#fics under 2000 dont count

[furiousofpanda]

*me looking up pressure fanfics on A03 out of curiosity like a week after release* "Aw man, there's only 3 fics :/

*Distant violent groundshaking stampede rumble*

*turns head* Eh?

Comic I want to make but can't rn

Also pretty much all of them are about sebastion, not even surprised

[magicalbats]

🦇 COMMISIONS! HEAR YE, HEAR YE!

Okay, my Kinktober pieces are once again being put on hold. Apologies to everyone who’s been waiting for me to (finally) wrap up that project but this takes priority before anything else.

As you may or may not have seen in my last rb, my good friend ChickenParm is going through it right now and while I will be sending her some assistance on my own there’s only so much I can do by myself. I’m one person with a limited amount of money I can spare. But if a few of us can pitch in a little bit here or there I think we can all make a big difference together.

And since some of you have been asking about commissioning me, here’s your chance!

How it will work: 🦇

1. Refer to the pricing list below, decide how much you want to spend and then donate that amount to the link Parm provided in her post

2. DM me with a screenshot of the donation and tell me what you want. Barring the Hard No’s listed on my carrd I’ll write anything at all you want. I will be double checking with her to ensure everything is in order so please don’t try to pull one over on me (I’ll cry 😢)

3. ???

4. Profit! Uh, i mean enjoy your fic!

Pricing: 🦇

The word counts listed below are going to be set minimums for the corresponding price. I’m a natural born yapper so I might go over that a little, or even a lot, but this is how we’ll determine the general range of the fic you want.

$10 or under = 1000 words

$20 = 2000 words

$30 = 3000 words

$40 = 4000 words

$50 = 5000 words

And so on.

Commissions will be handled on a first come first serve basis so if you’re interested please don’t hesitate to act now. I’m not sure how many people will actually want to take me up on this offer but I figured it was worth a shot since I’ve gotten asked about this in the past. Parm is an excellent writer and a very good friend, and I’d like to help her out as much as I possibly can. I’ll write for 48 hours straight if that’s what it takes to fulfill everyone’s commissions so please dont worry about overwhelming me with too much all at once!

Best wishes everyone!

🦇

[imm0rtalbutterfly]

Your dreams cannot keep me from you

And the crowd is? not surprised in the slightest that I wrote more valorant fanfiction.

Pairing: Fade/Neon (fadeshock my beloved)

Warnings: Character death but not really, canon typical game violence? IDK

Word count: 2000

Synopsis: "Fade woke with a start, Neon's name on her tongue, and a yelp trying to crawl its way through her throat. She was used to nightmares like these, she’d grown used to them over the years, the whispers at the edge of her mind began to fall on deaf ears years ago. So why was she trembling? Fade shook her head as if trying to clear the remnants of that horrible dream from her mind. “Just try and..Christ Hazal just go back to sleep.” She mumbled, but she knew even then that sleep would evade her. After a good hour of tossing and turning in her bed, she gave up with a frustrated groan and grabbed the book she’d been working on. She checked her phone for any and all signs that Neon had messaged her since leaving for a mission, as suspected there was nothing." Or Neon goes on a mission and Fade has horrid nightmares about it and freaks out.

Full fic under the cut Enjoy

I posted this to my AO3 and thats the only other place this fic should be, reblogging is much appreciated please dont repost anywhere else thank you love you bye!

Fade woke with a start, Neon's name on her tongue, and a yelp trying to crawl its way through her throat. She was used to nightmares like these, she’d grown used to them over the years, the whispers at the edge of her mind began to fall on deaf ears years ago. So why was she trembling? Fade shook her head as if trying to clear the remnants of that horrible dream from her mind. “Just try and..Christ Hazal just go back to sleep.” She mumbled, but she knew even then that sleep would evade her. After a good hour of tossing and turning in her bed, she gave up with a frustrated groan and grabbed the book she’d been working on. She checked her phone for any and all signs that Neon had messaged her since leaving for a mission, as suspected there was nothing. With another sign, she grabbed her book off the nightstand next to her, knowing full well that it was going to be a long night. Worry tugged at her chest, the dream that had awoken her tugging at the back of her mind, images of Neon, dead, on the ground, bloody. Her hands that were holding the book shook so violently that she had to set it in her lap as she read, her eyes so unfocused as she glanced over the pages, thumbing through them numbly. 

The trouble began when she managed to fall back asleep, the weight of the book in her lap almost enough to be reassuring. She was thrown right back into it. The trouble was, she often couldn’t discern when her dreams were trying to tell her something, nor could she tell really if what happened in her dreams weren’t just her reality. She woke the next afternoon feeling dread hit her like a ton of bricks, no amount of coffee in the world could make her feel awake but it never hurt to try. Even if it didn’t wake her up, Fade got headaches when she didn’t have at least one cup of coffee. And that was where she ended up, leaning her back on the counter with the warm mug in her hands. The kitchen on base was nearly empty, with everyone mostly training or going about their business. She kept an eye on her phone as she rummaged around looking for something to eat, she couldn’t tell if she was hungry or just needed to do something with her hands, regardless she found neither in the kitchen, and without much notice went back to her room. She spent the rest of that day checking her phone for any sign of her girlfriend texting her back, in the end she got nothing and when night came she couldn’t fall asleep. 

