#one of these is not technically from an active wip but i have apparently used that word once in my life

[azaisya]

find the word tag game

rules: search for the chosen words in your manuscript, post the excerpts containing them, then choose four new words. My words were hint, archive, embrace, and sister

thanks for tagging me @swordvampire i am copying your formatting <3

hint

“What?” he said, alarmed by the sudden solemnity in her voice. His mother never took anything seriously. “Who’s died?” “Oh, I’m sure you wish the Emperor would,” she said, sharp, a hint of her usual laughter warming her expression, “No, unfortunately for you, nobody.”

archive

i have apparently never used this word in my life

embrace

The darkness always suited Myra well. It clung to her, pulling her into its embrace. She turned so that they were sitting nearly nose to nose, and Thrandeg could see every shift in her dark eyes.

sister

“Wow, your hair looks awful.” Cyrine came fully into his room, slamming the door shut behind her. She was his little sister, and therefore a little baby whose opinions didn’t matter. She also had horrible taste in fashion, which was why she was no longer allowed to dress herself or do her own hair for public appearances.

the only writer I know is @someabsolutenonsense so here get tagged. If any other writers follow me and would like to do this, then consider yourself tagged!!

Your words are: dark, smile, lie, gold

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut: YJ accidental baby acquisition. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Genetically, Kenley is our offspring,” Tim cuts in quickly, keeping his voice as even as possible. “The DNA test was clear. And they’re a child. They can’t just stay at the Tower or on the Watchtower.” 

“Impulse is technically seven, and Superboy is–what, five?” Barry says, looking exasperated. Kon’s still a few months away from four, actually, given the whole “was dead for a year” thing and some other weird shit that’s happened in their lives–they actually did the math pretty recently, but the fact that they had to do the math at all is very obviously a sign of weird shit happening in their lives, and either way, Tim won’t be correcting Barry’s math right now. “And you and Wonder Girl are what–seventeen?” 

Speaking of people who were dead for a while and lost track of shit . . . 

“I’m nineteen,” Cassie says, narrowing her eyes at Barry. “And Robin’s eighteen. No ‘technically’ about it.” 

“Physiologically and mentally, Impulse is seventeen and Superboy is nineteen,” Tim informs them shortly before anyone can try and make the technicalities an issue. “It’s unreasonable to treat them as capable of risking their lives as active superheroes after they’ve both already died in the line of duty but then claim they’re not capable of basic childcare when you think it’s inconvenient for them to be allowed to.” 

“Also you’re not allowing anything,” Bart says with a frown. “Kenley’s ours. Genetically and, like, ‘found and saved’-ly.” 

“Bart, you have no idea how difficult taking care of even a normal kid is. Assuming the kid’s safe, an actual foster situation is going to be necessary,” Barry says in exasperation, sounding weary, and Wally looks a little stressed too, which is not good. Wally’s the best chance they have to get the League at large not to be unreasonable about this–at least as long as Dick’s here, anyway–but he and Bart have never really seen eye to eye and he’s never really understood him or taken him seriously, so . . . 

Also, Wally’s the one who has the most experience with having superpowered kids in this conversation, and with nearly losing said kids. If anyone’s going to be the one they can get on their side, well– 

Technically, Tim is perfectly aware of Jon Kent’s existence and the fact that he has superpowers and was also temporarily “lost”. He’s equally aware of both Otho and Osul’s existences and past traumas and own powers. 

He is even more aware of the fact that Clark apparently didn’t know about Lophi and Martha and has never fucking once trusted Kon to be responsible for anything but a dog who was already invulnerable and indestructible and that he just personally happened to need a long-term petsitter for. Which might be unfair, a little, but is also objective fact. 

So yes, Wally is definitely their best shot here. Especially with Dick hopefully willing to back them up, if it comes to it. If he weighs in too quickly, Bruce will think he’s either biased or being too emotional, but if they can at least start to convince Wally and maybe Diana . . . 

“What do you expect us to do, just dump ‘em on Max Mercury or Red Tornado? Go see who’s the Spectre right now?” Cassie demands, folding her arms. “Go dig up Cadmus wherever they’re currently buried, see if they’re hiring kindergartners? Hey, I know, ship ‘em off to Hawaii with a sleazy–!” 

“Kenley doesn’t need fostered,” Tim cuts in quickly, because that line of conversation is not ending well no matter what. “We’re their biological parents, and we’re capable of taking care of them to an appropriate standard.” 

“That isn’t an acceptable decision for Young Justice to make without input,” Bruce says. 

“What is this, a superhero-CPS visit?!” Cassie snaps, clenching her fists. “Based on what, exactly? They’re ours! What’s not ‘acceptable’ is for the Justice League to decide you all get to make decisions about our fucking kid!” 

“Also, like, super hypocritical, I’m pretty sure,” Bart says. “Nobody interferes with what any of you guys do with your kids.” 

“None of us just kidnapped a kid straight out of a lab, Impulse!” Barry says in exasperation. 

“That’d be way too, like, actively proactive, yeah,” Bart agrees, and for just an instant vibrates in a very telling way. His expression doesn’t change, but he’s obviously angry. Very obviously angry. 

Maybe not obviously to Barry, though, Tim realizes almost immediately. 

“Being patient enough to show restraint isn’t a character flaw, kid,” Barry says, still clearly exasperated. 

“You’re being a sprocking nass about this,” Bart says, still staring at him with the same blank expression. “And also a fucking asshole.” 

Well, this is going well. 

“We’re just concerned about everyone’s safety, including the child’s,” Clark says, lifting a placating hand. Bart scowls, and Cassie bristles. Kon–doesn’t look away from Kenley. 

Tim just doesn’t feel particularly “placated”, put it that way.

[mataglap]

dbh WIP, again

yep, another scene that lunged for my throat as I got up for work today. frankly, at this point I’m posting these to guilt myself into actually finishing the fic, or at least getting the first chapter into publishable state.

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A sudden clatter and a loud curse echo through the open space. Connor glances in the direction of Reed's desk before rational thought catches up. Reed is leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, legs outstretched and arms hanging limply at his sides. Judging by the red hue of the screen in front of him, his terminal has produced an error.

"Anything I can help with, Detective?" he asks politely.

Reed does not move from his position. "Rule number one," he says to the ceiling. "Never offer anyone free tech support unless you want to do it until the end of fucking time."

There was not a single invective in that sentence, which is so far below Reed's average insult-to-word ratio that Connor stands up and walks over, driven by pure curiosity.

The error message taking up most of the screen has little technical value. "If you move, I can take a look," he says, standing over Reed's mostly-prone form. 

Five and a half seconds of staring silently at the ceiling later, Reed raises a leg and pushes himself away from the desk. His position and expression remain otherwise unchanged. There is nothing particularly funny about it, but Connor finds himself amused for some reason as he reaches for the terminal's interface plate.

Out of memory error. Which is more than understandable, considering the terminal's limited resources.

"Why do you have forty-four active searches open?"

"It's called work, jackass," Reed mutters, hostility still well below average. "Not all of us have silicone for brains."

"Surely you don't need them all at once."

"Did I ask you to snoop around my terminal?"

"Technically you didn't ask me anything," Connor points out, leaning his hip against the edge of the desk. "Frankly, I'm surprised the terminal failed only now, Detective. I would have expected it to become unusable at thirty searches."

Reed has progressed to mostly upright and glowering, but in another unusual turn of events, he's directing the glower at the terminal, not Connor. "Whatever," he says flatly. "Can you fix it without rebooting or not?"

"I'm afraid a reboot is necessary at this point, Detective."

Connor's behavioral model of Reed has grown robust enough that he knows what reaction to expect: anger, directed at himself most likely, followed by rejection of responsibility for the state of events and some uncreative insults in lieu of thanks. Reed summarily invalidates these estimates by groaning miserably, resting his elbows on his knees and running both hands through his hair.

The unexpected reaction has Connor… confused. It has to be confusion that generates the next sentence coming out of his mouth.

"I can, however, save any modified documents before I initiate the reboot."

Reed raises his head just enough to look up, fingers slowly dragging down his face. The sight of his eyes without the usual accompanying sneer is incongruous. If Connor were to make a metaphor, he'd compare the feeling to looking at a different android of the same model. The eyes convey no hostility, no aggression; they're just dry and bloodshot eyes of a very tired human.

"The fuck are you waiting for, then," Reed mumbles into the hands still covering most of his face, and the uncanny feeling disappears. Connor's behavioral analysis is most likely perfectly adequate. A single outlier does not invalidate the whole model.

Coaxing the terminal's OS into saving the files takes two seconds. Would take much less if Connor didn't feel compelled to ensure no existing data gets corrupted. He considers saying 'you're welcome' and decides against it. "Saved," he says instead, straightening up as the terminal enters a reboot cycle, and he fully intends to leave it at that and walk away, but something stops him. Apparently some parts of his programming are stronger than logical reasoning. "I suggest getting some rest, Detective," he adds neutrally. "I'm not likely to be able to fix the result of you falling asleep on the keyboard."

One of Reed's hands moves away from his face, fingers forming a rude gesture. The other follows it a moment later.

And Connor should probably take a look at his own behavior matrix instead of worrying about modeling Reed's, because as he walks back to his desk, he once again finds himself amused.

[brightsuzaku]

The Terran Initiative, a blurb

Instead of working on my other WIP, the first 2 paragraphs of this thing spilled into my brain today, so I had to write it, you see.

It hops around the experiences of different characters, but in this case, it's Halcyon and a crewmember, Cameron Adams. Halcyon is an intelligent machine-made ship from what I'd refer to as "early Stahkla", going by the ongoing shared cosmology of my BFF and I's stories. This is actually half of what I've written today. Uh, have fun!

