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sequinsmile-x · 7 months ago

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Where You Go - Chapter 4

She isn’t sure what does it, whether it’s the condescending tone in her mother’s voice, or how she can hear her aunt laughing in the background, but she’s lying before she can stop herself.

“Actually, I am seeing someone."

AKA - the one where Emily asks Aaron, her best friend (who she happens to be hopelessly in love with) to pose as her boyfriend at her cousin's wedding, and things change between them forever.

-x-

Hi friends,

I am genuinely blown away by the love for this fic - reading all of your comments about these two idiots has been incredible.

I've never written fake dating quite like this before, so thank you for letting me experiment with a new trope to me. I really am so glad you liked this, and I am excited to know what you think of this final part <3

-x-

Warnings: full list of tags can be found on the Master List (this chapter does contain smut)

Words: 4.7k

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For a moment, she lets herself sink into it.

It’s like her body is on autopilot, her hands wrapping delicately around his wrists, the question of when did he put his hands on my cheeks barely registering as she unconsciously moves closer to him. It felt new and exciting and explosive, but also like it was something they’d done a thousand times, not just this once. Like coming home after the longest journey, worth every single step on the rocky path that had led her there.

It’s only when he sighs contentedly, something she feels rather than hears, that her brain kicks back into gear, confusion flooding through her, chasing away anything that might make this feel good.

She wrenches herself back from him, her chest heaving as she does so, her fingers pressed against her lips, the pads of them against the warmth he left there, the warmth he seemed to leave everywhere, as she stares at him.

“Aaron…what…” she swallows thickly and shakes her head, a strangled laugh forcing itself out of her chest, “What?”

He swallows thickly, distracted by the taste of her on his lips as his tongue runs over them, lost for words as he tries to gather himself, the brief moment of everything he’d wanted for years wrapped up in a single kiss so overwhelming that he struggles for a few seconds. He simply stares at her, the confusion painted across her face somehow making her more beautiful and ethereal than she had ever been. He reprimands himself, his hands forming fists at his sides as he pulls himself together, his nails sharp as they dig into his palms, the sensation finally bringing his brain back online.

“I heard you in the bathroom this morning,” he says, clearing his throat as she frowns at him, her eyebrows knitting together as she tries to figure out what he’s talking about, “When you were talking to JJ.”

Her heart drops into her stomach, warmth creeping across her skin, embarrassment sneaking up on her and placing its hand on her shoulder, causing a shiver to break out throughout her body, something he sees across the distance she had put between them.

“Oh god,” she grumbles, pressing her fingers against her forehead, her eyes screwing closed, “This is so fucking embarrassing,” the embarrassment is fleeting, pushed away by indignant anger as she looks back up at him, “You were listening to my conversation?”

He puts his hands up in defence, “Not on purpose,” he exclaims, “I promise. The door isn’t exactly soundproof.”

She deflates as the anger fades as quickly as it had appeared, and she nods in acknowledgement, the memory of his out-of-tune singing in the shower that morning hitting her with full force, “So…you heard me?”

He nods, “Yes.”

She presses her lips together, hope sparking in her belly, the unexpected kiss gasoline on the fire she’d been trying to stoke all weekend, “Why didn’t you say anything this morning?”

“I thought you were talking about Derek.” He grimaces, embarrassed about his earlier assumption, a feeling that only gets worse, his entire body burning with it, when she looks at him like he’s grown another head, her face screwed up as she chokes on a laugh.

“Derek?” She asks incredulously, “You thought I was in love with Derek?”

He clears his throat and shoves his hands into his pockets as he avoids eye contact, “You said you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, you mentioned Ian,” he looks at her again, sees how her amused smile has slipped away, and it makes him ache, his hands still firmly in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out for her, “And I knew how hard everyone was on you when you came back - especially him. I made an assumption.”

She hums, “Well, you know what they say about assumptions,” she mutters, she steps closer to him, drawn in by the invisible force that had always been there. If she didn’t know how hard they’d both worked to get here, how much they had endured, she’d think it was the universe pushing them together, “Derek is far too self-assured for me,” she says, smiling as she reaches for him, her hand delicately wrapping around his wrist, encouraging his hand out of his pocket so she can link their fingers together, “I prefer the broody, slightly grumpy type.”

He tries, and fails, to fight a smile. He squeezes her hand, “If it isn’t clear,” he says, running his thumb back and forth over the heel of her hand, unsure which one of them he’s trying to soothe, “I love you, Emily,” her eyes start to shine, “And I have for a long time.”

A breath catches in her chest, filling the space she’d carved out for him a long time ago, but she still finds herself hesitating, past experience and unanswered questions forcing her to protect herself just a little while longer.

“What about Beth?” She asks, her voice not sounding like her own, the confidence she’d spent a lifetime cultivating nowhere to be found, “You only just broke up with her.”

The same guilt he’d felt when he broke up with Beth washes over him, shame for what felt like using the other woman to get over Emily threatening to pull him under. He’s briefly overwhelmed by it, but then he feels Emily squeeze his hand, her touch his port in a storm. When he looks back up at her, her eyes are full of understanding, full of something he now knows is love.

“A misguided attempt to try to move forward because I was convinced you didn’t feel the same way,” he admits, his smile tight as he shrugs, “I broke up with her because it wasn’t fair on her. She deserved to be with someone who feels the same way about her that I feel about you.”

She gasps quietly, the confession somehow more meaningful than anything else he’d said, his words quiet and unassuming and utterly life-changing. She leans forward, folding herself into his embrace, her cheek against his chest as he wraps his free around her, their linked hands trapped between them. She isn’t sure how long they stand there like that, how long she lets herself get lost in the feeling of being pressed up against him, how his palm spans almost the entirety of her back.

“What would you have done?” She asks, pulling back to look at him, still close enough that their noses scrape by each other, “If I had been talking about Derek.”

He sighs, his grip on her tightening at the thought of it, and his expression turns stern his jaw clenched before he responds, “I would have sat him down and made him see sense. And then made sure he knew what would happen if he ever hurt you.”

She bites her lower lip, leaning in closer so her nose bumps against his, her eyes drifting down to his lips, “You would have just…watched me be with someone else?”

The question makes him smile, the irony in the fact that she’d recently watched him be with someone else not lost on him, “I just want you to be happy.”

She smiles, but he only sees a flash of it before she closes the final gap between them, her lips soft as they press against his. He immediately tightens his hold on her, his hand firm against her lower back as she wraps her arms around his neck, moaning softly as he deepens the kiss. She nips his lower lip as she pulls back, her smile wide as she presses her forehead against his.

“I’m guessing you’re going to be the perfect gentleman and not let this go any further than making out for now?”

He leans in, his lips stamped against the corner of hers, “I want to take you on a date first, sweetheart.”

She flushes at the term of endearment, her heart swelling in her chest, “This whole weekend has been one long date.”

He chuckles, “I mean it. I want to take you for dinner. We have a lot to talk about.”

She rolls her eyes but then nods, kissing him quickly, delighted in her newfound ability to do so, “Fine,” she grumbles, “But we can still make out, right?”

He smiles widely and she cups his cheek, her thumb pressed into his dimple, something she’d wanted to do since the first time she noticed he had them, “Absolutely.”

She bites the inside of her cheek, desperately trying to stop her smile from getting wider, so used to trying to put a dampener on her emotions even when she doesn’t have to. “Just so you know,” she says lightly scratching his scalp, taking delight in how he shivers, “I love you too.”

His response is to kiss her, something that is lost to their wide smiles.

___

He takes her on a date the next day.

The drive home from the wedding isn’t all that different to the drive to Connecticut. They talked and made fun of each other’s music preferences, but this time his hand was heavy on her thigh most of the journey, her fingers loosely linked through his. When he drops her home he carries her bag upstairs for her, leaving her at her door with a kiss and a promise that he’d be back in a few hours.

He comes back exactly 3 hours later, freshly showered and in a suit, a bunch of sunflowers in his hands, his smile unsure as he explains he chose them because they wouldn’t be toxic to Sergio. She’d kissed him then and there, not sure how else to respond to his thoughtfulness, her hand on his chin as she held him in place.

