#ts fic exchange

[ollieofthebeholder]

do you have opinions of people podficcing your works? I wanna get into podficcing and I enjoyed your fic a lot so i wanted to play around with it to practice (nothing may actually come of it, i may realise that it's too painful listening to my own voice, But,)

My opinion is that I would possibly die of happiness if this happened.

In all seriousness - I am never going to be upset about people wanting to do stuff of/for my works. Fanart, podficcing, I'm good with it. The only thing I would prefer is that if you're writing something in the same universe, you check in with me first. Other than that, feel free!

And share it with me if you do. I'd love to see it!

[formlessvoidbeast]

I have multiple fics currently revealed but still anonymous in the Original Works Opportunity exchange! I can't tell you which are mine yet, but also there are a lot of other good fics in there to read so filter wisely and have fun!

Click here to try and find the more-than-two fics I have in the exchange!

[naminethewriter]

You're Not Alone

Chapter Three: Alone No More

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Back again with the @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift for @edupunkn00b! It's slow going but it's going! Only one more chapter and the epilogue left. Hope you enjoy 🥰

Summary: Logan, Janus and Remus are celebrating their first Christmas as a married couple but a snow storm strands both Janus and Remus elsewhere, leaving Logan home alone. Knowing that the situation will trigger their husband, Janus and Remus need to find a way home.

Content Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, mentions of panic attacks and flashbacks

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The door swung open to reveal a person covered from head to toe in thick clothes. Clothes that Logan recognized from this morning when Janus had left for Patton’s. His husband hates the cold so even for the few hours of sledding he had dressed like he was going skiing for the entire day, though he hadn’t worn everything for the drive. Now though, he wore the thick jacket buttoned up to his mouth, the hood up and a pair of sunglasses that were designed to keep snow out of the eyes. And it was obvious that it had been necessary with how much snow was clinging to his clothes.

“Would you let me come in, darling? Despite the many layers, it still feels like I’m freezing,” Janus said after a few moments of Logan simply staring at him.

Logan went from frozen to hectic within a few seconds. He pulled Janus inside and shut the door with more force than necessary. He began to wipe the snow off Janus’ clothes with bare hands, all the while rambling anxiously.

“What happened? How did you even get here?! Why are you here? Weren’t you at Remy’s? You must be freezing! What if you have hypothermia? We can’t get to a hospital in this weather!”

Cold hands grabbing his own startled him out of his panic. Janus had taken off the hood, glasses and gloves and his heterochromatic eyes were staring into his blue ones.

“Breathe, darling. I’m fine. Yes, I’m cold but that is a good sign. If I were hypothermic, I would be running very hot. If you would be so kind and get me a towel, I’ll get out of these clothes and we’ll talk about how I got here when you’ve calmed down, okay?”

Logan nodded, still shaking slightly. Janus gave him a task to focus on, something concrete to do and that alone helped him calm down. Still, he hesitated to leave, a part of him convinced that this was an illusion, that Janus hadn’t actually come home, that he was still alone.

His worries must have been written on his face because Janus smiled and squeezed his hands.

“I’ll be right here when you get back, starlight. I promise.”

That was enough to reassure Logan to set off to the bathroom. On his way he counted his breaths, in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. His heartbeat had mostly normalized as he opened the cupboard they kept their towels in. He grabbed one larger and two smaller ones and made his way back to the entrance.

It was silent as he travelled back through the hallway. He couldn’t hear Janus and again, he worried that he had just imagined the ringing of the doorbell and his husband coming home, but as he rounded the last corner, there he was, on the floor, struggling to pull off his boots. He smiled at Logan and suddenly he felt so much lighter.

This was real.

Janus was really there.

He wasn’t going to be all alone.

“Thank you, dear,” Janus hummed as Logan handed him the first towel. He wiped his face with it, then pulled off his slightly damp socks and wrapped his feet in the soft material with a sigh. Logan moved behind him and dried off his long hair, though it was barely wet, safely hidden under the hood and scarf Janus had worn. Said articles of clothing hung on their coat rack, dripping water steadily on the floor. They should move those to the laundry room soon.

Again, it was almost as if his husband read his mind when he commented:

“I should probably take a shower after taking this all to dry in the laundry room.”

“While I do agree with moving the wet clothing, I do not believe showering is the best option. If you do have some form of hypothermia, warming up too quickly could have adverse effects and I know you tend to use hot water to shower,” Logan argued while his husband pouted at him.

