, with monday thru friday being the actual season & saturday being the post-season championship & then sunday is elections. because blaseball does not rest, games start at the top of the hour every hour from monday morning to friday evening

and then also blaseball was developed like. oh there's a word for this i can't think of it. continuously, yknow? features added as time passed. this was also relevant to The Plot but basically, from season one through to season twenty four, stuff just got Added, almost nothing was changed. once we got it we had it unless we the fans took it away again.

so after season twenty four, blaseball is starting again fresh (we are coming out of beta!!), so the devs wanted to experiment with different features before Actually starting again, so: short circuits! little pocket universes that only last two seasons, with various different mechanics. in a meta sense, to get community feedback on said mechanics. in a plot sense, Oh Christ These Blaseball Players Only Live For Two Seasons, because we all got real damn attached to the players from the original universe(s) & the devs didn't want to kill anyone off in '''plot irrelevant''' mechanics testing, so for each circuit we got all-new players.

i did not actually watch any short circuits cuz i didnt have room in my brain for short lived mechanics but. blaseball IS back soon!!!! september at the earliest we do not have A Date yet but. Soon. you will know i will yell

[bytebun]

ok. I understand the v*shwood shipping now. relationship btwn two guys for whom hope is a skill.

[bytebun]

truly how do you writers plot and outline. I sit here like what happens next? Hell if I know. (This is a plea for actual advice if you would be so kind)

[bytebun]

if i move fast enough the emails cannot touch me

[bytebun]

...raxeira is defined as the lines, which appear as shadows on the floor, as the sun enters through the windows. The poetic definition captures a fleeting moment in time, when the sun is entering into a manmade space.

sketch dump

[bytebun]

📒🙏

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

hohoho ok. I feel like I need to give some context for this one.

Basically, I had a long time travel story idea that can be summarized as such:

Cody: supreme chancellor's haunted Alpha-17: what? Cody: [cocking a blaster] supreme chancellor's haunted

(in which Cody, accidental time traveler, immediately attempts to assassinate the nearest Sith Lord.)

My characterization of Cody, who is in many ways an everyman for the clones in a way that Rex very much isn't - is that he's caught somewhere between being a weapon and being a person. And for Cody in particular, he always has to be a commander before he's a brother. So in all these different ways this person of "Cody" doesn't exist without the war, and what the community around him needs from him (his duty), which is great fun when you take him out of it and give him a little shake. And when he realizes that he's never really had a choice in his entire life, that everything he thought he'd chosen was basically not really a choice at all... how does he go on?

The easy choice at those crossroads is to become a weapon - to define yourself by some mission, and lose yourself in its pursuit. (It's almost like religion, in a way - not derogatory but. giving yourself up for something greater, and making your suffering mean something - isn't that what humans want? To believe?) Like crazy murdering a Sith Lord. But of course, Cody on kamino, even half out of his mind with grief and anger, is going to pick his duty to his brothers first before doing a murder - for better or worse.

Ok all of that is the pre-amble. jaslkdfsdlkf.

I thought, ok so Cody is like this on Kamino. Because he's a man defined by what the people around him need him to be. Let's take him even further out of that - what happens if he gets dropped off somewhere else? Where his duty to his brothers is not so immediate, not so present?

AU of my own AU where our dear Commander, in control of himself for the first time since Order-66, wakes up on Tatooine.

And the nearest future-Sith is Anakin Skywalker, age 8.

He ends up with his blaster pointed at this child ensconced in his mother's arms, trembling with fear, helpless. It would be pitiable, if he didn't know exactly what kind of monster the boy would grow up to be.

Commander Cody of the 212th Attack Battalion, under one General Kenobi, had never killed a child. Would never.

Purge trooper CC-2224 never had a choice.

He has one now.

[bytebun]

What's a ship or character you haven't drawn but really want to?

good question - I would have said Qui-gon except I have a very epic qui-gon drawing in the works as of a few days ago! So now... I definitely want to draw something with Quinlan at some point. rowdy teenage Quinlan/Obi-wan shenanigans perhaps or quinlan & aayla!! I just think he's neat.

[bytebun]

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[bytebun]

[wakes up in the middle of the night] the - the clones w adhd… JANGO with adhd……..….. [passes out again]

[bytebun]

Have a private discord where I dump all my stray thoughts for fic. going through it now like 1) I have a lot more ideas than I thought 2) wait, this is a fully written snippet. but which idea does it belong to? (messages above & below have nothing to do with the snippet)