#it may or may not show up in the rewritten to fic currently living in my drafts

[dayas]

Klonnie angst for the request 🫡🫡🫡

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I took three lines from this list and sprinkled them in here 🥰

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Klaus Mikaelson was no stranger to anger. It lived within him, bubbling just beneath the surface. He was known for it, in fact, for the rage that had daggered his siblings and forced them into stony submission, cold coffins all they knew for centuries. For the righteous fury that had felled kingdoms, swallowed nations, a tsunami of dangerous emotion that swept over and drowned all in its path. He alone wielded it, his very own sword and shield for his own selfish purposes. He supposed saving the young witch’s life was a purpose worthy enough, even if she was staring at him, horrified and infuriated, after the last body fell. His own aggravation shifted, a frozen shard lodging itself in his chest when he realized she was still bleeding. Heavily.

“No, don’t do that, love,” he murmured once he saw her eyes begin to close, her legs buckling. He closed the gap between them in seconds, swinging her up into his arms, and speeding out of the underground chamber they were in. Kidnapping the mother of his child was one thing, but brutalizing her so thoroughly was an entirely different matter. Though his mind wanted to explore the soon-to-be reality of discovering just who had masterminded this plan and torturing them in exquisite detail, none of that would help the witch in his arms. He kicked open the door to his home, speeding her up the stairs and laying her down on his bed. His fangs lengthened, nicking his wrist. Blood dribbled from the wound and he lifted her head with one hand, placing his wrist against her lips. She responded, drinking slightly. The wound in her side continued to bleed. It was then that Klaus’s stomach began to sink.

“Kol!” Klaus roared, and his brother appeared at a moment’s notice. “Call Davina. Now.”

Klaus held onto Bonnie’s body, trying to keep her head up as the gust of wind that signaled Kol’s disappearance washed over them.

“You,” she rasped, and Klaus immediately told her, “Don’t try to speak.”

Bonnie persisted, “You just watched them die.” In his incredulity, he nearly laughed. He’d killed them all, even the innocents, and he’d reveled in it. He knew because of who she was she would be upset, he only figured she would voice her concerns after she’d healed.

If, a terrible murmur in the back of his mind whispered, if she heals.

He scanned her body quickly once more, tamping down on the rage that rose within him at seeing her shoulder was bent at an awkward angle. Fully dislocated — he’d have to fix it himself.

“Look at me, little witch,” he murmured to her, “This is going to hurt. Keep your eyes on me. Think of nothing else.”

He didn’t warn her. Bonnie screamed out, tears leaking from her eyes as her shoulder popped back into place.

“I know,” Klaus whispered to her instead of I’m sorry, “I know it hurts.”

She sobbed quietly in his arms, and he was both grateful that she seemed more alive in this moment, as well as anguished at seeing her in so much pain. Anguish was a feeling he had long since believed he’d forgotten. Of course she would return it to him, as she had returned to him the beating of his long dead heart. Every second that ticked by dragged Klaus deeper into his own personal hell. He bowed his head, pressing his forehead gently against hers.

For the first time in his immortal existence, Klaus Mikaelson prayed. His lips moved in silence, one hand kept against her side to stabilize the wound, the other cradling her neck.

“Klaus,” Bonnie rasped again.

“Do not speak,” he ordered her, “You need to save your strength.”

“If anything happens — ”

“Nothing will happen to you because I will not allow it to.”

He refused. Somehow, in the middle of every trial and tribulation they’d experienced together, his affection for the witch had grown, blossomed into something that now terrified him as he held her rapidly cooling body.

“Keep your eyes open, little witch,” he told her softly, alarmed. They closed, she stilled, and Klaus shook her gently.

“Bonnie.” She did not move. He tried once more.

“Bonnie.”

In a flash, his ear was at her chest, listening for her heartbeat. He was met with sickening, empty silence.

“No,” he said to himself, his voice rising as he shouted out, “No! You cannot do this to me. You cannot go where I cannot follow!” She belonged here, in the land of the living, where she could truly thrive. He promised himself he would give her everything her heart desired, so long as she returned to him. He cared nothing for her rage at being raised from the dead (for she would be angry, that was a given), only for her life. So be it. If he needed to upend Nature itself to keep her, he would leave this world in ashes.

At last, his door burst open. He turned to find Davina Claire at Kol’s side, a grim panic set into her eyes. Clutching Bonnie’s lifeless body, he gave only one command.

“Save her.”

[puckishpal]

Putting my writing hat back in the ring!

I went on a hiatus from my writing for nearly a year. But I am finally in a place where I feel comfortable enough to write again! I have many incomplete projects that I still feel passion for, so hopefully I can start posting them soon.

What's to come? None of them have official titles yet, but here is a current word count for them and a small sneak peak of (nearly) each fic! Below will be Danganronpa and The Owl House (including my Human AU). I also have Naruto fanfic ideas, however those have yet been started.

Link to my AO3

Danganronpa

Stardew Valley inspired, Farmer Taka centric - Total words so far: 4.8k

“I’m kind of, like, clairvoyant.” the man shrugged, though Taka highly doubted the statement. “I had a feeling your fate was intertwined with mine the moment you stepped on the bus, dude! I’m Yasuhiro Hagakure, but since we’re going to be neighbors you can call me Hiro. Pleasure, my guy!”

The driver- Hiro, as they had just been introduced, stuck out a hand towards Taka, his eyes were still glued on the road. Taka took it firmly, a smile on his face. “It is lovely to meet your acquaintance, Hiro. My name is Kiyotaka Ishi–” he hesitated, mouth left open like a fish and hand gripping a bit tighter on the other. “Ishido. However, you may refer to me as Kiyotaka.”

“Right on.” Hiro took his hand back, not questioning Taka’s momentary panic. “We should be pulling up to the bus stop soon. I can show you where the mayor is and he’ll take it from there. Chill dude, but real stern.”

Leon and Mondo centric - Is Kiyotaka Ishimaru cheating on Mondo?! - Total words so far: will be rewritten, so no sneak peak for this one!

Single Father Taka centric - Ishimondo - Total words so far: 11.7k

“Hold the fuck up,” Fuyuhiko paced the living room along side Taka, hands behind his back and eyes staring at the ground. “so you’re saying you had sex with some random bitch when you were out doing what- the fuck- ever, and now you have a Goddamn baby?”

“Yes, Kuzuryu. That is quite literally what I told you, disregarding your distasteful words.”

“Now’s not the time to be smart with me, Ishimaru. There’s a baby in your house, and its mother is nowhere to be found. What are you going to do with it?”

Taka huffed and bit his lip, picking at his fingernails. He was making his cuticles bleed, but he could hardly put in the effort to care, “I would appreciate it if you stopped calling her an ‘it’.”

“Ishimaru!” Fuyuhiko stopped his pacing to grab the front of Taka’s shirt, making him look down at the short man, “Stop harping at me! What are you going to do with the Goddamn baby?!”

The Owl House

He's a Bit of a Fixer Upper inspired, Huntlow - Total words so far: 1.1k

“No,” Amity crossed her arms, “I’m being honest. Hunter,” her voice got lower, as if trying to keep what she’s about to say a secret, “uses the bathroom in the woods, Willow. Isn’t that gross to you?”

Willow frowned and shifted her eyes towards Vee, as if trying to think about a situation that Amity might know that from. When realization hit her, her eyes creased amusingly, “Amity, all boys pee in the woods. Gus does it all the time, too. I’m pretty sure they’ve gone together before.”

“I used to, too!” Luz announced as she came back, having heard Willow in the hallway, “When you gotta go, you gotta go!”

Luz sat back down next to Amity, who wanted to gag, “You can’t be serious, that’s so disgusting.”

Her girlfriend wrapped an arm around Amity’s shoulder, “I don’t do it anymore, but there’s nothing wrong with Hunter peeing in the woods.”

“Can we stop saying the word pee, please?!”

My human AU

How Lumity got together, once upon a time - Total words so far: 1.4k

Luz, the ever perfect tattoo apprentice to Eda Clawthorne, a well known (famous, Luz always says, even if it might be infamously so based on her rather anarchist personality) artist all across the coastal county, agreed to watching the Clawthorne-Whispers family dog today so that they could have a grand ol’ time at the carnival.

“I’ll go the second day.” Luz had said, waving off Eda’s question on if Luz would be able to make it. “No big deal! It’ll still be there!”

