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Time’s Singing (M(T)PJ: Different Futures)

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky

My (Twisted) Pokemon Journey Masterlist

This is a short thing I wrote a few years ago, and since I am close to getting to finally implement it, I figured that I’d post it. This is my Trainer OC/Player Charcater Crystal/Pearl within the PMD:EoS DS game, at Fogbound Lake and meeting Uxie. It’s not very long, but I liked the idea of the scene going this way instead.

The Time Gear’s light shone far across the lake. Uxie watched us all carefully, but aside from a quick glance at him, I only focused on the far-off Time Gear. And the lovely, soft music. I almost didn’t notice its subtle sound; I only noticed myself keeping time to the music.

     “The music is beautiful,” I said quietly. “Is it from the Time Gear, Uxie?”

     “You hear it?” Uxie asked, surprised. “Only the Guardians hear it.” He paused, but I never looked away from it. “You don’t know who you were before? But you were human?”

     I tore my eyes from the Gear and forced myself to focus on Uxie. He seemed concerned, but not for me. “As far as we can tell. Does it mean anything? Is there a Guardian missing?”

     Uxie stared at me, into me, with an arresting intensity. Finally, he shook his head and said, “I don’t know. Maybe someone else can tell you.” And because of this, I will spare your current memories, and the memories of your Guildmates, I heard in my mind. I nodded wordlessly.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Apocalypse/Dystopian (2) Masterlist

part one

A.D.D (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 14k

Summary: "i blame it on my own supply"

The zombie apocalypse.

Everyone knew it was going to happen eventually they just didn't think it would happen so soon. When you get bitten, the venom from the zombie virus makes its way to your brain, this venom can do one of two things. It can turn you into a zombie, which is the most likely outcome, or it will simply alter you brain, causing you to develop some form of mental disorder.

When Luke gets bitten he gets lucky, he develops A.D.D otherwise known as attention deficit disorder. Could this help him survive or lead him to get bitten again and not be so lucky?

"so blame it on my a.d.d baby"

All Gone (No Escape) (ao3) - mtvluke luke/ashton, michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: And when the nights are bitterly cold all you can do is be thankful that you've survived one more day, hoping that you'll still be alive to see the colors of a sunrise bleed together just like a watercolor painting.

everywhere, everything (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: What would you do, he writes on a napkin, if the world was ending?

Who would you call?

hiraeth (ao3) - Oceanii OT4 T, 5k

Summary:  hiraeth - (n) a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was —– or; a 5sos au apocalypse style. 

Last Night (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke, calum/ashton M, 5k (WIP)

Summary: On July 16th, 2011, Life as everyone knew it, changed. Luke Hemmings birthday became an accursed day for him. Surviving as a 15 year old teenager wasn't easy, especially when you are trying not to be killed. Life has its upsides and downfalls, the apocalypse is definitely a downfall in Luke's book. At least there is no school.

More than Just a Cranberries Song (ao3) - sclara T, 665

Summary: Pretty much just a really short and pointless venture into the zombie apocalypse, 5SOS-style. (basically just me goofing off)

Out of Space -Phan (ao3) - bandhoez9194 dan/phil, chris/pj, josh/tyler, michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 27k

Summary: Its the year 3489 and earth finally had given out. Most people had managed to evacuate earth and go to Mars or the moon.

Some people weren't so lucky. They got left behind, thought dead.

Dan Howell was 20 years old when this happened. He lost his best friend, his whole world, Phil Lester that night.

7 years later, earth is healthy enough once more to sustain even a small population. They choose one large city to send the group, London.

Dan, Chris Kendall, PJ Liguori, Louise Pentland and Tyler Oakley are part of the group being sent back to Earth. Dan just wants to see if he can find one last picture of his other half considering they barely had time to grab a couple days worth of clothes and maybe some food.

When they get home, the small group has one hell of a surprise waiting for them.

the skies falling down (end of the world) @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 4k

Summary: Luke is severely hurt, and Ashton is desperate to find something to heal his best friend. He's on the brink of giving up when he meets Michael and Calum, who happen to be from a community that has medical supplies.

to live in love and die (ao3) - michaels luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: the virus is taking over luke's body, ashton's trying his best to keep him calm as the poison spreads to every inch of him. he's not got much time left, fuck it, ashton's going to tell luke how he really feels.

We just need to hang on (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Calum, Michael/Ashton NR, 18k

Summary: Its been a year since the beginning of the zombie apocalypse. The 5sos boys were on their world tour, and were in the US when it started. Now the boys rely on each other and take care of one another. Michael is the leader of the group and keeps a collected face. Ashton tries to keep everyone calm and eases the tensions. Calum is stealthy and smart. And Luke feels useless. The boys have to fight to stay together and relationships grow between the boys.

when i watch the world burn (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) calum/ashton, background michael/luke M, 4k

Summary: “What are you thinking about?” Calum murmurs, one hand gently wrapping around Ashton’s forearm.  Ashton finally blinks and turns to look at him, even though he can’t see anything in the dark.

“You.”

Wiped Out (ao3) - mtvluke OT4 NR, 1k

Summary: The first sign of the virus happened in early autumn where the leaves just began to fall and the air began to cool down after the hot summer Sydney had just experienced. Of course Luke had heard about it from his friends and all the rumors of how it was turning people, crazy, would be an appropriate word. But now seeing this on the news. It was becoming far too real for Luke to brush off the uneasy feeling rising in his throat at the mention of it.

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The COxRA Collab is here! COokiesAndCrumbs & RAvensim.

omg hi. @ravensim and me did a little thing. sorry it’s so late blame me, Andrea, I’m slow and start new wips on the regular because nothing vibes well enough anyway. massive, huge thank you to @faaeish who is just as big of a part of this collab throughout the process! thank you! <3. and a big thank you to wifey @iliketodissectsims for providing the line details for the pj that they painstakingly erased around already so i didn’t have to do that lmao! <3

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2020 Fic Masterlist

I just hit 300 followers last night, so it’s the perfect time to do a fic roundup! As I started writing fic in January of this year, below the cut you can find all of the fics I’ve published so far :) Can’t wait to see what’s to come in 2021!

