#i was going to post the wip but then i got embarrassed 😂

[lindalofbroome]

01 - Introduction

what if anime but lyn designs what then

[alienoresimagines]

For the WIP Guessing Game!!! Do you perchance have anything with “beautiful,” “sky,” or “together”?👀

Hiii ❤️I do have all three words actually! Can I yell Bingo? 😂 Though cheating a tad bit because the "beautiful" snippet has already been posted in a tag game some time last week but it's the only time beautiful happens in any of my current WIPs 😅

From "And When You Get A Taste, Can You Tell Me What's My Flavor"

Again, warmth floods his cheeks and his lips twitch uncontrollably into a smile that he tries to hide behind his hand, the knot in his chest loosening. Fighting had admittedly been a stupid thing to do but the way his heart soars at the idea of John standing up for him like it is his god-given duty to almost make him forget that, instead melting a bit more against John’s side. John grins wider and ducks his head closer to Gale’s face with a conspiratory glint in his eyes.

“And you’ve got a goddamn beautiful swing, Buck. Boxing champion worthy,” John grins, eyes crinkling around a sparkle of mirth.

--

It’s out of tune because of course it is, but Gale wouldn’t have it any other way, especially not when he can hear John’s glee with every too-high note. He doesn’t join in, content to merely bask in John’s happiness that warms him up from the inside out like it’s his own. Then John’s whistling fades to nothing as the man leans his head back to look at the sky and its gleaming stars, not making Gale’s task of walking them any easier but John’s pursed lips are enough to tell him the other is in deep thought so he doesn’t protest, merely squeezes his hand around John’s waist in warning when they pass a bump in the road. Silence lingers for a few seconds more before John takes a deep breath, then another, quieter, like he’s pondering each of his words.

From the Christmas Wota Event WIP (aka sort of Harry Potter AU in which John and Gale go to the Yule Ball together because I'm soft for Bucky asking Gale to be his date and for some good ol' friends to lovers)

“This ball thing only happens, what? Once every century? You should go with someone you really like- someone you want to share that special experience with,” he’s quick to add, noticing the way Marge opens her mouth in protest. 

“You’re a sweetheart, Gale,” she smiles, looking at him with soft eyes until he squirms, hiding more of his face under his blue scarf to escape the knowing glint in her eyes. Then she must decide to save him from his growing embarrassment because she straightens up, no longer leaning on the wooden rail, and nods resolutely.

“Let’s make a deal then. The ball’s next week. If in 5 days neither of us has a date, we’ll go together.”

Thank you for the ask 🥹❤️

[prismaticpichu]

For the fics WIP game: I think I know a little about some of these... might I ask more about Degradation? :o

You absolutely can!!!! 💕

~

So! Original name of this multichap is “Watch It Spread.” It was up for a little bit before I realized (at the time!) that the writing was a little choppy, and I never quite got back to it. But who knows what the future might hold!

Tho that’s prolly not the near future lmao, so lemme post as much as I remember from the outline! 😂❤️

• Starts with Zack & Seph in the science department, having been called down to deal with a loose monster that’s wreaking havoc. This “monster” turns out to be an Angeal clone, the likes of which Zack has difficulty killing—and, after hesitating to put Buster Sword through its heart, the clone slashes Zack across the arm, the fresh blood on its claws seeping into his open wound. Sephiroth kills the clone in retaliation; little is thought of the injury, save for Sephiroth comforting his rattled best friend and assuring him that their most tumultuous struggles are in the past.

Zack's heart sank. "I'm sorry, bud..."

Surprised, Sephiroth gazed at the boy, digesting the earnest echo of his apology. "It's over now," he said sincerely, the first thing that came to his mind. And it was: old friends, old stings, old betrayal… Sickness. Loss. Pain. It was all behind them, echoes of another era. Sephiroth's eyes softened as he returned his hand to Zack's shoulder. "You're my priority now."

A slow, touched smile danced on Zack's lips, something in his heart sparking with warmth—if not embarrassment, of all things.

Sephiroth nodded, straightening from the floor with an almost punctuated air. "Come," he said. "Let's go home.”

• In the following days, once the incident seems to fade into an innocuous scar, Zack’s personality begins to shift. He begins to feel more irritable, volatile. Different. Lashing out at small things from Cloud & Kunsel & even Aerith, refusing to go on missions for reasons he can’t quite explain. Everything just feels… off. And, one particular day, sitting in the office beside his friend, he hits his limit with Sephiroth. Kind questions of concern turn into screaming accusations—until, finally, Sephiroth roars at Zack to get out of his office. That he doesn’t want to seen him again until he pulls himself together. And it’s only then, walking through the rain in the heart of the city, that Zack snaps out of it. He realizes everything that he’s done over the past few days—all the horrible things he’s said, all the horrible venom that he’s spewed. He has pushed his friends away; he has severed all his relationships, had made them degrade and rot. And now he was alone. Zack breaks into a quiet sob, curling into himself in a deserted alleyway. And it’s then that, suddenly, amid his regret and anguish, that he hears a gentle voice calling out to him.

It’s Sephiroth.

Zack rushes into his friend’s arm in a teary apology; Sephiroth holds him close and apologizes back. After reconciling, they return to Sephiroth’s apartment, where Zack spends the remainder of the night. And it’s then that Zack discovers the wound on his shoulder hasn’t healed, and began to start bleeding again.

• Other signs lead Zack & Sephiroth to deduce that Zack is degrading: slight skin discoloration, flu-ish symptoms, and even a strand of silver hair laced between the black. Zack begins to freak out at the realization; Sephiroth tries his best to remain calm, although knowing deep down the fate that looms on the horizon. With Hollander gone—and Sephiroth refusing to leave Zack in Hojo’s hands, he is left on his own to find a cure. Meanwhile, Zack condition worsens, his mood swings becoming more apparent as he struggles to control the anger that keeps bubbling to the surface. He tries to go about his missions as swiftly as possible, but he is getting slower. Weaker. One mission, however, Seph is assigned to investigate and search Modeoheim. Investigate and search it alone. Yet in his burgeoning concern for Zack, he takes him along with him.

Not the bessssst idea.

• Tensions flare at the scene where Angeal was killed. Bubbling accusations and scabbed-over hatred rise to the surface again, all centered around the true cause and causer of Angeal’s death. Zack, his mind fogged by the sickness, reverts to old poison and blames Sephiroth for it all. Seph tries to reason with his friend, trying to calm him down, but his attempts prove futile. Zack will not listen to a word being spoken, as if he cannot hear hear them at all. Tensions escalating fast, Zack suddenly draws his blade, the likes of which he aims at Sephiroth with violent intent. Accusations continued to be volleyed—one after another—until finally, unable to take it anymore, Sephiroth roars that he was not the one to drive his blade through Angeal. This pushes Zack to charge at his best friend.

• Sephiroth is horrified, but forced to deflect nonetheless, trying over and over again to get Zack to yield. Like before, his attempts don’t work. Zack won’t listen; he won’t stop swinging his blade with deadly, famished intent. And it’s then that Sephiroth is forced to take extreme measures—to use his last resort. To do the only thing he believes will end this.

So, as Zack skids back, ready to charge again, Sephiroth does it.

He drops his blade.

He charges forward.