Well, yes, the carnival will still be there. But Amity would not be.

“Vee.” Luz whined, sitting up on her knees and interlocking her own fingers together to plead with her twin. Vee sighed and put a hand on her hip, cocking her knee out to watch the groveling comfortably. “It’s for love.”

“What about my lovelife?” Vee argued, raising an eyebrow with challenge. “You think Masha’s going to give me another shot if I blow this off a third time?”

The previously teased birthday celebration for Hunter - Total words so far: 2.7k

“Steve sounds cool.” Willow commented, letting Hunter know that she was there, and she was listening to him.

“He was.” Hunter agreed. “I hadn’t seen him in years. I think he moved back home, I don’t know.”

“Have you tried to reach back out?” Willow asked, suppressing the yawn that wanted to leave her mouth. She didn’t want him to see that she was tired, not yet. “What’s his last name? Maybe he has a Facebook.”

Hunter stared at his bedsheets for a few moments, thinking so hard that Willow was sure that there was smoke coming out of his ears that weren't visible through the phone camera. “I… can’t recall.”

“Really?” Willow teased, a smirk spreading across her face, “but you remember everything.”

Hunter didn’t smile back, which felt like a weight on Willow’s stomach. Okay, so this wasn’t a good moment to mess with him. Maybe he was more vulnerable than she thought right now. She wished she could take it back, “I don’t remember a lot from back then.”

[ottertooferswriting]

Unbroken Chain's rewrite Teaser.

One of my first fandoms, and first fanfictions posted to AO3 all the way back in 2014 was a ThorinxFem Bilbo hobbit fic. I'm rewriting it. Lol I highly doubt those who may have read it in the past will find it here but to the new readers hello!

I have currently rewritten 4 of 10 chapters, which are all posted on my Patreon, which is available for a single doubloon a month for early access to fics. (currently BG3 and Hobbit content mostly) I won't be posting the rewrite to AO3 until its completely done.

Relationship: ThorinxFem Bilbo

Wordcount: roughly 900

Tags: Slavery, Angst, Slowburn, Fem Bilbo, BAMFBilbo.

Summary: Bilba Baggins is living in bag end a few years before the quest for Erebor is due to begin, when her cousin Lobelia buys a dwarf from the slave traders in Buckland and brings him home.

For a few weeks there’s just idle chatter about it, but then one day after the initial talk and their first meeting, Bilba sees the dwarf again after the time spent in her relatives care.

Overcome at the cruelty of her cousin and the state the dwarf is in, she rescues the slave from Lobelia and takes him home to Bag End with her to nurse him back to health; not knowing the adventure she has welcomed to her doorstep through her act of kindness.

Ch1 teaser below.

Whisper’s about Lobelia Sackville-Baggins' latest blatant flaunt of her family's newfound wealth found its way to Bilba’s ears within a day of her purchase. Her cousin was always finding new and exotic or fanciful items to bring home and gloat about over tea with the neighbors and Bilba was sure it would be some time before she received an invitation. As Lobelia’s most despised family member, she would be the last to see her ‘exciting’ new treasure as a slight to her social status. 

Her cousin tired of the new things quickly and ended up selling or tossing them away. Though not before the snooty hobbitess had a chance to show it off to everyone that had an ounce of social clout within the boundaries of the Shire. This would not be anything to fuss over with a typical purchase of embroidered hats decorated with dyed feathers; or engraved silverware that was obviously meant to outshine the set that had been passed down through the Baggin’s hands for generations. However, this was not a typical bauble. 

Bilba did not care overmuch about social niceties or any such bothersome details when it came to the Sackville-Baggins. She was a direct Baggins by her father’s blood, not one by name alone through marriage. She had more important things to worry about than being high on the ‘invite to tea’ list of one particular lady of the Shire. 

Though it was not only polite to accept an invitation to tea, in this particular instance the hobbitess had been plagued by an uncomfortable pull in her gut that had not left her alone since the news first circulated throughout the gossip circles. She found herself awaiting the invitation with something approaching foreboding. A niggling in the back of her mind that had grown into a whisper that not all was well. It was an unsettling realization to the Baggin’s heir to find her ‘prickle’ that had awoken during the Great Winter when wolves had come across the frozen river to feast on Hobbit flesh pressing on her heart to check on her kin’s escapade. 

Nearly two weeks passed before Bilba found herself seated in an overstuffed chair in the modestly sized but increasingly well furnished living room of the Sackville-Baggins smial. Sipping tea that had purposefully gone lukewarm, nibbling three day old biscuits and making small talk while hardly listening to what her cousin was saying was out of place for one of her infrequent visits in only one aspect. She was usually quite on top of parsing out the hidden meaning and subtle barbs laced into Lobelia’s speeches. One too many times the hobbitess had tried to twist words and meanings to get something she wanted. 

It was rather like a standoff with a particularly nasty goose. One wrong move and you’d find yourself with a fresh bruise and only some idea of how things went sour. Bilba could hardly concentrate. Her chest was aching, her fingers tingling, her ear tips twitching. There was something going on that was far above the usual petty cruelty her cousin was known for and the longer the other hobbit drug out the game she liked to play the worse it became. Bilba was on the verge of snapping at the woman to just come out with whatever she had been brought to see when the infuriating hobbitess finally said something noteworthy. 

Lobelia had an unbearably smug look on her face. The expression sent a thrill of nervous energy through Bilba’s body as she took in the twist of the woman’s shapely lips and the calculatingly detached gleam in her eyes. That look never boded well for whom it was directed. When her cousin picked up a small brass bell and shook it as a summons, the first reaction that Bilba could muster was disbelief. That feeling swiftly gave way to dawning horror as the rasp of cheap cloth and the clink of metal rubbing against itself fell on her sensitive hearing. 

Broad shoulders pulled into a slight but unnatural hunch due to the configuration of the chains on his wrists and ankles. Long dark hair that was in desperate need of a wash and combing obscured most of the males face. Ratty, threadbare clothing that was made out of what looked to be old sack cloth strained in some places on the dirty frame and hung loose in others. As her cousin’s purchase made his way into the living room; it was all Bilba could do to stop the gasp of stunned outrage from escaping her throat. 

The ‘treasure’ that her cousin had brought home was not a pretty knick knack or a new stitching of lace, but a person. A dwarf to be precise. Tall for his kind, gaunt and worse for wear in appearance. The face of the male was down turned in subjugation and covered with near matted locks as his only feasible form of shield. Despite the attempt to hide, Bilba could just make out the line of a proud nose, strong jaw framed in a close cropped dark beard and thick brows pulled down in a furrow of displeasure. His cheeks were sunken from lack of good food and an all over air of neglect seemed to hang about the male. He struck a rather pitiful figure standing there waiting to be addressed by the hobbitess that had bought him from who knew where. And yet. 

 Bilba could not take her eyes away. Something was hiding, under the dirt and dried blood. There was a quality about the dwarf before her that struck the hobbitess as regal.

[sammys-magical-au]

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[barryallenis]

The Other Side (Westallen fic)

AN: So I may have mentioned this before in passing. But I just posted chapter 4 so I thought maybe I’d actually post it here now! This all stems from my need for westallen to have their psychological torment addressed in season 7 ... and since it know it wont be like this I wrote it myself

SUMMARY: Following her escape from the Mirrorverse, Iris is confronted with a realization that the world she's returned to is not the same. Or perhaps, that she herself if not the same. With the help of her husband Barry, and those she trusts, she works to find a way back to a sense of normalcy. Which may mean facing some of the dark demons she thought she'd left on the other side. ~(S7 hopes) (Chap 2 is iris centric)

It didn't take much to wake Barry Allen these days. In fact, his restlessness the past few weeks hadn't been this bad since he was eleven years old. Back then, it was the image of his mother, reaching out for him as red and yellow lights swirled around her that he knew he would see when he closed his eyes that kept him up. And while the last few years had created countless horrific scenes to relive in nightmares, nothing had fostered the level of unease he now felt surrounding him with every breath.

Now, it wasn't fear of sleep that kept him up, but of everything around him in waking, and of the flashing watch on his wrist that reminded him he didn't have the power to fight them.