‘G’

Concrete Bird (G / 410 / Oneshot) [Introspection / No Dialogue / pre-Dan]

It's difficult feeling like the only one. And, once he finds people like him, Phil learns that decoys can't give him love.

i'd rather be at home (G / 860 / Oneshot) [Fluff, Early Relationship]

Home means a lot of things, and it means a lot to Phil.

We Kept Them All (G / 1k / Oneshot) [Epistolary / Established Relationship / Reflection]

Remember the promises we made? We kept them all. While packing house, Dan finds and considers an old list.

 ‘T’

Incoming Call (T / 340 / Oneshot) [MSN Chatlogs, Getting Together]

DAN: i thought you said phone calls are lame PHIL: yeah, but talking to you isn’t

Doin' the Pigeon (T / 570 / Oneshot) [Magical Realism, Talking Animals]

Phil talks to animals. Dan doesn't quite believe him. *Steve hadn’t been named yet when I wrote this

transparency (T / 2.5k / Oneshot) [Introspection, Family Dynamics]

(a monochrome-universe fic) Dan and his parents have about as honest a conversation possible when none of them are quite willing to tell the full truth.

Bowling (T / 4k / Oneshot) [Fluff, Angst, Growing Up]

Dan and Phil have gone bowling a number of times throughout the years. 2009 - 2010 - 2012 - 2015 - 2017 – 2020

 ‘M’

Borrowed Time (M / 1k / Oneshot) [Introspection, Birthday Angst]

"Aging is certainly better than the alternative, but the weighted baggage of birthdays means that, today, Dan needs to exert a little extra effort to keep himself afloat."

Houndstooth (M / 2k / Oneshot) [Werewolf!Dan, Temporary Amnesia, Magical Realism]

Phil finds himself in a forest that feels familiar but that he can't quite remember. There he meets a man who is more than meets the eye.

Any Day (But Sunday) (M / 5k / Chaptered – WIP) [Angst, Superstition, Anxiety, Obsessive Compulsions]

Phil confronts his superstition of cutting his nails on Sunday. Rejecting tradition is never as easy as it seems.

 ‘E’

Wet [Dream] (E / 1.7k / Oneshot) [Sex Swap, Trope Subversion, Vibrator]

Phil wants to "secretly" watch Dan experience a wet dream. That requires a little more creativity when they're two men with vulvas.

in the dead of night (E / 1.8k / Oneshot) [Vampire!Phil, Mermaid!Dan, Smut]

"Merrow blood smells so much sweeter than human blood, masking a tartness that warns creatures like Phil that the being before them isn’t easy prey. He loves Dan’s blood for both reasons; the risk only heightens the pleasure."

Sensory Deprivation (E / 2k / Oneshot) [Handjobs, Blowjobs, (Minor) Watersports]

Phil buys another hour in the sensory deprivation pod. This time, he brings Dan along.

in full bloom (E / 2.3k / Oneshot) [Plant/Human Hybrids, Handjobs, Blowjobs, Size Kink]

Where Dan is a lace lily and Phil is seagrass. (Inspired by Phil's plant tour video)

Hold Your Breath and Swallow Three Times (E / 2.4k / Oneshot) [Blowjobs, Breathplay, Kink Exploration]

Phil gets the hiccups from giving Dan a blowjob.  Dan helps him get rid of them.

Wake Up and Smell the Coffee (E/ 5.4k / Oneshot) [Established Relationship / Omorashi / Desperation]

"His heart pounds from the caffeine and anticipation, but he holds and holds and holds. He wants to keep this from Dan just a little longer, wants to see how far he can edge himself before it becomes too much to bear alone." or Dan and Phil + 'just normal bathroom stuff'

refraction (E / 15.1k / Chaptered - Complete) [Anxiety, Introspection, Blowjobs, Dom!Dan/Sub!Phil]

(a monochrome-universe fic) Dan doesn't want to wait any longer: it's time to share with Angie and PJ his Fall Whisperer identity. This really isn't so scary... oh, who is he kidding, it's terrifying. Cue supportive-boyfriend Phil, amateur-therapist Dan, and a healthy dose of luck (+ bonus smut).

Nature's Call (E / 16k / Oneshot) [Getting Together, Omorashi & Watersports, Bed sharing]

When Dan goes camping, all sorts of limits get tested.

[cazziamo]

Climbing the Ladder [M] - Teaser

Group/Member- NCT Haechan (demon!au lord help me)

Word Count- tbd

genre- smut, angst, fluff, more angst

a/n: this wip is at 6k and i just barely started the first smut scene this is becoming a monster someone help me 

Immediately after getting home from work, you collapsed on your bed, not bothering to change just yet. You were dead tired, but thanks to Haechan you didn't have anything else to do tonight. You could take a hot shower and go to sleep and a normal time tonight something you hadn't been able to do in a long time. This wasn't the first time the student council had tried to pawn thins off on you, and it wasn't the first time you had tried to tell them no either. But it was the first time you had someone to stand up for you, and the first time you had gotten away from it. It left you in a wonderful mood, and it was with that mindset that you did take that overdue hot shower, scrubbing yourself down and deep conditioning, shaving and moisturizing and applying a face mask as well. You walked out of the bathroom an hour later but much happier, and as you finally settled into bed you realized you didn't know what to do with yourself.

"Trouble sleeping, sweetheart?"

You jolted upwards, the covers flying halfway down your legs in your haste. Haechan was seated at you desk, spinning lazily in circles. His usual smirk was plastered onto his face, and he stopped spinning when he was directly facing you. 

