#doomed to always have multiple wips

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤcome get the body that loves youㅤㅤ＼ㅤace, his devil fruit, falling in loveㅤㅤ𖥟

♡ㅤ𓎟𓎟𓎟ㅤㅤ፧ㅤㅤ ͟🀢͟ ͟ ͟  sabo ver (11 jul) ㅤ𓇬ㅤluffy ver (wip) ＼

火拳の၇⃪⃖ꪆ୧ㅤ𝒑. ace x fem! readerㅤ 𓊉 ㅤ~𝟤𝟩𝟢𝟢𝗐𝖼ㅤ───drabble, not beta'd, canon compliant, (un)requited love, yearning, feelings, fuck ton of other stuff to make a girl's sunday feel religious, his dick makes an appearance and probably not in the way you guys want..., crack throughout᭮ ━─⠀ ❤︎ ㅤ2025©vyainide ㅤㅤ︶ིྀᩧㅤ1864lib

vyon's mouthpiece. i got carried away with this... it was meant to be an asl drabble but i realised halfway through sabo's that they're too long for drabbles and no one's gna read em all in one sitting on tumblr so i think i'm going to post them separately

Burning is not new for Ace.

He's always been the skin for a match to find its flame: goosebump flesh, scarred and scuffed, rough around every corner of his body, dry 'round the contact spots that make you shiver when he touches, calloused skin that always cracked from the burn of a sun no one else sees. A catch and brush against his flesh is always pregnant with the scorch.

Before he ate his devil fruit, he was little more than spitting of embers crackling for resuscitation. It was always a low feeling in his stomach, a shift that never quite sat quite right, a hollowness so chronic that it mimicked the heavy of fullness. Ace had always been made for the burn. When the fire came, he remembered his younger life at Foosa in its scarlet, fighting with Sabo and Luffy over meat, over prey, over the blanket they shared, over the miniscule things.

Something about it felt right. Ace was always the hearth of a home for flames— burning was always in his blood.

"You run cold," is the first thing you tell Ace. An observation that everyone's always made, leaking with its tepid surprise. He can tell you're hesitant about making that comment, as if it betrays the notion of careful observation you've been keeping reserved for him.

Ace merely grins, sees himself flicker on the hues of fire on your cheek with the lamps dotted 'round the quiet Moby Dick and agrees, "sure do!"

He realised two days into your sudden stay that you're the pirate from Whitey Bay's crew that Izou was always talking to, had been providing general crew expansion updates for. He recognises your voice, the intonation that betrays your hailing from the east. Izou's doomed Ace though, talked enough about Ace that you've picked up an awful misconception that Ace was going to kill Whitebeard. It's not his fault— Ace considers himself a new man, a phoenix from the ashes of his multiple failed attempts to kill a dying man, but all you see is a squawking chicken running around headless.

Your brows furrow and you don't look fairly impressed. In fact, you are so unamused that it wins over your curiosity and suspicion of Ace, so your next move is to stretch out your foot and continue walking to where you were previously heading before Ace barged into you.

The flare warps, stretches out with the short toss of wind that your body kicks up when it passes him and follows after the shape of you— snaps away from the safety of his chest and then disperses like it'd never been his in the first place. Ace frowns after you, confused at best.

You're still around after that, dotted in between crew members that Ace hasn't quite gotten close to, joking around with the sterner division leaders who are always beating him up in guise of 'training', and scolding Whitebeard on behalf of your own captain. Ace doesn't exactly know why you're there, but it's easy to find you since Whitebeard's crew is namely full of men.

You talk a couple more times after that and Ace knows that you're still testing him, checking to see where his loyalties lie with every passing conversation.

Unfortunately, you don't seem to take to his charm like the Whitebeard pirates have so easily, who saw something endearing about him trying to kill their father— he remembers something about Dadan saying that women are so much better than men at detecting bullshit. That only serves to confuse Ace though, 'cause as far as he's concerned, he's accepted his role as Whitebeard's son.

He makes up his mind to ask you about it after a particularly stern staring contest that gave him indigestion, but you're gone the next day.

"She don't like me much." He stirs the spoon 'round the soup that he's left long enough for it to draw a film over the top. He's only musing to himself, speaking it aloud to see if it makes much sense— Ace thinks that it does, but he ain't too sure why he feels weird about it.

Haruta frowns at his cooling soup, judging him probably. "Why'd you think that?" The twist of his face only deepens when Ace uses his spoon to bring the clump of film up to his lips, eating it without care.

Ace looks at Haruta like he's stupid, the way the twelfth division leader is already looking at him, "did'ya not see the way she was looking at me?"

Haruta kicks Ace under the table, so hard that it rattles his bowl of soup— luckily, Ace manages to stabilise it in time and when he offers some look of betrayal at the man, Haruta's already looking at him weird. "Don't be mean; that's just her face. She's insecure about it."

That's the only thing that Ace really takes away from the conversation, that and the fact that Haruta is a liar; no woman glares like that unless she fully well means to do so. It was intentional.

Ace doesn't see you again until Marco has the scare of his life as Whitebeard has a bad reaction to some new medicine that he's administrated. It's lucky that Marco's devil fruit essentially makes him immortal, otherwise he'd have lost half the years of his own life taking care of Whitebeard's.

The closer of the fleets loiter around their father's ship, even as his stats come back to normal; unfortunately for Ace, Whitey Bay is one of those. That gives you an excuse to linger around odd corners, watching him like he's the reason that Whitebeard had taken his pills with alcohol (like he always does behind Marco's back) and that was— unsurprisingly— a horrible idea.

He's mature enough to ignore it, years with Luffy had nurtured him into the bigger person so he's pretty good at tolerating the weird stuff. That is, of course, until you accost him tucking himself back into his pants after a piss.

He'd like to say he's proficient with his devil fruit now— and not just as an excuse to get out of devil fruit mastery training with Marco— and moments where a sudden jerk or an unexpected scare makes him burst into flames have been scarce and far between, but you get it out of him. Manage to coax out that hypnic jerk, make the fire explode through the pyre laid beneath his chest first before swallowing whole up to his neck and he feels hot, but he knows it's not the fire but the embarrassment.

"What the hell are you doing—!"

"Oh," you blink, pinching off the fried crisps of your bangs, "it's hot."

Ace baulks, he feels like he's talking to Luffy about something that should be common sense. "Of course it's hot! It's fire!" He fumbles with the zipper of his shorts, turning his front away from your view, he remembers Luffy again for some reason— very specifically his stupid face with a finger up his nose— and then a dreadful realisation comes dawning upon him. "Is this the reason why you've been glaring at me?"

You seem almost upset by the accusation, "I haven't been glaring— plus, you're cold."

With his pants no longer at risk of dropping to his ankles, Ace finally spins back around to face you. "What?"

"You're cold, but you're made up of flames." You carefully explain to him— the way that Makino used to talk to him and the brothers when they were younger, "don't you think that there's something wrong with you?"

"I don't want to hear that from a gal who walked in whilst my dick was out!"

"Don't worry, it doesn't look like there was much to see."

He ends up yelling at you— which has been a lot of conclusions to his conversations with Luffy actually so it gives him a strange sense of deja vu, makes him miss Luffy even more. It really ain't the time to think about it though because he's got you by the shoulders, pushing you out of the men's bathroom when Thatch stops at the corner down the hall, blinks, and then just very carefully takes a step backwards and continues away.

Though he's mortified and his pride is irreversibly damaged and some of the division leaders are clapping him on the back and giving him congratulations and unnecessary advice on keeping women happy, you manage to get somewhat closer. You've got a dry kind of humour, a cut–throat habit of speaking before thinking, a childish kind of thought process that Ace can't help but find endearing sometimes. He thinks it's those moments where he can draw out the similarities of your personality and Luffy's or Sabo's; being around you reminds him of the fire.

And not only because your question gave him some kind of identity crisis (because why is he cold when he's literally fire?), but because you stoke the flames. It's the way you want to test whatever unreliable theory you've formed up in your head about his diametric body temperature and his logia; how easy it is for you to sweep your hands over him, part away the flames through your fingers like you're cutting through wisps of his hair to remind yourself it was hot. Then, press your palm against his bicep, curl your fingers around the 'a' of his tattoo and then drag down until you're at 'e', palm prickling with the frostbite as you do.

You're at his side often. The Whitebeards think you guys are in your honeymoon phase. Ace knows that he's merely a lab rat, even when Vista whistles lowly when you intentionally sit close enough to have your arms pressed against Ace's. Bare skin against his tattooed arm, warm and smooth against his cold and prickly, scritching, tickling. Then, like it doesn't matter, you'll touch with your fingers— feel it all out.

"Have you always been cold? I mean, before the devil fruit too?"

You're not shy about these things.

"Yeah. Always." Luffy and Sabo complained when they had to sleep next to him.

Ace ain't the kind of guy to flush and fumble over some light touching either but what you're doing feels light years away from what he's trying to rationalise it to be.