A few nights ago specifically, his restlessness couldn't even confine him to his bed. Instead, it drew him into a late night purge. It was well past 2am by the time he returned home to a space full of shattered mirrors. Between the energy used for speed healing and his late night rendezvous several county's over, everything in his body told him to sleep, to rest, to fight this battle tomorrow. But with every step he took deeper into the home he hadn't lived in for a week, so much felt foreign to him.

This is where we ate together. This is where we binged that new crappy reality show on Netflix. This is where we laughed, this is where we kissed, this is where she crumbled to pieces in his arms ...

Every space felt tainted with falsehoods. Moments he thought were something else entirely being rewritten with every glance around the loft.

It wasn't her. All that time it was someone … something else.

But as every place in the apartment felt damaged, each was equally matched with some of the very moments that were driving him forward.

This is where he and Iris held their first Thanksgiving. This is where they played scrabble with their daughter. This is where she fell asleep in the first movie of the Star Wars marathon. This is where she spilt an entire glass of red wine across all 3 rugs. This is where he told her he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Twice. This is where she said yes. Twice. This is where they lived.

Though now, of course, it was only he who lived there.

With his mind more alert than ever, he shoved his tired body into motion. Not with speed, but with determination.

This was going to be their home again. And when it is, it will be theirs and only theirs.

He swept up all the glass shards he could find. He then carried the bagged up remains and all but one of the recently added mirrors down to the curb outside the apartment. He questioned throwing them all away, wondering what Eva could still do to them, with them, in such a close proximity to him. But she was not the only one connected to that mirror. He saw Eva step right through it. From the “world she left behind.” The world Iris was still in.

If there was even the slightest chance that Iris do the same. Or even if it had the unique ability that allowed her to hear him, see him, sense him in any way through it, he would string it across his back to keep it with him at all times if he could.

The 4am frenzy that followed was not planned or calculated. But as simply as Barry had put the piece of their apartment together 3 years ago, he found himself doing it again.

What if he moved the couch under the window? What if he changed the direction of the dinning table? What if he moved this art piece, this vase, this book, this glass, this -

It was nearly daybreak by the time Barry realized there was one room, one big room, he had missed.

As he crept up the stairs he found it harder than he had anticipated to enter the most intimate place in his home.

This was the only bed that had ever been theirs. From the moment it was delivered to the center of their cold cement floor living room to nearly every night since. That was the last place he had been with her. The last place he has seen her, through slits in his eyes as he drifted to sleep. Before she left to follow her lead. Before she got trapped in that place.

Before he knew it, he was stripping the bed clean. First sheet, then comforters, pillows, all haphazardly thrown to the floor. He caught a glimpse of the towels in the bathroom and threw them into the pile as well. Then he began pulling at the bare mattress and bed frame, turning them around in the opposite direction. This resulted in the movement of side tables, dressers, chairs, everything.

Everything needed a new place.

By full fledged morning nearly every moveable piece of furniture in the loft has been adjusted. Bed covering sat shoved into trash bags by the front door, the bed they had once covered still bare and unoccupied. The current sole resident of this loft had instead finally found slumber across the slim window seat that spanned the length of the apartment, the sparsely drawn curtains behind him pulled to hide the now bright morning sun.

While the following night he did get replacements for all his discarded linens, he did not use them for the next several days. Instead, he slept on the just-too-short couch he had just moved from the center of the apartment and tried his hardest not to think of all the nights Iris did the exact same thing when he was in the unknown …

Tonight, however, was different. Tonight he sunk deeply into his mattress as if it were the most comfortable place in the world. And to him, in fact, it was, leading to the soundest sleep he had since his all began.

And that was entirely because he had fallen asleep with his wife safely and tightly enveloped in his arms.

-> CHAPTER 2-4 ON AO3 <-

[faejilly]

I was tagged by @la-muerta​ & @facialteeth​ & @thedivinemissema​ for the WIP/Title Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

AND THEN  by @shadoedseptmbr​ @msviolacea​ & @ravenclawnerd​ for the “stories you want to write... but for some reason haven’t yet”

so this will be a mish-mash of both? The WIPs will mostly have blurbs in this case (to fit the second meme) but you are still welcome to ask follow-up questions, if you’d like ;) Assuming you make it through the list, it is uh. Not Short.

Anyone who would like to play with their WIPs, please consider yourself tagged in either or both of these. :D

Misc Fic Folder:

“untitled document” - where I’m working on fictober fills so I have word-counts for my GYWO tracker. I am not working on these because Brains Are Dumb and also Going Back To Work Is Exhausting

I made a file called “YULETIDE!” which has nothing in it but I’m determined to finish this year so that is definitely technically a thing in the Unending WIP List of Doom worth mentioning. (Tho obviously that’s all I could say even if I had started, because anonymous.)

“coda-fics, rewatch!” -yes, that exclamation mark is important! it’s to keep me motivated! (it didn’t work). Much like untitled, this is for putting stuff so I can do word count tracking even if I don’t know what I’m doing. Currently I think it just says “MARYSE” because I was working on my SH 1x6 coda-fic and then got distracted and haven’t typed anything up yet. (Yay notebooks? Boo notebooks? Not even sure at this point.)

WNIP (works not in progress) Folder:

“TOG” - I had one vivid mental image of how Nicky & Joe met (blood-stained evil smiles?) but then no idea for a follow-up story and also the fandom is insane and I’m not sure I want to deal with all of *gestures vaguely* all that

“Shan Xia Notes” -for a TTRPG that never quite got off the ground; she was a semi-tragic selkie who was still in love with the evil queen/lady who stole her skin and I got to play her for like one session and she was surprisingly chaotic neutral, which wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting. But the game never really got off the ground, so I never had enough info to really delve into writing backstory fic

“post-Kruschev” -Kruschev’s List was the last episode of Scarecrow & Mrs King, and I was debating writing an epilogue in place of the s5 we never got, to try and tie up some loose ends, but the fandom’s three old-ladies in trench coats and I never quite worked up the gumption to get it anywhere

“Code Realize warm as silk sequel” -there is literally nothing in this file except “SEX! Only a little angst” because I wanted to write some “we can’t actually touch each other” smut but never actually did. 🤷‍♀️

BioWare (also all Not-In-Progress Anymore)

“seb/adelaide”, “Theia” & “DAI Erana” -these WIP folders were cannibalized for ficlets for the last few times I did fictober, and while originally I had ideas for longer epilogues for all three of them, at this point I don’t think any of the remaining bits could support a story any longer.

”whispers in the dark” -Maia Ryder never really got much fic at all; the cancellation of any further Andromeda stuff was really disheartening, and at this point I’d have to play the game again, and I don’t think I’m gonna manage that any time soon

”TSP” -a Mass Effect 3 Shepard AU collab project that kind of went off the rails, and our mutual brains/lives never quite seem to line up so we can try and rebuild it ”Ngaio & Tane” -my one truly ruthless Shepard (Alliance background, who romanced Traynor) whose father Tane Shepard was, I think, in PsyOps, and I wanted to figure out their complicated relationship but never really did know where I was going with it

”JE Zu & Yaling” -so I’ve rambled about my Tragic Sagacious Zu Romance Thoughts regarding Jade Empire more than once (#Icy Yaling should have most of it) but apparently I want to yell about it more than I want to actually write it? Whoops.

”CI sequel: 5 times fic?” -Cruel Intentions is a kinkmeme fill that I started and then it sat for like five years before I actually finished it, and I liked the ending, but it does leave a giant fucking question mark in terms of how those people got from there to where they are after the game, and I kind of wanted to write a proper h/c fic rather than just... leaving them wallowing in all that trauma?

But I didn’t. I don’t even remember for sure how I wanted to frame the 5/1 of it all, besides it being something sad about allowing people to see you or touch you in some way. (Prayers maybe, since I think there was definitely some Sebastian & Fenris & faith stuff going on in there.)

“candles” -Merribela prompt fill that I never was happy with? Not sure what I might do with it at this point, so it’s just sitting there all sad and lonely and neglected-like.

Shadowhunters

pt1: WIP LIST ONLY

“Persuasion” -so I keep trying to write Persuasion AUs in many fandoms because it’s my favorite Austen, but I think I like it too much, I have no real solid concept of how I’d transform it, and if I don’t have anything else to say about different characters within that framework, I have no push to actually write anything? Also this SH version of it suffered from MASSIVE scope creep when I started outlining and it got too big for me to handle so I like, killed it twice? Whoops. This one is really probably never gonna happen.

