#that time in july when all I could think about was this one wip where hiori is trying to mend his relationship w his parents while they

[suosage]

always always always that stubbornly kept hope that like. not even the hope that his parents would change or understand him, but the hope to understand them and their reasons better. in order to. forgive

[vanillaavengerlings]

To all Fanfic/fanart/ fandom content writers/creators/artists/anyone creating fandom content

As we enter the week of 22 July, I wanted to write something hopeful for any writers, artists and content creators out there, because let’s face it, things happening around the world is so grim and most of us are trying to survive the days. 

So, here’s something hopeful for any of you who need this.😄

Please reblog this as much as you can as I would love for fandom writers/creators/artists and for fanfic readers to read this. 

Thank you!

A small background about me - I write fanfics, mostly in the Avengers/Stony fandoms. And it’s what I’ve been doing mostly for a few years, despite schooling and transitioning to work.

It’s my escape from reality. When things get rough, I start writing. Writing fanfictions gives me comfort because I know the characters and I love them, so I feel safe in a way and it’s stress relieving for me.

In 2018, I had to attend a compulsory internship so that I could get my diploma and graduate. My course offered a few positions and one of them was writing for television programs at a well known media company in my country. 

I wanted that job so bad because I wasn’t interested in the others, they were too ‘corporate-like’. So I applied for it. They asked for my portfolio of written works.

And then it hit me. My God, all I’ve written so far were fanfics with male pairing. I come from a conservative country so LGBTQ stories are super rare and can be frowned upon. But that’s all I had and it was all I could submit.

Guess what?

I did just that. I took excerpts from my WIP/published fanfics, and added them into my portfolio. I even went the extra mile and typed a short excerpt into a screenwriting format, like a legit script for a show! (TV writing internships pay special attention to your script writing abilities)

I submitted them.

I was called for an interview a few days later. I was advised to bring hardcopy versions of my written work, so I printed out the stuff from my portfolio. I went for the interview and saw my coursemates, some of whom I consider really capable and smart. 

I thought, there’s no way my fanfics and I stand a chance in getting this job.

I went up first and had the usual interview questions. The last bit came, where the interviewer, a prominent executive producer in my country, asked for my written samples. I handed her the file and gave her a brief explanation of my work.

I told her I published my written works online and have a group of audience who read and review them. I also added that I use their feedback to improve my writing as a whole. She was nodding her head and reading the script of my fanfic I had written. I was hiding my smile. Everything she was flipping through were Stony and Avengers fanfic excerpts!

At last, she handed my file back to me and smiled. It signaled the end of my interview. I went back to my campus and sighed, already looking at the other positions to apply to.

Two hours later, I received the email that I had gotten the job, as a television writer intern at a prominent media company. And all I used were my fanfictions I had written!

I couldn’t believe it worked. My fellow coursemates write really good content and I went into the interview with fanfictions and got the job!

To this day, when I think about this, I laugh. Not in a self-deprecating way, but in a way of disbelief, seeing what I can pull off.

To everyone out there who are thinking so lowly of yourself because all you have done are work related to fandoms, I’ve been there, and I’m here to say that you are so talented coming up with unique content from something that is so fixed and rigid. So don’t be hard on yourself. 

You’re not wasting your time just because you post stuff on AO3 or Tumblr. Every written work/art/creative content is a great way for you to practice and work on your skills. I mean, we all have to start somewhere, right?

Seriously, it takes a lot of talent, creativity and hard work to write fanfictions, draw fanarts and create any fandom related content. And it takes so much of courage to put your work out there in the open for anyone to read.

And that’s the thing! It’s a service that you are doing, letting people read your words, your story, letting people see your art and your creativity. 

Don’t be ashamed of your fandom works. And don’t be ashamed of reading fanfictions. They’re a part of you. So don’t think of yourself lowly. No way. You’re all heroes, in your own ways. 

Some of the best written stories I’ve ever read came from AO3, some of the best art works and funniest content I’ve ever seen are fandom related.

You’ve got this, you talented talented human being. Go out there and shine bright! 🌟

[farfromstrange]

Lizzi’s Valentine’s Special & Follower Celebration

Dear Everyone,

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and I thought, since this silly little blog hit over 1.1k followers yesterday, I want to give you something special.

First of all, though, I want to thank you. I’ve been on here since (and I checked with the archive) July 19, 2022. I can't believe that it has been almost two years. I started watching Daredevil after watching Spider-Man: No Way Home in December of 2021 and hearing Matt Murdock say, "I'm a really good lawyer," after catching a brick. So, I started watching the show, and that was during a time I was really miserable. Mentally and physically, I wasn't in a good place, but after watching Daredevil for the first time and falling in love with Charlie Cox as a genuine person and an actor, it felt like I found a reason to keep going.

I started writing fanfiction again, which I kind of neglected because I felt like this hobby of mine wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't inspired at all until I watched the show. If I hadn't, I probably would not have gotten back into writing and using it as an outlet for my feelings, and I probably wouldn't be where I am today. Thanks to Charlie's portrayal of Matt Murdock, and watching his interviews, I felt like I could do the things that I love again and follow my dreams. He's the reason I chose to major in English. And while I owe him that much, I owe you guys here on Tumblr and AO3 even more.

When I first posted here, I didn't think people would even be interested in what I had to say and write. But then more and more people started visiting my profile, you guys started following me, and it kept me motivated to keep writing, even when I'm miserable, and I sometimes only post once every blue moon.

I feel so honored that you guys chose to follow a silly little blog run by a silly little 20-something-year-old whose first language isn't even English (but made it her entire personality), and who chose to write about traumatized dark-haired characters portrayed by Charlie Cox. I'm overwhelmed by the love you continue to show me, and every time one of you chooses to reblog or comment on one of my works, saying that it resonated with you, I feel like I'm doing something right. I'm sharing my ideas, my own experiences, my wishes, and even my deepest, darkest dreams through my writing like it's a fucking diary, and you eat it up every single time.

I'm just so glad that this community exists, as chaotic as it sometimes is, and that you chose to stick around, even when I suck at keeping promises sometimes. You keep teaching me new things about who I am, my writing, and how important it is to put myself first. I don't know if you've heard it lately, but you guys are incredible and I appreciate the hell out of every single one of you.

Thanks to Tumblr, I made lifelong friends (especially looking at you, @blackshadowswriter) and found like-minded people that made me feel less alone. That alone was worth making this account and continuing to post on here.

You may think that I'm being dramatic, but for someone who has never really experienced the kind of validation this community gives me, I want to celebrate this milestone. It means more to me than I can even put into words. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so much! Please, don't ever forget how amazing you are.

That being said, I've got some exciting things planned.

The other day, I found a folder in my Docs titled "the vault". I completely forgot about it because I usually keep my WIPs in a different folder. As it turns out, I made that folder for fics that I originally never planned to post, or ones that I'd finished but wasn't happy with. It’s many, but it’s a few. Some are deeper than others. I also jotted down rough ideas and outlines last year that I stuffed in there, some of which I've actually shared with you but never started working on. Until now. And the contents of that vault are what I want to give to you now.

INTRODUCING: The Vault

6 stories from the vault. 1 bonus fic. 7 days.

I went through a myriad of emotions while I wrote these. For some, I actually bled my soul onto paper. For others, it was merely a brain fart that led to their existence. They're sad, horny, and at times angry, but some of those were originally written for me, and only me. Those that weren't started as a few sentences in a folder before I forgot they existed. Either way, I don't want them to catch dust. And I wouldn't want to share them with anyone else.

Starting February 14th, I will be posting one fic every day until February 20th. My “The Vault” works are Matt Murdock x Reader works, but I've made an exception for the bonus fic. I won't tell you what they are about, but I will give you a list of installments and what kind of fic they are so you know what to be excited about (and maybe which ones are not your cup of tea).

-> The number at the end tells you the date I will be posting it on, but I put it in chronological order as well.

INSTALLMENTS:

1. If You Need To Be Mean (angst, hurt/comfort) 14.

2. Mismatched Bridesmaid (fluff, smut) 15.

3. Weed Cookies (humor, fluff, cw: accidental drug use) 16.

4. the grudge (songfic, angst, hurt/comfort, cw: death of a parent) 17.

