#i’m sorry that i’m posting halloween fic in december but i had to get it out of my system

[isildursestrid]

we go together like danny and sandy by jjskiaras on AO3

fandom: julie and the phantoms (2020), pairing: julie molina and luke patterson, rating: teen, word count: 11,166

“No problem.” Luke’s words were easy-going, but he approached her slowly. She jumped when his knuckles unexpectedly grazed the curve of her neck as he pulled the curtain of her curls to the side, doing his best to drape the springy curls over her left shoulder.

“Sorry.” His voice was gravelly as a soft chuckle passed his lips. “I know my fingers are rough, I always seem to misplace my guitar picks.”

“I know.” She pressed her lips together, guilty. She didn’t want to admit how many times she’d picked up his discarded guitar picks from the stage after a performance. “It’s okay.”

Julie shot Luke a shy smile in the mirror which he returned, his lips titling adorably to one side and his eyes shining. She was down so bad.

Or Luke and Julie go to a Halloween party as Danny and Sandy from Grease. And “You’re The One That I Want” makes a special appearance.

[amalgamateofficial]

A Quick(?) Update

Hey, everyone. I never know what to say, and then because of that, day after day passes in silence. I guess I just want to say that yes, I’m still working on chapter 21 of Amalgamate, and also that I’m sorry for the absolutely ridiculous amount of time that’s passed between chapters. I know I’ve been “absent” a lot online, too. Rarely commenting on fics, taking days to respond to DMs, hardly livestreaming…

I’m sure it’s a no-brainer that the kind of person who writes a story like Amalgamate isn’t exactly a “well” person. Those who follow me on social media for my cosplay and art content see such a small, curated snapshot of reality. The smile doesn’t exist until I hit record, and it ends when the video stops. So every day, my followers see videos of me at my “best,” but I film as much as possible on a single day because the next “good” day could be weeks away. Sometimes I worry that the next good day isn’t going to come at all.

The most frustrating thing about it is that I’m well aware of the cycle. Every year, starting in August, the darkness starts to creep in. By September, it takes hold. By the end of October, it’s inescapable. November passes, then December. Last year, December almost ended in the worst way possible, but as cheesy as it sounds, Amalgamate convinced me to turn it around. I thought, ���What kind of example am I setting here? How can I let people down like this?” 

So this year, I tried to prepare for the inevitable… and failed. I thought if I could post chapter 21 before the end of August, I could just curl up alone and wait for 2024 to be over. But then everything went to hell and I missed my goal, and when the darkness started to creep in at the edges, I tried to make another goal, and then another, but every single time, I was dragged right back down.

Then a mini cycle started to form within the larger cycle. Every day that goes by in which I don’t post chapter 21, I think the chapter needs to be even better to make up for how long I’ve kept everyone waiting. Then the pressure overwhelms me, and the terrible thoughts creep in, and then the guilt sets in, and then I’m curled up in the corner again with nothing accomplished. DMs are left to fester. Fics I want to read collect dust. I drift away, and I let everyone else drift away, and I sit and stare and wish things could be different. 

I suppose it’s not all doom and gloom though. I tried really hard to work on myself this past month, and I was actually successful in a few ways. I tried to clean myself up, and in some ways, I did a lot better than expected. I’m hoping that means I can turn things around again. I want to finish chapter 21, catch up on all the fics I want to read, start drawing regularly, and be an active participant online instead of just tossing out content in a desperate attempt to keep up appearances.

But it’s such an uphill battle. I feel worse now than I did last year, so I’m trying really hard to cling to that self-awareness and prevent things from going the way they did in 2023. But I know that’s not realistic. Everything in life is worse than before, and I see no evidence that it will improve anytime soon. So that means it’s on me to simply power through it and do the best I can.

So, for the sake of my own sanity, chapter 21 will get finished as soon as possible. I don’t know how much longer I can survive with this awful feeling, and that feeling will go away once the next chapter’s posted. In the meantime, I’ll try not to miss the mark with all my other goals. No matter what, I’m going to finish my Halloween cosplay special for 2024. Last year, I had some funds to help me. This year I don’t because I dropped out of most of my conventions, made a lot less art, and overall just kinda gave up on everything. 

But it’s not too late. I’ll dive into as many dumpsters as I have to in order to make a Halloween cosplay that will hopefully be as good as Mangle. This year, I’m gonna be cosplaying Spamton NEO – which is probably cheating since I’m already a failed content creator past their prime who has no choice but to wear clown makeup and wave their arms at anyone who happens to scroll by.

I never know what to say, so I guess all I can really say is that I’m trying my absolute best. I know my best is often really disappointing, but it really is the best I can manage sometimes. Even when I’m distant, just know that it doesn’t mean I love you all less, or appreciate you all less, or feel any less gratitude. It just means I’m in the dark, and I’m trying to crawl my way back. Which is very tiring. And overwhelming. But I never stop trying. In part because you all mean so much to me. Last year would’ve ended differently if that wasn’t the case.

Anyway, I don’t know what else to say other than thank you all for your continued support. I’ll try to make it all up to you and then some. Maybe this year I can end things on a high note for once. I’ll certainly give it my best shot.

Uuuh… I guess if you do want to see me at my best, though, you can always follow me on TikTok, Instagram, and YouTube. That’s the best version of me in between Amalgamate chapters, and I recently shared a ton of Danganronpa cosplay videos because of Dragon Con. I have a Patreon now too, and even though it’s a ghost town, I’m still posting as much content there as possible. I’ll keep dancing until the stage lights are forcibly shut down. I think that's the best way to guarantee that I can turn this ship around.

[biconickyoshi]

Currently in a long ass line for early voting (PLEASE VOTE IF YOU LIVE IN THE USA BTW, so many of our rights are at stake!!!) and I got a kudos email from ao3 for The Avatar and the Fire Prince… so I went to check and I now have 3,002 kudos??? 🤯😭

I just wanna say thank you so so SO much to everyone who has taken the time to read this fic - I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined that it would ever get this much attention when I first started posting it way back in January 2022. I even gave up posting for several months after the first couple chapters because I wasn’t confident in my ability to write, and was overcritical of myself. But since December 2022, I’ve done my best to keep up with updating TAatFP at least once a month, and I’m proud to say that I’ve been able to keep up with that fairly well for the most part.

TAatFP is a labor of love and truly one of the only things I’ve ever managed to maintain a vested interest in almost 3 years after starting it. I still literally think about this fic every day (even if I don’t always write for it every day, and I’m so glad I do lol.

It’s really funny to me that despite being a superfan of AtLA since 2007, I was not even a Zukaang shipper until late 2021 when I had my epiphany about the ship, and now it has become my top ship above anything else in any other fandom despite not even being canon! I’m SO happy that TAatFP has opened so many people’s eyes to the potential of the ship!

Anywayyyyy I hope you all have a great Halloween! I’m going to be spending the next week playing Dragon Age: The Veilguard (I took off work for it lmao), so I apologize if the next TAatFP chapter is posted later than usual - though I’ve already managed to get a large chunk of it written thankfully, so hopefully it won’t be too much later than usual.

(Also, I’m sorry that I haven’t gotten to responding to comments for the last two chapters for those who have taken the time to leave them - it’s been a busy couple of months, and I really need to just sit down and answer them all in a chunk 😅)

I appreciate all of you so much! ❤️❤️❤️

- KJ

[themirokai]

Too Much To Drink

A Mystrade Fic by MiroKai

Around Halloween 2021, the @mystradepromptsandscenarios prompt was "I'm not drunk enough for this" and I wrote Not Drunk Enough (which didn't get posted until December of that year but who's counting?). When this week's prompt was "I've had too much to drink tonight" I knew I had to do a follow up. You can probably read this as a standalone, but the other one is short, so consider reading that one first if you like context.

Mycroft has a bit too much to drink at a Halloween fancy dress party.

You can read the whole story here or on AO3.

Mycroft Holmes had a rather absurd amount of self-control, Greg reflected as he watched his husband from across the fancy dress party. To most of the guests - everyone but him and Anthea, probably - Mycroft probably appeared a bit reserved and quiet. Greg was impressed. He had seen Mycroft drunk plenty of times, but almost all of those were in private and the few times when they had overindulged at a restaurant there was no one else around who they knew, and they generally went straight from their table to the car. 