“oosdt sequel” -I wanted to write more about the Forest That Eats People and Magnus & Alec as Guardians Between Worlds, and also some background Magnus’ Found Family & Lightwood Family Feels (maybe some clizzy?) and I left a Madzie plot-thread dangling from the first one on purpose even but I think this one had too many ideas and not enough focus so it’s sort of sprawling all over a doc with a lot of “???” in it

“procedural-ish” -this was originally going to be a sex-farce. and then it turned more serious. and then maybe kind of copaganda which was uncomfortable in terms of the Everything That Is The News in 2020, and then maybe it was more a Mafia AU and at that point I had self-inflicted tone whiplash and I wished the voices in my head were a little more forthcoming about their plans so I stopped before I brained myself on my computer monitor in frustration.

“I had rather a rose than live forever” -I started a reverse!verse Malec (Shadowhunter!Magnus, High Warlock!Alec) for bingo last year, and I couldn’t quite get it together in time, so I made a moodboard inspired by the bits I’d started instead. I may see if one of my prompts from Bingo this year help me finish it?

“fall fright fest (practical magic  au)” -exactly what it says on the tin! almost exactly a year old & neglected! IDEK ANYMORE (I talked about this one with the WIP meme last time tho: here)

“priest!kink theology?” -I thought it was gonna be smut? I like priest!kink. I have made other people like it and yell at me even! But then I kept diverging into demon!Magnus thinking about Priest!Alec’s faith and as usual, IDEK ANYMORE *laughs*

(If they’re remotely canon-adjacent or divergent, a bunch of these are in here because I need to rewatch the show to get the pacing/timing/tone right and I haven’t, and I don’t know why, because I enjoy the show, but BRAINS! Are Dumb! So I guess that’s it?)

“I do” -I have tried to write this damnable Malec arranged marriage fic like six different times. I have signed up for fic exchanges and bangs with it, I have rewritten massive sections, trying to change tone or structure or POV or whatever, and it basically comes down to they like each other too fast and I keep not gutting it enough to get back to a useful pace, but by the time I realized that I was on take six and kind of sick of it. I may get back to it eventually

“wing!fic” -canon divergent in early s1, trying to deal with the consequences of Simon’s kidnapping as the Truly Serious Event that it should have been. It uh. Got heavier than I expected with those consequences (considering it was originally just supposed to be Alec’s wings flirting with Magnus) and also see above re: rewatching for pacing.

“2x20 aftermath/date night/pandemonium porn“ -yes that is the actual wip title. It used to be “spite fic” because I was originally inspired by fighting against a lot of fic!Alec characterization that was clearly based more on the books and ATG syndrome than the Alec in the show, which is the Alec I know and like and want to read about. BUT, pacing and etc. again, I think. Also I have somehow entirely lost my knack for writing porn, which makes it difficult to finish something originally intended to be smut!fic. Or even teasing almost!smut.

“rubbish heap” -so this is about three different fics that I realized complemented each other really well so they’re now all in the same file as I try to turn them into the sequel of “with an if in its soul”. It includes amnesia, parabatai lore shenanigans, a s3 rewrite, and some truly awful Owl adjustments that make me wince in horrified authorly delight and pain. BUT, as with the other ones in this file, the scope is large and I normally write short-fic and I kind of just threw up my hands in exasperation. I may have to break it back up into the three different fics instead, if I ever actually want to write it. Them? But also I need to take better notes on s3 to make sure I have what I need in here.

SH Pt 2: Started posting or not yet in hiatus because it’s actually almost ready to be a thing in the real world! maybe!?

“kisses (firsts)” -I actually started publishing this one, a “series of firsts” that was supposed to be kind of relationship milestones and kind of an excuse for smut, and then there wasn’t that much smut and I lost momentum and also dear lords & ladies the timeline is stupid, wtf. I may not ever add to this one, tbqh. It doesn’t stop in a terrible place, and they’re all ficlets so they stand alone all right.

“clizzy epilogue” -this is blank atm, it’s more a reminder for me to keep poking away at my “girls who can’t breathe air, only fire” collection BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO ACTUALLY GET TO THE CLIZZY AT SOME POINT

"mer!alec" -pts 2-4 of a series, but apparently having an actual plan gets in the way of me *writing* the thing, and I haven't managed to throw the half an outline far enough away from my brain to be able to write again. Or something like that.

"ibhww" -if broken hearts were whole is a soulmate fic I started a million years ago, and purposefully set aside to finish some other WIPs because I thought they'd be quick, and now it's just buried under two and a half years of regret and shame so it's hard to get back to it

"iafy" -i am for you is a delightful & frothy semi-epistolary fluff piece that also just lost momentum because Life & 2020 & etc. It's far and away the most popular thing I've ever posted on AO3, which also makes me feel weird sometimes, and I feel like the fact that there's no grand conclusion planned, just a bit more fluff and settling in, might end up being disappointing? Basically, it's the first time I think I've psyched myself out about reader expectations, and until I get over that I'm going to have trouble finishing the last couple chapters. (There really are probably only two more chapters though. IT’S SO CLOSE, I wish I could just... write it. And yet?)

“fake-hating” -I do not like fake dating as a trope that much, I just do not get it, but I love outside POVs and arranged marriages and there’s this delighful tumblr post about how they wished there was more fic about people who were together but had to pretend they werent’, and uh. This may be that? Eventually? I’m not exhausted by my failure to finish it yet, so it’s still in the regular folder rather than the hiatus folder, even though nothing’s been posted for it.

AND I THINK THAT’S IT?

Not as terrible as it could be, but still. MANY WORDS THAT MAY NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. Posting the equivalent of one’s old ratty sketchbook is always a weird feeling. :D

[silvysartfulness]

10, 14, 19, 41, 44!

Ahh, thank you very much for the Ask! :D

10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Actually, I haven't really read fanfic in a very, very long time? I do love fanfic, I just haven't been invested enough in any fandom to gather spoons enough to read fiction in a long time. I've mostly lived in my own original storyverse Pangaea for the past three years or so.

I think the last fandom I actually read some fic for was the MCU in the early days of the first Avengers movie? I was relatively into frostiron for a while and helped my wife beta her fics Spiting The Sun and Do Ut Des, as well as reading some other fics I unfortunately can't recall the names of.

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

I love Wei Wuxian's and Wen Qing's dynamic! It's so so so rare to see a male-female friendship that isn't romance coded.

Literal bros with amazing dynamic would be Wei Wuxian and Jiang Chen, because who needs their heart anyway.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

Several, but it's a lot more to do with brain fatigue than aversion to the ships themselves!

I wish I had the energy and focus to read more XiYao, I really do love their chemistry a lot. (I may be on a slippery slope there, we'll see. Maybe I'll point back to this post in another month and laugh hollowly and say ”ahaha, guess I should have seen that obsession coming”. Or not. Who can tell? Not me. I just work here.)

I also... both kind of love and hate SongXiao? Like, I love their dynamic, but there seems to be a very black and white (ba-dum-tsh) view that they're the acceptable pure cinnamon pairing in opposition to the problematic clusterfuck that is XueXiao - and since I'm very much into XueXiao, I daren't look too deeply into SongXiao since there's almost always a very negative vibe regarding Xue Yang and Yi City there. But as two parts of the SongXueXiao disaster that I love, I definitely like them a ton.

SangChen? Is that the shipping name? One of those I can see would be fun, but am just not really feeling it.

To be honest though? I'm a thot for good writing and characterization and if something good enough pops under my nose, I'm very willing to give it a shot, no matter the pairing.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

I'm still very new in this fandom (hard to believe it's only been a bit more than a month since I jumped in!) and with my brain getting easily overworked, I actually haven't read all that much?

But let's see if I can scrape together 5 fics I read or have read!

1. Chopping Block. This has got to be one of my fave (Song?)XueXiao fics. The way the characters are handled is beautiful, and there have been several of those gut-punch ”oh.” moments where the hurt is so, so good. (The ”his hands get cold” scene, man. MAN.)

2. Red Azalea. This is another utterly charming (Song?)XueXiao fic, a delightful capricious post-Yi-City dance that will also deliver the occasional devastating emotional backhand.

