#fic title song meme

[pixelatedquarter]

Spiritual successor to The Cryptophasic Reconsideration Of Life Choices

[little-cereal-draws]

Have a shitty meme based off my new fivan fic, Heaven is Not Fit to House a Love Like Ours! It tells the story of how fivan got together

[revvethasmythh]

can we get “oh, my heart is longing to be close to yours again” from the wip meme?

Incredible ability to suss out the one widobrave fic that was on that list 😂 And a chunky snippet because because I don't believe in short excerpts:

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“I have to be honest,” Yeza said, getting the cute furrow in his brow he always did when he was about to say something truthful and a little bit embarrassing. “I hate big parties like this, Veth. I’m much happier at home with Luc than I would be out there. But you’ve got the whole gang in town and that doesn’t happen very often. So go. I want you to. Have enough fun for all three of us, okay?”

Veth was the one sighing now, like she had a thousand times in the past year since the two of them had started to settle back into married life. It was a little rough at times, she wasn’t going to lie. Two years apart and the whole mess of nasty shit that had happened since they’d been separated was kind of a lot to work through. Or, it would be if they’d actually taken the time to work through it, instead of spending all their time fawning over Luc. Not that Veth regretted any of that. Kiddo deserved all the fawning he could get. But they really hadn’t talked much since everything had happened, not really, not about the big things. But it was better not to pick at scabs, right? They’d never heal right if you just kept doing that.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll light up the dance floor for you, baby.”

He smiled, with an edge of relief that the decision had finally been made. “Can’t wait to hear the recap from Jester tomorrow.” “She’ll talk your ear off all morning long.”

His smile turned brittle and just a little bit of fear entered his eyes. “Okay, maybe I can wait.”

Veth smiled and gave him a hug, squeezing tight, breathing in that familiar scent of chemicals and powder and something kind of acidic that she couldn’t name but always made her think of him. He was a good hugger, and he held her back like she was something delicate, treasured, precious. No one else had ever held her quite like that.

They were still mid-hug when a knock sounded at the door, three sharp, precise raps on the wood that were as distinctive and recognizable to her as Yeza’s scent. She felt a sudden burst of excitement as she pulled away from Yeza’s embrace, followed by an immediate rush of guilt at how excited she was. She ignored that, though. She was getting pretty good at that. After all, her guilt had basically become a third person in their marriage at this point, and the last thing she wanted to do was have to look at it.

“Nice of him to knock, at least,” Yeza said good-naturedly. He knew it was Caleb, too, but only because if it had been anybody else at their door, they would have just walked right in like they lived there. Fjord had walked in on them one time in a…compromising position, and ever since he made Jester go in first. Veth had, of course, commissioned Jester to draw a dramatic re-imagining of the moment, and boy had she delivered. Veth had it hung in the entryway and for about a week Fjord flatly refused to so much as enter her home. She thought it was worth it, though.

[naivesilver]

Please can I also have number 56 and Pinocchio (in any capacity) 💖

See I WAS intent on making this a specific puppet child. However when I saw the song choice...let's just say it spoke to me, so now this post is about every Pinocchio. And each of them. And none at all.

Spotify wrapped game: send me a number from 1-100 with a ship or character for a moodboard based on the song it corresponds to

56.Memories of Mother, Bear McCreary ft. Eivor

[charmac]

helllooooo i am absolutely obsessed with your macden sugar daddy fic. i’m not kidding when i say it has become a household name for me (in the dms with my poor, dear friend who does not even watch sunny. i have, and will continue to, bombard her with messages such as: “the macdennis fic i’ve been creaming over hasn’t been updated i’m in shambles” and thankfully you did update after that).

i went through your tumblr for a bit and saw in one of your responses you mentioned feeling a lack of encouragement to write when it feels like no one is actively requesting so i suppose this is my formal request. i am quite literally so emotionally invested in this fic. this is my high class literature (as a lit major). this is my magnum opus and i’m talking about the experience of READING it, not trying to imply this work is in any way mine.

i have sooo much i’d like to say about it but i get so scatterbrained when i think about it. i read the entire thing in one sitting and was in agony when i finished. then you updated on christmas and i read the entire thing AGAIN and i keep going back to that most recent chapter where (spoilers ig!) mac calls dennis daddy because it simply /felt right/. because he felt /safe/? oh i’m on the floor and begging for mercy. you’re brilliant. this story is brilliant. i’m a mess.