But here, Mycroft was holding it together in front of a number of Greg’s and Sally’s colleagues, and while Greg hadn’t been watching Mycroft’s glass all night, he’d seen it refilled a number of times and he knew how light his flask was from the drive over. 

Mycroft was betrayed - to Greg, at least - by a looseness, a softness that usually only came out when he and Greg were alone, secluded in the privacy of their home, the work of a nation set aside. Greg could see it in how Mycroft held his glass, how he leaned against the wall, how his eyes - far from their usual sharpness - roamed the room aimlessly. 

“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” 

Greg, startled, turned back to the sergeant he had ostensibly been talking to. “What’s that?” 

The sergeant nodded at Mycroft. “How long you been married to Mr. Mystery, Boss?” 

“Two years,” Greg answered automatically, still not sure how the conversation had gotten here. “Three in May.” 

The sergeant took a swig from their drink. “Yeah? And how long together before you tied the knot?” 

“About five years. Why-” 

“Seven years?” The sergeant whistled. “And you’re still mooning after him like a smitten teenager? I gotta find me someone like that.” 

Greg realized that he had completely zoned out on their conversation and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, Sarge.” 

The sergeant waved that away, then pointed a finger at him. “I’m gonna tell you the same thing I would tell you if you were a smitten teenager. Go make a pass. At least you know he’s going home with you.” The sergeant barked a laugh, then clapped Greg on the arm and went off, presumably to talk to someone more attentive. 

Smiling, Greg threaded his way through the room to Mycroft’s side. A smile spread across Mycroft’s face as he saw Greg approach. It wasn’t a normal smile Mycroft would use in public: calculated to the millimeter. Instead it was a sleepy, languid thing that nearly stole Greg’s breath. Smitten teenager indeed. 

“Hello, darlin’,” Greg beamed at him. Up close he could see a bright flush on Mycroft’s cheeks and he strongly suspected it was from more than just the warmth of the great coat. 

“Gre- HIC! Mm, excuse me.” Mycroft pressed his slender fingers to his mouth. 

Greg couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped his arm around Mycroft’s waist. “How are you doing?”

Mycroft blinked. “I am perfectly satisfactory. Thank you.” He spoke a bit slowly, but his diction was perfect. Suspiciously perfect. 

Greg raised an eyebrow at him. “Perfectly satisfactory, hm?” 

Mycroft hiccuped again then leaned forward conspiratorially. “Gregory, do you see the young woman in the blue cape?” 

Greg had seen her earlier. “Yes…” 

“It is a - HIC! - lovely garment. I think I should get a cape. I would look quite fesshhn…” Mycroft frowned. “Fechn.” His brow wrinkled in concentration. “Fetching. I would look quite fetching. HIC!” 

Greg grinned and reached up to brush his fingers over a flushed cheek. “Yeah, you’d look gorgeous in a cape, darlin’.” Greg kissed his cheek. “Seems you got drunk enough for this party.” 

Mycroft sniffed and turned up his nose. “I’ve no idea wha- HIC! - what you mean.” 

“Uh huh.” Greg ran his tongue over his teeth. “Care to walk a straight line for me, darlin’?” 

“‘S ‘mpossible.” Mycroft gestured vaguely at the room. “Too many people. And objess. HIC!” 

“That,” Greg said, “and you’re well and truly pissed.” 

Before Mycroft could retort, Sally stopped in front of them, smiling broadly. Her eyes were a little glassy and her flower crown was askew. “You lot alright?” she asked. 

“Yeah, all good, Sal.” Greg smiled at her warmly. “The party’s great, but we’re going to head home.” 

“Aww,” Sally pouted, then threw her arms around Greg’s neck. “Thanks for coming, Lestrade.” 

“My pleasure,” he told her, patting her back.

Sally released him and turned to Mycroft. “C’mere, Posh!” 

She grabbed him in a hug around his chest and Mycroft was surprised into a hiccup. Sally released him and Mycroft swayed a little, blinking slowly. He focused on Sally determinedly. 

“Sargenn Dono… Donvin. This ‘s been a verr charming party. HIC!” 

Sally’s jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide as she looked between Greg and Mycroft. 

Mycroft swayed a bit more and Greg wrapped an arm around him. 

“Feeling a bit worse for wear, Mr. Holmes?” Sally asked. 

“Nonsense. Perfec… perfeckly satsfactry.”

Sally’s grin could only be described as ‘shit-eating’. 

“I’m gonna get him home, Sal,” Greg said as Mycroft leaned against him more heavily. 

“That seems like a good idea,” she said. “Let me get Thea to say goodbye.” 

Sally moved off and Greg pulled out his mobile to text their driver. Text sent and acknowledged, Greg positioned himself under Mycroft’s arm, with a hand on his chest and his arm around his back. 

“Come on, darlin’. Let’s get you out of here.” 

Mycroft hiccuped again and muttered something about the room being too wobbly. Greg started towards the door, compensating for Mycroft’s unsteady gait. 

They were almost there when Anthea stepped in front of them. A slight smirk broke her normal impassive expression. “You enjoyed yourself?” she asked Mycroft. 

“You have verr. Very good Scotch. HIC! An you gave me quite a lot of it,” Mycroft said, clearly making an effort to keep his diction under control. 

“I did promise to get you drunk enough for the experience,” she said, then turned to Greg. “I hope you enjoyed yourself as well, Lestrade.”

“Yeah, really good time. Wonderful party. Thanks, Anthea.”

She slipped one water bottle into the pocket of Mycroft’s great coat and another into Greg’s jacket pocket, then kissed Greg on the cheek. 

“Do you need any help getting him to the car?” 

“Nah.” Greg looked up at Mycroft who hiccuped. “You can walk, can’t you, darlin’? Just a bit wobbly.” 

“Alright, safe travels then,” Anthea said, opening the door for them. 

“Good night, Anthea,” Greg said. 

“HIC! G’night my dear.” 

Greg guided Mycroft out of the building and into the cool October air. The street was empty and Greg took his hand off Mycroft’s chest to pull out his mobile. The car should be there in another minute or two. He looked back at Mycroft to see him smiling at Greg blearily. 

“Yur verrr pretty,” Mycroft slurred. 

Greg chuckled. “Thanks, love. You’re not so bad yourself.” 

“Gregry, ‘s posssbl I’ve had - HIC! - too mussh to drink tonight.”

“You don’t say?” Greg laughed. “You’re so much drunker than I realized, just seeing you from across the room. You were really keeping it together.” 

“Speaking’s more difficult than standing. HIC! An I knew you’d take care ‘f me. Knew I could...” Mycroft gestured vaguely. "Let go. HIC!" 

Greg swallowed down a lump in his throat. It may have been seven years, but it never ceased to astonish him that this secretive, polished man had chosen Greg as the person he let see his frailties and flaws. As the one person who he let care for him. “Yeah, darlin’,” Greg said as the car pulled up. “I’ve got you.” 

Once in the back seat, Mycroft quickly settled with his head on Greg’s shoulder. 

“Love you, Gregry,” he mumbled as he fell asleep. 

Greg kissed the top of his head. “Love you too.” 

___

Thanks for reading! Writing Mystrade always feels like coming home for me.