3. My Erstwhile Dear. Aka the fic that decisively picked up my heart and rubbed it face-down into XiYao to the point I'm even on that slippery slope to start with. I find myself thinking about this fic a lot. Like. I probably get distracted thinking about it on an almost daily basis, hoping it'll update. The format of written letters delivers the hurt in such an elegant way, you just gasp for breath.

4. Rewritten. Found this because you rec'ed it! One of the very few modern au's on my list (nothing against modern au’s as such, just not my favourite trope, especially for this show) and damn. Hngh. One of the best openly SongXueXiao fics I've read. The character dynamics, the characterization, the whirl of the timeline layout and the background plot slowly creeping into view... Fucking masterpiece.

5. I'm not being creepy, I promise, but pretty much anything you've written for this fandom? Like, that is literally the last thing in my open fic tabs? Picking one single one is super-hard, but This Place Could Be Beautiful is the one I have bookmarked to browse your stuff, it actually had me literally tearing up reading it, and that's a very good thing? Lick Your Exit Wounds is another one I've re-read several times. Exposure Therapy for some good lighthearted fun (which, still, had me literally tearing up at the part where WWX just so quietly and resignedly asks if he's done something wrong, damn you) And tbh? I. Cannot. Wait. for the fucked up SongXue roadtrip. I cannot. Like. Its state of non-existence torments me. Torments me.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

All mine, of course. (insert ”those pairings were mine, those other OTPs were other people's”-joke here.) Seriously, I'd love for more well written, messy SongXueXiao. XueXiao is also very, very good. And since it seems I at least glance in its direction these days, why not, more XiYao.

And honestly? I have the largest soft spot for any interaction between Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang. Whether sexy or just snarking off doesn't matter (doing both is a bonus).

They are such absolute parallels, the sassy street kids who climbed their way up and through convergent evolution became founders and inventors in a whole new area of cultivation. Never really fitting in - but unlike, for example, Jin Guangyao, who lives and breathes propriety and etiquette to get to own be part of that society, they both just give the cultivation world a big middle finger and walk their respective single plank bridges into the dark. If not for their opposite stances when it comes to caring about other people, they could have been something amazing together. (The whole ”I suffered so I will make sure no-one else will” vs ”I suffered so why shouldn't they?” approach in action there.)

I’m very weak for this, okay, and my brain often tells me delightful stories where they just snark endlessly at each other and it’s beautiful.

[bionicdragonguardian1]

Voltron Rewritten Defender (1/8)

Also known as My Almost Raging Bitch List for this Goddamn Disastrous Disappointment of a Show

I binged all 8 seasons in under a week, so believe me when I say almost nothing was forgotten between seasons/episodes and I do tend to note that.

If it’s not obvious by the title, I’m planning an entire show AU. I am extremely open to people’s opinions on what I’m currently thinking and when I finally post this I’ll be open to criticism there too. If you would like to avoid seeing anything in regards to this feel free to blacklist #voltron_rewritten_defender because that’s what I’ll be using for this whole thing.

Enjoy, I guess.

Fair warning I am a multishipper, but for this show I leaned towards Klance, so if that bothers you that’s okay, I’m not going to be bashing any other ships (mainly just Dreamworks’ forced Allurance). If you think I missed something for any other ship lemme know! If you wanna have a ship discussion that’s cool too. The only other thing I can think of is that Allura’s attitude in S8 really stuck with me to the point that she bothered me throughout the entire rewatch (I was admittedly one of the people who thought she could be very Mary Sue ish when I first watched this) so that’ll show up now and again.

If you want to look at the Google Doc for the whole show, click the link, if not you can expand this post to see Season 1. I’ll be doing these in chunks, but as some of you know I do a FicRecList on one of my other accounts here @sorcerusdragonbionics​ so I’m gonna be alternating between that and these for the next couple days.

If you do the Google Route it’ll have you ask me for permission, this is normal and if you request it I’ll give you commenting abilities.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1t30IRJonrBFh0qvs8recf3ayGoQ0rx02y0Tg1e4NTaI/edit?usp=sharing

Key

Things I kinda wanna bitch about

Things I did genuinely enjoy and like 

Rewatch Thoughts (basically what I remember from further forward and how I feel like it reflects back on earlier seasons)

Ship Talk (behold my multishipping insanity)

Things I think I’ll do in the Rewrite

Writing Notes (mainly for me or as explanation for what I’m planning)

VA and Closed Captioning Things

Other Fic Thoughts

This ended up being music commentary in S8

Season One

Problems with the Season overall:

To be honest if I hated this season I wouldn’t’ve kept watching because by the time I started S3 had just dropped

Episode 1

Here’s the deal, WHY ARE YOU SO LONG BUT SO EMPTY?!?

Yeah, nope, that’s mostly it

Fix the problem of telling instead of showing about the other Lions and remove Allura’s explanation of the Lions if possible (thank you Kross for explaining why it felt so empty- this vid is actually where I started getting the idea to actually go through with a full series AU)

DON'T RUSH THE LION INTROS

Also let the 5 introduce themselves to Allura and Coran

Also Character Drive to Complete Mission Should Be A Thing

Flesh out Paladin Personalities so that the Aris Arrival is End of Part One (making it closer to the length of E1)

Flesh out Lion intros so part 2+3 are more like full Eps without Sendak

Episode 2

75 degrees… that’s definitely in Fahrenheit, which why?

How does no one have a watch with a date on them?

“A man can be driven to do anything if a beautiful woman is just really really mean to him”

More inbetween scenes bc I can

I will accept the transformation sequence here, I’m just not going to write it

Episode 3

Please watch the use of Earth Time Slices please, because it’s confusing

I love the portrayal of PTSD in this show and I would die before I change it

Bye bye transformation sequence

Pidge’s talk with Shiro can please change

Episode 4

“I say Vol, you say Tron” will come up again if it kills me

Lance, how do you know what hotdog water and feet taste like?

I love how Coran is completely nonchalant about the fact that he’s drinking a hair tonic

Shiro, don’t bring down the mood

Goddammit Sendak, you could stay for this arc, but god I want you GONE!

Keith, having an emotion? Really?

The Pidge plot DID NOT NEED TO HAPPEN LIKE THAT!

Fight me I will change it

Or minimally change the fact that their selfish motivations are revealed to BAD and should be changed

Oh yeah, let’s not give the ONE GUY with notable homesickness a character arc around that

That moment when you realize Allura is like ‘wtf is a peanut’

Allura, don’t push it, some people don’t want to talk about it

You will have something to talk about, BIOLOGY

Decryption happens here, and next attempt to find family occurs… when?

Poor Coran, if there is anyone who was more forgotten than Lance it was him

Keith isn’t wrong, but he also doesn’t know how to say it without getting mad, which mood

Just pointing out Lance is not only smart, but selfless, tell me how he’s not the main character

My inner Shance/Klance shipper is sobbing

“Bomb fuel” mentioned here, occurs… actually it’s ok

Timelines need to be a thing!

Can I make the fight scenes more intense? Yes, I write them for my YJ Scripts. Will I? Almost definitely.

Keith with that much fire your mask should be closed because smoke inhalation is bad

Can we explain Vrepit Sa before s6?

It feels like Coran forgets that 10k years have passed under an evil empire and part of me likes it, but it hurts me

Episode 5

The Katie flashback is hurts me

I want to add Gender Identity

Can we talk about how Shiro is a nickname for Takashi Shirogane?

That’s not how an EMP works

The Coran sitting on Hunk’s shoulders with a machine gun is everything

I know the back x-ray was a joke, but I still don’t like it

Rax is an idiot, just saying

Bonding Moment!!!

Episode 6

“Intergalactic time measuring competition.”

“We had a bonding moment!”

Where is Sendak’s arm?

Fight me, Pidge’s ‘gender speech’

It will be a gender speech if it kills me

Lance, why are you acting the way you are?

“I figured” and “We were supposed to think you were a boy” ARE NOT PROPER REACTIONS!

Rolo, sometimes I want to punch you in the teeth

Lance’s boner is going to get someone killed

Lance had 4sec of logic and then Nyma brings up Keith, which ofc does him in

Let’s expand on the Komar, yeah?

Quiznack means fuck and NO ONE can tell me otherwise

Keith’s ability to fly is impressive and it’s awesome

Friendly reminder that Lance acknowledged the bonding moment

Episode 7

I LOVE the laser gun sound effects!!!