For future context, Jen Murray is technically my BFF's OC. We kind of share her, really. Again, this is HALF of what I wrote, but then the post would get too long.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The so-called “Goldilocks Zone” was a metric proposed by Human scientists on Earth many years ago, to describe a planet beyond their solar system. Such a planet would be habitable and Earth-like: mildly temperate, of similar mass and gravity, with water, breathable air… That this habitable zone was popularly referred to as the Goldilocks Zone, after a children’s tale about a girl (with aforementioned gold-colored tresses) who barges into the home of complete strangers, declaring it “just right” and attempting to stay there, was what made it really funny. 

There was a particular irony to it, the idea that a spacecraft from Earth could also barge into such a hypothetical planet, its inhabitants declare it “just right”, before… Before what? Well, what would be really funny would be if the locals managed to kick them off as well. There were stories like that, told on Earth. Some well-written, some poorly-so, with varying degrees of anti-colonialist flavor. 

Never mind the complexity of what it would mean to actually land on another world in the first place, regarding contamination, disease, that was a two-way stree- “Hal!” 

A quiet voice broke Halcyon’s thoughts for a moment, before he switched his attention to the source. Cameron, of course. With Halcyon’s attention turned, their voice came into focus, “Hey, hey! Did you finish the process? You’re not usually unresponsive.” 

“Processing is complete, Cameron,” Halcyon began, “The water has finished purification for use in the garden. I apologize, I… I am still thinking about what Jen said about the mission.” 

Cameron stepped back as the lights in the room brightened slightly, while Halcyon made his report. Soft, rectangular panels on the walls, which were filled with precious water, glowed a soft blue color through their backlighting. A chime sounded as Halcyon began to empty the water from the panels into their holding containers below. 

As Cameron watched the ship’s intelligence do the work, their mind began to wander, as well. Lately, people were getting antsy aboard the Halcyon. The Terran Initiative launched about five-apparent years ago, as a joint project between the Humans of Old-Earth and the Machina of Stahkla. The first two years were spent with Human crewmembers in hibernation shifts to ensure the hibernation chambers could be activated and reactivated as needed for safety, and to test the stability of the Initiative's fleet systems. The hope was for the Human crew to get things started, before entering a long hibernation while on their way to a selected planet for future habitation. The Machina planned to handle the rest, mentally being better suited for long-term travel. 

Cameron, a Human, was selected to be one of the Superior Agrimanagers of Nutritional Supply. Cameron always hated that term, “Agrimanager”. They found it was easier to simply say “farmer” or “gardener”, but no, those didn’t sound important enough. They could have been assigned to a larger ship, like the Gentle Peace, but Halcyon was smaller. More self-sufficient. And he was going out further first, ahead of the fleet. Cameron’s twin sister, Erin, was doing the same job out on Gentle Peace, anyway.

CONTINUE READING: HERE

[hideyseek]

For the procrastinating writers ask

🧭 🤡

hello!!! thanks for the ask :3

from the ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your wip

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

oooooh! narrative!fic technically has several potential working titles none of which i particularly like atm: Bright Future Behind Me (from Hozier's "Anything But", Bearing (in both the navigational and endurance senses), and apparently, according to my notes from last june, A Key That Could Use a Little Turn (the worst of the lot, imo).

🤡 How many Wips are you actively working on?

hahaha. haha. aha. well. it's actually not so bad right now! if we take "actively" to mean "words are being semi-regularly written for this" i think it's just 4: mini heist!au, the kaze server daycare au, weilan xfiles au, and narrative!fic. i think my ideal would be that i'm working on just one fic per fandom at a time, but narrative!fic and the daycare au are kind of exceptions, and there's so much "finding my place" work required to pick the arthurcobb fic back up that i'm kind of glad to leave it for a few more months.

these are all in various stages, though:

mini heist!au - i have a revision worklist and am about to write draft 3 in the next two weeks, god willing

kaze server daycare au - i just figured out two potential structures today and need to go back over my notes to put together an outline so i can start draft 1

weilan xfiles au - i'm drafting randomly for this whenever the "add 3 sentences" post comes around but mostly i'm waiting to stumble across plot solutions in my day to day life

narrative!fic - i'm maybe 30%? generously 40% through what is technically draft 1 but is really draft 1 attempt 4

and in about a week when the assignments for guardian fandom's 520 day exchange are announced, i'll swap that in for the weilan xfiles au!

technically other fics on the back burner are: long heist!au, reunion!fic, two towns, cursebreaker haiji au, porn code to long heist!au (aka bcsdp week 8 response), my arthurcobb longfic. but most of those aren't super high priority / are in a more "if something happens to me to make me want to pick this up then i'll go back to it" and will get rotated in as stuff completes.

[glaivenoct]

1, 5, 19 for ao3 wrapped

ao3 wrapped [writer's edition]

Thank you for sending some <3 <3

1.) How many words have you written this year?

There's no way this is going to be accurate but 39,779+

I'm going based off of the words counts from the 5 fics I posted to ao3 this year. However, there are things I've written that are still sitting in my docs. Not to mention that I have this insane habit of sometimes rewriting things anywhere from 3 to 2o348940293 times over when my brain gets stuck and a fic isn't working out the way I want it to. There's some things sitting in WIPs that are already on rewrite number 3 and I'm this closer to rewriting it AGAIN ;A;

So it's hard to say, but there's a base to go off of at least ;u;

5.) What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I'm still to this day blown away by the response I received on Even Angels Deserve Guardians ;u; It was the most encouraging and motivating response I've ever experienced, especially since it was my debut fic in both Tristamp & Vashwood fandoms!! So many people said welcome and apparently really enjoyed my characterization of both Vash & WW? Which was probably my biggest concern when writing it. I wanted to do right by them so bad and I was worried since I was used to writing The Same rarepair for the last several years in a row ;A;

I'm so grateful for every kudos, bookmark and lovely comment ppl left on it QuQ

19.) What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Heh I still haven't tried my hand at Pelnoct or Pelnyxnoct oops ;u; I think it's safe to say Vashwood is a high priority on the list next year since I've only managed to do one fic for them so far. There's still plenty of exploring to do with them ofc.

But ok. Listen. I honestly don't think I will ever actually be brave enough to try my hand at one of my newer fav pairings, but just hear me for a sec pls -

Nanago

I don't talk abt jjk stuffs with anyone but the voices in my head. So I'm taking my chance to spew this out into the void, apologies in advance. AHEM!! I don't know if I have the capability to write either of these characters or the universe of jjk itself well or believably - but goddamn do I enjoy thinking about the potential of these two.

Because, in my head, there is just something to be said about a character that is literally physically untouchable unless he actively turns off his power because he has deemed a certain space, object, or person Safe Enough to make physical contact with him. There is something to be said about a character with this renowned title of being "The Strongest", and the loneliness that might come with that underneath this "idiotic", "flippant", and "egotistical" personality. ALL OF THIS combined with this character losing their "one and only" technically two times, and between both instances, calling love "the most twisted curse of all"

Like I love Gojo for the chaotic fucker he is, but I like to believe there are things there under the surface, beyond those general wants and goals he talks about in the series. And it gives me brainworms - especially in relation to Nanami.

Nanami, my beloved. Calm and pragmatic Nanami who sees himself as someone with "no concept of a reason worth living or something worth doing". Sigh. THERE IS ALSO SOMETHING TO BE SAID abt a character who, at the hands of the jujutsu world, also loses their only friend and experiences much suffering. A character who only chooses to return to this world bc, even if it brings him pain and suffering, at least he's helping people. An incredibly selfless character that values the lives of his comrades, ESPECIALLY the youngsters. Goddd does he want to protect the youngsters and let them be youngsters. He might be hella opposite of Gojo personality wise but

A.) That's part of what makes them fun hehe >:3 B.) It's fun to draw the parallels and contrasts, and despite their differences in how they approach things, I think they share similar wants and goals - particularly in reference to the youngsters and seeing a change in the world.

WITH ALL THAT SAID - I want these two to find something in each other amidst all that ish. and like, make out about it. Idk if exploring them is something I'll pull off in actual writing next year, but at the very least I will be in a corner somewhere exploring them in my head.

And thus concludes Brina's sudden Nanago ramble ty and m'sorry I just enjoy them!!!

[chipped-chimera]

[// DATA TAGS: MOBILE NAV //]

Welcome to my semi-comprehensive tag map! Generally I try pretty hard to keep everything tagged appropriately for blacklisting/filing purposes so I can find stuff later. This is a list of tags I feel are most consistently used for various reasons or I plan on using. I am a big advocate for the curated dash experience, please blacklist tags if you’re not into them.

This remains a constant WIP, I’ll add new tags as I go.

[!// I try my best to make sure I tag any potentially sensitive/triggering content appropriately but stuff can be missed. Please let me know if you feel something needs to be tagged appropriately. //!]

[// CREATIVE STUFF //]

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[// PERSONAL TAGS //]

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[// GAMING (AND RELEVANT TAGS) //]

Cyberpunk 2077

Cyberpunk 2077 ✛ CP2077 Fanart ✛ CP2077 Spoilers ✛ PL Spoilers ✛ Phantom Liberty ✛ Cyberpunk Lore ✛ Jackie Welles ✛ OC: Venatrix ✛ Jackie x V ✛ Fem V ✛ Masc V ✛ Enby V

Baldur’s Gate 3

Baldur’s Gate 3 ✛ BG3 Fanart ✛ BG3 Spoilers ✛ DND Lore ✛ Karlach ✛ BG3 Venatrix ✛ Karlach x Tav

Mass Effect

Mass Effect ✛ Mass Effect: LE ✛ Femshep ✛ Garrus Vakarian ✛ Shakarian

Other Tags

Virtual Photography Gaming Edit

[// MODDING //]

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[// SOCIAL COMMENTARY //]

PSA - Public Service Announcement (this is important, probably look at it). Fandom Discourse - Any kind of meta-ish commentary on fandom. Fuck Corpos - For all my spite against the capitalist machine. This Has Been A Tag Rant - It’s a rant, but it’s in the tags (sorry). Tech Dystopia - Active documentation of our slide into CP2077 setting (apparently). Disabiliy / Ableism - I have disabilities so expect some of both. LGBTQ+ / Gender - I’m not straight either. Also expect me yelling about how gender is a social construct frequently.

