#ray's taxi wip

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for the tags @hyperions-light ❤️

I haven't done one of these for a while. Really, if you want to do this, then please do, and vice versa! (and tag me, if you want to. I'd like to see your answers).

Take note that I've been posting since 2017, so there are a few works up there!

1) How many works do you have on AO3? 85.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 791,018 words.

3) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Hmm, with smut or without? Actually, they are a mix (by kudos).

Dark like the North Blue Sea (aka The Sea-Hill you Die On) (350 kudos), Bioluminescent Hearts (323 kudos), Repossession (mind the tags!) 253 kudos, The sellout (mind the tags!) 237 kudos, the slut's dilemma 220 kudos (really, really, really, really mind the tags, please). I want to put a shout out for number 7: softening the fall of snow with 197 kudos. If I hadn't taken some of my fics off anon, that would be in the top 5.

4) What fandoms do you write for?

Only One Piece.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! Because I'm so grateful, and it can lead to friendships!

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

Haha, all of them, but they're angsty and then happy (except for the Hurt, NO comfort fics). Maybe softening the fall of snow. But it's still upbeat in its own way. Defects (Marco is immortal, his partners are not)

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Except for the Hurt no Comfort fics, I try to have a form of positive resolution. Maybe Repossession, or Bioluminescent Hearts, or screen / shiki-e. Doctor Death (Doula), despite its premise (actually, because of it). Overlooked and Underpaid is funny, I think, and Sea Hill too. Ooh, I love the ending of Welding (KidLaw)

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I have once or twice, but they were pretty confronting fics. However, they were tagged.

9) Do you write smut? I used to. Not so much any more, or when my mind leads me into darker recesses smut with a capital Dead Dove. However, I have written healthier smut, but yeah, not for a while.

10) Do you write crossovers?

I don't think so. Sometimes some kind of famous fictional world might fit a premise. For example, Taxi  is inspired by Jim Jarmusch's "Night on Earth", but it's not a crossover.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. I thought a fic had a very similar premise, but what in fanfic doesn't? I asked the writer directly and although our fics had similar premises, mine did not inspire theirs.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've been super lucky to have two of my fics translated into Vietnamese (maybe 3). screen / shiki-e by Dea_Fi screen / shiki-e (my original)

As fast as he could caper by Dea_Fi, As fast as he could caper (my original)

Những điều hư cấu by Dea_Fi (Nuts in a nutshell is the one shot collection's title); Fairy Tales - Law, Germa 66, Montblanc Noland (my original) I've also had two fabulous podcasts done too! [podfic] screen / shiki-e, [screen / shiki-e (my original) ]

[podfic] Overworked and Underpaid by Podfics by (zipcodecrone) , Overlooked and Underpaid (my original [I changed the name]).

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes! Last October (2024) I worked with @ninhaoma-ya, @cal-cium-the-nerd and @crowbarsolo on Sunk Cost Fallacy for the davyback fight run by @cyborg-franky

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship? close tie between LawBin and LawZo, I used to write MarLaw, and I'm still fond. I like SmoLaw and KidLawKid. LawSan's great too, but I haven't written them yet. I like Ray and Shakky, Aladine and Praline, Big Mom and Kaidou. Dunno, most ships are fine with me.

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

The last entry for the rare pair month from a few years ago (MarLaw. I have the idea).

16) What are your writing strengths?

I get the job done. Maybe keeping track of an idea.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Verbose, even with so few words.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I'm guessing this is the honorifics argument. Guess it depends how close you feel to the source material, and what the writer is trying to convey and why.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

One Piece. However, my sister and I did a word for word blow by blow rewrite of the Three Little Pigs when we were little.

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Maybe I'll do my favourite of last year spilling into this. Decomposers (LawZo), Welding (KidLaw), water fills the shape of the holder  (law/guilt), and it's actually pulled from a much older and longer piece, but Brontë's Ring (mind the tags). I think my all-time recent fave is still in zine jail.