He charges right into Zack’s line of fire.

And he pulls him into an embrace.

"...Zack..." Sephiroth murmured, his voice rattling against the frigid air. "I love you."

• As the man hoped, his heartfelt plea to reach his friend does the trick, and the veil of degradation is lifted once more. Zack sinks into his friend’s arms and apologizes profusely, horrified for having repeated history, but Sephiroth assures him that it’s not his fault. Upon returning to Midgar, Zack’s condition worsens at a rapid rate. He falls bedridden and practically immobile, his hair almost completely silver over the coming days and hardly able to muster the energy to move. He asks if he’s gonna die; Sephiroth cannot answer.

• It’s finally then that Sephiroth storms into Hojo’s lab and demands to know what he can do to save Zack. The scientist initially mocks Sephiroth, claiming that this is a blessing and he’ll finally be rid of Zack forever. He claims that Zack, since he was not initially infused with G-Cells, will not grow a wing and simply lose his strength, but will indeed die due to the instability. He then cackles—to which Sephiroth loses his patience. He draws Masamune and threatens the man’s life should he not tell Zack what the cure is. Pinned to the wall, seeing Seph’s grave seriousness, Hojo does finally relent. He tells him that Sephiroth’s blood itself is the cure, but he doesn’t get to elaborate as to why before Sephiroth demands a transfusion. Hojo explains with a hint of genuine concern that due to the advanced state of the disease, a dangerous and potentially fatal amount of blood will be required. Sephiroth thinks back to a promise he made to always protect Zack, and he agrees regardless.

• The transfusion is done, with Zack barely conscious. It’s a success. However, upon waking up, cured of the disease, Zack detaches himself from the machinery and rushes over to his friend. Sephiroth does not stir. Zack tries over and over and over again to rouse his buddy—even under the screaming venom of Hojo, who roars that this is all his fault. Zack, completely distraught and engulfed by guilt, wraps his arms around him and apologizes for everything. He apologizes for Angeal, he apologizes for Genesis, he apologizes for failing his mission. He apologizes for ever entering his life at all.

• And it’s then, with those words uttered, that Sephiroth finally lets out a small mumble of consciousness. No sir—it’s not a magical tear that revives him, but the overhearing of the most cherished person in his life wishing that he never entered it. Sephiroth, still hazy, creaks his eyes open to an incredulous Zack. And he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“You… are the best part of it.”

• There’s a tearful reunion as Sephiroth climbs further into consciousness. He’s still a little shaky, but Hojo affirms that he’ll be alright—the likes of which he says with a little more relief than one might expect. And it’s then that, now with Zack in the clear, Sephiroth asks why his “blood” worked. Hojo goes on to unfurl everything about the Jenova project: from the implantation to the cells to the motherly monster itself. It’s a lot of information dumped at once, a lot of spears and lies and crushing weight all sandwiched between a single horrific speech.

And yet, with his arms still wrapped around his friend, who is safe and sound and out of the grasp of a deadly disease, Sephiroth finds himself feeling something that seems almost too fantastical to believe.

He’s grateful for it.

He’s grateful for the project; he’s grateful for the cells; he’s grateful for somehow having the healing ability to save his dying friend, because that’s all that matters to him.

He is alright.

Annnnnnd that’s basically where the story comes to an end—at least from what I remember from my outline!!! Obv there’s huge chunks missing, and the gaps in the plot definitely need to be filled in with some more characters and explanation. What about Nibelheim?? What about Genesis?? What about Cloud and the other friends?? Well… the answer is that I never really got there xD BUT! I’m not abandoning this story idea, and don’t ever plan to. So who knows! Maybe it’ll make a comeback sometime down the road <333

Tysm for your interest!!!! ❤️ And sorry for the LONG response 😂

[paperbackribs]

I AM HERE FOR THE WIP THINGY FOR “Timetravel Steddie”!!!! ♥️

he he he so timetravel steddie in my wip folder is Copper Boy, but I like not having a proper name for it as I work on it, I suppose? if it’s less official then I’m more likely to write because I’m less intimidated. But I’m having such a blast with this fic that I have to thank you, Finn, for asking, because I. am. desperate. to share more. 😂

Warning: not exactly spoilers of Copper Boy since we know the endgame is steddie, but the snippet is from a chapter still weeks away from posting.

“This is nice,” he admits.

It's peaceful amongst the maple and birch trees with the dappled light rippling playfully across the forest floor. Steve points to a puddle at the base of a bare blackberry bush; a small blue jay dips its head in and out of the water, vigorously shaking with spray erupting from around its body. It’s adorable and Eddie smiles.

Steve squeezes his hand and leads him onwards, “I always wanted to share it with you.” He pauses, “That sounds weird, doesn’t it? Like this is my woods, even though it’s your backyard.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head gently, “My closest connection to nature is the bench I deal at. I like the idea of it all in theory, but I usually end up with my pants full of ants and bitten to all hell by mosquitoes. I’ve also been known to trip on air, so a woodland ground littered with sticks and rocks is bound to take me down eventually.”

Steve laughs, pulling a vibrant green leaf off a birch tree to fiddle with it in his free hand. “Like the time you rammed nose first into the gym wall?”

Eddie gapes. “You saw that? No one saw that.”

“It was a bit hard to miss, Eddie,” Steve says wryly. “You had bright red blood streaming down your face. To be honest, I was going to offer to take you to the nurse’s office, but you ran out so fast that I left you to it.

A blush of embarrassment spreads across his face, “So everyone saw that.”

Steve draws Eddie to a stop, brushing a knuckle down his hot cheeks, “No, I’m pretty sure that I was the only one looking.”

Eddie searches Steve’s eyes, finding affection and a touch of heat that causes the back of his neck to prickle. “Yeah, like something you see?”

Steve steps forward, which makes Eddie inexplicably feel the need to move back. He retreats a fraction and Steve’s eyes narrow. “Eddie,” he says prowling closer and Eddie backs away with a larger movement.

“Yeah, Steve?” Eddie asks breathlessly, feeling his body tense, muscles almost quivering with the tension filling them.

“You have ten seconds,” Steve says deeply, his words a rumble Eddie can almost feel in his chest. Electric tension crackles in the air, sparking the pounding of Eddie’s heartbeat, each thud growing louder, faster, and more insistent. He stands frozen in the mounting pressure until Steve starts to count.

“Nine, eight…”

The dam breaks and Eddie darts away, the tall trees that surround them blurring as a surge of adrenalin propels his legs across the ground with reckless speed. He can’t hear anything over the pulse pounding in his head, but he imagines the heavy tread of Steve’s steps behind him, a powerful thumping that matches the heat in his blood.

Steve’s breath pants into Eddie’s hair making Eddies fingers and toes curl, “Got you.”

The thrill of pursuit fizzes through him, filling Eddie with a radiant exultation, laughter breathlessly spilling from his open mouth. His flight is dizzying anticipation and playful freedom.

Just as Eddie giddily thinks that perhaps he is too fast, even for Steve, he is tackled from behind; Steve wrapping a quick arm around his middle, the strong band redirecting his flight forward to spin him around in mid-air and back down onto the ground again.