No one's ever been the kind of person to touch like you do— to caress and linger; Luffy was always big on touching, but that's only because he ain't ever learnt any better. He's the kind that smothers, chokes Ace out and leaves him as a heap of grey ash and black smoke. Your touch is the tending kind. Treading carefully, dropping another body onto the pyre, feeding the hollow with blood and flesh, keeping him a weighty full.

The next time you come 'round to the Moby Dick, it only seems natural that Ace feels the fire burn through his flesh, accelerating with a revv and leaving him with the sensation of skidding against carpet. A full body friction burn.

It's an immature thing: when you draw close, it excites the hearth, spitting out specks of broken coal and wisps of flames, threatens to melt all the calcium in him. Then, there's the cold after it, where Ace feels himself ooze back into his own skin, solidify against the cold of his flesh when you're far. The collapse of a star: the rapid energy that swirls into an intoxicating roast, spins itself round 'til it catches smoke, edges frayed and lighting up into bright hues of citrus until it's shot out as flecks of cool greys, goes around, comes around, goes and then comes, goes, then gone.

Haunting him is not the fire. Not the way you brush past him, dig your finger in and scrape your calloused print against the fold of his nape; not the way you don't stop; not the way you continue to walk off, talking to Whitey Bay about your provisions, what you got, what you don't. It's your back when he turns to follow, seeing you getting further away, feeling the warmth of your fingers fade away, fuzzy and carious and thoughtless. It's the cold after that haunts. The thought that comes to him after the frown, the soft, nagging insecurity that leaves him confused.

The day after, Whitey Bay has plans to set sail so Whitebeard makes it an excuse to celebrate, to have a drink.

Pirate parties are always the same kind of chaos.

Ace settles in front of all the food, never strays too far from the feast and lets himself be laughed at when he slumps face–first into his plate. Whenever he glances up to try and find you, you've moved. Weaseled your way into conversations with fleet members of other crews that he assumes you don't get to see often.

You'd started the night out by his side with your usual routine of checking the temperature of his flesh with your hands, assessing him carefully. Appraising his skin without even looking up to glance at him, leaving him with only the view of the top of your head— he wonders if you've got that glare on, the thoughtful one that makes him think you don't like him. He'd fallen asleep wondering that and when he woke up, you were gone. Must've not been too long since you left though, 'cause he can still feel an impression of the burn you left, fingers at the top of his shoulder, curling around to reach his collarbones before you've dragged your hand— fingers, palm, fuck, maybe even the shy of your wrist, all of it, intimate— down the curve of his slumped back.

You ain't come back since.

It's the third time that Ace has fallen asleep mid–chew. It's not as funny as it was the first time but there's still some splattering of laughter, a fuzzy noise over the tankards of beers and glasses of wine. Ace wipes the grease and spit from the corner of his mouth with an arm, yawning loudly to get air to kick start his brain and his bleary eyes wander around the beach of the stray island that they'd docked at.

He's chewing the meat that was already in his mouth when Thatch starts a second round of stir–fried something in front of him, the oil he pours into the fire revvs it alive, kicking and roaring to a metre of a man and a monolith of life until he slams a pan over it. The fire splits and breaks apart, when it parts over the edges of burnt steel, Ace sees you.

Mid–laugh, you are, lips curled back thin and your cheeks full, lava spluttering out of the dimples, warmed from the fire in front of you. A laugh that's so evident with the fire splitting through rakes of leaves and branches. Shoulders stuttering up, down; body shaking; drink sloshing out of your glass with the shake; foot stomping a rhythm against the ground that slaps and twangs loud in his skull— the flames smother, spread out even and he feels his flesh warm just beneath the skin. Your hair bulges with the hues of the campfire that crackles, billowing with the sweet lick of a sunrise dawn, melting into all the strands at the low of your chin. Violent and fond: Ace can see how the fire stirs at your feet, encroaching so carefully as not to alarm. He knows how it works, more intimate with the flames than you, so he can almost know how quickly it'll burn through your lens, taking the world down with it until it's a calm, quiet landscape with only the fact that you won't want to acknowledge.

Whatever he feels though— whatever stands in that clear landscape across from him comes and goes, quick because it's a blink of his eyes and then he's falling asleep again, with that image of the bright, supernova you: haunting.

Like always, you're gone before the fire is smothered; in the cold of your absence, Ace shrinks back into his skin and scratches along the paths that your hands took in its careful observations and studying.

[heartfulselkie]

Out of Context WIPs

Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

Thank you for the tag @bittersweetresilience! I think I did this not too long ago but these are always fun so here I go again!

No pressure tagging @trishacollins @ninadove @coffeebanana and anyone else who would like to do this!

[pebble-pictures]

WIP

That's a Homeric AU, alright! This is what living in my brain looks like. Would you believe I haven't actually listened to Epic yet? Idk why I'm putting I off. Maybe I'm terrified of disappointment.

Anyway! AU notes beneath the cut!

"Rage — Fable, sing the rage of Pthia’s daughter Ruby,

murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses,

hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls,

great fighters’ souls, but made their shards carrion,

feasts for the dogs and birds,

and the will of the heavens was moving toward its end.

Begin, Fable, when the two first broke and clashed,

Diamond lord of men and brilliant Ruby. . . ."

-Rose plays a similar role to Odysseus! The morally grey trickster monarch who just wants to be with her spouse and son in the end. Seen as a coward and a bad friend, but the intentions were good. A brilliant strategist and completely hubristic idiot simultaneously. I give her the Pink Diamond palette whenever she isn't disguised. The Rose palette goes to Nobody!

-Pearl as the Athena-parallel goddess of wisdom, arts, and warfare. The pearls will be the patron gods of their respective Diamond monarchs, but Pearl is the closest to her monarch. She follows her everywhere until something big separates them due to a choice Rose makes, thus aiding Rose's son instead in growing up and his mission to learn more about a heroic mother he never knew.

-Lapis of Sparta and Troy, the demigod prisoner whose face sailed a thousand ships. Kidnapped from her home and loved ones, then blamed for the fallout.

-The rage of Ruby, heir to the throne of Pthia, greatest of the Greeks, and her gentle yet coldly terrifying equestrian companion Sapphire, exiled princess of Omas. Technically the same stone irl, but there's a great status disparity. Their ranks in this AU are swapped, though, to better fit the backstory of our Myrmidon boys!

-Padparadscha, disgraced Trojan princess, whose predictions are always ignored and ridiculed. Until it's too late.

-Jasper of Troy. Captor of Lapis Lazuli. Favorite of the detached Pink Pearl, goddess of beauty and lust. A pawn who thinks she's in control. Always inferior to her eldest sister.

-Hessonite of Troy. Favorite of the vain Yellow Pearl. Goddess of prophecy, archery, medicine, music, plague, the sun, and being an annoying little overachiever. Hess commands Troy's armies. Eldest of the royal children. She was canonically the governor of the Earth colony, so she technically counts for my efforts to make all the Trojans pink court gems under Queen White Diamond. Yelp is the only exception, cause I wasn't making Aubergine or Lonely into Apollo. It fit her too well.

-Steven goes on a journey to learn about and live up to a heroic parent he's never met. Prince of Ithaca. Spends his early life constantly having to fight adults who want to kill him, and having to defend his home and single parent from said adults.

-Greg. "I've never had that many exes show up at once since—" has hundreds fighting for a hand that's technically already taken. Known for his artistic pursuits, like Penelope for her weaving. A lot more clever than he first appears. A damn good dad.

- Amethyst is undecided. Maybe an Ajax? A goofier Diomedes? Absolutely up for suggestions.

-Garnet as the tall, blunt, crazy strong child of Ruby who joins the war in her early years. Neoptolemus/Pyrrhus, who I'm now realizing isn't as universal as the others, so I'm saying it explicitly.

-Aquamarine as the (justifiably) murderous sister of Helen/Lapis, Clytemnestra! Eyeball as the lover who helps her kill her spouse! Freckles and Curls as their brothers, the twins Castor and Pollux! I'm cooking.

And the Lapis twins ESPECIALLY work for the Gemini! One was callous and spiteful, one was kind and followed his brother. However, because a lot of people in those times/place thought you could have multiple fathers per set of twins (or per baby if you ask some of Alexander's contemporaries about him), one twin was a fully immortal demigod. Not full-blooded Spartan royalty. Freckles isn't a pure Lapis, she has pyrite flecks!

And the Gemini later both became water gods! Idk who will fill Orestes' slot. Probably Blue Zircon, since Orestes was the impetus of the founding of the Athenian legal system.

-Yellow Diamond, Queen of Men. Favorite of Blue Pearl, goddess of the seas, storms, earthquakes, and horses. Angry and selfish, hated but feared by her gems. Later murdered by her family. Only using Lapis' kidnapping as an excuse for war and plunder.

