#tmr: gen fic

[mazegays]

16 (no, 15) toothbrushes

A late birthday gift for @pathsofoak . I really hope you like it, despite how toothbrush-focused it became <3

Thomas doesn’t know what they expect to learn from him. It’s not like he’s doing anything–he doesn’t even have a treadmill this time.

If they’re using this room to invoke something in him, it’s not going to work. Thomas doesn’t remember what his childhood bedroom looked like, but it couldn’t have been like this. Grey walls bleed into grey tile floors, which creep up to the lighter grey of the metal bed frame. The sheets underneath the grey duvet are white, laundered every week. Thomas has spent days trying to get the corners of his bed made perfectly, but there’s always something off.

He looks at the desk when he needs a pop of color. It’s solid wood–no hidden drawers, false bottoms, or clues there–and the dark brown swirls aren’t giving up their secrets. He doesn’t have the chair anymore, not that he misses it. It had been grey, too, and less comfortable than his bed.

His door… in his head, a child’s door would have posters or drawings on it. His door used to slide open, that’s how it had worked when they’d put him in here, but on the last day he was allowed out they’d replaced it with a hinged door and a visible lock and a spot for food. 

The lights go out automatically–or maybe controlled by someone else just to mess with him–before he can find the bathroom again, but he just runs his fingers over the wall until he finds it again.

The door to the bathroom is the original grey, blending in with the wall if you don’t know where to find the seams. The continuous plain grey tile is barely even helpful. The sink and toilet and too-neat towels are white, and the pre-programmed shower is tiled with grey hexagons instead of grey squares.

He’s not even allowed to make eye contact with himself in the bathroom mirror, because there isn’t one.

His toothbrush, which must be changed out when he’s asleep, is a dark blue right now. But he’s had light blue and green and yellow and purple.

You’re supposed to replace a toothbrush every three months. It’s one of those things Thomas knows he must have been taught, though he can’t remember who taught him. Four toothbrush changes… if they’re not just messing with him, then he’s been here for a year, and locked in for a little under half that.

The bathroom door opens easily, it never locks like the other one used to.

Why would they switch a locking door to another type of locking door? If they could keep him here anyway, why waste the resources and labor on it?

They must really want him to know that he’s locked in. That he can’t go anywhere.

It’s worse than last time, somehow.

finish on ao3 or continue reading

He’d thought the white walls would drive him crazy. But at least he’d had the treadmill. He’d been able to run.

This time, he’s talking to himself, describing the wooden desk and the food he gets out loud. He’d had to get used to his voice again, after not hearing for a while. Maybe he can avoid that this time. They’re going to let him out eventually.

He’s getting fed. He knows he’s being watched. He doesn’t even use the fully-charged tablet he has. One of the corners is chipped, and the screen is cracked on that side. The day after they locked him in, he’d checked it to make sure there wasn’t a code or puzzle or something he had to solve to get out. There’s not much left on it, if there was anything in the first place. They probably just gave him a random tablet to try and keep him busy.

Maybe they want to see if he’ll try taking it apart and making himself a way out. But the components of a tablet won’t pick the lock, and that’s assuming he could take it apart successfully.

Thomas isn’t sure why he hasn’t just smashed it on the floor yet, or thrown it at the wall. It’s not like he uses it.

He’s not sure what they’re going to do if he does. Maybe just replace it with a new one, the way they do his toothbrushes. Or would they leave the broken pieces scattered on the ground to see what he does with them?

Would they step in if the glass from the screen cut his hands open? Or would they leave him until he was passed out or asleep, to ensure that he didn’t get any interaction?

Thomas isn’t curious enough to find out the answer to that one yet.

He puts the tablet on the desk and goes to bed.

He doesn’t have anything else to do, anyway.

Thomas’s toothbrush has changed again. Pink, this time.

He hopes that they’re changing it at random, trying to throw him off. It can’t have been three months already. He would have noticed that much time passing.

His wooden desk, his only color, has been taken, too. It’s been replaced with a metal nightstand for the tablet to sit on. He’d stopped counting the swirls in the wood a while ago, but it had been something different to look at. What are they going to take next? His bed? Is he going to wake up and find the bathroom sealed off, a grey bucket in its place?

He stares at the tablet again. Turns it on, today. There’s no date, no time–not that he’d trust them to be accurate if there was. He’s too familiar with WCKD’s games for that.

Thomas can’t remember the last time he changed his clothes, but they’re all the same anyway: A black shirt and pants. Maybe he just grabs the same ones after he showers and puts them back on, over and over and over again.

Some days, he gets out of bed just long enough to eat and shower. He can only pace the room so many times, and walking in circles only makes him spiral further into his head.

He’s been coming up with names for his food, lately. He doesn’t usually say them out loud–he doesn’t want them to know what he’s doing. But he tells himself what every item on the tray is, and rates it out of ten. Sometimes if he closes his eyes, he can pretend he’s eating in the Glade–the food tastes too fresh for him to pretend it’s from the Scorch.

He misses Chuck. Chuck would ask him a million questions, if he were here. He would ask why he wouldn't try to find or make a way out, why he hasn’t bothered with the door.

He'd tell Chuck that WCKD wouldn't change out the door if they meant for him to try and get out.

He's meant to be stuck here. 

Chuck wouldn’t get that–not that Thomas would really want him to. Teresa would, he thinks. She might be here now, watching him through the cameras. He doesn’t know what she wants from him anymore.

He doesn’t know what WCKD wants from him anymore.

When his toothbrush changes to brown, he thinks about Minho’s eyes, and then maybe his arms, too. He hopes the Right Arm is treating everyone well, at least better than WCKD did. Hopes that they all got somewhere safe.

Thomas stopped hoping that he’d see them again somewhere around the yellow toothbrush.

Maybe they’re all dead. Maybe they think he’s dead. Maybe they're searching for him. Probably they gave up already–not that Thomas can blame them for that. 

Light blue again, to start the cycle over. Thomas inspects this toothbrush thoroughly, trying to memorize the swirls and patterns on the grip. He even takes a picture with the tablet.

He should have thought of this sooner. It could be just like the Maze, a hidden code that will reveal itself as he looks at the rest of the toothbrushes.

He's wasted so much time. He could have solved this sooner. 

It doesn’t look like this toothbrush comes apart to pick a lock or hide a key or anything, but one of the others could. There’s got to be something to it.

When Thomas finishes his inspection, he puts the toothbrush back carefully. He doesn’t want to mess it up and risk missing a clue.

He counts the blueberries on his food tray when it comes; 54. He doesn’t count anything else, but he’s still giving each item a name. He’s trying to be original, but Thomas doesn’t know that many names–he doesn’t know that many people–and he doesn’t want to use the names of his dead friends because if he started calling his food ‘Chuck’ he’d probably stop eating it.

He doesn’t know why ‘Stephen’ keeps popping into his head as an option, but he steers clear of that one, too. It doesn’t feel right to use it.

Thomas studies the door again, trying to see if there’s something he’s missed. A spot for a toothbrush to click in, something like that. But there’s nothing, just a regular door with an old-fashioned lock that he can’t get through.