[flfverse]

i love promising things and not following up. it’s awesome. superrrrr cool. anyway, little life/fic update for you all. it’s 4am, please bear with me.

i wanted to wait to do this until i had more work done so i could drop snippets and have an actual date for the hiatus to end, but you know.

to be honest, the brain? is not great. where’s the halloween meme. mental is hocus. health not pocus. etc etc. and the thing is i have a support system of sorts, therapy, all that good stuff. i also have, like, four or five mental illnesses. and because of the logistics of College, none of my support system is actually physically nearby most of the time. so. that kinda sucks. <3 i miss people. horrified to discover i might actually be an extrovert and just anxious.

but you know, ups and downs. this week, or at least this weekend, we’re on an up, which is good. the shitty part is, this time last year i coped by writing so, so much fanfiction. truly, look at my ao3 september-december 2022. wild.

and i just. can’t really write these days, for whatever reason. not easily. and it sucks! because i love this story! i want to tell it so bad! but the initial hyperfixation has worn off and my motivation to do anything at all is a bit….how do you say….nonexistent. so like. halfhearted cheers. sorry.

the best timeline i can give right now is this: i have a fandom trumps hate auction due december 31st. it’s about half done. that is obvs first priority (after silly things like school and work) because there are actual material consequences if i don’t finish. i am also launching something original in january, if i can get myself together enough to do so. i think i will. i’m mostly ready (and hey, my main is in my pinned if queer fantasy pirates sounds up your alley?).

and also, there’s FLFverse. i would really like to get back to posting before the year is up, but :/ not sure. definitely want to by january. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to keep up with two chapters a month or if i’ll have to drop to one or something even more sporadic than that.

hey, be honest, would you rather wait longer for me to build a backlog for regular updates, or get the ball rolling sooner but with no schedule?

we have a poll now i guess. it’s seriously 4am and i’m about to go back to making paper mache bones on the floor, mkay. don’t ask me to be normal.

so anyway. that’s the update. i wish it was more positive. if you made it all the way to the end and want to toss an ask, a little prompt, a question, whatever, that would be very cool. i think i have a chill week coming up and i miss this ‘verse a ton, wouldn’t mind some dopamine.

[marvelmaniac715]

Thank you so much for tagging me @weltato and @androgynous-sack-of-flesh-3 (I’m sorry it took me so long to do this 😅).

Name(s): My actual name is Katie, though my sister’s come up with loads of nicknames for me like Koi and Giroon (long story, maybe for a different post) but on Tumblr most people call me Marvel and I love it :)

Pronouns: She/her

Star sign: Gemini, and I swear I’m not two-faced, really

Number of siblings: One, my amazing older sister (she’s about six and a half years older than me and she’s one of my best friends)

Number of pets: I had two dogs a while ago but the older one - Archie - sadly died in his sleep late last year, but I still have my fluffy son Micheal, he’s a chihuahua and he’s the sweetest little boy, he’s around seven now and I love him

Fandoms: Starkid, Marvel, Chucky, Glee and Good Omens

Favourite colour: Since I was little I’ve always gone with these ones - pink, purple and blue (I realised I was bi about two years ago and nearly burst out laughing when I saw the flag because of the irony and accidental foreshadowing - baby me knew, way before she knew she was bi, gotta love her for that)

Favourite song: That changes all the time but currently I’ve been listening to Spice Up Your Life a lot, it really gets me pumped up and ready to take on anything

Favourite author: Neil Gaiman, though I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for Jacqueline Wilson

Hobbies: Acting, singing, reading and writing fanfiction, binge-watching sitcoms (Friends, Modern Family, How I Met Your Mother, The Good Place and most recently Glee), thinking about my favourite characters and thinking about Greek mythology

Favourite fic type: I really want to say fluff/humour but recently I’ve been loving Dark fics where a character goes evil

Favourite holiday: In December I live and breathe Christmas, and I’ve never been allowed to celebrate Halloween, so there’s your answer 😂

Do you have any partner(s): I have been single since birth - alas I shall have to remain admiring middle-aged celebrities and fictional characters from afar 😂

Fun facts about you: I learnt to read from Horrid Henry books, I can swim 150 metres, I had a disastrous YouTube channel as a kid and I met Prince Harry when I was younger (before Spare, mind you… I shook his hand 😬😳)

Tags: @silvershewolf247 @barclaysangel @feathertru @eggsaladsandwich1

I got bored so here's a little get-to-know-you tag game I think could be fun :3

Name(s)

Pronouns

Star sign

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any)

# of pets & their names

Fandoms

Favorite color

Favorite song

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!)

Hobbies

Favorite fic type

Favorite holiday

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!)

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!

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Name(s): Loki (highly preferred), Elye

Pronouns : they/them mostly, he/she okay too

Star sign: Pisces

# of siblings: I've got 2! An older sister and a younger sibling. The fun fact about them is that they're also both queer; in fact, my mom is too. The only non-queer person in my immediate family is my dad.

# of pets: 4 cats! Phoebe & Frankie are our girls, Lenny and Murray are our boys :3

Fandoms: MCU (kind of), BSD, OFMD, Ranboo (does his fanbase count as a fandom?)

Fav. color: Don't have one

Fav. song: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon

Fav. author: Alice Oseman

Hobbies: singing, acting, drawing, writing, procrastinating

Fav. fic type: Fluff, definitely. I am a sucker for well written coffee-shop and flower-shop aus, too. Smut's fine, but only if it's romantic. I can't do angst if there's no comfort.

Fav. Holiday: Hanukkah or Halloween! I love autumn and winter

Partners?: Yes! I have a girlfriend (queerplatonic) who I love very much, and a boyfriend (romantic) who I love very much :]

Fun facts:

- Even though I'm a cat person, I really, really want a dog.

- I actually used to play sports. Because I don't do gendered leagues anymore, I don't play, but I've been looking for mixed/gender-neutral/queer sports teams. Baseball and basketball specifically!

- I started questioning my identity in 2019; I'm no closer to finding a label now than I was then. The difference is, now I don't want a label. I just am. :]

tags: @neonganymede @cha0ticlesbian @x-chiara @exceleo @brinnybee @autistic-katara @gandalfthemorallygrey @ohboyanotherlokiblog @roachandrenfri @ourflagmeanslokius @exceleo @edettethegreat @swiftlyspidey

[wastefulreverie]

question, as someone who started watching danny phantom about a week and a half ago (binged it all in three days, and ive kinda been wandering the fandom) is there anything thats important i should know? or like, popular headcanons, events and the such? sorry if this is a bother

welcome to the phandom!!

we don’t really accept much of canon as canon, in the sense that Danny Phantom brings a lot of cool concepts to the table but as the show progressed (season three *cough cough*) Butch Hartman just kind of dug himself into a hole!! today he frequents Twitter and YouTube, posting about how “ghosts aren’t dead people, they’re monsters from another dimension!! also by the way what if Danny had a SECRET brother. trust me, I’m a reputable source.” we are not on good terms with Butch. Or Phantom Planet, for that matter.

The phandom is kinda angst central, but it’s not limited to angst. Actually, in recent years we’ve kind of broken away from angst being what fuels the phandom and kinda just vibe to whatever floats our boat. You’ll see a lot of angsty headcanons, but then there’s shitposty headcanons that sort of just evolved from angsty headcanons. Take ghost hunger (sometimes referred to as “ghost vore” ironically)! Back in the headcanon’s infancy, it was primarily angsty. Danny, as a half-ghost, must eat other ghosts and have their ectoplasm in order to survive. Super dark themes there, if you dig into it. However, there’s a lot of less angsty versions of the headcanon floating around where Danny’s just like “haha time to vore ghosts. let’s put this shit on youtube” and that’s that.

Other popular headcanons, which I’m sure you’ve heard of if you’ve been around for a week, are dissection fics. In the show, Danny’s parents mention “ripping him apart molecule by molecule” and Danny’s shown to fear for his life!! On multiple occasions! So, the phandom took that and ran with it and now there’s an entire subgenre of Danny Phantom fanfiction that explores various dissection scenarios. Such as... the classic Danny being dissected by his parents, Danny being dissected by the government, Danny being dissected by Vlad, etc. etc!

Another popular one is less of a headcanon, and more of a phandom-wide adopted OC which is the brainchild of multiple Tumblr users, AKA Wes Weston. Wes Weston is a red-haired, green eyed basketball player that sorta looks like Danny but not. Everyone thinks he looks like Phantom, and this irritates him to no end. He pieces together that Danny Fenton is actually Danny Phantom and tries telling anyone who will listen, except no one will believe him because he’s essentially Dib from Invader Zim. Shenanigans often ensue.

You’ll find that most DP fanfiction is on FFN rather than on AO3. AO3′s DP collection IS growing by the day, but it pales in comparison to the 20,000+ fics on FFN. Most phandom classics are on FFN exclusively, so if you want to get into fics, that is the place to look. Not AO3, as much easier as it is to use.

Generally, the phandom likes to headcanon that Danny appears a lot more ghost like than he does in canon. Such as green tinted skin, fangs, pointy ears. Trans!Danny headcanons are also pretty common. Nobody calls Dark Danny “Dark Danny”, we all call him “Dan.” Also, Valerie is “the Red Huntress” despite not having an official moniker in canon.