Sleep only came to her when her body exhausted itself and forced her to sleep. Again she slept in fits tossing and turning, curling in on herself in terror, watching helplessly as this vision tore through her, Her girl, her love, dead before her eyes. She woke with a scream, hands tearing through her hair. Similar to how she woke up just a few nights ago. Two more weeks. Two more weeks and Tala was due to be home from this mission. Fade curled up in her blankets, she considered making her way to Neon's room, she’d been given access for times like these, when her girl was gone and she couldn’t sleep. She always slept better in Neon’s room. Moving even for the sake of comfort felt like death. Fade stayed put. 

One week in Fade felt as if she was losing her goddamn mind. She hadn’t slept, which was normal, the coffee did absolutely nothing for heer other than make her hands shake. She hardly left her room and the books she was “reading” were mostly just another way to keep her hands busy and she wasn’t really focused on the plot of any of them. Focused on the way her hands shook but not from excessive amounts of caffeine or lack of sleep. Maybe because of the lack of food, she’d been forgetting to eat but couldn’t really bring herself out of the room. She hadn’t heard from Tala the whole week. She was worried maybe her dreams were true, they had been before, there was absolutely nothing that could stop them from being true now, there was nothing she could do to get her back. 

Two weeks. Neon was supposed to come back today? At least she thought so. The days bled into one another. She’d managed to get a few hours of sleep, but again. That dream. Over and over and over again she couldn’t even get away from it. When she opened her eyes it felt like the image of Neon's lifeless body was burned into her retinas. She couldn’t escape it. She didn’t notice when her distress had begun to seep out and affect others. On the rarest times that she left her room to eat something she hardly noticed the grumbles, the murmurs from her fellow agents, when they spoke anyway. Some of them just looked terrified. They don’t confront her about it. Her thoughts were so painfully loud and yet she almost couldn't hear any of them at all. Most days at this point she seemed to be in a daze, separated from reality, it wasn’t exactly a state of being that was new to her but it was dangerous for her to be out on a job like this so they never sent her out as it got worse. They hardly sent her out anyway when Neon was out, too distracting.

Neon was more jittery than normal as they flew toward base. That mission was rough on all of them, no time for checking in whatsoever she hadn’t even noticed that her phone had snapped in half after a bad fall, she’d been lucky not to have broken her ankle. She wanted to pace the length of the ship, the only thing keeping her grounded was her best friend passed out on her shoulder and Zyanna making an attempt to talk her down. “Jesus can’t this thing go any faster.” She muttered. 

“Tal, it's going as fast as it can.” She said with a worried chuckle, “Take a breath alright?” Zyanna said looking her up and down, “I know you miss her, she’ll be there.” 

Zyanna had called Brimstone herself to tell him they were on the way back to base, no answer of course, she didn’t even know why she bothered calling anyway. 

Neon pushed Clove off her shoulder as gently as possible to avoid waking them, of course, they did anyway, waking up with a yawn as the ship landed. “Mm, we're back already?” they said stretching their sore limbs. Neon nodded at her question before Clove was hauled off to go see sage for the bullet embedded in their shoulder. She could hear Sage in the distance as she ran off, something about how she “Didn’t care if they were immortal they could still get lead poisoning if they didn't go get it fixed.” She chuckled, running off the ship and jumping to the ground with a grunt before stopping to look around. Reyna, speeding off with Viper to deliver the essence of the souls from the past couple of weeks. Cypher doing god knows what. Skye, met by Deadlock, who did not hide her worry very well and never had. Skye, who was also unable to hide the tight, secure way she hugged her. The two are bad at hiding their own blossoming relationship; it was almost enough to make Neon grin. Almost. The lack of Fade’s presence became apparent quickly. It confused her, though she figured she could’ve been anywhere, maybe lost in a book in her room. But the look on Iselin’s face as her and Kara talked in hushed voices in the corner was enough to make her think otherwise. There were bags under her eyes that she hadn’t seen in a long time. “Where is she?” She asked, her tone steady though she wanted to speed off and find her girlfriend as fast as she physically could. 

“Think the last time I saw her come out was from your room?” Deadlock said shifting a little away from Skye, noting their obvious closeness. “Something happened, half the base hasn’t properly slept in weeks. Sova said it hasn’t been like this since her recruitment.” Her own voice was laced with exhaustion. Neon nodded her thanks before speed walking in the direction of her room. She opened the door carefully, setting her work bag on the chair by her desk, Fade was a lump on her bed, hidden away beneath the comforter, she didn’t move, didn’t seem to even react to Neon’s presence, the walls had vines of smoke growing on them, the sight would be unsettling had Neon not been used to this sort of thing already. 

“Sweet girl?” She said softly as she approached the bed, she pulled the comforter gently away revealing her girl. The sight broke Neon's heart. “Hazal, baby look at me.” She barely got the sentence out before she was pulled into the bed and into Fades arms with barely and ‘oof!” sound leaving her mouth. “Oh my girl, my love, I’m okay. You’re okay I promise.” She said softly reaching up to run her hands through her hair. “What happened mahal?” She said after a moment. 

“Just…really missed you..” Fade said after a long stretched silence. Neon could see that the room had begun to return to its normal state, the shadowy vines receding slowly back and fading into the shadows. “I know that isn’t all of it my love.” Neon pressed gently, “But if you don’t wanna talk about it it's alright. We can just lay here.” She pressed a kiss to Fade’s shoulder relishing in the way it seemed to make her relax. 

“Just a bad dream.”

Tala almost didn’t catch what she said. It was so quiet. “You were gone, and then you weren’t answering and I..I couldn’t tell what was real anymore.” 