5. Halloween (Smut) 18.

6. I Want To Fuck A Priest (Smut, cw: priest!Matt) 19.

BONUS:

7. Now That We Don’t Talk (Part 2 of Is It Over Now?) -> Frank Castle x Reader (smut, angst) 20.

A few more words: You are free to send me an ask if you want to know more, but be prepared that I won't be answering in much detail. I don't want to spoil the fun. I would, however, not mind talking about them as vaguely as possible (if you’re interested).

Thank you all. For everything. And I hope you stick around to read these little gems.

With love from yours truly,

Lizzi <3

[thebiggerbear]

WIP Wednesday - 5/29/24 - Beau Arlen x Reader

A/N: Oh wow, I haven't done one of these in a while, but I've still been a busy bee behind the scenes. This is from another short series for Beau x Female Reader that I've been working on since, sheesh, July 29th of last year (don't judge me lol). It's another project I really love with my whole heart because it's allowing me to go to places with Beau and this world that I haven't gone to before and explore some...things about his character that we got a glimpse of in the show. Without giving too much away, this is going to be a bit darker than my average Beau story. I will start posting this very soon. I took out any specific spoilers. This takes place a bit after season 3. All unbeta'd.

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence (not Beau); injury/blood; a split second of violence

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Beau Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @illicithallways; @muhahaha303

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

You and Poppernak had responded to a domestic disturbance call and the husband was obviously at least twice past the legal limit for blood alcohol. Seeing his wife’s rapidly blackening eye, you talked her into pressing charges to at least get him out of the house for the night, if not for longer. When you went to arrest him, he pulled a knife on you and you saw it just in time. As you moved away, dodging his blows, thankfully Poppernak snuck up behind him and knocked him to the ground. You both then tackled him and forced him to drop the knife. Once he was in handcuffs, Poppernak radioed for backup and a bus. 

“You okay?”

You glanced at your bloodied shirt sleeve. “Yeah, I think so. Just a scratch.”

Poppernak shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re getting that checked out.” He pulled a bandana from his pocket and placed it against your arm, urging you to keep it there and steadily apply pressure.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Usually, you would have but the wife was watching you and you knew what you had to do. Without realizing it, the stupid son of a bitch had just given the justice system the perfect reason to keep him from going back home right away, even if his wife changed her mind regarding the charges. Now, he had assaulted an officer, so you had even more reason not to resist the full process of reporting and medical follow up.    

So here you were, in the ER, waiting on the nurse to finish up so you could get out of here.

“There. All set.” She snapped her gloves off and threw them in the trash.

“Thanks.” You carefully slipped your injured arm into the sleeve of your jacket. 

The woman held up a sheet of paper. “Now, here are the care instructions. You’ll need to—”

You took the form from her and gave her a reassuring smile. “I appreciate it but I already know the drill. Not my first rodeo.” You slipped the other arm into your jacket and shrugged into it, wincing at the slight jab of pain.

“Okay,” she replied in a singsong voice, obviously assuming you were that type of patient. “You go home and get some rest now, you hear?” 

She was gone before you could roll your eyes at her fake cheeriness. You pulled out your phone, about to text Poppernak that you were ready for pickup, when a young male nurse strolled in. “Oh, good. I’m glad I caught you.”

“I was discharged so…” You held up the paper in your hand as proof. No way were they keeping you any longer. You had a job to get back to, though you had a feeling you would be arguing with Beau not that long from now about you being able to complete your shift.

“Oh, I know. Dr. Strickland wants to see you quickly before you leave.”

Dammit, just when you were about to get out of here. “Do I have to?”

He gave you a look. “If Dr. Strickland is asking to see you, it’s probably best if you hear what she has to say.”

“Fine,” you groaned. “Where is her office?”

“Down the hall, make two lefts, then a right, first door on the left,” he directed as he began to clean up where you had just been sitting.

“That’s not confusing at all,” you muttered under your breath as you left the room. Much to your surprise a few minutes later, his directions had been spot on.

The door was open and you rapped on it, sticking your head in. Dr. Strickland glanced up from her desk and gave you a smile. “Deputy Y/L/N. I’m so glad Ryan caught you before you left. Please, close the door and have a seat.”

“Okay…” You did as she asked, plopping down into the open chair facing her. “Everything okay? My insurance should cover all of this, I’m pretty sure.”

Dr. Strickland waved a hand in dismissal. “This isn’t about that. If it were, you’d be sitting in the Billing Office instead.” She chuckled at her own joke.

Right. You had already had a rough few days; you weren’t really in the mood for jokes or being polite for politeness' sake, so you cut right to the chase. “What’s up, doc? Why did you need to see me?”

The older woman typed something up on her computer. “When you were brought in, even though it wasn’t a deep cut, I ran your blood work just as a precaution. In case a tetanus booster was needed.”

“I remember.” You weren’t afraid of needles but you weren’t exactly a fan so anytime one came near you, you made sure to look away until they were done doing whatever it was they were going to do with it. 

“Well,” Dr. Strickland glanced over her glasses at you. “We found something.” She swung her gaze back to her computer, continuing to type. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You should have fucking known. Ever since you’d come up here to Helena at Beau’s insistence, everything had been wrong. Why wouldn’t they find something in your blood work on top of everything else? “What did you find?” You nearly whispered.

The doctor’s eyes snapped to you and she gave you a reassuring smile. “Oh, nothing like that. Don’t worry.” She hit a button and the printer started up. She then folded her hands on her desk, patiently waiting for the paper to finish printing. “You’re pregnant.”

There was a ringing in your ears and you began to feel light-headed. There was no way you heard her right. “I’m sorry…what?”

“You’re pregnant,” she repeated, picking up the paper as it spit out from the printer. “Here is a copy of your test results.” She offered it to you and for a moment, you considered not taking it. There was no way; she must have made a mistake. Perhaps your results got mixed up with someone else’s.

“That’s impossible.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually, it’s quite possible. A blood test is ninety-nine percent more accurate than urine tests. It’s hard to know exactly how far along you are without a proper examination but the results don’t lie. You’re pregnant.”

The ringing and light-headedness got worse, so much so that you barely heard her telling you that you needed to make an appointment with your OB-GYN to start prenatal care and get your first ultrasound to determine how far along you were in your pregnancy. Pregnancy? What the hell was she talking about? There was no way you could be pregnant...no fucking way. Not the moment that you had finally put your foot down with Beau — oh God. Fucking…Beau!

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[gilbirda]

for the ask game: Danny Arkham Security Guard?

I've been curious where you're at with that for a while (I assumed the muse has fled and/or you're too busy with other fics), so had to pick that one when I saw it on the list 👀

From this WIP ask game

Haha! I knew someone would ask about it!

Honestly I have struggled a lot with picking this bad boy up... When I finally did a few months ago, the last edit was July 2022 😭

Long story short, summer 2022 was the time I really went down the spiral with Hardcover ship and literally every idea I had was for those two. I think what happened was that I realized there was an untapped potential and market for romance and all the classic romance tropes in DP fandom (I understood why that was the case, but still I was frustrated because I hadn't seen a single fic that made me crazy about any ship in DP) and it left me wanting.

Then I wrote Arkham Guard Danny and I did the bit where Jazz almost shoots Jason, and then I liked the dynamics between him and the siblings and I literally said in the AN if I ended up shipping him, I was debating between Jazz and Danny. *laughs in irony*

So basically I went "what if I write every romance story trope but Jazz/Jason?" and the rest is history.

And every damn time I went back to Arkham Guard Danny, I re read it and realized.... Is just so bad. I saw flaws everywhere. I saw bad characterization. I saw "angry robin Jason" and a bunch of things I don't stand by anymore and I felt like there was no way I could continue that fic and the difference wouldn't be felt. Was I too harsh with myself? Absolutely, but we are our worst critic.

Also? I felt the project running away from me. I started developing worldbuilding and ideas and I got mad because Arkham Guard is supposed to be simple. It used to be the "simple fic" I did while I focused on my magnum opus for DP fandom (Eldritch Ghost King Danny AU - "You and me and our best friend makes three"). If it got complicated I didn't want to write it anymore. And then it did and I dropped it.

Recently I went through a really bad situation and it kind of killed any want to write for dpxdc. I thought - why not go back to the basics? Revisit what really made me start in the fandom, what made me get a bunch of comments like "i got into dpxdc because of this fic". Took me back to when I started, how simple it felt to just write a fic and drop it to the ether and not worry about the things that made me want to stop forever.