Event-wise, we have a few annual events every few months. During May, we have DannyMay (once called PhannieMay). It’s a month long content challenge with a different theme each day. The next big event is Ectober. In the past, there’s been both month-long and week-long calendars for the month of October/the week leading up to Halloween. In December, we have the Christmas True--which is basically a Secret Santa event. Then in April, we have Phic Phight! Basically a writing challenge where authors write each other’s prompts.

I’ve sorta dipped from the phandom in the past year or so, so I could recommend a few blogs but I don’t want to do anyone any injustices by leaving people out! Hope this helped and that I didn’t overwhelm you!! <<33

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@mostgeckcellent thank you so much for the tag! This is such a fun tag game! I'm making a new post because this is long and so the post you tagged me in was fairly long as well lol

how many works do you have on AO3?

I have 42 works on AO3 across 2 pseuds! That being said, one of my pseuds is for podfics only (all but one of which are podfics of my own works); the number of works on my main account where I keep all of the written versions of my fics is 33.

what’s your total AO3 word count?

250 307 words :) and I am very proud of all most of them lol

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only one, and it's Glee. I may or may not branch out in the future, only time will tell ;)

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It Was Only a Kiss (582 kudos). I think this absolutely deserves to be my top fic, in my opinion. It's my longest work, and it's the piece I worked on the longest, and poured the most of my love into. I'm very very proud of this one. Though, fair warning, it is an anti-Blaine Kurtbastian fic, so to my Klaine followers: you probably don't want to read it. But that's okay. Because lots of other people already have lmao

I Want the World to See You'll Be With Me (116 kudos). A sweet Kurtbastian one-shot I wrote as a Christmas present to @unhappyending last year. I'm surprised to see it so high, because I'm not really a fluff writer and this is unmistakably fluff, but... I guess the Kurtbastian fans love them some fluff!

Notes of an Old Mistake (96 kudos). It's Kurtbastian, it's angst, it's porn with plot! I feel like this fic is one of the most me things I've ever posted, which is interested since it was a gift to @pouralittlewater and very much based on what she wanted written. Guess we have similar tastes!

A Rush of Blood to the Head (76 kudos). The first pwp I ever posted, a Kurtbastian vampire!Sebastian halloween one-shot. Iconic of that to be this far up the list honestly.

The Hazards of Love 1 (68 kudos). This fic is what really got me in to writing. It's ~50k words, my second-longest fic to date, and it means a lot to me. There are some things in it that I'm iffy about, but also some scenes that I really, really love, and are very dear to my heart. When I started posting it, I didn't think anyway would read it because of the premise. Apparently I was wrong.

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes. I always respond to the first comment someone leaves on any of my fics, or any chapter of one of my fics, if it's a main comment. Sometimes people will reply to my reply, or reply to another commentor, and in those cases I don't always respond, but otherwise I do; if someone binged one of my multichaps and left a comment on every chapter, I will respond to every single one.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

This is an easy tie between He Forgets Me, He Forgets Me Not and Never Ask For Anyone But You (a birthday gift for @unhappyending), both of which end with the death of one of the main characters; in the first, the final scene is a funeral where it's revealed that the character has died, and in the second, the actual scene where the death occurs is described (though it could be left up to interpretation whether the character actually does pass away).

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not, but I have an idea for one that I might eventually write...

have you ever received hate on a fic?

I received a hateful review on FFN once, but it was clearly spam. Other than that, the closest I've gotten to hate has been someone asking me to go a different direction with a fic after I had already made my intentions clear; if that's the worst I have to deal with, I am very happy. Especially since there are a lot of things I write about that some people may have a problem with lol

do you write smut? if so what kind?

Girl yes. I've already linked 3 explicit fics in this post lmao who am I if not a smut writer?

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't! I'd love to translate my own fics into French though. I think that would be cool. My French is not good enough unfortunately, but maybe someday if I ever make an effort to improve it.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! Last Christmas @unhappyending and I (KC you're getting tagged A LOT in this post lol sorry) co-wrote the Kurtbastian 2020 Advent Calendar. We posted one chapter per day starting on December first and leading all the way up to Christmas Day (inclusive). It was a lot of work, but also a lot of fun! I also recorded the podfic :)

what’s your all time favourite ship?

Kurtbastian. I'm a huge multi-shipper, as we all know, but Kurtbastian is where my heart truly lies.

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow. This was originally a one-shot for @blangstydays, and then I decided to write another chapter, and now it's sitting there as a WIP on AO3 and I never think about it and will probably never finish it. Oops, sorry.

what are your writing strengths?

I think my biggest strengths are a) dialogue, and b) describing a character's internal thoughts/logic/whatever. These are kind of tied together; essentially, I just think I'm good at getting into the character's head and really being able to put into words what they would think and say in a way that feels authentic to them.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Right now my biggest weakness is having the motivation to write. But when I do have the motivation, my biggest weakness is probably transitioning between scenes, or scenes that don't feature much dialogue. I'm just... not the best at describing things, imo. I also don't think I'm great at scenes with a lot of people; I don't know what to do with all of them, and even if I do, I can have a hard time getting into the heads of that many different people for the same scene.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think I've written maybe a few words in French, but only because I know a little bit of the language. I wouldn't write anything substantial in another language unless I had someone who knew that language and was willing to proof-read it for me. In general, I don't think I have an issue with it. I'd have to translate it if I was reading it in a fic. I don't know, it's not something I've given much thought to.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Glee. The first and only <3

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

The answer to this is easily It Was Only a Kiss. I have some other one-shots that have a special place in my heart, by IWOAK will forever and always be my baby, and I am so glad she gets the love she deserves in the form of hits/kudos/comments <3

Time to tag some of my writer friends! @unhappyending (figured I should tag you in this post one more time lol), @esperantoauthor, @20xbetterthanu, @awkwardcaterpillar, @useless-fanfictions, @blangstydays, and anyone else who wants to do this please feel free to do so and tag me, I'd love to read your answers!

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch ch 5

Chapter Summary: No summary sorry. I LOVE YOU ALL.

Warnings: Some fluff... then pure angst. I’M SORRY but not really.. BUT I’M SORRY. Character Death. our boys cry. (i cried) UH POV jump. me being a horrible person. oh and can’t forget, cursing as well. 

Word Count: 3k (holy cow.)

Masterlist(:

AN: So i’m posting this now because. 1, i love every single one of you who read this fic and actually enjoy it. and 2, to celebrate the fact I have over 160 followers. Like what? ILYSM THANK YOU. you are all so beautiful and I write for every single one of you.

Previously

Enjoy...

September turned to October, October to November and soon enough it was December.

Things for Y/N couldn’t have been better, sure there was the tension between Alexander and her, seeing as her soulmate was the one person Alex has claimed to be his mortal enemy. Not that he made any comment when Thomas was around, especially around their parents.

It had become a normal accordance for Thomas to have dinner with the Hamilton’s, just like Y/N would have Sunday lunch with the Jefferson’s. Things were going amazingly between the two.

Her group of friends were all happy, Lafayette had found his girl, Adrienne. Or Adri as everyone calls her who was in the Drama club and even Hercules found his soulmate who was from another school but the two met at a Halloween party.

Halloween Y/N had managed to get Thomas to dress up as Aladdin and she went as Jasmine. The two being what john kept muttering as ‘couple goals’ since Alexander went with a nametag with the words “Hello, my name is ‘The person who hates Halloween costumes’ “John, having been the one to write it out since he was annoyed with Alexander.

In the end the night was amazing, ending with a bonfire with the friends all sitting around and relaxing in couples. Even James Maddison came with his girlfriend of one year.

By November, Y/N would wear Thomas’ hoodies and beanies. Claiming that they were a lot warmer than all her jackets and sweatshirts. Not that Thomas was complaining. He was happy to have his girl wear his clothes.

Thanksgiving came and went, Thomas spending the day with Y/N and her family before they went over to his house to spend the evening with his own family. The two thankfully always able to split the time between families. Especially since it was the holiday and they wanted to make sure that it was split equally.