Eddie wiggles like he’s trying to get away, causing Steve to laugh breathlessly. “None of that,” he commands, spinning Eddie to back him up against a broad tree trunk. Strands of Steve’s bronze hair has fallen over his face, his cheeks ruddy with exertion, and excitement high in his expression. Eddie wants to lick him all over.

“You still trying to get away from me, huh?” Steve says, voice dropping to gravel as he runs his eyes over Eddie’s panting mouth and heaving chest.

“Why? Worried you can’t catch me?” Eddie lightly taunts.

Steve’s eyes turn dark, the hint of heat in his gaze flickering higher, reaching the heights of wildfire. Eddie shivers in the thrill of prey tempting predator that crackles through his body. The tension only twists tighter as Steve leans in with slow deliberation, he draws the tip of his strong nose firmly across Eddie’s cheek, his breath hot in Eddie’s ear, “I think I’d always be able to find you, Eddie. No matter where you are.”

[m-m-m-myysurana]

Tag game time!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Ok so straight up I am NOT going to be tagging the number of people that I have WIPs cause I don't want to count them and embarrass myself further... Also I'm sort of cheating cause I'm sticking to stuff I've got synced online cause I'm sleepy and can't be bothered turning on my computer 😂

Thanks to @maythedreadwolftakeyou for calling me out. At least I know I'm not quite as bad as you 😘

Sorting these by ship cause that's mostly how they're sorted in my folders:

Eira/Lucanis 

Shopping List

Much needed rest

Crow with a conscience

It is done

First Talon's First Lady (part 3)

Prove it to me

Caterina Conspiracy fic

Rookanis Scraps

AKA Rook

Solas and Eira

Neria/Zev

A Beginning

Blurring Lines

The Crossing

Envy

Amell Family 

Simpler times

Inquisition Era

Forgotten

New Life

Kotallo/Aloy

You wouldn't understand (I love you)

Jealous

A Restless Marshall

The night we met

Thane/Shepard

Stolen Memories, Stolen Moments

A second chance

Confessions

First kiss

Letters in the void

Memorial

Only Human

Turn me down

Too late

I also have a criminal number of files that are just called "Untitled Document" in all of these folders because I am hopeless.... One day I will have to actually open those and find out what on earth they are.

Aaaaand idk if it counts here but I also have a shittone of files in my folder labelled "Visual Novel Project," which is pretty much my only original project of note... but I cannot upload the file names just in case I DO ever get around to finishing it 😂

Tagging @dmonfoxfire @aubergion @heniareth @oganneb 💖 and that is all for now cause I'm tired and can't think of usernames 😌

[explorersaremadeofhope]

Ahem! So for the Fan Fic Writer Asks: 2, 3, 5, 10, 12, 17 (hehehehe), 25, 26 (hahaha), 27 and 29! 😇

[guy grabbing startled cat meme] YOU!

okay, fiiiiiine (thank you 😂💖)

2. Do you read/reread your own fics? honestly, not that much? it depends a little on how i feel about them. if i'm satisfied with them, i might. but often rereading my own stuff makes me realise there's a bunch of small stuff i would like to change with hindsight, so it's easier not to. 😂

3. What's your favorite fic that you've written? damn. i guess it might be some of my earliest terror stuff, anchor up to me or and stay awhile. personally i don't really... have favourites very much, i see good bits and flawed bits in everything, but those were fun to write and people were extremely kind about them when i posted them, so that was a lot of fun overall!

5. What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write? so many. most of them, probably. that said i don't like to fully give up on an idea! but i have several fitzier gdocs sitting around that'll never go anywhere, including: half-epistolary modern au where jfj sends postcards to francis from around the world (initially to annoy him) over years while francis dates, gets engaged to, then splits up with sophia, and james globetrots to avoid his own loneliness, until they gradually become friends and then get together

rest of these under a cut, god damn

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? not really, i think. or if so, only positively. i've gotten some super lovely comments on some of my fics, and i never really expect that, so it's always a happy surprise. and a couple of them have got podfic, which is also absolutely wild to me.

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP/s? sorry, no! i have a shittonne of character playlists, but i don't tend to make playlists for fics!

17. - already answered!

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing? actually, no! i don't think that's ever happened. but i don't tend to write very heavy angst either.

26. Is there something you've written that you would never want your family to see? i mean.. most of it? don't get me wrong, my mum is great and knows that i've written fanfiction since i was a teenager, but the idea of showing anyone in my family my writing is embarrassing as hell lmao, that shit's private

29. Share a bit from a fic you'll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. rip, there are so many to choose from. here's some disembodied angst of james ross missing his boyfriend!

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he steps outside and tilts his face up into the chill breeze. the night is clear, the air sharp with a late january cold snap. overhead, millions of pinheads of light flicker and twinkle against the black, occasionally winking out of existence as a cloud drifts across the heavens, carried by winds far stronger than the gentle stirring of air which cools his cheeks. the grounds are quiet, deep and dark and still in the early evening. a dusting of snow covers everything. it is new, and as yet unbroken by any human tread, reflecting the light of the moon like a fresh sheet of paper. against it the leafless trees and the shadows cast by the light streaming from the windows behind him are black as pitch. 

his hands soon begin to ache – he has not brought his gloves. he puts them into his pockets. it is not terribly cold – when he glanced at it, the thermometer which he has had mounted beside the window read 23 degrees. unusual for england, certainly, but not true cold. nothing to speak of, really. his feet begin to go numb in his shoes, but it is not too bad; not yet. 

idly, he picks out orion, then auriga, following it down into taurus. canis major, half hidden by a tree, is yet easy, sirius clear as a beacon. turning toward the north, there is ursa major, then the northern cross – cassiopeia takes him a few moments, but he finds it at last, almost directly overhead. 

are we looking at the same stars? 

they’ll be up all night and all day, now, these same constellations; circling tirelessly about the central axis, never dipping from sight.

“i say, what on earth are you doing out here?” 

[khalaris]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Ooh lots of fun questions, thank you @justhugsplz for tagging me <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

61,430 which is absolutely mind-boggling to me. And of those about 45k are Tatort Wien. Which I started writing exactly one year ago. For comparison, I've been writing fanfic for over 20 years and until I fell into Tatort fandom in 2021 I'd posted less than 3k in total.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Exclusively Tatort Wien at the moment. If I ever manage to peek my head out of that particular rabbit hole, I might get back to some Münster WIPs. Not in the near future, though :D

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Aufgeben -> Der Anruf -> Die Welt in unseren Händen -> Bordsteingespräche -> Loslassen

Haha, Tatort Münster with a little sprinkle of Wien. I don't usually sort by kudos, so it's a bit surprising to see Die Welt in unseren Händen rank so high. Well, high in a range between 75 and 34. That's just how it is in small fandoms :D

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

Yes, always. Sometimes it takes a while to get to it. But I always want to take the time and energy to write a proper response, because a) if someone else took the time and energy to tell me how they feel about my story, the least I can do is tell them how much I appreciate them commenting. and b) A comment always feels like the start of a conversation to me. I remember the long comment/discussion threads under fanfic on Livejournal and I miss the community of that. Nowadays it often feels like there's this growing gulf between author and reader, probably because of the current content creator/consumer culture that does little to invite equality or discussion.

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

Silence, a Torchwood CoE fic about John Frobisher's last moments.

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

Bordsteingespräche. I'm really proud of how everything came together in the end in that one :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, thankfully never.