“My phone snapped in half the second day of the mission…” Tala said, a little embarrassment in her voice. 

Fade’s laugh filled the room and all the tension seemed to melt away in an instant after that. “Really?” She asked, laughing more at Tala’s nod. 

“Mahal you know I’ll always come back to you right? Even if I have to claw my way out.” She said with determination, “Though Clove did save my ass a couple times.” She said, tugging one of her pigtails out of its tie. “Christ, I need a shower.” 

“I can help.” “Hazal.” Neon chided as she took off her main suppressor so that she could shower. 

“Not like that. I just know your knees and back usually hurt pretty bad after long missions like this.” “Mahal ko..gonna make me fall for you all over again.” She giggled curling into Hazals warmth. 

The two of them settled down after their talk. Aside from the dream Fade really had just missed her girlfriend so bad it hurt her soul. And after a shower which, jokes aside the two needed, the closeness, the quiet. The routine. They settled down in Neon’s bed with Fades head on her chest and Neon's hand running through her hair, tracing her scar, her shoulders, anywhere she could reach.  A sense of contentment fell over the room. Fade would apologize to her teammates in the morning for losing control and Neon would, in all honestly probably not leave her bed because one of her knees was for sure not in place and her hips ached anytime she adjusted and by the time the two fell asleep she could just tell she was gonna wake up in pain. But it was worth it. She fell asleep with the light of her life in her arms and finally felt home. 

[myarmsaretoolong]

20 questions (for fanfic writers)

cheers for the tag @sarah-sandwich <3

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

57.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

412,260

3. what fandoms do you write for?

mcu but mostly just irondad, though i stopped writing that for a bit when a small (large) marauders obsession hit so now i write both depending on the fic im working on. also taken a side step into parkner recently

4. top five fics by kudos:

A Different Future - peter snaps one-shot

Futures are Made to be Broken - more in depth follow up to peter snaps one shot

The Best Day of Harley's Life (and the worst of Peter's) - classic field trip fic only harley is like the tourguide and makes it his mission to ruin peter's day. not actually parkner but for sure the beginning of my growing love for harley

Not my First Time - part of webpril challenge one-shot, tony and peter are stuck under a building, conversation ensue

Where Do You Think You're Going - urrrmmmm good question. its a whumptober one-shot so peter must get beat up. pretty sure its by quentin beck and his drones, lets assume tony finds him and saves the day (its less than 2000 words i could read it and find out but im lazy)

5. do you respond to comments?

i do my best!

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

ermmm *checks notes* Is This It? springs to mind first. you know the deleted scene of tony snapping and seeing morgan? well in this one he sees peter, only peter is a good few years older and has sorted his life out a bit. its sad obvi, but also kind of happy? the end lines are sad sad though :( so either that or 01/11/81 (if you're a marauders fan you already know that date) which basically very closely follows remus throughout the entire day after james and lily are killed etc. its very angsty all the way through, mary is a sweetheart, and at the end he's left all alone...

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

most tbh. im going to say Past, Present, Yet to Come because that's my baby. (peter is the ghost of christmas present, tony is scrooge, only its like the ryan reynolds film spirited, very good)

8. do you get hate on fics?

nope! (and please dont :) )

9. do you write smut?

nah

10. craziest crossover:

well ive only ever written one and it was mcu/glee and there's a reason i never finished it (nor am linking it [insert skull emoji])

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that ive noticed

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

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

nope! im a solitary kinda guy

14. all time favourite ship?

what a question... wolfstar is a classic, ineffable husbands are precious to me, doctor/rose is nostalgic... i can't pick favourites

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

besides all of them? all of them.

no but really there are so many and i have this problem of thinking of idea -> getting excited -> writing beginning -> not knowing where to take it -> get excited by new idea -> repeat. im working on it though and do genuinely plan to finish them all

16. what are your writing strengths?

yknow i honestly think my general writing is at a pretty good level. defo room for improvement but there always it, int there? id say that's a general strength, but specifically i think im goooood at making things angsty. and i love doing it so win win

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

well... finishing anything. plotting out full stories is a big problem. (though ive recently started a notebook for random ideas for fics and its helping) um... tbh i can struggle with everything from time to time. i think getting characters voices right can be hard cos i often find people saying things they would never say and having to go back and and put them straight. er,,, action can be next to impossible if The Vision isn't there.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i dont have many. if its a language i cant read i just skim past and sometimes read an end note translation but if there's too much im just going to go with the flow

19. first fandom you wrote in?

mcu

20. favourite fic you've written?

again, Past, Present, Yet to Come is my babygirl. love him to pieces. can i say fics ive not finished yet? because parkner hunger games au and marauders doccy who are fire and one day will see the light of day (and get names)

tagging @winter-turtle @helloliriels erm ive forgotten everyone who has ever existed... @ anyone who i followed in the boopening who writes and @ anyone who just wants to (no pressure at all obvi)

[future-boi]

Thanks to

⚡️@daryfromthefuture

💘 @jowritesfanfiction

💝 @bttf-dork for tagging me!!! 🥺😭

1. First rewatch was right before watching the musical. Second rewatch was right after watching the musical... Third was recently as I'm tryna write a fanfic and had to go over some scenes but idk if it counts