I just realized that Allura has no clue what an Acronym is

We… literally just talked about this and YOU didn’t know that Shiro, I understand the point, but seriously?

LIONS are TELEPATHIC Shiro DID NOT need to say that aloud!

I do actually like the fact that Kieth gets excited before realizing what he did

FIRE and ICE PEOPLE come on! What the hell?! You barely had to try

“Yes sir?” Keith to Shiro, what?

I love them and their cute little arguments

Left vs Right, thank you Zamber

We be lovin’ Hunay bc it’s pure as hell

Thank you Shiro for validating Hunk’s concerns

You could check  a little faster, Allura

I LIVE for this scene

Was it actually Rolo?

Do they have teleporters?

Keith being weird is my favorite thing

I love good big bros who argue tradition to save their baby sis

Zarkon is a bit of a moron

THEIR LIVES ARE IN DANGER ALLURA!

They all came through different doors… how?

What if the answer was no?

I’m ok with Lance embarrassing himself when he’s cocky, some people seem to forget that

Bye transformation sequence, I explained you ONCE and that’s it

Prorock… why are you familiar?

Episode 8

I admittedly forgot that they didn’t know these things would be different

Flying fight scenes I can do, teleporting not so much

Poor Shiro he thought he had an idea and he was wrong

I love Coran’s reaction

Also NO SHIT Allura

UHHHH Pidge said that not and of the other three so how did He know?

Allura may piss me off, but I do love this speech

“Your Altean Energy”??? Coran, you’re an Altean, I’m confused.

The “Sacred Altean” thing I get, but you must be more specific cuz it makes Coran sound like he thinks he’s not a proper Altean.

Oof, angsty

Also, I  know we can’t kill Allura yet, but... 

I love that Hunk forgot they hadn’t formed Voltron

Bye bye transformation sequence

Ummm, they NEED to explain the Bayard Equip bc that’s… two very different things that occurred between Hunk and Keith’s Bayard Weapons

Why is this a scene? It’s not a dog. So, yeah, I’m with Keith here

Episode 9

THIS IS NOT HEALTHY ALLURA!

I just realized that this doesn’t come back until S..7? 8? Whatever, WAY too long

I can’t unhear “Training Dick”

Did they have homework on Altea?

Be still my Punk shipper heart

WHY is he SO pretty?!

Y’know, the glowing red eye is usually a bad sign

I could SO mean and hurt Keith here

That moment when you’re like 90% sure Shiro heard that somewhere

Not what haunted means Coran, but accurate

Why could Lance see Alfor for a second?

I too would like the answer to “where was the Red Lion?”

PTSD IS AMAZINGLY WRITTEN!

It’s a shame this is NEVER treated properly again

Thank you for NOT making the swimming thing a thing

You didn’t need to TRY Voltron, what the hell?!

Here’s the deal,  Altea not being Obliterated-obliterated is actually a really interesting idea

Lance still wins, for the record

If she was infected in any way this wouldn’t drive me crazier than a bot on Halloween

But she’s not so this is BULL

Shallura confuses me SO much…

Ok, admittedly the scene with Allura and Alfor is beautifully heartbreaking

Episode 10

The fact that Zarkon was a close friend to Alfor should be addressed

Also Shiro calling himself “an inexperienced Pilot” hurts

Allura’s a MORON!

YES! MASSIVE ISSUE WITH YOU COMING

Nice puppetry Hunk

What happened to THIS Allura?! She’s reckless but not INSANE (or so boring I might cry)!

Is this the same Druid from Season 8? Pretty sure it’s 8… I forget which, but the one Keith fought

“Don’t walk through that door!” / Keith does/ “I think I told him” // “You are a paragon of leadership, Lance”

Hehheh I love Hunk teasing Lance about Allura

I do actually the fact that I can’t tell what size the purple container is until Keith grabs it

Heheh the Allura interacting with the Galra soldier

The computer sounds like Lance

Also Shiro had that “holy shit” moment

I HATE WRITING TELELPORTING FIGHTS

I’m 99% sure that the ONLY reason I didn’t fall into the Galra Keith rabbit hole was the fact that I binge watched

This scene confuses me… so much now that I know Shallura was apparently never going to be a thing

So confused

Episode 11

That hair flip though...

Coran, I get it, but calm down

Okay, but Keith has a point. Seriously, he’s not wrong. 

For the record, Haggar scares me

So much makes so much more sense now that we know Zarkon is the Original Black Paladin

That… makes no sense… “enough essence to open a wormhole”

Why are you transforming? More pieces to shoot at is usually a smart idea…

Hey hey, THACE!

Why can’t you have two active at once? I’m honestly serious.

I mean too OP, got it, but you can maneuver around that for temporary stuff

Shiro, use your words, yeah?

“Thinking” uh huh you mean “telepathy” right?

I genuinely forgot that Shiro got booted from Black

Damn! Yes Shiro! Kick some ass!

Ok, here’s the deal, Keith’s not listening to Coran, but he doesn’t have all the info (LIKE THE FUCKING BAYARD), Zarkon’s the OG Paladin, and he’s in distress

I HATE TELEPORTERS!

“Could have been” … uh Kuron exists ?? 

Also, Shiro with yellow eyes is fucking terrifying

We ain’t ficking stupid VLD

Zarkon’s a fucking idiot

Written properly his power-hungry attitude works even with him destroying his own ship

But it wasn’t so it’s null

You aren’t even subtle about Galra Keith

How can Allura see through Illusions?

Nobody knows!

Shiro, you have no jetpack, how are you so fast?

“Who cares, wormhole!” mood

I… uh… I want to do SO many things with this idea

Preferably not what they actually do...

[setsureadsshit]

Lost At Sea: A List of WIP’s I am finally letting go of [ Part 4 ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Post 2 ] [ Post 3 ]

*see posts 1-3*

let me (under your skin) by godsensei

Summary:  Hinata unknowingly moves into the apartment directly beside Oikawa and Iwaizumi's. Oikawa is delighted.

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: Haikyuu!! ; Hizuwa

Personal Notes: IT WAS SUCH A PROMISING START, I’M SO MAD. I...could probably hold onto it for another year or two but you know, this whole process is about letting go right? Still sad :<

Ten by Azkaabanter

Summary: Oliver's in Central City on Mayoral business, and to take a break from being the Green Arrow in Starling City for one month. Just one.His temporary office is in the crime lab of the CCPD, because what place in Central could be safer than the police station? And what room could be better than one he gets to share with the shy, nerdy, clumsy CSI?But Barry Allen isn't at all what he seems.Oliver can see if you're dangerous, it's a gift; a power.

A toddler... a one.

A cop... a five.

A hitman... a seven.

Barry Allen... a ten.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: The Flash/Arrow ; Flarrow

Personal Notes: I’d have kept this one if not for the fact that the 4th chapter isn’t actually a chapter but an update promising to finish the story and then it’s been another 2 years, lol.

Glow Worms by gurglesnaps

Summary:  I knew this wasn't a good idea. None of Stiles' ideas ever were.

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: It is rare for me to so much as look at a fic written in first person, usually after the first paragraph I’ve noped out of it, it’s just not a tense I enjoy. But this fic not only caught my attention but I held onto it so that should tell you something. It’s only 3 chapters which is a disappointment.

Open Book by AggressiveWhenStartled

Summary: “If you jump out of this plane without a parachute one more time, I don’t know what I'm gonna do, but you will not like it.” Bucky yanked, hard, on one of the straps holding the parachute on—Steve gave a soft grunt of complaint. Bucky shot him a look and jerked it harder.

This work has been discontinued and has been completely rewritten as Closed Book. This is not a sequel, prequel, or otherwise related. Read Closed Book with the confidence it will conclude, but this is an older version of it and will not.

Last Update: 2017

Fandom & Main Pairing: The Avengers ; Stucky

Personal Notes: Pretty self explanatory on this one I think, lol. I haven’t read Closed Book yet but I loved what there was of open book so it’s def on my list to tackle next!

Hard to Breathe by sourwulfur

Summary:  What with the Nemeton making things difficult for Stiles and the gang, a school project shoves Danny and Stiles into spending time together. That little push may be all it takes to start forming a bond as more than just classmates. Maybe Danny could be the one to help Stiles find a light in the dark where his friends are already succeeding.

Last Update: 2014

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Stanny? Diles? It’s such a rare pair I honestly don’t know.