So I did. Feels good to pick this up again!

I could go on forever but I won't continue rambling about this project (✿◡‿◡)

If you read up to this point, here's a little bit of what I have so far!

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“Children,” Alfred stood from his seat, positioning himself between the brothers and their guest. “Let her breathe.”

“It’s okay, Mr. — uh…” She blushed as she realized she never asked for his name.

“Alfred,” the butler smiled, “Alfred Pennyworth.”

“Mr. Pennyworth,” she nodded politely. “I’m fine. I am aware that after that… theatrical spectacle, explanations are needed.”

“Indeed.” Batman cut in the conversation. “Proper explanations are in order. After I deliver the Joker to Arkham.”

“You can’t be serious!” Did the old man go crazy? Back to that wretched place?

Jazz frowned, seemingly sharing his thoughts. She leaned closer to the microphone and spoke in a controlled voice. “Where are you delivering him? In the hospital.”

Bruce took way too long to answer, so Tim did it for him. “Through the front door?”

Jazz didn’t find it funny. “Wait for me.”

“What?”

“I said, wait for me.” Jazz reached for her discarded jacket, eyeing the door to the elevator back to the manor. “Joker is my patient and I need to be there.”

“What for?”

She turned to look at Jason. “He doesn’t deserve to be left at the mercy of some of the people in the Asylum. They could—”

“He can rot for all I care.”

The vigilante walked up to her, getting in her way and using his height and build to scare her into submission. Jazz held his gaze, defiant, muscles tense and ready to throw down if needed.

“You don’t know that place like I do.”

Jason huffed. “Whatever the inmates want to do to him, he deserves it.”

“I wasn’t talking about the inmates.” Her teal eyes steeled with fury. “Arkham has a history of staff abusing their authority.”

[frustratedasatruar]

September 25th

(In response to my participation in this that week's WiP Wednesday) (I also participated on July 10th and July 31st) (Sorry this one's late, life happened. Also, I was having trouble writing 24 consecutive sentences for Black Lotus, and I was too neurotic to convince myself to just post 24 sentences in two non-consecutive chunks.)

I have received 17 total comments requesting one of my five WiPs. The Distribution is:

Bionicle 40K, WiP.odt

None. 🙁

The Black Lotus (Avatar LoK fanfic).odt

@kalira, @asha10100101010, @eriquin, @violet-prism-creatively, @whimsicalmeerkat, @kallisto-k, @enigma-the-mysterious, @post-and-out, (8)

Fug that Squishy Space-Babe! (Alien Isolation).odt

@aisalynn, @adhdavinci, (2)

O Lei, O Lai, 'Alor (Star Wars Time Travel WIP).odt

@wizisbored, @somefishycat, @zyrafowe-sny, @lizhly, (4)

Quirk; Witchcraft (Teen Titans+MHA) WIP.odt

@auburnlaughter, @stonemaskedtaliesin, @mystarduststories, (3)

The Black Lotus (Avatar LoK fanfic).odt

It was embarrassing, but Korra was still a little hazy on exactly what was going on. The Fire Nation was bad again, or maybe still. Korra knew that for certain after what she’d seen with her own eyes. What she still saw when she went to sleep. But why? Was Fire Lord Izumi directing this? How far did it go? Too many questions, and Ming-Hua had been locked up for long enough that she didn’t know much current information. But all the same, Ming-Hua was very sure that the Earth Kingdom was in on it. Korra was inclined to agree on the Earth Kingdom’s apparent hostility after having been traveling through the Earth Kingdom for the last few weeks and seeing the widespread misery of the Kingdom’s citizens, but that left only more questions. After all, Korra knew that in the Hundred Years War the reason for the Fire Nation’s crimes was their desire to conquer the world, most especially the Earth Kingdom. So why were they working together now? Or was the Earth Kingdom independently hostile, and not actually coordinating with the Fire Nation? She remembered from her lessons that the Dai Li had been Avatar Aang’s enemies during the War, and Korra was pretty sure that was even before they betrayed the Earth Kingdom to the Fire Nation. Is that it? Did the Dai Li control the Earth Kingdom? Korra glanced to the lakeshore, where Ming-Hua was pouring over the newspapers they’d acquired today. She was a little weary of leaving that job entirely to Ming-Hua. She didn’t think the elder waterbender would lie, or do a bad job on purpose, but she hadn’t known Ming-Hua long enough to guess if she would do a bad job by accident. Ming-Hua wasn’t so condescending as a lot of adults she’d met, but there was still a lot Korra didn’t know about her. For all that she hadn’t actually made much progress finding herself an Earthbending teacher since running away, Korra was actually feeling good about her progress. In theory, there was Ming-Hua’s friend Gazan, perportedly an excellent Earthbender and even a master of Lavabending. But, much as Korra would jump at the chance to learn Lavabending, she was also realistic enough to suspect that Gazan was not alive. Not that she wanted to voice this to Ming-Hua, of course, who needed all the comfort she could get.

Fug that Squishy Space-Babe! (Alien Isolation).odt

The discarded skin was long cold by the time she got to it. Yuck. Fortunately, she wasn’t here for the skin itself. Instead, she wanted the tricks and toys her Vex had affixed to itself before its molt. Seeing them now, simply sitting there inert waiting for the Vex to use them, was somewhat surreal. This thing here, Quiet Cleaner knew, was one of those cacophonous distractions. Four sticks which she knew could catch alight and burn a piercing red, though she didn’t know how.

O Lei, O Lai, 'Alor (Star Wars Time Travel WIP).odt

Asajj took a deep breath, and settled into her best saber-stance. The terrifying man watched her judgmentally, “Your Master was a practitioner of Form Two.” Asajj wasn’t sure if that was a question. “He called it Makashi, Master Maul,” she offered tentatively, hoping she wasn’t speaking out of turn. “They are the same, Apprentice,” Master Maul corrected as he circled her, “I take it you have not been taught the Forms.” “I-, he also taught me a style called Niman, Master?” “Niman, or Form Six, is for amateurs. We shall test your skill in Makashi.” In less than the space of a blink, Master Maul’s saber ignited and came down on her in a heavy diagonal chop. Asajj only narrowly blocked in time, before swiftly backpedaling. For just an instant she glanced behind herself to check her footing, and immediately had to frantically duck to avoid being decapitated. “Good, Apprentice; you recognize that you do not have the strength to fight me directly, and wisely avoid doing so.” That’s nice, please stop trying to kill me!

Quirk; Witchcraft (Teen Titans+MHA) WIP.odt

“Hold still,” Kaneko-san ordered, her sharp, violet eyes permitting no refusal. “I’m fine, Kaneko-san! I just need to stop by Recovery Girl, and-” she wasn’t listening to Izuku, firmly maneuvering him into a nearby chair as her other hand was enveloped by her Quirk, and Izuku was distracted, “Oh, wow! Your Quirk gives off the impression of glowing, but it seems to actually make things darker? I can still make out your hand through it, but its as if all of the color and saturation has been totally removed! How would it look in a photogr- Ah! Ahh, ohhhhhh…” Izuku felt his mind suddenly blank itself as he felt his bones clicking themselves back together, and the crashing euphoria of disappearing pain scoured his brain. Kaneko-san tsked quietly, “What have you been doing to yourself? You muscles feel like they’ve gone through a meat processor.”

[myseungsunglove]

Unexpected | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: fluffy angst adjacent

Word Count: 1k

𖠫Summary: MC finds herself writing a letter to her boyfriend Kim Seungmin to tell him all of the seemingly small and insightful ways and not so small ways she has felt loved by him when she never expected to feel truly loved by anyone.

Thoughts: This is another odd one. It comes from a very personal place, and it just kind of manifested without me meaning for it to. Hopefully it will reach someone who feels all of these things too.

✎WIP✎: working on a few Han pieces and Seungmin as well that are a bit more fluffy than my most recent pieces.

◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

「© July 25, 2023 by mysweethannie」

I’ve never been one to love hard and trust fast. I judge hard and trust slow. It takes a lot for someone to break down my walls, or for me to hand them the key to my seemingly impenetrable heart. I don’t think there’s anyone who really knows me.

Until I met you, Kim Seungmin.