2. Bttf the musical poster and vinyl record!!! It's now the second record in my vinyl collection hahaha

3. I don't drink soda 😅

4. HELL YEAH I always take the opportunity to advertise fanfic 🤩 Its about post trilogy Marty being a bit angsty about the new timeline and missing the old timeline. But it has a happy ending. I think its the closest to canon because other ones with the same premise lean so much into the angst (not that that's bad!!! Just saying it's not the same vibes as the movies u kno) Its also old but holy shit, it contains the most cathartic end to the series. The much needed closure 🤌✨️

Peace by dapperdragon

I'm so SAD cuz I don't think the author's on Tumblr? And havent posted on Ao3 in 2 years... Which sucks cuz I'm planning to DRAW THIS FIC. Or at least the ending scene 🥺💘 It wont be for a while cuz I'm tryna hone my skills and DO IT JUSTICE💪😤 but yeah next year is its 10 year anniversary that's crazy HAHA. Give it a read plz plz plz its only 1 chapter.

5. THATS TOUGH

It's so cozy and gives me all the warm fuzzies 🥰

I'm breaking the rules

BUT I HAD TO INCLUDE THIS. FIGHT ME

Anything by @cheriboms ngl HAHAHA

Ok but if I really had to choose:

Cuz it marks the start of Doctober 🥺 and like 🥺 we did that together 🥺👉👈💘💝

Also cuz its in color and sunrises/sunset always gimme warm fuzzies🥰

6. THATS ALSO TOUGH. Actually less tough. It's all under my [#personal fave] tag. But since the other was sunrise, I gotta put sunset 😁

LMAO when u link stuff, it shows ur tag line. I totally forgot I set that 🍫🍫🍫

7. BAHAHAHAHAHA... school...

8. The Wild Life (1984) I dont recommend it tho!! 😂😂😂 it has Lea Thompson and Eric Stoltz. I also checked out the one clip from that one episode on Family Ties with Crispin Glover and Micheal J Fox. I recommend that one, it's actually funny 😂

Then I checked out the clips with Tom Hanks on the show LMAO

9. Not this year, but during my American Psycho (2000) phase, I thought their undisputed masterpiece was "Hip to be Square" 🤌✨️ A song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should! Because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself--!!

HEY PAUL!!!

10. None, I don't think...

11. Hell yeah! I detailed it all on this post

12. Uh prolly once a long long time ago that I don't remember LMAO she don't talk bout it like Lorraine🤭

13. "Hey..! What the hell is this?!"

14. I got to go on both European and US trains this year. Haven't been on a skateboard since I was a tiny kid. Have never been on a horse. Never been on a DeLorean. I have run in the rain lmao. Dance? Does a concert count? My friends and I danced at one (my first one!). Never hung up a clock. Does a ukulele count? I don't think I am or ever was capable of pulling an all nighter 😂 its so weird for me to hear my peers doing it. Like??? Yall fr? Nah fam. I don't read sci fi. I don't eat fast food lmao

15. GETTING MY FANFIC DONE. Currently, it spans 6 parts and goes over the entire trilogy, complete with a Hell Valley Filler Arc! 🤭😁 but I'm working on part 1 rn and will post it while I work on part 2 and so on...

I'm also planning to draw a moment from other fanfic I adore like I've done in the past few months

Learning how to color +render my digital art would be nice!

Tagging @cheriboms

Thanks to the 3 again for tagging me! Tho @daryfromthefuture, we gotta throw hands real quick u stole who I was gonna tag😱😭😭😭😂☠️ ONLY I GET TO BOTHER @jowritesfanfiction 😤😤😤 nah jk 😁 unless 😶 nah jk jk ily i ain't hatin 😂💝

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what!

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

How many times were you late for school this year?

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

How many times did you fall down this year?

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I tag: @agentmcfly24601 @moonlightandstarshimmer @brinkle-brackle @bg-sparrow @bttf-dork @mrfutureboy @pepsifox88 @tsukinikawatteus @itsthemorph @synthsays and anyone who would like to answer these questions! as always, no pressure!

[running-with-kn1ves]

A/N: Hello! Due to popular demand I decided to write a continuation to The Masked Intruder fic ! I really enjoyed writing it. Please excuse any grammar problems, I'm a bit under the weather :> btw you dont really need to read the OG in order to read this. I'll get to notes soon😭

TW:yandere themes, obsessiveness, stalking, (past) breaking and entering,

Synopsis: you've grown accustomed to the man hanging out in your walls, but it appears his clinginess does not rest even well into the night. 

word count: 2000

It was nearly three in the morning when you finally decided to get up. You had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, too stubborn to go on your phone out of fear that you'd become even more awake. But you finally caved when you heard the wall across from you begin thumping. It gave a muffled noise of exasperation.

Letting out a small sigh, you got up from the tangle of hot bedsheets and blankets. You were on the verge of sweating from rolling around so much; it was difficult to find the right spot when you were so fidgety. Your back cracked as you got up, making you feel even more alert. But though your brain was active, your body was slow to move. Each leg felt like a weight dragging you down, your pajamas suffocating you as they made you feel ten times warmer.

Blindly you searched for the door with your hands. From muscle memory you knew it was somewhere nearby; it clearly was from how it smacked you in the face. You let out a pained groan, grabbing the door slowly to open it.

You followed the glow of the moon in your kitchen window and the green flickering light of the stove. It read 3:03, flashing as if it mocked your restlessness. You traveled over to the fridge sluggishly; small thumps could be heard from behind the wall as they moved at the same pace.