[gatherinthebonegarden]

Tags are a work in progress…

(and so is this pinned post)

aardwolf bones. alpaca bones. anatomy. anteater bones. antlers. articulation. auk bones

baculum. badger bones. bear bones. beauchêne. beaver bones. bee. library. bird bones. bison bones. butterfly

camel bones. cat bones. cicada. coffin bone. collection. comparison. conjoined. cougar bones. cow bones. coyote bones. cryptotaxidermy.

dead. deer bones. diaphonization. dinosaur bones. dissection. dog bones. duck bones

feathers. fish bones. fisher bones. fossil. fox bones. frog bones

gila monster bones. giraffe bones. goat bones. goose bones

hamster bones. hare bones. heart. hedgehog bones. heron bones. hippopotamus bones. hog bones. horse bones. human bones. hyena bonesjackal bones

ivory

jackalope

lion bones (see cat bones). lizard bones. luna moth.

made of bone. marmot bones. mink bones. model. moose bones. moth. mouse bones. mummified. museum. mustelid.

narwhal bones.

otter bones. opossum bones. orca bones. owl bones. oxidation. oxidization.

pelt. pet. pet memorial. pigeon bones. platypus bones. porcupine bones. porpoise bones.

rabbit bones. raccoon bones. rat bones. remains. replica. rhinoceros bones. roadkill. rodent bones. rug.

scientific illustration. seahorse bones. seal bones. shed. sheep bones. shrew bones. skeleton. skull. skunk bones. soft mount. squirrel bones.

tanning. tarantula. taxi. teeth. thylacine bones. toad bones. tortoise bones. turtle bones. two headed. vole bones.

weasel bones. wet specimen. whale bones. wolf bones. wolverine bones.

x-ray.

*as a wip, there are are a lot of tags i haven’t entered here yet. try the animal name of your choice and add “bones”.

*there are a lots of place names and dates in the tags. try a year, a country, a city, a museum.

*there is no ai on this blog. any misinformation (for example, misidentified bones or artistic interpretations of animals in antique bestiaries) are the mistakes of humans, not machines.

*out of respect, the original tw/cw of op’s are in the tags. but please be aware, they are not my tagging system. if you wish to filter sensitive material on this blog, the tags to filter are “dead” and “remains”. i don’t post images that i perceive as gore for the sake of gore, but you and i may perceive these things differently.

*i do not support the sale or purchase of human or bat bones or parts. this blog does include museum/memorial/medical/historical/educational/antique/etc (human) and museum/antique/second hand/etc (bat) images. to filter this content use the tags “human” “human bones” “bat” “bat bones”

[jatp-spinsb]

Fic writer questions: 20, 23, and 32!

20. What's your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Posting! I love getting my fics to a point where I feel confident sharing them and then seeing people's responses.

23. What's your absolute favorite trope to write?

I answered this one previously, but what the hell, I'll give another answer. Allow me to absolutely expose myself and say that I love writing omegaverse AUs. So much angst potential, so much fluff potential. It lends itself so well to found family and hurt/comfort, both of which are my jam.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you've ever written. What fics do they come from?

I have. SO MANY WIPS. It's going to be impossible for me to find three lines that are literally my favorites of all time, so I'll just stick with three that I really like.

This is from "A Humble Abode," my longest fic on AO3. It's a Sanders Sides fic. I was going to stick with JATP since this is my JATP blog, but I love this line so much, I had to include it.

"Patton tapped Virgil on the cheek, and Virgil turned his head. “What’cha thinking about?” Patton asked.

Virgil smiled. “I’m home.”"

This is how the fic ends. The reason I love it so much is because one of the major conflicts of the fic is Virgil struggling to feel like he belongs anywhere, so for him to feel like he's home is a big deal. It's my favorite ending I've ever written.

The next one is from "I ain't saying that you need my help (but you don't have to do it all by yourself)," which is a compilation of hurt/comfort prompt fills, some of which are already on AO3. The premise of the quote is that, post-canon, Reggie discovers that Ray can see him and talk to him, so he starts lying his ass off about where he's from and what he's doing there.

"“How did she get you here from the airport?”

“Taxi?” They still had taxis in 2020, right?

Ray’s eyebrows pulled together. “You mean Uber?”

“What’s Uber?”

“You don’t know what Uber is?”

Was he supposed to know what Uber was? Reggie was well and truly panicking now. “We don’t have Uber in Canada.”"

I love "We don't have Uber in Canada," even though it takes a boatload of context to understand.