if you ever feel like people might not be interested: listen to me when i say your writing has permanently altered the chemistry of my dna and has conditioned me to check ao3 every single day with bated breath HOPING there’s an update. i love it. that’s an understatement. i LOVE IT.

i would also like to clarify that if you ever run into issues with writer’s block or even simply losing the excitement over this specific story, pls don’t feel obligated to write something you don’t want to. it’s your life!! i saw your 2023 update post and it seems like a fucking fantastic one at that, so live it to the fullest and do what you want!!

i think you’re neat. i think your writing is what leads good men to ruin (like me. i’m supposed to be reading jane eyre rn and all i can think of is your fic) /pos. truly my favorite source of sunny content across all your sunny social media.

question that i do apologize for asking if you’ve answered: the title is a fall out boy reference, right? big fan of that band. if it is, can i ask for details on the inspo?

thank u for your service solider o7

p.s. this was so needlessly long so sorry for bothering lmfaoooo but i had to say this somewhere and i think my friend is tired of hearing about the fanfic on a ship for a show she doesn’t even watch

First off, thank you so much for this, and second off don’t apologise for writing too much to me after you’ve seen the word count I spew out at random. I really appreciate your words, and I’ll tell you I’ve been in so many similar positions where I’ve been obsessed with a fic and had no one in it to relate to and have just ended up spamming a close friend instead, so to hear that’s done about my fic is really, really cool.

About prior asks, etc. I think I get down on myself a little, when I say I don’t get why people are reading or what they like and it’s hard to find motivation, it’s really just kinda my own internal struggle with all of that. (Also, I keep answering those when I'm drunk, my bad.) I get what I’m doing and what I’m writing, but I wanna make sure the audience does too. But you’re reading my words, so you must, even if you can’t (or just, don’t want to) sit down and go line-by-line of a 23k word chapter and tell me what’s going on.

Cause, I couldn’t sit down and write a full detailed list of every new episode of Sunny like that. Like, I just straight up couldn’t when they dropped. My reviews were like ‘5 stars, keysmash’ So I think there is something to be said about people really liking something, really wanting more, but maybe not having the words to vocalise or not having the time to vocalise why that is.

About wait times, updates, etc.. It is mainly about motivation, and like you’ve said I would never put out something just to put it out if it’s not reflective of what I want it to be (and know it can be). I mean, I’m not on a real deadline and I’m not getting paid, I'm writing this first and foremost for myself, so why would I rush it? Sometimes I can write thousands of words in a day, if the spark hits, but sometimes it can take months to fully form when it’s just me in my head and I still have to do shit in my daily life. And maybe I could do something to speed up that process, but I think my best work forms this way. But it does make updates painfully slow for you guys, and I apologise, cos I get that sucks.

Though, it is also spurred by external motivation: people pointing specific things out, telling me why they like something or what they see under the surface here, that stuff actually gets the gears in my head turning, back in focus. The ‘waiting for an update’ ‘pls write more’ isn’t motivation, it’s demand. (And understanding there is demand is definitely a motivator, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not a spark, it’s a push.) So the balance there is sometimes hard to match, I understand there is demand (though after Ch 7 or 8 whatever it was I genuinely thought maybe there wasn’t), and I appreciate being told that, but it can only go insofar as I have the motivation to bounce off of it. Sometimes, that’s literally just my own issue and no one can help me. You (not you, specifically, anon) just gotta trust an update will come... and if you fall out of care for Sunny in the meantime, oh well. Know I won't, lmfao.

About the Title, well, no one actually has asked me... I don't think (maybe 'cause it seems obvious?). I guess the answer is.. kind of? It is a lyric pulled from the Fall Out Boy song, but, well, a meme says it best:

The inspo is kinda what's written on the tin, wanted a title that makes it clear what it is. Don't read too much into the baseball metaphor though, it might hurt you a little in the spoilers department, if you think we're just purely having fun here...

Thanks for the ask, really really appreciate it, and knowing people like you are reading and enjoying my fic is awesome :)

[friendshipgun]

Eeeyyy

1 & 27

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

i think dbz? it's definitely the first fandom i ever posted fanfic for. (very BAD fanfic; i was like 13 lmao.)

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

oh writing summaries BY A MILE. it's why i just don't do it & post excerpts instead lol. i had to provide a summary last month for a fic i'm writing for a big bang, and i think that was the first actual summary i've written in years.

[tunastime]

🐝 sorrryyyyy but for realsies:

but now i'm backing out the corner, don't you think that i'm a runner?

Title: but now I'm backing out the corner, don't you think that I'm a runner?