"What are you doing here?" You asked him, huffing as you laid back down. You turned on your side to face him, moving the pillow to get comfy. 

"Demon, remember? I do what I want, and I don;t have to explain myself." He answered, eyes flicking down your body. "Nice pj's, by the way." You resisted the urge to pull the blankets up to your neck to cover yourself, but you felt your body heat rising in a way that wasn't embarrassment. "I can help you sleep, if you want." He offered, not unkindly. 

"Sure," you acquiesced, not stopping to think of how unlike you all of this was. His smirk somehow turned even more smug than before, and he rose gracefully from the chair, crossing the distance to your bed in a few steps. He eased himself onto the edge of your bed, fingertips barely skimming the edge of your thigh as he leaned over you. His other hand moved to your cheek, pushing hair back behind you ear. 

"Baby," He cooed, leaning even closer, his lips pressing against your ear. "Want me to tire you out, huh? Make you feel so good." Your eyes slid shut, your next breath coming in shaky as your body continued to heat up. Your hand had slid upwards to grab onto his shirt and you sighed blissfully as his lips slid down to your neck, pressing feather light kisses everywhere he touched. The hand by your thigh had begun to move, rubbing the skin and heading towards you inner thigh.

He nipped at your collarbone, laving his tongue along it afterwards. "Ask me nicely, sweetheart."

[hollyhomburg]

💗💗happy birthday bud! May u have a blast😘❤️

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Have the best day ever ❤️😊 (i hope i’m not late)

Did you have a fantastic BDay?! Good presents? Nice foods? Good day?!

'm so late but happy belated Birthday! 💜 i hope you had an amazing day. 🥺💜

thank you all so much 💜💜💜💜 and yes i am having super nice food! my mom is making my favorite curry and then we have tiaramasu, my favorite Austrian cake that my grandmother made me, pie from my aunt, and fruit and fresh wipped cream T-T so many sweets, im so excited!!!!! 

she’s been super sweet to me and i just like- took a long shower and put on my flannel pj’s and now we’re just watching a stupid monster quest show and drinking wine togeather while we cook! this week has been so busy for us we’re not doing anything crazy for it💜💜

[corancoranthemagicalman]

New Year’s Wrap Up!

I decided to do this again this year! This year, I don’t think I wrote quite as many small ficlets on Tumblr, but I wrote a shitload of unposted things between a few friends of mine. I won’t even begin to try to give the word counts on those, so as last year, I shall be using my stats on AO3 strictly. I might mention one or two WIPs that I had hoped to finish this past year, but probably not overall.

Fics that you wrote in 2019:

I Dream In Wishes And Triangles (Found on AO3, Gravity Falls, 2.3k, T+)

Steal The Stars (And Put Them In Your Eyes) (Found on AO3, Voltron, 6.6k, M)

Can’t Fight the Moonlight (Found on AO3, Voltron, 2.9k, G)

Traces of You (Found on AO3, Gravity Falls, 2K, T+)

A Long Walk Home (Found on AO3, Teen Wolf, 2.8K, M)

Take A Deep Breath (We’re Doing Just Fine) (Found on AO3, Voltron 1.9k, G)

Death’s Discrimination (Found on AO3, Voltron, 2.1K M)

Where Sleep Never Comes (Found on AO3, Voltron, 1.2K, G)

Something Understood  (Found on AO3, Supernatural, 2.9k, T+)

The Names Are Coal For My Furnace (And It Burns, Burns) (Found on AO3, Critical Role, 800, M)

Dragon’s Gold (Found on AO3, Voltron, T+, 3K)

A Rolling Stone From Texas (Found on AO3, Supernatural, 20k, M)

Lighthouse On The Shore (Found on AO3, Stardew Valley, 2.8k, M)

In Darkness She Is All I See (Found on AO3, Stardew Valley, 1.3k, T+)

Putting On The Ritz (Found on AO3, Good Omens, 3.3k, T+)

Age It 6000 Years, Then Let It Breath (Found on AO3, Good Omens, 2.5k, T+)

Talk To Me (Like Victorians Do) (Found on AO3, Good Omens, 3.5k, M)

My Life Is Very Lonely (For I Want You Only) (Found on AO3, Good Omens, 2.7k,  T+)

You Only Want To Socialize (But I Don’t Think We Should) (Found on AO3, RPF, 5.5k, T+)

With a Good Omens WIP that is currently at +20k and several fan fics in the Game Of Thrones fandom with my friend, one of which. between. the both of us resulted in 60k words in just the month of June. I have a few pieces here and there that are all WIP as well, but as before I’m just gonna used what I posted. (And possibly that one Good Omens fic because I had planned on it being done already but school happened.)

Total Fics: This year including that WIP but not including my self indulgent and unpublished works, I’ve done 20 fics! Last year I did 19. But, to be fair on myself, I did not have college last year.

Total Words: This year, including those precious 20k words on that WIP, I’ve hit 95,661 beating last year’s 75,533 by 20k words! HA. Definitely counting that WIP in my records for this year.

Ship/Character Breakdowns: Percival De Rolo, Crowley/Aziraphale, Original Characters/Original Characters, Bill/Dipper, Bill/Original Character, Shane/Original Character, Sebastian/Alex, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Jack Kline, Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Shance, Svance, Hunk, Klance, Lotura, Pali/Nick, Cee/Tom Holland, PJ/Aquabats, Pali and the Crew.