-Blue Diamond, queen of Sparta. Also favored by Bloop. Desperate to take Lapis back from Troy. Constantly grieving her rapidly dropping family, but still terrifying.

-White Diamond, queen of Troy. Starts detached, cold, and neglectful. Loses everything, becoming a humbled and grieving old mother and grandmother.

-Gimme ideas for Peridot! Was gonna make her Meneleus, but it'd be weird making her Blue's sister.

-Bismuth = Hephaestus

- Rose Buds = The Fates

- Aubergine = Artemis? Hera? Idk, man, I just REALLY wanna include the Hera/Artemis fistfight.

-Lonely Pearl = Hermes

-Pyrope = Hera, probably, actually. It fits her Vibe. Or Zeus. Or Demantoid as Zeus?

-Navy = Ares. Full stop.

[haykawas]

★⋆. ࿐࿔ jujutsu kaisen masterlist

𝗦 𝗨 𝗚 𝗨 𝗥 𝗨 𝗚 𝗘 𝗧 𝗢

SERIES

5 DAYS – tattoo shop!au, coworkers/friends to lovers. ↳ You have five days to ask your hot tattooed boss out. Better make it count.

MONDAY – TUESDAY – WEDNESDAY – THURSDAY – FRIDAY

STANDALONES

THORNS – hanahaki!au, angst. ↳ You knew you were doomed since he first smiled at you.

9:23AM – husband!suguru, domestic fluff, (nsfw?).

halloween hcs – What he likes to do the most (with you) on halloween. ft. satoru, choso.

THE ART OF (NOT) PULLING YOUR BEST FRIEND – best friend!to lovers, modern AU, best friends gojo & geto, fluff, angst, eventual smut, drama, love confessions, multiple choices standalone. ↳ You've always been good at hiding your feelings for your best friend, but when Satoru finally manages to land a date with the girl of his dreams, something seems to shift inside you. But don't worry, you have another best friend there who's more than willing to care for you.

This is the beginning of the story. What ending will you choose?

𝗦 𝗔 𝗧 𝗢 𝗥 𝗨 𝗚 𝗢 𝗝 𝗢

STANDALONES

halloween hcs – What he likes to do the most (with you) on halloween. ft. suguru, choso.

THE ART OF (NOT) PULLING YOUR BEST FRIEND – best friend!to lovers, modern AU, best friends gojo & geto, fluff, angst, eventual smut, drama, love confessions, multiple choices standalone. ↳ You've always been good at hiding your feelings for your best friend, but when Satoru finally manages to land a date with the girl of his dreams, something seems to shift inside you. But don't worry, you have another best friend there who's more than willing to care for you.

This is the beginning of the story. What ending will you choose?

𝗖 𝗛 𝗢 𝗦 𝗢 𝗞 𝗔 𝗠 𝗢

STANDALONES

halloween hcs – What he likes to do the most (with you) on halloween. ft. suguru, satoru.

you can find my wips here <3

[devondespresso]

Wiggly-Worm Wednesday!! 🧠🪱

speeding through this before Wednesday ends (the deadline is both extremely malleable and entirely self-enforced and also time isn't real)

tagged by the lovely @hbyrde36 thank you!!

Today the worms are Connected they're connecting dots and doing a great job at it!

my non-fic worm is kinda branching off the first 1k i wrote for stwg's fic exchange, which then hopped skipped and jumped over into its own idea and now I'm enjoying my down time imagining the shenanigans of Robin sneaking Steve over post s4, like living in her bedroom hiding in the closet shenanigans cause his parents aren't back and the hospital had to discharge him to help other patients and she can't just leave him home alone that's a recipe for disaster so really she basically had no choice but to sneak him in through her ground-floor window with a duffel bag under her bed and steal a couple of her dads button down shirts because Steve's a dingus and didn't bring any even though any pullover is a pain in the back-and-tricep-roadrash right now.

so of course robins parents find out because stashing away a whole ass adult man in a bedroom for more than a day or so is actually pretty difficult even when he's not gravely injured. in my head they're pretty understanding after they get to cool down a bit, its not like steve was never around before and he'd always been polite, plus even if they still did think stobin were secretly dating, they're clearly not doing anything and the only reason Robin didn't just ask was because she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

And then on the actual wips front i had the brilliant why-didnt-i-think-of-this-sooner idea to pick a wip to work on based on what i was brainworming just for fun, which led me to my actual stobin wip and within like 20 minutes i had a couple epiphanies about the connective themes im exploring like realizing what i was putting together without realizing. (cut because oh god this got long fast)

Its ended up being a lot about gender, the imaginary wall between girls and guys in a friendship sense that feels solid just because you haven't had the proof that its not really there yet, the heteronormativity and amatonormativity driving a wedge between possible friendships. in this fic, robins really apprehensive about forming any kind of connection with steve because she's had the experience of guys only being interested in dating that she has a lot of mistrust around and m/f friendships that start forming (and ofc it ends with post starcourt platonic with a capital P soulmateisms 💕). i also have this little struggle where like if i can name multiple important theme-y words i fear ive got too many going on, so i was afraid this whole loneliness thing I've got for robin was going to conflict with the gender thing but i think ive got it sorted, they're different levels and their connected ideas, robins escape from loneliness means she has to break through her internal gender wall and let it be broken, plus the loneliness is going to be more explicit in the text because robins like fully aware of it while the gender stuff is probably going to stay mostly subtext and be much broader, popping up in steves pov area too and really all around them.

also had no clue how relevant it would be but steve and robin are like perfectly balanced blurred gender lines like steve is a masculine dude comfortable in his masculinity that also has a healthy relationship with his feminine trait, the hair stuff the babysitter/mom friend thing, he's not ashamed of any of it (and actually i had a longer post on Steve's gender balance somewhere in my drafts but we don't have time rn) and then robins like practically the same in her expression of femininity, she's as far as we see comfortably a girl, wears makeup, loved that movie about doomed love, she's got her feminine traits but also likes dabbling in masculine traits, she dresses more masc (tho its still a solid middle ground, comfort is a big focus), she likes ufos and creepy stuff and jokes about spider babies in hair. idk it just felt like they're a matching set as far as gender goes, if they did combine into one being they'd be bigender 100%

anyway uhhh this got long thank you for sticking around fyjdtjdgjdyj

tagging (no pressure and no deadline, im sorry Wednesday is already basically over dyjxjydgj): @momotonescreaming @stellarspecter @dreamwatch @pearynice @withacapitalp

@queenie-ofthe-void @carolperkinsexgirlfriend @writing-kiki @eriquin @eyesofshinigami

(Vague Rules just in case this makes no sense xtjsdjtdyj: it's technically just Wiggly Wednesday and its where you just post your brainworms/fun ideas of the past week/day/whatever. its super loose, i like talking about brainworms for things ill never write and things im currently writing but you can do whatever. no set number of ppl to tag, just have fun!)

@puppy-steve @hairstevington @hotluncheddie @gleek4twd @klausinamarink

@soaringornithopter

[carinelian]

<h1> WRITEBLR INTRO </h1>

this is overdue

man i miss l4d

ANYWAYS! hello writers of tumblr! cari here. i'm a twenty-something that's working on a million shit at once, BUT i am working! been here quite a while but never did figure out how to do this intro post, so in my mind i have written the perfect one. as always, simulation is quite different from the actual product.

three things about me:

i happen to specialize in stream-of-consciousness posting like THAT is my gig idgaf anymore whatever takes off or not I AM DOING THIS FOR THE LONG HAUL

i encounter stuff all the time like there are multiple posts here of my centipede encounters, sometimes big spiders

i love hyping up fellow writers like in a very bro way (you will not understand this now but i promise you will. later.)

three things about my writing

i love slow burn. even better when they got conflict of interest. ESPECIALLY when their motivations are completely at odds with with each other and now all the little things will add up to big things that blow up in everyone's faces. i'm sure this is like, Conflic Writing 101, but the flavor i aspire is like, controlled doom type of shit. i can't exactly verbalize it rn but we;ll get there. probably like a few novels in

i LOVE three-way/four-way relationships. like, you know what happens when someone likes someone who likes another one and another one likes another one? i like relationships in my stories messy

yes, most of my stuff might be relationship-driven, but i'm well-aware that this stems from my desire to connect. yes, i reflected on this. i'm sure in my bones i got the whole, ' i will grow for myself' type of thing going on irl, but i actually wanna explore that in writing too, as i post stuff on tumblr. i wanna try that again. i hope all of you will share this journey with me.

three things about this blog:

what's up with three? instant coffee.

actually everything you need to know about this blog is right here lol

third thing

three of the stuff i wrote/amwriting/willwrite(LOL):

Into the Gallows [COMPLETED, SIXTY CHAPTERS (I CANT TYPE SIX MY NUMBER SIX IS BROKEN)] - was actually gonna give you the short, IMDB pitch version but you know what, YOLO, i'm gonna give u the whole MEAL

It takes a special kind of assassin to fumble a hit over 20 times, but then again, Aster Mortem has always been one of a kind. In fact, he was so special that he got away with multiple attempts of regicide, and instead of being beheaded, he was allowed to rot in the coldest cells of Serberos until he figured out where he went wrong…or when his target had finally died.