[// OC STUFF //]

OC: Venatrix - My canon Cyberpunk 2077 V, the gothic/rock girl OG. BG3 Venatrix - It’s Ven but she’s a tiefling in the D&D universe now. Vibes: Venatrix - Posts/Aesthetics etc. I feel relate to Ven.

[// MISC TAGS //]

GIF - Any post that contains a gif (if I miss one, please let me know) for filtering. Polls - All tumblr polls. Art - Art from others, contemporary and/or historical. Writing - Anything I feel is writing relevant really. History / Science / Space - I am a nerd for this shit, expect it. Inspo - Stuff I find inspiring! Fish Nonsense - Containment tag for my own aquarium stuff (not reblogged content).

[vyxythepixie]

AO3 Wrapped Q&A

How many words have you written this year?

Apparently 111,206.

How many works did you publish this year?

Thirty-six. I'd write the number but for some reason it posted HUGE.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Oh, man. I think it's probably 'You Want Ice With That?' because I find Tony really hard to write as I'm not au fait with American accents and his particular patter, and I was happy with how I wrote him in that. Closely followed by 'Goddess Set Free', as I was pleased with myself for doing a properly planned out fic and that's helped me work on doing that with other longer fics.

What work of yours has the most hits?

For 2022, it's 'The Incorrigible Loki Bangs The MCU', which makes sense because I tagged so many fandoms for that and it updated daily for 30 days so it got attention. Across all years, it's 'Deserved'.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I feel like any of the collections with 'Sucktember' in the title (two of which got my highest comment threads) I'm surprised by the feedback, mostly because I think I should have titled them better. Otherwise, I guess 'Juvelen Av Trollmenn', since Strangefrost is quite a surprisingly small ship on AO3 and I didn't expect to generate too much interest in me writing them with a baby (especially when there are already amazing fics out there covering that topic lolol).

Favorite title you used

Probably 'You've Got Raven'. 'Exposure' was fun for the double entendre, too.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I'd like to do this more but I'm both super picky and can never think of what I want to fit what I'm writing. I have three works with lyric titles this year and they're all different artists. Daft Punk, Led Zeppelin, and Nat King Cole.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Strangefrost

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Oof. Probably Strangefrost by a pinch because I've written more of it but I love frostiron so they're practically tied.

What work was the quickest to write?

'Saucerers' was the shortest at just over 600 words, but I feel like 'Warm' was possibly one of the quickest to write. I was fast with getting out some of the Happiness Is Relative series and the second chapter of 'You Want Ice With That?' was a fast one, too. I swear there was one I did in like 4 hours (which is quick for me), but like a good speedy 4 hours not like the 'oh my god this took me 4 hours' feeling, if you get my drift? XD

What work took you the longest to write?

This year, I feel like it was the second chapter for 'Juvelen Av Trollmenn'. I find domestic scenes really tough and it was a bit of a slog. I would've made the chapter twice as long to inject more energy into it but I feel it worked out better having another dozier one before it gets a kick in chapter 3.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Oh boy. I have at least 11 I either plan to or could continue, and that's only for the two fandoms I'm still actively writing. I'm going to be slowing down a bit next year though because I need to alternate with my original work.

What’s your longest work of the year?

'Juvelen Av Trollmenn' at 7,057 words so far.

What’s your shortest work of the year?

'Saucerers' at 639 words.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Several of them. 'Juvelen Av Trollmenn' for sure. I want to continue 'Superior', 'The True Glorious Purpose Of The Sorcerer', and 'Amendments'. I'd also like to update 'The Deepest Circle' and 'Settling Debts' for the PotC side of things. And more things, too.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Probably Strangefrost or Explicit Sexual Content lol

Your favorite character to write this year?

That's a tough one. I mean Loki is involved in nearly all of them, so technically him, but I've really enjoyed writing Stephen Strange's POV.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Tony Stark. Hands down. I adore him but I am a lowly British person with little knowledge of Americanisms or his pop culture banter. I just try my best and the more I work at it the less he sounds exactly like Stephen.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Tbh I'd really like to try my hand at Loki/Peter Quill in a oneshot.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Probably 'Proximity' or 'Warm'. Though I've been re-reading 'Superior' and 'You Want Ice With That' a bunch, too.

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

2,204

Which work has the most comments?

'The Incorrigible Loki Bangs The MCU'

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

I didn't, alas. I'm not much of a collaborator, but Simuran translated 'Everything Turns To Gold' into Russian, which is pretty cool, if that counts.

Did you write any gifts this year?

No, I should try that out sometime. I've noted a few prompts down that people have mentioned that I could write as gifts someday.

Did you receive any gifts this year?

Nope!

What’s your most common category?

M/M for sure

What do you listen to while writing?

Alas I don't. I need quiet to write or I can't focus and will try to sing. Though sometimes I have put on Loki or Doctor Strange soundtracks. For 'Superior' I listened to some Black Sabbath to get a vibe but not while directly writing. I've also been putting on a bunch of Nordic traditional stuff the few times I've written with music going on.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Between 'You Want Ice With That?', 'Superior', and 'Warm'.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Ffff I have no idea, but the first one that comes to mind is: "Look, you wanna get Tall, Dark and Horizontal, or what?” from 'You Want Ice With That?'

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

How hard I fell into the Strangefrost pit, I guess? XD Or how much fanfic I've managed to churn out now I'm bitten by the bug.

[danger-xylophones]

Shooting Star Part 2

they/she pronouns

Story Summary: You are a brand new animatronic at the Pizzaplex on a quest to find your place among the cast and crew. However it quickly becomes apparent that that’s not all you are meant to do. 

Chapter Summary: You meet the staff and make a few new friends. 

Warnings: passing mention of a shooting, a lot of exposition, anti-animatronic talk, people talking down to the reader, anxiety, not beta-read

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Isle Unto Thyself - Miracle Musical

Blinding, shining star

You won’t see so far

Know what can’t be shown

Feel what can’t be known

A week of field tests - that was what they wanted. You were to be positioned in the Daycare during the slower parts of the day, the main atrium during shows, and you were supposed to accompany the main nightguard during the night time. 

You were put back together, given a uniform, and immediately ushered out of, from what you learned, Parts and Service by Louanne. You were barely able to wave goodbye to Mr. Mahaffey. 

The shorter woman set a brisk pace as she led you through the tunnels that ran beneath the Pizzaplex - that was another thing you’d learned. You were indeed in Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. It was so strange being here, even if technically underneath the giant mall. Henry had spoken of the place with irreverence, scorning the flagrant use of the animatronics as “cheap entertainment” and “a disgrace to robotics”. You never understood his resentment of the franchise. You understood less now that he was offering you to Fazbear Entertainment. 

“These tunnels run all over the mall,” Louanne suddenly spoke up, breaking the agreed upon silence. “Only staff are allowed down here, guests are never except in the most extreme of circumstances.” 

“May I have an example of what is defined as an ‘extreme circumstance’ in accordance with Fazbear Entertainment?” You questioned her, head tilting down to study the top of her head. 

With a huff, she slowed her speedy pace just enough to focus on writing something on her clipboard. “Update 1, decrease verbosity.” You caught the muttered sentence and felt the slightest sting of dejection. “Basically, if anyone is literally dying and we need to get them to an ambulance or there’s an active shooter or something. That’s pretty much it.” 

“Understood.” You bowed your head as the information filed itself away. Louanne, having finished writing, resumed her speedy pace. The two of you lapsed into silence as you rounded corner after corner, gated section after gated section. You could see how it would be easy to get lost. Luckily, you had been making a map of the places Louanne led you to. Although the map would undoubtedly be incomplete, at the very least you would know the way to and from Parts and Service and the Daycare. 

After exactly 4 minutes and 23 seconds, Louanne led you up two flights of stairs and opened a door that deposited the two of you in a mostly empty hallway. Either side was lined with colorful lockers. From the wall closest to you hung a large poster with a face on it and lettering reading “energizing candy: sunnydrop”. Above the smiling cartoon sun-like face was a small candy, presumably the “sunnydrop”. 

Louanne must have noticed you analyzing the poster because she paused for a moment to speak. “That’s the Daycare attendant, Sun.” She jabbed a polished finger nail at the smiling face. “He’s a handful but he keeps the kids in line. You’ll meet him in a minute.” Stopping for a moment, she made a note of something on her clipboard. “He’s got an alter ego named Moon. He’s the one in charge of getting the kids to sleep. Only shows up when the lights are out though.” 

“An odd design choice.” You interjected without considering Louanne’s reaction. 

To your fortune, she simply blinked up at you before a small smile spread over her lips. “You’re telling me. His programming’s even weirder. Plenty of techs have lost their minds trying to work out all the bugs.” 

“Bugs?” 

“Moon’s got some weird obsession with making sure every kid stays asleep and Sun’s got attachment issues.” Louanne huffed. Turning on her heel she started to lead you towards the only other door in the room. 

You followed close behind her. “I’m afraid there is not much I can do to help with Moon’s...obsession,” you started thoughtfully, “but I am programmed to meet the emotional needs of those around me.” 

She led the two of you through the door which opened up into an open hallway decorated with checkered tile flooring and a mural which read “Superstar Daycare Pickup” painted onto one of the brick walls. “Yeah, so Mahaffey explained. Speaking of, exactly what did he need an animatronic for?” 

You tilted your head in thought, “Many years ago Mr. Mahaffey suffered a near fatal heart attack. He managed to recover well enough but his nieces - they are the ones who took care of him before me - insisted he look into at-home hospice care for the future.” You paused for a moment as the memories flooded your system. “Mr. Mahaffey is and always has been a fiercely independent man. And also a genius engineer. So, he built his own care-taker: me.” Louanne had stopped to listen to you talk and you met her curious gaze unflinchingly. “As a result, I am programmed with first-aid knowledge, therapeutic tactics, and various security features.” 