But the sound didn't terrify you. Not as much as it did before, at least. It was still eerie and unnatural to hear something so close and purposeful, but you knew where it came from now. Or rather 'who' it came from.

Pulling out the milk from the fridge you headed to the cabinets, two bowls and two spoons waiting there perfectly for you. You grabbed them apathetically, not fretting the screech the sliding glass made against the cupboard. After all there was no one it would disturb-- the only other person in the house was already awake with you.

You grabbed the box of cereal on the way to the table and prepared to make your feast.

Pouring the cereal you tried your best not to spill too much, despite your tiring hand. You were doing quite well avoiding the small crunchy pieces from spilling, until a figure appeared at your heels. Its noise was silent to you, your brain on autopilot without paying attention to the rustling from behind.

The dark figure moved closer, now mere inches away. Its hands reached out for you and wrapped themselves around your stomach. You jolted out of surprise and panic, the cereal spilling on the table. The arms squished you protectively as the person's chest crushed your back. His sudden weight on you pushed you against the table. You nearly let out a squeak from fear.

Setting the cereal box down you sighed out of relief, recognizing the man's dusty smell.

"Dont scare me like that," you firmly uttered. 

He was just as bad as your first encounter, when he snuck up on you. It was a really bad habit you hoped he'd stop soon, lest you have a heart attack. Small particles of dust fluffed off of him as his arms pressed against you.

"…Sorry…" his small, croaky voice whispered into your ear. From the cold skin of his cheek on yours, you didn't have to guess that his mask was removed. He only ever took it off when he thought you couldnt see him, or in the dark.

You've managed to memorize some of his patterns by now, the few weeks you've spent with him showing his predictable traits.

It's been a learning process for you in trying to cope with the fact that there's a man living in your walls. You decided that no one would ever believe you anyway, unless you tore every wall from its place. So, you're coping. Trying to.

Dealing with it like an average, healthy person would, by letting him stay. A part of you felt like it was a bad idea, especially from how clingy he was slowly becoming. But, it's not like he'd ever hurt you right? He was far too timid, almost… sweet. But it was hard to say that outloud without sounding like a crazy person. Yet, he wasn't violent or creepy. He tried to give you privacy---at least he said he did. And you only caught him spying on you in the shower once!

You just assumed he needed some training. After all, you had no idea how much he understood when it came to formalities or privacy. He had been creeping on people for years, of course he wasnt clear on common boundaries. So, you were fine with excusing some things. Even if those things were him taking your dirty clothes and trying to cut pieces of your hair from time to time. They were the little things, the little things that reminded him of you when you were out shopping or working. But to you they were just pet peeves.

Not to mention, your bed felt a lot smaller as of late. He'd never be there in the morning, but from time to time you'd feel a presence behind you, scared fingers tracing lines on your back.

Just like now; those same fingers were tracing circles on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine.

"Go back to bed." You sleepily muttered. Though you knew the answer he would give.

"Can't sleep." He groaned, giving a small whiff to the nape of your neck.

"you're so touchy."

You finished pouring cereal in the two bowls.

"Okay…"

He ignored your orders and gave a small lick to your ear.

The man reminded you of a cat, an animal that lingered and clinged at the most inconvenient of times. But as you poured the milk to your cereal, a question popped into your head.

"So… I still haven't figured out what to call you." You mumbled.

"Anything. " He replied quickly.The unmasked mans hands started creeping against your clothes, massaging your skin. "Anything if… it's you."

One hand pressed against your hip, swaying you closer against him and harder against the table.

"Well then how do you feel about…Mr. fluffy?"

He scrunched his face against you and clenched your loose shirt.

"No… animal name."

He smelled your hair and shook his head in disapproval. You let out a small laugh, finding joy in his sour face. He watched you prep the food with curiosity.

"Hmm alright then… What about Leo?"

The lanky male took a moment to respond, his hands freezing on your body as he stood in thought. You put the spoons into the bowls and closed up the cereal box.

"Leo.." He repeated, his hair tickling your neck as he leaned further into you. "Okay."

He let out a satisfactory groan, seemingly intrigued by the name.

"Alright then." You confirmed, taking a small bite from your bowl of food.

The man newly named as Leo gripped you as he gave an open mouthed kiss to your neck. Now that the business of his name was out of the way, he wanted to get down to his own interests. He was far too into touching you to realize that the food on the table was becoming soggy.

"come on now stop that," You gave an annoyed noise at Leo's grabbing. "Im too tired to indulge you. And 'roommates' aren't supposed--"

You turned to face him but were cut off with his mouth. He kissed the corner of your lips, his chapped ones full of desire.

"Please… please.." his voice cracked as he pulled at your shirt. "N…eed." 

You rolled your eyes and sighed; you were forced to weigh your options. In all honestly, it would be best if you gave in. If you didn't comply with what Leo wanted, he'd linger around pawing at you for the rest of the night.

Leaning in you huffed and pressed your lips against his, placing a hand on his bony shoulder. He pushed himself on you, grabbing your wrists and trapping your body against the table. It only took an inkling of consent for him to go wild.

His tongue darted against your lips as he begged for you to open your mouth. You reluctantly complied hoping he'd soon have his fill. Leo was only so confidant because you couldn't see his face, the only evidence of his healed wounds being the roughness of his broken skin on your own. His mask laid alone on the table, a symbol of his past shame and fear. Maybe he'd never let you see his face in broad daylight, but this was certainly a step up from how he reacted only mere weeks ago.