Best/Worst Title: My Best Title (because obviously, I’m so great at that) Talk To Me (Like Victorians Do) cause I am a bitch weak for a pun. Gonna go with The Names Are Coal For My Furnace (And It Burns, Burns) because it’s just so lengthy for a title. :/

Best/Worst First Line: Putting On The Ritz definitely has the worst. “It was a fancy restaurant. Suzanne would give it that.” It fits the comedic sort of narrative I was going for, but if I’m being hypercritical, it’s not very attention-grabbing. For my best, I’m going to go with a favorite. I love beginning lines that are picture-esque and my most picture-esque was from You Only Want To Socialize. “The wind howled on this fine October evening. It sang the tune of skeletons coming out to socialize. Ghouls and creeps from the depths sauntered and laughed their way into the moral realm. Candles hidden in the mouths of grinning pumpkins lit the way into town from the graveyard from which they all had risen from. As the undead crossed the threshold of the graveyard, they were given human form on this one night as the moon hung overhead.”

General Questions

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I wanted to write more this year but was worried about school getting in my way. What actually happened was instead of writing fics that I published, I wrote shameless self inserts with one of my best friends to help me relax in between my very busy schedule. I wrote way more than I thought I was going to be able to just because there was absolutely no expectation on an unpublished story.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

I’m gonna be honest, I think the most unexpected one was writing porn for Stardew Valley, fam. But also Good Omens? I had always seen it on the outskirts being a Supernatural fan but falling in love with the televised series so heavily made them own me completely and I don’t think I had truly expected it.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Another year where it’s not my most popular but I enjoyed writing it. I loved writing A Rolling Stone From Texas. That piece of work took me three days to write and it’s the most I’ve written in the span of three days. So out of pride, that one. Out of just... the most love I’ve had for a fic is My Life Is Very Lonely if I’m being honest. A trope I’ve fallen in love within the Good Omens fandom is the Outsider POV, and researching a very specific year in American history just so I could write Irving Berlin understanding pining was just so much fun! And the reception of it was something I was woefully underprepared for and every ounce of attention I’ve received to it has clenched my heart.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

I’d say A Long Walk Home is my most popular story with Putting On The Ritz as a fairly close second. The day I had posted A Long Walk Home that Teen Wolf fandom devoured it and I love that fandom so dearly.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

Uh, this question is always hard. Maybe A Rolling Stone From Texas? My Life Is Very Lonely is like, my lowest kudo’d and hit Good Omens fic but the love I get for it is overwhelming whilst I’ve never really had any attention to A Rolling Stone. Maybe A Rolling Stone isn’t that great (spoiler: it definitely isn’t). At the time it felt underappreciated, but at the moment I can’t think of any that I feel are underappreciated. 

Story that could have been better?

A Rolling Stone? The Names? I would say I Dream too but I’ve just evolved in my writing style since then. I’ve evolved so much since I’ve written everything, since I’ve written what I wrote last week, so I feel like there’s no point in thinking about what could be better now when I know that I did the best I could at the time.

Sexiest story?

My sexiest story this year did not get published. I’mma be honest. Actually, this year I’ve both written more sexy but also more sensual. I’m a fan of the sensual. My Life Is Very Lonely would probably be sexier if it wasn’t so sad. Lighthouse On The Shore and Steal The Stars were both fairly sexy. (If you wanna know my really sexy writings, Ask C Something and maybe I’ll drop a line or two from some very sensual self-inserts that include Jon Snow, other GOT characters, or a certain Mandalorian ;)

Saddest story?

Last year I answered this with “I don’t like sad.” This year, my saddest piece is hands down - without a doubt - My Life Is Very Lonely. Can’t Fight The Moonlight was more bittersweet than sad, as was Steal The Stars and Traces of You. My pieces all had more diverse emotions, I think, but overall I myself felt so sad and as if I was actually the one pining while writing My Life Is Very Lonely.

Most fun?

Jeepers, the most fun to read? Putting On The Ritz? It was definitely fun reading my first anon hate! I’ve never gotten any anon hate (bless) but the first and only time I have it was the most resentful piece I’ve ever received and I am telling you I was so flattered and my ego so boosted that I had made someone so infuriated that instead of doing something enjoyable with their time they just sort of cooked over what to tell me I was doing wrong with my writing.

(oh wait maybe that one Destiel ficlet I wrote on Tumblr about Dean calling Cas nicknames? That one was light and cute.)

Story with the single sweetest moment?

You know I’m going to cheat and pick three again this year.

That dangerous four-letter word that Crowley had warned Warlock about reared its head like an angry bull in the China shop of his heart. He swallowed the broken pieces, tears stinging at his eyes. “Aziraphale.” Crowley gasped, clutching at the lapels of his coat and pulling him forward. “I’d wait six more millennia for you.” He confessed. He felt dirty. Dirty in the gaze of this pure being. This being of pure light, love, encompassed him in this rapture of a dangerous, four-lettered word. - Talk To Me (Like Victorians Do)

His words still Cee’s movements as she moved back to look at him. Her soft expression melted into something fond and adoring. It was enough to make Shane feel overwhelmed again, but this time it was in a good way. Slowly, this overwhelming radiance was a good thing. No more nights of a cold, chilly companion. Now his sunshine laid in bed, wrapping itself around him in warming beams. - In Darkness She Is All I See

Jack nodded and swallowed the forming bitter-sweetness on his tongue. He turned to the picture frame beside his bed. He paused as he reached for it. Sparing Uncle Dean one more glance, Jack took the picture reverently in his hands. He turned and took two steps toward his uncle before holding out the picture.

“This belongs to you.” Jack’s voice wavered for a moment and perhaps he hadn’t done as well swallowing that emotion as he had thought.

Uncle Dean shook his head. “Nah,” he pushed the picture frame back toward Jack’s chest, " take him with you.” Uncle Dean took in a deep breath before nodding. “He always wanted to see the world.” Giving a half shrug, Uncle Dean gestured with his chin to Jack’s suitcase. “Take care of him for me.” - A Rolling Stone From Texas (going back, this was a completely rushed fic that I wish I had bitten the bullet and taken my time with, but overall it was littered with a few small and sweet moments.)

Hardest story to write?

