#deadheaddaisy

[curator-on-ao3]

fic author q&a

I was tagged by @deadheaddaisy for a fun and great fic author game. Thank you for tagging me, @deadheaddaisy! ❤️ As happy as I am to be tagged, the thing is, y’all, I’ve done that particular game a few times already and, even though it’s a great game, I was in the mood for something different. So, I’ve made new questions — and answered them — and I’ve tagged some folks in case they want to answer them, too.

1. Why do you write fanfic?

Life can be stressful, and writing fanfic can be like a little vacation. It’s not my life, anymore, it’s the characters’ lives.

2. Which of your posted stories do you think about the most, even though the story is “finished”?

I think about Malleable and Unmalleable Orders (Mirror Pikeone, E) probably because it’s so different from what I usually write. I also think about The Light Before Dawn (Pikeuna, M) because, even though it would have bogged down the story, I do think they eventually get married and the details of all that sometimes cycle through my brain.

3. If you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

Enjoy this time of not really knowing fic conventions or expectations.

4. What’s your relationship to fic stats?

I try to avoid them. I love every kudos and comment and bookmark and subscription. But I don’t go looking for the numbers unless I have to.

5. Is there a pairing or scenario or friendship you miss writing? If so, why? If not, why not?

I miss writing Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris. I had a lot of fun with that pairing for a while.

6. What motivates you to write?

If I don’t write the stories down, they get stuck in my brain. So I guess setting them free (in good ways) is my motivation.

7. Why do you write for the fandom(s) that you write for?

I really do believe in the ideals of Star Trek — IDIC and peaceful coexistence and all that stuff. Even though I often write for the spin-off series, not the original Star Trek, creating stories in that universe lets me be part of it, even in a small way. Also, as a bonus, I do think Trek readers are great about comments, kudos, etc., and that helps a lot.

8. If you’re stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

I might work on something else or take a break. The problem will rotisserie in my head and probably work itself out if I don’t push it too hard.

9. What do you wish people knew about comments?

That any nice comment is welcome and appreciated and, if the person doesn’t want a reply to their comment, they can just say so and it’s easy enough for the author to honor their wishes.

10. Maybe there’s a question you wish had been on here. What’s that question (and answer)?

How about, “Do you read public AO3 bookmark notes on your stories?” Yes. Because of bookmarks like these on The Autobiography of Kirsten Clancy (Gen, T):

Tagging with no pressure: @deadheaddaisy, @iamstartraveller776, @fiadorable, @sun-lit-roses, @coffee-in-that-nebula, @grissomesque, @enterprise-come-in, @starrybouquet, @lorcaswhisky, @marymoss1971, @emilie786, @cnrothtrek, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @pc-corner, @divinemissem13, @meddow, @missparker, @jazzfic, @the-lady-general, and you. If my tag anxiety got the best of me and I didn’t put your name here, please consider yourself tagged. ❤️

[tinknevertalks]

"Trick or treat!"

Oooooooh, hello! Another trick or treater! I will admit, this was written more because I knew I couldn't do Atlantis characters justice, and because Rick/Evy is just 100% goals. I hope you enjoy this drabble, set some time soonish after the end of The Mummy, but long before they're super established. So super new!Rick/Evy.

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“Americans are odd creatures,” Evy announced, as she and Rick exited the cinema. Dozens of people flowed around them, but all she saw was him. “Why on Earth would a mummy arise from the dead for secret treasure? It doesn't make any sense at all.”

“Honey, not everyone's been chased by a mummy raised from the dead.” Rick stopped, and turned back to face her. “What?”

She smiled. “Honey? That's a new one.”

He blushed. “Yeah, well… You are��� If that’s… if that's fine with you.”

Linking her arm with his, she nodded happily. “Yes, honey will do quite fine.”

[the-haiku-bot]

(Nobody says all

of that is written well, but

that’s beside the point.)

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Women can write m/m. Men can write f/f. Asexuals can write filthy smut. Lesbians and gay men can write m/f. It's all arbitrary anyway. Who give a shit.

[themurdochmemesteries]

Ten people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @marshmallow--shark Thanks for the tag!

