#fanific wip

[reagan-the-saunders]

Just finished (I think), or at least the start of, a little story taking place on Solstheim during the Dragonborn era of Skyrim. I also have a WIP of one of the key scenes. Enjoyeth <3

CW: Nudity, Banter, TES Spoilers.

Vyeshna looks down at her map with confusion, trying to mix her memory of Solstheim the last time she was here with the piece of paper she holds in front of her. “We need to go… general… that way- direction.” She says looking up, shaking her befuddled look off of her face, and she tucks her map into her pocket.

“Should we really be trusting her with our navigation?” Marina whispers to Viper as she trudges behind Vyeshna and the others. “I mean, Maevynn is better with maps and compasses and the like.”

Viper chuckles softly. “You may be right, but Vyeshna knows the land better than any of us. Were we travelling by sea, I’d actually have a reason to trust our good captain with something.” She laughs.

“I heard that.” Maevynn groans and rolls her eyes. “I just hope Val’s holding down the Silver Wing well enough.”

“I am sure he and Teldryn are doing just fine, captain. I thought you would put more trust in a man you decided to marry.” Nerivyne teases, walking slowly and gracefully as she reads Vyeshna’s movement plans telepathically. She chuckles when Maevynn simply grunts in annoyment.

“Hold on.” Vyeshna says, stopping them suddenly.

“What is it?” Marina asks, promptly jogging up to her. She sees it, standing lonely atop an ash hill stands a spriggan, she knows them well, but this one seems… wrong. Its vibrant greens are gone, turned only to browns and oranges, there are no animals flocking to it, and it is not hiding in a tree, awaiting anyone who should wish to harm its land. No, it's almost like it wants to fight something, not a defender but more of an offender. “A… spriggan.” Marina sighs suddenly.

“Not a normal one, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Burnt spriggans are spriggans that have been changed and warped by both Red Mountain’s hot lava and its devastating, corrupted chunks of rock, cursed by the Heart of Lorkhan I destroyed years ago.” Vyeshna sighs sadly. “We’ll have to kill it. We need to get to Fort Frostmoth, and sneaking around it won’t be possible in such a tight area with so many people.” 

“No.” Nerivyne says, walking up next to the two. “I know her kind, and they can be reasoned with.” She explains confidently. “I am not being a fool, Vyeshna, you do not understand this race like I do, corrupted though she may be.” Nerivyne then slowly walks up to the spriggan, and senses her anger and hatred as she approaches her, ready to attack. “I am not your enemy, spirit of the woods. I ask that you calm yourself.” Nerivyne speaks inside of the burnt spriggan’s head in its native tongue.

The spriggan shuffles for a moment, hesitating after hearing its own language after so long. It doubts Nerivyne’s intentions but stays its hand. “What are you?” It thinks.

“I am a nymph, a guardian of Kyne’s green Nirn, not unlike yourself. I fear you have been led astray, and I only wish to aid you.” Nerivyne says in its mind, and in the spriggan language again. She senses the disbelief in the spriggan, and quickly realises why. Nymphs do not typically wear clothes. Nerivyne gently pulls at the shoulders of her robe-like gown, and tugs until it completely falls off her body, leaving her entirely nude, with the gentle curves of her body gracefully outlining her every step, her bright white hair and the flowers she wove into it flowing behind her. “I know you are in pain, your body burning up from the inside out, unable to protect or govern over the wilderness I know you care for so deeply. Let me help you, spirit.” Nerivyne finally closes the gap between her and the spriggan, holding her hands close to her chest.

The spriggan is weary for a moment, pondering whether or not she should choose to believe the possibility of her healing, or to accept the fact that she might never be the same again. Somehow, her wooden facial features soften when she looks at Nerivyne with her burning eyes.

“I have a friend who is a healer, she may be able to aid you. If not, I will not rest until I find a way to return you to Kynareth’s embrace.” Nerivyne says telepathically. She holds her hand out towards the spriggan, showing no fear. 

The spriggan understands, and she quells the fire magic burning in her gnarled hands, and then gently grasps Nerivyne’s as best she can.