The pictures he took of the toothbrush stay on the tablet instead of being deleted in the middle of the night or even just remotely. He wonders who’s watching him. Wonders what they think of him.

Wonders if it’s Teresa. If this is something she’s involved in, again. He thinks–knows–they grew up together. Maybe she’s in her own room, set up like this, now. Maybe it only works if it’s happening to both of them.

Mostly, when he’s not trying to figure out the secrets of the toothbrush or scratch a mark into the walls or his bedframe (impossible), he thinks about Chuck, or Newt, or Alby. Any of the Gladers, really. But especially the dead ones. Even Gally. Thomas isn’t sure anymore if he dreamed up the whole thing about him still being alive.

He doesn’t know why he would dream up Newt begging to be killed, either, but that feels more real. Thomas can’t explain why.

Would they have thought up a way out by now? Tried something he hasn’t thought of? 

Green. It’s got a slightly different pattern to it, and Thomas is sure now that he can’t have been here for…

He can’t have been here for two years. WCKD had been, at least externally, on the brink of collapse. That’s why he’d come back, he was going to help the Right Arm take down WCKD and get the Immunes somewhere safe.

He hopes his friends are safe. That, even if they’d been looking for him, they’d given up in favor of protecting themselves.

The lights flicker a little when they dim, which is new. Thomas should stay awake and see if they do it again, but he thinks they might add something to help him go to sleep when they want him to, because he’s never been able to count how long it takes for the lights to come back on.

It could be a full day, for all he knows. Or only a couple of hours. At least the bathroom lights don’t ever fully go off, not while he’s in it.

The green toothbrush is much harder to inspect in the dim lighting, but he’s still able to get a couple of pictures with the tablet before he can’t fight off the urge to sleep any longer. 

Thomas wakes up to the smell of hot food, which he hasn’t had in so long. They usually don’t serve him anything warm, but it must be a special day, or maybe someone was feeling especially sorry for him. It’s toast with jam, scrambled eggs, and a waffle with chocolate chips and syrup. Thomas doesn’t take his time with the eggs, because they’re gross when they’re cold, but he savors the toast.

He cuts the waffle up into 25 pieces, not at all equally sized, and chews each one until it’s mush in his mouth. The chocolate chips he lets sit on his tongue until they melt all the way. He doesn’t know when he’s going to have chocolate again.

Thomas has barely slid the empty tray back through the door when another one comes through.

The food has never had a set schedule, but it doesn't usually come this close together… the waffle had still been warm, when he’d finished. 

Thomas doesn't know what they would do if he tried to hoard food. They'd catch him immediately, but it’s not like he can eat this right now, even though it’s just a couple of apples.

He puts them in the drawer of the nightstand and slides the tray back.

Nothing else happens.

Maybe it’s some sort of code or clue, but it’s not one Thomas understands. Maybe it's just a mistake and he’s overthinking it.

It's not like they don't give him snacks sometimes. He'll just hold onto it until he’s hungry.

When Thomas wakes up, he checks his drawer for the apples. They're still there, and they're still giving him full meals, so he leaves them alone . He doesn’t get any more apples, and he doesn’t get hot food anymore. He misses Frypan’s cooking. Even if it was a bit suspicious at times.

Nothing else goes missing from his room, and the lights don’t flicker again, at least not in his room. Maybe the flicker was on purpose, to let him know they were turning the lights off, since he was still in the bathroom. He’s never been in the bathroom when they turned the lights off before.

Thomas decides that tomorrow, he’s not going to get out of bed at all–not even for food.

Maybe to go to the bathroom, if he really has to.

He wants to see what they’re going to do if they think he’s given up.

Maybe they’ll try to send Teresa in, if she’s here. Maybe she’ll tell him something. Give him some human contact for the first time in… he doesn’t know how long.

Thomas is up before his food arrives, and he doesn’t move when he hears the slot open. He hears it open again, later, and still doesn’t move. Normally, if he still has a tray, they won’t send a new one in. 

When it opens a third time, he glances over at it as best he can while he’s laying down. He doesn’t want to move too much. Sitting up would be taking too much interest.

The first two trays look like his normal bland food with water–Thomas can’t tell if it’s cereal, oatmeal, or porridge–and a little side with either fruit or vegetables.

The third is just two apples.

Again. What are they trying to tell him? Thomas still doesn’t get up, even though he really wants to investigate. 

When his lights come on again, he puts the apples with the other two in his nightstand. The other two trays are gone, but not moving for a day isn’t enough to warrant a visit, apparently.

They’re probably still tracking his brain waves. They’d know if something was wrong, at least with his brain activity. It’s not like they can see his thoughts.

They can make him and Teresa telepathic, though, so maybe he shouldn’t rule ‘seeing thoughts’ out of the list of things WCKD can do.

A hunger strike won't get him out of here–they'll probably force-feed him or knock him out and give him a feeding tube. He's not getting out until he solves their puzzle or they let him out. 

Hopefully he's on the right track now.

When his toothbrush is changed out for a yellow one, Thomas studies it the way he'd studied the first two. There’s no easily apparent pattern, not that he’d expected it to be revealed so early in the cycle. He takes pictures of it to compare later. The texture is the same as the other two, which probably doesn't mean anything.

He keeps his normal routine outside of inspecting his toothbrushes. Nothing has gone missing for a while, though he also hasn't gotten a replacement desk yet. He wonders if they're ever going to put something in that empty spot or if it had just been a reminder that they can take anything they want from him, and he'll be unaware of it until they turn the lights back on to wake him up.

As he eats his bland beige food for the day, he tries to recall what the waffle tasted like on his tongue. How long had it taken for the chocolate chips to melt? The egg, too–he never thought he’d miss eating an egg. And the jam would probably go well with breakfast today, but he doesn't have any.

It feels like it’s been a month since he had food that tasted like anything. No, a year.

Whoever had been serving him that day must have felt bad for him, but they were probably fired or at least aren't allowed to feed him anymore.

Actually, Thomas isn't sure how employment at WCKD works. How many people working here know what’s going on?

The guards have to, they'd been chasing them down and everything. The scientists would, too. And everyone in charge does. What's the hiring process? Or has WCKD just been kidnapping all of their employees the same way they kidnapped all of their subjects?

Thomas is going to give himself a headache if he keeps thinking about it. 

He tries to tell Teresa that he wants to talk to her, but it doesn't seem like it works.

He doesn’t know if she's even here. Or Ava, or Ratman. If they're not using the toothbrushes to mess with him, then it's been years. Ava and Ratman, unless they found their cure, might have succumbed to the Flare by now.

Teresa wouldn’t have, but Thomas can’t remember the full list of Immune Gladers, so he doesn’t let himself think about it. It’s difficult, because he doesn’t even have counting tiles to distract him.

He tries to remember what color toothbrush he got after yellow, last time. Was it the purple or the dark blue? Or maybe it was the pink.

He should have been paying better attention last time, and then he’d know already. Maybe he would even know the way out by now.

The next toothbrush is purple, and Thomas can only despair over how little information it gives him. There’s nothing helpful. He should only have three more colors after this one, he should know something by now!