By December, Christmas around the corner. Y/N almost cried at the start of Winter Break. Swamped with homework, college applications were thankfully all sent along with the videos of her Dancing then her playing the violin to the Art Schools, starting with Julliard. Y/N didn’t play for the school, not many even knew she played since it was something she picked up and it just stuck. So, the girl would just play in the basement of her home.

Life was perfect, at least for Y/N. She was happy and things felt like they were finally falling into place.

Date nights were her favorite, the picnics, movies then pizza, the small dinners after games. The two never went to parties, never needed to. They were happy with each other and the company of James or Lafayette every now and again with their girls for double dates.

Groaning, Y/N watched as Lafayette and Thomas were speaking in French. Glancing over at Adrienne, Y/N raised her eyebrow.

“Can you believe these assholes…” she whispered to the gorgeous Brunette who giggled and nodded.

“I say we get their attention…” she winked, and the two girls got up from the table. Not that their boyfriends noticed.

Walking over to the bar, pulling out their fake IDs, the girls managed to flirt their way to getting another cocktail and soon enough two guys came up to them to flirt.

It didn’t take long for Lafayette or Thomas to notice their girls at the bar talking to two strange men. They almost ran over, wrapping an arm around their girl and glared at the men until they backed off.

“Immigrants… we get the job done.” The two said at the same time and fist-bumping. Causing Y/N to give Thomas a ‘what the fuck are you ON?’ look.

“Thomas… you’re AMERICAN.” She laughed before looking at Adrienne who was also giggling.

The two sipped on their drinks. “Maybe next time, you’ll remember we’re at the table as well.” Adrienne teased, even though the two of them knew a bit of French. It still wasn’t enough to follow what those two were talking about.

It was a wonderful night afterwards.

Now with Christmas just a week away, Y/N was out with her parents. The three going to the post office to send the presents to the grandparents. The three laughing and singing Christmas songs, just having a good time. Alexander stayed behind to wrap up the last of his presents, though Y/N knew that John would be over five minutes after they leave the house.

Pulling out her phone from her jacket pocket, Y/N decided to message Thomas to pass the time, only to frown when seeing the battery on low. “shit….” She whispered.

“What was that sweetie?” her mom called from the front, turning her head to look at her daughter.

Catching her dads eye in the rearview mirror, the smirk he sent her way. Y/N knew he heard her and shit bit down on her lip. “Nothing mama…” she shook her head and went back to messaging her boyfriend.

When her phone warned her that there was only two percent left, she said bye to Thomas and turned off the phone screen. Listening to her mom talk about the surgery she did the other night and the teenagers parents in the waiting room.

As her dad went to continue driving, the red light turning green before the car came to a complete stop. Y/N’s head whipped to look out her window at the sound of a loud car honk and she gasped. The headlights of the car shining brightly in her eyes. But she couldn’t do anything, a truck that was making a right turn collided with their car and sending the car skidding and crashing into a bus.

Y/N head hit the window and she passed out right afterwards, screaming being the last thing she heard.

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Alexanders POV:

Sitting around the living room with John, the two watching the Harry Potter marathon on the ABC Holiday Special. They were wrapped up together in the blanket just enjoying the others company without any distractions. It wasn’t till Alexander’s phone rang did he groan and pick it up, seeing it was his grandma.

“Hey, MeMa… everything ok?” he asked the women, sitting up concerned since he could tell his grandma was crying and put the phone on speaker.

“Alex, Corazon. The hospital called me. Your parents and Y/N have been in an accident.” She said in a broken voice. “You need to get there as soon as possible. Pops and I are booking a ticket and are flying out there soon.”

Alexander could barely hear what his grandma was even saying anymore, John who sat up quickly, sent out a text to the group chat and picked up Alexander’s phone, talking to his grandma. Assuring her they would be at the hospital and that they would call them with any news.

John’s POV:

After hanging up, John noticed that Alexander was still in shock, so he rushed to grab their shoes, jackets and hats. The snow started to fall again.

“Come on babe… we need to go.” He said to Alex and coaxed him into putting his shoes on and jacket after getting himself ready first.

Picking up his keys, the two made it out to the car and John started to drive to the hospital.

“I know this isn’t something you want to hear… but you need to message Thomas.” John told his boyfriend, those words causing Alex to snap out of it.

“Why the FUCK would I do that? I need to focus on the fact that my SISTER and my PARENTS are in the hospital!” He almost yelled and John just remained calm.

Taking a deep breath as he stopped at a red light. John turned to look at Alex. “He’s her soulmate babe… he needs to know. I know you don’t like him, that’s fine. But he loves your sister. He deserves to know and to be there.”

Seeing that the words were sinking into Alexanders brain, John turned his head forward again and drove a few seconds after the light turned green.

Upon arriving at the hospital, John held Alexanders hand the whole time and watched as the man messaged Thomas. Rolling his eyes with a sad smile at the contact name. ‘Jeffershit’

Once the messages were sent and they were told where to go, being told to wait for a doctor to come out to speak with them. John held Alex in his arms as they waited.

Thomas’ POV:

Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he had been waiting for Y/N to message him to go do the neighborhood tour of the house lights. He knew she was serious about it; he just didn’t know why it was taking so long to call him. Not that he was worried, Thomas was sure that Y/N was probably eating out with her parents or something.

Though he couldn’t help but feel a weird ache in his chest, but shrugging it off, he grinned at the small ‘ping’ coming from his phone. Indicating he had a message.

“Fucking finally babyg...” but he stopped muttering to himself when he saw it was Alexander. Seeing the messages, Thomas felt like all the air from his lungs left and he couldn’t breathe.

Jumping up from his bed and rushing to pull his sneakers, coat, gloves and hat. Thomas rushed from his room.

“Son, where’s the fire?” his dad chuckled from the living room, seeing his son in a hurry. But the laughter died when he saw Thomas close to tears. “Thomas? What happened?”

“I… I don’t know. She was just talking to me… now she’s in the hospital.” He said and looked from his mom to his dad and the two quickly got ready as well. Knowing that Alexander would be alone in the hospital waiting room.

“Give us a few minutes, we’ll go with you.” His mom said softly and pressed a kiss to his head and went to put on proper clothes.

Soon the Jefferson’s left their house and made it to the hospital in under 20 minutes due to the roads being fairly empty.

Once at the hospital, Thomas already knowing where to go thanks to John Laurens who messaged him where they were. They arrived and saw the waiting room already filled.

Lafayette with Adrienne and his uncle and aunt. George and Martha Washington. Hercules with his girl Meg, Alexander with John and when they saw Thomas, Lafayette was the first one to reach the boy. Who hadn’t been able to cry properly. His mind racing with what could have happened.

After an hour, a doctor appeared. Everyone waiting holding a cup of coffee thanks to Peter and Jane Jefferson who bought it for all the teenagers.

Alexander was the first one to jump up with John. Thomas wanted to go over and see. But he overheard that they were talking about Alexanders parents. An ache in his chest hearing the words ‘We did everything we could… I’m sorry son.’

“I’m not your… What about… Y/N? How is she?”

At that question, Thomas sat up and watched the doctor.

“She’s still in surgery. As soon as I know more. I’ll come talk to you all.” With that, doctor paid his apologies once more and left. His pager going off and he rushed.

That’s when Thomas felt it, the ache on his neck. Grabbing his phone and using the camera, he gasped. Catching everyone’s attention.

That’s when they all saw it. The mark on his neck, a small almost dainty handprint. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

“What? Did she… did she die for a minute there? Is that what happened?” he asked standing up now panicking. Breaths were uneven and Thomas felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He couldn’t stand still. He couldn’t cry. He could only worry about the women he loves.

“I- I can’t lose her. I need her… fuck. She could have done so much better than me. Yet I was blessed to have her as my soulmate… I can’t fucking lose her.” He said and hung his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His shoulders starting to shake and that’s when arms wrapped around him.

Realizing it was Alexander, the two men hugged and cried as they waited news on the girl who was hanging on to her life.

After another hour, another doctor came back over to them. “Any relatives of a Y/N Hamilton?” she asked and looked over everyone. A. Schuyler written on the white coat and Both Alex and Thomas stood up.

She raised an eye at Thomas, only to nod when Alexander explained that the man was Y/N’s soulmate.

