#sherlolly wip

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[writingwife-83]

IT IS COMPLETE!! 😝

I did it, guys! And I’m excited! This fic is officially complete after a year and half. 🫣 I just posted the final chapter so please go read at the link below. I hope you all enjoy the way I ended up finishing it. I ramble more in the authors notes so feel free to read that too if you have the patience lol. Thanks again for any who have been reading, commenting, etc all along! ❤️

A Noble Cause, ch 14- Epilogue

[theresawritesstuff]

Had a Sherlolly au idea that I unfortunately don't have time to do justice right now so I'll put it out there for anyone who's wanting a comedically spooky idea. Maybe I'll play with it someday too.

Idea: Molly is a medium who talks to the ghosts of her "patients" and helps them to move on. It's been easy enough to keep a secret since she normally works alone. That is until a certain detective keeps showing up in her morgue.

Worst yet her patients are starting to try to play matchmaker

[mizjoely]

I finally completed a WiP! The last chapter of "The Golddigger and the Gigolo" has been posted for your reading enjoyment. (Unbetaed and likely riddled with mistakes, lol!)

[wipbigbang]

WIP BIG BANG SIGN-UPS ARE LIVE!

The 2024 round of WIP Big Bang is now open for sign-ups! Any fandom is welcome, as long as the fic is 500 completed so far and will be at least 7,500 words upon its finishing. Signing up is easy: just fill out the form linked below after you read the FAQ and take a look at the schedule.

[mityep]

Sherlolly family Wip

[mizjoely]

The irony of having suffered the same fate as Gregory was certainly not lost on her; she could only hope that he had fallen into hands as kind as those into which she currently found herself.

It's a terrible sentence. It's a sentence I'll be messing with. But for now, it stands as the last sentence I wrote for a WiP.

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by the effervescent @jomiddlemarch

This is, quite literally, the last line I wrote for a WIP. It is the most random POS and is utterly amazing without context

Hoping that you twist my bedsheets, actually.

Tagging anyone who is as proud of their last line as I am 😄

[superlc529]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @esmealux ❤️❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 29 works on AO3. I've been working on a new Lucifer fic for the past 2 years on and off (mostly off) and that'll be my 30th on the site. However, I do have 63 works on ff.net (29 of them are the same) from various fandoms.

What's your total AO3 word count? As of right now, I have a word count of 179,925 words on AO3. I know that total is sometimes some writers' word count for a single fic. ;)

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, it's mainly Lucifer (and Supernatural). I've been writing fanfics since I was a sophomore in high school. On ff.net I have written for (in no particular order): Bewitched, The Big Bang Theory, Castle, Doctor Who, Forever, Heroes, Jimmy Neutron, Lucifer, Smallville, Supernatural, Timeless, and Will & Grace.

Top five fics by kudos:

The More Things Change... (Lucifer): 1,090 kudos

Been Down This Road Before (Supernatural): 621 kudos

A Unique Guilt Trip (Lucifer): 548 kudos

Trick-Or-Treating Revelations (Lucifer): 543 kudos

Thanks For Listening (Lucifer): 449 kudos

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to every comment if I can... at least on AO3.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't actually write angsty endings. All my fics have happy endings actually. ❤️

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, wow. Since all my fics have happy endings, it's hard to choose just one... for the ones I wrote over a decade ago, honestly, I can't remember... LOL. Read them if you so choose and pick your own. ;)

Do you get hate on fics?

I would get hate on fics on ff.net but thankfully (not so far) on AO3. When I first started writing fanfics, I interpreted some helpful advice AS hate, but it really wasn't. Thankfully the response is mostly positive on my writing. Sometimes I'll still get some "hate" on ff.net, but I still feel an obligation to post there for consistency since I cross-posted since getting an AO3 account.

Do you write smut?

No. (But I read it).