He tries reaching out to Teresa again, but she’d been better at their telepathy than him. For a long time, probably. If what he remembers from the Changing is correct. If she gets it, she doesn’t respond.

He’d take ‘Captain Gally’ as a conversation partner right now, even though he’s pretty sure they’d end up fighting. They’re better than they were in the Glade, but if they were trapped together again it probably wouldn’t take long for them to come to blows.

He stares at the door wistfully. There’s no way they’d let him get so thin he could fit through the food slot. He wouldn’t be able to get his head and shoulders through, anyway. He just wants to leave.

“Can I leave now?”

He doesn’t expect a response, but he probably wouldn’t have heard it if one came. Has his voice always sounded like that? Or is it just echoing back at him?

He’d thought he’d been doing a good job, talking to himself and counting his food and everything. But it hasn’t been enough to save his voice from getting rough. He clears his throat a few times, but doesn’t speak until he has food to count again.

When he’s thinking about his food, he’s not thinking about his voice.

The dark blue toothbrush doesn’t have any clues, either. Thomas throws it against the wall and screams until his voice gives out.

He stays awake as long as they let him, trying to catch the person changing out his toothbrush and towels and he never does.

He thinks about throwing the apples in his nightstand, too. It would probably be more satisfying than a toothbrush. But he doesn’t trust WCKD enough to give up any food, in case he needs it. 

Thomas tries to hide the pink toothbrush, not that he has many places to hide anything. Maybe he needs to keep all of them and put them together so that he can find a pattern that way, because he’s not finding one in the pictures.

A brown toothbrush is on the sink the next day, and Thomas can’t find the pink brush anywhere.

He remembers when he first got to the Glade, wondering how they hadn’t given up yet. It’s so much easier to reach out with trembling fingers and grasp at hope when it’s the only thing he has. (Physically, he’s grasping at his arms with untrimmed nails.)

No routine to keep him busy, keep him moving. Nothing else to think about.

What good does this data do WCKD? Thomas has never been able to decide, and they’ll probably never tell him.

He’s tired. He wants to leave, but there’s nothing he can use here to get out and his only idea has completely fallen apart.

Thomas lets the food trays pile up for a few days before he goes back to eating. Long enough that the smell starts to make him gag without even getting out of bed.

It’s the only form of control he has.

Thomas compares the new light blue toothbrush to the pictures he has of the last one, and the pattern is different.

Okay, so maybe it’s the colors that go together, and not the patterns. That still means he’s missed one of the patterns already, but maybe he can figure it out anyway. Thomas will get out of here or die trying.

He’s stopped trying to reach out to Teresa, though he’s been catching himself talking out loud as if she were here with him. Sometimes he has conversations with Chuck. Sometimes it’s Newt or Minho, or even Brenda.

Thomas wishes that surprised him more, but he’s been alone for so long that he doesn’t know what his other options would be. It’s not like he hadn’t already been talking to his food, anyway. This is just another form of that.

He gets a couple more apples, and puts them in his nightstand with the others. The oldest ones haven’t gone mushy or molded yet, though Thomas hasn’t bitten into them to see what’s inside. They don’t even give him flimsy knives to cut his food with, so he can’t check unless he wants to eat one.

Maybe they’re genetically engineered to be shelf-stable for a long time. Thomas doesn’t know if that’s something WCKD would have a hand in, but maybe they did. Or maybe it’s not a recent change.

It doesn’t matter, anyway. He’ll leave them there until he has to eat them or until they go bad. 

He wakes up and the lights are off. Does WCKD have power outages? Surely they must have generators.

He doesn’t manage to stay awake long enough to get out of bed. Thomas does have some interesting dreams, though. One is about a stampede of elephants, which he’s pretty sure are extinct, and he doesn’t think that they stampede anyway. But what does he know?

The other is about dodo birds, which have been extinct for centuries. They’d been saying his name. Thomas doesn’t know that much about them–extinct birds weren’t on WCKD’s priority list, apparently–but he doesn’t think that they were able to speak.

Thomas takes as long of a shower as he can when he wakes up for real, thinking over what little he can remember about his dreams. The water shuts off automatically around what feels like twenty minutes, though Thomas knows he’ll never be sure. Especially not now, with his sense of time as warped as it is. It doesn’t turn back on, and he doesn’t expect it to. Maybe tomorrow.

While he’s trying to figure out how long he was in the shower for, the dreams slip to the back of his mind, details fading away and leaving only a sense of strangeness.

He doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night again.

When the green toothbrush appears, Thomas doesn’t use it for a few days. He hardly does anything other than stare at the pictures and try to put together a pattern. There’s a drawing app on the tablet, and he traces over the pattern lines to try and isolate something that he might not be able to see while it’s on a rounded surface.

He doesn’t find anything, but the door opens anyway.

Thomas doesn’t look even when there are hands on his arms, trying to take the tablet and toothbrush away. He grips them tightly, ready to scratch and bite if he needs to. He needs these.

“Greenie, come on, you’re scaring me here.” Thomas knows this voice. Hadn’t he just wished he could speak to Gally? Maybe not quite that, but something like it.

He’s probably hallucinating now.

“I have to get out. I have to figure out the pattern so I can open the door, Gally, just leave me alone so I can finish it!”

“Thomas, the door was unlocked.”

“No, it wasn’t. It can’t be that simple.”

“I walked right in.”

“They changed the door. They put a new lock on. It can’t be that easy, there has to be something I have to solve. I always have to solve something, I have to figure it out before I can leave.”

“No, we can just leave. I don’t know if it’s been that way the whole time, but we can leave. I’m making you leave.” Gally sounds like he’s trying to convince someone, and that makes Thomas more sure that he’s making the whole thing up. Gally’s not here. No one is here, because it’s always going to be him by himself in the end. That’s how WCKD made him start, and that’s how they’re going to make him end. Alone.

“I tried the door.” He must have. He must have, right? He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t not try the door. It’s the simplest solution, the first thing to do. 

But he hadn’t. He hadn’t, because he’d convinced himself that it was going to be harder than that. That it had to be harder than that.

He still doesn’t let go of the tablet or the toothbrush; Gally’s given up on getting them out of his grasp.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t even try. It can’t be this easy. It’s not supposed to be this easy.”

“Thomas, come on, I’ve got to get you outta here. You’re bleeding.”

“You never call me Thomas. You’re not real.”

“Slim it, shuckface, we’re leaving. I don’t know what’s goin’ on in that klunk head of yours, but I’ll carry you if I have to.” That’s what Gally sounds like. Maybe it is Gally, then.

Gally doesn’t make Thomas leave anything behind, and he even agrees to carry the apples instead of Thomas.

He keeps up the steady stream of talking he’s been doing recently, not really aware that he’s speaking every thought that comes to mind.

“–haven’t had anyone to talk to in so long, I think it’s been like three years. Maybe longer. Because of the toothbrushes.” Thomas doesn’t pause for anyone else to speak, and he hardly notices that Minho’s there until he’s forced to look him in the eye.

“Gal, what did they do to him?”

“Just put him in a room alone, I think. He thinks the toothbrushes are his way out. The door wasn’t even locked. He’s been talking to himself like this the whole time.”