Personal Notes: I think this might be the one and only fic I have ever read that was Danny x Stiles in my many many many many many many MANY years of reading teen wolf fanfic. It was decent, I liked where it was going, I just wish we’d gotten to the end. There’s like, 9 chapters but a lot is left up in the air so if you need closure, don’t even start this one.

Junkyard Dogs by TrashPanda

Summary: Orphaned at a young age, Derek is sold into the slave market. His dynamic as an alpha, and a werewolf, make him a desirable slave to have working in Peter's alpha brothel, The Junkyard.Stiles is a 21 year old virgin omega who's tired of going through heats alone. Dating isn't a realistic prospect, so he seeks out The Junkyard, hoping to maybe find an alpha to help him through his rapidly approaching heat.Then he meets Derek, one of the Junkyard Dogs, who's also about to go into rut. And nothing could stop the pull they feel towards one another.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: This one actually hasn’t been left for very long I’m just no longer interested in the story it has to tell

Some Kind Of Madness by cutestpixieyoueversaw

Summary: ****WARNING: Story is currently being rewritten and organized until June/July 2018. Deletions and additions will happen in the meantime***Stiles apparently has a type. You know unfairly attractive for this worldly plane while having perhaps some of the best wit around? The kind of wit that could be spoken with only facial expressions. Bonus if they gave Einstein a run for his money. Oh he forgot to add Alpha because it was now a thing, perhaps even a kink if he was going to be really honest with himself.Or the one where Stiles realizes that his life should be a MTV show because the drama he has is worthy of cable television.Or the one where Stiles meets another pack and gets to understand that Bella and Sookie really had the worst luck ever and he is not them but really it's reading like he is. P.S. Tinkerbell is a bitch.

Last Update: 2014

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: I feel like I remember liking this but it’s been so long and while it claims it’s being re-written, I’ve kinda just lost interest. Hopefully the revamped version is even better than the original and I def encourage y’all to give it a chance.

By All Four by Sunshineditty

Summary:  Sentinel Jim Ellison and his guide Blair Sandburg are on the trail of a serial killer who murders young latent and online sentinels in the Pacific Northwest. Derek Hale - an unbonded guide - is trying to live through the pity of friends and family when his sentinel ex-girlfriend and the guide she left him for return to Beacon Hills. None of them will predict the series of events and the feral sentinel who will change the course of their lives forever.

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: I don’t know enough about Sentinel to really judge the fic, but I do remember it made me want to actually hunt down the original show to watch because it seemed interesting.  

No Longer Human by battlegod (Battle_god_Ye_Xiu)

Summary:  He now understood why moths would flit towards a flame, pining for its warmth even as they caught fire. It was the irresistible attraction of light when one was surrounded by darkness. Reaching for the lone spark that shone at night, was that not the instinct of all living things?

Last Update: 2019

Fandom & Main Pairing: The King’s Avatar ; Huáng Shàotiān xYù Wénzhōu

Personal Notes: I’ve watched this drama like, 20 times but I’ve lost interest in fics pretty much. Mostly because it’s understandably hard to find anything in english, lol. We can’t all be Untamed.

Swapped by writeonclara

Summary: if u wanted my number u couldve just asked

u didnt have to steal my whole phone ;)

Steve stared down at his phone, confused. He didn't recognize the number – except, oh wait, he really did. That was his number. On his phone.He flipped the phone over, then slid one hand down his face. 

Not his phone.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: Captain America ; Stucky

Personal Notes: It’s a cute start but not interesting enough for me to hold onto. Stucky is one of those....tangential pairings that is more I know a lot of people who ship it and the stories tend to be interesting so I’ll read it when I happen across something that catches my eye but I don’t like...go hunting for it.

two drums in the grey by brandywine421

Summary: “Standard disclaimer – you are not on the first or second string of our emergency call trees,” Cisco said.

“So why are you here?” Barry yawned.

“We’ve got a new speedster. Wally West,” Caitlin said, preemptively wincing.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: The Flash/Green Arrow ; Flarrow

Personal Notes: This is actually the second in a series, the first story is complete and I honestly don’t remember much about it but it must have been good if I subscribed to the sequel. So take that as you will, lol.

[moonlightkth]

Letters For Him || 01

❀ pairing: Jungkook x Reader ❀ genre: college!au ; probs angst and fluff idk tbh ❀ word count: a whooping 1.8k ❀ series summary: as a way to vent out your feelings, you write letters to your ex boyfriend, letters he should never read ❀ a/n: the reader contradicts herself a lot and thats because she doesnt know what she wants. hello i am still someone who doesn’t know how to properly do paragraphs while writing so sorry if i messed that up whoops someone help me. also if you have any questions about the fic you can leave it here :))  ❀ tagging: @evalocity (love you boo thank you so much for editing this)

masterlist | 00 | 01

Dear grade A+ asshole,

This girl would appreciate it if you would stop being so goddamn nice. How could you do something so terrible to the girl you supposedly were ‘in love with’ but be such a nice person to literally everyone on campus. You have always been a nice person and you have always been so caring. Sometimes I stop and wonder how you, one of the nicest person in the world, could do something so shity. Also, while I am asking you stop doing things, please stop being so damn talented. I hate walking around the hallways hearing about you.

“Did you see Jungkook practising in the dance studio. He is soooooo good at dancing!”

“Jungkook’s painting is on display in the school’s art gallery. Do you want to go check it out?”

“Jungkook scored the final touchdown of the football game last night. He is such a good football player our school is lucky to have him as our quarterback”

The thing is, I may have said that I do not like hearing about you in the hallways but, I kind of like constantly hearing about you. I like knowing what you are up to. We have not spoken since our breakup so this is the only way I know about your accomplishments. What I do not like however, is not hearing it from you. I miss having you walk into my apartment telling me about how well football practice went. I miss walking through the corridors with you while you tell me about the dance you were currently practising with your Hoseok-Hyung. I miss going to your dorm to sit down and study while you drew me. I miss hanging out with you. I miss being with you. I love and hate you at the same time. 

We used to be friends before we fell into shit. I would like to be friends with you again but I do not think I would be able to trust you. I find that funny. You used to be the one person in the world, other than Jimin, who I trusted with all my heart. I trusted you with my life. You just had to ruin it. The thing is, I know that it would not be hard for me to trust you again. You can come up to me and beg for forgiveness and I would probably forgive you in a heartbeat. That is not what I should do though. If that were to happen, which I highly doubt it will, I should walk away from you, although I do not think that I could do that. You are too irresistible. I know you. I have seen you at your best and at your worst. I know everything about you and I think that is the problem. You have been in my life for such a long time that I am probably always going to need you in it. You have always made me so happy. You still do. Somehow.

                                                                                                                 y/l/n y/f/n

Heartbreak is something many people do not wish to experience but it is also something people are bound to experience. It is terrible but it can happen to anybody at any time. You had hoped that it wouldn’t happen to you. You had thought that your relationship with Jeon Jungkook was perfect, but you were wrong. You had hoped it wouldn’t happen, but it did and now here you were, sitting at your favourite cafe - other than the one you worked at - writing a letter to your ex-boyfriend. 

Writing a letter to Jungkook was something your best friend Minhee had told you to do to try to get over your ex-boyfriend. She had told you that maybe if you wrote a letter to him about how you felt and never sent it, that it may help you get over him. However, writing these letters had become a slight obsession. One letter had quickly turned into three letters and now you had just found yourself finishing your sixth. 

The obsession with writing these letters started with the first one. After a few days of reading it over, you had realised that there’s still so much more you wanted to say and ended up writing a second one and then a third. When you had begun to write the fourth letter, you had decided to buy a notebook for these letters, instead of having them on loose pieces of paper scattered across your desk. You had rewritten the first three letters into the notebook and started the fourth before realizing that maybe you’re going to need to write way more than five letters to get over Jungkook. You try to keep your continuous letter writing a secret from Minhee though, worried that she may tell you that continuing to write these letters to Jungkook would expand your feelings for him instead of helping you get over him. She would be wrong, continuing to write these letters was helpful and working. At least you hoped it was.

You had been sitting in your anthropology class as your professor explained basic human nature to the entire class. 

There weren’t many people in this class, about fifty or more. And, since there weren’t many students, you had hoped to somehow turn invisible so Park Jimin wouldn’t see you and try talking to you. However, this was not the case. Ever since your breakup with Jungkook, Jimin would always try to speak to you before, after and during class. All of his efforts were ignored.