Craziest crossover:

The only crossover I have written was a Castle & Forever crossover that can be found on ff.net and AO3 called Ties That Bind.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think somebody wanted to translate one of my older Smallville fics back in the day. Honestly, I can't remember which one or if it came to fruition.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not to my memory, but I used to beta all the time for Smallville. And I was a "consultant" on a fanfic on AO3 from a friend for a Forever and Quantum Leap crossover fic. Plus, I bounce ideas off with fandom friends in the Lucifer fanfiction world. ❤️

All time favorite ship?

Uhhhhhhhhhh... I can't say an all-time favorite ship because I love all of my ships equally. But I'll settle for my top two: Clois (Clark Kent and Lois Lane) and Deckerstar (Chloe Decker and Lucifer Morningstar).

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I've had a WIP for Sherlock/Sherlolly in my documents for quite a few years. It's a time travel one where Sherlock from post S4 gets sent back to the time between the end of S1 & beginning of S2. I don't think that one is ever gonna be finished to be honest. I never post fics until they're finished anyway, so at least there won't be anybody disappointed. ;)

What are your writing strengths?

I try to pride myself on the characters being written in-character - where the reader can actually picture the actor's expressions, mannerisms, etc - like they're watching an episode. Dialogue is definitely where I excel.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I really suck at descriptions. I'm not gonna lie. I have tried to work on setting the scene and character movements, etc but I still struggle with those factors.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm not really great at it. If the character is known to say words or phrases in another language, I might write it in a few times, but nothing that needs a long translation.

First fandom you wrote in?

Jimmy Neutron (on ff.net) when I was about 16 years old.

Favorite fic you've written?

I have a few, but honestly I'm more proud of my Lucifer stories and my one Supernatural story, so I'd have to go with a tie between my first ever Lucifer fic: The More Things Change... and my Supernatural fic: Been Down This Road Before. And right now the Lucifer fic I've been working on for 2 years is quickly becoming a favorite too. LOL. We'll see if people like it once I've finished it and started posting. ❤️

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Tagging a few of my fandom friends: @my-crazy-awesome-sox, @mightbeawriter, @wendeckerstart, @kaykat666, @thewollfgang and anyone else who wants to or feels inclined to do it! And to those that I tagged, please don't feel obliged to do it. Love oo!! ❤️

[avidbeader]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @eghfeithrean for this one. Many of my WIPs are published, so a lot of these are actual titles. And there's a LOT of them.

Sheith Fairy Tale Bang

Severance (Sheith, Shiro Saves Keith Week 2023)

Give Me a Sign (Sheith as teachers AU)

Frathouse AU (Sheith)

Misunderstanding (Sheith)

The Legion of Paladins (Sheith, Sheithlentines 2022)

Going My Way? (Sheith meet-cute)

The Icarists (Sheith)

Skydancer (VLD)

QB 17 (Sheith, Quintessential Bond chapter)

Shiro Clones (started gen but may be Sheith)

Ectype (Sheith)

Hey Sweetheart Ideas (for next year's @ficwip event)

Call Against the Tide (Sheith)

Touch Bracelets (Sheith)

Rescue (Sheith)

Wedding Series 4 (Sheith)

When a Wish Comes True (Sheith, Shiro's birthday idea)

Two to Three to Two (Koliveith, Kolisheith, Sheith)

Time Travel (Sheith)

Captive Prince AU (Sheith, not really Captive Prince)

Sense8 AU (VLD)

Lab Results (Sheith)

Lotor Fix-it

The Ring (Sheith)

Olympics AU (Sheith, hopefully co-writing with @lionescence one day)

Kosmo (Sheith)

Allura (Sheith & Allurance)

Mistaken Identity (Sheith)

Ted Lasso 10 years on

Regrouping (Sense8)

Gathering Information (Sense8)

Perils 34 (Harry Potter)

Sherlolly Hogwarts AU (Sherlock, Sherlolly)

Threads (Sherlock, Sherlolly)

mollys ring (Sherlock, Sherlolly)

snowbound (Sherlock, Sherlolly)

lost and found (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries)

nightmares (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries)

Suffragette Planet (Doctor Who)

9thdocTWOTcrossover (Doctor Who)

wayofthings (Doctor Who)

mistakenidentity (Doctor Who)

Twelve Clara Rose TenToo There's too many to tag others - play if you want to!