“Hermanos, we can figure this all out when we’re safe. Move it.” Jorge? He doesn’t look much older. Neither does Gally or Minho, they all look about the same. Maybe they got haircuts or something, but that’s it.

“How long has it been?” It’s the first thing he’s aware of saying since Gally first got to his room.

“About six months.”

“That’s wrong. You’re supposed to change toothbrushes every three months, and I’ve had five colors twice and two colors three times.” That’s right, he knows it is. “One of them got taken early, but it should have been at least five years.”

“No, Thomas.”

The only reason Thomas doesn’t drop the tablet and the toothbrush is because Minho’s grabbing at him.

He doesn’t know where they’re going, he doesn’t know who else is there, and it doesn’t matter because Thomas doesn’t know how he got things so wrong.

It was supposed to be a test.

It was supposed to be difficult.

Thomas shouldn’t have gotten things this wrong. He’s supposed to be smart. He’s supposed to solve puzzles and fix things.

Gally and Minho don’t make him put a door on their cabin until it starts to snow, and the only lock it has is a simple latch to keep it from swinging open in the wind.

This doesn’t stop Thomas from spending hours staring at it if he’s left on his own, but they’re working on that.

Usually he’s just not left alone. Especially when he starts talking to Teresa or Chuck.

By the time it’s warm enough for the blanket door to suffice, he can handle a few hours alone in the cabin without talking to the door, so they leave it up.

The scars on his arms have faded a little more by then, too. They’re never going to go away–infection had set into the oldest of the wounds by the time Gally found him and he’s lucky it hadn’t spread upward–but when everyone knows what happened, no one asks any questions.

Thomas doesn’t remember making them, doesn’t remember digging his nails in again and again. He doesn’t think he wants to. Maybe he did it in his sleep. Maybe he was awake and just didn’t notice. He’s never going to know.

He doesn’t remember a lot of what happened right after they left, either. He knows he thought Gally wasn’t real. Actually leaving? Nothing. It’s normal, apparently, but it unnerves him more than he’ll ever admit. That he doesn’t remember what he said and did that makes Minho and Gally and Jorge watch him so closely.

He doesn’t want to ask them, not yet. Maybe he will, someday. When he’s wrapped his head around his five years of isolation only being six months, when he’s figured out how to stop talking to ghosts whenever he’s alone.

Maybe then. Maybe they’ll tell him before that, slip it into their stories of what they did while he was in that room.

Thomas doesn’t care, as long as they don’t make him go back.

[voidcat]

i. welcome to summoners rift

characters: narumi gen, gn!reader

a/n: the game i had in mind while writing this is league of legends.. boo i know. anyways i tried to keep the LoL terms down so itll be easier to understand. reader is implied to be a part of first division- part time operations leader but more involved in data collecting and medical side of things, (I’ll decide fully later)

. i need to make this pathetic loser suffer in games so bad its not even funny anymore... first of many more fics to come im afraid

The first few times to play it safe and because it’s what you’re used to, you take a generic support class— Seraphine got crowd control, enough damaging spells to trigger a DoT or do some extra last minute damage, provides shield, speed and health.

A well balanced support and pretty, Narumi cannot help but think as the Seraphine on his screen hits ctrl+3 and dances for the third time while waiting for the opposing team to make a move. You seem to know what you’re doing, you placed wards, dance when it seems idle but keeping your attention enough to cut it when you suspected an ambush few times. Plus it’s one of the most recent skins you got for the champ so he knows you know how to play the champion, despite your low score on her-

After all, not everyone has been playing this damn game for 5 to 10 years now, a newbie is no problem as long as they know how to play and show it. You leave the minions to him, heal him at critical moments the enemies thought he was dying so he can attack back and get them one by one— you’re good, and you’re especially good with him.

By the time the entire team gathers on the same lane, pushing to the opposing team’s base, you send your ult at the perfect moment, charming four enemies at once and creating the dream situation of any player.

Well, the rest of your team slowly dies because of heavy damage over time they took but it’s alright. The screen says in big letters: PENTA KILL! With his champion icon right under it, and in the game chat even the opposing team congratulates him, saying it was insane game play.

Then Narumi hears that same melody since the beginning of the game whenever you hit the dance animation and a new message in the game chat:

> victory dance for that lovely penta ( *｀ω´)

Reading the message, he watches your champion dance with his eyes glued to the screen, heat rising up to his face… absolutely adorable is what it is. Standing there with his champion, he then hits ctrl+3 as well to join you on the dance, letting the minions carry on.

The game is about to end, the opposing team begs in the chat to not end, to keep playing, meanwhile his team makes some jokes referencing early minutes of the match. Then at the last second, Narumi quickly types in and hits send.

The chat box reads: ‘support diff’

Before queuing up for another game, his hand acts on impulse and invites you to the lobby.

And to his surprise, you accept!

The sound of message notifications reaches his ears short after and he quickly reads over.

>awww >seems like someone enjoyed my presence;P

Adorable and cheeky, this just might be his best in game interactions by far. without a word, he queues up another game and another, the night goes on.

messages from you in-game keep on coming, at one point he thinks to himself "what he hell is a fryslan bop" to which you just send a keyboard smash followed by a "its a song lol"

so you are a chatter, he gathers quickly. not often but when you do, you send in a lot. he soon catches up to when you're actually talking versus spamming a song's lyrics while having Seraphine dance in your stead.

until you cancel the queue start up and send a message.

>gotta go >its late >booo >we jst got started >work tmr sry T-T

with a sigh, he watches as you leave and tries playing another match, but for some reason during the entirety of the match, he has no fun.

when you log into your game accounts in the evening, relieved to have an easy day, you notice a few friend request. "kaijuslayer"

you click accept and before you can open another tab, you instantly receive a lobby invite. its unreal how quick this person is... and how much he enjoys gaming, apparently. with no plans for the night and no desire to do anything else, you accept the invite.

Narumi is over the clouds to see not only has his request being accepted but also his invite too. gaming is more fun when you are winning, and thus playing with people who know what they're doing. you pick the same champion again and accomodate to his various picks, supporting him however he needs. it's perfect, it's distracting. while the two of you wait for the client to find another match, you begin to talk. since it's a friday, he tries his shot and asks if you'll stay for longer this time.