Finally, we have a line from my current favorite WIP, "Family Dinners." Picture if you will: Ray, alone in his bathroom, freaking out because it's been years since Rose died, and he's finally fallen in love with someone else.

"“Lo siento, mi amor,” he muttered, water dripping from his face and guilt dripping from his soul."

God, I love that line.

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

WIP Wednesday

Correspondence (Official Title)

Summary/Story So Far: HotchReid, slow burn, AU where Reid never joined the FBI, but got roped into consulting for the LA field office while working and teaching at CalTech. Hotch gets an email from a fellow agent, and they start to work on cases together - until they start talking on a regular basis. Regular becomes frequent, frequent becomes constant. 

Once they start dating, their relationship proceeds in waves of escalation and long stretches of amorous bliss. Where every major milestone (shifting from texting, to talking on the phone, to video chats that occur more and more often) has been taken right out of their hands, forced under dire, case-related circumstances. So they decide to make certain they can claim the final one for themselves, and -finally- begin to make plans on meeting... in person.

Official Posting Date: 04/03/2021

Masterpost

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (NSFW) (Part 5) (Part 6)

(Set in season 6-8, unbeta'd, still first draft)

((This is the chapter I'm currently writing, so it's half notes and half snippet, but it's one of my favorite scenes -- and the snippet is a tiny bit NSFW only in that its post-coital so they are sans clothes))

(So ironically my final 'snippet' still only happens at most 2/3 of the way through the fic. But Hotch and Spencer have been virtually dating for a long time by now. So long that they interchange phone calls and texts and video calls as if they've never known anything else. (I'm talking like going on a year by this point) But they can never seem to grasp that perfect moment where they get to meet. Always ships passing in the night.

One such instance, is when Hotch is on a case somewhere in Texas, and Spencer has been asked fill in last minute as a guest lecturer. In Georgetown. The first time ever that he will have been in D.C. since he’s met Hotch, and the man is on a case that has no end in sight. So they miss each other, again, ships in the fucking night.

But Spencer hadn’t been too excited about the trip anyway -- he hates hotels, complains that it's so overstimulating with the noise and the rough sheets and he really doesn’t want to go, and the department is twisting his arm on the subject. 

So as he relays all this in one of their nightly phone calls, Hotch interrupts him and tells him to just... stay at his place. While he's not there. There's food in the fridge, a much comfier bed, his neighbors aren't noisy and he's near Georgetown, and there's shelves of books in his office just collecting dust. There's no possible way he will get to finish the case before Spencer leaves, but he tells him to just... stay there. Sleep in his bed. Live in his space. And Spencer does. 

And he is so surrounded by Hotch without ever having met him and I realized I'm just... introducing them to each other sense by sense, and this one can be the sense of smell because Spencer will sleep in his bed and steal his sweaters and learn his way around Aaron's home and feel like he's there. Just out of reach.

It’s this same phone call that they finally make plans to have Spencer fly out when the BAU has a black week, because they are not letting another case take something as monumental as that away from them.)

((They will also totally have video call sex with Spencer spread out on Hotch’s bed.))

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Aaron is obsessed with the way Spencer looks against the wrecked tangle of his bedsheets, loves the shape of him there as they look at each other through the video call after and keep it all going. Like pillow talk. 

“I wish I was there.”

“I wish you were, too,” Spencer will sigh, eyes slipped closed and breath heavy as he’s still spent from their activities. He will hum slightly, all flushed skin and the parts Aaron has never seen just out of view of the camera angle. His breath catching at just how… gorgeous Spencer is, and it steals his heart all over again. “Five weeks, two days, thirteen hours, five minutes, forty-eight seconds.”

Aaron smiles slow and bemused, already doing the math in his own head. 

“Is that when you land?” 

“No,” Spencer smiles lazily, still on his side with his curls mussed against the sheets and Aaron’s pillows and it seizes his heart tight. “Calculating airtime, taxi on the runway, how fast I can walk and if I remember the layout of the airport correctly -- which I do --” Aaron laughs at his tone and Spencer grins back and it’s like the first rays of the sun. Warm and light and golden bright. “And if… you meet me at the baggage claim. Then, it’s the exact amount of time until I’m kissing you in the airport.” 

(tbc...)