Last song: Intro/Chamber The Cartridge by Rise Against

Favourite colour: Orange!

Last book: A Brief History of Intelligence by Max Bennett

Last movie: That Christmas (it was kinda weird and we didn't finish it)

Last show: Jentry Chau vs. the Underworld

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I don't have much of a sweet tooth anymore, but I used to. Savoury!

Relationship status: Happily single

Last thing I googled: "quality" synonym

Current obsession: Star Trek: Enterprise. This is my fallback obsession. Close behind is Jentry Chau as a very recent one.

Looking forward to: Seeing a concert and a musical next year!

Tagging: @ionamalachite @peculiarreality @thetachapel02 @deadheaddaisy @papercranesong @talshiargirlfriend @glitter-and-metal @dragons-in-spaceee @pearlypairings @strze-lec

[curator-on-ao3]

@deadheaddaisy was kind enough to tag me in a writing questions game. The thread was getting a bit long, so I’ve started a new one. Thank you for tagging me, @deadheaddaisy! ❤️

1. What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

Evidently, Teen And Up Audiences at 73 — a surprise to me. Then General Audiences at 34, Mature at 17, and Explicit at 15. Frankly, I’m amazed. Author, know thyself? Apparently not.

2. What are your top three fandoms?

Star Trek: Voyager (73), Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (41), and Star Trek: Picard (27). At least no surprises there.

3. What is the top character you write about?

Kathryn Janeway at 67 stories. I know there’s some untagged Janeway stuff in there, too. (Looking back, I somewhat regret my bundling of stories and lack of tagging on Voyager Writing Game Prompts.)

4. What are your top 3 pairings?

Yeah, so like I said before, I don’t even know myself because these numbers are a surprise to me:

Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike (27)

Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway (21)

Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris (21)

Pikeuna • Pikeone in top place isn’t a surprise. But J/C and J/P tied? Whaaaat?

5. What are your top 3 additional tags?

Love (22)

Post-Episode: s07e25 Endgame (Star Trek: Voyager) (21)

Established Relationship (14)

That makes sense. Also, the next two additional tags are Prompt Fic (13) and Kindness (also 13), which I think is nice.

6. Does any of this surprise you?

I’m gobsmacked. Truly. I thought I had written more E and less J/C. I also evidently have 11 stories tagged fluff and I had no idea I had written that much fluff.

7. Favourite tag you've used?

For Some Flowers Bloom in Winter, a T-rated, very TOS-style Pikeone one-shot, I gotta admit I love the tag: Phil Boyce just wants people to be sensible and he is sorely disappointed.

Honestly, I’d love to tag you all but my brain is full. Please, if you’re reading this and want to play, consider yourself tagged! ❤️

[papercranesong]

last line challenge

Thanks for the tag @unmaskedcardinal and @deadheaddaisy really fun reading what everyone is up to 😁

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

So the last line l wrote in my current Enterprise WIP is sort of like a script jotting before I go back and write it properly -

Malcolm: “I dreamt I was on a boat.”

Trip: “And that's bad?”

Malcolm: “For me it is.”

(Okay so more like a last segment...)

Tagging: @saintzenni @bookq36artemis @themurdochmemesteries

@scatterbrainedcapybara @glitter-and-metal @queenspock @tuvok-enjoyer @ladyeverstark @hederigerenthag and basically anyone who wants to!, no pressure though.

[curator-on-ao3]

Oh my goodness, @deadheaddaisy, I’m crying happy tears to learn this. Thank you, thank you! I am deeply honored for any of my stories to be your comfort read. ❤️

people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

[lostyesterday]

gtkm questions, tagged by @mithrandirl!

Last song: Hollon – GloRilla (just listened to it for the first time)

Favorite color: Always a funny question for me since I’m completely colorblind, but I’ve always liked the vibe of dark blue.

Currently watching: Star Trek Enterprise season 2 (I am watching sooo slowly)

Last movie: All About Eve (I’ve been watching lots of Hollywood classics for the first time recently. I liked the women in this one, especially Margo <3)

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory I guess? I’m somewhat sensitive to food being either too sweet or too spicy.