Summary: Gem isn't very good at waiting. It's not like she doesn't want to be--she does, and she'll happily sit on her hands while she complains about lag and loading and sitting on her hands and waiting. And she was doing that just fine in the lobby of Decked Out, itching to step foot into the dungeon, to jump, right as the next person finished dying. Maybe some would call her impatient. Maybe some would ask her if she had something to prove. Some might speculate that she had an ego to boost, or were trying to win the favor of a certain Dungeon Master. But none of that would be true.

Gem's the first person to notice when Pearl drops in to check the scores. She'll take her spot in line as soon as she says her hellos.

She has someone to impress.

(fake fic ask meme)

[charaznablescanontoyota]

i did mean hinamizaw-al time loop but yeah. give me and riley both the ♫ for 90s time loop let's go.

CRACKS MY KNUCKLES A SECOND TIME LETS GO. this is just gonna be "stuff i listen to while writing that longform 90s au shokal thing i havent published yet but certain people have read" lmao

burning down the house (cover) - paramore

hold tight, wait 'til the party's over hold tight, we're in for nasty weather

shimmy shimmy quarter turn - hellogoodbye

gotta get it back to a back up plan to find you start acceleration take it back to square one

real world (cover) - state champs

straight up, what did you hope to learn about here? if i was someone else, would this all fall apart?

s f d d - stacked like pancakes

when I'm at the top, i am found but my hands are still bound i think we're living on a tape getting rewound don't want to give up but i'm hitting a brick wall and now i'm waiting for the fall

hurry hurry - air traffic controller

a year goes by, you wonder why not much is done you blew right past your precious time with everyone you've run too much in parallel now hurry hurry is your hell

[autistic-katara]

imagining ur blorbo while listening to ur favourite song is what i imagine heroin or sex feels like

[stars-inthe-sky]

For the fic asks meme!

For your TWW fic: 5.

For any/all of your Natasha MCU/fics: 10 & 11

5. What's a piece of lore you haven't shown in your fic or don't think you'll be able to add in?

I specifically thanked @scullyseviltwin for helping me kill my darlings in the author's notes for The Seconds Before I Jumped, and I went back to the email thread from nine years ago to answer this question correctly. The thing I remembered cutting was the opening verse and chorus of "You Better You Bet," a song by the Who that I was debating using for the story's title. But the massive chunk of lyrics was distracting and added nothing.

The main actual thing that didn't make it into the final fic was more of a formal resolution to the Donna/Josh thread; apparently the line that she (100% rightly) made me cut was a tag at the very end: "About eight months later, Josh takes credit for the whole thing, and Donna elbows him in the stomach." It's probably accurate in the little universe of the fic, but I couldn't make a scene work at all around that single sentence. And, as a good beta should, @scullyseviltwin helped me realize that the fic didn't need it—it's about C.J. and Danny.

10. What is your favourite au? Have you written anything for it?

I don't have a favorite AU premise, because what a writer does with the premise matters so much more than whether it's a coffeeshop or a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

For my own work, though, it's probably the post-apocalyptic setting, since I covered that in Momentum Building and tell me where your strength lies ages well before I ever thought to write anything Marvel-related. how to get back there fits right into that category, to answer your question—though very loosely inspired by Terminator: Salvation, it's not a fusion (Every Part a Flame is, albeit of the original Terminator movie), and it's from Natasha's POV.

All that said, Making Your Way is still probably my favorite proper MCU AU I've written, although it's a bar/pub setting and not remotely related to the end of the world.

11. Is there anything important in your fic you think readers have missed/overlooked?

I'm struggling to think of an answer! Just about everything I've written that wasn't a short prompt-a-thon response was beta-read (typically by the brilliant @angstyteenagesam and/or @redrackham87), in part to make sure things worked the way I meant them to.

The stuff that probably get missed/overlooked in most of my stories is probably the same obscure research items everyone ends up with that don't really matter but that, for the author, must be exactly correct (e.g., when seatbelts were invented relative to the events of Every Part a Flame, since they bounce around—accurately—in a Jeep).

Alternatively, I also have a habit, as I'm sure many others do, of seeding my own little in-jokes with myself into fics. The bit about junior CEA staffers in the West Wing fic, for instance, and just about every location in that story are pulled from my own D.C. years.* Kaliningrad and Szeged (from shapeshift and trick) were places of significance relative to a summer program I did in Hungary in high school, and the Glenn Miller namedrop in that fic was for Rose Tyler.