There’s a moment, thankfully brief, when she worries dinner will be awkward, that they’ve built it up too much. But it’s just like every other meal they’ve ever shared. Easy and relaxed as they talk about everything, all the moments they’d somehow missed along the way, their hands linked on the table as they shake their heads at every missed opportunity. She doesn’t miss how he swallows thickly when she talks French to the waiter, how his grip on her hand gets tighter. They argue about who gets to pay for dinner, and she eventually relents, letting him win this one because she knows there will be so many more dates to come.

He’s nervous when they make it back to hers, his hand tight around hers as she pulls him into her apartment. He never wanted her to think he was making assumptions, that he thought he had to spend the night no matter how much he wanted to. He wanted to do this at her pace, to make what would be both of their last first times special.

She dumps her purse on the counter next to the vase of sunflowers and turns in his embrace, her arms hooking around his neck as she kisses him. “Thank you for dinner,” she says, kissing him again, “And my flowers.”

He pulls her closer, his hand pressed against the dip of her back. He rubs the soft material of her dress between his thumb and forefinger, “Em…”

“Oh no, you aren’t backing out on me now mister,” she says, winking at him as if she’d read his mind, “You said dinner,” she kisses him, “And that we’d talk,” she smiles as she pulls back, “We did both.”

He shifts his hands to her hips and squeezes them, “I want you to be sure.”

She feels love bloom in her chest, warming her from the inside out as she brushes his hair out of his face. She’d quietly admitted to him the night before, tangled together in the same position they’d accidentally woken up in that morning, that she hadn’t had sex since her showdown with Ian. He knew what it was to contend with a new body, to learn what it was like to look in the mirror and not recognise the person looking back at you.

“I’m sure,” she replies, her eyes flicking to his lips, “Besides, it would be a waste of the very uncomfortable yet very sexy lingerie I have on under this dress,” she smiles when his grip on her hips gets tighter, drawing a moan out of her as she imagines feeling the callouses on his fingers against her bare skin. She kisses him once more before she pulls him towards the bedroom, her smile wide as he follows her, his arms wrapped around her from behind as they walk as one.

She picks Sergio up off the bed and kisses his head before she places him on the floor outside the bedroom, muttering an apology she feels ridiculous for to the cat as she closes the door.

She blows out a breath before she turns to look at Aaron, nerves she hadn’t expected or felt since her very first time, a quick and awkward fumble that had led to one of the defining moments in her life.

The nervousness is gone the moment she turns around, the absolute reverence in his eyes enough to make her feel confident, a magnetic pull that drags her towards him. As soon as she’s close enough, she kisses him. It’s a step change to all the kisses they’d shared so far, no restraint in the way he grasps at her, the material of her dress already starting to bunch around her waist.

They walk backwards towards the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a gentle thunk as she pulls him on top of her, moaning into his mouth at the weight of him on top of her. His hand snakes its way under her, his fingers easily finding the zipper of her dress. He drags it down as she arches her back, a shiver chasing his touch as she presses her chest against his. He feels how she tenses as he pulls the straps of her dress down her arms, her shoulders tight beneath him the moment his fingers come close to skimming the brand mark on her chest. He immediately stops, pulling back enough to look at her, their eyes meeting as he sucks in a breath, shaking his head to remove the haze of arousal.

“Em,” he says, his hands moving to a more respectable spot on her waist, as they both sit up “We don’t-”

“I want to,” she says, hooking her hand around the back of his head, pulling him in so their foreheads touch, “It’s just…I....”

She trails off, unsure how to put it into words, but he understands because he’s him. Because he’s been there, and the way smiles at her eases some of the tension that had built in her lungs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, kissing her cheek, “So beautiful. Nothing could ever change that.”

She kisses him fiercely, pressing everything into it that words would never be enough to convey. As she’s kissing him she slips her arms out of the straps of her dress herself. The material slips down to her waist, exposing her scars all at once. When he looks at her, nothing but awe in his eyes she feels empowered.

He’s sure he’s never seen anyone, or anything, more beautiful. He kisses her brand mark, taking time to linger over it, before he moves downwards, his mouth and hands paying close attention to the deep green lace of her bra, before he unhooks it, leaving her naked from the waist up. She throws her head back, his name a broken whimper as she hugs his head to her chest with one arm, the other behind her as she gently lowers them back down to the bed. He kisses his way down her body, taking the time to learn which spots make her sigh and which make her gasp his name like a prayer.

It feels strange when he kisses the scar beneath her ribcage. The skin is still mostly numb, a tingling sensation she almost always felt, something that tickled the back of her mind in the most infuriating way. It goes away the moment he presses his lips against it, leaving behind only the muted kiss she can only partially feel. If she wasn’t so delirious with pent-up arousal, if she wasn’t seconds away from telling him to hurry up she’s sure she’d see the beauty in it. The poetry come to life that was him healing the wounds that others had left before him.

“God, I love you,” he mutters against her skin, kissing her belly just above where her dress had gathered before he sits up, his fingers hooked into the material as he drags it down her legs and throws it over his shoulder, her underwear going with it, a scrap of green lace that matches her bra which he only sees a flash of. “Look at you.”

She flushes, her skin pink from his attention and praise and she pulls him in by the lapels of his shirt, her lips against his as she speaks, “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

He all but growls, a sound she thinks must have been living in his chest for years, and he kisses her before he stands at the edge of the bed. She watches closely as he slips the buttons through holes in his shirt. She gets on her knees, shifting so she’s in front of him, the pair of them eye level as she takes over for him, her eyes fixed on his chest as the scars she’d only read about in his medical report are slowly revealed. When his shirt flutters to the ground she runs her hands over his chest, running her fingers curiously over his scars. They were more healed than hers were, the time that had passed between both of their showdowns with their monsters enough to mean his were silver, none of the pink that still remained in the thickest parts of hers anywhere to be seen.

“I know they’re not-

“No,” she says, cutting off what she’s sure will be a self-deprecating comment, something there was no room for between them, and she looks up at him, her arms around his neck as she pulls him closer so they are chest to chest, a shiver running through her as his chest hair scrapes across her breast, “They’re beautiful,” she says, stamping a kiss against his lips, “They’re made of you.”

He wraps his arms around her and deepens the kiss, his hands warm against her bare back, his fingers meeting at her spine as they move to her waist. He lowers her back to the bed and takes his pants and underwear off so quickly she isn’t sure how he’s done it, a gasp passing from her mouth to his as she feels him notch against her clit as he lays between her legs. He reaches between them, drawing patterns over her before he slips a finger, then two into her, chasing the noise she makes, mapping out all the spots that draw the gasps he wants to hear forever out of her. He pulls her orgasm out of her slowly, making her limbs feel lighter than air and as heavy as lead all at once. She drags him in for a kiss, her legs falling open, one hooking around his back as she pulls him impossibly closer.

“Aaron,” she whispers, “Please.”

As he positions himself between her thighs, the blunt edge of him pressing into her, she’s grateful that they discussed the practicalities when he dropped her home from the wedding earlier. His smile shy and adorable as he asked if he needed to bring supplies. She’d told him no as she leant over the centre console of the car to kiss him, said that she was on the pill and that she trusted him. He said he trusted her too, his cheeks warm from his misplaced embarrassment when she kissed his cheek.

Her eyes roll back as he pushes forward, the stretch of him like coming home. They lay there for a moment, cheek to cheek as they get used to the feeling. He waits her out, his gut tight as he forces himself to stay still until she moves her hips against his, her breath gasping across his skin as she wordlessly encourages him to move. He links their hands next to her head, his lips against her cheek as he mutters his love against her, a stream of words he unconsciously lets out, words he’d kept to himself for too many years.

She feels herself getting close again, the rhythm they’ve set somehow perfect as if they’d been doing this as long as she thinks they should have. She gasps out something that is half his name, half I love you and she comes, dragging him over the edge with her. He presses a messy kiss against her lips, muffling the way he grunts out her name, not wanting his first encounter with her neighbours to be an awkward one.