Mhm, probably the WIP I’m doing now? Just because I’m at the sad part near the end (yanno, the Day of Darkness or whatever the proper writing term is) that’s always the hardest part for me. Everything else was an experiment for fun. Maybe like functionally all the Good Omens fic since I’m teaching myself HMTL so I can make footnotes, but like anything else wasn’t too hard.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

The easiest was probably any of the ship focused ones. I just get into a “this makes me happy” mood set yanno? I definitely had fun writing A Rolling Stone, My Life Is Very Lonely, and actually most probably the WIP I am trying to finish up. I keep counting it since most of it was written in the previous year.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

As in like did I project pining so hard that I completely understood heartache but also happiness in knowing who owns your heart in My Life Is Very Lonely? Cause yes. I think also writing A Rolling Stone really helped me understand how old Dean Winchester is since I felt like I didn’t even have to age up his character. RIP Dean, man.

Most overdue story?

The WIP that I’ll finally maybe drop hints of? I want to drop hints but I’m also so afraid of someone beating me to the punch and doing it better. My one true fear. It was supposed to be done back in October but unfortunately the holidays and such took everything over that my school didn’t already own. Anyways, it’s a Good Omens fic fused with my literal favorite movie of all time. So there’s your hint.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? I think I took a lot of risks in creating lore this year. It’s always so hard to know whether your lore will take off or not and I think I took a chance on that. Not only in my published works but in my unpublished works as well. I learned that if you take the time to really just dedicate yourself into that lore that it doesn’t matter as much if other people enjoy it because you’re putting down those ideas and creating art. Creating a world of your own and it’s amazing.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

To complete my writing goal of last year and write a piece of work longer than The Cat and the Shadow. To work on writing more things to be published to really share what I love so that hopefully encourages other people to share what they love! And, maybe, eventually start a fic that has weekly updates because I crave for that validation of someone waiting eagerly for an updated chapter.

Last year I had the goal to have a more popular story than Eat A Little Dream Of Mine. Eat A Little Dream Of Mine still has the highest hit count, being one of the first few dozen Monster Prom fics to have ever been published to AO3. A Long Walk Home wasn’t too far from matching it, though. Only off by 300- or so hits. But Putting On The Ritz beat A Little Dream’s kudo count by 19!! Goal accomplished!!

I don’t know if anyone wants to do this, but my followers and mutuals are more than welcome to! I’ll specifically tag @paliseizy @damejudyhench @yuzuling @revasnaslan @ineffablefool @isthatbloodonhisshirt And I’ve probably missed someone in my post-holiday haze and I apologize. Thinking is hard.

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Official Walnut Proposal

Upon further research in order to develop my approach to solve the problems I’ve outlined in previous blog posts I realized that the University of California, Davis has already implemented thoroughly developed solutions so I will be “piggy-backing” off their idea. Their Walnut Improvement Program has been around since 1948 and they’ve continuously conducted genetic research and implemented disease resistant scions (Walnut Improvement Program). I’ll outline an integrated approach about how I’d approach the solution, but I’m sure it will coincide with their research so I will be referring back to their timeline to create my own, which you can view on my page.

I’m proposing a seven year research plan to develop new rootstock genotypes to fend off the bacterial infection Brennaria (=Erwinia) rubrifaciens, also known as the deep bark canker infections that causes the scaffolds and trunks to crack while reddish brown ooze seeps through. This plan can be used for any bacterial pathogen, but I am using Brennaria rubrifaciens as an example. Since the disease begins in the trunk and works its way upward, I think it would prove to be beneficial to develop a successful rootstock lineage. 

I will begin in January 2020 and expect for my first orchard trials to begin 2024. Since the deep bark canker infections are not occurring in native walnut trees or walnut orchards near the coast I’ll travel to Southern and Northern California with two other individuals to collect cuttings from the wild type black walnuts that are present. I will then work my way back east, stopping at the coastal orchard of Santa Clara Nut Company in San Jose and then move to the orchards where I will have my trials - Concar Ranch and Chiappi Farms to collect cuttings of the Paradox hybrid, English Walnut, and other hybrids present. After returning to campus at UC Davis I will use a greenhouse in orchard park with a few undergraduate students who will help me breed the plants in the greenhouse. While the breeding takes place and the walnut plants continue to grow I will move to Wickson Hall to work in lab 1092 closely with Walnut Improvement Program lab technicians. 

I expect the next process will take two years to complete. Next I will extract the DNA from the wild walnut types with the help of lab assistants and once I compare my genes next to the genetic sequence of the walnut genome (A J. regia genome sequence was obtained from the cultivar 'Chandler' to discover target genes and additional unknown genes) (Martinez-Garcia, PJ. et al. 2016) I will use Smart Blast to find the specific location of the gene. Once the gene is isolated I will insert it into a plasmid along with the bacteria Brennaria (=Erwinia) rubrifaciens, which will then be inserted into media to see if a reaction forms. If a reaction does form and the bacteria spreads I will isolate the gene once again and compare against a non-coastal species in Smart Blast. If the gene reacts this means it is not resistant to the bacteria, if it does not react then it means it is resistant. If it is not resistant I will need to find another gene or go through the same process with a different species of walnuts. I anticipate If it doesn’t react then I have found the gene or genes I would like to implement into the non-coastal species and I will splice the gene into a plasmid vector to create a gene construct. Each successful resistant found will be a new genotype that, with the help of a molecular biologist, will be introduced to non-coastal species that do not have the resistant gene through transgenesis. 