It takes a special kind of target to escape assassination over 20 times, but Emperor Dominique Sibylla was no one special – not at all.

One death sentence later, the assassin meets the emperor in his second chance at life… 22 assassination attempts apart. Now, it’s a race against time to see if history will repeat itself, or if Aster can kill the emperor before he is even crowned.

“Into the gallows we go."

Read it all for free: https://tapas.io/series/Into-the-Gallows-/info

2025 COLLEGE CRIME-FIGHTING WIP - at least, accd to my Jan 27 dashboard post:

a new suspense, action and crime series in a modern university setting, featuring sassy creative writing professor, a journalism professor playing detective, students (who are unfortunately caught in this mess), plus an ensemble cast who may, or may not be, the urban legend everyone is looking for

Coming on June/July 2025 on the nearest writing platform!

PERSONAL WIP - personal.

And that's a wrap! I like this cursive so imma write like this but pls follow or whatever i need to Engage(TM)and broaden my horizons and whatever

sending all writers a power-up like BAM be hit by this writing buff LETSGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[reneesbooks]

24 & 28 for the weird writer questions !

(--@space-writes)

thank you <3

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

it really depends? my wips usually start with a vibe or an idea that a character gets involved in, and then a setting around that, and then i just start writing and see what happens. with the raedoran cycle the prep has gotten more detailed and it's been nice to have that structure, but i definitely still go off the rails once i get into the groove of actually writing, so i can never really spend too much time on prep work because i know it will all be ruined by a character slapping me awake at 3 am because fuck the outline, they decided they don't want to be doomed by the narrative

it was fun to think about my prep work process so here's a wip by wip breakdown:

the raedoran cycle: originally was between three and five short scenes that i wrote in college for a creative writing exercise where we looked at paintings and wrote a scene based on it. birdie was in one, arthur and jack in another, and finally emilia and fabin in a third. i remember the paintings so vividly but g-d damn me if i can find them again :( so we were all vibes at first. and then nanowrimo was happening and i started writing out what all three stories together as one intertwined novel would look like, then abandoned it for two years until i took a novel writing class and revived it. most of the prep work happened there and i made a bunch of plot notecards (still my favorite prep method) but that was back when the story was a little less complex

lacuna: started once again with vibes--wanted to give a maura prequel backstory and came up with the character of keelan. and then he grabbed the steering wheel out of my hands.

thieves: planned out diligently. plot notecards, outline, the whole shebang. maybe this is why i've been stalled out in the drafting process for months :(

dragons: i don't know what the plot is yet

the witch: see above note about the cycle as a whole. also more recently all that has gone out the window as birdie snatches the steering wheel from my hands so you know. grain of salt!

hurts, doesn't it? (low sci-fi dystopian drama, shelved atm): i started writing this in eighth grade bc i thought the idea of a paint smuggler who threw knives was cool and wanted an excuse for her to exist. i never prepped anything and it showed lol--i just started writing and once i had a draft i went back and figured out what the hell the story was about.

log date persephone (high sci-fi story told through the transcripts of the audio logs of an astronaut stranded on an unknown planet, looking at getting back into it): got inspired for this by a combination of a book i read for a class and a sandbox video game. no prep no plan just vibes and then editing it until it's presentable for the thesis committee. yes this was my senior honors thesis yes i did pass no i did not ever have anything to tell my advisor when she asked me about my process

sting (sci-fi romance about gays on a boat studying aliens, shelved until i looked at it again this morning and fell back in love with iris): had a dream about aquatic aliens and woke up thinking that was a banger vibe. two nanowrimo plot worksheets later i got sick of prep work and started writing

i don't generally love the prep work process? it's fun to decide where the story is going, but for me the meat of the process is always in the actual writing, and that's honestly where i have my best ideas

28. Who is the most delightful character you've ever written? Why?

this is such a cruel question it's like asking me which of my children i love best so i'm going to cheat and take multiple definitions of delightful

delightful (would want to interact with them on a daily basis in real life): will moore -- hurts, doesn't it?

we stan a jewish king. he's got bad jokes for days and will absolutely let you crash on his couch if you're having a rough go of things. goofball extraordinaire loves his mom and his friends more than himself. he's just a florist!!

delightful (writing about them is very fun): vonnie mallory -- the raedoran cycle

i love vonnie she's such a hot mess. middle aged lesbian allergic to commitment but a big softie deep down. has a drinking problem but still manages to be better at her job than 95% of the men she works with. turns every scene she's in into a sitcom. has been ruining the tonal consistency of the third acts of lacuna and the witch of the west but i don't even mind bc at least she's fun

delightful (pinch their cheeks at the family reunion): iris adenaur -- sting

dumbass lesbian knows so much about biology and aliens and is so smart but cannot comprehend that kiri thinks she's pretty. gets excited about science and will ramble about her research for hours if you let her, sweetest person at the party/the drunk girl that tells everyone she loves them, lets her friends drag her to the gay bar but dreams about her lab the whole time she's there. requested a sample alien corpse to study and got laughed off bc the company that owns them wouldn't give her one and decided right then and there that she would just get a boat and catch one herself, dammit. never mind that they're incredibly dangerous and if she gets stung she'll be dependent on their venom for the rest of her life and also she doesn't know how to operate a boat. none of this can stand in the way of science!!

this got so long but u know what i got weird about it and isn't that the point? thank you again for the ask <3

[eidetictelekinetic]

WIP Wednesday - ASOIAF

Some spoilers for the future of my Echoes Through the Tower verse here, I admit...

From the next chapter of Dance Upon the Air

"I think the best thing to do is for me to meet them all more quietly," Lyrana says when she and Aerea are dressing in the morning. "They'll be on their best behavior with you, for a given value of the term, but not with me." "You said Crispin Celtigar at least already knows you for my closest companion, though," Aerea says. "You don't think they'll expect that?" "Maybe, but this is where being a bastard and being a leftover princess aren't quite the same. Anyone who is the sort to put on an act like that just won't be able to take me seriously enough to keep it up." Aerea isn't certain that makes sense, but she decides that Lyrana would know better than she would, and doesn't try to argue the point. And anyway, Lyrana needs to know them as much as she does, so it's a suitable choice by any measure.

From the next chapter of Build Upon Our Ruins

Elinor doesn't know if Dragonstone always belonged to the Targaryens, a distant possession that they hurried to when Daenys dreamed of the Doom, or if they acquired it from previous owners to have somewhere to relocate to, but Dragonstone is unmistakably old and unmistakably Valyrian. Even the structure itself is… It's said the Valyrians could form stone as they liked, and looking at Dragonstone, its seamless black stone in the shape of multiple dragons, she believes it. And if the Red Keep echoes the culture of Valyria in many of the choices for decoration if not architecture --- because no Westerosi masons had the knowledge for the latter --- everything about Dragonstone is truly Valyrian. Foreign, in a way Elinor has never experienced, and she has known culture shock before. The Reach and the Stormlands share some traits, of course. Perennial warfare with Dorne, Andal heritage, the Faith and its teachings… But they are not the same. It had been a surprise to Elinor when she married Theo, for example, that women having some ability in self-defense was not uncommon in the Stormlands. It came from the Marches and the coastal houses, she was told, because even a highborn lady might find herself needing to fight back against a Dornish raider or a pirate. In the Reach, for the most part, a lord whose women needed to defend themselves would be shamed. Rhaena moves through the halls with the assurance only familiarity can bring, and thinking of her sitting on the throne in the great hall, Elinor imagines that if it wasn't for the recent horrors, her lover would inhabit this castle like a queen, like a dragonlord of old if this were still Valyria. And yes, they are lovers now. Strange, how easy it turns out to be, in this dark castle filled with ghosts. It's not that Elinor didn't half-expect that would be the result, that they would reconcile and come together for true, but… She hadn't expected it to be so simple.

From an unpublished fic focusing on the daughters of House Baratheon, when Rogar Baratheon turned them over to the royal household

Elenei immediately drops into a curtsey, even as she notices the third woman all in red, standing near the door. "And who might you be?" Queen Alysanne asks, blue eyes bright with curiosity. "Lord Rogar named only three girls, but you have the look of his house." "My name is Elenei Storm, Your Grace," Elenei says carefully. Those blue eyes go abruptly from curious to angry, a flash like dragonfire in them. "Lord Rogar sent his bastard?" Oh. Oh no. If that were the case, and bearing in mind that the traditions of the Stormlands may not be true in King's Landing or on the islands of Dragonstone and Driftmark, Elenei realizes she has to quickly sort this misunderstanding out. She must seem like the gravest of insults. "No, Your Grace," she says. "I am not Lord Rogar's child, and I am not a bastard. I -" "You said your name was Storm," the Queen says, raising her eyebrows. "My parents were bastards," Elenei explains. "My father was Lord Rogar's half-brother, and my parents were decently married. They died in the Shivers as well, and since I am older than my trueborn cousins, Lord Rogar sent me along to keep watch over them. My father was captain of his guard, my mother the housekeeper at Storm's End. They were trusted, and Lord Rogar honors me with a chance to prove worthy of the same."