I didn’t expect to fall in love with you, but there is something about you that makes me feel safe. Makes me feel like I don’t have to keep up the walls that I’ve so expertly built around myself. I can be me and you’ll be you and everything‘s okay. Everything is more than okay.

Before you, I had told myself that I was content with the dull loneliness that had become my constant companion in life. I was sure I wasn’t capable of giving love to anyone. This was something I was told each time a relationship inevitably crumbled. And because I loved so differently from other people, it made me unlovable. I somehow convinced myself that I was actually happy with this kind of life, not being loved, and that I couldn’t really find any kind of joy in a relationship because of my inability to love someone like they wanted or deserved. I really believed it to be true.

You changed all of that, Kim Seungmin.

I hate it when people say that love finds you when you least expect it. I hate it so much because that’s exactly what happened with you. I never expected to find you. I certainly wasn’t looking. I guess it was a good thing you were literally right in front of me. Sometimes I swear my life is one big romantic comedy where the writer forgot to give me the script, so I’m not sure when to laugh at how ridiculous my life seems sometimes.

I didn’t expect for you to be the only thing I think about on the dark nights that I don’t see you when our schedules don’t align or I don’t get to fall asleep in your arms. That’s so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in love before. When I really think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever actually experienced love before you.

I never knew love could be so all consuming, at least not for someone like me. Not for someone who appears physically cold and distant at times and doesn’t know how to connect with people on a physical level. I was certain for a long time that I must be broken because I’ve never felt the things that other people had talked about when they talked about love. I’m still not always sure I convey my love for you adequately but you tell me you love me. Those three words are words you don’t use frequently or utter lightly so I know you must feel some kind of love from me or you wouldn’t risk the vulnerability of telling me you love me. It’s ironic how learning about you and how you love actually helps me learn about myself.

Funnily enough, the love we share, it’s still somehow different from the love I see between other people around me. You love me quietly in your own way yet I’ve never felt more loved, more seen, more known. You don’t have to say those three words every day for me to understand how deeply you feel about me.

I didn’t expect to feel loved when you give me a knowing side eye from the corner of the room when I’m stuck in a conversation with Chan or Changbin.

I didn’t expect to feel loved when you sit down beside me, your thighs pressing close to mine, your hand running soothingly along my back as I work on lyrics for a new song.

I didn’t expect to feel loved, and maybe I should have, when your fingers intertwined with mine, your thumb rubbing gently against my skin the first time I had a panic attack while I’m with you in public.

I didn’t expect to feel loved when you wrote and sang a song just for me. Your voice feels like the safest place on earth, and I know I don’t tell you that enough so this is me telling you.

I didn’t expect to feel loved the first time our lips met. This one may blow people away, but I’d never felt it before so why should I have thought this time would be any different? I guess my first clue should have been that everything was different with you, but somehow I still managed to be surprised.

Finally, and maybe this one is the saddest, but I didn’t expect to feel so loved the first time we made love or even every time after that. My connection with people is always emotional first, and that doesn’t always translate to physical attraction or deep connection. In fact, it very rarely does. Even when it does, my body doesn’t keep up with what my mind wants if that even makes sense. With you, every time you touch me intimately, my body is alight in a way I have never experienced before with anyone and honestly I had no idea it was even possible. No one has ever made me feel every emotion imaginable all at once, but Seungmin when you press closely to me, your long arms wrapping around me safely, my brain fires in a way I’m not sure it even learned to until you. It’s like you were a missing piece my brain needed to finally be whole.

I didn’t expect to fall in love with you, Kim Seungmin, but I'm certain I couldn’t do life without you now.

[yeliuxi]

Fic Writer Q&A

Tagged by @dragongirlg-fics :") Thank you ahh

How many wips do you have currently?

I think 5. Though all having various degrees of actually aiming to finish and post haha

For Qi Ye - The longer Ming Hua fic. Ming Hua's impressions of Jing Beiyuan and his bullshit throughout the years

Also for Qi Ye - My main fic. The genderbend modern organized crime AU that I have been working on for years now with femme-but-also-kind-of-becoming-butch-at-the-end Jing Beiyuan + butch Wuxi. But I ended up drawing a lot of it to procrastinate the writing... so now I have a lot of art (including first attempts to draw NSFW art), and not even a complete outline

& another for Qi Ye - Just straight porn featuring Jing Beiyuan domming Wuxi. Also topping like Jing Beiyuan initially wanted to do in the novel. But that's a separate sex scene. That's all

For MDZS - modern AU inspired by my RBB prompt. Lan Wangji has feelings for Wei Wuxian & when helping him out Lan Xichen accidentally ends up dealing with his own problems

For Locked Tomb - Palamedes/Camilla gender thesis fic. Where they fuck (? Masturbate? What happens when you share a body) and cope in unhealthy ways and Pyrrah is there going "wow yeah that's fucked up. Do you feel fucked up about this" and having an uno-reverse moment about her in Gideon 1's body

Still in brainstorming phase but The Double femslash where jealous Situ Jiuyue indeed "knocks up" Xue Fangfei. They blow off steam and the fake pregnancy drug is administered in sexy way lolol. The two lines of ":0 Whose baby is it" "Jiuyue's" live rent free in my head

More of the Q&A below

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

#2... It keeps growing... I thought I would end with an AU equivalent of Jing Beiyuan faking her death but then I started writing post-fake death... and now it's 90% ex-criminal-but-still-committing-a-continuous-crime Jing Beiyuan relearning how to be a normal person and Wuxi fitting herself back into a normal life 🤦🏻‍♀️Also did I mention the procrastination with my drawings?

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

Unfortunately I think when I am most inspired it prevents me from writing haha. I get all excited and then stare off imagining the scenes... and do not write them. But there is a moderate amount of inspiration where I go onto 4thewords co-op writing battles and write out 10k in a day. I had several of these days in July and then have not since...

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

No... I feel too much pressure to have songs that "relate" to the fic and I don't like doing that because it's time consuming and burns my energy that could be spent writing lol. Also I don't usually do any creative things with music because it's distracting to me

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

I am a pantser mostly (tragic result of often having more vibes than plot thought out haha) but for certain long fics I will put together a detailed outline

Tagging: @difeisheng @geneticcatalyst @minnarr and whoever else wants to :D Yes this includes anyone reading this. Even if we aren't mutuals haven't talked etc. Just say I tagged you because I did and I am nosy and want to read it

[gggoldfinch]

brrrrrrr art dump for the tfp self insert oc my childhood self could only dream of 🤯 I drew these back in July but have been thinking about them again recently. This is so embarrassing but I'm so proud of how these character sheets came out, but I can't post them without context so here we goooooo (oc info at the bottom!!!!!!😭)

Embarrassing au & oc info time!!!!!! (tw for vague discussion of non-human self-harm in 10th bullet point):

Okay so basically to preface: in my wip fic (wip is a gross exaggeration), everything remains canonically accurate to TFP except for the fact I use my Magic Fanfic Writer Powers to incorporate ridiculous Cybertronian mysticism canon into it for the sole purpose of furthering my self indulgent plot armor via cyberforming (cyberforming being when organic material becomes that of Cybertronian-make through means of mysticism and/or science)

Marian (unabashed tradgoth self insert) starts off as human. She gets picked up by the Cons while smashed drunk one night bc they think she has info on the Bots (found her bc she was lurking on online forums asking too many questions about big robot aliens bc she once saw them brawling and wanted answers), then she just ends up being kept alive and kept around as a pet/team mascot/ emotional support human, because hey if the Bots have one then maybe humans can be of some use

After a while Marian ends up forming a bond with Starscream (and KO to a lesser extent) after they both end up treating each other with compassion and respect (wow! trauma-bonding!). She kinda definitely falls desperately in love with him (and thinks it's unrequited but jk!). Angst & hurt/comfort abound! Gratuitous usage of mass-displacement device for nsfw purposes! You didn't hear that from me...

She is accidentally killed during the Battle on Cybertron (ca. season 3) by being hit with a stray plasma blast.

Here is where AU material comes in lol!!!!!!!

With the Well of AllSparks alive once again, in an act of desperation SS leaves her body at the edge of the well and actually prays for once in his miserable life. Through a mystical act of pity or mercy or whatever, a fresh spark combines with her own approximation of a soul and cyberforms her corpse and resurrects/ reincarnates her. She's herself, with all her old memories— but also something new, with all-new potential. No one knows wtf is going on lol

She becomes the first mech created on "New" Cybertron. "Cyberform-forged" is the term used for her, making her something of a new race (in the same way the Terrans are a new race), and is more of a mystic anomaly than anything (largely because there is no opportunity to recreate the event).