>nah >my v much serious v grownup job has saturdays too >and awfully early waking hours >sucks to b u> v serious v grownup huh >yea? >im starting to suspect u might b a child >OLIFSDJFIGOJSDOLŞGJSDFOLŞG >the calls coming from inside the house

before Narumi can send a reply, the 'match found' screen pops up and the two of you leave it there.

the match starts off smooth. he's farming a good amount, the two of you reached level 6 before the others, and as the opposing lane tries an ambush, you hit them with your ult, charming them in the process. as narumi begins to unleash his combo, your slowing down waves slither there gently, quitely. then follows your shield and speed buff, and right before his very eyes, your now-powered-up-double skill hits the enemies and the screen reads: "TRIPLE KILL" with your icon next to it.

as much of an ideal support as Seraphine is, Narumi remembers the fact all too painfully that Seraphine was first released as a midlaner... a very much capable AP damage unit if built that way. a part of wants to see, and a part of him is afraid of what he might see if he goes to check which items you have purchased- or if it was a brilliant calculation by itself.

as Narumi stares at the screen, Seraphine dances again, sometimes ending the animation to go around him. seeing him frozen for far too long, you ping him few times. as if his misery, and his kills stolen wasnt bad enough already, your team's jungle has the audacity to send a message to in-game chat. 'supp diff'’

complimenting his support? his duo? Narumi begins to see red.

as you begin to teleport back to the base, you send an emote of one of the characters, tongue poking out, winking and doing a peace sign.

and on his side of things, narumi gen cannot find it in him to stay mad at the turn of events- because just look how endearing and cute you are! it's alright if you took a kill or two by accident, you're still his support, his duo after all!

despite the... technical errors, the game ends in another victory and with you doing a victory dance again, now pinging him if he's staying idle until he joins you as well. his heart cannot take it. it's too much... and as if you are dead set on being the final blow, you send cute emotes, and whenever he sends one back, you reply with another, it goes and goes until the matches end.

a flood of message notification sounds brings him back to earth again.

>heeeey >r u gonna start the queue some time this year? >oh btw pick a color

puzzled at the last message, he says a color, not expecting much out of it. until he sees you have picked another skin with the chroma he said. candy and teeth- you are so adorable and charming, so bad for his poor health. waiting in your lane, you begin the dancing animation again and narumi grins at the screen, watching you dance.

oh no, this is bad. this is pathetic even for him now... he cannot be possibly finding some gamer maybe across the country, someone he never saw nor even heard the voice of charming...

maybe that annoying part time operations leader was right about his... pent up frustration... if he's this down for a game model supposedly representing a person, maybe you had a point when you implied he goes to seek some action and revive himself of whatever's been building up down there.

there is no way he can let anyone learn about this- worst of all, you. with your stoic face and condescending eyes, you'd never let him live that down.

Him! Narumi Gen! the first division captain and the strongest anti-kaiju combatant! he'd rather die than give you the satisfaction of knowing he's so desperate to get some sort of friction he's starting to mix an online person with the character they're playing.

aggressive pings snap him out of his running thoughts and he realizes he's a little behind game-play wise.

now, looking over at the match stats, it doesn't seem all to unsalvageable. he better get to it, there's a match to win and a lovely duo to impress.

[conjectureand-gloom]

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hamilton fanfic recommendations

2023 reflection post

fandom list, fanfiction request masterlist, written works, wips, asks, tags and mutuals under the cut

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fandom list ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

hamilton (feel free to request for any hamilton ship, i love them all so much, alexander is the absolute DREAM for a multishipper. alexander is my main target for angst! this is my main fandom)

jesus christ superstar (jesus/judas or jesus/judas/mary mainly for jcs, but feel free to ask for any other ships and i’ll consider it!! and no, i am not religious. i have been raised christian, but just ended up with religious trauma)

a good girls guide to murder (pipravi fluff and angst :) but i’ll so gladly write fics about sal and andie, or becca. ravi is my comfort character, and i just torture pip relentlessly)

nevermoor (personally i’m more of a cadence/morrigan girly, but fics for nevermoor will mainly be gen! i love found family, so jupiter & mog fluff or angst is my favourite)

in the heights (canon ships mainly, but feel free to ask for other ships! i’m not in the ITH fandom much, so these are going to be much more inaccurate)

newsies (again, more gen fics, but i do ship dave/jack. also i love angsty crutchie fics. this is one of my smaller fandoms, so these will be super inaccurate)

keeper of the lost cities (preferably marella/linh or tam/keefe! but again, feel free to ask for any ship!!)

hunger games (gen, preferably. but i’m team peeta in case anyone was wondering. fuck gale.)

maze runner (okay i haven’t read or seen TMR in ages but newt/thomas)

divergent (canon ships only. and no, christina/tobias is not canon.)

six (gen all the way. found family. also i love katherine howard angst over any other queen)

the song of achilles (achilles/patroclus? literally what other ship is there????? this is my favourite book)

wednesday (wednesday/enid. i feel like this requires no explanation. also. angst fics. i almost exclusively write angsty wednesday fics, rather than enid. i love the whole of the addams family, and i love familial hurt/comfort)

marauders (i’m not in the marauders fandom much at all, like i really only know the actual hp canon marauders. so.)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fanfic request rules ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

i’ll write for any fandom listed above, i love them all! however i am much more active in hamilton, agggtm, jcs, nevermoor and kotlc, so those fics will be much better than the other fandoms’ would be

i’ll write any genre other than smut, and angst/whump is my absolute favourite. any AUs you could think of, literally anything, i’m not picky!

i won’t write romanticised abuse, non/con, or anything like that. that’s not to say that my fics can’t have dark aspects, but i won’t romanticise any of that.

on that, i’m not going to write any non/con, romanticised or not

also, i won’t write omegaverse, nor will i write y/n or self insert fics. nothing wrong with those genres, i just don’t write them!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ written works ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

It’s Only A Matter Of Time - A Hamilton Watches Hamilton Fic

i wish i could say that was the last time

call me son one more time

when they surround our troops

then a hurricane came

take a break

and his right hand man…

she was holding me

the great war

we got traffic on the west side

steal into my affections

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle

fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

my father wasn’t around

philip, you would like it uptown

i may not live to see our glory…

an outrageous demand

stay alive

my dear, angelica

to convince you that i love you

but this situation’s helpless

like mother, like daughter (agggtm)

“but now this room is spinning…”

“i’ll call out your name but you won’t call back”

“like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon”

me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you (gifted to @holes-in-my-false-confidence)

baby it’s cold outside

the entire exposé (inspired entirely off of @jittyjames��� fanfiction series ‘the price of his war’)

my world is burning (yet another fic based off of jami’s series ‘the price of his war’)

i’m sorry if any of these links are incorrect, i spent over an hour on just this section

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ wips ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

achilles, come down (last two works in series still need to be written)

je m’appelle… lafayette? (one chapter to go)

lams (taylor’s version) (a few chapters to go, unsure if it will be finished)

you’re the one who disappears (agggtm, unsure if it will be finished, or when)

judas’ death (jcs angst fanfiction)

untitled (hamil-gang liminal spaces au longfic thing idk)

febuwhump drabbles (possibly)

be my valentine challenge

so big/so small (so big/so small from deh but hamilton and his ma)

bloom like rose thorns (a longfic that may or may not ever be finished)

rewrite of ‘i wish i could say that was the last time’ and ‘call me son one more time’

baby don’t cut (lams angst based off of a song with the same name)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ collaborations ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

fem!hamilton au with @jittyjames and @firebalda

if anybody is interested in collabing at all, please hit me up!! i love writing with other people!!!!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ asks ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

please send me any asks at all!!! and also please put fic requests in my ask box, i did say that i would have your request out in 6 months, but i have had one sitting in there for over a year (sorry jami.) but um. i promise im trying to get better at that

also, feel free to ask for fic recommendations!!!! i’ve linked a post earlier in this post with a huge list, but it’s not fully updated with some more recent fics :)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ tags ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

asks- all the asks ive answered, these are also tagged with the url of the blog, or with anon dearest if it was an anon ask

akeyla ml- posts about/with my incredible incredible partner @holes-in-my-false-confidence who i love so much ❤❤❤❤❤❤

tag games- self explanatory, tag games :)

sleep is overrated- me trying to fix my sleep schedule in 2024

personal- personal vent posts. please block this tag, i have had someone unfollow me before because of these posts :)

₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ mooties ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

@jittyjames

@like-the-stars-i-shine (irl friend for 5 years now)

@holes-in-my-false-confidence (my partner, irl <33333)

@felizusnavidad

@weeping-in-the-willows

@swiftieannah

@the1laff

@anixknowsnothin

@purpleblobfrompluto

@starduckys

@now-thats-his-bride

@kwilooo

@evilteapot (irl friend)

@my-dear-gal

@idontwanttobeabuzzkill

@mynightsoutofsight

@cc-horan28

i have more mutuals, but this is everybody who i interact with more often and i actually consider to be my friend. if anybody wants to ever message me or actually become friends with me, please do!!!! i love talking to you guys, please message me, i promise im not scary <333

[its-tea-time-darling]

because it's international day of sign languages, i'd like to recommend two tmr fics that contain sign language - if you know of more feel welcome to add on!

in The Name (Thominho, 8k) by @dunne-ias, an important side character is deaf and sign language is present.

summary:

When Newt hears the name for the first time, it barely registers with him. It’s the beginning of term after all, and Minho is a friendly guy. There’s nothing really noteworthy about Minho retelling a joke he heard from Thomas Agnes, the guy who sits next to him in his linguistics class. It is a funny joke, but the name of the boy who told it to Minho is soon gone form Newt’s mind. ---- Basically, this is Thominho told almost entirely through the POV of Newt, who only knows Minho and doesn't meet Thomas until the end.

in snapshots (gen, 4.3k) by @dahliia04 (which was a gift for @pathsofoak at last year's secret santa) minho uses sign language because he has a difficult relationship with his voice after the torture at wicked.

summary:

Chuck made it out of the Maze, but not with the other boys. Reunited in Paradise, they learn that WICKED hasn’t set their futures in stone.

[serenaew]

Serena's Masterlist: Filk

Last updated 28/12/2023

Harry Potter

[Filk] Sing for you in the dead of night (T, Snarry, complete)

[Filk] Game Over (T, Snarry, complete, TTO Dracula the Musical: Zu Ende)

[Filk] Nocturne (G, Snape x OC, complete)

[Filk] Old Lord Voldy (had a soul) (T, TMR / gen, complete)

[Filk] Embers and Soot (G, no characters, complete, multivoice)

Phantom of the Opera (all media)

Voiceteam Triumphant (G, gen, complete, multivoice)

[Filk] This World Is Mine! (T, Carlotta / gen, complete)

[Filk] Podfic Home (G, complete)

The Sound of Music

[filk] Ea-Nasir's Favourite Things (G, Mesopotamian RPF tto My Favourite Things, complete, multivoice)

[Filk] I've been bamboozled by ebay-Nasir! (G, xkcd, complete)

Assorted fandoms / tto

[Filk] From the life of a C. elegans researcher (G, Science fandom, complete)

[Filk] podfic podfic filk (G, the llama song, complete)

[Filk] (Voiceteam) Over the Rainbow (G, tto Over the Rainbow, complete, multivoice)

[Filk] I like the Voiceteam (G, tto I like the Flowers, complete, multivoice)

Blaviken [filk] (T, The Witcher, complete)

Poison & Win(?) (T, This Is How You Lose The Time War, complete, multivoice)

[Filk] Proem: Helen, Achilles and the Great War of 1,200 BC (G, Greek Mythology, complete, multivoice)

[Filk] The Flan-King (G, Voiceteam filk tto Erlkönig (Schubert), complete)

Details under the cut!

Harry Potter

[Filk] Sing for you in the dead of night (T, HP: Snarry, complete)

Summary: In which Harry sings his heart out, Severus responds in kind, and they try to make it safely out of Hell. Additional Tags/Warnings: HP:EWE, original tune, Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice 

[Filk] Game Over (T, Snarry, complete)

Summary: As the war ravages on, they meet again, years after Snape's betrayal. Additional Tags/Warnings: AU (from DH), Unresolved sexual tension, filk, inspired by Dracula the Musical, Ambiguous / open ending

[Filk] Nocturne (G, Snape x OC, complete)

Summary: Flute solo filk (fanmusic), written for EtherealTrail's Snapebang fic Remedial Venom. Additional Tags/Warnings: flute solo, original music, Romanticism, Impressionism, Dark Academia

[Filk] Old Lord Voldy (had a soul) (T, TMR / gen, complete)

Summary: About the creation of Voldemort's Horcruxes, tto Old MacDonald. Additional Tags/Warnings: Crack

[Filk] Embers and Soot (G, no characters, complete, multivoice)

Summary: An a cappella mashup song of Chim Chim Cheree (Mary Poppins) x Once upon a December (Anastasia) x In Noctem (Harry Potter). Additional Tags/Warnings: Filk, mashup, a cappella, original arrangement

Phantom of the Opera (all media)

Voiceteam Triumphant (G, gen, complete)

Summary: You are compelled to sing. Voiceteam filk tto Masquerade. Additional Tags/Warnings: Voiceteam 2023

[Filk] This World Is Mine! (T, Carlotta / gen, complete)

Summary: What if Carlotta strived for universal domination? Additional Tags/Warnings: Crack, space opera, self-aggrandisement, tto This Place Is Mine (Yeston / Kopit)

[Filk] Podfic Home (G, complete)

Summary: Wherever podfics play I know I'm home Europodfriends filk tto Home (Yeston/Kopit) Additional Tags/Warnings: Europodfriends 2023

The Sound of Music

[filk] Ea-Nasir's Favourite Things (G, Mesopotamian RPF, complete)

Summary: A complaint about the world's most (in)famous ancient copper merchant, set to music. Additional Tags/Warnings: inspired by xkcd 2758: My Favorite Things, tto My Favourite Things

[Filk] I've been bamboozled by ebay-Nasir! (G, xkcd, complete)

Summary: A complaint about ebay, inspired by above filk. Additional Tags/Warnings: inspired by xkcd 2758: My Favorite Things, tto My Favourite Things

Assorted fandoms / tto

[Filk] From the life of a C. elegans researcher (G, Science fandom, complete)

Summary: About my favourite model worms, tto "Row your Boat". Additional Tags/Warnings: C. elegans

[Filk] podfic podfic filk (G, tto the llama song, complete)

Summary: The podfic version of "llama llama duck". Additional Tags/Warnings: tongue twisters galore

[Filk] (Voiceteam) Over the Rainbow (G, tto Over the Rainbow, complete)

Summary: Voiceteam filk tto Over the Rainbow! Additional Tags/Warnings: Voiceteam 2023

[Filk] I like the Voiceteam (G, tto I like the Flowers, complete)

Summary: We all like the Voiceteam. Additional Tags/Warnings: tto I like the Flowers, Voiceteam 2023

Blaviken [filk] (T, The Witcher, complete)

Summary: Jaskier walks into a bar, after "Rare Species"... Additional Tags/Warnings: Possibly unrequited Geralt / Jaskier Serena's Notes: I took more of an advisory role in this, but that doesn't stop me from loving how it came out!