[writingwife-83]

Say less, friend, I gotchu 🙌🏻 …

Good

Sherlock blinked, realizing that 221B was gradually filling with sunlight. He could have sworn it was pitch black and he’d only just shut his eyes for a moment.

His next realization was the weight against his chest.

Molly.

He began to panic a little. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not yet at least. There was still so much he was working on, so many things that needed to improve. He wasn’t ready for her… for them.

But last night had been difficult for him, and of course Molly could tell. She knew he was struggling to stay away from old habits, and without truly spelling it out she refused to leave him alone. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to tell her he was fine. She knew he wasn’t.

He tried to figure out a way to remove himself from the sofa without waking or disturbing her, but it seemed genuinely impossible. And with the way she was laying partly on his chest, it wasn’t surprising that she soon began to stir as well.

Probably disturbed by the violent thumping of his heart, he thought with an internal groan.

“Hi,” she croaked, glancing up at him. “Sorry, I fell asleep.”

“Don’t apologize. I don’t mind,” he returned, his voice equally rough. “Not that I want- that is, I hope you don’t think I’m trying to… you know what I mean.”

Molly blinked, still sleepily. “Do I?”

Sherlock gulped. “You know how I feel, Molly.”

She gave him a soft smile.

“But I know that I’m not good enough for you, not yet.”

Her soft expression shifted and scrunched up as she lifted herself onto her elbow to look him in the eyes more directly. “What did you just say?”

“I said I’m not-“

“Oh no, I heard you. I just can’t believe you’re saying it. Look, I can respect the fact that you want to take time to work on yourself. I think that’s wonderful, and I’d never want to get in the way of that focus. But if I ever thought that you had some sort of standard you were reaching for in order to please me!” She shook her head in dismay.

Sherlock sighed. “It’s not just for you, it’s for me of course. But Molly, think about it. I have some of the most intense childhood trauma imaginable, which has been repressed for most of my life, which I’m going to be in therapy to deal with for who knows how long. I’m a recovering drug addict which requires frequent professional and personal support and has already included two relapses in the past nine months. Add to that the fact that I’m just generally self centered and struggle to think about the needs and feelings of others. I’ve yet to find an outpatient program for that one! I don’t want that for you, any of it. But maybe someday it’ll be different, and I’ll be-“

“What? Good enough?”

His lips clamped shut, as she had indeed effectively finished his thought.

Molly shook her head again, lifting her hand to brush her fingers against his jawline. “You’re right, you’re not good enough. And you never will be either,” she said softly. “Because you’re just good. You’re already a good man, Sherlock. Your biggest problem now is that you can’t see it. But if you need someone to show you and make sure you don’t forget it, I think I’m up to the task. I’d like to take that job.”

Sherlock tried to smile but he found that his lips wobbled in a way that made his brow crinkle. “Molly?”

“Hm?” Her fingers continued rhythmically caressing his face.

“You’re hired… but can you start right away?”

Grinning, Molly nestled her head back down against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “Yes, but we’d better go over the benefits.”

I need a fic with Molly in Sherlock’s arms on the sofa at 221b caressing his face and telling him that he is a good man and Sherlock is speechless and emotional and uncomfortable. Context does not matter. I just miss them LOL

[musicprincess1990]

Happy Sherlolly Appreciation Week!

For Day 1, I’ve decided to go with a Cinderella AU. It’s kind of lightly based on it, and without the magical elements (I’m just not good at fantasy), but you get the gist. It was really hard to keep this to a one-shot, I really wanted to expand on it, but I've already got one WIP right now, so… yeah. Anyway, enjoy!