She's formed with a Vosnian Seeker frame and Cybertronian alt mode. Her frame is weather resistant: built to tolerate and fly through high winds and dangerous weather (Cybertronian and Terran) and relies more on brute force than grace in aviation. This means she is bulky rather than slim and aerodynamic like SS. She's a revival of the (near?) extinct class (if we're going by Prime!canon then Starscream is the only confirmed Vosnian Seeker left). Why Primus decided that cranking out new Vosnians would be a good idea is beyond everyone; everyone is too busy wondering how tf cyberforming works and what the consequences of it are to really question it.

Physically, she's not overtly femme— more androgynous, which is on brand for her Vosnian build. She's top-heavy with large pauldrons, shoulders double the width of her hips. Her new frame reflects her old human body in a very rough, vague way— only enough to be noticeable to those who really knew her before. She applies face paint by hand like her old makeup, and paints one servo red to match how she used to wear her nail polish. She's shorter than SS, around 30-ish feet tall (whereas he pushes 35'). She doesn't have a very good grasp on how her wings emote, therefore anyone who can read Seeker body language can always tell exactly how she's feeling.

She suffers with severe ptsd, depression, and body dysmorphia/ dysphoria as a result of the cyberforming and her human death, and semi-often has moments of panic and distress wherein she self-harms in an attempt to undo what's been done. In a potent mix of lingering human neurodivergency & the jarring biological shift, she often gets overwhelmed by her new body, notably her biomechanical functions: her optics cause a significant amount of stress on a regular basis, to the point where visual "notifications" and all other miscellaneous visual obstructions have to be disabled in order for her to function. This means no scanning data, etc, without purposefully reactivating the internal procedures required for the task. She also has a lot of trouble coping with the lack of sexual dimorphism. Shortly after her "awakening," she brutalized herself due to severe confusion and psychological distress (see the second to last image :( ) and KO had to sedate and mend her.

Every who encounters her and knows her story kinda assumes she just "came back" with a processor malfunction (or if they don't know her story, think she was just traumatized by the war), which isn't totally wrong. Knockout is one of her major supporters thru this and professionally thinks she probably needs a mnemosurgeon to fix her, but can't find any to contact so soon post-war.

She's rather clumsy, and takes a while to acclimate to such a different body (it also doesn't help that Seekers tend to have disproportionally long limbs, as well as cumbersome wings). She smacks things and other mechs with her wings, crushes things in her servos, basically she severely underestimates her own strength and size

One perk to her new body is that she can stream music directly into her processor, which is a function she abuses often to drown everything else out. There are functions she couldn't even dream of before: she can disable pain processors, turn off sight and hearing like throwing a switch, disable various biomechanical functions. She doesn't need to breathe like a human, or expel waste. Energon tastes like battery acid and firecrackers, but hey, she can turn off "taste" processors too.

She's afraid of herself at times, and by extension is afraid of intimacy too. She's afraid she's too different now, in a foreign body she can't seem begin understanding. She feels burdened by expectations; she's not a real Vosnian Seeker, she's not even a real Cybertronian in the way that counts— she is a freakish amalgamation of human memories and a soul stuffed into a shell made new especially for her, despite her having had no say in the matter... Or, at least, that's what she thinks. Those closest to her think she's a miracle and are thrilled to still have her, indefinitely now. Before when she was human, SS had been frustrated and genuinely afraid of feeling anything remotely positive towards her, because of how tragically short human life spans are (and his fears had been proven valid when she was killed). Now he has Marian forever, and while coping with his own problems post-war, he cares for her and teaches her how to be a noble Seeker.

YIPPEEEEEEE

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 05/12/2024

I’m back! Two weeks in a row!

Very good Nerdie. We appreciate this. We’ve been keeping tabs and you’ve been busy this week.

I did dabble in a few things this week.

A new discord server started by myself and my friend fhatbhabie for Latinx/Black/POC Pedro stans. It’s one of those things where I shouldn't have been as surprised by the overwhelming support for it as I was. It’s actually been pretty awesome and I’ve had very thoughtful DMs. The name of the server is Unhinged Clubhouse.

I wrote my first mostly smut fic in a while with Dave York. Trule wasn’t expecting him of all Pedro characters but, the smut fairy does what she wants, when she wants and I just gotta roll with it. It was another entry for Jett’s Flora & Fauna Challenge. 

Going through my inbox - mostly caught up but still a few outstanding replied to be made. Sorry about that.

Lastly, working on WIPs and deciding in addition to working more on Weddings 101 with Dieter, which other series I’ve been working on did I want to pop out there? Frankie and Ezra’s series are finished and I think I might wrap up the on Din series in the next part or two. The other Din series I have to workshop a bit. I have ideas of who I want to pop up next from Star Wars, I just need to work it in. 

Also Weddings Dieter: Sesame Street, Reading Rainbow and cheese? How do we feel about this? I also could use some help in deciding between the following for my next series: Marcus Pike vs. hot dogs + therapy, me finally writing nice things for Javi P, Dieter + brick house + you and a baby, and Pero Tovar + Dragon for revenge? 

Lastly, does anyone have some prompts for nipples? It sounds weird, but consider, this is me. Also with @mysterious-moonstruck-musings influence, I have a weird bullet point list and made a horrible drawing. I just need to write something so it will leave my mind. I hope. 

Side note: Nerdie now has reblogs queued up to July 21st. The queue shall know no rest! 😎

Nerdie, like are you sure there’s no recreational use of anything? Like really sure?

Nah, these ideas are all from a sober mind. And I shudder to think what I would be like if I did, so I don’t partake. Mainly because I’m a scaredy cat and also my alcohol tolerance is low. Plus I like mixed drinks. 🤭

Now it’s time for everyone’s favorite part:

Fic recommendations! I read a lot this week!

1. Worth A Thousand Words by @intoanotherworld23 (Joel Miller x f reader)

2. Chapter 1 - Howdy Neighbor! by @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales x Plus sized OFC)

3. A Rugged Kindness by @pedropascalsx (Pero Tovar x F reader)

4. Just the Lilac by @djarinmuse (Dieter Bravo x F reader/OC)

5. Torment Part 2 - Terror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

6. Torment Part 3 - Horror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

7. Torment Part 4 - Wounded by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

8. Torment Part 5 - Victims by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

9. Torment Part 6 - Trauma by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

10. Torment Part 7 - Healing by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

11. Fall Into You by @megamindsecretlair (Kevin Atwater x black fem/plus size reader)

12. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 1: Meat Cute by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

13. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 2: One Bed by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

14. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 3: Happily Ever After by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

15. So Much Goddamn Talkin’ by @stargirlfics (Joel Miller x Black fem reader)

16. To the Flame chapter fourteen by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) DDDE

17. Scattered Promises chapter 1 by @soft-persephone (Din Djarin x AFAB OFC)

18. Waffles and Cigarettes by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Javier Peña x fem reader)

This week I hope to have a new series up, maybe chapter six of Weddings 101 and my entry for the Dieter Bravo Brainrot Serve club challenge (it’s slightly over the word count - I’m going to see if it will still make sense on another edit). I dunno if all of those will happen, but at least one of them should. 

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie! 🥰 💜💜💜

[theeccentricraven]

Find the word tag

Thank you for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks

I meant to join in a post like this for a while since I've been tagged before, but only had window of opportunity now.

Rules: find the words given to you in your WIPs! Synonyms are welcome. Then tag people with new words!

Tagging (no obligation): @rickie-the-storyteller @poethill @creatrackers @ulysses-blues @tryingtowritestuff24 @selenekallanwriter @simonnebethel

My words: strap, small, scratch, study

Your words: eat, bite, chew, swallow

Strap - from Columbus Day 

Context: Conversation is between female human Julie and male alien Tsi - the second is an alien race called Proserims who have six limbs, including a pair of wings. It’s hard for Proserims to fly on earth as their home planet has less gravity. In this scene, Julie tries to persuade Tsi to carry her while flying along the Pacific coast.