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

If you'd asked me that a month ago, I would have said no. But recently I kind of got over my terminal embarrassment at even trying to write anything smutty. I haven't posted anything yet, but there's several fics/chapters in the works. Tbh I don't find vanilla sex interesting and most of the usual kinks in fanfic are either squicks or a snooze-fest to me. The stuff that I am writing is either weirdly specific kink or just downright unsexy (which my characters are having a frankly outrageous amount of fun with atm, bless them).

I'm a bit hesitant to put any real smut in a fic that isn't actually primarily about the smut. I fear enough people might be put off by that, so hardly anyone would end up reading it then. Bit of a stupid fear to have, perhaps, but still...

(Yes, I know, I should just get over it and simply write and post whatever the hell I want 😅)

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

I've had a lot of crossover ideas over the years, but the only thing I've ever written was an MCU/Agents of Shield thingie I hacked out during NaNoWriMo a couple of years ago. Let's be honest, that combination is the least crazy crossover of all time and hardly counts as a crossover at all. Like 99% of the stuff I've ever written during NaNo, it's completely horrible, unfinished and should never see the light of day again.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've translated Bordsteingespräche myself, but was very unhappy with the result, which is why it's unavailable at the moment. It's going to get reworked at some point.

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

Many many years ago, when the world was still young and some of you not yet born 😂, the lovely @hope-calaris and I cooked up a tentative plot for a rather ambitious Star Trek: Voyager fanfic. We didn't end up writing that one, but later co-wrote a CSI: Miami one with someone else iirc and I believe there might have been a 4400 (?) fic, also. Due to depression, my memory of that time is hazy at best, though, so it's possible that I'm missing or misremembering things there.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Didn't expect this question to be so difficult to answer, but is kinda is... 🙈 I guess any combination of my 3 Tatort Wien blorbos. Apart from that, Boerne/Thiel and Stephen Strange/Tony Stark are ships I can always come back to.

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

The aforementioned MCU/AoS time-travel epic.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, especially banter-y dialogue. And editing sentences/paragraphs for maximum impact (when I take the time to do it)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action. What characters are doing, how they're moving, getting them from A to B and so on. Ugh.

External conflict. I despise conflict in real life and find it extremely difficult to write. You won't find an antagonist in any of my current stories or wips. And when I do write conflict between characters, that's always rooted in their internal conflicts and mostly the result of them not communicating properly.

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

It's very hard to do right. Translations in footnotes are annoying and leave me confused while reading. Translations in brackets behind the dialogue also annoying and missing the point of having different-language dialogue in the first place. It can be good when the author puts enough context there that you can get the gist of what is being said without needing an actual translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

X-Files. There's probably some 23-year old notebooks in the back of a drawer somewhere at my mom's house that have fanfic snippets mixed with homework assignments.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oof, that's another difficult one. I have several that are favourites for different reasons.

Bordsteingespräche for the sheer joy and ease with which it was written.

Kaputt for how much of my heart and soul I'm putting into it.

Die Welt in unseren Händen, because after twenty years of trying and failing I am now finally writing an epic long-form multi-chapter fanfic and I have so many plans and ideas for it. I cannot put into words just how wild that is. And I simply adore this version of my favourite characters.

No-pressure tagging @carlomenzinger, @kathastrophen and @all-my-worlds-a-stage if you want to :)

[jev-urisk]

Heeyyy :> I would like the biggest infodump on Kazimier you have pls. All the details.

A 💋Kazimier💋 infodump?!? Oh goodness, where do I start 😵‍💫 (Also thank you for asking!). I'm going dump a few favorite things, if I try to dump it all in one Imma be typing instead of feeding myself today 😂

(He's tagged #7c kazi on everything I've posted on him so far if you're somehow thirsty for more after this)

💋Who:

Kazimier (Kashj-meer), an OC for my story 7 Circles

He's not sure what his parents named him, but as a kid he had this Cashmere sweater that acted as his safety blanket and eventually 'brat in the Cashmere sweater' became 'hey Cashmere'. He decided on the spelling when he learned to read/write.

💋What:

Shapeshifter Incubus Hybrid.

Genderfuid (pronouns based on appearance).

On the asexual spectrum.

Just shy of 6 feet tall.

Very likely autistic.

A bastard.

(Feel free to hit me w/specific what questions cuz this can get real outta hand)

💋Where:

He's not sure where he was born, but he's been in Du’Preve as long as he can remember.

Du'Preve is the 4th and final district of the Halkyon Empire. It's a place that's big and abrasive like New York, full of sleezy entertainment like Las Vegas, and is a trashy dupsterfire like the Jersey turnpike.

Du'Preve is home to vampires, gorgons, gargoyles, litches, and hybrids. Collectively they're called Du'Preve'd, darklings, 4th class, nightcrawlers, or just 'lowers'.

But recently he got caught by the govt system and shipped out to District 1 🫶 sucks to suck.

💋When/history:

I don't want to give up tooooo much. 🤔Hmm. He's almost 300yrs old. No clue who his parents were but was a cute kid who found means to shelter himself. A couple centuries and a lot of trauma later and he's a calculating distrustful member of the criminal underground willing to do whatever it takes to avoid revisiting the past.

💋Why (did I make him?):

The thought for my wip 7 Circles began during quarantine 2020. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and when my school semester ended my skin was crawling with creativity that didn't have an outlet. So I gave in and downloaded tiktak.

Im a drag persormer/cosplayer and ended up on the side of the app where folks collaborate on settings and interact in-character as their ocs to create a story. I joined as my OC Kazimier and not long after, I began interacting with the charming, dark-eyed OC, 'Klaus Calvaire'. We started messaging to plot story collabs.. then started messaging just to say hi.. then messaged our lives to one another.

This witty, handsome, well-written person was flattering me enough by collaborating so much with me- then they fell in love with me, moving 1000s of miles to live life alongside me. I'm humbled every morning that I'm dating the mind behind my internet crush, and we share whispers about our ocs as we hold one another each night.

The og tag group splintered, the clock app is no longer great for my brain, but Kazimier and Klaus are still going on adventures alongside me and my unlikely lover, 4yrs and over 100k words later. ❤️

💋How (did he come to be?):

Personality was originally based on what I thought would be interesting to write, but then I accidentally added chemical X (my truma) and ended up with a bastard.

As for his looks.. they're based off my drag performance style/makeup🫣. Like.. he was a cosplay before he was really a character. It's embarrassing and strange and delightful all at once that this mf kinda looks like me. 😳

Soooooo, Yeah! He's my most developed blorbastard so there's a lot more, but I'll leave the rest for more asks. If you have further q's feel free to send them!