“That explains why he thinks you’re a good enough match for Fazbear entertainment,” Louanne resumed walking, her clipboard now firmly tucked against her side and pen returned to its place behind her ear, “doesn’t explain why he’s trying to sell you though.” 

“I am afraid I can’t offer any further elaboration,” you ‘sighed’. “He briefly mentioned Fazbear entertainment prior to my shutdown but he said nothing of note.” 

Louanne didn’t say anything but a malcontent hum slipped from her. After a lengthy walk spent in awkward silence, she finally led you into a brightly lit area filled to the brim with adults all gathered around circular tables. Most were slumped forward, exhaustion evidently weighing on their shoulders. The screams of children at play filled the air, clashing with the upbeat, obnoxious tune emanating from the speakers all around. A stab of sympathy shot through your system, you could only imagine the irritation pressing on the adults’ minds. 

Paying no mind to the adults, Louanne led you down a flight of stairs that ran alongside the netted off play area. You were aware of a few stares being directed towards you by staff and patrons alike but you brushed them off. It made sense for them to stare at you - you were a brand new animatronic being toted around by the head of the security team. If you were a human, you’d stare too. 

You finally came to a stop before two large wooden doors, all around you were mothers, fathers, and guardians pushing strollers and leading toddlers around. It was busy but it felt right. Louanne opened one of the doors and ushered you inside. “Alright, since we’re still figuring out where to put you you’re going to do your first field test inside the daycare area.” She began to explain as she walked over to a circular desk bedecked in monitors with chairs filled with security workers who all scrambled to sit upright before Louanne turned her attention to them. “These three are Cristen, Anna, and V.” She gestured to the three guards in time with her introduction of them. The three all ogled you as they offered various forms of greeting - Cristen and Anna both opting for waves while V offered a casual two-finger salute. “Gang, this is __, a new animatronic we’re testing out this week. Play nice.” She added in a steely voice as she shoved you towards the three humans. “These three will get you up to speed on all the stuff you need to know. I’ll send a tech to get you hooked into the basic systems.” Louanne added over her shoulder as she began to depart. “I’ll come grab you in a couple of hours to run your second test. And remember,” she was at the doors now but had stopped to point a finger at you, “your optics are already hooked up, we see whatever you see.” And just like that, she had left you in the care of the three young guards. 

You stared at each other, no one quite sure what the next move was. Children continued to yell all around you only making the awkward silence between the four of you worsen. “Greetings,” you finally spoke up, “as Officer Louanne stated, my name is __.” It was a start. 

The three humans blinked at you a few times. V was the first one to speak. “Oh great.” They began in what you detected to be a sarcastic tone. “At least Lou was kind enough to introduce us to our replacement.” 

“V!” Anna, you think, scolded the shaggy-haired young adult. “Don’t think of it like that.” She huffed, firmly crossing her arms. With a flourish the tall blonde hopped out of her office chair and approached you. “It’s nice to meet you, __.” She stuck her hand out and you, ever aware of how fragile humans could be, gingerly shook it. Cristen offered his hand next. The young man looked barely 20 and had trouble meeting your eyes as he introduced himself. V didn’t offer their hand but was kind enough to dip their head to you. “Well,” Anna clapped her hands together, startling Cristen and catching your attention, “now that we’re all introduced, let’s get __ up to speed.” 

Despite it still being early in the morning (well, sort of - it was 10:13 am) the Daycare was bustling. You had counted approximately 28 kids all between ages 3-7 running around the play area while Anne and Cristen provided you with a basic run down of the various policies for the Megaplex. V had been the one to supply you with a map of the whole area which surprised you. You had already memorized it, adding it to the incomplete one you had of the maintenance tunnels, as they returned to their seat and an older woman with wiry gray hair forced her way past. She was wearing torn coveralls with an off-centered name tag displaying her name (Betty) proudly on one of the ripped shoulder straps. She was the tech Louanne had sent for you and wasted no time hooking you up to the computer systems. It seemed that as soon as she’d gotten there, Betty had left muttering about something called S.T.A.F.F. bots. You watched her leave with a curious tilt of your head. That you soon turned towards the tree young guards - a question had been gnawing at the back of your mind for the past 20 minutes. 

“Pardon me,” you began, making all of them look towards you, “but where is the Daycare attendant? I have not seen him since I arrived.” 

Cristen was the one to answer you. “S-sun took a bit of a-a tum-tumble jus-just before you-you got here.” He spoke with a soft, polite voice. His tone was even and pleasant. “Broke his-his arm.”

“He should be back pretty soon actually.” V hummed, picking at the chipped orange polish on their nails. “Speaking of, it’s about time for me to clock out.” Unceremoniously they stood, sending their rolling chair careening into the wall behind the four of you – the back of it just barely missed the bottom of the large tv screen portraying the daycare logo. “See you suckers later.” They offered Cristen and Anna a two fingered salute before punching the button to open the door and disappearing. You could only watch on curiously.

“I am detecting some…agitation from V. Did I do something?” You asked the remaining two humans who were both staring at the door.

“I…” Anna began before sighing as she returned her attention to her monitor, “No, you personally didn’t. V’s been on edge lately. They’re probably just stressed.” Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of a child tripping over a rogue bouncy ball and falling flat on his face. There was a beat of silence as the three of you waited. And the child began to cry. “Cristen…” Anna sighed.

“On-on it.” Cristen started to move but you stood up and raised a hand to stop him. Quickly, you made your way over to the small boy who had lifted his head off the ground. His pale grey eyes were filled with large tears that spilled over his baby-round cheeks in tiny rivers. He turned his watery gaze up to you as you approached and stooped down to offer him a hand.

“Hello, little friend.” You greeted, feeling your care-taker programming kick in. “That was quite the tumble. Are you alright?” The little boy sniffled; a hiccupping breath followed soon after as he shook his head. Your voice box mimicked the sound of a clicking tongue. “I’m sorry to hear that, can you show me where it hurts?” Slowly, you helped the small boy sit up and he pointed one chubby finger to his forehead where a giant red circle had taken up residence. “Oh dear. That’s sure to bruise.” You hummed in a sympathetic coo. “But it’s nothing an ice pack can’t fix.” You started to stand, ushering the kid up with you. This was an easy enough fix: calm the patient then soothe the injury. The icepacks were always kept on the bottom shelf of the freezer door in the garage, right next the bag of frozen peas Henry swears he’ll eat one da-

You aren’t in Mr. Mahaffey’s house.

You don’t know where any of the first aid is.

You don’t know where anything is.

You aren’t home.

“Hey there, little guy.” Anna’s voice called. You blinked. Anna and Cristen were watching you and the little boy who was clinging to your hand; the former was leaned forward stood before you with her hands on her knees to be closer to eye level with the kid. Cristen remained back behind the desk, his eyes darted over the three monitors at break-neck speed. “Let’s get you patched up, eh?” She stood and offered her hand to the little boy who, after glancing at you, went over to her. “I’ll take you to the first aid station, kiddo. Can you tell me your parents’ names so I can tell ‘em what happened?” Anna’s voice faded away as the two slipped out of the Daycare area.

“__?” Cristen’s voice pulled your attention back over to him. You hummed, shoving the odd choking feeling in your throat to the back of your mind. “I-I wouldn’t worry-worry. You’re-you’re-re brand new-ew.” You crept closer to the red headed boy who was still looking over the screens.

“I apologize, Cristen.” You sighed, retaking your seat. “I am…not used to not knowing where things are. I was not sure how to proceed.”

The young man frowned. “Don’t-don’t beat yourself up, up about it.” And then, after a quick final glance at the monitors he looked up and smiled at you. “I’m sur-sure Faz-Fazbear is going-ing to buy you and-nd then you’ll hav-have everything pro-gramm-programmed into th-that metal he-head of yours.”

You returned his smile and offered a quiet thank you for his comfort but a hollowness had crept in to your circuits, already you were grieving the life you couldn’t return to.

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Slowburns...my least favorite to write but oh my favorite to read. More of the main gang next chapter, I promise. 

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Fic writer interview

Tagged by the boo @bellafarella

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

116.

I used to have close to 300 but I deleted or orphaned a lot of them (especially the 5 sentence prompts which were like 50 lmao) and some I was just not liking or felt I could've done better or felt like I could add it to another fic instead.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

340,713 --- damn i didn't even know this existed. I wonder how much it ws before I deleted lmaoo

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Actions Speak Louder Than Words - Ian/Mickey 753 kudos

I Don't Love You, But I Always Will - Ian/Mickey 723 kudos

Parent/Teacher Conference  - Ian/Mickey 712 kudos

Frank Fucking Gallagher - Ian /Mickey 644 kudos

Never Have I Ever  - Ian / Mickey 540 kudos

genuinely surprised by these lol

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

Always! Or try my best to. I lovee getting comments. Half the time I write it's just to see people's comments or tags lol. Idk they make me happy (unless they're mean)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Yikes lol well I have several death fics so those? lol

The Highwayman

Skype Calls 

If You Loved Me, Why'd You Leave Me?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Happiest oof...hmm Soul Meets Body  where Bucky and Steve get reunited after Bucky gets trapped in the soul stone and they retire? Or the gallavich one where Ian wakes up and Mickey never got arrested (post s5) and they're good.

I have a lot more but those are usually just fluff oneshots not a whole story

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I think I've only technically done one. It was where Mickey gets attacked by a Djinn and basically ends up seeing the mickey version of what Dean saw in the Supernatural episode "What is and What Should Never Be". If I recall Sam and Dean saved him.

oh and the She's the Man Fic I don't remember if it had characters from the movie or not though lmaoo but maybe. I'll have to reread

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yes. Usually they didn't like where I went with it. (even though i'd make it obvious). Accuse me of not knowing the characters. And that one person that got mad me and @bellafarella made lip too "likeable" ?? weirdos. Always had issues with the shameless fandom with giving nasty comments tbh.