"Julie," I said, "my flying isn't as good on this earth as it is on home. I don't think I can carry you." She looked at me, frowning in that human way. "Come on." "Look, on that night that I flew on over to your home and met you for the first time, I was going against the rules, and the only reason why me and the children can fly as opposed to the adults is that we are smaller and lighter. None of our adults can fly on your world because your world has more gravity than our world. I've noticed how the largest flying creatures on your world aren't that big." Julie grinned. There was something evil about that expression. "Well, you broke that rule before, you can break it again." I hissed softly. She was a bit persuasive in that way. I loved to have fun, I was willing to break rules if I had to, just as I did before. It was worth the adventure, even with how I was punished before. "Come on, Tsi," she said. "I've never carried anything that big while flying on your world," I said. "I can carry a small box. But it really is very different flying on your world than it is back at home. It would be hard." Julie lifted her shoulders in a shrug, that human gesture of uncertainty. “Don’t you love flying?” “Fffff, I love flying. Everything about it. What is there to not love about flying?” "You deserve it!" Julie said brightly. "You haven't been able to fly as much as you deserve. You should take time to fly and feel like you are at home again." I tapped my feet. That actually did make me a bit excited. "How? When? Where?" I asked her. "We would be breaking a lot of rules. My father won't approve, neither will your parents or those sergeants." Julie frowned. "They would probably only approve doing something in an aircraft carrier. I don't want to do that." She surveyed around us. "I want to fly around this beach, over those rocks, further if we can." "Oh, you want so much," I said. "I'd love to do it, but how?" "Maybe if we got some straps," Julie said. "I could get some buckles. But how do we do it without the adults knowing?" “We can’t,” I said. “They will find out and punish us.”

Small - from The Blood Cleaners

Context: Justin is in a training room where his job training includes fighting real lils - the vampire rodents that threaten his home. WARNING: Some violence happens.

Lord Bo pressed a button. The door slid open. There it was. The two animals were the shape of prairie dogs but twice as large, with black fur, and sharp fangs poking out. In all of his life, Justin wondered if the day would come when he saw lils in the flesh. Now he would wonder no more. The creatures shrieked and charged. Justin lifted his spray rifle and squirted the stringing liquid upon the furry surfaces. The two lils fell to the floor and moaned. Justin grabbed hold of one of his blades, thinking this was too easy. No sooner did he hold the blade by the handle then one of the lils sprung up and jumped at him. Justin rolled back to dodge the creature. The creature lunged for his leg. Justin kicked it hard in the head. The creature made a death cry as Justin’s sneaker crushed the skull. Justin got back on his feet, just as the second lil regained its strength and sped toward him. Justin sprayed again. The creature fell back and rolled on the floor, screeching. Justin picked up his knife. He threw it, aiming for the lil’s head. He missed. The lil got back on its feet and jumped toward him. Justin sprayed the creature again. His gun was now out, but there was enough to keep the creature spasming on the floor to buy a second of time. Justin ran into the previous room of weapons. He picked up a club just small enough for him to carry while sized enough to do some damage. Charging at the creature, just as it was getting back up, Justin swung the club and crushed the lil’s head. The two both lay lifeless. 

Scratch - From The Blood Cleaners

Context: This is the inciting incident in Chapter 1 when young Justin is cleaning a classroom in the underground tunnels and discovers something.

Justin suspected that the chemists liked to chew gum for no reason other than to show off that they could afford the precious treats created on the surface. They must have also liked to put their gum under the tables just to spite the street cleaners. He picked up the scraper from the shelf and walked right back into the lecture hall.  Justin lay on his back as he went from table to table, scraping the underside of tables. The students apparently had a field day. The music on the radio entertained him as he peeled off each piece and tossed them into plastic bags. When Justin went into the first office, hoping that whoever worked there wasn’t as sloppy. Well, there was one chewed up gum wad. Justin scraped it off and tossed it into the plastic bag. Then there was the second office. Three wads. Justin scraped harder thrust harder into the bag. In the third office, Justin lay on his bag under the table, watching for if he would be lucky to see no wads and he would thank this office occupant personally.  Justin’s eyes immediately caught letters. Scrawled, scratchy, and seemingly drawn with a red marker, the other side of the table surface carried a squiggly message. Justin peered closely to make out the text under the dark surface. Not much luck. The closet held a flashlight. He crawled out, ran to the closest, grabbed the light, and ran back to go underneath the table. He shined the light on the text. To find John, look at the map in cabinet 1214 on the third floor of the 5th west tower. Find him or all hope for us is lost. Don’t let anyone see this.

Study - from The Blood Cleaners

Context: Justin and Joselyn going through the material study phase of job training.

When Justin returned to have another hands-on experience lesson with Doctor Carmen, Joselyn was right there, too. The two didn’t speak as they listened to the doctor’s ramble and followed her instructions to mix the chemicals, though they routinely looked up and smiled at each other.  When Justin and Joselyn went to their lockers at the end of the day, Justin was afraid to make an ask. He restricted himself to asking Joselyn what she wanted to do. “Hey, Jos, what were you planning on doing tonight?” “Oh, I was going to study the materials, watch the discs, and read the books.” “So was I.” Justin didn’t want to ask Joselyn out, but figured she would be fine with safely hanging out together. “Hey, would you like to study together?” Joselyn lightly tapped on her locker door and shook her head. “I’m sorry, Jus, no.” Justin frowned with disappointment.  “Ok. That’s fine. I’ll study alone.” Joselyn walked away in low, light steps.

[fandomscraziness22]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by @legolasghosty thank you friend!!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

88!! that's crazy!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

257,528 which is also freaking insane

3. What fandoms do you write for?

lots of different ones! i have the most for julie and the phantoms, but also lockwood and co, the bright sessions, and jurassic world: camp cretaceous/chaos theory. i do have ones for leverage, the flash, the 100, and a few others i think

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

love came crashing in (lco)

Butterflies and Glitter (jatp)

it's like this heart is defenseless (lco)

watching is worse (the second time around) (jatp)

stand up when it's all crashing down (pjo)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! i used to be much better at always responding, but now i can't always muster up the energy to do it

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

literally all of them???? uhhhhh for jatp i've killed just about everyone but the most unmentionable ones are learn to live with the unimaginable (carlos) and i miss the days when (luke survives). for lockwood it's probs but the wolves came and went (and we're still standing) aka my torture fic. one of my personal favs is my flash fic, Betrayal (Or, how he finds out) ALSO ALMOST FORGOT i thought i was innocent (but there is blood all on my hands) for bright sessions!!

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

i do happen to have some fluff fics!!! you are alive. is one of my favs of my jatp ones, and what a glorious feeling (i'm happy again) for lockwood. also shoutout to i need you like water for my happy green boys kissing in the rain

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope! i think i maybe sorta did once, but i just screenshotted it to share with my friends and laugh about it lol

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

no, but im not opposed to someday doing it. the closest i've gotten is i hate you i love you (i hate that i want you) for bright sessions or what a glorious feeling for locklyle

10. Do you write crossovers?

i sorta did once, but that fic is abandoned. i tend to do more of aus "just the one scene" combining my fav things, but not really crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, though i wouldn't be opposed!

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

yes! me and @anthonyjlockwood have our club au series for jatp, and then our green boys fluff come meet me at the end of the (cereal) aisle

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

oh i cannot ever pick!!! percabeth is a childhood fav, elias/laia from an ember in the ashes (my favorite book of all time), bellarke (i refuse to believe rothenburg on that), juke and locklyle and green boys and nahri/ali from the daveabad trilogy (i love them)

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

joan helps caleb actually!!! i wanted to change how college tapes went, but idk if it's gonna happen. i just want joan to set caleb straight lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

physical injuries/angst is what i'm best at! also comign up with teh most niche of au ideas but only for one scene and nothing else lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i wish i could write flowery language and amazing metaphors, but alas, i cannot

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

i've only really done it for jatp which i feel like was what everyone was doing in that era? idk, i try not to do it too often. tho i do still really want to include sign language into a fic because i actually know that

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the 100, though i wrote some of my own stuff for Lost and Narnia before that

20. Favorite fic you've written?

can't pick, and i've mentioned a lot fo my favs already. i'll give a shoutout to i know where i belong, my leverage parker happy feels fic, and i keep getting better at slowly getting worse my habor crest fic for caleb and mark!

tagging @sabetha and @anthonyjlockwood and anyone else who wants to do it!