Hope this wasn't too much of an overload lol if you made it this far thank you so so much, I hope the muses bless your wip 🙏

[aintgonnatakethis]

tell me about aliens made them do it and what big teeth you have pls + ty <3

Thanks for the ask! 😄

What Big Teeth You Have

@judgeverse and I were talking about an idea they were thinking of writing, with Telford as a werewolf! It wormed its way into my brain and I had to get the opening scene out of me, even if I was never going to post it because it was their idea. So I go into it with the outlook of possibly using being a werewolf as an allegory for queerness (extremely very much NOT in the JKR style!) But I got towards the end of the scene and I'm torn between the humour and the crack of where I've found myself. Werewolves can go loaf-mode too! 😂

Something about that struck Rush as very much not an answer, but he didn't have time to refute it as the sound of boots coming down a neighbouring corridor reached their ears. Young twisted at the waist, keeping one hand on Telford's back and grabbing for a blanket with the other. Rush watched with something akin to fascination as Telford tucked his paws beneath his body and sank to the floor, allowing Young to throw the blanket over him. What they ended up with was something that was vaguely rectangular, as long as you didn't come at it from the wrong angle. Or look too closely.

Aliens made them do it - tw: noncon, nsfw text, kink

Sometime last year I got a request for Rush dominating Young. I ended up filling it with a consensual OT3 fic, but the classic 'aliens made them do it' trope was where my brain first went and I made a bunch of notes before getting distracted. Rush and Young are kidnapped by aliens, who deem Young to be the more, uh… virile of the two of them and go about this by hooking him up to a milking machine to 'extract genetic material'. 👍 Rush doesn't notice a great deal while it's going on other than being terrified he'll be next and making sure they don't injure Young, but he thinks back on it after all is said and done and realises how NOT terrified Young was... In fact, he puts two and two together and comes to the conclusion that Young was guiltily enjoying being tied up and dominated. A gap in my notes as to how the fuck he approaches Young and convinces him, but it leads to them fucking proper with Rush in full Dom Mode. Here's one of the few pieces I've got written that isn't pure filth.

"Rush?" he heard Young say. "Rush!" The man was craning his head to the side in an attempt to get eyes on him. "Just stay quiet, okay?" Rush almost sneered at the self-sacrificing attitude, pathetic in its predictability, only he didn't want to be subjected to the same treatment that Young was currently suffering. If he could fade into the background and not draw attention to himself, what were the odds they'd leave him unmolested? If their positions were reversed Young would assuredly not stay quiet and meek, he knew, which made him feel a mixture of condemnation for the stupidity it would require and embarrassment because Young would be brave and Rush wanted to be that but he wanted to survive more.

WIP game

[jellyfishjuliet]

20 Questions for Writers

i was tagged by cousin @radioactive-earthshine

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

175 published works! I do not count any WIPs, outlines, notes scratched longhand, or random shitposts I make on the tunglr because that's another 1700+ 😂😂😂

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

According to my stats page.... 1,218,398. So 1.2 million+ words published since maybe 2010. Everything prior to 2010 was deleted because I was super embarrassed of what I used to write 😭

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I follow my heart so my AO3 is basically my fixation chart in real-time. Way too many specific fandoms to count, but in terms of medium: I write for a lot of manga fandoms, used to write kpop fanfiction as a kid, still write kdrama fanfiction whenever something catches my eye, and of course comic books and wrestling. I also have a handful of fanfics for books.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Shadow Dance (Captain America/Avengers movies) Sometimes Love Starts in the Bed [Or that One Week Kamui Tried His Parents' Approach at Romance] (Gintama manga) To the Rhythm of His Love (Black Clover manga) Tere Liye, Hum Hain Jiye (Black Clover manga) Red Bangles, Black Anklets (Naruto manga)

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

I love responding to comments!! It makes me feel special lmao 😂

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

Ephemeral (Hunter x Hunter manga). I basically wrote the ending for the Dark Continent arc (since it's unlikely it'll ever get finished), and sank the boat and all its passengers while making my OTP end up together in heaven after they both died 😂😂😂

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

Leoht Unfæger (Beyond Evil kdrama). Basically wrote a novella repairing my ship's relationship that the kdrama had done serious damage to. They got married in the end even though one half went to jail for contributing to the other half's sister's demise. Oh, and the same guy who went to jail also used to bang the sister 😂😂😂

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Regularly! I'm pretty vocal about my likes and dislikes, and many times, by behavior has invited demons into me house. During my Black Clover fandumbing days, a crackhead used to make it their mission to leave hateful comments on my fics. I don't delete them however. Most of the time it makes me laugh bc you can figure out the speech patterns and tag exactly who it is that wrote it. I like to think ten years down the line, they'll look back on their clownery and let the shame eat them alive.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes!

10. Do you write crossovers?

It depends! During my kpoppie days, I did a crossover of my favorite band and one of my favorite kdramas, and never finished it (even though I have the ending outlined on paper). It really depends on the fandoms and if I find synergy between them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Probably lol, but not that I know of. I grew up during the asianfanfics days, and used to post fanfiction on other sites before I got an AO3 account. It was not uncommon to see fanfiction stolen from LJ and other sites that were then posted to asianfanfics, which had a notorious plagiarism issue.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have three in circulation in the Russian language, and one that was translated into Chinese!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope, unless RPing during the third grade on Naruto forums counts as collaborating on fanfic 😂😂😂

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

It changes every day bc I am dynamic and go with me heart. But also note, for some of my favorite ships, I've either never written fanfiction for, or it's no longer available cuz I done deleted it, so I'll just note my CURRENT haunts (which may or may not be decades old... sad 😂).

Comic books: Jon Kent/Jay Nakamura, Bart Allen/Kon El

Manga: Asta/Liebe, Jack the Ripper/Yami Sukehiro

Who knows what I will like tomorrow.... I certainly don't 🤪

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Smallville Earth 2 post-canon fic outline I've had sitting in my drafts for over ten years....... Inshallah one of these days, but I sincerely doubt it 😂😂😂

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Building dread, purple prosing, and writing the saddest sadz before giving folks the happy ending. I'm also a slowburn maestro. Love horror, but usually end up writing more romance than plain horror LOL 👽

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

I be overthinking shit, or I be outlining something and saying I'm finna write it but then I don't because I end up getting distracted by something else. I have a Prison Playbook kdrama fic outline that's nineteen pages long that I will never write out bc I got distracted by ANOTHER kdrama. I have OCD but that shit apparently has no impact on my publication goals 😭

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

Love it! I'm fluent in multiple languages, so I love peppering in different languages in my fanfics, and regularly borrow from Hindi and Arabic language songs, poems, and other media to title fics. Maybe 30% of my fanfiction is inspired by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan songs. It do be like that sometimes djhfgdfgdf

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I genuinely don't remember anymore, it has been SO long. All I DO know is that I deleted it all because I was an embarrassed baby and really wish I hadn't. It can be anything between the following fandoms: Yugioh, X-Men comics, Bleach, Smallville, some variant of old teen movies, etc. I seriously don't remember which one, but ONE of them. lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

All of them. I bleed words. I be rereading my own fanfiction like they're the hottest novels on the stands. I try to read other fanfiction when the mood strikes, but I myself am my target audience, so I be writing things that I know I'm gonna reread years down the line. For example, my HxH fanfics are still my favorite fanfics from the fandom cuz nobody else was writing Hisoka/true!form!Bisky, and few people were dedicated to Melody/Kurapika. I'm a narcissist 👽👽👽

[stevethehairington]

WIP WORD SEARCH

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

this post might be a long one because i was tagged by @pizzaqueen and @sidekick-hero so i got two sets of words to answer!! thank you both for the tag, this one is SO fun!!