~*~

The Dream That You Wish

Sometimes Molly dreams of leaving this place, of packing her precious few belongings and stealing away in the dead of night. Sometimes, in those dreams, she meets a handsome stranger who promises to love and protect her, as she has never been loved or protected before. Sometimes she can almost make out the features on his face… almost… and even without a clear vision of that face, she knows—she just knows—he is the most beautiful man that ever was seen.

Then she wakes up.

There is no handsome stranger. There is no leaving this place.

She is trapped.

A bell rings incessantly in her ear, rousing her from her dreams, and reminding her of who she is. Molly yawns and stretches as she pulls herself into a seated position, brushing the ash and soot from her skin and clothes as best she can. The nights have grown too cold to make the journey up to the dismal attic, so she has taken to sleeping in front of the fire in the kitchen. Her stepmother and stepsisters mock her dirty and dishevelled appearance, but have never ordered her to go back to sleeping in the attic, not out of any charity or sympathy, rather the simple fact that it means their breakfast arrives more quickly.

Molly dampens a cloth and scrubs at her face and hands, then sets about making tea and toast. The bell rings again and again, soon accompanied by shrill cries from above stairs. Molly works as swiftly as she is able, until finally, she leaves the kitchen with three trays. She has mastered this precarious balancing act, and has not dropped a single teacup in over two years.

With measured steps, she climbs her way up to the first floor, then sets two of the trays down on the table in the hall, placed and decorated intentionally for this purpose. Still holding the third tray, she first knocks on her stepmother’s door.

“Come,” her imperious voice calls.

Molly twists the knob and enters, keeping her head bent in submission. “Good morning, my lady.”

Lady Elizabeth Smallwood does not return the greeting. “On the table, girl,” she orders, gesturing to the bedside table in question. Molly gently places the tray, then pours the tea, holding the cup toward her with the handle facing her stepmother, thus eliminating any chance of physical contact. Lady Smallwood takes a sip of the tea and grimaces. “How many times must I tell you? I want three lumps of sugar.”

“I-I did give you three,” Molly says timidly, and immediately she regrets it.

Her stepmother stills, then turns her furious gaze on Molly. “What did you say?” she seethes.

Molly swallows thickly. “I’ll go fetch the sugar,” she whispers, turning to do just that.

“Never mind,” Lady Smallwood snaps, stopping her in her place. “There isn’t time. You must wake your stepsisters, they have much to do to prepare for this evening.”

The ball, Molly reminds herself. Not that she had forgotten. Since the moment the invitation came to them, it has been the dominant topic of conversation, and she has spent every day over the past two weeks either mending gowns or shopping for jewellery. Molly ignores the bitter resentment festering in her heart, knowing that the money going toward baubles and lace will be coming out of her wages, and they’re a pittance already. But she keeps silent on the subject, for one simple reason.

She is invited, too.

To the surprise of all, and the delight of many, the Crown Prince requested to extend the invitation to all eligible ladies of the kingdom, not just the nobility. Women of all stations will be able to attend, and will have the chance to meet His Royal Highness. The reason for this unforeseen break from tradition is quite clear: the King and Queen are all but desperate to marry off their son and heir. Molly has never seen the Prince her life, but she has heard he is remarkably handsome, and as such, she can guess that the cause for his unmarried state lies beneath the surface. He must be an unbearable snob.

Or, she thinks with a smile, his interests lie elsewhere.

“What are you smirking at?”

Molly quickly schools her features as she answers her stepmother. “Forgive me, my lady. I became lost in thought.”

“Useless chit,” she growls. “Go and wake your stepsisters. Now.”

She wastes no time in doing just that, stepping out into the hall and picking up a tray as she approaches the next door. Irene is already awake and gazing at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, and she barely acknowledges Molly as she pours her tea, for which Molly is most grateful. Irene has always loved to insult her, and has made something of an art of it, finding the most clever and cruel ways to do so. Molly quietly retreats, leaving Irene to her self-admiration, and moved on to Janine’s room.