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

Not anymore tbh. I like putting them in turmoil instead.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Actually I think so?? Or they tried it. Def had someone write a fic about my fic which was interesting.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

OH yes! A lot of gallavich ones

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

Yes! So far just the Shameless/She’s the man crossover fic with @bellafarella

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Stevebucky </3

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

All the one in my head but especially 1960's stevebucky, musician stevebucky, and deathfic but plot twist not a death fic stevebucky but like I said they're in my head and have been for yearss

15. What are your writing strengths?

angst lol I used to be really good at description but my brain has rotted through the years lmaoo

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar. Commas confuse me and dont get me started on ;. Passive voice or active voice (apparently) , repeating words too often. I need to get good at description again and better word choice.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It depends. As long as it's in character and the correct way for it to be typed. Otherwise I'd put "says in ___ " or what not

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Shameless US or a long time ago when I started a fic for Crisis Core but i never got far at all

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Currently none. Ask me a month ago I would've said Tarlos

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm too lazy to look through my Ian/Mickey ones but i had a lot of faves there.

My Lakehouse Stevebucky fic is my favorite as of late Distant Lover, One Day I'll Hold You Like the Sun Holds the Moon 

Tagging: idk who to tag in these anymore lol so anyone that wants to do it :D

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Fic Questionnaire

Thanks for @sixtyfourk for tagging me! I’m putting the questions under a cut because it’s quite long :’)

I’ll tag @northernscruffycat, @northelypark, @edward-elbowlick, @vermontwrites, @asa-liz, @yoshi-g-teh-first, @call-me-rucy, and @aquamarineglow but if there’s anyone else who wants to do this, please go ahead!

How many works do you have on AO3?

107… but a lot of these are just reposts or prompt-inspired fics that are 10 lines long!

What's your total AO3 word count?

378242 words

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

Professor Layton, PLvsAA, Layton Brothers Mystery Room, Rhythm Thief, Voltron: Legendary Defender (I only watched the first two seasons, haha…), The Ancient Magus Bride (I was in it for the cute dragon mage— not for the main romance), Steven Universe, Ace Attorney (only as a part of PLvsAA), Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, My Hero Academia

…10 fandoms altogether, but some like PLvsAA and LBMR fall under the PL category.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Aizawa Doesn’t Give Hugs - MHA- 1111 kudos - (Why can’t I update my most popular fic?)

Fireflies - Steven Universe - 221 kudos - (Again, WHY DID I NEVER UPDATE THIS?)

Reset - PL - 134 kudos - (This is the one I feel the worst about because it’s an ongoing long fic for my main fandom and I’ve had so much support from readers but I just can’t find the strength to update it…)

Worth Fighting For - PL - 86 kudos - (My incomplete Whumptober fic!)

Mending - Voltron - 85 kudos - (I think this was one of the first fics I posted on AO3 and I was really happy about the response it got! And for a fandom I’d never written for before!)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I usually respond to comments pretty quickly because I want to show my appreciation for people who take the time to comment :) If I’m ever slow to respond it’s probably just because I’m busy or I’m trying to formulate a long response. If a person leaves a longer comment, I try to make my response longer!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

That’s probably ‘To Boldly Flee’. It’s a fic I originally posted on FF.net but it’s now part of an Aurora & Luke oneshot series called ‘Looking Foward’ on AO3. The fic stars Aurora and Luke in an AU set during Azran Legacy. It diverges from canon after Descole steals the Azran keystone in the Nest. Aurora doesn’t want to go to the Azran sanctuary and face her ‘duty’ as the Azran emissary— she also doesn’t want to get STABBED IN THE HEART— so she decides to run away with Luke.

Aurora receives even more angst in this AU than in canon. After Descole’s betrayal, she starts to doubt herself and her friends, aside from Luke.

With a bit of help from Rook and Bishop, the two of them fly to London and then to Misthallery when they hear Targent have taken over the town. During this time, Aurora has her identity crisis about being a golem and having the fate of the world resting on her shoulders. She eventually decides to help Luke save his hometown because Luke is worth the world to her.

This all culminates with Luke getting fatally(?) wounded and taken to the Golden Garden. Aurora is so distraught by this point that she almost ‘floods the whole world’ in a kind of failsafe doomsday device the Azran may have implanted in her. Luckily, Descole and Layton show up to assure her that Luke is alive— but just barely. Aurora returns to her normal self and they get Luke to hospital. Aurora waits by Luke’s bedside for him to wake up. Aurora mentions that Emmy’s fate is unknown, but they still mourn for her.

In the original FF.net ending, Luke wakes up.

In the AO3 ending, Aurora just keeps waiting for Luke. ‘She could not age, so she would wait until he awoke. Even if it took forever...’

If I ever did write more of this story, Aurora and Co would probably go to the other Azran sites (Ambrosia, the Infinite Vault of etc) to search for a cure for Luke. But at it is, the fic is left open-ended as to whether Luke ever recovers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really hate but there was one anon review that may have been ‘too brutal’ (their words). I can’t say it hasn’t affected the updates on that particular fic.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I wrote a couple of light smut fics back when I really shipped Layton/Emmy. I think I’d cringe if I went back to read those fics (but then again, I do that with a lot of my old writing). I can’t see myself writing smut now.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I can’t say I’ve had a fic stolen, but I was reading a fic a while ago and the wording was veeery familiar. I’m not sure why because the fic was already good up to that point? Why would they bother copying my writing? XD I can’t complain, though! We’re all technically stealing the original creator’s characters and concepts by writing fanfic.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, for my Rhythm Thief AU, Déjà Vergier! In this AU, 16-year-old Raphael gets taken in by the Vergier family. A Deviantart user called BakApple kindly translated my writing into French. With the help of Google Trabslate, I started translating their French Rhythm Thief fic— ‘July the Fourteenth’— into English, but I didn’t get around to finishing it. My translating skills are nowhere near as good as BakApple’s!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I wrote a PL fic with called ‘If You Only Had Time’ with an awesome writer called Glowbug. It’s an AU (of course) where Rachel Bronev survives and she runs away from Targent with eight-year-old Emmy. Glowbug doesn’t seem to be active online anymore, which is a shame, but I don’t mind! I’m just glad we were able to write 6 chapters.

I don’t think I’d co-write any more fics now… but more for the co-writer’s sake than mine! I’m notoriously bad at updating long fics and I struggle to write under pressure or within a time limit. There’s a reason why I don’t enter Big Bang events, as much as I’d like too :’)

Writing fics is a hobby first and foremost. If I don’t feel like writing something, I’ll leave it and come back later, hopefully with renewed inspiration.

But I’m always happy to discuss fic outlines/ideas/characters’ with other people!

What's your all time favorite ship?

Apparently the ship I’ve written the most fics for is Janice/Melina on AO3?

There seems to be more content for them recently and that makes me SO HAPPY.

Ranhengela might be a close second favourite… Sometimes I literally forget both of these ships aren’t canon.

My favourite characters tend to be those who are so selfless and would sacrifice their lives for the ones they love— e.g. Janice and Henry— even if their significant other is presumed to be dead. I want these characters to be happy but I also want them to through ANGST.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don’t want to say Reset… but maybe Reset? I haven’t given up completely but I’ve lost a lot of confidence with this fic. What I wanted most out of this story was for Luke to bond with other characters aside from Layton— his parents, Arianna, Emmy, Flora etc.— and to give these characters a chance to shine. But I guess I realised I can do this without all the crazy plot twists and time travel mechanics… like in Ready Now, for example. Most of that fic is just Arianna bonding with Luke, Layton and the others, and it’s hopefully giving Flora her chance to shine too! I guess after giving Arianna her own chapter in Reset I just really wanted to write about her, haha.

What are your writing strengths?

Someone mentioned in a nice review that I often fuse canon with fanon? That’s usually just me poking fun at the series— like when Arianna’s mother asks about Flora’s age and her adoption status, Arianna and Tony just shrug at her comedically. Who knows, really? :’)

I’ll often just make two character sit in a room TALK about their feelings.

Dialogue is an easy one, but I like writing dialogue for characters and getting their voices down. (I will forever portray Dalston with his official Yorkshire accent— not the fake posh accent they gave him the the US version of Miracle Mask.)

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

I think it’s cool! …If it’s not used to mock another language— apart from English. Please make all the English jokes you want. I’ll probably agree with you and laugh at them.

I remember when I was re-reading Goblet of Fire and I cringed every time J. K. Rowling wrote about a character who wasn’t English.

I’ll occasionally throw French words or sayings into Rhythm Thief fics especially because that’s what they do in the game. It’s hilarious how Charlie has an English accent but then she’ll sprout a random French phrase.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Pokemon, but that short oneshot is long gone.

What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

I’m going to be boring and say Bonds Left Unbroken— an AU where Layton and Desmond both get adopted by the Laytons. I think I enjoyed the earlier chapters more, focussing on younger Desmond and Hershel, and especially their time in Stansbury. The later chapters don’t really branch out from canon that much, aside from the fact that Hershel and Desmond are on the same page during Azran Legacy.

I feel bad that I never got around to finishing the ‘bonus’ episodes, but it kind of just felt like the original series with Desmond phoned in :’) But I’m still proud of the original fic!

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* adapted from @librajiminn on twitter

A fun game to celebrate 2020 ending! The rules are simple: recommend your favorite OMGCP fics so everyone can enjoy them, while trying to fill in enough slots to get a bingo!

This is going to get long, so I’ll put it under a cut. Also, I’m too orderly to try to shoehorn my favorite fics into these particular prompts, so I’m just going to go right to left, top to bottom, taking the prompts literally, until it’s bedtime. 

1. first fic you bookmarked: “Here Comes the Sun” by @doggernaut, 19k, G, no warnings, Zimbits

For the past month, the man with the baby and the sad blue eyes has been stopping in for a cup of coffee an hour before closing. He always sits in an overstuffed chair in the corner and drinks his coffee while his baby sleeps next to him in the stroller. Sometimes he pulls a book out from the diaper bag he carries with him; other times he just stares straight ahead as if in a daze. He never asks for a refill, always respectfully gathers his things and leaves ten minutes before the shop officially closes. Eric desperately wants to ask him what his story is. 