Nerivyne smiles gently when she feels the wooden grip of her new friend. “I am not going to hurt you.” She says in the spriggan tongue.

“Nerivyne.” Vyeshna says softly. “I’ll admit, I’m impressed.”

“S- so, wait, wait, wait a moment here.” Maevynn shrieks, shaking her head to try and stop blushing. “You just walked up, and tamed a s- spriggan?” Her eyes go wide and she flails her arms around wildly in disbelief.

The burnt spriggan flares her fires up slightly at being considered “tamed”.

“Easy.” Nerivyne coos and holds her arm out in front of her friend. “It is better to view this spriggan as a person, Maevynn, not an animal. I have promised to help cure her of the volcanic corruption she has fallen victim to, and then will return her to her people.”

“Hm, I did hear rumours that an island off the coast is actually teeming with unharmed spriggans. Maybe she could join them?” Marina says.

Nerivyne hears the words of approval inside the spriggan’s mind, who is currently too shy to speak aloud. “That would be… acceptable.” Nerivyne says for her.

“But how are we going to get it there..?” Maevynn asks.

“Well, captain, I suppose your ship is the only one in the area capable of holding a burnt spriggan.” Nerivyne says with a grin.

“N- now hold on a moment, I did not agree to this.” She squeals.

“No? Well, I suppose if you do not allow her aboard your ship, I will have to tell your husband how flustered and attracted to me you were when I dropped my dress…” Nerivyne sighs. “More is the pity, I suppose.”

Viper laughs when she watches Maevynn’s face go blood red. “Well, Maevynn?”

“Urgh, fine! Fine, she’s… welcome… aboard.” Maevynn hisses, stamping off in the direction they were originally heading.

“Good girl, captain…” Nerivyne says using her nymph charm in Maevynn’s head, just to rub it in a bit more.

“FOR SHOR’S SAKE, NERI, JUST GET DRESSED!” She screams, whipping around, her face now noticeably red and sweaty even from a distance, and it only grows when the group bursts out laughing.

And the WIP drawing <3

I also put small references to other media in here, let me know if you spot them. If you have any questions about my OCs after reading this, shoot me an ask!

[legomonkiemechz]

THIS IS FOR ALL MY 8 AUS I HAVEN'T POSTED / FINSHED , MY YET TO BE MADE AU / FANFICS, MY DRAWIGS THAT STAYED IN MY HEAD, ALL THE WIP ANIMATICS /ANIAMTIONS ALONG WITH STORY BOARDS, MY 6000 OC I NEVER DEVLOPED PAST THE DESGINS AND BASIC LORE, MY TWO CHAPTER FANIFICS I HAVENT TOUCHED AND COSPLAY ROTTING IN THE CORNER

*epic guitar solo*

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter 2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Buddie WIP - Married Buddie Fanific

I wanted to share a little more of my angsty Married Buddie Fanfic.  My goal is to finish it soon because I’m proofreading and editing it now.  Also, I’m working on another fic I want to complete before the mini hiatus begins.

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Chris calls while Buck’s preparing to cook dinner and Eddie puts him on speaker phone so they can both listen.  Chris talks about all the fun things he’s been doing every day since he left L.A. to spend time with his aunt and cousins.  Buck walks over and sits next to Eddie at the kitchen table so they can give their son their undivided attention.

He sounds so happy and Eddie feels like he’s letting both of them down so he starts bouncing his leg up and down, he lowers his eyes and he tries to keep the smile in his voice but Buck immediately notices the way he’s trying to hold back his sobs.  So, Buck lays his hand on Eddie’s thigh and gently rubs it back and forth to comfort him.

They talk to Chris for about 30 minutes and after the call ends, Buck kisses Eddie on the cheek and returns to cooking their dinner while Eddie sits at the table and watches him. He thinks about his husband and his son as he watches the love of his life cook their dinner and he tries his best not to breakdown crying again.

After Buck finishes cooking the salmon and preparing the salad, they eat and once they’ve finished eating, Buck washes the dishes while Eddie goes to get back in bed.

It’s still early and the sun hasn’t finished setting but Buck gets in bed with him and asks, “How are you feeling?”