“Then how am I supposed to get warm again?”

Logan blushed slightly and avoided eye contact. Despite being married to both Janus and Remus for months now and having previously dated a couple years, he was still rather shy about openly showing affection. He cleared his throat.

“Sharing body heat is probably the best method.”

He didn’t need to look to know that Janus was grinning at him teasingly.

“Is that so?” he hummed. “Then are you willing to share your heat with me, my darling?”

“Of course I am. But we should get you into some dry and warm clothes first.” Logan didn’t hesitate in his offer, but his cheeks do turn a deeper shade of red.

“If I was Remus, I would suggest leaving clothes out of it entirely, but I would love to put on one of my sweaters, actually.”

Logan sighed at the mention of his other husband. He hoped he and Roman had managed to find a hotel room to stay in. They should call them once Janus was taken care off.

“I’ll put the clothes away, would you be a dear and fetch me my self-care day outfit?” Janus asked with a smile that Logan found he could never say no to. Not that he wanted to, he wanted to know his husband was not freezing to death sooner rather than later.

“You are the best,” Janus said when Logan nodded. He gathered the jacket, scarf, boots and other equipment he had taken off, pressed a kiss to Logan’s cheek and disappeared down the hall.

Logan himself went upstairs to their bedroom, but as he tried to enter, he found the room locked. Right. Of course it was. A precaution he had agreed to. And a necessary one at that since he could vaguely remember having a flashback intense enough that he would have locked himself inside if he had had the opportunity to do so. Janus had told him where he hid the key this morning in case Logan actually needed to enter their room for whatever reason since he wouldn’t remember during a flashback. And maybe it was the aftershocks of having one, but he couldn’t recall where the key was.

“Janus?” he called, after having walked back to the staircase, hoping his husband would hear him.

“Yes?” came the quiet but clear response.

“Where is the key for the bedroom again?”

“In the kitchen, under your Crofter’s jar!”

“Right,” Logan mumbled to himself before calling a thank you to his husband and going downstairs to retrieve the item.

He found Janus there already, only dressed in a long-sleeved shirt, leggings of some kind and his house shoes. He held the key out for Logan to take while using his free hand to set up water to boil, presumably for tea.

“You want some as well?” he asked as he handed over the small object.

“Yes please. And sorry for making you wait.”

“It’s alright. This layer is completely dry and warm enough for now.”

“I will still hurry.”

“Thank you, darling.” Janus pressed another kiss to his cheek and Logan hurried back to their bedroom, the promise of cuddles with his husband and a cup of tea very appealing to him as he was hit with a wave of exhaustion.

~~~

Ten minutes later, Logan and Janus sat beside each other on the couch, their legs tangled together under a blanket and each with a cup of their respective favorite teas in hand. Janus now wore his hair tied in a loose bun, his favorite yellow sweater and very comfy pants that Remus liked to steal from him occasionally.

Logan couldn’t be more comfortable but still he couldn’t quench his curiosity.

“Would you mind explaining to me now how you got here?”

Janus sighed and leaned forward to place his mug on the coffee table.

“It’s simple really. I walked.”

“You walked?”

“Yes.”

“From Remy’s to here?”

“Yes.”

“Through a snowstorm?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Why would you do that?! Do you not understand how dangerous that is?! You could have died! How did you not die?”

Logan was shaking and Janus carefully extracted the cup of tea from his hands and placed it beside his own before pulling him in a hug.

“I was well aware of the risk, honey. But what else was I supposed to do?”

“Stay where it was safe! Wait until the storm had passed!”

“Knowing you were here alone? Knowing you were already on the brink of a panic attack as soon as you hung up? I couldn’t do that, Logan. I never want you to have to experience those flashbacks again. I hate seeing you hurt like that. It breaks my heart and if you would allow me to pay that woman back for what she did to you, I would in a heartbeat, as would Remus. I think he has at least twenty different plans on how to make her life hell written down somewhere. I couldn’t stand the thought of you being here, alone, for however many hours it would be until the storm clears. I had to get to you. No matter what.”

“You could have died, Janus,” Logan said, his voice breaking. Both of them were crying, clinging onto each other as if it was the only thing keeping them alive. It felt like it was to Logan at least.

“I know. Remy told me so at least a dozen times. But you’re more important.”

“I’m not more important than your life!”

“To me you are.”

Logan sobbed and hid his face in Janus’ chest. His husband let it happen, stroking his hair and nuzzling against it.

“The important thing is that I made it here. Don’t think about what could have been and just be happy that we’re here together. You can still yell at me tomorrow.”

“I will.”

“I know. I’ll look forward to it.”

“You are incorrigible.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now rest. We can prepare dinner together after a nap, okay?”

“Okay.”

Logan didn’t move and Janus made no attempt to separate them either and soon, both drifted off.