There are also several instances across several fics of Natasha wearing my clothes, or preferring my coffee order at the time!

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

For the questions for fic writers, #37?

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

*kicks down the door*

That would be Wishing Well, a Cap Kink Meme prompt fill about kissing lessons and unresolved/unfulfilled love. The original fill had four chapters with the fourth chapter being a coda centered on Tony Stark during the events of Iron Man 2, but when I was editing to post to AO3 and elsewhere, I removed the fourth chapter and replaced it with an 8tracks playlist that I still think is the very best fic mix I ever made. I didn't want closure for this fic. I wanted this fic to steep in tragedy with nowhere to go.

Back then, I had a thought about the cathartic nature of Korean occupation/war/post-war movies and now I also think about relationships that are doomed by the circumstances so you take what you can get. I like to think that fics like this one are the best kind for me because they're such tight little stories that you can infuse with whatever you want to put in the story. I'd like to write more fics like this one in the future because I like stomping on my feelings.

Play ask games, win ask prizes!

[lbhslefttiddie]

✨️🌈

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

ummmmmmm perhaps S-289? i mean i never expected it to get much attention bc often enough people really into xianxia simply aren't interested in scifi (and its even less likely to have many people interested in both svsss and hi3rd specifically), it was made wholly for the person it was gifted to. but at the same time, i had some really coolass ideas for that idea, and im actually quite pleased with how i finagled sv characters into that setting :] also i did costume designs which i always love :]

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

i fucking STRUGGLED with My Teeth, Baring Into Your Throat--i was really into the initial premise and outline i made, i was wildly delighted by the idea of using sy's unreliable narration to created a plot twist, the shame he feels about his state relative to humanity accidentally became a metaphor for his internalized homophobia, it was all neat!

long story short, though, there were a whooole bunch of complications working on that project that ended up draining a lot of the enthusiasm out of if for me, and for some reason it made it physically difficult to finish writing??? even though i knew the start and the middle and the end, and the themes and whatnot, it was excruciating actually executing it, and nothing i wrote quite satisfied me, though obviously i DID finish it eventually, which i think was very responsible of me because i could have just. not done that.

[jkrockin]

Title Game: Man Supposes

For the send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it meme: this one's gotta be Terror fic, I think, what with the themes of colonialism and the inevitability of death. Maybe a more exploration-focused narrative about those themes, focusing on my good friend Francis Crozier's experiences with doomed expeditions. Or something where one or more gods specifically chooses to fuck up his shit?

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

tonight on ‘song lyrics that fuck me up, especially when applied to certain characters’

I’m drunk on your voice, high on the moment I’d fall for you twice, if that’s what you wanted

[hmsharmony]

I was tagged in a first-lines-of-fic meme by my darling @moonatoms.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten however many people you like. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

Tagging: @lissomelle (no this is not an attempt to get your juices flowing because you were brainstorming Shadow & Bone fic what are you taking about), @hondagirll, @seek--rest, @abc2411, and anyone else because it’s 1 am and my brain is no longer working.

1. someone out there who can bring me back to you (Spider-Man (MCU) Peter/MJ Adam Project AU)

“MJ, are you sure about this?”

MJ gestures to be quiet as she and Ned make their way through the silent facility. Ned’s already hacked into the system to shut off the security cameras and alarms, but the last thing they need is to alert any guards. She tightens her grip on her backpack.

2. scars are souvenirs we never lose (Spider-Man (MCU) Peter/MJ, Michelle-centric post-NWH fic)

Michelle is pretty sure she spent the first few hours of Saturday hanging out on Liberty Island with her best friend and a wizard.

Yes, she knows how that sounds. No, she doesn’t know why they were there. It gets particularly confusing when she remembers there was some kind of showdown between Spider-Man and a lizard and a sand storm, and maybe a guy on a hoverboard? Anyway, the point is, she and Ned spent their night hanging out at what she’s pretty sure is now a crime scene, and she has no idea how they ended up there.

3. Speak Aloud What Until Now I've Only Sung (Austin & Ally, Austin/Ally through the years)

They are 18 and prom is just around the corner. He wants to ask her to what is supposed to be the greatest night of their high school lives, but he takes just a bit too long working up the nerve, and when he finally approaches her and tries to nonchalantly suggest that they go together she already has a date.

With Dallas.

Of course.

Fate would decide to screw with him like that.

4. Make a Move (‘Cause I’m Ready) Austin & Ally, Austin/Ally post-Mix-Ups & Mistletoe

Early on the day after Christmas, Trish barges into Sonic Boom and demands, "So are you going to tell me about that almost kiss under the mistletoe or what?"

