#ffn is circling the drain but it could well continue doing so for months to years before finally dying

[wingedcatgirl]

http://fanfiction.net/ <- The site in OP's screenshot. Wayback indicates that it was like this on the 17th but not on the 16th. A very recent development.

https://fanfiction.net/ <- ... okay a second ago it redirected to https://www.fanfiction.net/ (we're currently on desktop) but now we're just getting "An error occurred during a connection to fanfiction.net." Why this.

https://www.fanfiction.net/ and https://m.fanfiction.net/ are still operating exactly as expected. http:// redirects to https:// in both cases.

Overall, the fact that FFN has somehow lost control of part of their own domain is clearly a bad sign, but bad in a very confusing way.

Download anything you don't already have access to elsewhere. It is not obvious where this is going.

Looks like fanfiction.net is gone. Probably should have backed up the fic I had there. Woops. Too late now.

[pixelatedfarmhouse]

WIP Stardew AU

So, I’m in the middle of transferring all my word docs to google drive, as I lost access to MS Word after reinstalling my OS to fix a network issue. My regular Sambastian series is all good and safe (and my last chapter of STTA is done!), but I’ve also been moving my revisions/bonus scraps/other side projects, and I found this AU I’d been working on that I thought I could share a snippet of here.

My main jam when I’m not writing gay Stardew boys is writing paranormal creatures trying to live mundane, human lives, and after watching What We Do in the Shadows (an excellent film), I was inspired to write this au fic of Abby, Seb, and Sam trying to room together as different supernaturals. Obviously, it’s also a Sam/Sebastian love story.

I’m not currently planning on finishing/publishing this to ao3/ffn, but if it’s something anyone would actually be interested in reading more of, please let me know. I’d honestly be more likely to make an effort to finish it if I knew there was some actual interest in it.

I think that’s enough rambling, so please enjoy the one rough, but completed chapter I have under the cut!

The sound of a bottle hitting tiled floor wakes Sebastian up. He’s dressed and out of bed in seconds, sneaking towards the kitchen in the pitch black darkness of his tiny apartment. Turning on a light will give away that he’s home and besides, it’s not like he needs it – he has excellent night vision.

There’s definitely someone sitting in his kitchen, and Sebastian arms himself with the first object in reach – a frying pan.

“Hey, Seb,” the figure greets him, before he can creep any closer.

The kitchen is illuminated by a sudden burst of blue light, and Sebastian hisses, shielding his face with the frying pan.

“Nice weapon,” the voice continues. “What does a vampire need a frying pan for, anyways?”

He lowers the pan, and the blue glow lighting up his kitchen has dimmed considerably. Sebastian blinks, letting his eyes adjust, then frowns as he realizes who the purple-haired figure sitting at his kitchen table is.

“Get out.”

The woman pouts at him. “Don’t you remember me, Sebby?”

He does remember her, actually. They’d been… friends? Almost sixty years ago. Not particularly close friends – they’d mostly just had class together, but Abigail was pretty much the only kid who seemed to tolerate him. The last time he’d seen her (well, up until recently) she’d been twenty, and in town to visit her family on spring break. Fifty years passed, and then, four months ago, he’d run into her again, looking like she hadn’t aged a day since. Literally.

The purple hair was new, though.

“I know you do,” Abigail continues, because he’s yet to answer her. “You looked away as soon as we made eye contact. Obviously you were trying to avoid me – which is pretty hurtful, by the way, because I was super stoked to run into you again.”

“Really?” Sebastian asks. “Because most people tend to start running in the other direction once they figure out what I am.”

Abigail rolls her eyes. “Please, don’t go all Twilight on me; I think I might actually throw up.”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot people love vampires. That’s why my family hasn’t spoken to me in years, right? Because they’re so proud of me.”

“Boohoo,” Abigail says, looking entirely unsympathetic, “mine are all dead.” She shrugs. “The life of being immortal, right?”

Sebastian sighs, and joins her at the kitchen table. “So are you going to tell me how the hell you achieved immortality? Obviously you’re not a vampire, since you entered without permission.”

“Well, at least you’re observant enough to pick up on that.” Abigail smirks at him. “Seriously? You’re not even going to question why your kitchen is glowing blue? You’re not at all concerned about that? I mean, I guess when you’re a seventy year old vampire you’ve seen some shit, but still…”

He frowns, first studying the glowing balls of blue light that are illuminating his kitchen, then the runes running up Abigail’s bare arms. “You’re a witch?” he guesses.

Abigail nods enthusiastically. “I took a few college courses on witchcraft… which led to me dropping out of college to start practicing witchcraft. I’m self-taught,” she boasts, smiling at him. There’s a pause, and then she continues, “This is nice, isn’t it? Catching up together? What about you, Sebby, what’s it like being a vampire?”

“How’d you even figure out I was a vampire?” Sebastian asks, ignoring her question. “There’s no way you could have guessed that from the five seconds of eye contact we made.”

“I might have done a little sleuthing,” Abigail admits.