My notes: I read Check Please over the course of two days in June of 2019. On the second day, right after catching up, I looked at @peppermintfeminist‘s AO3 bookmarks and found a fic by @doggernaut. Then I read just about everything @doggernaut had ever posted. It was glorious. This fic in particular is so cute. 

2. most recent fic you bookmarked: “Flight Check” by @edgarallanrose, 15k, E, no warnings (though there is a creepy/handsy guy at a club to watch out for), primarily Zimbits with most of the other popular pairings in the background

Flight attendant Eric “Bitty” Bittle has been working his way up at Samwell Airlines for the past four years, and his new promotion has provided him the opportunity to work with a brand-new crew. Unfortunately for Bitty, that crew includes an incredibly handsome but equally grumpy pilot, Captain Jack Zimmermann, who seems to want nothing to do with Bitty. Even worse, Jack refuses to eat any of Bitty's baked goods. Will Bitty be able to win the captain over? Or is there another reason Jack has been avoiding Bitty?

My notes: There are a lot of great things about this fic--Jack’s character arc, Lardo’s dialogue, that scene in Seattle--but the reason I bookmarked it is the scene where Bitty’s basically slut-shaming himself and Jack gently but firmly tells Bitty not to do that and that it was the creep’s fault. 

3. a fic that made you cry actual tears: “a little bit more” by @ivecarvedawoodenheart, 14k, T, no warnings, Holsom

“I just wanted,” he says, “a perfect day. With you. Because it’s our last day together and our last day being here as undergrads and we’re kissing the ice tonight, and the weather’s supposed to be beautiful, and you’re moving tomorrow and Holtzy I just — I don’t want to be missing you already.” Holster wipes his eyes before he even realizes he’s crying. Behind him, Ransom sighs. “One more day where everything’s the same,” he says, feeling around blindly for Rans’ fingers. He feels Rans nod as he laces their fingers together. “Yeah. Yeah, Rans. I’d like that a lot.” __________________________

Holsom after graduation and throughout the subsequent six months after Holster signs to an expansion team in Oregon, and realizes his feelings for Ransom too late. Holster's POV :) kinda angsty, but there's a happy ending :)

Inspired by shitty-check-please-aus: "Holster moves to Oregon while Ransom stays on the east coast. The time difference makes it difficult to talk and one day they wake up and realize they aren’t best bros anymore."

My notes: I almost never cry at fics. I searched “tears” in my fandom email account and only a handful of my fic comments came up, but Syd is a literal master of Holsom angst, always. 

4. longest fic you’ve read: “Like Real People Do” by @xiaq, 153k, M, No Warnings, Kent Parson x OC

Parson gestures with his spoon toward Hawke. “So am I allowed to ask about the service dog or is that not PC?”

“My medical history is more of a 3rd date conversation," Eli says.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because. No one sticks around afterward and I like to live in glorious denial for a short period beforehand.”

It comes out more self-deprecating than he intended.

Parson looks…thoughtful. “Well, does this count as one or two?

“Pardon?”

“This. Ice cream. I mean, technically it’s a second location, but still the same night. So is this one date or two?”

“One,” Eli says firmly. “If it’s happening within the same three-hour period.”

“You’re the expert,” Parson says, which, he’s really, really, not, but ok.

“So still two dates to go then?” Parson continues.

“I—what?”

“We’ve got a roadie coming up but then we’re home for almost two weeks. When does your semester start?”

“You want to do this again?” Eli asks.

Parson stops idly twirling his spoon.

“You don’t?”

He does, Eli realizes. He really does. Because apparently he actually likes Kent fucking Parson.

My notes: Okay, this fic has my whole entire heart. I’ve read it multiple times in its entirety, and it’s almost twice as long as the full-length novel I’m querying. Eli is one of my favorite OCs I’ve ever seen in a fic (probably tied with Damian Navarro and Ari Paxton, both brainchildren of @fozmeadows). Anyway, this is probably going to be the next thing @themeaningoflifeischeese and I read out loud to each other. 

5. a fic you almost didn’t read: “when all else fails (i’ll still be right here)” by @whoacanada, 6k, T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (and I don’t remember if I think there’s stuff to warn for, sorry), Zimbits

The National Hockey League is resurrecting the Quebec City Nordiques, and the expansion draft hits the Falconers much harder than expected.

My notes: Given that this was for @omgcpheartbreakfest, I was worried this would be all angst--all hurt and no comfort. Which made me sad, because I love @whoacanada‘s writing but I wasn’t up for reading unresolved angst. But @doggernaut reblogged the fic, so I asked if the ending was sad, and it’s NOT! There is quite a bit of angst but the ending isn’t sad. 

6. a fic that convinced you on a ship you didn’t ship before: “it drops with the gravity of rain” by @geniusorinsanity, 16k, T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (attempted sexual assault by an OC), Nurseydex

It happens like this:

“I don’t--this is a bad idea,” Dex says, his lips still tingling, his hands shaking on Nursey’s hips where he’s shoved him away. “This is a really bad idea, Nurse. I can’t--We can’t do this.”

And there’s hurt in Nursey’s eyes and his bottom lip is swollen from Dex’s teeth, but he says, “Okay.” And then, “It’s chill, Dex. Just friends, then.”

It happens like this:

“Actually,” Nursey says, talking more to his granola than to them, “I kind of have a date.”

It happens like this:

When Nursey calls, Dex almost doesn’t pick up the phone.

My notes: So I was really confused and a little disturbed when I first found out people shipped Nursey and Dex. Like, Dex just wasn’t someone I trusted. But then I was moving out of the house I’d been living in, and I needed stuff to listen to as I packed and cleaned, and @khashanakalashtar‘s podfics came in clutch. I gave this one a try even though I didn’t like Dex, and @geniusorinsanity blew. My. Mind.

7. a fic from an unusual POV: “Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy” by @porcupine-girl, 8k, G, no warnings, Zimbits

Jesse Snowden knows all the best restaurants and gourmet food shops in Providence, so when Jack Zimmermann starts bringing in incredible baked goods, he's eager to find out where the new bakery is. When he meets the man behind the pies, he decides that there's no way Jack could really appreciate this guy's talent the way he does, even if they are friends. He starts hiring Jack's chef on the side, in the hopes that maybe once Bitty's done with college he'll come work for Jesse.

Good thing there is absolutely no way whatsoever that Jesse could possibly be misinterpreting this situation.

My notes: Oh my gosh this is so funny. The secondhand embarrassment factor is huge, but like, the hilarity. 

8. a comfort fic: “Don’t Need to Compromise” by @khashanakalashtar, 11k, E, no warnings, PB&J

“Hey,” said Kent, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that would change his entire life, “you said that like you know from experience. Have you done this before?”

Jack and Bitty have not done polyamory before, but they do know Ransom and Holster’s polycule, which contains March.

And March?

March is trans.

My notes: I’m in love with @khashanakalashtar‘s entire Directionverse series (and honestly a lot of their other writing), but “Don’t Need to Compromise,” which is the second fic in the series, just makes my heart swell especially much. The gender feels are so good, and all the characters are so good to each other, and when I listen to this on walks I have to actively try not to arm-flap. 

9. a fic you wish could be a movie: “Ice Crew Please!” by @petals42, 61k, T, no warnings, Zimbits

Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.

He’s not, of course.

Enter the Ice Crew.

AKA: The Ice Crew AU

My notes: This fic has its tender moments, but what I love most about it is the sheer goofiness. Ransom and Holster and Shitty are HILARIOUS in this one. I’d love to see their shenanigans in movie form. 

10. a WIP you read as it was updated: “Something Borrowed” by @fozmeadows, 48k, M, no warnings, Kent x OC

All things considered, Ari did his best to prepare himself for the advent of Kent Parson, Potentially Difficult Housemate and New Star Liney. The problem was that his best was an idiot.

My notes: So technically I didn’t start reading this until the first 19 chapters were posted. But there was still plenty of anticipation for the final few chapters. And like, @fozmeadows (as mentioned above) makes EXCELLENT OCs. And I love how their fics consistently convey that having bad things happen to you does not mark the end of your story. 

Okay, it’s bedtime, so have 10 excellent fics. I got bingo twice, because I went straight across on the top two rows.

[ace-malarky]

WIP List Tag #1

@zmlorenz tagged me for this one! Thanks! (and actually! @wannabeauthorzofija tagged me for one that’s similar enough to this that I’m not gonna fill it out again, so here. All the WIPs (apart from the screenplays))

Rules: Share a list of all the stories you’re currently working on, regardless of whether or not you have introduced them to writeblr. 

so like currently working on is really only two, and I may be avoiding working on them by filling out tags, so... I’m apparently gonna run through all of them oops

(these summaries become actively less useful the further down we go)

ACTIVELY WRITING

Expect to Fly - wings, parallel worlds, choices to be made, no you can’t just hide

Dorks ‘n’ Disasters - dnd campaign! religious artefacts gone missing, cities at war with themselves, everyone’s getting sidetracked help they just want to build a travelling zoo (variously findable on my patreon and @dorksndisasters)

I KEEP MEANING TO PICK THIS UP AGAIN

Druid’s Sanctuary - tail end of the Roman invasion of Scotland! Druids! Life on a loch! One very sharp dagger!

VAGUELY PLOTTING

the whole superhero set - they come in twos to Magical Edinburgh, year after year, and find each other and the key to their problems all sort of wrapped up in one neat bastard man (also ft. minor villain redemption, side character time travel, fair folk fuckery, one straight character in a whole cast of queers) (is actually a trilogy and two three spin offs)

So the Bran Rhi Sings - Fair Folk shenanigans! daughter of the lost king has to find her father and herself before local archetypal villain fair solidifies her claim and steals everyone’s name (technically a trilogy)

The Lord Vampire’s Fall - technically-not-a-vampire has stolen his power and his years and his servants. They’re about to wreck his shit up with one carefully chosen victim heroine (the tragedy of being unable to keep it in his pants)

Forget to Fall - the life and loves of Karigan Fletcher in the wake of Expect to Fly. Very gay.