Their breathing returns to normal as they exchange slow kisses, and she pats his back, a silent request for him to move that she doesn’t have to repeat. She walks to the ensuite bathroom and makes quick work of cleaning herself up, not wanting to be away from him for longer than necessary. When she walks out, he’s standing just outside the door, a smile on his face as his hands ghost over her waist as they switch places.

When he walks out of the bathroom she’s in bed, curled under the covers, purposely having left the side she now knows he sleeps on bare. He smiles as he sneaks under the covers with her, his arms encircling her the moment he’s close enough to pull her into his side.

She curls up against him, chuckling breathlessly as she kisses him, her hand seeking his out, “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that.”

He smiles and kisses her nose and then her cheek, his heart still hammering in his chest, “It’s been less than a day since we figured it all out.”

She smiles, a hint of sadness to it that he wishes he could erase, “Not what I meant.”

He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “We wasted a lot of time,” he replies, smiling when she turns her head to kiss his palm, “But we made it here.”

She hums, “Eventually,” she tangles her leg with his, wrapping herself around him as much as possible, her head tucked under his chin, “We’re both idiots.”

He laughs. Loud and bright and beautiful, and she thinks it could easily become her favourite sound in the world. “Maybe,” he says, kissing the top of her head, his hand curling around the back of her neck to hold her against him, as if she had anywhere else she’d rather be, “But at least we’re each other’s idiots.”

She kisses his chest, her lips catching one of his thicker scars, and she lets herself revel in the fact she could do this now. That he was hers and she was his, and she couldn’t believe it was only days ago she lay in this very bed cursing herself for telling her mother she was bringing him as a date to her cousin's wedding.

“I’m so glad you came to Tiffany’s wedding with me,” she says quietly, and she can feel his smile against the top of her head.

“Me too,” he replies, stroking a soothing pattern at the base of her skull with his thumb, “Although, we’re going to have a hell of a time explaining this to the team.”

She groans, “Do we have to tell them?”

He laughs again, his touch slowly dragging her into sleep, his arms firmly around her but his embrace gentle, “We’ll figure it out, sweetheart.”

A few weeks later she’d find it strangely fitting that the team find out about them at JJ and Will’s wedding, her face hidden in Aaron’s jacket when their friends all jeer lovingly when she kisses him as they dance.

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The next wedding they dance at together is their own.

It’s 18 months after the fateful weekend that brought them together. With anyone else, she knows it would have all felt too fast. The ‘I love you’s’ they’d exchanged even before their first date. The fact they’d moved in with each other, into the house in Dupont Circle that no longer scared her like it once had now it was theirs, just less than a year after their first date. The proposal and the marriage she would have, not all that long ago, thought she’d never get to have.

With anyone else, she probably would have run in the other direction. But it was him, and she never wanted to run anywhere that wasn’t towards him.

She sighs contentedly, her cheek against his as they sway in Dave’s backyard. She doesn’t care that everyone is watching them, that she can hear Penelope’s muffled, joyful, sobs from where she’s trying to hide them in Derek’s shoulder.

“You ok, sweetheart?”

She nods as she pulls back just enough to look at him, her smile wide as their eyes meet, “I’m more than okay,” she says, squeezing his hand, “Today was…”

“Perfect,” he finishes for her, kissing her cheek as the song comes to an end along with their solace, the makeshift dancefloor flooding with their guests. He kisses her temple as he spots Tiffany and Andrew walking towards them, and he mutters a warning against her hair, “Incoming.”

“Emily! Aaron.” Tiffany exclaims, pulling her into a hug, a kiss pressed against each of her cheeks before she does the same with Aaron, pulling a surprised look out of him that has Emily hiding a smile against his shoulder when she leans back into him, “What a beautiful day. And what a lovely venue,” she says looking around Dave’s home, “It’s so…quaint.”

Emily has to stop herself from rolling her eyes since only someone from her family could consider Dave’s home anything other than grand, “Thank you,” she replies diplomatically, “We’ve had a lovely day.”

“I just knew you’d be the next to get married when you came to our wedding,” Tiffany exclaims, looking at her husband, “Didn’t I sweetie?” She asks, turning back to Emily and Aaron before Andrew can even reply, “I said to everyone the moment I saw you together that you were going to be next.”

They’d never told her family that their relationship hadn’t been real when they’d arrived that weekend but it was by the time they left. Emily was sure her mother had her suspicions, but she’d never said anything, content to go along with the lie that had turned into the truth because of how happy it had made her daughter.

She feels Aaron squeeze her closer, his arm around her shoulders as he smiles at the couple opposite them, “When you know, you know,” he says, winking down at Emily, a silent conversation passing between them in which she’s begging him to get her out of this conversation, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get a drink with my wife.”

Emily follows him willingly, the moniker of wife making her skin tingle as he pulls her away from the crowd into a secluded spot on the edge of the party, “You know,” she says as they come to a stop, his arms around her as he drags her closer, “Now you’re my husband you’ve committed to getting me out of conversations with my extended family for the rest of our lives.”

He smiles and nods, kissing the tip of her nose, “It’s a price I’ll pay willingly,” he says, his lips gentle against hers, a whisper-soft touch that she barely feels, “I love you.”

She rests her cheek against his shoulder, letting herself sink into his embrace as she watches their friends and family together, her gaze shifting from Penelope encouraging Dave to have a shot to Jack dancing with Elizabeth, and she sighs gratefully, content and happy that she’d somehow, against all odds, ended up here.

“I love you too.”

-x-

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schizosusie · 28 days ago

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THE OFFICIAL CUUNO FIC RECC LIST

here's my list of completed fics i've written that i think are actually really good, and i think people should read. from less-good to best.

See You As You Are. a tangfwhimmy e2 fic. it's not extraordinary, but i do like the au here a lot.

Resonant Bell World. rbw was my first "big fic" and while i am still pretty proud of it, i wish i had changed a few things. like fire tango. i wish i hadn't added fire tango. it's a s8 big eye crew superheroes fic, and i do really think it's good for a superhero au, and i would a hundred recommend people who like those to check it out.

Where We're At. modern au jimmy and fwhip go on a road trip together after a catastrophic breakup. if i could pick a fic to be known for, it'd be this one. im immensely proud of myself for finishing it, and the tension between fwhip and jimmy is genuinely one of the things im proudest of. that said, there's a lot of obviously contrived plot points that are just sort of shoved in there. not ideal.

Lay Down Your Head, Love. the longest single chapter fic i've ever written at 6k words, this is a collection of moments where dryad bdubs helped his friends with his sleeping magic. it stretches from s7-s9 and i do like it a lot.

Payback. a jlethubs fic. it's etho centric, and explores his aromanticism and how he shows affection to his partners. it's a pretty good one, but i don't love some parts of it. definitely a good look into how i view relationships though.

Milky Way Man. joe gets accidentally abducted by aliens (the hermits) from cleos pov as she struggles to understand this weird little beast on their ship.

Gets Me Stupid Gets Me Drunk. modern jausage fic where saus sneaks into joel and lizzies wedding and has to pretend to be dating jimmy. i do like this one a lot.

Aro Ranchers Fic. exactly what it says on the tin. im still immensely proud of this, even if it is really short.

Here In The Crops Of The Garden of Eden. post rapture e1 fic where the wither rose alliance ends up on hc season 9. genuinely one of the best things i've ever written, in my opinion.

Somewhere in Space. a post hc s8 fic centered on ren as he travels the hermetheus. i need everyone to read this. i've never been so proud of anything in my life.