[blueindigo17]

WIP intro: The Together List

An introduction to my second WIP!!

Pinterest board -> The Together List

Spotify playlist -> The Together List

Summary: Audrey is in her first month of college. Within three weeks, she’s moved out of her childhood bedroom and into a room with a window that seems to open on its own and a door that creaks loud enough to wake up the whole floor, she’s stumbled into a friend group that seemed to pull itself together like drawstrings, and she’s gotten a job at an adorable independent milkshake shop with her roommate and one of her new friends. What more could she possibly ask for?

The world, it seems.

Audrey has a list ten miles long of all the little things she wants college to be. One night, she starts listing them out loud. Her friends—Logan, Lennon, McKinley, Aspen, and Levi—chime in with their own after a moment, and before anyone knows it it’s been three hours and they haven’t stopped. They aren’t even sure whose idea it is, but they start writing it down. Every box on this ridiculously decorated list will be checked off by the end of the year, they swear.

Someone makes an Instagram account as a joke, but by the first post it’s become as serious an endeavor as they’ve ever had. They wouldn’t call themselves local celebrities, but they certainly wouldn’t correct you if you did. The thing about fame at this age, even at small amounts, is that it's bound to go to someone's head...

Genres: realistic fiction, young adult fiction, new adult fiction, coming of age, LGBTQ+ fiction

Themes: LGBTQ+, friendships, fame, college, becoming an adult, relationships

Character Introductions

(all photos found on Pinterest)

Audrey Abigail Marshall 💙

"So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it. You've got no reason to be afraid." - You're On Your Own Kid, Taylor Swift

Age: 19

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual

Birthday: May 16th

Star sign: Taurus

Friends: Logan, Lennon, McKinley, Aspen, Levi

Family: Julia (mom), Adam (dad), Trevor (younger brother, 16)

Occupation: barista at a milkshake shop, college freshman (studying education and sociology)

Fun facts: she was named after Audrey Hepburn

Audrey spent the past year trying to learn more about herself. "Did it work?" you ask. Nope! Now she's moving into her college dorm a year later than her high school classmates, and she can feel the desire to catch up burning in her veins. She claws at every opportunity to prove that she wasn't wasting her time this past year. She would probably do well to realize who she's trying to prove herself to...

Logan Olivia Levine 🧡

"I don't want the world, but I'll take this city. Who can blame a girl? Call me hot, not pretty." - HOT TO GO!, Chappell Roan

Nicknames: Lo, Halo

Age: 19

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: lesbian, asexual spectrum

Birthday: July 25th

Star sign: Leo

Friends: Audrey, Lennon, McKinley, Aspen, Levi

Family: Katherine (mom), Richard (dad), Carter (older brother, 21), Danny (older brother, 24), Jordan (older brother, 26), Noelle (sister in law, 26)

Occupation: barista at a milkshake shop, college freshman (studying psychology and sociology), part time middle/high school tutor

Fun facts: she asked Disneyland Rapunzel to marry her when she was seven years old

Logan knows what she's good at, including but not limited to: decorating her lecture notes, pulling off outlandishly oversaturated outfits, and making things fun. The Together List is such a Logan idea she's appalled that she didn't think of it first, but once it takes off, she's thriving. This is the most fun she's ever had. Until the real world catches up, people lash out at each other, and she has no clue where she stands. She has a lot of love in her body, but figuring out what to do with it is way harder than she expected...

Lennon Lillienne Adler 💛

"Quick pause in conversation, she plays songs I've never heard." - Canyon Moon, Harry Styles

Nicknames: Lemon, Lemons

Age: 19

Gender: female(ish) (her words)

Pronouns: she/her/they/them

Sexuality: asexual, heteromantic

Birthday: November 19th

Star sign: Scorpio

Friends: Audrey, Logan, McKinley, Aspen, Levi

Family: Ariana (mom), Jonathan (dad)

Occupation: college freshman (studying photography and cinematography), campus library assistant

Fun facts: she’s Australian, they have a cat named Spritz

Lennon is about as far from home as she can get. They’ve been to the states before, but that was only ever for a few weeks to visit her dad while he worked. Now she lives here, and their plan is pretty much just go to class, go to work, go to sleep, repeat for four years, and graduate. It’s probably a good thing that plan is going straight down the drain with this new group of friends…

McKinley Savannah March 💜

"It's not a perfect narrative, there's beauty in mistakes." - Best Friends, 5 Seconds of Summer

Nicknames: Kinley

Age: 19

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: who fricken knows (her words)

Birthday: April 29

Star sign: Taurus

Friends: Audrey, Logan, Lennon, Aspen, Levi

Partner: Aspen

Family: Amber (mom), Nathaniel (dad), Cecelia (younger sister, 16)

Occupation: college freshman (studying history and anthropology)

Fun facts: she has ADHD

McKinley knows she talks too much, too fast, about things people don’t usually care about. That’s fine. It just means she should only surround herself with people who don’t mind her the way she is. The problem is… there aren’t many of those people around. Her parents, her sister, Logan, and Aspen, and that’s about it. Oh, and her cool Australian roommate. And Logan’s roommate, Audrey. And Audrey’s friend Levi. Well, actually, now that she thinks about it, there are actually a lot of people who really like her. She’ll have to get used to that…

Aspen Noel Brady ❤️

"I don't know much about love. Come find my in the crowd of all the boys and girls." - Boys & Girls, Conan Gray

Age: 19

Gender: gremlin (their words)

Pronouns: they/them

Sexuality: bisexual

Birthday: August 2nd

Star sign: Leo

Friends: Audrey, Logan, Lennon, McKinley, Levi

Partner: McKinley

Family: Andrea (mom), Matthew (dad)

Occupation: barista at a milkshake shop, college freshman (studying English and film)

Fun facts: they sleepwalk and sleep talk

Aspen sort of loves being weird. They embrace it. They’re strongly considering getting it tattooed somewhere. But in high school, “weird” is a gateway drug to “bullied”, which is harder to embrace. It was bad; months went by where they were hesitant to leave the house, and they accidentally got very good at self-isolating when life went sour. It’s been a long time since then, and once they settle into regularity with their new group of friends, they look forward to never resorting to that again. No matter how badly circumstances want them to…

Levi Declan Avery Jackson 💚

"And it ain't so pretty when you're playing cute when your body's up against some fool." - 1983, Neon Trees

Age: 20

Gender: male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Birthday: September 20th

Star sign: Virgo

Friends: Audrey, Logan, Lennon, McKinley, Aspen

Family: Phoebe (mom), Chris (dad), Lena (little sister, 7)

Occupation: college sophomore (studying journalism and creative writing/composition)

Fun facts: he has citizenship in the US (where he was born), Canada (where his dad was born) and the Philippines (where his mom was born)

Levi doesn't care one way or the other about the idea of love languages, but don't even think for one second that his isn't gift giving. He grew up with money, so anything his friends want, his friends get. The problem is that he's gotten quite used to people who would rather be friends with his bank account than him, and his only real friend since… well, ever has been Audrey. Shockingly, the people Audrey introduces him to don’t seem at all interested in his credit card. Weird…

[mouse-fantoms]

Okay so I was thinkin’ I made this post the other day, I’ll share some snipit’s I have from some of my wips 👀 let me know if any spark intrigue

@justaspeachy @electro-elemena

Sometimes I’ll make little notes to myself at the top of the doc about what I want to include, incase I come back to it and forget

This one is simply titled “Halloween”

Halloween jatp shenanigans

Julie going as Reggie for her Halloween costume to school

Carrie Halloween party

“What’s with this?!” Luke seemed outraged seeing how Julie’s school decided to decorate for the holiday, particularly the white cutouts of ghosts stringed from the ceiling. Julie rolled her eyes as she put her binders in her locker.

“Oh stop.”

“Do people really think ghosts are a big white sheets with faces that haunt people?”

“Well what did you think ghosts used to be?”

“Touché.”

Julie’s head turned from her locker when she heard Carrie talking and promoting the flyers she was passing out.

“Another Dirty Candi performance?” Luke asked seeing what Julie saw.

“No.” She shook her head. “For a party.” She remembered from their passed friendship that might be repairing itself. She turned back to her locker to grab her belongings.