Leo dug his tongue into your mouth past your teeth. He panted against you, trying to hold back anymore noise. As he attempted to force your legs to straddle his waist, you realized you were letting him go a bit too far.

"Leo--" you breathed, trying to stop him from planting more wet kisses down your neck. "Leo stop--"

He gave a harsh suck to your jugular, only ceasing once you pried him off you. Planting two firm hands on his chest, you tried to catch your breath.

In the darkness you could hear him breathe heavily, his body shaking against your hands.

"No more." You panted.

Taking your hands off of him you wiped your mouth of saliva. Leo complied, thankfully, and let go of you. You could feel the defiance in his grip though, the strength nearly pushing back. You wondered how long it'd be until he started to stop listening to you. While steadying your breath you couldn't help but worry.

But he was still under your thumb for now, albeit he didn't seem very happy about it. He let out an upset sigh and licked his lips for any remaining taste of you.

"Its too early…for this let's just, let's eat."

You awkwardly tried to go back to what you were doing, though you knew Leo was still longing for you. His hand clenched the bottom of your shirt gently in hope you wouldn't scold him.

You took his hand and brought it to one of the bowls on the table.

"Eat." You said, taking your own seat at the table with your now mushy bowl of cereal.

The unmasked man did as you asked, meekly taking his bowl, though not quite sure what to do with it. Instead of sitting at the table, or returning to the walls, Leo began to lower himself to the ground. Scooting forward, he sat with his legs crossed over one another; holding the bowl in one hand, he used the other to wrap around your leg. You raised an eyebrow and looked to see him under the table.

"What are you doing??" Staring at him bewilderedly, you watched him scarf down the bowl of food.

"Eat." He said with his mouth full. Leo was pouring the contents into his mouth, not bothering to mess with the spoon he abandoned on the floor.

Through the moonlight you could see the milk pouring down his throat, most of the liquid missing his mouth. Besides not knowing manners, the man was unaware of how to even eat like a normal person. This was the first time he ever dared to eat in front of you; it must have been because it was dark, and he knew you wouldn't be able to see him clearly under the table. You wondered if his scars needed upkeep, wondered how he got here in the first place; but that always appeared to be a touchy subject.

Instead of prying, you went back to your own bowl of contents. Leo hung onto your leg as he drank from his bowl, holding tight to keep you planted next to him. You still felt unaware of what Leo and this house had in store for you; yet all you knew, was you wouldn't be able to get rid of them for a long time.

[snickerdoodlles]

You have an upcoming old guard au and howl's moving castle au for patpran? 👀

i do!! :D the old guard AU was inspired by this edit by @/patprans because i went feral the second i thought of patpran being in love for 2000 years. its premise is 'what if pat and pran were immortal in bbs canon?' and runs from there. of the two AUs, it's also the one closer to being finished (nearly 8k long too! who am i even!!). i rly need to completely scrap the last 1.5k of the fic or so and rewrite it completely, i just havent been able to bring myself to do that yet lol. id love for it to go up before the month is out but...we'll see how well i stick to that plan 😂 💦

the howl's moving castle AU...well, if im in a fandom, assume i have a HMC AU. howl's moving castle is my favorite series ever (and Diana Wynne Jones my favorite author ever) and it really influenced a lot of my writing style in general, so i fall back into that universe quite often lol. the PatPran HMC AU will be called listen with your heart (dont have much in that tag yet, but. soon. i talked a little bit about the opening premise in the tags of this post though)

it's high school era!PatPran (specifically their senior year) and it starts with Pran accidentally attaching his revolving door to Pat's bedroom door instead of his own (always double check your maths kids!!) but he won’t be able to move the door to his proper bedroom one for Reason. so as you can see, Pran is Howl, Pat is Sophie, and Calcifer will be an OC named Fig, and i think ive made @jemmo cry over this AU no less than 10 times already. i dont know when i'll finish this fic because its getting um. Long. but its a big love letter to Pran's kindness, Pat's care, and knitwear, so I'm really pumped to share it when i can 🥰

and since it's going to be a lil while til its done, here's a little outtake (~1k) from the first time Pat meets Fig the fire ghost under the read more :D ~

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No sooner does Pat reenter his room when he hears the tell-tale whistle-click of his door changing. All thoughts of changing out of his school uniform fly from his head as he dumps his schoolbag in his entryway immediately and turns on his heel to bother Pran. He grabs hold of his doorknob with an eager wiggle and after a quick mental count to three, throws open the door and lunges in.

Pat fully expects to fall onto Pran and get shoved back into his room with a shout and a scolding. But instead of Pran, all he meets is empty space. He stumbles into the home beyond his door with a gasp and--barely--manages to get his feet under him before he falls flat on his face. 

Pat gapes at the newfound territory in awe. He’s stolen glimpses of this room before, of course, but this is the first time he’s seen it. It’s a strange place; Pat had thought Pran now lives in a dorm at his new school, but this looks more like a full cottage to him. The living space has been converted into one large workspace, tables littered with half-finished projects, shelves crammed with textbooks and supplies, a cheerful fire crackling in a large fire pot beneath an open window. A small open kitchen is tucked into the corner and just past it, Pat can see a small hallway of doors open to bedrooms, a bathroom, and extra storage space. Everything smells overwhelmingly of spice and smoke that make Pat's nose itch like he needs to sneeze.