#kenan's writing #talk tag

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greetings 🛳 🫘 💥🪩

HELLO !!! 🫂

🛳️: Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Romantic, platonic, or anything in between.)

ticking off alllll three of those options with snily. oopsie! sorry! but i have a snily fic planned (by planned i mean i thought about it a lil x) and it started as platonic. like a "hey i'm really interested in their friendship and want to explore it" type way. and then i was like,,,,, okay but what if they kissed once as a joke/a "well it makes sense we'd be each others first kiss" yk? AND THEN I WAS LIKE okay they're dating now and it's awful for them and everyone around them and i love it. mhm yah.

so i want to write that DESPERATELY. because it's so,,, they're so. and i've never written from lily's pov before and snily (in whatever form) is the most complex part of her and i cannot wait. i'm foaming at the mouth.

🫘: What's a new project you're doing this year?

the femininomenon fest! i am so excited (and nervous hello??? so many people omg hi) but !!!!! so many new works on the gals and the theys and the gays? YES PLS!

that was so much fun to throw together one random day and i'm genuinely so excited to watch it all come together in march

💥: Is there a new chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write?

i have one long fic planned for this year! my longest fic i've ever planned actually and @shoopsthereitis has been holding my hand since i first formed the vague thought of it monthsss ago. it's like,,, Intense. and Fun. and like a muggle meets canon type thing? but based on my plans so far it's welllll over 50 chapters which is incomprehensible to me and i've only written 30k of it and i'm Scared.

but there will be a Long messrsrarchives fic this year, mark my works,,, in pencil. AND it's jegulus? me? writing jeg? woah.

🪩: Do you have any "good" writing habits you want to cultivate?

i think we've spoken about this before but this is the year i edit !!! i am the worst at not editting and just releasing a chapter and then i'll go through to find the snippet i want to ss on my post about it and BOOM. typo typo typo.

my docs are just full of "remember to add this" "correct this later" "double check this" and every single time i go,,, what if i pressed post 🤭 my ao3 is riddled with typos and inconsistencies and that ends Here.

ask game

#asks #HIHIHI #mwah

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tablox · 28 days ago

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One of my goals in 2024 was to write every day. No word goal, no requirements, just put words in a document every day.

Most days I wrote a few sentences - sometimes more, some days it was a single sentence - but with the exception of a few days at the beginning of the year before I found a rhythm and a few days camping out of service, I did it.

It wasn't always good or even passable, but I did it. I wrote the words, I finished the pieces I wanted to finish. And because of this goal, I shared more of my writing than ever before.

In 2024, I wrote and shared over 63k words over 12 works in 3 fandoms.

I never thought I'd post anything at all and in 2024, I hit 20 posted works, including (most of) the longest thing I've ever written and posted.

I don't know what 2025 will bring, but I am maintaining the goal of writing every day. Maybe I'll write more than I did last year, maybe I won't. But the point is to have fun and do what I love, and if someone else enjoys my little stories, great! Ultimately, though I'm writing for me and that's all I need.

Just for posterity, I'm going to link the works that I posted/started in 2024. I can't wait to see what 2025 brings.💙

Doctor Who

- wherever is your heart i call home series

- wherever is your heart i call home (DoctorRose, RiverRose, Donna & the Doctor; G) - i think it's time we found a way back home (14Rose, G) - like rain that you slept through (Donna & 13, G) - the best by far is you (13Rose, G) - there's a road that's long and winding (12Rose, G) - delicate (RiverRose, T) - ephemera(13Rose, T)

- this is not the end (10Rose, T)

- when i lose my head, i lose my spine (13Rose, M)

Criminal Minds - Jemily

- liminal (T)

- want (E)

Agatha All Along - Agatha x Rio

- before we turn to stone (T, first chapter posted 12/24)

#my fic #personal #writing

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sharky857 · 1 month ago

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u still up for the ao3 wrapped asks? may i ask for the whole package (if nothings been asked yet)? 😈

Oh...

Oh lawd...

This might take a while.

How many words have you written this year? Who even counted? :°D

How many works did you publish this year? *checks AO3* Turns out it's 15.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? The Good, The Bad and The Monkey (Captain Simian fic), mainly because it's the longest fic I've ever written, finished and uploaded.

What work of yours has the most hits? *checks AO3 again* Turns out it's Unwanted Visitor (Stardew Valley fic), currently with 1.15 hits

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Idk, probably all those that got even just a single comment.

Favorite title you used Probably "Fish Out Of Water" (Hazbin Hotel fic)

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (literally, I can't think of anything in this sense ghdsklfsdjkl)

What work was the quickest to write? Almost all my uploaded works take anything between 1 day and 1 week.

What work took you the longest to write? Tentablocked (Warframe 1999 fic), ironically also one of the shortest stories to write. I just kept on "shame-blocking" myself at every turn. :°D

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? None. I can't keep anything in a WIP state for too long, lest my inspo decides to peace out as my hyperfixation diverts its attention elsewhere.

What’s your longest work of the year? See question #3

What’s your shortest work of the year? Gamer Bond (Warframe 1999 fic), 2.655 words spread into a single chapter.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? Maybe that super-dramatic fic about Amir's near death experience during a mission (totally not an Amir/Quincy fic *COUGH*). It's nowhere in any doc file, but it's still rotating in my head from time to time.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Probably "canon divergence" for the "Warframe 1999, more like Warframen't 1999 amirite fellas?" entire series

Your favorite character to write this year? Aoi "Chopper" Morohoshi (sorry, Amir!!)

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? Any Hazbin's canon one who wasn't Angel Dust, apparently :°D

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? Quincy/Amir (sibling relationship)

Which work of yours have you reread the most? Usually that happens mosty with my latest uploaded stories, so I'd say "Heart to Heart" and "New Year Kiss", both Warframe 1999 fics.

How many kudos in total did you get this year? *checks AO3 yet again, this time with a small calculator* Apparently it's a whoopin' 152

Which work has the most comments? *checks AO4 for the maybe-4th time* "The Final Breakdown" (Warframe 1999), with 24 comments

Did you do any collaborative works this year? Nu :(

Did you write any gifts this year? Ye :) "Intruder Alert" (Warframe 1999) has been a giftie to @gaogaigar-the-king (which has also aged like fine milk, considering what we finally know about the '99 events. But hey, that one is part of the "canon divergence on purpose", soo...)

Did you receive any gifts this year? Nu, but that's okay ❤

What’s your most common category? "Gen(eric)" ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What do you listen to while writing? Nothing, I need full focus and music may distract me.

Favorite work you wrote this year? Just so I'm not being repetitive, "Tough Luck" (Warframe 1999 fic)

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

This one from "Operation: Get Along" (you'll never guess that it's another Warframe 1999 fic):

Amir gradually closed the distance with the other. He would’ve also been aggressively poking his chest, had he not needed the free hand to crawl in Quincy’s direction. “Aoi can fuck shite up, Arthur can fuck shite up, and you can fuck shite up. Each one of us can fuck shite up.” He went relentlessly on, now with his nose a mere couple inches from the one of the speechless marksman. “And you know why? Because, and here’s a shocker to your egomaniac macho self, nobody is perfect! Not even you!” “So, mark my words,” the fed up technician concluded his rant, “next time I’ll hear this is all your fault, Amir or something like that, I’ll leave you with three options: a simple fuck you, a warning zap, or a broken nose.” Quincy couldn’t hold back a snort at that very last statement. “Oh, please. You couldn’t even hurt a fl- OW!” Amir had just managed to deliver a quick blow at Quincy’s nose. Fortunately for the marksman, the space they were trapped in didn’t offer much room for a full swing and his nose was left intact, only mildly aching. “Wanna try that again, buddy?” The techie hissed lowly.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (sorry, nothing come to mind)

#Anonymous #sharky's replies #AO3 wrapped ask #warframe #warframe 1999 #csatsm #hazbin hotel #stardew valley

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can-of-pringles · 5 months ago

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Talk Shop Tuesday: How do you decide on the length of your stories? How do you know whether something will be a oneshot or a multi-chapter piece - or when you do a oneshot series rather than multiple chapters of the same fic? Do you have a method for outlining your longfics or choosing which scenes will go in each chapter?

What's the shortest piece you've ever written - do you like the length of it? How about the longest piece you've ever written - same question? How much do you think about word count as you write?