Relationship status: Single and happy with that

Current obsessions: Mostly Voyager, as has been the case for the last year at least. Also the rest of Star Trek secondarily. I tried to think of a non-Star Trek related obsession and was unsuccessful.

Last thing I googled: star trek discovery episodes (I wanted to check an episode title I couldn’t remember)

Tagging: @tea-earl-grey, @npdclaraoswald, @deadheaddaisy

[talshiargirlfriend]

Alright, you know what to do. Tag 5!

Thanks @flippyspoon

Tagging: @deadheaddaisy @thursdayinspace @killjoyfabulous @themurdochmemesteries @hjea

(and as ever feel free to pretend my forgetful ass tagged you if you want to play!)

What 3 tracks come up on your shuffle?

1. Hozier - Too Sweet

2. Poppy - Girls in Bikinis

3. Chappell Roan - Coffee

What’s the last video in your YouTube history?

Bare Necessities sing along [lmao thanks son]

last one from me is Weird Al’s “Tacky” video - might Al it up for Halloween 😅

The last thing you texted somebody:

It [a neighbourhood cat] wandered out from behind the plant across the street when I got home

The last emoji you used:

🥺 (on behalf of another cat … 🐈‍⬛)

[more-better-words]

Thanks to @deadheaddaisy (as usual 😆) for the brain tingle.

Look away if you are offended by weapons-grade fluff.

“And who is this one from?” Karveth asked. He had appointed himself Accountant of the Wedding Gifts, and appeared to be enjoying the unwrapping and sorting, though he had not hidden his disappointment at the lack of bladed weaponry among the presents. Rosa Nguyen and Commanders Reed and Sato had come through for him on that front, at least.

“Angela,” Monica said, reading the card. “Oh, it's a book.” She ripped the wrapping paper, looked at the cover, and squealed with delight. “Oh my God, how cute!”

Karveth peered dubiously at her, distrusting any gift that might be deemed ‘cute'. She extended the open book towards him, and he took it, head tilted, gazing at its contents.

It was an art book, each page a different image of the same human woman in a variety of poses and activities. She had a cheerful face and curly hair that was only slightly lighter in shade than Monica's. But the real attraction was her lush, curvaceous figure, only barely covered by clothing or any other concealment in any given picture. He flipped through the pages, and realized he liked what he was seeing quite a lot.

Monica smiled at his intrigued expression and intent antennae. “Her name's Hilda,” she said. “She's not a real person – she’s a pinup. It's an art style from the early 20th century. A lot of pinup art could be really objectifying and kind of awful, but Hilda's just… having a good time. Angela's always said she reminds her of me.”

“I can see that,” he said, arrested by a particular image of Hilda wearing a sort of red thermal jumpsuit, unbuttoned to her navel, framing the fullness of her breasts. He looked up at Monica. “Not merely the physical resemblance, though. You're right - she's having a good time. Like you do.” She smiled, her cheeks growing pink, and he turned the page. There Hilda lay sleeping on a blanket, a carefully positioned book and strands of flowers across her breasts and hips her only adornment. “Though I feel this is also illuminating something about myself I had not previously considered.”

“What’s that?”

“I appear to have a type.”

Her blush brightened. “Like your pinkskin girls with a little shape to them?” she teased.

He smiled at her, his pinkskin girl with plenty of shape. “Very, very much.” Setting aside the book, he reached for her, pulling her into his lap. She yelped with happy surprise, and settled her cheek against his shoulder.

“So you’re saying this was a good present for both of us?”

He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the way her soft curves fitted against him. “An excellent present,” he agreed.

[curator-on-ao3]

Thank you for tagging me, @deadheaddaisy! ❤️

We good. We real good.

Tagging anyone who wants to play! 🥳

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

[marointhemoon]

strong like glass

John’s going to be okay. Looking at Rodney, Elizabeth isn’t sure he can say the same. To be fair, neither can she.

Written for @deadheaddaisy. This work is also available on AO3.