Poison & Win(?) (T, This Is How You Lose The Time War, complete)

Summary: About the final poisoned letter from Red to Blue. Additional Tags/Warnings: tto Posion & Wine (The Civil Wars)

[Filk] Proem: Helen, Achilles and the Great War of 1,200 BC (G, Greek Mythology, complete)

Summary: A venerable Greek P(r)oem where everybody got three epithets. Additional Tags/Warnings: Iliad, tto Prologue (Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812)

[Filk] The Flan-King (G, Voiceteam filk, complete)

Summary: A Flanfilk inspired by Flan and Goethe's Erlkönig. The filk of [Poem & Podfic] The Flan-King. Additional Tags/Warnings: flan, tto Erlkönig (Goethe & Schubert)

[neuvistar]

hi sorry i lied i might post the fic tmr i’m so sorry again/gen 😭🙏

[kurov1864]

Okay folks it's time for contemplation of my self-identity!! Wow do I love spilling my guts out to the online world. Currently it's 12:31am, so we'll see how long this takes for me to write finish :D

Today's topic of choice is... gender!! So. I'm female, biologically that is. I've never really felt uncomfortable in my own skin, except for like the usual beauty concerns and whatnot. My dressing style is extremely feminine, I like having a lot of whites, greens and blues in my closet. More of the innocent and calm vibe, basically.

But now, why, why do I wanna be a guy?? Gen I don't have a fucking clue. I've like changed my pronouns to include he/him on some of my other platforms, so anybody can address me as he/him or she/her. But like I've never felt uncomfortable being feminine before?? And I don't have a desire to be seen as a guy either. I'm not sure if it's like all the mangas and manhwas and fics that has officially like ruined my worldview and rational thinking, but it probably has something to do with being a femboy.

Okay hm that just makes it sound like I'm sexualizing them. Let me explain. I want to be a male, like biologically. I don't mind having female parts but I wanna have male parts too, so like intersex? I'm not sure what you call it.

But I wanna be seen as a girl. But I don't want to only have girl parts. I think that's the best way of explaining it tbh.

I've come up with a number of theories as to why I think that way.

1 - I actually have been internalizing all the times I've read bl and now it has affected me mentally.

2 - This has nothing to do with the bl and I'm just born like that

3 - I like surprising people.

4 - I gen have no fucking clue.

So yay that's my daily reflection for today!! I'll try reflecting on my trauma tmr :3

Also it's only 12:39am now wow I wrote this quick

[dovveri]

Uni work low-key sucks😭 thankfully I'm on my break rn cuz that kind of work makes you wanna drop out 😭

Oooh I've never tried mangosteens actually but I know people say it tastes good so I'll give it a try 😋

Don't rush and take your time, love your fics but you should not overwork yourself!

REAALLLLL omygod i just finished my massive essay on intergenerational trauma like……… i cant wait to reward myself and write abt things that dont make me depressed tmr so hopefully maybe i get sth out tmr (if i dont sleep for the entire day that is this essay gen broke me)

YAAASSSSS idek where to find them i only tried them bcs i was in malaysia over the new year

[baked-potatoad]

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[maiverie]

( ୨୧ ) ── ꒰ update ! ꒱

hi hi everyone !! just wanted to share a super quick update <3 i know this account hasn't been properly active in a month so i firstly wanted to apologise for the inactivity and also keep u all in the loop abt what i have planned in the future :>

( note : it's kinda late here so i'll answer asks tmr :0 <3 )

ㅤㅤ↳ the reason for my inactivity is quite multifactorial but boils down to a lack of motivation to write / be on tumblr + many commitments irl !! ive been working + studying a lot, which has kept me busy :(

ㅤㅤ↳ i don't have plans to deactivate this acc or anything so don't be concerned about that!! not that anyone would even care saslkddjsj just wanna put that out there!! i still very much have a passion for writing, though admittedly my motivation has taken a bit of a hit. nothing really to do with you guys / tumblr,,, i think i just have a tendency to overthink things and sometimes writing can be stressful when ur brain literally mf hates itself :’>

ㅤㅤ↳ a few months ago i reached a new milestone (4 digits!!! that is literally so effing slay IM CRYING) but didn't get the chance to say anything soooo THANK U ALL SOOO MUCHHHH AAAA im seriously in awe at that number because tbh i really don't feel like i've achieved much w this acc T_T sometimes im super embarrassed that my masterlist is so puny and i've only got the one completed fic,, but reaching such a cool milestone is more than enough for me to be utterly grateful. in saying that, i'm so so so sorry abt how horrible my updating schedule is :’’> i'll definitely try to work on it and be more consistent :( in the meantime, if anyone has any idea on like milestone ideas then pls pls pls lmk *-* <333

ㅤㅤ↳ anyways, if you're wondering what my plans are next, the first thing i want to do is update & finally complete triage !!! i have about 2-3k written so far but the final chapter will probably reach 7k+ (kms) :’’> i have sm wips i want to publish and start, but i probably won't do anything about them until my other ongoing fics (misconduct and doublespeak) are on a somewhat steady trajectory to getting finished (i.e. i have a good understanding of where they're headed).

ㅤㅤ↳ to any moots that are reading this (but tbh blr literally looks so dead that i wouldn't even be surprised if nobody sees / reads this HAHAHS), i will defs catch up on all ur updates <33 i really wanna be active again on this acc so ill probably be reaching out sometime soon to say hi :’>

ㅤㅤ↳ lastly, i noticed some people are recommending my fics and asldk;fjl;kjew im literally crying like it genuinely makes me so happy that people are even reading my shit like?? hello?? yall got some questionable ass taste but tysm for enjoying my fics :< i gen love yall sm u !! don't !! even !! know !! sooo yeah thank you so much for all the likes, comments, reblogs, recommendations, or any other sliver of interaction bc yall are the best and i love writing and i love enhypen and i love u all MWAH MWAH MWAH !! anyway i'm probably gna sleep now but tysm for reading this long ass post aksjjadjss ill answer asks tmr!!!

ㅤㅤ— lots and lots of luv from mai <333

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[anwynb2003]

How I Go About Writing A Fic

Step 1: Read the book/Watch the movie/Play the game

This is an obvious one, but I need to be aware and familiar with the piece of media.

Step 2: Have it become a hyperfixation

Quite possibly the most important step, and yet one I have no control over. I need to have this thing stuck in my head for the time being, without much else to distract from it.

Step 3: Get the idea

Another obvious one, I need a plan before I start writing. For the sake of an example, let’s say “hypothetically”, that I currently have 2 hyperfixation: Maze Runner and Newsies. Now, let’s say I get the idea to combine them because Newt and Crutchie give off a similar vibe. Now I have my idea; A TMR Newsies AU.