“So, I’m guessing you felt that she flatlined. I’m sorry about that.” And with that Thomas went to listen about what was wrong with his girl. “She hit her head against the car window pretty badly, she has stiches on the side of her head, that area is shaved. Her neck is in a brace, nothing broken. Simply cause she suffered whiplash and the brace Is to prevent her from moving her neck and letting it heal.” She sighed. “Her leg, that was broken pretty badly. Practically crushed from being stuck. We were able to put the bone back in place and there are some screws... She’s gonna need treatment once the cast comes off. To help her use her leg again. I hope she wasn’t a dancer. Because, it’s likely she won’t be able to put too much force on it.

“Now… the reason she flatlined was because of a broken rib that caused her to have some trouble breathing. But we got her back and she’s being transferred to the ICU now.” With a sigh, she looked between the two. “Once there, visitors will only be one at a time. Then everyone goes home and returns tomorrow. We can’t have anyone here. We need to keep a close eye on her to make absolute sure we didn’t miss anything.” With that, the doctor informed them she’ll come get them when Y/N was in her room.

Thomas felt like he was going to pass out. How could this even happen? Now Y/N and Alexander were orphans. God, how were they going to tell Y/N about her parents when she wakes up?

Walking away from everyone quickly, Thomas went outside and leaned against the brick wall of the hospital.

With eyes closed, he tried to control his breathing. Which Thomas found to be very difficult to do.

“Thomas?” a soft voice came from beside him and he turned to see John there. “Deep breaths… we don’t want to put you in a room from passing out before seeing Y/N now do we?” the freckled face man smiled sadly.

“How could this happen?” Thomas asked quietly. Almost not hearing his own voice. “We were talking about… about seeing those stupid Christmas lights in the neighborhoods ya’know?” he scoffed. “I wanted to say no, cause we’ve seen them three times before. But I could never say no to her. What Y/N wants; she gets.” He looked down at his hands. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he showed John the small silver ring with a double hearts.

“Was gonna give this to her, promise ring that once we finish college, that we’ll get married and have the perfect life together.” He sniffled. “Now she can’t dance anymore… she’s going to be so broken.”

John looked at the ring in shock. Only to frown and pat Thomas’ shoulder. “If she’s broken, you need to be her rock. She’s gonna need you more than ever now Thomas. She’s gonna mess a LOT of school, physical therapy, no more cheerleading. No more tutoring…” sighing, John frowned. “She… they lost their parents. You gotta be strong, but don’t shut down on your emotions. Ok?” he said and looked over to the door.

Thomas also looking up at someone clearing their throat. “We can go to her room now.” Hercules said to the two and the three men made their way back inside and everyone quietly walked down the corridors to the area where Y/N was laying in the bed in a coma induced sleep. Just so she could recover a little easier.

One by one, Thomas lets the boys go first. It was only right, they knew Y/N for years. He could wait to see her a little.

By the time it was his turn, Alexander stopped him. “There’s… lots of machines. Beeping, tubes attached to her… Her leg… I covered it up with a blanket.” His voice broke and Thomas nodded. “Just thought I’d warn you.”

With that, Thomas walked into Y/N hospital room and he felt like the floor disappeared from beneath him. Seeing Y/N in the bed attached to machines, hell. Alexander tried to warn him and still it was like he was punched in the gut.

Walking over to a chair, he sat down and softly grabbed onto her hand. Behind careful with the needle taped to the back of her hand. Small cuts covered her body, the stiches and small part of the side of her head that was shaved. Her left leg was held up but covered like Alexander promised. The hand without the needle was wrapped in a bandage.

Thomas felt like his throat closed up and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I can’t lose you sweetheart… I’ll be with you with each step of the way. Ok? No matter what. I’m with you. I love you babygirl.”

Kissing her forehead, Thomas left the room after the nurse informed him his time was up. With a promise to visit Y/N every day. Thomas left, giving the guys a ‘bro hug’ they all parted ways.

Alexander going home with John so he wouldn’t be alone, at least until his grandparents arrived to help with funeral arrangements. Parting ways, everyone left the hospital with heavy hearts.

                                                                                                    Next Chapter

*goes into hiding, shouts from under the bed* please tell me if there are any mistakes! This was a rollercoaster to write. omg.

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[t-lostinworlds]

guess who said fuck sleep and decided to actually sit down and write this instead.......

it’s 10am, i should be sleeping, but tell me, why on earth did i suddenly draft another frat!tom one shot?

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[phantom-curve]

fic updates!

- did I shatter you? is fully finished with the epilogue posted in case anyone missed that! it’s also on AO3. I most likely will not revisit this universe unless I feel particularly inspired or get a request to do so. that fic felt really raw and special to me and I’m so humbled by your love for it. thank you for loving it as much as I did.

- find the strength, find the melody will be finished. Luke’s POV is already half written. Julie has 3-4 chapters left. 6 at the absolute max. I do not have a timeline for when updates will be posted. december is a bad mental health month for me and there is inevitably a mountain of shit to get through for our family during holidays. I earn like 80% of my wife stripes in the time between Halloween and New Year’s. I promise I’m still writing and working on this, I just need breaks sometimes.

- I really wanna start a Flarrie fic with tie-ins to gold rush and ‘tis the damn season by taylor swift. I’ve never written for non-canon ships but I have this idea that won’t leave my brain. I think I might post it on AO3 first, but it will eventually end up here too. 

- Reggie is probably getting a spin-off strength/melody fic with a Kayla pairing because Luke gave me that in his POV and then I had an epiphany that last young renegades is his all time low album. someone’s gotta take advantage of the drugs&candy title and I have volunteered as tribute. that will probably be my last JATP fic outside of one-shots/drabbles/requests until I finish my OC novel. unfortunately fanfics will not pay my bills so I gotta actually work on the thing that will. 

- connected to that last bulletin: I absolutely will write fic requests! please don’t be shy about sending in prompts or requests, I would actually really love to do that! it would be a nice break from tapping into my own creative well. my only caveat is that I don’t write xReader fics or RPF.

that’s the update! sorry for the word dump, but I haven’t been very active lately and wanted to keep you all informed. I haven’t said this before, but I’ve quite literally been locked down inside of my house since the second week of March due to being high risk and this fandom/all of you lovely people have been a godsend during what has been the hardest part of my quarantine. thanks for being here with me. I love y'all.  

[writefightandflightclub]

What am I up to? (Luna’s autumn/winter update) 🍁

Ok, now that I’ve posted the monster Duke Leto fic and got it out of my system, I wanted to give a bit of an update on what I’ll be concentrating on in the immediate future and through autumn/winter.

Reading my TBR list of fics as I’ve not had time to read and reblog your content while doing so much writing! (I have 25 things I’ve been tagged in to catch-up on and I’m sure that list will grow soon so I’m very excited!)

Updating my masterlist, which is a little out of date now.

I am pausing requests, and, I’m really sorry, some leftover asks from soft blurb week (and some from earlier that have been sat in my inbox for a while) may go unanswered. I promise I answer/ed as many as I physically could but I think I have to draw a line now and start fresh, otherwise I will start to stress myself out trying to get through more than I can manage and feeling like I’m leaving loose ends all over the place! A few things you’ve asked for might appear anyway in future as they’re half done in my drafts, but if your ask goes unanswered or I don’t respond I’m really sorry and it’s in no way personal. My ask box is always open though! Come at me! ☺️ I do my best to get back to you on as much as I can.

I have some one-shots coming up for Poe and Nathan, and some other blurbs on the horizon, but for the most part I’d like to focus on developing (old and new) series and maybe some events and bigger bits of writing during autumn/winter. (Trying to teach myself a bit of patience!)

I NEED to finish my FO!Poe series Violent Delights as I’m sick of promising this and not delivering! It’s also begging to be wrapped up. I also want to progress Two Steps Back. As well, I have loosely sketched series for Nathan and Ezra which may materialise down the line. I want to have a go at finishing the whole thing before posting, if I can exercise some self-control for once.

Also (possibly) working on a Nathan horror story for a halloween event and (definitely) a regency!Poe AU with pegging for Regency Femdom week 👀 Deadlines don’t work well with my anxious brain though, so we’ll see if that happens.