Janine is far less cruel to Molly, though still not exactly kind. After a lifetime of being second-best to her older, more beautiful sister, it’s no surprise. She is very pretty in her own right, but not the ethereal and enigmatic paragon of beauty that Irene is, and she has the added disadvantage of being less elegant and more brash. Lady Smallwood has often berated her youngest daughter for her “poor decorum,” while praising Irene’s effortless grace.

Molly sets Janine’s tray on her bedside table, then gently taps her shoulder. “Janine,” she murmurs, “I have tea and toast for you.”

“Mmmf,” is her stepsister’s groggy reply.

“The ball is this evening,” she tries again. “Tonight, you will meet the prince.”

“Sod the prince,” she grumbles.

Molly smiles to herself, then employs one final tactic. “You would rather Irene have him all to herself?”

Janine raises her head to glower at Molly. “Over my dead body.”

“Then, up,” Molly urges her.

After a few more seconds of scowling, Janine sighs and relents, taking the toast and munching quietly, while Molly pours tea into her cup. “You are lucky you don’t have to go to this dreadful ball, Molly,” she complains.

Molly says nothing as she hands the now-filled cup to Janine. Neither of them speak again, and Molly slips quietly out of the room. Instead of returning to the kitchen, however, she tiptoes her way up to the attic. She shivers against the chill, but perseveres until she reaches her room.

There, on a mannequin borrowed from the seamstress in town, is her mother’s favourite dress. Made of forget-me-not blue silk, it is the most precious item in her possession. She saw her mother wear it only once, at a Christmas party when she was very small, and Molly had believed her to be a princess. It’s still in fine condition, though the silhouette is perhaps a bit outdated, but near enough to the style of the day that Molly doubts anyone will notice. Besides, there will be other ladies in attendance who will no doubt dress similarly, as few servants can afford the latest fashions.

Molly spends the day carrying out her chores and helping her stepsisters and stepmother prepare for the ball. By nightfall, all three are dressed and coiffed to perfection, and all three leave without so much as a thank you. And the moment their carriage s out of sight, Molly races up to her room and closes the door, locking it for good measure.

Tonight, she is her own fairy godmother. Tonight, she will become someone else.

~*~

Sherlock barely suppresses a groan as yet another young lady rushes forward to meet him. His idea to allow the lower classes to attend seemed an excellent one at the time, but he now realizes he has nearly doubled the amount of time he must spend making their acquaintance. After a full hour of meeting prospective brides, he deeply regrets it, and prays for an end to his misery.

The entire thing is a farce. His parents have told him all his life that he should marry for love, and yet they insist on this ridiculous ball. “You simply haven’t met the right woman,” his mother said to him the day she and his father announced the ball. Sherlock argued the point until his breath ran out, but they did not concede, and he was forced to agree. He included the stipulation that all young ladies be given the chance to attend, hoping they would be too scandalized to continue, but instead they applauded his decision, reasoning that a humble girl might offer sounder advice and greater perspective in the future. (He agrees, but God forbid he actually admit that in front of his parents.)

Marriage is something he does not want… as is the Crown. His brother’s abdication came as a shock to all, and Sherlock resents him still for laying the mantle on him. He is trapped, forced to abandon all his academic pursuits for the sake of ruling the nation and siring heirs.

Damn you, Mycroft, he curses in his head.

Time goes by, more and more young ladies come forward, but eventually the end of the queue is in sight, a light at the end of this tunnel of tedium. He will have to dance with at least a few of them, and has already determined one of them, a young woman who seems even less happy to be here than he is, which he had not thought possible. He has also deduced that her real motive for attending was not to meet him, but to infuriate her sister, a sly and suspicious beauty he distrusted immediately.

Then, just as he reaches the last lady in the queue, the doors open again, and all eyes turn toward the late arrival. Sherlock stops… stares… and for a moment, forgets how to breathe. His mind has gone quite blank, all his attention on this mysterious young woman. She is small and thin, almost too thin, and clad in a blue silk gown that is slightly out of fashion, but fits her like a glove. Her chestnut hair is twisted into an intricate knot and adorned with pearls. She does not have the same fine and elegant features as many of the other ladies present, but her soft, elfin features are, in his eyes, utterly exquisite.