(I know that's a lot of questions, feel free to skip over whatever you don't want to answer, I just wanted to give you something to focus on for a bit)

Thank you so much for sending this bestie I really appreciate it

Talk Shop Tuesday

I usually try to aim for at least 1k words. If more, then that's great obviously. I've learned not to pressure myself into writing a strict certain amount and just try to let my writing flow naturally.

I typically prefer one-shots over multiple chapters, but if I'm coming up with a more obvious overarching plot/clear cut story, then I stick to multiple chapters. Another thing is if I'm rewriting an existing media then those tend to be chaptered.

This is not to say that majority of my one-shots don't have a clear story or anything, they are more like loosely connected chapters so to speak, or maybe peeks into a big story is more correct to say. I feel less constricted when working with one-shots if I change my mind on something related to the plot. If there's an outdated one-shot it's not as big as a deal since I can either delete it or rewrite it. Whereas with a multi chapter, it feels harder to go back and change things.

I don't really tend to outline my work, though lately I've been big into spreadsheets and making timelines. Most of my stuff is now categorized by months and years, and I can decide what happens in a certain month which gets turned into a chapter or new one-shot/fic.

I feel like word count was answered above. I try not to think too much about word count as I write because I don't want it to discourage me. Sometimes I do check rarely if I've been working on a single fic for a while and it feels like it's getting long

Looks like the shortest thing I've written was Low which is 192 words. I wrote it when I was having a low (shocker /j) and was coping by writing about Peter dealing with low bloodsugar and Marigold helping him feel better I think. I think it's fine, it's certainly not my best but it only really exists as a coping fic, ( ironic when the actual fic is fairly fluffy from what I remember?)

And the longest I've written so far is When I'm Alone with You which is currently at 31,476 words. I'm honestly pretty happy and proud of myself that it's gotten that far, with still a lot more planned!

#answered asks #pringle answers #about pringles #practically an xman #talk shop tuesday

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jimothystu · 1 year ago

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Talk Hockey To Me

Tagged by @david-reinbacher - thank you Alek!!

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

So I was kind of assimilated into the hockey world through Blue Jays moots (ty <3), and it was a slow progression for me to 1) start watching 2) pick teams I liked and 3) regularly watch. BUT what really made me be like holy fuck was the final game for the Habs in the 2021/2022 season where they had 10 goals and Cole got his first hattie and people chanted Guy's name. That was insane and just gave me chills the entire time.

2. Your first ever fandom friend

Like I said, I was assimilated through Blue Jays moots, so all of them!! But probably specifically @donttelltheelff <3

3. The jersey you would most like to own

I'd love any jersey tbh. They're so expensive and I have none - so any for my favourite players would be great.

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

Jimmy Stu. James. Timmy. The wettest rag in the league. My beloved floppy piece of bread.

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

There are a lot in my humble opinion. Juraj Slafkovsky/Arber Xhekaj, Cole Caufield/Nick Suzuki, Thomas Chabot/Josh Norris (though Jeh and I have been going a lil crazy with them lately...), Quinn Hughes/Josh Norris.

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

When G got his 1000th career point and the entire Sens bench went onto the ice to hug him mid game!!!!!! Vibes per 60 were through the roof!

THEN

link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

Anything @canadian-as-puck writes for Chabs and Josh! These fics keep me sane.

AND

link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

Honestly 99% of the fics I've written the last sixish months have been ones I'm really proud of and loved writing and rereading. But here are my top 5:

Intoxicated: Tim Stutzle/Brady Tkachuk; silly fic where Timmy's high and drunk and can only speak German

Don't break the dam or you might drown in the current: Tim Stutzle/Brady Tkachuk; my longest single chapter fic in which the weight of being the Sens captain finally gets to Brady

You don't go to parties anymore: Thomas Chabot/Josh Norris; Josh stops going to Thomas's house parties and Thomas is desperate to know why

Desperate times call for desperate measures: Tim Stutzle/Brady Tkachuk; Brady's an idiot and has to win Timmy back after not realizing they were dating

Do's and Don't's: Tim Stutzle/Brady Tkachuk and Thomas Chabot/Josh Norris; G is sick of their pda

Tagging @donttelltheelff @canadian-as-puck @gordiemeow @graves-makar @may-the-puck-be-with-you @kylesdubas @lam-ila - no pressure + sorry if you don't wanna do it!!

#tag games #about me

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thesandsofelsweyr · 2 years ago

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HOLLOWED OUT

《 READ ON AO3 // TAG 》

When Jason saw that photo of Batman and his new Robin, the thin cord of hope holding him together had snapped and he had broken into a million pieces. No one was coming for him. Not one single person on the planet cared whether he lived or died, or how much he suffered, or how loud he screamed. No one except the Clown. He was Joker’s now, and he would say or do anything to get a reprieve from the torment and the pain, even if it meant letting himself be reduced to something less than human.

《RATING》 🔞 Mature 《WORDS》 15,609 《CHAPTERS》 6/6

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker, Original Male Character(s), Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Dick Grayson (mentioned), Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned), Catherine Todd (mentioned), Willis Todd (mentioned)

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

《WARNINGS》 Dehumanization, Bathing/Washing, Master/Pet, Collars, Ownership, Brainwashing, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Touching, Torture, Mindfuck, Scars, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Loathing, Past Child Abuse, Daddy Issues, Forced Nudity, Swearing

《SERIES》 Part 4 of My Arkhamverse, Part 4 of Ruined

《NOTES》

This fic is my pride & joy! It was the first thing I published after a 5+ year hiatus, and the longest story I've ever written by far!

This fic is also dark so be aware of the tags (especially the DD:DNE tag)

My Arkhamverse canon is a mix of game canon and Arkham Knight: Genesis canon. I pick and choose what I like best 😉

If you enjoy the read please consider kudosing, commenting, and reblogging ❤️

《 READ ON AO3 》 (excerpt below the cut)

Jason let his heavy head sag between his shoulders as he was dragged down the long hallway. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. The strain on his upper body reignited dull pain in his shoulders, pain that still lingered from the last time he was strung up like a slab of raw meat. The usual two orderlies, who Joker called “Left” and “Right” to amuse himself and confuse the hell out of everyone else, each grasped a bone-thin arm, showing no more concern for him than they would have for a sack of dirt. He didn’t have the strength to fight the men even if he wanted to, which he did not. Fighting was a punishable offense—he’d learned that long ago—and he would do anything to avoid a punishment. Yeah, the Clown still abused him whenever he felt like it, but punishment was a different experience entirely, the kind that lasted for hours and left him wishing for death. Just the thought of the word alone made him want to curl up and die.

We passed the torture chamber already, he reassured himself, trying not to let the fear take over and start pleading for mercy like the coward he was. They’re taking me somewhere else, someplace new.

For Jason it was a torture chamber, but really it was another abandoned office in this buried wing of Arkham Asylum where Joker kept all the toys he used to make him squeal. He was almost always punished in that room: tied to a chair, dangling from a meat hook, or, especially when guests paid him a visit, left free to crawl into a corner and contemplate how helpless he was even without any restraints.

He only punishes me when I’m bad…

He wracked his weary mind for anything he might have done to piss the Clown off lately. Not that the Clown needed to be pissed off to make him regret ever putting on that red suit. Whacking him with a crowbar was probably part of the psycho’s self-care routine. But a punishable offense? He couldn’t think of anything. Joker was usually fair when it came to punishing him. He only hurts me like that when I deserve it, and he had been on his very best behavior. At least he hoped he had. He was so exhausted it was hard to keep track of what he had or hadn’t done.

It seemed as if a lot of time had passed since his last punishment, but he had no real concept of time in this pit. Well, not since the first six months of his imprisonment, back when he thought someone might actually give a damn that he was missing. He’d tried to keep track of the days then, but after Joker showed him that photo he decided there was no point anymore.