After a few long seconds of silence Eddie replies, “I don’t know… how to explain it.  I feel like I’m…”  He looks down.  “Like I’m disappointing you and Chris.”

Buck grabs his hand and argues, “No Eddie, no.  You didn’t cause this and you’re not disappointing us! You have to know how much you mean to both of us.  It’s not your fault.  If anything…” He trails off.

Eddie raises his eyebrows and asks, “What?”

Buck bites his lip, lowers his eyes.  “Did I—I mean did I do something to cause this?”

Eddie shakes his head no and then echoes his sentiment. “NO! You couldn’t have babe.  This isn’t your fault either.”

Buck’s eyes fill with tears but he doesn’t look up.  “Eddie…”  He hiccups on a sob.  “I can’t live without you.  How am I supposed to…?”

Eddie caresses Buck’s cheek, looks into his husband’s pretty ocean blue eyes and says, “See… this is why—I didn’t want you to…”  He tries to talk through his own sobs but he can’t finish any sentences.

When Buck sees Eddie cry, he lets his own tears spill over and he doesn’t wipe them away.  Now they’re both crying and holding onto each other. They don’t have to say anything because they already know what the other one wants to say.

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[ravioliwings]

watching bad book review videos is givibg me the strength to read some of my fanific wip notes

[lady-sci-fi]

fanific writer questions 19 & 35

35 Questions for Fanfic Writers

Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

I'd say mostly canon-compliant. I usually like to work within the canon stuff, while adding into it with my pairings and headcanons. For instance, with Classic Doctor Who/Sarah Jane Adventures, Fourth Doctor and Sarah are a couple. I have them separate in "Hand of Fear" like in canon, and not see each other again until post-SJA.

Another example with TNG, Data's canon first attempt at a romantic relationship is with Jenna D'Sora, so I don't have him and Geordi get together until after that.

Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

A background detail for my wip "Deal with a Devil". I don't know if I'll somehow mention this in the story itself, but In the canon timeline, this story takes place soon before "DS9: In the Pale Moonlight."

So I have Data calling Garak for advice for dealing with the devil that is Kivas Fajo for this mission, shortly before Garak has to be the devil for SIsko in order to bring the Romulans into the war on their side.

Something something about parallels and all that :P

[caniusproductions]

Been hella busy with real life these days, so I've decided to go through some old folders that are filled to the brim with equally old art. Really I was just browsing through them in order to find something to post since it's been so long and to prove I'm alive. That is until I came across a WIP that I had started at the beginning of this year depicting Yang holding a Maine Coon Cat. The story behind this is that I have been writing fanfiction on my down time (what little downtime I have these days anyway, it's been slow going with everything going on) just to save my sanity and give me something to do that wasn't related to work or... Work. Yeah that's all I seem to be doing these days. ugh... Anyway, Long story short, the fanific I'm writing is called The Cat Ate My Fries, (it's on AO3 if you're bored/curious) a quirky story of Yang finding cat at a Wendy's restaurant late at night that she named Wendel and the progression of how that led her to meet Blake. Well, Wendel (as if you can't tell already) is a Maine Coon and I initially started this WIP to show how big he would get once fully grown. Then as you can imagine, stuff happened and I ultimately shelved the project until it collected cobwebs and was nearly forgotten until I went folder diving looking for something to post. I'm happy to say that I found the sudden inspiration to pick up my drawing tablet and decided to finish it. :) In record time too which shocked me considering how long it's been since I've sat down and just drew. Needless to say I'm happy with how this turned out. Especially Wendel's squishy looking face even though my cat glared at me every time I mentioned it. I think he was just jealous I wasn't drawing him lol. I'll have to fix that I guess... Maybe tomorrow... I forgotten how good it feels to bring an idea to life. Take care everyone! Hope you all are staying safe and healthy and I'll do my best to post again soon. Cheers!

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Buddie WIP - After 6x15 “Death and Taxes” Speculation Buddie Fanific

I’m sharing a small section of the fic I’m currently working on and my goal is to finish and post it by the end of the week. It’s speculation that begins right after 6x15 “Death and Taxes” through 6x18 “Pay it Forward” and beyond.