Without having made a conscious decision to do so, he crosses the room, his eyes locked on her. She is surprised when she sees him, and goes completely still, her pink lips parting on a gasp. Sherlock slows as he comes within arm’s reach, never releasing her wide brown eyes. “It’s you,” she whispers.

Curious. “Is it?” he asks.

She seems to snap out of a trance, and dips into a low curtsy. “Forgive me, Your Highness.”

Now, that just won’t do. Sherlock reaches out a hand and tucks it under her chin, gently raising her head first, then urging her to stand again. Those impossibly large eyes land on his again, and he feels warmth spread from his head to his toes. “What is your name?”

She swallows nervously before she answers, “Molly Hooper.”

It’s certainly not the name of any prominence, she is among the lower class, likely a servant. He likes her all the more for it.

“Will you dance with me, Molly Hooper?”

Her mouth falls open. “Me?”

“You,” he confirms.

Molly’s eyes dart over to a spot slightly to the right of his face, and part of him wants to look over his shoulder and see what has caught her attention, but the greater part of him refuses to take his eyes off her. He has the strangest notion that if he does, she will vanish in a puff of smoke, and he’ll never see her again. And that is simply not a risk he is willing to take. Whatever it is, she seems to draw strength from it, and when her eyes return to his, she nods and smiles.

He has never felt more blessed.

~*~

Mere days later, the news of the Prince’s engagement spreads throughout the country. Those who were present at the ball are not surprised at the identity of his chosen bride, having witnessed their first meeting. Some hear the news with delight, some with apathy, and some with anger and bitterness. But no one, not even those angry few, can deny the love between them.

Molly smiles up at her husband, no longer the stranger from her dreams, but warm and real and every bit as wonderful as she knew he would be.

[writingwife-83]

Welp, I officially missed my time zone’s deadline for the one shot for day 5 of sherlolly week that I had planned. But I am working on it and it’s mostly done. So hopefully I’ll end up having it done tomorrow and just posting it a day late.

[theresawritesstuff]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @wonderlandleighleigh ❤️

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 19

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? As of right now 270,105

3. what fandoms do you write for? So far Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, BBC Sherlock, Beauty and the Beast, and a little bit for Gilmore Girls but I'm open to others if the inspiration strikes. I had an idea for a Only Murders in the Building fic at one point but I haven't gotten around to it yet.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Guess Who's Coming to Yom Kippur

Reflected Through Time 

When the Villains Fall

My Sherlolly one shots collection 

Saving Lenny Bruce

5. do you respond to comments?

Almost always! I love comments and engaging with readers. Comments bring me so much joy. It still blows my mind sometimes that people actually read the silly things I put out there.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

Probably When the Villains Fall? It wasn't exactly a sad ending but it wasn't overly happy either.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics end pretty happily (although more of them are still WIPs than not 😅) A Love Most Improbable was sunshine and rainbows amounts of happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I have gotten any hate yet. Hopefully it stays that way.

I dunno the fandoms/ships I've written for so far have been pretty chill in the little pockets I hang out in. Like we're all just here writing for a good time sharing stories for free. Let's just be nice to each other.

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

I haven't.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I enjoy crossovers but haven't written many. None come to mind right now.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. That would suck though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again not to my knowledge but that would be pretty awesome.

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

Not yet but I'm open to it! I always feel like I'm really slow, trying to juggle writing and #Life. I'd need a patient writing partner.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Every ship has its own unique wonderfulness for us to enjoy and explore. I'm mostly writing Midgelenny at the moment but every ship has its season.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably A Change in the Winds? That's one of my older ones. It's been a long while. Never say never though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and wacky ensemble casts. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

Descriptions. I dunno sometimes it all feels hard.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I mean if the characters/story calls for it? Sure? That's one I personally would want to try to be careful with if it's not a language I speak just because it's easy to get things wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I might have written something for the Tortall books fandom as a kid? Maybe? Otherwise Beauty and the Beast

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? 