In those early days—back when he was nothing but bad—he would fight back. He broke the wrist of one of the guest torturers, bit a guard’s ear off, even knocked a tooth out of the Clown’s stupid grin. He also tried to escape at least once a month. The guards or orderlies or the Clown himself (armed with that goddamned crowbar) would drag him back and beat him within an inch of his life. But as soon as he could stand up again he was running—or limping more likely—toward that salvation that was a concrete staircase leading up to a makeshift trap door leading out to freedom. Even then Joker made sure his ankle stayed broken, but he had way more tolerance for pain when he thought Batman was coming to beat the shit out of the Clown and his goons and take him home. Hope will do that to you.

He was a good boy now though, as docile as a whipped dog—relentless suffering for nearly a year of his life made certain of that. Joker taught him that it was easier to just submit, to obey; that life was better as a broken boy than it was as a bad boy. He no longer wished to escape. Where would he go? He had no home, no one waiting for him. At least here in this dungeon someone actually cared about him, in his sick, twisted, fucked-up sort of way. And then there was the warning of what would happen to him if he ever tried to run again. Oh God… Fear coiled like a snake around his chest, squeezing tighter and tighter as he struggled to push the memory of that terrible threat away, to push back the panic that crept in. I learned my lesson, he reminded himself as he fought for a breath. That will only happen to me if I disobey…

His mind was mercifully wrenched back to the present when the orderlies suddenly turned, pulling his limp body into an unfamiliar room and dropping him to the cold tile floor. His heart started to slow as the pain in his shoulders receded and he took in his new surroundings. The small, musty room looked like it might have been a break room or a kitchen. There was a sink, a fridge, a microwave, an empty water cooler, some cabinets—all blanketed in a thin layer of dust. In the center of the room sat a square table with four metal chairs, and beside it stood the Clown. His heart sank. Joker was grinning at him as ever, his feverish green eyes glittering with excitement for whatever sadistic cruelties he was about to dish out. The sight of the man made him want to puke.

But he couldn’t puke right now, not when Joker expected him in position. With a soft groan he slowly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, ignoring the protests from cracked bones and torn muscles. His bruised knees ached from crawling on the hard floor for the past weeks (months? years??). Since he’d been stripped of his armor Joker only allowed him to crawl; never walk, never stand. He kept his head bowed low while he waited for a command to obey.

The uneasy silence was soon filled by the sound of a metal chair scraping against the tile as it was pulled from beneath the table. He shivered as all-too-familiar dread and despair settled over him. It was about to start again.

“Come. Sit,” Joker said in a lilting voice that suggested this was a friendly request, but Jason knew better.

Without hesitation he crawled over to where Joker was standing with his hands resting on the chair back. He gripped the chair and used it as leverage to pull his trembling, broken body off the floor. Gingerly, he slid into the chair, and winced as his ass and thighs—still bruised from the wooden paddle—came in contact with the hard plastic seat. My body still hasn’t recovered from my last punishment, he thought miserably. It was hard for him to believe that this same body was running around Gotham, brawling with its colorful lineup of thugs only months ago. Now he could barely stand on his own, much less run. Even the slightest of movements awakened some awful pain from a previous beating. He was only 16 yet he felt like he was 60.

16… He was only weeks away from getting his license when he fell into this shithole. Two more years and he would’ve had his high school diploma, maybe even sooner. I wanted to go to college. I was gonna try for an Ivy. A ‘fuck you’ to Willis for giving him hell for opening a book more than once in his life. I’ll never read another book. That realization was a particularly brutal gut-punch. Books were always his escape, from his shitty home life when his sperm donor was still breathing, or when he was feeling like he, a corner boy from Crime Alley, had no business living in a billionaire’s mansion. He remembered when he first arrived at that billionaire’s mansion how excited he was when he saw the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves Alfred built for him in his new bedroom, and the hundreds of books that Bruce had already filled them with. He also remembered the pack of Marlboros he had stashed behind his (Bruce’s) first edition copy of Pride and Prejudice. This hell would be more bearable with a paperback and a cigarette. He would never experience either of those things again though. He would never see his bedroom again… or Alfred… or Bruce. He bit back tears. Willis was probably laughing his ass off in hell right now. He always said I was a loser, that I’d never amount to anything. Looks like the fuckhead was right in the end.

Read the rest on AO3→

#sands writes #my arkhamverse #series: ruined #fic: hollowed out #jason todd #joker #robin #arkham asylum #arkham knight #arkhamverse #whump #angst #collars #dead dove: do not eat #jason todd whump #jason todd angst #jason todd fanfiction #dcu

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icedteaandoldlace · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers - tagged by the fantastic @frosty-the-killer-doll ☃️🔪🪆

How many works do you have on ao3?

13.

What's your total ao3 word count?

72,472

What fandoms do you write for?

The Flash, Glee, and Gossip Girl.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Flying Free (or Free Kurt - Emma Pillsbury Style) ((Glee obvs))

Heartless (Glee)

Smoke and Mirrors (Glee)

Maybe Our Real Soulmates Were The... (Flash/Arrow)

As Frightened As You (Glee)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

It depends. Direct compliments, yes, I'll reply to say thank you. I'll also answer questions, or drop little bits of behind-the-scenes info if there's something fun attached to a detail that a reader pointed out. If the comment is simply "wow!!" or "oof" or something else that doesn't really call for a response and that I don't have anything to add to, I'll just leave it as it is.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Toss up between two:

Heartless ends with Kurt getting hit with another wave of grief after having Finn's letterman returned to him, and while he's hugging it and sobbing, for a second it feels like Finn's hugging him back.

The Longest Distance Between Two Points Is Arm's Length ends with Cisco accidentally vibing a moment from earlier in the fic, and misunderstanding what's happening in it. If he'd had context, he would've realized he was seeing proof that his mom loves him, but instead he takes it as a painful reminder that he'll never be enough for her because he's not Dante.

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

Probably Alive Again. Just two dorks playing in the rain, on the brink of falling in love.

Do you get hate on fics?

None so far.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely not.

Do you write crossovers?

Not usually, but I have a few. Maybe Our Real Soulmates Were The... is considered a crossover fic by AO3 and FFN's standards, but not by mine. My most ambitious crossover (and the one I'm most invested in) is Preppy In Pink, which is gonna be so much fun when it's ready for posting.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I certainly hope not. Doesn't look too likely, though.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Pretty sure I haven't had that happen, either. It'd be cool though.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Smoke and Mirrors started as a few lines of dialogue that @kurtbastian-land had sitting in her notes app that she didn't have a full story developed for, and posted on Tumblr for anyone who wanted to expand on it. I wrote a very dramatic continuation (the majority of chapter 1), and then @jwmelmoth gave it a happy ending (chapter 2). But then she realized we left a couple loose ends untied, so the two of us collaborated on how it should end, and wrote a few more chapters together.

What’s your all-time favorite ship to write for?

I honestly don't know. I think I have the most WIPs for Kamisco at the moment, but Barrisco and Kurtbastian are both incredibly fun as well.

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

I started a crossover AU ages ago where Kurt Hummel ends up with Eric van der Woodsen. I don't think I'll ever finish it, but I like to reread the snippets I've already written every now and then.

What are your writing strengths?

Viscerally describing emotions, setting a scene, nailing characters' voices.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Titles, titles, titles, and titles. Oh, and also titles. They HARD!! Also, I'm very bad at following my own advice to write badly and edit later. I want everything to sound pretty immediately! This is how I get stuck on the same paragraph for weeks with a whole big chunk of the fic still unwritten.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Not something I'm going to attempt a whole lot of in the near future. I have already slipped a little bit of Spanish (+1 word of French) into a couple fics, but only like a single word/phrase at a time, spoken by bilingual characters in mostly English sentences. There are also a few spots where a character says more in Spanish, but I don't write the actual dialogue, I just imply a general idea of what they're saying. I'd love to include more, but I'm not about to make a fool of myself with Google Translate—I'm sticking to very minimal Spanish until I can speak it better.

First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I finished a fic for was Gossip Girl. As for first one I started writing a fic for, it was either Gossip Girl (not the same fic) or Boy Meets World (a still unfinished Shawngela fix-it).