Ally is still exhausted from yesterday and is all but on autopilot, and before she can stop herself she replies, "Which one?"

5. Fragment of Light (Merlin; Arthur-Gwen 4x09 spec fic)

“They want your head, Guinevere.” Gwen remains silent, her gaze trained to the side. “What am I supposed to do now?” This catches her attention, and she finally looks at him. Disbelief flickers across her face.

6. There’s So Much More Than Me and You (Merlin; Arthur/Gwen 3x10 spec fic)

“Guinevere.”

Gwen glanced up from her place on the dungeon floor. “Arthur,” she breathed. She stared at him for a moment, just making out the outline of him through the bars of the prison door.

6. Burnt Chicken Never Won Fair Lady (Merlin; Arthur/Gwen slightly cracky modern au)

As a rule, Gwen avoided the habit of eavesdropping, preferring not to run the risk of hearing only bits and pieces of a conversation and either agonizing over what had actually been said or leaving the room with a completely false understanding of the discussion. Yet when Morgana started snickering uncontrollably, her magazine shaking up and down, Gwen couldn’t help but look up from her book and follow her friend’s gaze to the two young men standing on the other side of Morgana’s elegantly decorated living room.

7. A Handful of Sand (Merlin; Arthur/Gwen, arranged marriage s3 spec)

Camelot is falling apart.

As much as Gwen tried to quiet this thought, every day it seemed to grow stronger. The dragon attack months ago was only the first of many tragedies to befall the kingdom, and now the people were cursed with a king who, for all intents and purposes, had gone mad.

8. Multa Paucis (Merlin; Arthur/Gwen, Gwen-centric missing scenes from s2 finale)

“They’ve left, Gwen – both of them.”

“Oh.” It’s the only word that manages to escape her lips, the only word she trusts herself to utter without revealing that the world is turning on its head, that she is lost and unsure and …

Scared.

9. A Pirate’s Life (is not For Spoiled Princes) (Merlin; Arthur, Gwen, and Morgana in a pre-Merlin Camelot)

The morning before Gwen’s first day as a handmaiden her father had warned her that her lady’s word was law. “No matter what happens, obey the king’s ward,” her father had said before seeing her off. Gwen understood the logic behind this advice, but she wondered if her father would’ve instructed her otherwise had he been better acquainted with the Lady Morgana. Indeed, Gwen couldn’t imagine that he’d be particularly thrilled if he discovered how his daughter was currently aiding her lady in a pirate attack on the crown prince of Camelot.

10. We Are Just Breakable Girls and Boys (Merlin; Arthur/Gwen shortly after Morgana’s disappearance)

He finds her in Morgana’s chambers. Her back is to him – her face looking out the window – and her arms are wrapped around her body as if she’s protecting herself from the cold. He hasn’t said a word, but somehow she knows he’s there, for she soon says in a hoarse voice, “I didn’t believe him.”

[buskerjaskier]

wip wednesday

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post. After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

Thanks @d-andilion for the tag! (it's not, in fact, wednesday, but wip saturday doesn't have the same ring to it., so...)

File names:

awake, awake (you children bold)

is the devil so bad (if he cries in his sleep)

lay down your love (act like you're new again)

don't go changing (you mean everything to me)

we better listen (to these kids)

Snippet:

Julian is merely a dark outline in that spotlight, tall and slim like always where he leans casually on the door frame with his arms folded over his chest. “It’s rather rude to spy on people’s private conversations, you know,” he says with feigned nonchalance which seems rather contradictory to his reprimanding words.

“You’d know all about spying, wouldn’t you?” Ciri fires back as her upset with him seeps into her tone, knowing very well she’s sounding like a petulant child. 

“Perhaps. But admittedly, I wasn’t a very good spy, so if you have some pointers for me then I’d be eternally grateful,” Julian replies, seemingly unaffected by her anger. No wonder if he’s been hanging around Geralt for so long, he’s bound to have grown a thick skin by the gruff way the witcher seemed to treat everyone around him except Ciri. 

There’s a lull in conversation as Ciri sits up and pulls her knees to her chest, glaring down at the dully coloured blankets draped over her knees. Yennefer and Julian’s conversation still echoes in her ears; so much had been said without providing her with any real answers, only more questions. One is certainly more prevalent than the rest right then, however: “Are you leaving me?”

Tagging @nicestmeangirl @dancingwiththefae @kingthunder @toapoet