“You mean stalking. You’ve been stalking me,” he clarifies. “What the fuck, Abby?”

She furrows her brow. “Look, it wasn’t hard to figure out something was up. I recognized you, you recognized me, and neither of us look like the seventy year olds we’re supposed to be. So, I did a little research. Followed you around for a while, to make sure I was right. Realized that you’re probably as lonely as I am, and I thought hey, maybe I should reach out.” She leans back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re a pretty hard guy to get a hold of, so things got a little illegal there. I’m not here to cause trouble, okay? I just wanted to talk.”

“Yeah, you must be pretty lonely if you went through all that trouble just to talk,” Sebastian agrees, the corners of his mouth turning up into a tiny smirk.

“Shut up, idiot; I’m bored of being by myself for all eternity,” Abigail says, absently kicking at one of the table legs. “Let’s be friends again – we could room together! I’ve got this nice little cottage outside of town, very remote.”

“No thanks.”

Abigail raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because your apartment is a shithole.”

“Wow, that definitely changes my mind, thanks. Is this how you talked to all your friends? I’m not surprised I’m your only one.”

“Fuck off,” she says, grinning at him. “You don’t even try. I’m pretty sure being an asshole is your full time job… do you have a job, by the way? If you’re moving in to my place you bet your ass I’m gonna charge you rent.”

“I program,” he replies. “Gotta keep up with the times, you know?”

“Right, I can see that,” Abigail agrees. “Is that why you’re dressed like you just bought out a Hot Topic, or is it because you can’t see your reflection?”

“Have you seen what you’re wearing?” Sebastian fires back. “What’s your excuse?”

Abigail gives him a glare, and then looks down at her dress – lacy black, with a purple corset. “What? I look cute as fuck in this. Unlike you. Your eye makeup is smudged, by the way.”

“I just woke up,” he argues, “because somebody broke into my house.”

“You sleep fully clothed?”

“No, I just didn’t think fighting an intruder butt-fucking-naked was a good plan.”

Abigail shrugs. “I don’t know, I feel like that would give you the element of surprise. Who’d expect to stumble in on an angry, naked vampire? It’d probably confuse them long enough for you to go in for the kill.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind the next time you show up.”

“Well, it’s actually the last time I’ll be showing up, because you’re moving in with me,” Abigail replies. “I was serious about that offer; this place is a dump, and I’m lonely as fuck. Dealing with your grumpy ass for the rest of eternity is better than having no one at all.”

Sebastian hesitates. “I’m not interested in a... romantic thing. If that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Sebby,” Abigail says, looking amused, “I followed you around for four months… I’ve noticed that you prefer men. Also? You’re not my type. Gross.”

He relaxes, relieved to hear that she’s not interested in anything more than friendship. “So, theoretically, if I were to move in, how would that work?” Sebastian asks, pulling at the drawstrings on his hoodie. “I’d need to be close enough to civilization that I could still feed.”

“I’m out in cottage country, sort of? You know the Stardew Valley area? It’s not as big as the city, but it’s a popular vacation area. Lots of tourists in the summer, and a reasonable amount in the winter. I don’t know how much blood you need to feed, exactly, but I imagine it’d be easier to drain a few people with the help of magic.”

“So you’re cool with maiming and the occasional killing?” Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, what are friends for?” Abigail grins. “Good friends will lie about a body, but best friends will help you exsanguinate and bury it, right?” She leans forward, propping her arms on the table. “Anyways, I’ll let you have the basement. It’s pretty big, actually; lots of room for you to sulk around and do your dark bidding. No windows, either, so you don’t have to be cooped up in your coffin all day.”

Sebastian scowls. “I don’t sleep in a fucking coffin.”

“We’ll find you one anyways,” Abigail promises. “It’ll fit in nicely with your aesthetic.”

Sebastian sighs, glancing over at the time on the stove. It’s seven in the evening – has Abigail eaten yet? Should he offer her something? He feels like he should, even if she did break and enter. “Do you want something to eat? I think it’s pretty clear you’re not going to leave me alone for the rest of the night... or the rest of eternity.”

“Oh, do you have food here?” Abigail perks up. “I thought about poking through your fridge while I was waiting, but I didn’t want to disappoint myself if it was full of blood jars, or whatever you keep.”

“Well yes, I generally like to feed my food before they feed me… and I keep it in bottles, thanks, that’s way classier.”

“Really? Because that’s frat boy aesthetic. I keep my blood samples in jam jars.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What do you need blood samples for? You entertain a lot of vampires or something?” Sebastian smirks. “Or do you like to draw little blood circles around your luigi board while you chant?”

“It’s called an ouija board. And there’s no chanting involved, dumbass.”

“Right,” Sebastian says, as he stands up to rummage through his fridge. “Your quiche board. Got it.”

“Idiot,” Abigail mutters, though it sounds oddly affectionate. “Hey, wash that frying pan before you use it – I don’t know where it’s been, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what you do with that.”