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Here’s a snippet of the firefam’s conversation while they sit in the loft and discuss their plans for the weekend.  

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“Ravi, do you have any plans for tonight?”  Hen asks.

“Yeah, one of my roommates is getting married so we’re throwing him a bachelor party in Las Vegas. We plan to get on the road and drive there right after I leave here.”

Bobby replies.  “That’s great and it sounds like fun.  I haven’t been on a road trip in a while.”  Then he turns to Eddie.

“Eddie, do you and Chris have any plans?”

“Yeah, we’re going to El Paso to visit my parents.  My mom keeps asking me about spending time with us but I keep telling her and my dad planes fly in both directions but you know how parents are.”  He shrugs his shoulders.  “I called her after we were dispatched to that live funeral call to tell her life is short and we don’t want to waste time anymore. We’re going to the airport not long after I leave here and we’ll be there for the entire weekend and return to L.A. Sunday evening.”

“That’s great Eddie. You shouldn’t take the relationship with your parents for granted.”  Bobby says.

Chimney’s the next one to chime in.  “A quick weekend getaway. I bet you two will have fun.”  

“I want to see my parents but I also can’t wait to see my abuela.  Ever since she moved back to El Paso, I don’t get to see her as much as I used to.  It was easier when she just lived 20 minutes away.”

“You two should have a blast.” Hen says.  Then she turns to Buck and asks, “What about you Buck?  You’re awfully quiet… do you have any plans for the evening and the weekend?”

Buck starts speaking with a British accent and everyone rolls their eyes.  He wants so desperately to be the Buck everyone expects for him to be so he’s trying his very best to keep them laughing at his antics even though he knows he doesn’t feel it.  Since he got struck by lightning, he feels like such a fraud most days especially when he’s at work because it’s been a long time since he actually felt like himself.

He’s only mentioned the way he’s been feeling to Eddie and he’s going away for the weekend with Chris which means it’ll be another lonely weekend at the loft for him.  He believes Eddie and Chris deserve the time away from L.A. especially since Eddie’s parents are trying to reestablish their relationship with him but if he’s honest, he’s going to miss them.  The relationship he has with his own parents is still strained and he knows they think his sperm donation was ridiculous, so he really hasn’t spoken to them since they left in March. He wants to trust them but he just can’t especially after they emotionally abandoned him while he was growing up and to this day, they still haven’t apologized.

He realizes he’s taking too long to respond when he notices the way everyone is staring at him, so he breaks his silence.  “I don’t have any big plans… I—I’m just going to repair some things around the loft that I’ve been putting off.”  He’s lying and he knows it since he rents instead of owns and all repairs are handled by the apartment complex’s maintenance team.  So, he should admit he doesn’t have anything to do but everyone else does and he doesn’t want to bring down everyone else’s happy mood.

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Tagging: @spotsandsocks and @shortsighted-owl (No pressure tagging).

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[canonicallyobserving911]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON Collide!

Married Buddie - WIP Fanific

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Here’s a snippet of the Married Buddie Fanfic I’m currently working on.  It’s angsty and they’re both going to go through it until the end.

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Now that Eddie’s plan is in motion and everything is set for tomorrow, he goes into the kitchen to cook dinner.  About 20 minutes before Buck makes it home, Eddie’s cellphone rings and it’s Bobby. He asks if everything is ok and Eddie explains he’s not feeling well and he wants to spend tomorrow resting. Bobby approves his day off and his tone resonates with concern but Eddie doesn’t allow it to hinder his plan.

Buck walks into the house and immediately heads towards the kitchen.  After he walks in, he sees his husband’s back is turned, so he walks up to him, hugs Eddie from behind and whispers “I love you” into his ear.

“I love you too. Now go get changed so we can eat.” He looks over his shoulder and smiles at Buck and hopes it reaches his eyes because he’s trying to act as normal as possible.  The look on Buck’s face lets him know he’s not successful because it’s clear Buck can tell something is off.  So, Eddie drops the utensils he’s using to make the salad and he leans in and kisses Buck until they’re both breathless.

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It’s 10 sentences but that’s only 3 more than 7.

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No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks, @shortsighted-owl