“Incoming.” She heard Luke warn before hearing him poof out.

She heard a “Jules” that caused her to turn.

“Sorry, not there yet?” Carrie apologized for the nicknames not being on the table yet. “It’s fine, I completely understand. But if…” she took a breath, realizing how weird it felt to talk to her after a year of the friendship falling out, “If… you aren’t busy the 30th you’re invited.

She furrowed her brows. “Not the 31st like normal?”

“It’s on a Saturday this year, I figured a Friday night might work better than that way people are free on the actual holiday.” She explained.

“Thanks Carrie.” She took the flyer that Carrie had in her hand for her, “I’ll… consider it.”

She nodded as a way of being passive with her and continued to hand out the flyers to any passerbyers. At least she was giving the rekindled friendship a chance.

This one is simply, “Luke Parent House”

Luke’s at his parents (one of the many times while Julie’s at school), ever since Julie gave them Unsaid things have felt weird, Luke shows them great

Ghosts paid visits to places of their past right? Yeah, that made sense. So paying visits at your estranged parent’s house was normal.

He knew that Reggie and Alex probably definitely didn’t visit theirs. They wouldn’t even know where to look for them for starters, aside from everything else between the two’s situations. It was nice though that they had someone in the present who they could hang out with in their free time. Luke might have been the only one out of them who was living in the past.

Maybe he was trying to make up for the past 25 years. It was nice sometimes to just talk while visiting them. He knew they couldn’t hear him but they did look, especially more so now, relaxed. He couldn’t do a lot besides watch and observe them’

They hadn’t changed. His father still read whenever he could and his mother would keep up her knitting hobby. It was a comforting feeling. It was nice too to see that ‘Unsaid Emily’ was on the coffee table. Whenever she would switch yarn, it would be in her eye sight. Mitch would occasionally pick it up from the coffee table and look it. At least that wasn’t a song that Trevor took.

“Do you think there are others?”

She looked up from her knitting. “Hm?” She noticed what he was looking at. “Maybe. Especially since that girl has the garage the band was in now.”

Luke answered from the top of the couch he was sitting and observing from. “Tons of them. Most with that girl.”

“Maybe if she finds more, we’ll hear about it. Julie? She said her name was.”

This one is just “Reggie’s Hotdog”

So much time had passed... thinking about it too much gave him a headache. So much had changed too. Their families had all probably moved on. 25 years of time had been lost to them. Stuck inside a room only to fall onto the floor of a garage an hour later. They were only hours away from “becoming legends” as Luke put it. But that was cut short when they ate those bad street dogs. Maybe they could still be legends, with Julie. They get to play at the Orpheum with her. Julie was pretty great. It was no wonder what Luke saw in-

Reggie was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a noise. High pitched scampers. He turned around and saw a brown puppy playing with a stick. The passerby’s clearly did not see the dog since no one had stopped to pet the puppy. He thought they were too entranced by their phones except when a mother walking with her children walked through the puppy.

Through the puppy?

[jiminy-crickets]

working on WIP: Lake House here's a "lil" excerpt as a treat

its quinn brady, "secret dating" (everyone.... EVERYONE KNOWS) and its gonna be a bunch of scenes from a few different summers at the lake house <3

(i need social pressure to finish any WIP, so by looking and liking this post you are genuinely helping me finish it) [also I need SOMETHING to work on that i feel like i can actually finish while I slowly chip away at WIP: Obsessed)

“Ew,” Jack mumbled. “What?” Matthew turned back towards Jack and followed his eyes towards the house, where illuminated from behind the sliding glass doors like shadow puppets were Quinn and Brady, making out like horny teenagers. “Eaugh ew, jesus fuck” “They’re getting bold early, it's barely July.” Jack is right, usually it's well into August before they get this loose with guarding their affections from prying (and unwilling) eyes.  “God how long do you think they will keep up the act?” Brady and Quinn have been together since their time at the development program, and now they’re 24. Eight years they’ve been together, seven years their siblings have known, six years since the rest of the Hugheses knew, five since the Tkachuks found out, four since they spent a year moaning to anyone who would listen about how much they missed their ‘best friend’, three since they threw themselves into work both trying and failing to make it into playoffs for the north division, two since they both fretted over Quinn possibly being chosen in seattle's expansion draft, one since they bemoaned over how it was supposed to be their year, and instead wallowed away in Quinn’s apartment watching the playoffs in self pity (and support of Jack and Luke), and exactly zero years (and one month) since brady watched from a box high up in Rogers Arena and watched Quinn as he hoisted the Cup. [why yes i AM manifesting a canucks win via fanfiction 💅 and what about it??]  “If no one calls them on it?... well into their 30s at least” Jack says, tearing his eyes away from the slightly horrifying scene playing out in front of him. “And if someone did call them on it?” They wouldn't, Jack, Luke, Matthew that is. The three of them had made that decision seven years ago, partially out of respect, but mostly out of fear, fear for the nasty ways that the world could crush their brothers spirits once it was out in the open, and also, it seemed easier for them to simply ignore it back when they were both at different colleges, playing in different leagues, then drafted to teams across the country from one another, but as time went on, it became harder and harder to ignore as Quinn slid effortlessly into Tkachuk Family trips, and Brady got an invite to Passover two years in a row. It became impossible to ignore once Quinn and Jack bought the lake house, when guest bedroom with the best view of the lake slowly became populated with more and more of Brady's things, even when the bedsheets rarely seemed slept in. “I genuinely don't think they would know how to cope being ‘out” Jack responds truthfully, all of Quinn and Brady's adult lives and the tail end of their teenage years have been spent in a 'secret' relationship, all of their routines, and behaviour are based around secrecy, a secrecy that has failed spectacularly. "they'd probably like, die of embarrassment." “Yeah that tracks”

[phantomfen]

WIP game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

From @belfry-ghost with "DARK"

Decided to do all letters with the same wip 'Be patient, my heart' also known as Knight Fic

D -  17th of July, 1412

Danny just, if he has to, would rather not think about this spouse until their wedding day in two years time. They’ll need to play the romance game publicly for political reasons, and go through all the hoops. He knows what there is to gain, improved public relations, approval of their civilian populations for the match will turn into appreciation of the others’ realm. It just all takes a lot of time. And time he has in short supply.

A  - 20th of July, 1412

“... and like, I told him. I said ‘Frighty’ - I get to call him that, Ancients, never repeat that - I said ‘Frighty, why don’t you just take off your pauldrons or exchange them for a subtler pair, they easily add 5 centimeters on each side of you’.” Danny gestures wildly while he speaks, the reins loosely held in one of them, and is clearly not paying attention to where they are going. Cèleste is good about following Victor though, so no harm no foul. The way he is so absorbed in his story that he almost seems to have forgotten that he is actively riding a horse is charming. Robin can’t tell him off when he’s being this adorable. “And he replied ‘Squire-’” He does a voice too, it’s the best. “‘- these pauldrons of mine are part of my uniform as a knight. I surely cannot take them off. Our armor demands respect and I expect you to have understood that during your apprenticeship.’ and like, yeah, sure, it does. It’s very imposing and all. But you lose all the imposing posturing by needing to go through each and every door sideways right?” “Right!” Robin easily agrees.

R -  17th of July, 1412

Robin listens attentively and then sticks the entire piece of spiced sausage in his mouth at once. The parts of his face not obscured by his mask go through a journey of appreciation followed by steadily increasing alarm. Danny can't help but laugh a little over the redness on Robin’s cheeks that peeks out under his mask. He looks like he is desperately holding his breath. Robin can't keep that up forever though. He gasps a breath and follows it up with a lot of coughing and finishes up with a strained “Delicious.” 

K - 21st of July, 1412

Knowing that it is a choice just makes everything worse! He wants to yell at the other man. See! You can do it! You can hold a pleasantly neutral conversation! Why wont you! He can’t yell at the other man. The whole entire point of this charade is public relations between their nations. They need to look friendly at the very least. He can get a little passive aggressive instead. “Dearest,” Phantom says in a saccharinely sweet tone. He can see a muscle at the corner of Jason’s eye twitch. “Could you cut a piece of the pheasant for me.”

Thanks for the tag Juno!

I think most of my fanfic friends have been tagged by Clock or Juno, so I am not going to tag anyone. If anyone feels inspired, I've got the word 'MIRE'