I might do a smut event in November! Similar to soft blurb week but with more prompts / fun stuff, and a format that makes it more manageable for me to complete and to ensure I’m not leaving things unfulfilled. If I can pull it off, I have some very exciting Nathan + Blue ides I might publish that week too.

When Dune comes out clearly I’m going to lose my shit so just be prepared for that in December.

I want to do some more art! It relaxes me, and you were kind about my other art even though I’m still learning 🙏

Aside from this I have like 30 half-complete things in my drafts and a list of about 50 vague ideas so who knows, I may contradict everything I’ve written above any surprise you with... Everything Not What I’ve Just Said. (I am excited about some of these too, but I won’t give too much away!)

I can’t stop writing (seriously, sometimes I worry- I’ve been in a bit of a frenzy) so whatever happens, I will have Things For You and I hope you like them when they arrive! Thank you as always for your support! 🧡

As always, writing is an art not a science, and so let’s see where it goes! I thank you for sticking around and joining me for the journey, and for being patient with me!

Luna out!

🌑

Xx

[tahitianmangoes]

Ok ok, be ready for this long ask!😆

March, June, september ,tomorrow, today, fortnight, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday and december for ask game!

I'm sorry it's too long😅😅

Love you!!💕💗💕

march: do you listen to music whilst writing? Yes ^^ I usually listen to lofi or classical music 

june: have you ever written and/or posted a marriage fic? Ummm, not for red dead fandom. It’s not really my style tbh!

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart? “I binge read this in two days and it genuinely pained me when I realized there wasn’t more after this chapter. You do such a wonderful job of exploring the pain and confusion Arthur feels, and the complex nature of his relationship with Dutch. This fits a lot of my headcannons and the personal nature of your writing hits close to home for myself as well, making it even more impactful and effective from a narrative standpoint.The part with the ghost of Lyle gave me chills. Dutch acknowledging the small part of him that’s been telling him this is wrong since the beginning had me on the edge of my seat. Should you choose to continue this, i look forward to consuming it with the same voracious need I have the last 10 chapters. Thank you again for your incredible writing and emotional contribution to the Red Dead fandom 💕“

tomorrow: favourite ways to write fluff? Hmm. I don’t really write fluff, I’m not a massive fan of it. 

today: have you made any progress in any wips today? Yes! I’m working on a 5 chapter fic that I hope to start posting soon T^T I’m on chapter 5 right now.

fortnight: what wip do you plan on posting next, if at all? I haven’t really decided. I do have a Morbell that needs updating though...

tuesday: name a fic you have posted which you think is overrated? Lol! Idk if “overrated” is a word I’d use but I was surprised that We all like a bad boy, don’t we?  was as popular as it was because I didn’t think it was that good.

wednesday: name a fic which you have posted which you think is underrated? Ooh! Idk about underrated!! Maybe The beast in me which was a Halloween werewolf fic I wrote ^^;;

friday: most self-indulgent fic you have ever posted? Probably a Dutch x Arthur x Reader I wrote a while back. Or anything to do with my oc Clementine.

saturday: what gets you excited whilst writing? When the words I write match the scene I’ve got in my head perfectly!

december: have you ever gifted a fic to someone? I don’t think I’ve gifted one to anyone. I’ve written fics for people for giveaways/competitions though!

Lool! Thank you! That was fun! 💖

[thatanimenerd101]

Story time...…..

Now I know I said I would take a break but, Welcome to story time. Today topic will be..... my first love. (I was super naive so bear with me.) Get your snack and get comfortable. FYI my real name is not Kayla, it’s my main OC’s name and the name I use at the coffee shop. My real name is not common. Now this is a personal post and this is NOT edited, so WELCOME TO CRINGE TOWN!

Okay so these are the roles of the people in the story. I have changed their names so that if they find this, I can laugh my ass off. By the way if you see this, the person that fucked the way of how I see love, oh hello. I’m about to tell the world of how much of a dick you are.....😈 you’ll find out soon.

Boy I fell in love with: we are gonna call him Don (sorry if your name is Don)

My best friend: Miko

Don’s best friend: Matt, oh this one I wanna slap across the face.

Now, everything I am about to tell you did happen to me and my one friend was ready to beat the shit outta Don.

Now this happened in my second year of high school, I was the mom friend of the group, I was the friend you would go to for advise and someone to talk too. But before we get into the TEA of the story quick flashback to Halloween before all this happened. Well not really a flashback but it is how everything started. Sort of.

Miko invited me to a Halloween party her church was having. So I thought sure, I've been working hard in school so why not? She told me she was inviting an old friend from grammar school, she told me his name was Don. I was like okay cool, maybe him and I could become good friends. So when I first met him he was a good guy, now Miko is almost two years younger than me so she was still in middle school at the same, same with Don. All three of us had fun, hell Miko even dragged me into a haunted house. I hate those things, I almost punched one of the people inside. So at the end of the party Miko’s mom drove us all home, Miko and I said by to Don. I though that was the last I would hear from him. 

Over the next few months Miko and Don would text back and forth. I thought nothing of it, all I thought was they haven't talked much in years so what could go wrong? That was until he sent a nude photo of himself, because he thought it was cool. When Miko told me about this, I was grossed out. I told her to tell him off and that photo was uncalled. Don said he was sorry and that he was not thinking. Miko forgave him and they continued being friends

Time went on, the end of the school year was coming up it was the end of April, two months before final exams. I was in my room scrolling threw Netflix when my phone dinged. 

New message request from Don Smith. 

“Hey, is this Miko’s best friend?”

At the time I did not think anything of it 

“Yeah, that's me. What do you want?”

“Woah, I just wanted to chat with you. Is this not a good time?”

“Now is okay, I just did not expect you to message me out of the blue.”

For the next hour we did some small talk, I don't really care for small talk unless I want to get to know the other person. He told me he played football and that he broke up with his girlfriend. Then he made a comment of how I looked like her. I saw a picture of her and yeah I did look like her. All threw the rest of April and May we texted all the time,  we even video chatted a lot. But the second week of May he told me he liked me and he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I told him that I was not interested in dating at all. Plus we did not know each other for long. I thought and still think that relationships are a serious thing and not something to play around with. He would still flirt with me, a lot but I would just push it off. I never had someone flirt with me before, yes I have been cat called before. But it made me think maybe I do like him?

I talked it over with Miko and she said that it was okay. But she told me not to let a boy get in the way of our friendship. 

One day he stopped talking to me, I thought something bad happen because he told me he was really depressed. So I blew up his phone with texts. 

I did not hear anything from him for a week, I told Miko and she told me that Don had been texting her non-stop for the past week for no reason. He kept asking her for nudes and to video chat. She showed me her phone we decided something. 

I video called him and he picked up. 

The look on his face once he say Miko with her phone. She screamed at him and I was crying a lot. I never been in love before so yeah. Anyways this sounds like something out of a movie, that’s because it was. 

Now I wont go into too much detail but I made him feel guilty because he had heard me crying. Now I don't cry much unless something is wrong. 

Matt, Don’s best friend would hit on me as well which let the two getting into fights. He would call me “Babe” or “Baby” I did not like being called that so I stopped talking to them. Now Don and Matt went to different school from Miko and I. 

One day I had enough of Don talking to me one day and then not bothering to say two words to me for weeks. My friends told me this is not how love works or how a friendship works. 

I sent him a long message telling him of how I did not like being treated like I was nothing to him. He only called me when he was sad. All he liked about me was my body. Now I never gave him any chances to see my body at all. I had and still struggle with body-image. He blocked me and I thought it was over. 

I was heart broken because this was the first person outside of my family those three words. I love you. He never said it back, he would just say “me too “ or “You too cutie” 

He tried to get me to talk to him over the summer I would just leave him on read or tell him to go talk to a wall. In August he stopped all commination and I blocked him on everything Facebook, etc.  

I was slowly healing from him. He used my feelings just so that he could get inside my head and mess with me. I was the girl he would use to talk too if he was sad. But when I needed him, he would leave me on read and say that he did not have time to deal with me. 

It was the next school year, a new start. I was still heartbroken but my friends stayed by my side. 