From an unpublished fic focusing on the elder princes and princesses of the next generation

"Your official betrothal will be announced at the feast celebrating the Conqueror's landing," Mother says, and Daenerys smiles her practiced smile, the one that even her own parents can't see through. Cousin Aerea can, but she's almost never at court anymore, and Aemon can, but he's trying just as hard to hide his own true feelings and knows what hers are besides. And Corlys can, of course. But that's part of the trouble, isn't it? "It will please everyone, I'm sure," Aemon says, and he can't quite manage to feign happiness like she can, but Mother takes it as his usual mild shyness. Aemon will be a good king one day, but for the moment he's a boy of not quite sixteen, and still a bit wary when he expects to be the center of attention. Once they're alone, of course, they turn to each other with wild eyes. "I thought we had more time," Nerys says, squeezing her brother's hands. "We could still try talking to them about it, of course, but I don't know that it would work." "They're so determined to see their own story echoed in all of us," Aemon says grimly, and Nerys knows it's true. It's not even just about her and Aemon, truthfully. It's about Baelon and Alyssa, it's about Vaegon and Daella when they're old enough. And it's fine for Baelon and Alyssa because they already know they want it. Nerys doesn't know about Vaegon and Daella, not with them so small yet. But actually, the only person Vaegon seems to like, and the only one who never scares Daella, is Aerea's son and heir, little Cousin Rhaegel who is Mother and Father's ward now. What that will mean if it stays that way when they're older, anyone can guess.

And, last but not least, a clip from the next and final chapter of The Lady of Rivers and Storms! (No, the story's not done, but the fic will be.)

Lysa wakes the morning of their coronation with a dream still clinging to the edges of her mind. That's odd enough in itself; she rarely remembers her dreams anymore. But what she had dreamed… Her children, playing in one of the tide pools along the shore below Storm's End, on one of the clear, quieter days. It's one of the children's favorite things to do, and a time when even Stannis is more relaxed than usual when he comes along. He's never said as much, but she thinks his parents used to take him down to the tide pools, and in spite of their fate on the very beach of Storm's End, the memories must still be more kind than not. It had been only the children this time, though, and in amongst Lysa's dark-haired brood was another girl, older, her hair the same rich red as Lysa's niece Sansa, a little darker than hers or Catelyn's. A girl who had smiled at Lysa with a crooked smile and pale green eyes gleaming with mischief --- Petyr's clever coyness but with a sweet kindness behind it he never had, and a face near-matched to the one Lysa herself saw in the mirror as a girl. The best of both of them, all she had hoped her lost baby might be. Lysa's firstborn had tossed her hair, kissing her siblings' heads before dashing out into the surf. "I'm waiting for all of you, but I want to wait a long time, Mother," she'd called, and then --- Well, now Lysa is awake, blinking at her ceiling and wondering how it can be that she truly does feel comforted, as if the child who never got to live really did visit her, somehow. Feeling as though she can hear her first girl's bright, happy laughter echoing in her ears. Her girl, running into the waters that are all Lysa knows to believe in now. Beyond the sea, beyond the horizon, in the cool depths, that's not so bad an afterlife if she thinks about it.

[hcneygemini]

sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. II

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder, violence, manipulation

What do you even want with [ name ]?

It's been a year.

I'm afraid I couldn't tell you.

Don't take anything anyone asks you to do at face value.

You need to be careful, [ name ].

This is strictly professional.

I was told I would have a visitor today.

May I see your credentials?

But you're not here to discuss times long past, are you?

Memory is all I have.

Is this about the recent string of serial killings?

I was sent to learn from you.

We both have plenty of time.

To receive, you must also give.

I'll tell you about me, if you'll tell me about you.

Do you believe in fate?

You have a brilliant mind.

I studied psychology extensively.

Do you enjoy tormenting people?

I would not torment you.

Whoa, you sound stressed.

You know working into the night won't do you any good.

Shouldn't you be focused on your classes?

You'll be graduating soon.

[ They're / she's / he's ] a master manipulator.

You're realizing something, aren't you?

Multiple people are going missing.

So, [ she's / he's / they're ] escalating. Why?

I don't decide who lives or dies.

I'm not taking interviews.

Maybe we shouldn't talk about this right now.

You're staring.

I needed to stock up while I stay nearby for a few days.

Do you have dogs?

I can't help if I don't have the full picture.

I could give you the recipe for the sauce for the ribs. It really boosts the flavor.

Can't this wait until after dinner?

What's so funny?

I'm not here to discuss my mental state.

I'm afraid I've been too busy to catch up on news.

You're not what I expected.

Did you call only to accuse me of being manipulative?

You think I'm being paranoid.

It was a calculated risk, believe me.

I'm surprised you read the tabloids.

Being kind isn't always manipulation.

You're looking kinda queasy.

You didn't do anything wrong.

We both could be in danger.

Do you fear death?

That's what you want, isn't it? To be in control?

What do you gain by being here?

[ He's / they're / she's ] toying with you.

You're quite feisty.

Was it difficult to slip back into a fantasy? To return to playing a part?

To you, everyone is either a lamb doomed for slaughter or a play thing.

I'm going to get you out of here, okay?

You're tough as nails. You're going to be fine.

I told you not to do this alone.

Don't you think the hospital makes enough money without you buying their mediocre bouquets?

You saved my life.

I think we can be useful to each other.

You'll get a shiny new placard on your door to say that you faced down two serial killers and survived.

We're both haunted. I saw it the first time we met.

I'm not much the artistic type.

Every kill will cling to your mind. You just grow. . . accustomed.

Are you always this vague?

What's in it for you?

'Slaughter' is a strong word.

You're using yourself as bait.

It really claws its way into your brain.

You talk like I'm a burden.

My personal life isn't a story to be told.

I can have you out of here in minutes.

I can let you sink or swim.

You're not capable of that.

I can portray you as mysterious and intimidating or as charming and disarming.

That almost sounded like a compliment.

I haven't been getting much sleep.

Something's wrong here. This doesn't make sense.

You look like hell. What happened back there?

Some might say this is a conflict of interest.

I've been waiting so long.

How would you feel if I said your [ spouse / partner ] would be better off without you?

This is a trap.

What's the fun in that?

I've lived somewhere like this once.

How did you know that?

Your sense of justice has been warped.

It changed you, but you can still come back.

You're to be my masterpiece.

They don't understand me like you do.

I will be the perfect Psyche to your Cupid.

I can make it quick and painless.

Are you any good with stitches?

In this day and age, it's impossible to escape that kind of scrutiny.

I want to be witness to what comes from this.

How would your [ spouse ] feel about you feigning a marriage with someone else?

I can't tell in what way you're being rude, but I know it's rude.

I thought you of all people would be capable of improvising, [ name ].

You don't want to see me improvise, [ name ].

It seems you've been abandoned.

I would suggest keeping yours wits about you.

I let emotion get the better of me.

I can't just let you leave here.

I'm not easy to persuade. Apparently I'm stubborn.

I've never seen you bite your tongue before.

I always wanted to visit Berlin.

It's a lovely morning, isn't it?

Survival isn't what it's all cracked up to be.

[void-botanist]

‼️"what has stayed consistent across all drafts?"

💻"what perspectives do you write in?"

For whichever WIP is on your mind lately

I always have all the wips on my mind to be honest. But I think Nicea is interesting from a multiple draft perspective, given there have been multiple iterations of Spinder and Isabel especially:

Isabel has always been a trans lady, even when I had some weird worldbuilding around that. She's also always been a musician and tended toward being a domme.

Though his exact look has changed Spinder has always been a congenital arm amputee with a facial birthmark. And he's always been a fancy dresser and the mechanic guy.

Rodney's always been the "innocent" sibling, at least compared to Isabel, but he's had the most design changes of anyone. He and Isabel have always been from "somewhere else", except that somewhere else used to be earth/the united states.

Fay and Lou have always had F and L names. I gave them their original names and then renamed them something similar like five times.

Declan always loses Cady, except in past versions Cady was actually dead. Cady and Spinder have always been bros which has always led Spinder to have some kind of weirdly close yet distant relationship with Declan after Cady's death.

Cady has always had red hair and glasses and been obsessed with his bike and also Declan.

Martin has always been there and been tall about it.

Michael and Spinder have always hated each other's guts, and Fabian and Spinder have always had some kind of doomed attraction (and to be honest Fabian and Michael have had almost zero design changes since Old Canon like a decade ago).