Length: 300 words

As far as Elizabeth is concerned, Carson’s voice didn’t shake when he said he could hear John’s pulse, nor when he said it was growing stronger. The doctor was trying to focus. If pretending not to notice him on the verge of a breakdown was the same as not distracting him, so be it.

No matter what he, she, or anyone else thought three minutes ago, John’s going to be okay.

Watching Rodney as he leaves the room, Elizabeth isn't sure he can say the same of himself. As she rises, neither can she.

She finds him near her makeshift office, pacing.

He stares at her, incredulous and welling up, as if coming to find him isn't a matter of course.

“You okay?” she asks, her voice thin.

He could say something snarky. Something arrogant. Something to diffuse the tension. “Never better,” he manages, before letting out an equally watery chuckle of his own.

She bites her lip, takes a glance up and down the hall. He does the same. No one's coming.

As they look at each other again, Rodney breaks first.

She could say something about taking him down a peg. Something about how for all his condescension, he's crying too. Something to distract from how disconcerting that is. As she sees his head tip down, hears an apology under his breath:

Oh, absolutely not.

Elizabeth walks over and wraps her arms around him. He returns the tight hug, burying the lower half of his face to muffle a sob. Her face squishes into warm fabric that quickly gets stained with her own tears. They sag into each other, the tension of the last hour easing.

No one’s going to die today—John’s not going to die today—and that’s enough. Going back to normal is tomorrow’s problem.

[deadheaddaisy]

Lookie lookie, it's Encouraging Malcolm training Hoshi on phase pistols and reassuring her all the way.

[mirabilefuturum]

I got tagged by both @deadheaddaisy (you spooked me alright) and @glitter-and-metal so here we go.

Quiz here, picrew here.

Tagging, which might overlap with previous tags: @rotten-flesh-n-bones @lastlymatt @queenspock @cyanocitta-cristata-bromia @shehungthemoon <3

[curator-on-ao3]

Tag Game: First 10 Lines Challenge

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Thank you so much for tagging me, @deadheaddaisy! ❤️

1. The fabric over her cage is supposed to be soundproof, but Number One burrowed a hole years ago, a toothpick plucked from the open-mouthed snoring of her then-owner and maneuvered to separate tightly knit threads just enough to be able to hear what’s going on. Toothpick returned, the owner none the wiser, Number One could better anticipate when she might be hit or pushed into or sold.

Malleable and Unmalleable Orders, Mirror Pikeone, E

2. The kitchen in their quarters is tiny, a prep island that serves as the main source of counter space hemmed in by the food storage unit and oven. Perhaps, if appliance doors could fully open without almost scraping the island, the whole thing might be charmingly cozy.

Or if the kitchen was for two people instead of the four pilots who live in the shared cabin, just one room with upper and lower bunks built into the bulkheads.

Something Sweet, Pikeuna, G

3. “Vulcan ship approaching to port. Not science or exploration, probably a passenger vessel.” Erica calls out the alert, fingers quick on the piloting console that once was Una’s. “This is weird.”

This Time: A Love Story, Pikeuna, E

4. The wall to my quarters opens. 

Not the door. 

The wall. 

99 Pegasi, Pikeuna, T

5. “It’s like shrinking,” Gloria says, and Phil could crawl inside a magician’s coffin, bang his fists on the interior lid (not to be confused with the secret divider that allows the magician’s assistants to appear to be one person to allow the trick to work) because Gloria is right.

Grief is like shrinking.

Real Estate, Gloria Delgado-Pritchett/Phil Dunphy, Modern Family, T

6. Her knees collapse, a crouch not a fall, her eyes searching for the source of the weapon. She’s highly trained, but his sniper position is almost invisible — the small, high window of a skinny tower on the periphery of the bazaar. 

Disarmed, Mirror Pikeuna, E, the start of what I wrote after prompt text began the story

7. “Do you think Paris has changed much?” Will’s gaze seems to follow the automatic watering vehicles that fly along the straight lines of vines that extend outward from Château Picard. The soil is spongy under Una’s boots, sauntering steps alongside Will, slants of afternoon sunlight, rainbows shimmering in moisture the watering vehicles apply to grape leaves, the dog Number One keeping pace with the two humanoids.