They even planed to go to his house with a bat, TP and shaving cream. They told me they would kick his ass while I waited in the car eating a gallon of ice cream while I laughed. Now my friends are very protective of me, I am the sweet one. 

One night well I was giving my rabbit a bath I got a message on my smartwatch saying that an unknown number sent me a photo. I thought nothing of it because I just though one of my friends I'm not very close with  sent me a meme or something like that. A lot of people had my number because I had done a lot of group projects and I would have to give my number out. So I finished giving Junior a bath and opened the text. 

The text was a picture of a note. The gist of it was that Don was sorry and that he did not know what he was doing. He said that he should've never let me go because he loved me. 

Oh god, I never screenshotted something so fast in my life, I made a group chat with five of my close friends. One of my friends mom was all ready to call his mother and have a “Nice talk” But I did what I thought was right in my heart. 

I called him a child for waiting six months to apologies. I also gave him 24 to call me and leave a voicemail of him actually saying what he wrote in that awful love note. I could barley read the note and it was poorly written. He was a freshmen in high school and I was about to take an SAT. Which I was supposed to take in the spring. This was in December, he waited six months. I cried when I read that note because of what he put me through. I thought I blocked him on everything but not my regular texting app, I forgot I had his number in the first place.

He changed the way I look at love. He was a toxic person and no one should tell you when its okay to speak. But here's something he did not like about me. Now this happened to me when I was 15, he was 14. Don't ever let someone boss you around and use you. I’ve grown a lot since my second year of high school.

But now I am happy to say that I am happy and that I will wait for something who loves and cares for me. Now anyone who does not treat me like Kirishima, or Hawks, they can leave. I don't need m heart to be broken like glass, my friends and I have been gluing the broken pieces for a while. I’m still healing, but now I know what is okay and what is not. I am unsure of when I will find love, all I can do is hope. Who knows, maybe my future love will read this. Who knows? I sure wont know.  I don't know what will happen in the future, but all I can say is BRING IT ON! But before I end this post I just want to say,

LOVE IS LOVE! NO MATTER THE GENDER OR SEXUALITY! I support the LGBTQ+ community with my heart and soul. I don't care if your a girl, boy, non-binary, genderfluid, or anything else. As long as your nice to me, I will be nice to you back. I have not been on Tumblr long but I have made some friends on here. It’s really fun reading other peoples writings and chatting with them.

I hope that during tough times that we all can stay safe and sound. I also did not post this for the oh I'm sorry of what you went threw, it is for me to share what I went through. Maybe it will help someone else. Let me know if you want me to do more story times.

I will start working on a something new soon! I did make a promise to someone that I would write something just for them, but all I can tell you is that it will be fluff and cuteness. If you are the person I made that promise too, then HI! I hope the fic I will write makes your heart melt...….

[writersrealmbts]

2019 Reflection

2019 was quite the year and I want to let you all know that I appreciate every single one of you for spending the year with me. It was sort of a rough year for me in many different ways, and this new year is going to bring a lot of changes for me personally. 

So, let’s look back on some of the things that happened here!

January

While January saw the stress of a new semester of college, and the hard-drive on my computer dying, it also saw the publishing of 6 stories/story parts:

“Pretty Paper, Pretty Ribbon”, Shattered Pieces series, Jan 3rd

A Natural: Part 1, Jan 10th

Protect Them: Part 4, Jan 15th

Pack Trials: Namjoon, Jan 19th

Arms, Jan 22nd

Protect Them: Part 5, Jan 27th

February

February started with the second part of A Natural, the completion of the Protect Them Series and had 7 stories/story parts published:

A Natural: Part 2, Feb 6th

Protect Them: Part 6, Feb 9th

Safe with Me: Love for Eternity, Feb 14th

Protect Them: Part 7, Feb 20th

Protect Them: Part 8, Feb 23rd

Protect Them: Part 9, Feb 24th

Protect Them: Part 10, Feb 27th

We also had fun with #screamingschoolanon and @im-captain-of-this-ship​ (how are you?), also the appearance of @kpopgirlbtssvt (whom I love, hello dearest)

March

March saw the renovation of my masterlist (what a journey) and revamping of my blog to the current theme, as well as the publication of four stories/story parts:

Hope’s Joy, Mar 2nd

Shattered Pieces: Feverish, Mar 9th

Joining His Pack: Secure, Mar 15th

Big Changes, Little Life: A Little Behind, Mar 20th

April

April had three stories/parts:

Alternate Reality Nightmares: Dinner with Doubles, Apr 2nd

Fluffy Tails: Home, April 12th

Train Tracks: Part 1, Apr 28th

May

The start of my summer out of school! Thank God, also my 24th birthday, and the 1,500 followers milestone! I published 5 things in May:

Train Tracks: Part 2, May 6th

Train Tracks: Route 1, May 16th

Train Tracks: Route 2, May 16th

Off the Walls: Monkey See, Monkey Do; May 23rd

Pounce, May 29th

At the End of May, I also posted an update on my statistics. In it, my total words, for every fanfiction I had written for BTS (or Got7) totalled at 410,213 words. Today, I’ve had to separate out my hybrid fics from the others so that the program would be so unhappy with me, but I have a total of 610,451 words. 

June

Nothing too exciting in June!

Shattered Pieces: Cotton Tails, June 3rd

Shattered Pieces: Mother’s Day (second posting), June 8th

A Natural: Part 3, June 11th

Pack Trials: Jackson, June 14th

A Little Quirky: Through Thick and Thin, June 25th/June 28th

July

July saw the start of Con Amore Series

Con Amore: Part 1, July 18th

Con Amore: Part 2, July 22nd

Con Amore: Part 3, July 24th

Con Amore: Part 4, July 28th

August

August was, by far, my busiest month. I had my first “Fic-Filled Week/Fic Dump” and my first Drabble day! There were 10 stories posted (not counting drabbles)

Con Amore: Part 5, Aug 2nd

Con Amore: Part 6, Aug 7th

Con Amore: Part 7, Aug 12th

Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 1, Aug 22nd

Different Skins, Aug 23rd

Painted Crown: Part 1, Aug 24th

Painted Crown: Part 2, Aug 25th

Painted Crown: Part 3, Aug 26th

Painted Crown: Part 4, Aug 27th

Con Amore: Part 8, Aug 30th

And there were 21 drabbles posted in August, making a total of 31 stories.

September

The start of a new school year always bring interesting life-situations! Oh, and only four story posts:

Con Amore: Part 9, Sep 4th

Joining His Pack: The Search Begins, Sep 15th

Con Amore: Part 10, Sep 20th

Shattered Pieces: Picnic, Sep 27th

October

The month of the spooky-spooky, another Drabble Day, 2k followers celebration, and the Halloween Raffle! 19 drabbles were posted, including a dragon one that’s getting it’s own series sometime soon (Hint Hint Nudge Nudge), along with 7 other stories!

A Natural: Part 4, Oct 1st

Tangled Hearts, Oct 18th

Cirque du Canape, Oct 27th

Beary Scary, Oct 28th

Fluffy Tails: Recipe for Fluff, Oct 29th

Harvest Moon, Oct 30th

Protect Them: Lollapalooza, Oct 31st

November

This was a hard month for various reasons, and I really didn’t do well with the Thanksgiving Story Raffle, so I’m really sorry everyone. 5 drabbles were posted in November, along with 3 stories.

Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 2, Nov 6th

Shattered Pieces: As Time Flies, Nov 15th

Protect Them: Cornucopia, Nov 27th

December

The return of Finals Week, and Christmas. The times most recently passed. I wasn’t as active as I wanted to be, but I had some semester burn-out. We did see 4 stories published:

Pack Trials: Jimin, Dec 6th

Con Amore: Part 11, Dec 15th

Mission: Christmas, Dec 23rd

Con Amore: Part 12, Dec 28th

In Summary:

On Tumblr, there were 45 drabbles, and 61 stories/story parts posted this year, as well as numerous wonderful interactions. I know this is a long post, and I doubt a lot of you will get through everything, which is fine. I did this for myself, to show myself that I did do a lot this past year. 

There are so many of you that I’ve talked with this year, either privately or through asks, and I really am grateful for each and every one of you who read my work, even if I don’t always seem like I am. 

I hope this new year brings even better times for everyone! 💜💜💜