As for perspectives, I pretty much write in third person limited, but my POV characters went from being Spinder (Old Canon) -> Spinder, Isabel, and Rodney (Middle Canon) -> Spinder, Isabel, Rodney, Declan, Tristan, and Cady (Nicea/New Canon).

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[gayeddieagenda]

😠🔥⛔️… i feel like this combination of emojis looks like im threatening you. -@try-set-me-on-fire

😠 whats your least favorite part of your writing process?

i write more out of order than anyone has ever written before. i start writing by just filling up a notes app note with thousands of words that jump between paragraphs, random unfinished sentences, half-written dialogue, etc etc etc from every possible part of a fic idea. i like this way of starting a fic - it's fun, it feels low-stakes, and when it works well, i come out of it w/ a LOT of the groundwork for a fic worked out. the difficult part is always the moment when i make the decision to actually commit to Writing The Fic, as a whole cohensive story and not just notes app bullshit. the puzzle of starting to put that mess together into an actual story is often fun, but there is also always a point where i think that i haven't actually written anything at all and im doomed to failure etc etc etc.

also editing. sometimes it feels like true actual torture to get myself to read back what ive written

🔥what’s something that’s currently going really well?

the fic im writing currently is going SHOCKINGLY smoothly. as mentioned above i loveee to write just completely out of order, but im writing this a: kind of mostly in order, and b: im actually finishing most of the scenes that i start! this is all shocking for me! it's also the longest thing i've written in a sec with any expectation of actually finishing it, so, that feels very good :D

⛔️whats something you try to avoid in your work?

this is such an interesting question!! per my friend that i asked for help on this, i try to avoid: writing fic that follows linear time, sex scenes* (until aforementioned friend goads me into it), and writing excessively sad shit. i SHOULD avoid writing anything that mentions a date or a time, bc dropping a date is a guarantee that one paragraph later i will directly and egregiously contradict whatever i said before. my realest answer, though, is that i try to avoid writing anything that means i have to google a medical question that might lead to me seeing a picture of something gross. i HATE seeing pictures of gross things, and that's why i almost never write about actual firefighter calls/injuries <3

(*acknowledging that this is a really funny thing 4 me to say when like 2 of my recent fics and multiple of my current wips include (extremely mild) sex scenes, but i have tried VERY hard to avoid it, bc i do not think im good at writing them. i just keep being cornered into writing them anyway)

fic writer asks!

[onlythebravest]

✨️ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨️

Thank you @disgruntledkittenface for tagging me! These questions things are always so fun to read and answer!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

212 726

3. What fandoms do you write for?

rigt now, 1D and hockey rpf. I've written for harry potter and acotar before though

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

in order; never been a fan of change, but we're still the same, in the pub that we met he's got his arms around you, dream about a summer night, a conversation starter and these arms were made for holding you

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

yes! almost always. for different reasons. as a reader, I always enjoy getting replies to comments I've left. it also motivates me to leave more comments, esp on that author's fics. that's just how I work. and since I like and want that, I assume it's the same for other ppl so I do that to them. it's also bc getting comments sometimes makes my entire day, and it makes me so happy, and I want to let them know that

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

i'm not sure i've written anything with an angsty ending? oh wait, two of my older mini fics do. the loss of a friend and what are we now? both have pretty angsty endings, or at least not happy ones. so i'll go with them.

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

the rest of them? no, but I prefer happy endings so I think almost all of the rest have. all of my top five kudos ones that I mentioned above are the first ones I'd pick, so take your pick among those. but if I were to pick another one... most of the rest are kinda happy throughout the entire fic and then the ending doesn't feel as happy. so to pick one that's not happy throughout, but has a happy ending, I'll go with maybe we're good, maybe we're not.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, i don't. i've gotten some rude comments, but that's as far as it's gotten luckily

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

yes, i've written a little. it's still a bit out of my comfort zone though, esp posting it, but i've written some m/m smut of different variants.

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

no. or well, technically yes, but it's an abandoned wip that i don't like so that's all you're gonna get about it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i'm aware, so i hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

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

nope. I was part of a round robin, but that got abandoned and I vowed never to do it again. group projects are not my thing 😂

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't think I have one. I change favorites so often, so I don't think I can say I've got an all-time fave

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh multiple! I have one that I do doubt I'll ever finish but I still hope I will so so much, so I'm not gonna give up on that one just yet. instead, I have one that's even less likely I'll finish. it's a fantasy one, enemies to lovers (I should've known it was doomed already then, that's not my thing), magic that was based around elements. it's main feature is that it has a "who did this to you?" between two ppl who don't like each other, which is something I love. maybe I'll end up publishing only that scene, it can be read as a stand-alone so it's not that bad of an idea actually

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue, I think. specifically banter, I think I'm pretty good at that. I always manage to write it in at least and have a lot of fun writing it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I write pretty short sentences, making paragraphs sound a bit choppy. I'm also an expert in writing english sentences with swedish grammar, so I feel for my beta that has to correct that shit. esp when the sentence doesn't even make sense in English and it's a guessing game😂

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

if it's important to the plot, then yeah, that could be nice. but it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine when i read dialgoue in swedish and it's obvious that the author has used google translate, it bothers me. i'd rather read it in english with an accompanying "says in swedish" rather than the inaccurate translation. but that's probably bc it's my native language. when it's in languages i don't understand i don't have that issue obviously.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter probably? at least that I posted for, might've written something that I didn't realise was technically for fandom when I was younger

20. Favorite fic you've written?

oh, hm... right now it's probably a tie between does it always end in heartbreak? and maybe we're good, maybe we're not. but that's probably bc those are the latest ones I published. one favorite I always mention is one of the drabbles in the drabble collection snapshots of moments, the one in chapter 11, pretty when you beg

Since this was the first one I saw of these, I'm not sure who has done them, but I'll tag @greenfeelings, @neondiamond, @larrysballetslippers, @lunarheslwt, @sun-lt, @hellolovers13, @zjofierose and @zanniscaramouche. oh and if you see this and want to do this, just say I tagged you because I want to read it!

[hazelmaines]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @conundrumoftime @wyrd-syster @myfavouritelunatic for tagging me! I loved reading your answers :)

How many works do you have on AO3? 15

What's your total AO3 words count? 266,208 

What fandoms do you write for? The Rings of Power; I also have some older HP fics on AO3. 

What are your top five fics by kudos? Just What I Needed (WIP, E, Haladriel Bible Camp AU); The Chain (WIP, M, Haladriel Canonverse AU); Whatever It Is (One-Shot, E, Haladriel Modern AU, Mind the Tags/CWs); The Bargain (WIP, E, Saurondriel Canonverse AU); The Law Is Reason (One-Shot, E, Haladriel A/B/O Lawyers AU)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I try to always respond, but then I often don’t succeed at that. I like to say “thank you” when I can and I love getting comments so it feels nice to say thanks. But if I ever fail to reply to comments please know how much I appreciate them and how happy it makes me that anyone else enjoys what I write! It’s so fun to share. 

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It doesn’t have its ending yet but probably The Bargain. It’s … a weird story that’s headed to weird places. That symbiote snippet I posted a while back? Yeah, that's where The Bargain gets these idiots.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Ooh, I’ll pick a completed one and say The Law Is Reason (Free From Passion).  

Do you get hate on fics? I haven’t yet, but I have been appalled at the disgusting harassment members of my fandom have experienced on AO3 and elsewhere. It’s really sad and gross. The amount of abuse my fellow Haladriel/Saurondriel writers have endured is absolutely abhorrent and wrong.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah, I think most of my fics include smut. I have written an Aronwyn/Haladriel foursome, one of if not the first Bronwyndriel-without-the-guys fics on AO3, multiple rounds of Haladriel virginity loss, random gratuitous smut, and Omegaverse smut. 

Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written? Nope! 

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, but I’ve definitely seen it happen to varying degrees, and it’s another one of those things that makes me shake my fist at the clouds about the internet. 

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Such an honor … although I only wish I could read the translator’s work in their language, which alas, I definitely cannot. But ALSO, I have a fic that's being podficced and I literally cried with joy the first time I listened to the first chapter.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I haven’t! I have done loads of brainstorming and “yes-and”-ing with writing pals though and that’s so fun and creatively rewarding.  

What's your all time favourite ship? It’s fucking Sauron and Galadriel, guys. It just is. I can’t. I wasn’t built to withstand TROP Season 1 without becoming permanently damaged and fully unhinged for this ship of doom. 

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Errrr … yeah, I do, and it annoys me because I want to read the story. It’s a Drarry AU I started probably 12 years ago featuring Amnesia!Harry and Psychiatrist!Draco. 

What are your writing strengths? Feelings. Porn with feelings. Banter.

What are your writing weaknesses? Action. Plot. Really need to figure out how to plot, and then, you know, do it. I prefer to vibe and chill with the characters, which is why I have a bunch of vibes-y one-shots and then some really long WIPs that have some serious question marks left on their outlines.  