Favorite fic you’ve written?

I mean, A Little Help From Your Friends is pretty hard to beat. It's got everything—humor, angst, fluff, ambiguity, movie references, ROOMMATES!! And funnily enough, I gave it a title with a little help from my friend, @daftydraw (and by "a little" I mean she suggested the whole title and I ran with it).

And tagging: @starstruckpurpledragon @fictionandmusic @orangesunsets12 @thequeenofshebasays @queer-cheer @elledelajoie

#folks I tagged somewhere else in this post—y'all invited too!#tag thing #long post

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solarsavoy · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

That's so hard, I've so many! But I think I've figured it out, my top 5.

Assassin Skills Required

By far my favorite fic I've written, even now. It was based off a dream and includes characters from Krystar while focusing on the AC characters. I didn't know where I was going with it until I was halfway done, so it was written and posted live, consistently. It went from Saturdays only to Saturdays and Wednesdays and somehow I kept up the whole time thru 3 works of it. As a debut for fanfiction, it's simply the best, and I haven't been able to recreate my experience with it since. Writing live was just so... I can't believe I did it. Not once did I miss an update and it wasn't even prewritten. In fact, I outpaced my posting schedule, even after starting to post a second day each week. I'd never been so inspired than when writing ASR. Picking the top 5 is hard, but picking number 1 is easy. Link to ASR teaser.

Kristmas Karma

This one wasn't quite written live, but it wasn't written that far ahead either, and it includes a ridiculous amount of art all drawn the week before it was posted. I can't believe it was more or less posted on time. It was also partially an experiment. While ASR included all the AC characters, I still didn't know them that well individually outside of Karmagisa. Kristmas Karma changed that. I was able to write and understand nearly every single student's POV convincingly, and still reference the fic to this day when trying to feel them out. It still makes me cry and Christmas Day, despite being the single most longest chapter I've ever written, so long it was split into 2 chapters (23k words btw), still flies right by every time I reread it. Link to KK prelude.

Magic Shuu

Speaking of getting to learn about the other characters in AC, this one focuses on Shuu and the five virtuosos. What I love most about this one is how fluidly I've crossed these boys into the Sailor Moon universe. I love how I turn this very minor character and his even more invisible friends into the main stars and make them relatable. In fact, my friend who has a similarly overbearing father relates to Shuu deeply. This story just has so much heart in it. Currently unfinished, but I'll finish it someday, even if it takes me years. Link to first chapter.

Ubisoft

A Karushuu one-shot. It's playful and fun and both of them are such loveable dorks in this. XD I've reread it so many times I've lost count. My favorite part for Karma is when he stumbles out the door in the morning, tripping and nearly breaking his phone on the way. My favorite part for Shuu is how awkward his attempt to be a better kisser is. I love them so much in this. Link to Ubisoft.

Cuddles and Kisses

A Karmagisa one-shot that I'd planned to write for the longest time. It was based on an idea that someone else had, but it's surprisingly sweet and wholesome despite it being about Karma summoning an incubus. XD My favorite part for Nagisa is when he attempts to "seduce" Karma. My favorite part for Karma is when he rushes home because he's worried about Nagisa disappearing, frantically searching the house until he calls out Nagisa's name, and then hugging him in relief when he appears before him. It's just so sweet for a one-shot, and I'm strongly considering writing more for this AU. Link to Cuddles and Kisses.

Honorable mention:

Gerit

An original story set in the Krystar universe but separate from the main story. It's actually my favorite of anything on AO3, but it's technically not a fanfiction. It centers around a neurodivergent named Gerit who was abused in many ways as a child while training to be an assassin. I wrote this in the midst of writing ASR as Gerit was in the story and I hadn't fleshed him out as a Krystar character yet. It's finished, but not all posted on AO3 as I've decided the tiny Krystar spoilers at the end aren't something I should spoil until at least after book 1 or 2 of the Fragment series is out. Still, feel free to check it out. Not for the faint of heart, rated MA. Link to Gerit.

Thank you Anon, for sending me this ask. I hope my favorite reads can get some views from this. 💙

#solarsavoyasks #assassination classroom #solarsavoyfics #ao3 fanfic #nagisa shiota #karma akabane #krystar #assassin skills required #kristmas karma #magic shuu #karushuu #karmagisa #gakushuu asano #gerit lentz #fic rec

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revolutionsoftheheart · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for tagging me @majolination! 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

166,478

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Star Trek, Ted Lasso, Doctor Who, although I'm mainly posting Ted Lasso at the moment (and my Doctor Who fic has never seen the light of day!). I find it hard to go back and forth between different fandoms.

Over the course of my fandom life: Stargate SG1 and Sanctuary (which are still only on FFN at the moment), Once Upon a Time, Madam Secretary (only Tumblr ficlets).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

five (Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Picard)

plausible deniability (Once Upon a Time)

in the silence (Ted Lasso)

somewhere along the way, i should forget (Once Upon a Time)

Hide (Once Upon a Time)

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

I do! I've gone back and forth on it during my fandom life because a few years ago, I read some post that was like 'you shouldn't reply to comments because you're just inflating the numbers' and that turned me off for a while, but I like answering comments. I like talking to people and discussing fic! So I do respond. As much as I can anyway. Sometimes, life gets busy.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Surrender (Once Upon a Time), although it's really just tragic. Calling it angst almost seems to soft.

Maybe five (Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Picard)? It's a fic about a couple breaking up over and over again.

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

Probably Ethereal (Once Upon a Time). It's one of two Christmas fics I wrote in that fandom, and I think this one is the most magical and very cute at the end.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I luckily never have!

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

Sometimes, when the story requires it. I've never written smut for the sake of smut. I need emotions or something to go with it. I also dislike writing it, haha.

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

I have not written crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! But I did write a fic in French once.

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

Yes, but it was never completed and I forget where it lives. It was a group project by a few authors, to write a season together.

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

I'm going to answer this as the ship for which I've read fic the longest and that would be either Janeway/Chakotay (Star Trek VOY) or Picard/Crusher (Star Trek TNG), but this is a very hard questions to answer. The ship I've written the most for is Regina/Robin (Once Upon a Time). I love River Song/The Doctor (Doctor Who) with every single cell of my body, but I've never written anything for them. And of course, Ted/Rebecca (Ted Lasso) own my heart at the moment. So, my favourite ship? Yes.

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

Oof. Probably White Lies (Once Upon a Time). There's a chapter of it on AO3, but I won't bother linking because it's only one chapter, and although there's a full folder on my computer with scenes and I know the entire plot in my head, I don't think I'll ever have the motivation to write it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do angst pretty well, or like just emotional thoughts/scenes. Exploring characters and their motivation (vs plot, which I don't do as well, or much).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The English language? Lol. Okay, not entirely true, but my self-confidence in the fact that my English is good enough be a writer. Let's put it that way. I find that my vocabulary is never big or strong enough.

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

If the fic calls for it sure! But it needs to be done well.

I've never written a dialogue in another language in an English fic, but as a reader and as someone who speaks French, nothing turns me off a fic faster than bad French. So if I were to write dialogue in another language, I'd want to make sure it was 100% correct.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A little unknown local show on message boards 15+ years ago. It's been lost to the ether of the internet.

First fandom of my English fandom era: Sanctuary.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm cheating and saying three because I can.

Favourite fic of all time and completed? Probably Greatest Hits (Once Upon a Time). I'm super proud of that one and all the multiple AUs I created for it and the way they are weaved together.

From this past year and completed? five (Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Picard), hands down. I am so very proud of this fic. It's the first fic I managed to complete in 5 years. I feel like chapter 1 is a little rough, but by chapter 4, I impressed myself and it was a very nice feeling.