My words were: trip, bag, shirt, sigh, light (from queenie) and help, lips, night, down, hand (from sandy)

TRIP

Steve sees him in the morning. Spends the early hours of the morning drinking him in, holding onto every look, every touch, every word. They go with Robin to the local diner for a pancake breakfast of champions, and Robin insists on paying for Eddie’s meal — her parting gift to him. Steve, on the other hand, gets Eddie an actual gift. Nothing much, just a little basket of his favorite road trip snacks for the bus — Hostess Ding Dongs and those individual mini boxes of cereal, fruit snacks and Doritos, a couple of Whatchamacallits, a box of Milk Duds, a packet of Twizzlers, a six pack of Mountain Dew.

(from a lil something i have dubbed "eddie leaves" 👀)

BAG

Refraining from scoffing and letting a bitchy comment roll off his tongue, Steve just swats her hand away and takes a step back. Robin opens her mouth to say something else about it, maybe crack another joke at its expense, but Steve doesn’t give her the chance. He turns on his heel and starts to head back towards where he parked the car. The handle of her bag is still in his hand, and he takes it with him because even though she’s actively insulting him, he’s still a perfect gentleman. He won’t sink to her level.

(from my mustache steve fic!)

SHIRT

“I smell like an onion,” Eddie laughs, trailing after Steve into his bedroom. He pinches the front of his shirt between two fingers and tugs it away from his chest. Follows up with a showy, dramatic sniff, then wrinkles his nose. “Should’ve made you cut the damn thing,” he laments, shaking his head.

(from my pwp ring fic; "shirt" showed up 5 times so far lol so i picked the first one!)

SIGH

Only Steve had failed to take into account just how central hands were to the art of pizzamaking. And he hadn’t anticipated just how crazy seeing Eddie’s hands in action like that would make him feel. (Which, in hindsight, was a huge oversight on his part — it should have been obvious that his fixation on Eddie’s hands flying over the strings and frets of his precious guitar was more than just an appreciation of his talent and skill.)

(also from my pwp ring fic! i didn't actually have just sigh anywhere yet (which what!! how!!) so have sight (two times!), which is close enough 😂)

LIGHT

Eddie holds his left hand out in front of him, splaying his fingers wide. The lamp light glints off of the silver of his three gaudy rings, and Steve watches, captivated, as Eddie twists them loose from his knuckles and, one by one, guides each up and off of his fingers. He sets them in a neat little row on top of the nightstand, then flexes his bare fingers.

(another pwp ring fic snip!!)

HELP

Eddie kind of sort of wants to bite. Into what? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care, he’s not picky. Any of it will do. It’s embarrassing, how overwhelming the urge is, but fuck. He can’t help it.

(from my pre-s4 eddie watches steve swim fic!)

LIPS

He gets absolutely lost in the fantasy — Eddie holding himself above Steve, knees on either side of his thighs, with one ringed hand between Steve’s legs and the other gripping onto Steve’s hip, tight enough to leave a mark. A wicked grin on his face as he leans in close, presses his forehead to Steve’s while a string of low encouragements and dirty praises fall from his lips, pushing Steve closer and closer.

(pwp ring snip!)

NIGHT

It’s busy tonight, as it usually is on Friday evenings. Steve has to squeeze his way through the various parties surrounding the bar — people clinking their glasses together, laughing at the stories being shared, splitting classy charcuterie boards and plates of delicious looking curry fries (which Steve has on good authority are to die for. He makes a note to try and order some before he leaves). 

(from the wip currently dubbed "of all the gin joints"; this was the closest i got to just "night"!)

DOWN

And, sure, he’s an eccentric boy, but there’s nothin’ wrong with that either. He’s got interests, he’s got hobbies. He’s got worlds he can disappear to when this one gets to be too much. That’s good for him. It’s great. It means even though it’s tried, life hasn’t beaten him down just yet.

(from wayne pov 4!)

HAND

He relishes in the sweet slide of his palm, quick and ruthless now, but wishes that his hand was a little more rugged, a little more callused. Once he lets his eyes slip shut, though, it becomes all too easy to imagine the right hand in his place — Eddie’s hand. His thick fingers wrapped around Steve’s dick, rough palm squeezing, sliding, touching him just so.

(from pwp ring fic! i think this fic was the obvious choice to choose from, considering the hand and finger kink is a HUGE part of it skdfsd and also currently "hand" shows up 44 times 😂😂😂 enjoy 3 of those 44 in this paragraph alone lmaoo)

no pressure tagging: @withacapitalp @toburnup @riality-check @hexiewrites @maxineholtzmann @maxinemaxmayfield @harmonictechnicality @2btheanswertothequestion @fastcardotmp3 @cheatghost and anyone else who wants to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!

your words are: care, freckle, expect, long, and sweet

[verfound]

For the WIP Tag Game

I can't decide between Condumb Guy, Dingo's Shirts or Kim's New Hobby sooooo, whichever you want? 😆

🤣🤣🤣

Of course you'd ask about those. 😂 So. Ok. I'm a crafter, right? And I was looking through cross stitch patterns on Etsy, as you do, when I found one that said "I may look fine but deep down I don't remember any of my passwords". And it became this idea of Kim breaking his leg and Ondine begging Marinette to teach him a craft or something because he's driving her crazy (so he makes that for Max's office).

Dingo's Shirts is...so are you familiar with Critical Role? I've been watching some of their old campaigns while doing some of my end of school gifts. And I'll confess: I knew about Critical Role, but I had never actually watched any in depth before? So. Yeah. I was unprepared for Sam Riegel being Dingo personified. 😂 So YouTube has been throwing all these CR highlight reels at me, including one about Sam's shirt reveals? Specifically the ones with Matt's face on them.

And Dingo's Shirts is just...you know. Five Times Dingo put Luka's face on a shirt (and once Luka had a Dingo Shirt). Because Sam and Matt's dynamic is 100% Dingo and Luka in my head. 😂

As for Condumb Guy...

Ok. So it's been a couple of Weeks. I had to have a small surgery last week, and I got a pretty bad infection that made this week kind of unbearable, And I have been trying So Hard to get Condumb Guy wrapped up (...sorry 🤣) & posted, but my productivity has been low because of health. I'm hoping I can have it finished this weekend, but...

Remember Be Prepared? It's playing with the idea that Luka is the go-to guy for condoms, since he always has extra, except it leads to...misunderstandings...

He hadn’t thought…it was Ivan.  For one thing, Ivan and Mylène had been together so long Luka would have thought they’d be well past that stage in their relationship by now.  And even if they weren’t – because he got it, he wasn’t judging, every couple moved at their own speed and that was perfectly fine – but…it was Ivan.  People usually came to Luka because they couldn’t buy condoms themselves.  Their parents were too strict, or they didn’t want to trigger unwanted conversations, or they couldn’t risk being seen buying condoms in public, or they were just embarrassed.

But it was Ivan.

They were friends.

Had been for years.

He would have hoped…well.  He would have thought Ivan would have no problem walking into a store and buying his own, but if for whatever reason he couldn’t he would have hoped Ivan would have trusted him enough – would have been comfortable enough around him – to ask him without an issue.

…which he supposed was exactly what Ivan was doing now, but it was still weird to see his friend so…flustered about things.