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? When it’s incorporated smoothly, it can be really nice, but I don’t do it much, because I am not fluent in any of the languages my characters speak. Parf Edhellen is my bestie.

First fandom you wrote for? Uhhh it may have been some accidental semi-RPF back in the day in a composition book while I was in junior high. First online-published fandom? Harry Potter, like every other millennial of a certain age.  

Favourite fic you've ever written? Whaaaat no, how do I choose? I love them all in different ways. My favorite non-TROP fic: Drarry Forever. It's so cute. I loved writing it and I love reading it. My favorite TROP canon AU: The Chain. It's very much my exercise in "writing what I think TROP should have done instead" and there are parts that always give me chills. My favorite modern AU: Just What I Needed. It's the most personal story I have going and it's so much fun to write!

This was really fun! I think many of my friends have done it already but whoever wants to play...please do! I love hearing friends talk about their writing! <3

[clare-with-no-i]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank youuu @isahorcrux for the tag! it's been so long since I did one of these omigoddddd

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

392k. a bit crazy that the next chapter of theogony will put it over 400k. wauw!!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

publicly? Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. privately? I have an entire folder on my laptop called 'other shit' which is just one-shots for about fifteen different fandoms which I will never publish <3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

god. this is really making me look at my statistics page which I actively try not to do lol. but it's one long day, I will carry you, color theory, foreigner's god, and growing pains. what can I say, the ppl love the they lived AUs!

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

I try to but I'm terrible about it which is a personal failing. I am so sorry. a new strategy that helps with this is that with my WIPs I try to respond right after the next chapter is posted so the person gets a nice lil notif and they have something else to read!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh hmmm. I guess the derelict art of letting go ending was angsty, but the whole thing was angsty. the end was bittersweet. maybe Invictus? ok new problem is I can't remember what I've written

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

foreigner's god! it's always clare why did you write all of that sad stuff into foreigner's god clare why did you write their deaths in such brutal detail clare I made my roommate read this and now she won't stop crying blah blah and it's never hey clare thanks for that nice ending scene where they're just married and lying in bed and vibing!!!!!!!!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yeah I do and I think under viking law I'm legally permitted to fistfight the commenters!!!!!!!!!!!! step up cowards!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

god. lmao. yes I do! not often, though, I'm afraid. I tend to write an extremely narrow niche which is just exorcising trauma through sex and personal intimacy. I have no chill :)

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

no I actually usually dislike crossovers lol. like theogony is a fusion of the outlander premise but I can assure you that James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Frasier will not make an appearance. crossovers stress me out and I like to keep my little fictional words separate, if I can. ok edit: on further review I've concluded that I enjoy premise swaps (these are just AUs lol), but I can't deal with characters from multiple pieces of media interacting. it's too much. stay in your lanes, my god. this isn't super smash bros.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not a whole fic but someone basically copy and pasted a bunch of lines from NAR into their story and then a bunch of drama ensued. it sucked and I don't like looking at NAR because it reminds me of it. I still think about the anon who told me about it, though. they were so lovely and so caring and kind to me. I hope they're doing well.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! both with my permission and without. ha ha.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

babes I can't even finish the stories that I'm writing by myself

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

percabeth or zelink! or any doomed/short-lived/five seconds of screen time couple in a tv show or book. seriously idk why but I always fixate on the less important characters

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

I renounce this question in the name of christ. amen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I exist not with writing strengths or weaknesses but instead a secret third thing (stupidly recognizable style)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

see above

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

I actually have a WIP where James lives in Spain to play quidditch and he speak Spanish in it :) eso me asusta mucho pq no he practicado mi español hace muchos años pero…sea lo que sea

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

percabeth! my ffnet account is still out there somewhere with ~four percabeth stories that are terrible :) just very bad :) no good :) horriblé :)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

theogony or foreigner's god! or suze's bday fic but that's because I have never tailor-made something for someone quite like that fic and she was so sweet about it eye can't deal

tagging my internet wife @thequibblah bestie...knocking at ur door...standing outside with an edible arrangement...

[aspacewar]

I'm like 5 billion years late to WIP whenever but please tell us about "Yikes"!! (and if you've already answered that one then pick one you haven't answered yet)

Ohhhh geez hahaha. Yikes is a WIP that has been fighting me tooth and nail since I started it like… [checks notes] good lord, two whole years ago lmao, I had not realized it had been THAT long.

It is/was meant to be a brief one-shot fic about the day a much younger and still human Jet discovered Calista’s true nature as a vampire while they’re at one of the nightclubs she owns together and he gets bitten. I wanted to really explore how his decision to not just run away that night kind of doomed him as a character and led to everything else that happened during the campaign. Jet is meant to be a somewhat sympathetic character, but I had always wanted to have a few pieces that really showcased how a lot of their misfortune is ultimately self-inflicted, and that they very knowingly made their own situation much worse on multiple occasions when they could’ve chosen not to.

I think part of why this darn thing has been fighting me so hard is because I ended up exploring the concept of Jet dooming himself in another piece down the line; this might be a cop-out but I’m gonna post a snippet from that fic instead because I like it better and also Yikes is a little (a lot) spicier than I remembered when I started trying to find a chunk to post

Calista’s experiment didn’t ruin you. You ruined yourself by reaching for the unholy abomination she killed you with to swallow it whole and become an abomination in your own right. You cannot pin your bloodlust on her or Xenthus. That insatiable hunger — for sustenance; for power; for sex; for money; for drugs; for every and any worldly pleasure you can seize to gorge yourself on — has been there from the very beginning. It hasn’t just been within you, it has defined you. When everything was stripped away as you teetered on the verge between life and death and only the last dying sparks of your soul remained, what lies at the very core of your being was revealed to be nothing more than a mindless, ravenous beast that wanted only to take and consume whatever it could to preserve itself and grow stronger. You were already a hair’s breadth from embodying the perfect vampiric ideal Calista sought to mold you into long before you ever grew fangs.

You chose this, all of this, and have nothing to blame for what you’ve become but yourself.

(This is pulled from a longer, completed fic I’ll link here. This was from the day Jet discovered the truth of their own dhampiric nature.)

[higaneruthyll]

The suspect behind multiple bombings in the city is still at large. Rumour has it that they have slipped into the roster of the Gopher Troupe. Stay tuned to Law, Order, Auschfeuer for more.

FENE

SSR Burst/DMG • Pyro Ranger Troupe position: Mechanic Play: Legend of Kaifeng Birthday: December 12 Join date: After the Fury Fantasyland event Race: Human Hometown: Auschfeuer Alias: Blissful Kalpa-flame

Outfit: Delightful Gearwheel - Compared to magic and runes, what Fene trusts better is a screw of a machine or a gear that transfers momentum.

Weapon: Phantom Fire (Firework cannon) - Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the city.

Skills:

Basic: Scarlet Shelling (DMG) Fene fires a bomb at a target to deal P.DMG. Passive: Hedonist (DMG) Every 5 basic attacks, Fene’s next attack becomes Doom Engravings. Active 1: Flash of Star (DMG) Fene shoots Instant fireworks to a circular area, dealing P.DMG and inflicting 1 stack of Burning. This attack is 30% more likely to critically strike. Active 2: Firework Imprints (DMG) Fene’s gun rapidly fires in an arc in front of her, dealing P.DMG. Each hit will Knock Back the enemy. Ultimate: Start of Feast Fene fires off the firework flare to deal P.DMG to all enemies within a circular area. If the enemy is burning, more DMG is dealt by this attack.

Awaken:

Stage 1: P.DMG Mitigation +5% Stage 2: Bonus P.DMG +5% Stage 3: Flash of Star inflicts Deterrent: High OR Firework Imprints inflict Slow when knock back occurs Stage 4: Restore 6% Ult Energy OR increase ASPD by 50% when skill is cast Stage 5: Increase Start of Feast's damage by 25% OR restore 20% Ult Energy after casting Start of Feast Stage 6: Doom Engravings inflict Burning OR every three attacks the next basic attack becomes Doom Engravings

Recommended Play:

King Fene [5 star] Phantom [4 star]

Recommended Playstyle:

Fene is best used for a team that relies on status effects.

Voicelines:

Greetings (Morning): Yo! Good morning, Director! Let’s make some trouble today! Greetings (Noon): Just in time, Director. I just made something with a bit of a kick. I’m sure you’ll be interested! Greetings (Evening): No, Director, keep the lights on! Oh, the sky’s dark again. Greetings (Midnight): Up so late, Director. Are you… made of machine too? Weekends: So lucky to run into you on the weekend, Director! I was wondering who would test my new machines with me! Long time no see: You really have great timing. I almost threw out all the surprise gadgets I made. Hello at work: Director, you’ve been putting in such long hours! Are you getting sore? Well, the new muscle relaxer is worth it, and it’s 10% off, just for you!