Guess Who's Coming to Yom Kippur has been such a fun ride so far. I can't get enough of it. I feel like it's some of my best work.

Tagging: @markwatneyandenesemble @simplyshelbs16xoxo @mizjoely

[afteriwake]

Fanfic asks for the new year -- 2, 3, 7, 9, 11

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc? I will definitely be running another regular round of @wipbigbang this year (and I'm probably going to do art again for the unclaimed fics and actually stay on top of it this time...whether I try finishing any of my WIPs is another matter) and I am currently running the International Fanworks Day Mini-Bang at the aforementioned big bang. I may do a fic for that as well, since it's really laid back.

I will also be finishing up the five prompts I got in December for @mollyappreciationweek at some point in the early half of the year (and I'll be running a February week-long round for Valentine's Day/Galentine's Day/Singles Awareness Day as well as another prompt-a-thon in December), and if you do Christmas In July again I'll take prompts. I may do the Spook Me Ficathon instead of Fictober...not sure. But I do plan on doing Spook Me this year after missing the sign-ups the last few years. And if I get enough participants, I'll do another round of @sherlollysecretsanta and make mod gfts as well (which reminds me...got to email participants in this round about the fic covers).

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one? I do! One of the WIPs I'm bouncing around finishing for WIPBB is the Knives Out Cablanca fic you are letting me finish, and I've never written Knives Out before. As for all mine fics? It's not entirely new, but I tossed out a Marvel's What If...? fix-it idea for Peggy/1602!Steve which I might write, which will be my first time writing specifically for that show.

7. Will you change anything about the way you interact with other writers? I'm going to try and read more fic written by people other than @dreaminonao3 (I have a backlog of @sobeautifullyobsessed's fic that I'm going to read when I have a good chunk of time to donate to reading some of her long WIPs, and I have a ton of bookmarked fics across a bunch of different fandoms on my Firefox account), and make damn sure I comment and comment often. I'm also going to try and reblog more fic recs over on @mousedetective, where I have a bigger audience.

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January? Since I finally seem to be over my food poisoning, this week I hope to do the mod gifts for Sherlolly Secret Santa and write at least one or two things for @greenskyoverme, including the newest chapter of "What Stork Brings." As for January? I want to get as much art done for the 2023 round of WIPBB that I owe as I can. I also want to write something new for my birthday on the 23rd, since I'm not expecting a whole lot this year.

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year? Not really? There isn't much I haven't tried at least once in the 25 1/2 years I've been writing fic.

Now, new ships, on the other hand? That I'm game for...

[everlarkrealornot]

get to know you

I was tagged by @booksandchocolatesmears - thank you! :)

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

Last song: Soul, Lee Brice

Currently watching: Psych (by myself) and Star Trek: Discovery (with the hubby)

Three ships: Sherlolly (BBC Sherlock - Sherlock and Molly), The Doctor and River Song (Doctor Who), and Naley (One Tree Hill - Nathan and Haley)

Favorite color: Purple and Orange

Currently consuming: just finished a bowl of ice cream

First ship: Not sure my first, but I know that the first one that I become a fangirl of was Everlark

Relationship status: Married

Last movie: Avatar

Currently working on: I have a lot of WIPs right now, I haven't been able to work on any of it because I've been teaching this last semester...will be getting back to the WIPs now that I have turned grades in.

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

Fic writer ask: 3-5!

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? Ooooh that's really hard. Also it's different depending on the ship. For Sherlolly it's a tie between Wreck My Plans and This Love Came Back to Me. For Halice, it's definitely my ongoing fic that I really need to finish, and it's called Madder Than a Hatter.

4. How many WIPs do you have right now? Too many 😅 without actually checking my computer, I'd say 5 or 6 Word tabs are open. In my WIP folder, there's probably like 20.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? I've always wanted to write (or read) a Dirty Dancing AU for Sherlolly, but I doubt I could do it justice.

Thanks!!!

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