[seductresses-temple]

Holding On

I know I’m late but I had a wicked migraine last night. Yesterday was @quicksilvermaid’s birthday and I wanted to write something for them because they have been such a good friend these past few months letting me talk their ear off about Drarry shit and all my WIPs. So, this one is for you, hunny! I hope you like it and I hope you had a fantastic birthday!

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Harry swirled his scotch around in his glass, watching the amber liquid slosh up the sides. It was some Muggle brand he was unfamiliar with that tasted like shite; but he felt like shite so what did it matter? He took a long swig of it, wincing at the taste, the burn, but relishing in it all the same. It seemed to be the only thing able to cut through the heavy, wet, suffocating blanket consuming him more and more as the seconds ticked past.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Harry felt slender arms wrap around his waist and a pointy chin on his shoulder. He leaned back against Draco a little but said nothing otherwise.

“Love, come home,” Draco was pleading with him. Maybe if Harry were sober he’d make a joke about how Malfoys didn’t beg or plead or do anything other than force people into giving them what they wanted. Harry, however, was positively off his arse.

“This is no way to spend your birthday, love. Please, come home, I’m officially begging you to come home, Harry.” As if to get the point across, Draco spun Harry around slowly and the sight Harry was met with made his stomach clench. Draco’s face was red and splotchy, his grey eyes dark and dull, the whites of his eyes bloodshot. He’d been crying. Outside of his nightmares, Harry couldn’t think of the last time he’d seen Draco cry.

“Shite,” Harry whispered, pulling Draco into his arms more tightly than he meant to and inhaling a deep whiff of citrus.

“Come home, Harry,” Draco repeated, mumbling into Harry’s thick mass of raven hair. His bony fingers were clutches tightly to the back of Harry’s jacket.

“Okay,” Harry said simply, a small beam of consciousness trying to worm its way through the alcohol. He hated seeing Draco cry. Draco didn’t cry and it broke some special piece of him to know Draco had been crying over him. Draco was crying because he was hurting and it made him appreciate his boyfriend all the more.

“Take me home, love,” he whispered against Draco’s neck, letting the citrus smell that was uniquely Draco flood his senses and give him something to latch onto, something to keep him in the present.

Nodding, Draco pulled back and stood alert as Harry wobbled to his feet. Once he was standing, Draco snaked an arm around Harry’s waist and led him outside, They caught a taxi home. Neither one of them spoke in the stillness of the car, both of them preferring to listen to the cabbie ramble as they both made noncommittal noises to keep him talking. Once they arrived home, Draco led Harry to their bedroom and tenderly helped him into bed, smiling sadly at him.

“I’m an arse,” Harry mumbled face down into his pillow. “You just wanted to do something nice for my birthday and I had to go running…” he sighed, flopping around like a carp out of water until he was lying on his back, gazing up at Draco.

“It’s alright, love,” Draco brushed a few strands of hair away from his lover’s face, smiling that odd little half smile he did when Harry knew things were far from ‘alright.’

“I prolly scared you half to dea-“ Harry froze, clamping his mouth shut.

“Shh,” Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry’s forehead “let’s go to bed, love. We can talk in the morning. Everything will be a little bit better in the morning.”

Harry nodded, opening his arms and trying to suppress tears when Draco fell into him so readily, so effortlessly. They both fell into a hard, deep sleep, with Harry clutching to Draco like a life preserver.

Neither of them had anticipated just how badly Harry’s 21st birthday would go. He was officially the same age as when his parents died and it filled him with so many emotions that he felt as though he’d drown in them. Harry didn’t know what he would have done if Draco hadn’t found him, talked sense into him, brought him home. Some days, Harry didn’t know what he would do without Draco, period. He truly was his life preserver some days, keeping him afloat in the maelstrom of emotions and regrets and nightmares that bombarded him even years after the war. He’d lost so many. He’d done so many many things wrong he wished he could change. But he couldn’t change the past. It was something his Mind Healer kept stressing. Harry could only affect the present and that meant holding onto Draco tightly in all the moments he wanted to push him away. Affecting the future meant learning he was worthy of all the love Draco had to give him. Harry wanted to savor it.

So he held on. He held on for the entire night until the first rays of light touched their faces. And when he woke up, he told Draco just how much he loved him. Again, and again, and again...because love, is the greatest weapon against anything.