Prepare for combat: Selecting targets one by one is too tedious… Can I carpet bomb them instead? Return from battles: Ahh, that’s a nice set of combat data. Back to airship: Director, can you pick up my toolbox on your way over? Shake: Whew… looks like I gotta rig up an absolute stabiliser for this airship.

Affinity dialogue 1: Let me make some modifications to your seat, Director. I’ll make sure it will satisfy you to a degree beyond your imagination. Affinity dialogue 2: Come around to the idea, Director? Then let’s talk modification ideas! Affinity dialogue 3: Oh, that stuff in a pile over there? Those are my masterpieces. Take your pick. Affinity dialogue 4: I’ve always wanted to take apart and take a look inside Black’s piano. Director, keep watch for me! WIP.

Touch (Head): These are goggles I designed myself. Side note, they come with X-ray vision. Touch (Body): This stunning toolkit is what gets machinists going. Touch (Legs): My socks always get holes in them, but I think that’s kinda cool. Touch (Continuous): Hey, how’re you doing that? Are you using an auto-clicker?

Leisure talk 1: Strange… where’d this extra screw come from? Leisure talk 2: Hmm… what should we take apart… I mean modify today? Leisure talk 3: Are you visiting me because you have a great idea in mind? Leisure talk 4: I wonder if that old geezer Aron is still working on his shabby furnace. Leisure talk 5: The Director isn’t paying attention, I’m going to try out my new creation. (Sound of gears and things breaking) Ahh…

First encounter: Leave all the explosions, dismantling, and modifications to me, for I am the genius machinist! Join team: Do I really need to follow the rules? Face common enemies: These guys won’t even cover the maintenance fees. Face elite enemies: Looks like a worthy target. Face powerful enemies: Let’s make some trouble!

Use skill 1: Burn, everything burns! Use skill 2: Fire-retardant test starts now! Use skill 3: Woohoo! Use skill 4: Witness - Super Kryptonite Flash! Use skill 5: Here comes the fireworks! Use skill 6: Pew - bang! Ultimate: Explosions! Art burns! Victory: Let me make good use of these materials. MVP: I am the genius mechanic, after all. Ally at low HP: Anyone wounded, stay back! Fallen: I should tone it down a bit.

Receive food 1: The structure of it is complex like machinery. It’s beautiful! Receive food 2: I really like things that are convenient to eat. Receive food 3: Director, you really know your way around, thanks. Receive food 4: Thanks, just leave it over there. I’ll eat it when I’m done. Receive gift 1: Wow, what an exquisite structure. Can I take it apart? Can I? Receive gift 2: What’s wrong with a girl liking gifts like these?! Receive gift 3: I really like these sorts of things. Thank you, Director. Receive gift 4: This isn’t really my style… haha.

Lamb Tea Party dialogue:

Fene: Director, wanna come and be my apprentice? Well then, I guess I’m in your hands, Mentor Fene! (+800) Fene: Haha, Director, you are a rare talent! I will make sure you inherit all my masteries! Here, read through these books and I guarantee you’ll become the greatest inventor in the world! Take these… Principles of Dubriostal Energy Technology, Dubriostal and Material Science… Oh, and also Briostal Armament Design Basics and Astrolabe Manufacturing and Crafting! These two are treasures that I got from the Spirit Contractor! Director: Is it too late to drop out…? Fene: Hey, what do you mean by that? Are you looking down on me? Oh well, I’m not a petty person like that anyways. I mean, I don’t approve of the old geezers’ crafts either, heh. With you unbounded spirit… You are meant to be an amazing mechanic!

Fene: Hmm, Director, after close observation by me, the genius mechanic, I’ve found our troupe’s tea party facility to be overly traditional! We have to do some extensive modifications. Since you’re here, we might as well get started immediately! Let me see.., blueprints, raw materials, processing, and assembly… I suppose we better start with the explosives! Wait, what does modifying the room have to do with the explosives? +600 Fene: It has everything to do with it! We have to blow up the old one to make room for the new one! Wait, don’t we have to make the measurements before starting the modifications? +600 Fene: What? Nobody would remember all the complicated rules when attempting to make something new. Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Blueprints will only limit my imagination! Wait, let me run back to the control room first! +800 Fene: Eh? Director, do you not enjoy watching explosions? Or could it be that… you’re a believer in “cool guys don’t look at explosions?” After any Fene: Director, if it weren’t for you, I would’ve forgotten that this is an explosion-restricted zone. Whew… it would’ve given officers from the Veiled Court an excuse to extort me out of a month’s pay, haha!

Fene: Hmm, Director, after close observation by me, the genius mechanic, I’ve found our troupe’s tea party facility to be overly traditional! We have to do some extensive modifications. Since you’re here, we might as well get started immediately! Director, where would you like to begin? “Sirslet!” Jukebox +600 Fene: Director, I’m actually almost finished with the prototype of this thing! However… Hehe, I’m going to have to ask you to get the vocal source from the celebrity herself! Take this with you. It’s a portable recording device that I’ve modified. All you have to do is have her sing through the entire list! Fene pressed the device into your hand…

Personality:

Fene is passionate about disassembling and explosions, always carrying the smell of gunpowder. While she is creative and has made many stage devices for Troupe performances, she often causes a lot of damage - to this, she doesn’t mind, as she sees art as explosion. Most of her daily routine is spent creating noise, and she’s known for fooling around and having fun. Even a small compliment will make her incredibly joyous. Her inventions often cause as many problems as they solve, and she lacks common sense. On the inside, Fene does understand the risks of her experiments and always apologises if they go wrong, fixing any faults. She is genuinely warmhearted and candid, as well as slightly eccentric. She also finds joy in helping others. Even despite her positive traits, Fene is near obsessed with bombs, and she believes that they bring her good luck.

History:

An apprentice of the Zero Heat mechanical workshop under Aron. Aron was disdainful of her. One day, Fene saw how he was with people from Crystalis.

Relationships:

Aron - Mentor and apprentice. Aron is disdainful of her spirit but she trusts him no matter what

Fene's Story:

Fene is working on a new creation for a client - a pair of handcuffs so that her client can be with his quarrelling lover forever until their heart rates are synchronised and very fast, with no brute force able to destroy it. A time bomb is also included so if it isn’t broken in two days, both of them will die. However, an accident causes both her and the Director to be caught in the cuffs. To break it, Fene takes the Director on activities such as a run, watching a horror movie and walking in a desert. She comes to the conclusion that the only way they can break it is by going on a date. WIP.

Chats:

Fene: DIRECTOR!!! Director: FENE!!! Fene: Hehe! I’d like to discuss with you about something. Director: I’m all ears. Fene: About the next tour of Romia and Julian, I’d like to change one of the props. Fene: It’s the gemstone ring Romia gets down on one knee and gives to Julian. Director: What about the gemstone ring? Fene: That ring… is still missing the “bang”! Director: The bang? Fene: Yes! A wild feeling that makes your heart skip a beat! Like a bang! Fene: So, I was thinking perhaps we could replace the gemstone with something unstable… Fene: Something crackling… Director: I can consider it so long as safety is assured. Fene: You are the BEST, Director! Fene: Director, did I ever tell you that you were my kindred spirit? With our combined forces, we can definitely blow everyone away! Fene: Then… I’ll leave the negotiations with Sirslet to you, Director!

Fene: DIRECTOR!!! Director: FENE!!! Fene: I made something exciting this time. I’m sure you’ll like it! Director: Oh? What is it? Fene: It’s an automatic document processor! Fene: Look at its steel frame, gears, and bearing. It’s beautiful! Fene: Everything is perfect. Now, all that’s missing is a test subject. Uh, I mean, I need someone to test it for me! Fene: If you give it a try, Director, and I adjust it a little bit afterward, I’m sure this will become a huge success! Director: Missing a test subject…? I have a bad feeling about this… Fene: Oh, the development and improvement of a new product definitely requires sacrifice… Ahem, I mean, the feedback of the test subjects. Fene: And my product is already perfect now. It is totally a fit for those who pursue efficiency. Once you put this on, if you don’t work, you’ll get beaten up! Fene: Excited to try it, aren’t you? Director, wait for me. I’ll bring it over to you right now! Director: No, wait! Stay away from me!

Fene: DIRECTOR!!! Director: FENE!!! Fene: Are you available today? I'm visiting the business district. Come with me. Director: I'm available, but why are you visiting the business district? Fene: I'm going to Old Mike's Hardware Store and consigning some of my new inventions for sale. Director: You've come up with a new invention already? I bet the previous ones sold well. Fene: Uh… although I think the stock is still pilling up at Old Mike's. Fene: But I believe they will sell as well as you said, Director! Director: … Will Old Mike accept more consignments from you? Fene: Also, just so you know, no one is buying my old inventions, probably because they aren’t useful enough. Fene: This time, though, I’m going to sell my self-propelled fish tank with the feature of a music player. Those fish enthusiasts will be dying to get their hands on one of those! Director: … Fene: Time is of the essence. Let’s head out now!

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