“Ivan, man, I am so sorry,” he finally said, shaking his head as he stared numbly at his friend.  Ivan turned back to him, the smitten look on his face replaced by one of confusion, and Luka winced as he glanced back at Mylène.  “I’m…I’m all out.  Marinette…she needed them for…I gave her my last box.  I am so sorry, man.”

“…huh?” Ivan asked, his frown growing.  Luka groaned and slumped forward, burying his face in his hands.  He couldn’t believe this was happening…

“I can pick some more up tomorrow.  I just don’t have any tonight,” he said.  He didn’t want to look up and see the disappointment on Ivan’s face.  He’d been with Mylène so long, and if they’d been planning…he hoped tomorrow would be ok.  That he would have time to run out, get another box or two, and then meet up with Ivan somewhere and –

“I know,” Ivan said, and Luka’s mental spiral ground to a screeching halt.  Huh?  “Marinette got them for us.  She didn’t tell you?”

…for us?

There…there was an us?  With Marinette?  And Ivan?  As in Marinette and Ivan were Us?

…Marinette had said she’d needed them for a friend, but Luka wasn’t stupid.  He knew for a friend was always code for me but I’m a little embarrassed asking.

“I thought she had, man,” Ivan said, shaking his head.  Luka felt like a waterfall was roaring in his ears.  Had…had she?  He would remember if Marinette had said who her new guy was, right?  He would definitely remember if she’d said it was…Ivan?

…oh, God.  He was going to be sick.

“I’m so sorry.  I just wanted to thank you, but –” Ivan was saying, but Luka was barely hearing him by this point.

Thank him?  Thank him?  For what?  For giving Marinette the condoms they needed to…to…to be an Us?  And what about his other Us, who was currently standing not five meters away waiting on him to go get milkshakes…?

…but milkshakes melt.  People change.  And you dumped me.  On my birthday…

“How can you…but…how can you just go off and get milkshakes with…what about Marinette?” Luka asked, trying his best to keep his voice steady as he looked past Ivan to the girls.  To Mylène, who was giggling and blushing and sneaking little glances at Ivan like she had no idea Ivan was an Us with someone else – with his someone else, damn it, and…!

“…what about Marinette?” Ivan asked, his face scrunching in confusion as he scratched at his neck.  Like Marinette didn’t actually matter, like he could care less that he’d fucked the most amazing girl on the planet and…

He didn’t even remember standing up.

He certainly didn’t remember Ivan falling down.

…he hadn’t even realized he could make Ivan fall down.

But there his friend was, staring up at him from the deck as he clutched his bloody nose and the girls ran over, screaming, and why were Jules and Rose trying to hold him back?  Didn’t they realize that Ivan had fucked –

“Luka, what the hell?!”

[fablewritesnonsense]

howdy! for the fic writer asks, 3, 4, 13, and 19?

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

On this account? Nuclear Family by a landslide. It's my longest project literally ever, and the characters are so near and dear to my heart 💖

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

An embarrassing number to be sure. There's the four I've got posted, but I've also got three more documents in a weird state of flux at the moment with like, 500 words max across them.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

Very little compared to some of my fellow writers. I have a loose outline in my head for each of them based around Fallout 4 and the questlines within, but I dont do well with hard outlines so I end up winging it a bit and wili diving for fun quest ideas to send me somewhere. I also fay dream a bunch about them, but I dont think that counts 😂

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs

There was no cute fluffy thing to pick from, so heres an excerpt from one of Nuclear Family's chapters set to post in January...

The earth was torn out from under her as a cold metal hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing and lifting her up off the ground. Kellogg hung from a tree, dangling Gin over the others as he slowly crushed her throat. Everyone beneath began yelling and screaming as she flailed around, trying to kick him or something.

"I knew you were trouble, this is going to be so fun," Kellogg laughed as Mac fired, there was a searing pain across her forearm as she scrambled at his hands. But all she could see were his synthetic yellow eyes as the oxygen left her lungs and his fingers dug deeper and deeper. "Maybe this will finally get him to stop fighting. And believe me, this is preferable to what you're going to find on the other end-"

Thanks dor the ask 💖

[yume-x-hanabi]

5 for Gaius and 6 for Wingul and 15 for Xillia and 50 and 62 just because!

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

(I'm taking this as in how many wips do I have that are Gaius-centric; pls correct me if I'm wrong 😅)

Posted: Concubinage and Fractured Lives (though that one is alternating PoV)

WIPs in my documents:

some pre-game conquest of Auj Oule one-shot that I might have to revamp anyway (I had a whooooole thing planned out, with details about all the clans and stuff, but idk anymore)

another Concubinage-verse smutty one-shot (AU-ish). not sure I'll finish this one either XD

a previous Spicy Cocktail prompt fill I haven't finished but want to. Mostly Wingul pov but it's gonna alternate with Gaius a bit. Kinda darker/more fucked-up than my usual stuff honestly, but I like what I'd written so far

another Spicy Cocktail prompt fill I will probably give up on bc I'm not sure about the set-up anymore 😅

...and that's it actually. Turns out most of my fics are written from Wingul's pov 😂

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

(again, taking this as "Wingul-centric line")

I'm actually not sure, because I'm pretty sure the last Wingul-related wip I made progress in was Moonlight Tempest (my WinDist collab fic with @bibliophileemily), and since it's a collab fic I don't remember who wrote what line lol

I don't know which other Wingul-centric wip was the latest before that (it's been a while), but I found another incomplete sentence in my drafts so let's go with that 😂

Wingul was not one to give up easily. His own stubborn pride prevented him from

From chapter two of the reincarnation AU. I have... no idea where this was supposed to go orz

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

Evening is when I'm the most productive writing-wise, even though I wish I could apply that to more convenient parts of the day.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

🤷‍♀️

(English is hard XD)

62. In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included?  Why did it get cut?

Gonna answer for Concubinage.

I had a scene in the original version of chapter 26's smut scene (rewrote that one entirely from my original draft) where Lin called Arst "(my) dear" in Long Dau. Arst asked what he said and Lin got embarrassed and tried to deflect, while Arst tried to pester an answer out of him (without success). It was a cute scene, but it sadly didn't go with the flow of the revised version. Maybe I can try to repurpose it in another scene one day...

[emsprovisions]

🕯️💝💌

Hey Athena! Thank you for the asks :)

Ask game

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you? I honestly want to say yes, because I can remember having a reaction to some of my writing, but I honestly cannot remember what I was writing or why it made me feel that way. I tend to write a lot of fluff because writing is escapism for me, and the real world sucks, so I'd rather just write about my blorbos cuddling and kissing most of the time lmao. But every now and then, I will write something a bit heavier, but I have to be pretty moody to do so. I will also say, writing can be a great form of working through trauma, no matter what kind, and I have absolutely written for healing purposes before.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? I would say that the response on my first toh fic completely blew me away. I didn't start posting content for toh until after King's Tide premiered, and like everyone else, I also needed to know what happened next, so I wrote a fic about their first night in the human realm and I know the toh fandom is huge and crazy but it very quickly became my work with the most kudos, which is not something I was expecting at all. Another fic that really surprised me with the reception was a quick little 861 word huntlow drabble. why does it have so many kudos why does it have so many hits?? y'all are insane but I really appreciate it 😂💕

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! I have about four active wips that two of them are kinda absolute crack and they are so much fun.