With the help of lab assistants I will transform the non-coastal species with Agrobacterium tumefaciens (Figure 1). Using the non-coastal species of the Northern California Black Walnut (for example) I will infect the plant with Agrobacterium tumefacians which will highlight the T-region, allowing me to integrate the successful genotype into non-coastal Northern California Black Walnut. From here I will continue tissue culture micropropagation with in vitro and ex vitro rooting of microshoots to make the genotypes strong enough to be acclimated to the greenhouse.  I will also use dormant hardwood cuttings from the plants in the greenhouse to clonally propagated if they were tested successful for the resistant gene. While the plants are being propagated they will remain in a hormone induced media kept inside rectangular magentas held to a 99% humidity level under constant light. This means that when it’s time to acclimate the plant to the greenhouse we have to place the plants in a dark box for a week so they learn to adjust to a dark setting; this also ensures the plants can go through their respective Calvin cycles. 

Figure 1. Scheme of T-DNA transfer from Agrobacterium tumefaciens to a plant cell 

The successful genotypes will remain in the greenhouse for two years before being taken to the field site to test in an orchard setting. I will need all hands on deck at the farm and in the greenhouse to perform these orchard trials. I will need help transporting, transplanting, and monitoring the orchards. Using the UC Davis designated orchard trial areas I will perform my studies at Concar Ranch and Chiappi Farms. Throughout the next two years I will collect bark and nut samples to evaluate in the lab for the disease and evaluate the plants for horticultural performance and natural occurence of bacteria disease. While the orchard trials are occurring a team of lab assistants are in the lab continuing creating tissue cultures of microshoots. Once everything has been tried and true I will contribute cultures on microshoots to any laboratory or nursery that wants them for licensed production of plants (Leslie, C. et al. 2011). The experiment will conclude in September of 2027 after harvest.

Possible Pitfalls

With any experiment or solutions to major problems pitfalls will ensue. I predict a likely pitfall would be that the bacteria I am studying for resistance will mutate before I completed with my trials, creating sub species in a bid to recreate the environment it came from. In order to anticipate for this I will precisely monitor my project for any mutations that will reside. Another pitfall that is likely to occur is that entire lineages of my genotype will become infected with a different bacteria, which would cause me to dispose of the micropropagation plants and start over. This one would be difficult to foresee, but if I plan ahead and have enough plants in the greenhouse to sequence I will have more opportunities to start over. 

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Sources:

Leslie C, Hacket W, Robinson R, Grant J, Lampinen B, Anderson K, Beede B, Buchner R, Caprile J, DeBuse C, Elkins R, Hasey J, Vahdati K, Kluepfel D, Brown G, McKenry M, & Preece J. Clonal Propagation of Walnut Rootstock Genotypes for Genetic Improvement 2011. California Walnut Board.

Martínez-García PJ, Crepeau MW, Puiu D, Gonzalez-Ibeas D, Whalen J, Stevens KA, Paul R, Butterfield TS, Britton MT, Reagan RL, Chakraborty S, Walawage SL, Vasquez-Gross HA, Cardeno C, Famula RA, Pratt K, Kuruganti S, Aradhya MK, Leslie CA, Dandekar AM, Salzberg SL, Wegrzyn JL,  Langley CH, & Neale DB. The walnut (Juglans regia) genome sequence reveals diversity in genes coding for the biosynthesis of non-structural polyphenols. Plant Journal. 2016 Sep;87(5):507-32. doi: 10.1111/tpj.13207

National Center for Biotechnology Information, U.S. National Library of Medicine. Smart Blast. https://blast.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/smartblast/smartBlast.cgi

University of California Division of Agriculture and Natural Resources. Walnut Improvement Program. http://walnutrootstock.ucanr.edu/WIP/

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City of the Lost 1

Title: City of the Lost 1 Pairings: Tuckington, Grimmons Rating: T - may be changed to M if I continue Warning: Mature Language and themes, death and mentions of death

Summary: Gang AU. The gang wars are at an all time high in the city after people start disappearing. The local police decide to send in undercover officers to find out who was behind the disappearances. But the officer in the Blood Gulch Gang has been classified as rogue after defying orders in a shoot out resulting in the death of Leonard L. Church and Officer Maine. But now a member of the Blood Gulch Gang is missing, who is to really blame?

A/N: This is a short piece I have had in my WIPs for some time now. And I have finally decided to put the first chapter out here to see if the series I want to do is worth the effort. Hope y’all enjoy!

“You lied to me! You lied to everyone! You fucking lied to Junior!”

“No! I stopped lying to you. I did. I only wanted for you and Junior to be happy. Tucker, I-”

“Shut up! I only wanted my friend back, but instead I got you. And you lied to us.” Wash didn’t need to look up from his shoes to know the face Tucker was making. The anger, the disappointment, the betrayal. It was a look he never wanted to see from Tucker. “Fuck you. Fuck this bullshit. Sister was right!”

Wash snapped his head up in defense his finger pointing at Tucker’s chest, “I chose the gang. I chose you! I went to jail for you guys.”

“Fuck no,” Tucker said smacking Wash’s hand away, “Dude, you went to jail because you fucked up.”

“No I didn’t! You guys were supposed to bail me out. You guys told me we weren’t going to leave anyone behind.” But they left him behind. He was always left behind. They were supposed to be different, they were supposed to family. A new family was supposed to be a new life for him, a new beginning. Even if it was a life he never imaged for himself it was supposed to be his new beginning of a life with people who cared about him.

“Church is dead because of you! My best friend, Junior’s god father, is dead because you were a cop the whole time.”

“I… I tried to save him. I did. He… I…” Wash felt his gut sink as the memory of the event raced through his mind. The drug deal went wrong, but Church knew what he was doing it was his client. Wash had trusted Church’s judgment and it ended horribly.

“I don’t care. I defended you. I put my neck out for you.”

“So did I! I gave up everything to be with you, Junior and Caboose. I gave up my whole life because I thought-”

“Oh Mister Washingtub, you are back!” Both Wash and Tucker looked to see Caboose storm into the safe house with arms open wide for the hug they all knew was coming. “We missed you! Tucker can stop moping now.”