“It is a wizard’s space,” he murmurs to himself as he admires the strange room and begins to poke around. He’s never been in a magic workshop before--all the laboratories in school are firmly locked to only allow magiks in--but after he gets used to the overwhelming newness, he starts picking out little bits of Pran in the smiley faces decorating the spice jars and the animated faces on the strings of globe lights. Pat admires one of the faces making an exaggerated scowl at him with little inked huffs and giggles to himself. He resists the urge to explore more when Pran isn’t here, instead turning to the fire in the corner with a raised eyebrow. “Does Pran know you let me in?”

A grinning shadow of a face appears in the fire. It’s hard to make out completely, like Pat’s looking at something through the heated ripples of a mirage, but silvery flames emerge through the pink-gold flames of the fire’s body to form two mischievously slanted eyes and a jagged gash of silvery grin. It looks positively wicked, and Pat can’t help but grin back at it.

“Not many people see me, much less so quickly,” the fire ghost says. Its voice sounds like the hiss-spit of a burning wet log, but Pat gets the impression its pleased all the same.

“Did Pran say you could let me in?” Pat repeats stubbornly. He’s curious, but not that curious. Besides, it’s no fun breaking rules if Pran’s not there to scold him.

The fire ghost’s grin doesn’t falter. "You were always here,” it says in a pleased whine. A log in its pot cracks in a giggling spit of sparks. “I just opened the door.”

Pat purses his lips suspiciously. So that’s probably a no. He’s not sure a fire ghost will just let him leave if he goes about it directly though--and it must sense Pat’s plans, because the sharp whistle-click of the door changing sounds behind him, leaving Pat trapped until Pran gets back. Pat’s not annoyed by this, per se. He doubts Pran would let a fire ghost that would harm him or his guests into any home of his. It’s just embarrassing to be stuck here until Pran can come bail him out, and Pat had left his cellphone in the bag he dropped in his room like an idiot. He’s not sure what else he can do but wait though, not when the fire ghost offers him a seat on the stool nearby its pot and admires Pat with open curiosity.

"I’m Fig.”

“Pat,” he offers with a friendly nod hello.

“I know,” Fig says. It crackles with a little flare of warmth. “You’re the one Pran likes to visit.”

Despite his best intentions not to snoop, Pat can’t help but perk up with a pleased grin. “He said that?”

Fig lets out a series of spitting sparks and cracks that Pat thinks is supposed to be merry laughter. “Pran shares everything with me,” it says conspiratorially.

Pat raises his eyebrows dubiously. “Why would Pran tell anything to a fire ghost?”

Fig flickers sulkily. “I’m his fire ghost. Of course he shares everything with me.”

Pat laughs and leans closer, not hearing the door latch release. “Pran bound himself to a fire ghost? My Pran?”

Fig flares brighter right as a voice echoes coldly from the doorway. “Snooping, Pat?”

Pat whirls around with a sunny smile, and Fig echoes his greeting with a bright flare up that washes the whole room in warmth. “No! Fig brought me in, he said I was supposed to be here,” he rats out shamelessly, eyes glued to Pran.

Pran ignores him in favor of glaring at the fire ghost flickering big and bright just behind Pat. “Did he now?”

Pat lets out a small sigh from his nose. He’d known that must’ve been the case, but he had hoped...

“And I didn’t snoop,” Pat adds on mulishly. “I was waiting for you to come back.” Pat brightens with a gasp. “But you’re here now!” he says cheerfully, and dives for the nearest shelf full of books and jars to poke through.

“Ai, Pat!”

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[gizkasparadise]

end of the year fic meme

tagged by @nrgburst thank you!

Total number of published stories: 1 new story (kotor, give way to better) and updates for 5 (with one completed woooo!!)

Total published word count:  i have no idea how to calculate this, sorry :( 

Fandoms written in: game of thrones/a song of ice and fire, star wars: knights of the old republic, and x-men movieverse (the og one from like 2000)

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? less, but i dont blame myself for that. i had a dissertation to write

What’s your own favorite story of the year? counting updates, it’s a tie between i loved rome more and a lot like never. i have fun writing the POVs in those fics, and i was super happy to finish i loved rome more after 2 years!

Did you take any writing risks this year? i loved rome more felt like writing risks: the series. my revan isn’t light side, which goes against the majority of fandom depictions, and she’s not a romantic by any stretch of the imagination. i didn’t tag it as such, but i also write my revan as being bipolar, and so some of the POV was influenced by that.

i also killed a dude in it. that’s always a roll of the dice

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? finish the fury!!! im about halfway through my reread. other fics i want to make a dent in are a lot like never (maybe finish it?) and the new kotor fic. once of of those is wrapped, i’m moving on to my other Plotty fic, satellites which i hope to wrap up in the near future

Next up: updates for a lot like never, give way to better, and the fury. i plan to alternate chapters between one for either a lot like never/give way to better and the fury--since the former two are a lot less intense in terms of mapping/plotting

Most popular story of the year? the fury is the most popular one that was updated this year. the one that’s overall most popular, going by hit count, is satellites

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: i loved rome more has some of my best writing/favorite lines, but hey, that’s what you get for writing a rarepair for a videogame that’s almost 20 years old

Most fun story to write: i loved rome more, since i did sort of a writing sprint to the finish. it’s also always great to wrap up a multichapter fic

Most unintentionally telling story: probably i loved rome more, since as i said i write revan as being bipolar and [gestures @ self]

Biggest disappointment: im gonna give myself some grace this year. i was hoping to get more done with the fury, but i spent so much of this year just completely exhausted. 