The animal’s species is a dog, right?

One to Make Us Whole, Number One | Una Chin-Riley & Number One | Will Riker & Number One | Jean Luc Picard’s Dog, friendship, G

8. “Try it like this.” Chris’ arm slides alongside Una’s, delicate fingers that slow her shake of seasoning into the simmering sauce. There’s a soft press of his chest to her shoulder blades, ballet-like movements of culinary reverence that help her faster reflexes find calm.

A Little Love, Here and There, Pikeuna, T, a “drabble pyramid” of a ficlet each at 100, 200, 300, 400, and 500 words exactly; with five separate first lines I chose the opening I like best

9. Chris left that part out of the official report: the fantasies. 

Not Starfleet’s business.

Not anyone’s business.

Not even his business.

It’s cruel to plumb someone’s thoughts, to share their secrets and watch for a reaction — a reaction Number One barely gave; irritation, if that, not the red-cheeked humiliation he would have felt if that had been done to him. So it’s right to ban travel to Talos IV. No one should ever have to endure that sort of mental pillage ever again.

Nope, never again.

Ever.

Except … ahem.

Fantasies? About him? From the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen?

Truth is a Fantasy, Pikeuna • Pikeone, T

10. “This was amazing, Mom.” Chris settles back in his chair, pancake crumbs and a streak of leftover egg on his plate, the sun bright through the kitchen windows. “Thanks.”

Youthful Exuberance (Some Kind of Love), Pikeuna, E

Pattern analysis: These mostly begin with action or a scene-setting description or both. Descriptions are so the story start can convey that the setting is unusual and therefore relevant to the action about to unfold. Half are quotes and the other half are narrative. My dream is that all of them make a reader want to know more and therefore keep reading. 🫶

No pressure tags: @pc-corner, @divinemissem13, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @emilie786, @grissomesque, @fiadorable, @lorcaswhisky, @enterprise-come-in, @marymoss1971, @starrybouquet, @sun-lit-roses, and the many people I’m forgetting because I love to be tagged but get tag anxiety when tagging others. If you want to play, please consider yourself tagged! 🥳

[papercranesong]

WPI ask game - I would like to know more about the allotment fic, please. I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before.

Hey! No I hadn’t thought about it either until chatting about AUs with @saintzenni gave me some inspiration 😁

Basically I got my allotment last year - I’d always wanted one but had never been in any place long enough to put my name down. I love how you get given this little patch of land and you have the freedom to plan out how you want it to look, what you choose to grow, how you go about doing that - it’s a real reflection on your personality. Also the relationships with fellow allotment neighbours and how your actions affect the other plots, the low-key community going on and tensions within.

So I’m imagining the crew of Enterprise all have an allotment or interact with the allotments in some way. e.g Malcolm has an allotment (but keeps himself to himself, private, grows everything very neat and ordered), then a few plots over is Phlox who is growing lots of exotic plants and also weed and other medicinal herbs like an apothecary garden. Travis and Hoshi also have plots, Archer walks along the plots each day with Porthos saying hi to people, T’Pol is the site manager so comes round to check people aren’t breaking site rules and keeping an eye on things.

Trip is the new guy who gets a plot next to Malcolm and starts annoying Malcolm by growing things that sprawl into his plot or wildflowers that take root in Malcolm’s plot and kill off Malcolm’s veg, fires that smoke everywhere etc. Also Trip is good at building and fixing stuff so he goes to lend a hand with other people’s allotments / fixing trellises or other structures etc.

There is an allotment pavilion where Travis has been putting on the odd social event but never really got things going - so maybe he and Trip start screening films with a projector and generally having more social stuff.

There’s disasters that befall the plot where everyone has to work together e.g lots of storms / deluges of water which flood the allotments, an out of control bonfire or heatwave and no water…

Gradually Malcolm and Trip go from enemies to friends with likely a lot of rain and sheltering in each other’s sheds with a hot brew.

So that’s the concept! Just need to write the fic now 🤣 Thanks a lot for the ask @deadheaddaisy