~~~

They awoke a few hours later to the doorbell ringing constantly and someone pounding at the door.

“LOGIE?! ARE YOU OKAY? CAN YOU HEAR ME?? OPEN THE DOOR! I WON’T LET YOU BE ALONE ANYMORE!”

The calling continued as Janus and Logan looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Remus?!”

[demonstars]

wawawawawa also funny

[msmargaretmurry]

since you mentioned HAW matthew being different from florida matthew i had to say that what you get of your florida matthew in the land between our bodies is so good as well. i can't let HAW keep getting all the (deserved) love because i reread the land between our bodies recently and have been rotating it in my mind. the glimpses you get of their past, the feeling of unfinished business in the present, the yearning, and of course the sweetness of the last scene. impeccable

aw, anon ❤ that's so nice of you!

land between our bodies is a fic that was really hard for me to write — it was for an exchange, and i'm bad at writing to a deadline, and also was super super stressed and busy that december (as i am all decembers) (sigh), so the fact that it was a gift was the only thing that got me to crank that story out. i had to wrench it out of my brain chunk by chunk like pulling teeth 🥴 so i haven't really revisited it since i wrote it. but i do appreciate the love! the most important thing was that the exchange recipient liked it, obvs, but it's one of those where i kind of extra appreciate the comments and kudos because it's like, idk, because it was so hard to write i didn't feel like it was good, so it's a nice little surprise when people like it enough to tell me so. so thank you!! ❤

also, yes, the matthew and leon in that fic are — not totally different from HAW!matthew and leon because they're all based in the same rpf characterizations, but definitely a different approach for me, which was a weird challenge after being in the HAW!verse for so long. i'd really like to write more florida!matthew (and more versions of both of them!) ... one day when i have free time again. 😂

[usoppinggg]

oh i've wanted to ask this for a bit but i keep forgetting kfbhkdfjg

how'd you come up with the haki training scene in "Follow the Unknown With Something More Familiar"? like zoro's explanation for haki and how usopp perceived it differently? & are there other hcs/interpretations you have for haki that you didn't include there? chomping at the bit to learn about this bc i adore that scene so much

also in general i love usopp and observation haki stuff, god its so good. i have like 3 wips for haki related stuff that i need to get back to kjfhgdfg

Thanks so much for asking, Berry!!! That fic is one of my favourites that I’ve ever written, and I especially adore that haki scene so I’m super amped to talk about it.

OKAY SO! That fic was written for an OP fanwork exchange, where the prompt was that post-time skip Usopp had a crush on Zoro that turned out to be reciprocated. For some reason or another, I had a very vivid image of Usopp and Zoro sitting in a grass field working on their haki together, and the entire fic was written around that scene.

Fun fact: even though that scene was the one I had in mind when starting, I initially only wrote a rough draft of it before starting at the beginning and writing linearly, so when I came back to it I was able to churn it out really quickly. This entire fic was churned out incredibly quickly. I was like a woman possessed.

ZoSopp spent a lot of time together post-ts, so I wanted to explore how their relationship grew during that time, hence the overall plot of the fic. Given the timeline, plot, and physical environment of the post-ts settings, Zou was the best place for the haki scene I had in mind.

Haki is pretty abstract in the series so far, especially observation haki, which hasn’t been explained very much. And that gives us writers quite a bit of freedom in how it works! I don’t want to go into too much detail about my haki hcs because I have an Usopp-centric fic in the works that explains my vision of haki more deeply. But I will say that in my mind, because haki is a manifestation of someone’s spirit and willpower, it’s a phenomenon that is very individualized to each person, so it manifests differently in everyone. For someone like Zoro, who aims to be stronger so he can protect his loved ones, his haki manifests when he’s driven by that protective and survival instinct. For Usopp, who feels emotions very strongly and is motivated by his friends, his haki is linked tightly to his feelings and determination to not let others down.