Step 4: Flesh it out

This is where I get to figure out how the other parts of the world fit together; in our example, I’d figure out which characters would be which. Thomas is Davey, Chuck is Les, Teresa’s Katherine, maybe Minho can be Jack, and obviously the inspiration for this was Newt as Crutchie. Janson can be Snyder, Ava Paige can be Pulitzer. Just little things like that, maybe Vince can be the bar guy and Mary can be Miss Medda.

Step 5: Gen or Ship?

This is also a very important decision, and it sometimes comes before the last step (4 and 5 switch around a lot). Do I want this to be a ship fic, or a Gen fic? I think personally I’d make it Gen  or Newtmas, but maybe it could be Minewt or something, it all depends on who’s writing it (or I’ve seen that some people ship Minho and Teresa, so maybe it can stick closer to the plot of the musical).

Step 6: Start writing

Pretty self explanatory, I start writing the fic to see if it clicks, see if I have anything better than just a basic idea. If I do, great! If not, well what’s another abandoned doc when I already have so many?

Step 7: Rewriting

If I make it past step 6, I’ll repeat this one anywhere from 1-3 times, possibly even more. I want what I put out to be good, y’know? The best I can make it. I know someone else could do it better faster, but I want it to be my version of my idea, so I keep going through until it’s as good as I can make it.

Step 8: Posting

The fic is done, along with the rewrites, now it’s the world’s problem. If others like it, great. If not, maybe they’ll like the next thing I post.

I dunno what my point with this post is, maybe I’ll just make some people laugh or see similarities, maybe I just wanted to share my AU idea in a way that had a point (feel free to build off it, just tag me if you do, I wanna see!). Regardless, Props if you made it this far.

May your ventures into writing be successful, and your hyperfixation last for months but give you enough breaks to do your homework and eat!

[its-tea-time-darling]

secret santa fic compilations

lists of fics created for different ships for the maze runner secret santa 2022 💚

soniet

brenderesa

thominho

minally

thomesa

one of a kind (thominewt, thominally, brenderemas, thomally, gen)

newtmas

[thetomarrylibrary]

Hey! Do you know if there are other fics that are similar to Full Circle by tetsurashian? Or something along the lines of it? :)

I love that fic! So, are you asking for reincarnation or time travel redo fic with humor or lightheartedness? Maybe try:

Thomas Riddle and the Lamb of Dreams by RenderedReversed | 18K | Complete | Teen | HPTR

Tom Riddle is granted his right to reincarnate under one condition: a probation period of 25 years in his next life, supervised by the very god that's claimed him—the God of Dreams, formerly (in life) Harry Potter.

No one mentioned being born back in time, in an alternate dimension, forced into the "champion" role by said god. Or, now that he thinks about it, actually liking his supervisor, who is a cuddly lamb at his best and an irritating nuisance at his worst.

And a horse. Tom figures it's rather important to mention that part, since everyone else seemed more than happy to ignore it.

By now he's sure his life is just cosmic irony defined.

In Lukewarm Water by RenderedReversed | 30K | Abandoned | Teen | HPTR

This life was his chance--his single, given chance to fulfill his promise. And Harry knew that he wouldn't give it up for anything in the world, even if it was for his beloved parents. "Then, owl me for my signature on the disinheritance papers," he said calmly, gaze never wavering once despite their shocked looks.

"Why?" Why him?

"Because I'll follow Tom past the ends of the world," Harry replied, smiling wryly, "and, well, even on to the next. I made a promise, after all, and it's only right to keep it. So I'll follow him through thick and thin, just like he followed me."

Summary subject to change. Slash is eventual TMR-LV/HP. Dedicated to those who love their relationship, of any kind!, with a slight lean towards the more intimate side... because we all know they're two halves of a whole.

Why am I persecuted? by Arsonic | 4K | WIP | Not Rated | HPTR

He couldn't see much , it was all such a blurry mess. He felt jolts and warmth as if being draped in something and then passed around like a parcel.“Congratulations Mr and Mrs Granger, it’s a boy!”ORIn which Tom Riddle is reborn.

The Magical Way of Life, Writ Large by eaivalefay | 15K | Complete | Teen | HPLV

Harry and Voldemort are magically thrown together as they get sent from one time to another. Will they ever end up back where they started and finally be rid of each other?

[reccer’s note: not redo/reincarnation, but a crackfic where Harry and Voldemort jump into other characters’ bodies across time. Hits a similar note, even if it plays with different tropes.]

(And, er. I usually don’t self-rec, but since this is a pretty specific ask, I have actually written a fic that was semi-inspired by Full circle, although it’s Harry and Tom dimension travelling instead of reincarnation.

each morning i get up i die a little by kyrilu | 1K | Complete | Mature | HPTR, ADGG

Gellert is meditating in his mystical Seer Room of Seeing once again trying to envision a world where Albus Dumbledore would fuck him rule by his side, when he is interrupted by two time traveling idiots who knock over a powerful aphrodisiac potion.

)

For a non-HPTR/HPLV option, Oh God Not Again! by Sarah1281 is definitely a classic for a reason when it comes to cracky redo gen.

If you or anyone else wants non-cracky reincarnation or redo recs, I totally have some; just shoot me another ask! :D

[rareavian]

So I went and read what I had written because it’s been... a year and a half. And I think I might one day get back to writing it. Or maybe I’ll put it up for adoption so that I can read it without writing it myself.

Also, before I forget. This is a gen fic with no set pairings yet, but it will definitely not be HP/TMR, unlike Danse Macabre.

Leave me a note, I guess, either on Tumblr or AO3 or Fanfiction.net if you’re interested in reading it (or even having shared guardianship over it). And if you need an excerpt or more info before you consider, let me know too~

So idk how many of you are originally Danae Macabre readers, but for those of you who are, I have this unfinished fic that I started on for NaNoWriMo 2018 and never did finish.

It’s a bit rough and unedited, basically a plot bunny that I gave skeleton too but not much meat or skin. And I’m also not sure if I’ll ever get back to it.

That said, is anyone interested in reading what few chapters I have of it?

It basically features Hadria Potter (but now with a different name) and her ‘Twin’-Who-Lived but with a twist. Idk if it can be considered crack. I did start writing it because I thought it would be funny to do a WBWL (actually not quite but along those lines) but with Hadria-esque ridiculousness and without all the usual drama and bashing (or at least less than the usual) that comes with that trope(?)

[ao3feed-minewt]

Obligatory TMR Chatroom Fic.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NCXQnu

by HufflepuffAlchemist

What it says on the tin.

Words: 111, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Maze Runner Series - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thomas (Maze Runner), Newt (Maze Runner), Minho (Maze Runner), Teresa Agnes, Brenda (Maze Runner), Aris Jones, Harriet (Maze Runner), Rachel (Maze Runner), Sonya | Elizabeth "Lizzy" (Maze Runner), Gally (Maze Runner)

Relationships: Everyone & Everyone, Minho/Newt (Maze Runner), Harriet/Sonya | Elizabeth "Lizzy" (Maze Runner), Aris Jones/Rachel (Maze Runner), Teresa Agnes/Thomas (Maze Runner)

Additional Tags: Chatting & Messaging, Crack, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Bashing, Ships are minor - Freeform, Everyone is an idiot, chat fic, Texting

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NCXQnu