Ghost Wing - the parallel worlds are trying to merge, people are disappearing, and not only is it sort of Ifernia’s fault, she’s p much the only one that can fix it oops

FUCK THEY NEED EDITING

WereCreature Chronicles - people’ve been dragged into a new world and turned into werecreatures. some of them would like to go home, thanks.

Ryngern Shifter - the theocracy may have bitten off more than they could chew when they killed this girl’s parents in front of her and took her to be a thralled shifter.

Mute Herald - how one spy technically fails her mission by falling in love with a user of forbidden magic

Pirate’s Dancer - they’re pirates. she’s a dancer. can I make it any more vague. (she’s trying to get out of the archipelago to go to a Proper Dancer’s Guild, they’re... being opportunistic and maybe undermining the local pirate king bc he’s a prat)

ONE SCENE AND A RAD IDEA

The Master Dance - how one world’s humans worked out how to use magic (and also possibly had some of it stolen from them, idk yet)

Sacrifice - mages are mostly bad, shifters are downtrodden, this girl’s scared but that guy just killed her brother so fuck it it’s dragon time.

The End of Magic - the Alisier in angry beast mode

SoulSinger - Kaithr’s emo roadtrip with uneasy friends

Twisted Tale - the forest fights back? Someone tries to ride a deer through the city? Kaithr didn’t expect this when they tried to do something with their life again

Sky’s Necklace - thieves! lost history! one very tired immortal! returning magic to the world! One (1) pining queer!

Wyvern Caller - story tellers! journeying to get home after being kidnapped by a wyvern xie did technically summon to xir side! also vaguely post-apocalypse! or at least they all live in the ruins of their ancestor’s mistakes lmao

Wyvern Queen - the mistake the ancestors made

Finish What We Started - who says we can’t kill god with three harpies and a lot of spite?

Dichotomy - genderfluid noble child would just like to work out whomst tf is targeting their friends, thank

The Teacher - not-so-triumphant return to the school he used to teach at, angry feral demon in tow. some Fair Folk may be involved

gonna tag @surroundedbypearls, uhhhhh fuck idk man @fields-of-ink? @writingamongther0ses? who wants to do the thing

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Excerpt#5 from my JonGerry AU WiP

CN/TW: misunderstanding, relationship miscommunication, jealousy

By the time they left to pick up Martin, only five minutes later than planned, they were back to their playful banter. Laughing while walking through the evening air, feeling like teens when they had snuck out at night to talk for hours.

When they first met with Martin, he looked like he very strongly wanted to comment on their appearance, but nonetheless he kept quiet.

Only after they had arrived at the art show, Gerry walking off to find Gertrude after putting on his lanyard marking them as an assistant, Martin and Jon got a moment to themselves.

“You look stunning”, Martin finally mumbled. Gerry had done a good job, picking Jon’s outfit. He wore wide ‘Marlene’-pants, almost passing for an ankle-skirt. Combined with a blouse similar to the one Jon had worn on the party but floatier while patterned in a colourful paisley.

Smiling a bit flustered, Jon brushed his hair back,

“Thank you. You as well.” Before offering his hand and interlacing their fingers.

Gerry got his share of compliments from Sasha.

“Damn, I didn’t know you could look this classy”, she nudged his shoulder when they left the final briefing with Gertrude. Gerry barely stopped himself from scratching at their head. Jon had spend about half an hour, as soon as their hair was dry enough, to put it into a decent hairdo. What Gerry ended up with, was a crown braid. Obviously Jon had left the broad strands framing their face to fall loose, but a few centimetres back sat the rather thick braid atop Gerry’s head like a hair circlet. After putting the attention to that part of the style, Jon had simply continued the two halves of the crown braid as French braids. Positioning them to run along the back of Gerry’s head without really looking like they were one. Instead, after there was no more space to French braid, Jon had tucked just the tail ends underneath. The rest-length of the braids that would hang loose was pinned underneath the circlet in the back. In a way so it covered the entire back of Gerry’s head, from the nape up to the main braid.

Instead they fidgeted with one of the loose strands, smiling a bit sheepishly,

“I feel like that compliment goes to Jon, actually. He put the work in. And you don’t look half bad yourself. As always.” Sasha grinned them. Her dark skin did contrast nicely with the airy lime-green blouse she had donned for the night. The fabric shifting gently but extensively as she shrugged,

“Still, it’s you looking good in it. And now go, I know you don’t want to abandon your date.” Gently pushing him back to the area around the entrance, she turned towards the growing crowd of guests.

As Gerry made their way back to Martin and Jon, he got stopped twice with a question about the paintings on sale. Politely explaining he was the one with in-depth knowledge about the themes, art style and technique, the talks ended rather quickly. As per usual, people looking to buy art weren’t exactly interested in knowing the actual interpretation or any technical specifics about the paintings.

When they caught up with the two men again, the two were seemingly discussing a painting they stood in front of. Smirking, Gerry just waited, admittedly trying to listen in. For someone who had proclaimed to not know anything about art, Jon actually had a good feeling for what the painting was not only illustrating but also the subtler, more in-depth interpretation of it. When Martin continued to look doubtful, he made his entrance.

“If I may help the gentlemen. I’m here as the expert on the artist’s technique as well as how to interpret the works in regards to their individual themes”, he even threw in a slight bow for good measure.

After a slight shove from Jon, the evening continued more or less as anticipated. The two of them looked around, Gerry easily explained the paintings they asked them about.

It even lead to some more people approaching him, suddenly interested in more than just the looks of the art works.

After one such presentation of a painting, Gertrude approached them. Jon and Martin had wandered into the next part of the gallery, leaving Gerry to their task.

“I don’t know what you did, Delano, but we have already had more definite sales as we usually have this early into a gallery show. People didn’t just reserve specific works, they actually wanted to set up paperwork.” Gerry snorted,

“Apparently I should bring someone with more often. As soon as I was talking, people around us got interested and asked to have other paintings explained as well. Sure, almost nobody asked about technique anything, but the themes seem to make an impact.” Gertrude had to stretch, considering they wore 6 inch platform-heels, against her wishes, and pushed at 2 metres as it was. Still, she patted him on the shoulder,

“You’re good at what you do. And you knew how to sell yourself even before I got to refine that. This is exactly why I want you on these shows, once you get talking you draw people in.”

She drew her hand back to wag a finger at them,

“Don’t let that get to your head, though.”

Gerry made a face, trying his very best not to laugh,

“Trudie, if I remember correctly…”, they raised a hand placatingly,

“Of course, you handle the finance and management side of things, without you I never would have made it this far. But it’s still a fact that the both of us have been making good money for years now. I think”, he finally did grin,

“I am somewhat allowed to have a bit of an ego.” She huffed, lightly slapping their still raised hand out of the air. Shaking her head in exasperation, she put her hands on her hips,

“You are a nuisance, I stand by that. But, you are also worth more than the time and work I put out to build you up. I’m proud of you, Gerard… Gerry.” He blinked. This was far from the first time Gertrude openly praised them but it always was a rare and far in-between thing, elegantly framed by reprimands to not slack off.

“Now, don’t get all soft and emotional with me. The evening isn’t over!”

Jon and Martin had sat down on one of the padded benches. Just sitting together for a moment, taking in the art they were surrounded by. Martin was more interested in paintings and other forms of art, while Jon didn’t really care to know much about it. Or so he had thought. Tonight had proved him wrong, when Jon’s guess at several pieces’ interpretation had been confirmed by Gerry themself. It was nothing Gerry had praised him for, nothing Jon had gotten smug about. But it was something Martin had noticed as distinct nonetheless.

He tried to make the best of the evening with Jon while Gerry was occupied with their job. After all, Martin had wanted to take Jon to an art exhibit at the museum or something similar, so he wanted to not miss out on that. But for now they just sat together, chatting politely and lightly, not even particularly about the art.

It was nice, amiable.

Jon drew back his arm from around Martin, again reaching to interlace their fingers. The smile blooming on his face made Martin trail off, instead looking at Jon in adoration. Cautiously, as he was so attentive to always treat Jon, Martin lifted their hands. He was about to press a kiss to Jons fingers, when he noticed something.

“Huh”, leaning back, to instead inspect the fingers, he looked at Jon,

“Did something happen before you came here? Your nails are tinged.” Jon blinked, pulling his hand back to take a look for himself. Judging by the colour of it, he had a pretty tangible idea what had happened. Shaking his head, he was more laughing to himself about it, really. At Martin’s still questioning look, his giggle turned into a smile,

“Gerry felt the need to put semi-permanent purple over the black hair colour I helped him with.” Martin smiled, a bit reserved, still,

“Oh, so you helped them again?” Jon shook his head, feeling the heat creeping onto his cheeks to accompany his giddy smile with a blush. “No, well…”, he ducked his head,

“We showered together before we got ready.” Clasping his hands in his lap, he pressed his lips together, trying to suppress a new grin.

“Oh”, Martin sounded off, somehow,

“That’s nice. I guess.” Jon blinked, looking up at his boyfriend. His expression rapidly becoming quizzical, brows creasing,

“Is something wrong?”

“No”, Martin answered a bit too quickly,

“No, no. It’s fine. Of course there is nothing wrong”, he waved the idea away, huffing a bit,

“It’s fine, really, Jon.”

Jon slowly became concerned, Martin was definitely upset, despite denying it so insistently. But before he got another chance to ask, Martin’s gaze flickered up, over Jon’s shoulder. The man’s posture stiffening even more. Now actively listening for it, Jon heard Gerry’s heels drawing closer. When they came to a stop behind him, he didn’t turn, keeping his eyes on Martin.