Although Jimin had been your friend even longer than Jungkook had, which is a really long time considering you’ve been friends with Jungkook since the third grade, you had started to ignore him after the breakup. You had been friends with Jimin before either of you knew that Jungkook existed but, when he came into both of your lives, Jimin and Jungkook ended up becoming best of friends, along with five other guys who they met in high school. Since you were so close to the both of them, their friends became yours and you especially became close with Namjoon, someone who also was in your anthropology class. Ignoring all of them after the breakup had been so hard, especially since one of them was a childhood friend but you had done what you felt was absolutely necessary. 

Although you missed each and every one of them, you couldn’t find yourself talking to any of them. 

They lost your trust when Jungkook did.

“Y/n wait up!” You heard a familiar voice call out to you as you started leaving the classroom. Hearing this voice caused you to pick up your pace, not wanting to talk to him. You did want to talk to though, you just knew that it would be best if you don’t. 

As you walked away, you did not hear him call for you again or his quick footsteps behind you trying to catch up with you so you decided to slow down and walk at a normal pace. This was a mistake since, as soon as you started slowing down, you felt a small hand grab your wrist which quickly made you turn over to look at its owner. You didn’t need to look to know who it was as it was already obvious. You had found yourself face to face with your childhood best friend Jimin with Namjoon standing beside him. 

“Please talk to us y/n. It’s been three months,” Jimin said to you with a begging look in his eyes. 

He missed you. He really did. You could see it in not only his eyes but Namjoon’s as well. 

You continued to stare at them as you thought it over in your head. If you forgave him and talked to him, the possibility of Jungkook trying to talk to you was probably very likely. 

You missed them all so much, you missed hanging out with all seven of them. 

Both Jimin and Namjoon had a hopeful look in their eyes. They both hoped that since you haven’t left yet that you just might forgive them and talk to them which was something they had wanted since they had realized that you were ignoring them. 

You were about to. 

You really were, until you saw Jungkook walking your way from behind their shoulders. You held your breath as soon as you saw him. 

He was not that far away and you knew that once he saw Namjoon and Jimin that he would probably walk over to them. 

You knew that that meant you had to leave. 

“I’m sorry,” you quickly and quietly said before you softly removed your wrist from Jimin’s grip and left before Jungkook could see you.

Jungkook saw you talking to them. 

He was about to go up to you guys and hopefully talk to you and gain your forgiveness. 

Jungkook knew that what he had done had ruined your relationship with him and the rest of the boys, he knew that it would since the beginning. He just thought, and hoped, that it would only take a while until you came knocking at their door ready for your weekly video game night. However, that never happened. 

After three weeks he had for sure thought that you would show up, or at least talk to one of them. 

He didn’t even need you to talk to him, he just wanted you to at least remain friends with everyone else. He obviously wanted you to forgive him and at least remain his friend, but he knew that hoping for that, was hoping for too much. 

Once he made it to his two best friends, they looked at him and realized that he was the reason why you had left them. Jungkook shyly looked down and frowned, knowing that whatever you were talking to them about, he had ruined it and made you leave. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized to his hyungs, still looking down at the floor, finding an interest in his timberlands. 

Jungkook felt one of them put a hand on his shoulder and pat it reassuringly. He looked up and saw that it was his Namjoon-hyung. Namjoon gave Jungkook a reassuring smile which made Jungkook feel slightly better, but only slightly. 

“She’ll come around one day. We just have to be patient.” Namjoon told Jungkook making Jimin nod in agreement. Namjoon always knew what to say to make Jungkook feel better. 

Jungkook hoped for the day that y/n would talk to all of them again, he just knew that it would probably take a long time and that he was too shy and awkward to make the first move. 

Jimin slung his arm over Jungkook’s and the three boys started to walk away, all thinking about the same person and about the same thing. 

They all missed you and wanted you back in their lives.

[dainesanddaffodils]

For My Going Away

A fic about Percy’s Post-Mortem letter to the party, taken as he writes it.

He writes them their individual notes separately first, before adding them to the letter he intends them to find after he is gone. Different pages of his notebook are filled with messages written and rewritten, tried again in various styles and language until he considers them as near-perfect as he can manage.

In the end, it’s telling how long that took for each of them specifically.

Grog and Scanlan take little time, maybe two or three tries before he stumbles on the perfect phrasing. It isn’t that his messages to them are any less meaningful than the others, only that he finds the tone he is trying for – a kind of melancholy lightheartedness – comes easier when they are the subjects. They have diffused many a tense situation in his time with them, sometimes entirely unintentionally; he owes them the same.

Scanlan, thank you for destroying my gun. Do not let the weight of life’s consequences crush your bravado - it is your greatest weapon.

Grog, remember that your compassion has brought you this far, not just your strength. And - for the record - I would have wiped the floor with you that time.

Pike is more difficult, if only for how little he sees her. He hates how often she is away, and hates more the high probability that she will not be present for his death – that she will ultimately blame herself for being unable to save him. There is little his written word will be able to do to assuage that guilt, but damn it, he is going to try.

Pike, it is wonderful to have you home! You bring everyone closer to their best selves and I can only imagine what a burden that must be. Allow yourself some vice and failure - they’ll still love you just the same.

Keyleth is also difficult, not because he doesn’t know what to say to her, but because he has known for a while exactly what he would want to leave her with, knowing for her, more than anyone else, this was a conversation they’d one day have. While he’s had the exact words of goodbye planned for her since Umbrasyl was felled, they don’t come as easily as when they spoke in Westrun, aided with small hugs and the backdrop of celebration. 

(It also takes some time because his glasses keep fogging up, and his hands shake as he writes. He tries not to focus on that.)

Keyleth, don’t let the world break you. Learn to forgive it for not living up to your standards. We promise to try harder.

He has particular trouble with Vax’ildan: They are not currently on the best of terms, and he has to continually remind himself that he will be dead when the rogue reads this, that antagonizing him, while in-character, would not be the best way to end things. But there is a comfortable grey area found, between what he wants to tell Vax and what he needs to hear, and he finds himself happiest with this note, out of them all.

Vax, you often remind me of myself, and yes I know that that is a bit of an insult. Stop indulging your desire to sacrifice and try being the man these two women seem to think you are - they may actually need you one day.

Vex’ahlia’s however… Vex’ahlia’s he spends the most time on.

It’s some mixture of his problems with Keyleth’s letter and with Vax’s; he knows - gods does he know - what he would like to say to Vex. He has had things that he has wanted to say to Vex’ahlia for a very, very long time and those words flow easily from his quill as though a dam has broken inside him and is pouring forth upon the page.

 But he understands that this is not what Vex needs to hear from him, certainly not in that moment.

He loves her, he’s well beyond denying that by this point, and he knows both himself and Vex enough to know that he will likely love her even more by the time he has been felled. And perhaps it is arrogance speaking (he is nothing if not aware of his vices), but he is almost certain she feels the same for him. She cares for him, if nothing else. 

That is really what it comes down to; for all her show of cool confidence, Vex’ahlia cares. More deeply than she likes others to know. He isn’t even sure the rest of the party - including her brother - know that, and is fascinating and heartbreaking to watch her try and play it off.

Looking back at what should only be a short sentiment, something to leave her with when he has left her, he knows that bringing up his affection for her would bring up her affection for him - and the fact that now, now they’d never see what it might have led to - and that will hurt her. And even in his death, that simply will not do.

But perhaps, like with her brother, he can find a safe middle ground on which to stand; to let her know his regard for her, her cleverness and her caring, without leaving her with the pain of what could have been. To let her know that she deserves happiness and freedom and the whole bloody sky if that’s what she wanted.

It winds up short and a little bit flirtatious and he can only hope it will make her smile: 

Vex, you often remind me of myself - and that is the highest of compliments! I hope you free yourself from whatever voices haunt you. Also, since I’m gone, you’re the clever one now. 

The notes are reordered and rewritten onto the final note, followed by a short conclusion for what should be done with him next (he is amused to think that even in his death he’ll feel he is the smartest one amongst them), and tucks the letter into the inside pocket of his coat. He feels a little better having it there, knowing that - whatever befalls him - he’ll still have the last word.

With eternal gratitude,

Percival of Vox Machina