“Caboose, shut up.”

“Are we fighting? Because I do not like shouting.”

“I know buddy,” Wash sighed out as he awkwardly patted Caboose’s arm still locked in a crushing hug. But at least someone was happy to see him again. If he was honest he was worried Caboose would hate him the most, and the thought of the usually happy kid angry was just not something he wanted to ever deal with when it was aimed at him. “Uh, Caboose could you put me down now?”

“Oh yes. But, only if you stop fighting.”

“Dude, just fucking put us down. I have to check on Junior.” The strong arms released both men with some degree of hesitation. Wash ran his fingers through his hair as Tucker basically ran away from him to Junior’s room, where no doubt the boy was still passed out cold. The kid could sleep through just about anything except a gun shot.

“Junior missed you too. But I missed you more.” Wash forced a smile to his friend but it never reached his eyes as he walked towards the kitchen in hopes of finding something to sooth his turning stomach. “Stupid Tucker. He missed you too. Something about throwing a surprise party for the popo.”

Wash stopped dead in tracks. “Caboose,” his tone was a warning though not aimed at him, “Who is throwing a surprise party?” It was a silly term that when in public went often unnoticed but carried a darker meaning to the other members. A term Wash wasn’t sure he wanted to hear right now.

“Tucker. Geez, and people say I don’t pay attention. Tucker wanted lots of confetti and Donut was gonna bake a cake! It was-” But Wash didn’t hear the rest of what Caboose said he was storming off to the back of the house towards Junior’s room. There were a million things flooding his head it was hard to keep track of which ones to hold on to. He wanted to be happy that Tucker wasn’t as mad as he seemed, but what if it wasn’t for his sake? He wanted to yell at the man, to scream at the top of his lungs and punch him. How could he do this? Wash just got out of prison and here Tucker was trying to put him right back in. Who else was in on it? Donut? Why was Donut so willing to help? Was he willing? He had to be Donut didn’t do much if he didn’t want to. But then again what did Tucker need with their diversion guy. Donut was good for intel too though. Wash’s hand went to head for a moment as all the thoughts started to get overwhelming.

However, when he reached the kid’s room Wash stopped. Junior was curled into a tight ball in his space pjs that Wash bought him for his last birthday with Tucker curled around him still in his clothes. It was a sight that was once common, but it had been over a year since he saw the two of them like that and honestly it made his heart stop and his head go blank.

He hadn’t even realized Tucker was staring at him until he heard a throat clear quietly. “We need talk,” Wash whispered as he knelt down beside the bed, a hand brushing Junior’s hair out of his face, “Not yell. Talk.”

“Yeah… Tomorrow though.”

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WIP: Meeting of the Minds (M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect)

My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Masterlist

This is part of a mostly-finished-but-unpolished chapter I'm writing in Ditto Defect. It's set closer to the start of DD so there isn't too much backstory that needs to be known other than: Crystal is taking another crack at journeying through Unova and is resting in Pinwheel Forest; Team Plasma has been pretty underground up until this point; and, the best part, Crystal is having a bit of a tricky time controlling her Ditto Ability, and this is the first instance that she has this issue :)

Fun fact: this is toward the end of this chapter as a whole (but not this WIP of the chapter, in total it gets up to 3k words-ish)

(I'm not very happy with my characterization of N, I want to rewrite it before I consider this chapter finished and share all of it)

I do not own the sprite I used! I found it here!

1.5k words

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ending lines from a nonexistent prior chapter (did say this is a WIP)

    Crystal couldn't sleep with the beautiful night around her. She sat, staring into the infinite inky sky, with the countless stars. The trees framed it, and Crystal remembered the feeling of travelling – always seeing new places, new Pokémon, new people. She felt almost normal again, like a normal Trainer who had gone to a foreign region for a Pokémon journey, collecting badges and making new friends.

     She heard the nighttime sounds of nocturnal Pokémon, and went to see if she could find the source of the natural melody. Everyone else was sound asleep, and they were hidden well within Pinwheel Forest – she couldn't go too far. Even if she did, Crystal could follow their auras.

     This could almost be Viridian Forest, she thought. These are different trees, but very much the same. The Pokémon are all different, but their lives are the same. She half-expected Mt. Moon to loom in the north-eastern distance, or even Mt. Silver out to the distant west.

     An urge wormed its way into her – an urge to use Transform. As if to remind her that the nostalgia was an illusion and no longer true. The urge grew, and something about it startled her – This isn't right. Alarm shot through her as the pain followed, and this time she didn't summon it – some other will other than her own started changing her body. And it terrified her.

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Crystal's body shifted, horribly, incompletely, unnaturally. She just had to keep this to herself, figure out what to do—

     She locked eyes with something. No, someone. A human. This late at night?

     He froze. Then he started approaching, slowly. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. He held no fear in his eyes. Just concern. 

     His bushy, light-colored hair was long, and some fell over his shoulder. It might've been in a Ponyta-tail. He wore some kind of baseball cap, and nondescript clothing that could have had more color than just white and grey, but her current grey-scale night-vision couldn't pick it out.

     Crystal noticed, as she bared her teeth at him, that she made the threat with a small snout – a Vulpix's snout. She didn't growl, not yet, her fangs were the first warning. He stopped. The concern never wavered.

     "I want to help you," he said. "Can I help you?"

     She let out a quiet growl, just for a moment. No. Go away. I can't be more clear.

     He took another step forward. "Please, I know someone who might be able to help. Who did this to you?"

     Who did this? I did this. I don't need your help. 

     "Can you tell me?"

     I'm a Pokémon, as far as you know. Of course I can't.

     The fur along her spine bristled and rose threateningly. Will-o-Wisp fires appeared around her on some uncontrollable instinct.

     "You're a long way from home," he said. "Vulpix are from Kanto. Who brought you here?"