He looked… bristly. Not exactly irritated, per se. But something was upsetting him in a way that made him withdraw. Clam up and shut Jon out.

“Looks like the night is drawing to a close”, Gerry began. Instead of sitting down like a sensible adult, he leaned forward, resting his arms on Jon’s shoulders, looking over his head.

“Are you ready to get going for that dinner we had planned?” Martin stood abruptly, distancing himself from where Gerry and Jon were. Clearing his throat, he took a deep breath,

“I… I think I should go”, his voice returning to its usual softness, tentativeness,

“I don’t want to… to intrude on your evening. A-any more, that is.” And without so much as a proper goodbye, he walked out on them.

After a moment, having stood up again, Gerry softly clicked his tongue,

“Okaaaaaay… what did I miss?” Jon sighed, shoulders slumping as he finally turned towards them,

“Same thing I don’t understand, apparently.”

[d20owlbear]

oh can you please share the grievances you have over twilight/ the vampires in it or what kind of research you did for your wip? how much blood would the cullens drink?

oh ur in for it now nonnie (thank you i love talking about my stupid lil research holes) 

 1) as we already kinda knew, the source material is... somewhat racist (please read the article here on how Twilight affected the Quileute tribe: https://studybreaks.com/thoughts/twilight-quileute-tribe/ and if you can donate anything to help them, this has been ongoing since 2017 to move to higher ground due to glacier's melting and moving the sea level up https://mthg.org/) 

(as a note, all my opinions here are opinions and I'm NOT pointing fingers or blame at anyone who likes the franchise and story, you're allowed to like what you want, just like, look at it critically) 

-- because of this a loooot of things are considered imperfections including but not limited to: scars and tattoos (cultural or otherwise). Both of these things are 'wiped out' or otherwise reversed by the process of being transformed.

 -- Now, i get scars to a degree, especially in the source material and the wild mistreatment all the vamp characters have gone through (at least of the Cullens/Olympic coven, + some others I'm sure, god is it fucking b l e a k) but that brings up the next point: 

 2) THE SCIENCE IS BAD, now i know what you're gonna say; you're gonna say "Jam, why do you care about the science? It's a *vampire* story! It's fantasy and supernatural, why the science?" because, my dear nonnie, i have standards. and those standards include obsessively researching every single rabbit hole that comes up. 

 Now, I *know* you shouldn't have to research everything ofc, that's fine, even in published fiction, whatever, it's *fine* but we’re talking about MY issues and i get to choose what they are. And it is a personal affront to me because TATTOOS ARE **NOT** SCARS, it's why they don't *heal* like scars do. Sure they get less vivid over time but they *bleed* and blur, they don't get smaller or disappear entirely! If your tattoo scars, it means it was done wrong!! 

(science time: tattoos keep their color because the needles pierce and mangle/kill the cells underneath while depositing ink—this is why tattoos *can* scarify if the wound is made big enough and it's why they're considered open wounds in the first place—and your macrophages (the thing that eats infection bits and things that don't belong in ur bloodstream and body, this is why you can't have the wrong kind of blood transfusion or it'll severely fuck you UP) eat the ruined skin cells in order to make room for new skin cells! EXCEPT it can't digest and get rid of ink! so, the new cells are created around these macrophages and *also* have the ink deposits. ink is however broken down by light and through sheer determination of your body over looooong periods of time, which is why you still gotta treat your tattoos nice) all of this just to say, wtf the tattoos should have BETTER staying power because the ink is no longer getting broken down by new macrophages and like, you're no longer vulnerable to UV or whatever through your skin. Common' StephMeyer you coulda had some real fucking hot tattoos in this world, some old school shit like Godric from True Blood. smdh 

 3) if you're still with me i applaud you cause here's another thing.. .why the FUCK do they kill every human and like animal they feed from??? OK, ok, like so, i get it, humans can only lose so much blood, animals too. (pls excuse my shitty math, i am NOT a math gay by all rights and i actively have friends whom i love that ruthlessly point out I forgot how to add things once. however, this is more or less right, the margin of error is gay just like me) 

 humans have: 4.5-6 L // 9-12 pints of blood lose to die: 4.5-6L // 4-6 pints?? of blood (this conversion killed me, no one tell me the right numbers if they're wrong) Generally, human stomachs have a volume about one liter, which is a little more than one quart (or 2 pints) tho it *can* expand to fit more none of the vampires are ever shown with or mentioned to have a distended stomach after feeding so we can assume that's not happening here. 

 "Hemorrhagic shock begins when you lose about 20 percent, or one-fifth, of your body’s blood or fluid supply. At this point, your heart isn’t able to pump sufficient amounts of blood through your body." (source) 

-- this being said there's more blood that a human can *technically* lose than a human sized stomach can generally fit into it. HOWEVER you will die unless seen to very quickly and before hemorrhagic shock sets in. In twilight saga canon it's pretty clear they Do Not Do This. So like, whatever, super wasteful deaths sure, fine. Keep the vampires unknown, whatever, you do you boyos. 

But also like... the Cullens straight up kill animals too, that's not *actually* what vegetarian means. BUT they don't necessarily ahve to, they apparently eat so messy that it's hard to tear any of them away from feeding and gorging themselves *every two fucking weeks*. They're wiping out the local herd of damn pigs and other big prey and/or predator animals, the fucking ecosystem is in shambles probably. that's right u heard me, 2 weeks which brings us to the next point: 

 4) they can only go 2 weeks, after *gorging* themselves full and killing an animal *EACH* until they ahve to do it all over again. holY SHIT THATS SO MUCH. that's so many dead people or animals, like that's over 100 animals and/or people a YEAR PER VAMPIRE needed to feed these people. And if they *don't* eat, their eyes turn black and they go just full fucking feral and kill someone anyway, possibly multiple someones. 

christ, just do the math, i'm not a math gay but Meyer isn't gay and has no excuse. i'm begging you, one damn thought about the implications of what you're writing, just once. (once again, you're allowed to like this, these are my personal issues with the source material and the "clearly heven't thought through the implications of what you've said" is my largest pet peeve ever ESP in stories and worldbuilding) 

 5) the powers are cool but have no consistency and is built to take advantage of. Which i will. to give my boy FANGS like he goddamn deserves in this godforsaken au/fusion. Finally, and not least, 

6) why the FUCK don't they have fangs this is a fucking vampire fic, it's a STAPLE for a monsterfucking reason damnit. 

 Anyway, dracula and gatsby are both public domain and i get to say how I'm writing them. Vladdy Drac is a bro and so is Jay Gatsby, Crowley's older than both of them in this, and they're all friends because he deserves nice things sometimes. Fuck it. 

 Look at it Meyer, you took a perfectly good gateway monster and turned it into a shiny de-powered superman human. terrible.

[prince-liest]

Author Interview

I saw @ta1k-less post this the other day and thought it looked really fun!

Fandoms: My Hero Academia, and also technically Avatar: the Last Airbender. I feel kinda bad about the latter because my ATLA works have gotten a lot of love, but I really don’t intend to write for ATLA again beyond maybe finishing one of my WIPs.

Where I post: On AO3 as Princeliest, though I usually crosspost a link here on Tumblr, too! I used to have an FFN account that I don’t use anymore, but I really love AO3.

Most popular one shot: Dishabille for BNHA, and the Ancient Art of Jerkbending for ATLA! ATLA is a really active fandom and I wrote Jerkbending for the ATLA Big Bang, so I’m not really surprised by that, but I really didn’t expect Dishabille to get traffic! It’s a pretty niche story!

Most popular multichapter fic: While Dish Duty technically has more hits, I think the Sword of Damocles is Swinging is more popular in the sense that I am apparently actually known for writing it. That’s really heartening - I poured a lot of heart into that story, and it was also my debut for getting into fic writing!

Favorite story written so far: This is a mean question. :( I love the Sword of Damocles is Swinging unabashedly, but I’m also in the middle of writing :X and it has ended up very close to my heart as well.

Fic I was nervous to post: I’m gonna cheat and mention a fic I will be posting in the future. It doesn’t have a title yet, but there’s a smarmy Jetko oneshot that’ll eventually see the light of day. I’m nervous about it because I don’t usually write shipping - the trash fire qualities of Jetko just won me over. Plus, they kiss in it. I just feel really weird writing romance! Especially with how many ‘I don’t usually-’ comments I’ve gotten on the past!Jetko allusions in my other two ATLA fics.

Do you outline?: Hell, yeah. Pages and pages. Thing of the essay outlines you had to do in high school. Now multiply by three.

Complete: 20! :D For various fandoms, but mostly My Hero Academia. I never thought I’d get this far, actually, and I’m still going strong! (Technically 22 complete, but shhh, that’s zine stuff that’ll be published eventually.)

In progress: :X is still a WIP (though almost done) and I have tragically abandoned and discontinued an old Percy Jackson fic from before the final book to Heroes of Olympus was even out. I’m honestly kind of tempted to workshop the hell out of it and see if I can ever finish it. Aside from that, I have 8 WIPs that I haven’t finished yet but will definitely be posted at some point.

Coming soon: The final chapter and epilogue of :X, the next installement of Shinsou’s Bad Days series (titled Cute), holiday gift fics, and some cool Hawks stuff depending on when I can post zine works! Plus some oneshots I’m either gonna post randomly or save for events.

Do I accept prompts?: Hell yeah! Absolutely zero commitment from me that I’ll write them, but I’ll at least chatter excitedly, and I’ve definitely written things in the past that gave me brainworms.

Upcoming works I’m most excited for: Cute!!! I’m so excited for Cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s going to be the third (and final, probably, though not the last of my Shinsou ideas) installment of Hitoshi Shinsou's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days, this time feat. Eri, and I am SO excited about it! I’m also really hyped for my ideas for a Shinsou and Aizawa fake dad-ing AU, feat. Shinsou & Todoroki trauma bonding.

Tagging: If you follow me and think this would be fun to do, please do it and tag me so I can read it! <3 (And if you love me, do it in an original post and not a reblog, haha.)