-One is an idea from the Tholomule Nation server, where we came up with the idea that gus and matt get dates to try and make each other jealous bc they're so stupid like that.

-Another one is Matt just full on jumping Gus in front of his friends to try and embarrass him (it doesn't work), and Hunter kisses Willow's cheek and Gus goes EWW PDA ALERT as if he wasn't just making out with his bf. Hunter becomes very distressed, gusmatt are just chaos gremlins, it's going to be funny

-I'm working on a human realm shenanigans one with Camila teaching Hunter how to sew, and Gus and Vee bond

-And finally, Gus takes care of Matt when he gets a bad migraine :)

[a03-anxiousandafraid]

Hmmmmm the "Tainted" one got me very curious~ 😶😂

AYYYYY Thanks so much for the inquiry anon!!

I'm super excited about this one! I've been quietly piecing this story together for a little while now (my plan is to get a decent amount concrete before uploads begin so I can keep a more consistent posting schedule) but it's a BotW pre-calamity mostly-canon-compliant story starting after the events of memory #8.

The story follows along with the memories but with a minor twist- the wound he gets from memory #8 has infected his arm with malice! (Not a spoiler- it's revealed right from the get-go!) It'll have a nice, tasty slow burn, plenty of angst, there will be a graphic segment that I will mark with a content warning to make the fic more accessible, and a depiction of Link's dad that ISN'T an asshole!!

I also decided to be sneaky and wait till Wednesday to answer you so I could sneak in a little WIP Wednesday preview~ 🥰 I’m sure there will be a lot of changes between now and when it finally gets posted but we’re here to share WIPs so it’s all good!!

The scratchy shriek of metal on metal echoes throughout the corridors. Sharp and biting, it punctuates the air the way the bell strikes the hour. Clockwork, soldiers and castle staff alike begin to congregate and linger. This spar is nothing new. It has always been standard training for higher ranking soldiers to verse their captain in combat, but few could resist snooping on the progress of a boy reported to have taken down three lynel at once.

A maid scoffs quietly, "If he took out so many monsters on his own, how has he not won this match in a matter of moments?" 

"That's not how it works here," her assistant hisses back. Propping a basket of laundry up against her hip, she gestures with gusto, "This is formal! They’re not some animals in a ring." 

“Yeah, and you ain’t some haughty maiden,” she puffs up her chest with jest. The women share a laugh as the song of scraping swords begins again. They watch the calculated dance between captain and hero, two dirty blond men performing a tango of swords. Like vultures, no move goes unnoticed. Gawking at prey, the maid snickers once more, “speaking of maidens I think I understand why the princess stopped running away.”

Their eruption disturbs the nearby audience. High pitched glee spilling unabashedly into the open air, Link’s ear twitches in annoyance but he remains otherwise transfixed on his father’s movements. His expression doesn’t change… or at least, it doesn’t for those who don’t quite know how to read him. 

A sword swipes towards his face. Lifting the hilt of the master sword to block, Link parries the hit and attempts to shove his weight into it to throw his father back. The move is quick and calculated, but just as he begins to press forward a sharp twinge shoots up his arm. Flinching, his counter falls short in power, allowing the captain to ready another attack. 

“You can’t let them distract you,” Arn warns quietly and swings another strike with powerful arms. He watches his son swerve out of the way, favoring his left side, and responds with a lunge. They continue this pattern of attack and defend as the midday sun beats down relentlessly. 

“Thank Goddess we have a competent hero,” a nearby squire sighs. Leaning back against the edge of the weapons rack, he nods passively to his friends. “If he were like the princess we’d be doomed.”

Sweat cascades down Link’s temples. Jaw clenched and seething, he swipes his sword aggressively in a succession of three. They’re brutal strikes but his father blocks them all. Eyebrows raised, another warning prepares itself on Arn’s lips but dies quickly when another flinch kills the momentum of his son’s sword swing. 

Sneaking a quick glance up, eyes are locked on them from all angles. Spectators all watching with mild mirth, it’s clear they know how this fight should end. It would be an embarrassment for the princess’s own protector to be bested by another man and yet the thrill of that potential outcome leaves them salivating like hyenas. He frowns. Taking a step back, he readies a heavy strike from above. Both arms raised high, Arn tightens his grip in the hilt and sends the blade directly down at his son’s face. As expected, Link brings his blade up parallel to the ground, bracing the tip with his right hand and shifting his body below the blade to catch it. 

Arn’s blade strikes the master sword with a sickening crack. To his relief his son still stands, blades clashing in a rigid cross, but the shake of Link’s right arm becomes apparent. Looking at his face, his son’s eyes are intense and striking. Jaw clenched and teeth blared, there’s a hint of panic quaking at the corners of his mouth. A terror reflecting through light cerulean eyes. 

The captain takes a deep breath. Leaning in close, his lips barely move as he whispers a command, “push my sword off.” There’s desperate relief in the gaze that meets his. They linger for a moment as Link readies himself beneath the swords. Stacked like a pillar, he forces his body and arms up with a yell, effectively forcing the captain’s blade back up into the air. 

Arn stumbles back, his grip conveniently slack as the sword flies to the edge of the courtyard and stakes itself into the group with a satisfying SHUMP. He regards it with playful bewilderment before laughing a bit louder than necessary. “HAH Well, look at that! Had you going there for a while, huh?!” The nearby squires scoff. Eyes rolling at Arn’s boisterous display, they finally use this as their que to leave.

“Your form has improved, but you need to stay aware of your footing. Favoring one side will restrict your options,” he babbles on as the bodies around them diminish in number. Taking casual steps towards his sword, Arn pulls his blade from the ground without concern and calls over his shoulder, “Speaking of options, I need your opinion on something. Follow me to my office.” A quick flick of the wrist punctuates his words as he makes his way towards one of the corridors. 

Link follows him on his heels. Slipping inside the office, there’s no time to form a word before the captain has locked the door and begun looming overhead like a bear. He reaches out for his son’s right arm, but stops mere inches away. Fingers twitching anxiously, he swallows the rock in his throat and regards him with great concern. “Is it,” he clears his throat again, “...is it the scratch?” 

Link casts his eyes to the floor in shame. He nods weakly and waits.The air is still as he feels the pressure of his father’s eyes. After an uncomfortable minute Arn’s voice cuts through the air again, “...let me see.” His words are gentle. Soft and encouraging, but Link can’t help but grimace. 

One lynel scratch. That’s all it was. And yet…

With lethargic reluctance, Link peels off his glove and gauntlet. Tossing them to the table, he takes a steadying breath before grabbing the fabric of his sleeve. Working the fabric up his arm, it doesn’t take long to reveal the source of his agony. Adorning pale skin is a thick, purple gash. Magenta flakes off around the scab while hot, inflamed skin puckers up around it. Like a blister ready to burst, the putrid infection throbs with concentrated malice. 

“Goddesses,” Arn gasps as the sight. His features grow heavier the longer he looks. “Link, it’s gotten worse. You… have you shown the doctors?” 

“No.”

“B-but this-!” Panic rises with the pitch in his voice. “W-What did the princess say? Can the scientists do anything?” He reaches out again for his son’s arm but fear stops his fingers from progressing. 

“I’ve only told you two. Nobody else needs to know.”