     She took a threatening step forward, growling again. The Wisps moved forward, too. He stopped again.

     "I know seeing a human must be scary. But I understand you, can you tell me what happened?"

     She just continued to growl.

     He sat down, on the forest floor, and glanced up at the starry sky. "You have no reason to trust me," he said, not looking at her. "But, I promise, I just want to help. You're hurt, you're wrong. Someone did that to you. You're not how you should be." He sighed. "How about I tell you about my childhood. About the Pokémon that I helped, and met, and lived with." 

     He reached out a hand, and a Sewaddle came out of a bush and nudged against his hand. The Pokémon here know him.

     "I grew up with a lot of hurt Pokémon," he began. "I spent time soothing them, helping them, playing with them. They taught me to understand wild Pokémon..."

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And, for nearly an hour, he talked to Crystal. He poured his heart out, he stayed where he was, as Crystal listened intently. During this time, she reached out with her psychic sense – and she found that he meant what he said. His intentions, his history.

     His stories helped her calm down from her initial alarm of her ability malfunctioning, of him finding her in such a state. Maybe that person he said could help might be a good idea. If I can return to human, and find him myself. I have to stay hidden, secret. It's dangerous that he even sees me. But he doesn't suspect that I'm human...

     The sharp snap of twigs made her whirl around, fire at the ready. The Wisps, which had faded while the guy had talked, whooshed to life as she searched for the source of the sound.

     This human was clearly an adult. His hair was nearly shaved right to his head, and had light-colored hair, aside from a darker swish of hair that went around his head like it was one of Saturn's rings.

     "Go on, Beheeyem," the man said softly, not addressing Crystal or the other guy.

     Unlike her meeting with the first guy, this human brought a Pokémon with him – something odd, a Pokémon Crystal hadn't seen before. It had light-colored skin – if it could be called skin, its form had a look of stone – and strange markings on its head. If anything, its strange form reminded her of a Gardevoir's gown. It's three-pronged hands reminded her of the old, grainy pictures of Mewtwo that circulated in newspapers and on the news. She reached out with her psychic-sense, but couldn't get a read on it – instead, something pushed back.

     "Stop it," she barked in alarm, stepping back. The presence pushed further, steadily and unhindered. "Get back!" Her fur bristled again, trying to put up a resistance – but this wasn't like anything she had encountered before. The Wisps surrounded her, but she knew they wouldn't do much.

     "It talks?" the man asked.

     "It wouldn't speak with me," the other guy said.

     "That's not a Unovan accent."

     Come along, a thought said. It pushed its way into Crystal's mind.

     No! She took another step backward.

     Come along, it repeated. Its hands started lighting up, off-white flashes.

     What is that? she wondered, warily.

     Come along.

     It wasn't hurting her. It wasn't even attacking. In fact, it wasn't moving, at all. Just watching her, as she watched it, the lights flickering. She took a hesitant step forward. She didn't want to, yet she very much wanted to.

     Come along. The thought had become a mantra inside Crystal's mind. Come along. She couldn't define where it came from – the presence, or herself. It didn't matter to her to figure that out, either. Come along.

     Crystal had to follow this Pokémon – she couldn't not. She felt compelled to go. Her hostility melted away, replaced by a welcome calmness. All of the worries she'd harbored had left. Come along.

     A gentle hand touched her back, flattening the bristled fur around her neck. The hand was warm to the touch. "We'll help you and get you back home."

     The small prick in her neck snapped her focus away from the hypnotizing control, the liquid he injected— But she couldn't move, anyway – she noticed an energy holding her in place. The same way her Kadabra would sometimes use Psychic outside of battle. Kadabra would often pull berries out of trees with ease, move small boulders, and even the time he caught her PokéDex while traversing Victory Road, where it would have gone over a cliff. Once or twice, he used Psychic to hold a Pokémon in place long enough for her to make a new entry in her PokéDex, before it ran away.

     Arceus, no, please, no. She felt fine, in that moment, but it was only a matter of time, she knew. Can I use Teleport to get far enough away before it takes effect?

     She had to focus – harder thought than done, she realized, as her thoughts scattered away from her and as darkness enticed her to relax – on the clearing where her Pokémon were sleeping, oblivious to her situation.

     The incorporeal grip vanished as she used Teleport – but it was only a handful of feet away. So much energy wasted on a few feet!

     She heard the humans' exclamations of surprise, but her exhaustion turned her focus inward – her body was slowing down as whatever sedative they gave her took hold.  I have to go, she frantically, sluggishly, thought.

     "I'll take it to my lab for observation," the man said. "I'll take it from here."

     "Keep me updated, please – if I can help transport it home, let me know."

     “I will. Thank you, N.”

     Crystal tried to pull herself forward; she could sense Lucario dimly. He's awake. Lucario, help! A hand scooped her up, and she hung limply in the man's hands. She had enough awareness to wonder about her abnormally long tails, and that there were only three of them, instead of a Vulpix's usual six.

     "I wonder how you got this way? Let's go and see what you're made of."

     The darkness swallowed her up.

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Beheeyem, the Cerebral Pokémon. It has strong psychic powers that it can use to confuse or control its opponents' minds. Apparently, it communicates by flashing its three fingers, but those patterns haven't been decoded.

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My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Snippets Masterlist

These snippets are ideas I have for future events, and may-or-may-not change once I get to them chronologically.

Blog Masterlist

M(T)PJ: Different Futures (PMD) (#3)

Time's Singing - Apr. 4, 2023

M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect (#4)

Meeting of the Minds - May 9, 2023 [WIP]

The Dream Forest - May 27, 2023

A Monster of His Own Making - Dec. 10, 2022

Lost Control - Dec. 12, 2022

M(T)PJ: Connected Futures (#5)

Mewtwo's Advice - N/A

Promises - May 29, 2023

Crystalline Reflections - N/A