Biggest surprise: finishing a damn thing!

Tagging- what’s up fic writers, do the thing :D 

[mostlyanything19]

Fic Writer Interview

@canolacrush tagged me in this and since I couldn’t sleep like at all tonight guess what we’re doing at like seven in the morning!

Name: Mostlyanything19 / halfanapple on AO3

Fandoms: Depending what I’m into at that time of day, pretty much. For fic writing, Harry Potter has been my foundation stone for years, but I’ve since branched out into Good Omens, Check, Please, Sherlock Holmes, and somehow LOTS OF TINY FANDOMS BARELY ANYBODY READS IN.

Where you post: AO3, naturally. And once upon a time there was a little German HP fansite called harrypotter-xperts, and I got some super old fic still up on there under an ancient username.

Most Popular One-shot: Absolutely WITHOUT COMPETITION Any Other Name. It got so ridiculously popular that I can barely even see my other fics on the statistics page.

Most Popular Multichap: Lol ok, I only have one multichapter fic posted and therefore it is by default my most popular, but also, it’s probably the thing I’ve written (and finished) that I’m most proud of? And that I still like to re-read every now and again myself? The Deamus Deathly Hallows Project started out as oneshots here on tumblr, each working off of a specific text passage of Deathly Hallows and filling in the gaps with Dean and Seamus and what happens to them that year.

Favorite story you’ve written so far: For published ones, see above! Though in terms of, like, ~the poetry of it~, I’m really really fond of Zihuatanejo. And there’s a whooole bunch of unpublished/unfinished fic on my harddrive that I like a lot that may or may not ever see the light of day.

Fic you were nervous to post: I think I was probably the most nervous back with my HP fic when I was fifteen or so, and then with the first ones I posted on AO3 in 2014. These days, I’ve gotten pretty relaxed about posting -- at least as much as you can get, I think. (It’s still a bit nervewracking every time).

How do you choose your titles: TITLES ARE A THING OF THE DEVIL AND I DONT CHOOSE THEM, I THROW A DESPERATE ARROW AT THE DART BOARD OF LIFE AND THEN GET ON WITH THINGS.

Do you outline: ...No. I’m an absolute slave to my muse, I write whatever comes and when nothing comes I don’t write, that’s it. If I try to plan things, I almost never like the results. Although I do sometimes write a rough outline of something, but that’s not outlining, that’s just taking down all of my original flash of inspiration at lightning speed so that I don’t forget it in the time it takes to write it.

Complete: Hmm. Six back on hp-xperts (all oneshots; ranging from about 400 to 2000 words), seven fics on AO3, one other somewhere else I think.

In progress: ABOUT NINETY PERCENT OF THE THINGS I EVER STARTED. I’m atrocious at finishing things. Atrocious. Most of the time I just write the parts that just... flow... and I love those, but they’re almost never finished when that’s done, not as something that you can actually post. I did a count the other month actually, and in all I’ve written around 230.000k since I started doing this, and posted just about 40.000k of it across all platforms. So, u know.

Coming soon/not yet started: I think I’ve started everything I want to write with at least a paragraph or two, and coming soon... whatever I wrangle over the finish line first, lol.

Prompts?: Prompts are really cool, I’ve just never worked with them much.

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: Nothing, currently. The last things I got started on were lots of little Magnus Archives things, mostly Daisira, and I’ve migrated a bit since then so idk if they’ll ever be finished. And otherwise... I don’t really plan this stuff. I really don’t. If I get inspired enough about something to finish it it gets posted, that’s it.

Tagging: Uhhhm... who do I know who writes. @avelera, @theuncannybalth, I’m sure there is more of you but I haven’t spoken to anyone else in so long lmao. If we’ve chatted and you write and you want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[isolationstreet]

Why do u resent scriddler? Jw

ive made a few posts about it before and let me just say im not a scarecrow expert and ive never actually played the arkham games im coming at this from the perspective of a die hard oswald cobblepot fan who’s otp is ed/oswald in the comic universe so take what i say with a grain of salt 

in the time ive spent in this fandom it seems to me the most popular ship by a lot seems to be scriddler if you dont count gotham’s nygmobblepot if you look at ao3 there are 161 scriddler fics before gotham there was 23 nygmobblepot has 639 before gotham and oswald was skinny there was only 1 and too this day that remains the only comicverse fic on there and as far as i know on here there is still only one person actively writing comic verse on here and not posting it to ao3 and that kinda screams fatphobia to me but thats an argument for a different time   

and another thing that bugs me about it is that again im not a jonathan expert but they dont actually seem all that close outside of fan art and fan fiction most of the audio’s ive heard of them interacting in the game were mostly just kinda rude and the comics they also dont seem close? while ed and os have pretty much always been super close especially in batman 66 and comics through the 2000′s up till the new 52 i know theyre not close in the games though

but another thing is i see a lot of posts that just kinda irk me a lot like i saw a post a while ago that said something a long the lines of “scriddler works so well because i think jonathan is the only person who could actually intellectually match ed” and i just got so upset as an oswald fan because its not the case at all and dosent match up with canon??? the amount that people understimate oswald’s intelligence because hes not ed and dosent have a doctorate like jon or harley never ceases to amaze me like look at this panel from gotham underground and try to tell me that jonathan crane is the only person that is on ed’s level again

i like the ship but i also let a lot of stuff get under my skin