Incomplete? I've never had as much fun writing and planning something as I've had working on celestial games (Ted Lasso). I hit a bit of a wall because life got intense and then I lost my momentum, but I cannot wait to get back to it! I smile just thinking about it.

tagging in a no-pressure way (and sorry for any double tags): @broadwayfreak5357 @fandomfrolics @somewhereapart @ninzied @the-alpha-incipiens @writtenndust @quillerqueen and anyone else who wants to do it! (I did my best trying to spread this to various fandoms haha)

#about me #about fanfiction #meme #writing tag

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television-overload · 1 year ago

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Fanfic end of year asks:

1. favorite fic you wrote this year, 3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year, 5. most popular fic this year, 7. longest completed fic you wrote this year, 14. a fic you didn’t expect to write, 23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

Ooh yay! All great questions, let's see...

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

Man, I honestly don't know. For NCIS, probably How Does a Moment Last Forever just because I tend to be happier with one shots as a whole than with multichaps. Plus, I really love writing Tony and little Tali.

For X-Files, which I just watched this year and started writing for, probably Beautiful. I love writing bittersweet fics, if you can't tell.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Scene? Probably when Tony and Ziva are making dinner together in the Boxed In chapter of my Season 3 fic.

As for line... hmm, I don't know. Maybe something from the Star Wars Obi-Wan/Satine fic I'm writing, adapting The Sound of Music storyline 😂 but I usually only talk about that on my Star Wars sideblog lol

5. most popular fic this year

By hits for a fic *written* this year: Yeah, that's the Sound of Music Star Wars fic hahaha, and then my Season 3 NCIS story.

By kudos is actually sh-boom for the X-Files fandom, which kind of surprises me. It was the first one I posted for the fandom and was written on a whim, but I really do like it.

7. longest completed fic you wrote this year

"Completed" is the problem, here 😂. Beautiful (X-Files) is the longest at 4,985 words, because I'm excluding stuff I wrote years ago and only just uploaded to AO3. BUT the aforementioned Star Wars fic (incomplete) is the longest thing I've written ever, by far, at 40,057 words.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Anything besides the big projects I'm working on is pretty much unexpected. The Tony and Tali fic was a pleasant surprise, as I'd been wanting to write something inspired by that song for literal years, and the answer just suddenly came to me. Also wasn't planning to jump into writing X-Files fic quite yet, so each of those was written in a sudden bout of inspiration.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

Oof. So many. I don't even want to think about the number of small (and not so small) snippets I have written both on my computer and on my notes app 😅

I've got one that honestly doesn't need much work to make it a publishable that I completely forgot about until just now. It's where Tony stays in Israel longer than in canon and is there when Ziva finds out she's pregnant. A tried and true trope, but I love every single one of those fics and would love to write one of my own someday.

For X-Files, there's this joke that Mulder and Scully have been sharing the same pair of glasses the whole time (because the actors often were on the show), and I was planning to write something about how that got started and progressed throughout the series.

#thanks for the ask!#fanfic end of year asks #my fanfiction #ncis #txf

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whitherwanderyouspirit · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @pinkytoothlesso11! Thank you! This looks fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently only 11.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

61,178...feels like it would be a lot more! I do have several un-posted WIPs and unfinished chapters, so I'm guessing that's why my brain is doing a double-take.

3. What fandom's do you write for?

Currently, only Trollhunters/Tales of Arcadia. I have an unfinished WIP for Hocus Pocus that I've been chipping away at since last Halloween, but it's far from done. I tend to kind of zero in on a single fandom at a time, for the most part. I've been part of a lot of fandoms in the past though, so there's every chance I could jump over to another and drop a fic at any given time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Locked Rooms

Media Consumption

Snippets, Snails, and Trollish Tales

A Measure of Intellect

Sketchy Antiques

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

Many times yes, sometimes no. If I'm not responding to a comment you left on my work, I'm either struggling with social burnout or I've waited so long to respond that I feel like it would be...awkward. I am thankful for and genuinely appreciate all comments though! Sometimes, I just don't have the spoons left over at the end of the day.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Blood and Frost, which is located within Snippets, Snails, and Trollish Tales. If only because it's left intentionally unclear within the narrative whether or not the monster is the protagonist's deceased and reanimated wife or just a doppelganger. I'm not a big fan of raw angst or whump. A dash, just enough to pull the heartstrings is good, but I've dealt with enough trauma in my life that I don't read to intentionally induce negative emotions.

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

Probably Locked Rooms. It's not an end all to solve to Barbara and Walter's notable relationship drama, but it's enough of a milestone that at least one of them probably felt major relief from the outcome. Underneath the pain from the blunt-force trauma to his skull.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no. I'm very relieved that this fandom seems to honor the concept of "don't like, don't read."

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

Generally, no. I'll get suggestive and imply or tease certain inevitabilities or outcomes of what the characters intend to do, but I just can't stay engaged enough with smut to write it. I don't have a problem with smut at all, and will read it if it involves characters I ship, but I don't really get anything from it. I'm asexual, and I tend to just zone out during those scenes. I think it's a part of a healthy relationship when both parties clearly want it, so I think I'm generally clear that, yes, these two are fucking. I just...get too bored with it to write it.

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

I would with the right motivation and time, but not yet. I do read them though, if I like both fandoms.

Having come into the ToA fandom from Danny Phantom (I kept seeing that meme about good series that have "wtf did I just watch" endings and figured it was worth watching), I have brainstormed out scenarios where Vlad gets his ass chewed out by Barbara on the importance of reciprocated feelings and for being a stalker. Not motivated to write it at the moment, but it's fun to visit.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of, but I've considered translating my own for language practice. I'm fluent (albeit out of practice) in Japanese in addition to English.

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

No, but I'd be interested in collaborating if the story premise peaked my interest!

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

All-time? Oh man, I tend not to rank things like that, to be honest. My current fixation is Stricklake. Longest ship...probably Touya/Yukito from Card Captor Sakura? I was really hoping the CLAMP would explore more of their relationship in the current follow-up series but, alas, Nakayoshi has the final say I guess (because you can't convince me that CLAMP, the queens of smut doujin and shipping crack that they are, didn't want to pimp out their power couple as much as possible).

I'm admittedly not big into shipping in the grander scheme. It's less common for me to get into a ship than, say, some other aspect of a story or character. It happens, but it's not the norm.

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

I am entirely too much of a perfectionist to never finish my WIPs, even if they seem to be taking forever for me to update. If I've posted it, I plan on finishing it eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good about keeping characters in-character, from both an action and a dialogue perspective. Also grammar. Generally, I think my pacing's usually okay, though sometimes I think I draw things out too much.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have the hardest time figuring out what idle background actions are going on during dialogue-heavy scenes. This is responsible for 75% of my writing delays, lol. You would think that as someone who got their writing start in text-based role play, I would be a master of fluffing up the spaces between to up my wordcount, but not anymore! Gone are the days when I could churn out multiple 500+ RP posts. To be fair, though, I think I've finally eliminated all my more damning writing tells from those days, lol.

Figuring out how to do this better though is something I'm actively working to improve.

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

I try to stick to what I know, or get at least a little familiar with the language so that the characters sound natural enough. I will fall back on the protagonist not speaking enough of the foreign language to understand, and thus not translate it directly.

I generally won't create languages or conlang for fantasy races. I don't have a problem with them, but it's an effort that I often just don't have the energy to undertake. When writing starts to feel like work for me, the writer's block tends to set in quickly. I try to avoid that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Published or no? Published: Tales of Arcadia/Trollhunters. Unpublished...Probably Animorphs. And by "unpublished," I mean it's probably handwritten in pencil in a leftover marble notebook from middle school.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Currently, A Measure of Intellect. I enjoy exploring the modern fantasy aspects of ToA that would theoretically occur post-reveal in Arcadia Oaks. It's an aspect of modern fantasy that I think often gets overlooked because the reveal is often designed to be set as the ending of a series. It's always been my favorite part to fantasize about though--how the mundane world and fantasy can intermesh and interact.

If I can ever finish In Betweens and move on to post-Trollhunters works set in that series, I think some of the things I'd like to write would be my favorites. I just need to figure out the details of this plot and get it done...

#Ask Game #Fic Writers Ask Game #Long Post #Why the heck is there no underline option for text editing on this hellsite?!

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