We know that haki takes a long time to master, but in this fic, I wanted to capitalize on 1.) Usopp’s ability to quickly pick up skills and acquire knowledge, 2.) his existing skills and sight as a sniper, and 3.) his emotional connection to his crew. Also, I really like when Usopp subverts all expectations of himself and accomplishes amazing feats that no one else can.

I wanted that whole scene to be Usopp in a trance-like state, with him enraptured by how much more he is able to see.

As a pirate, and as someone who spent his childhood looking out at the horizon where the sky meets the sea, waiting for someone to return, Usopp has a deep love and respect for the ocean. I thought that the imagery of him on top of a giant, ancient elephant, able to see the surrounding sea using his newly acquired skill was super powerful, so I had to include the line, “I can see the sea.” I hope it hits as hard as it did in my head because I really, really love it.

Aaaah, I’ve never put my thoughts/plans of fic into writing before! This was so fun, thank you very much for asking!!! I also love Usopp Haki content since Oda is starving us (in preparation of Elbaf I’m hoping!). I need to work on that aforementioned WIP but it’s kinda kicking my ass rn lmao. Very excited to see what you’re cooking up as well 👀

[foolishfoolsgold]

LORE💥💥💥

So I’m looking to get my fic printed when its done (and maybe but on a site too but we’ll see) and I have a big ass world building guide in there because I can’t be normal about anything! Here’s the section about common cell types that show up, all in black and white bc ooo official fancy. ID, mostly copy-pasted image text, under the cut

[Start ID: first image showcases red blood cells and neutrophils alongside their real-life counterparts, reading “Red everything: cars, uniforms, markings, even their flagella are red more often than not. Membrane comes in shades of red or salmon. One of the two cell types not to have humanlike skin tones, the other being neutrophils. Red blood cells, also called erythrocytes (err-ITH-row-sites), are plentiful in the blood and function to exchange gases (02 and CO2) throughout the body. Then there’s an asterisk leading to: in the story, RBCs can be seen delivering nutrients as well, but it's not really in their job description. In real life, nutrients are just free in the blood plasma -which is nonexistent in the CaW world- and RBCs play no part in its distribution.” Reb blood cells have tails with two lobes at the end, long non frilled ears and their usual uniforms. For neutrophils, it says: “Black scleras. Handheld knives are their weapon of choice. Membrane can come in muted shades of blue or purple, but may be paper-white. Neutrophils are the most common type of white blood cell, taking up as much as 70% of immune cells in the blood. They will destroy bacteria or infected cells without selectivity.” Neutrophils also have their usual white uniforms and basic ears, but have skinnier tails with dorsal lobes.

The next image has killer T cells and neutrophils. Killer ts are anatomically similar to neutrophils but lack dorsal tail lobes. Text reads: “-Skinny tails with a pair of retractable stingers that can inject deadly perforin into victims. Markings are brown, black, or dark navy blue. Generally don't fight with weapons, prefer to use their tails or knee-jerk punches. Take their orders from helper T cells, who act as commanders. "Pack hunters" who form close bonds with their squadrons of about 6-10 cells, each led by an experienced squad leader. Killer Ts are lymphocytes born in the bone marrow and matured in the Thymus, where they face a rigorous selection process that primes them for targeted destruction of infected cells, cancer cells, and sometimes bacteria.” Eosinophils are also similar to neutrophils: “Wield two-pronged spears, the heads of which grow as proteins on the tips of their tails until they're ready to be changed out, keeping the weapon sharp and shiny. Pink uniforms and purple markings. Eyes have no scleras- the eye color, usually shades of purple, takes up the whole eye minus the pupils. Eosinophils aren't as swift as other non-selective WBCs with bacteria or viruses. They do, however, come into play during inflammation, allergic responses and parasitic infections.” The third image has B cells and macrophages. For B cells: “Fight using handheld bazookas or machine guns. Tons of bird inspiration because B cells were first discovered in chickens. Can't actually fly. B cells are especially important when it comes to known pathogens. During or after an infection, they're able to make antibodies to help speed up future encounters.” For macrophages, which have no legs and look a bit like Ursula body-plan wise, “Cephalopod-like body plan with long tentacles for snaring pathogens. Fight with giant cleavers and other heavy-duty melee weapons. Macrophages are one of the largest and most powerful non-selective immune cells and are very versatile. Along with nghting infections, they also help keep the body clean.” Next up are natural killer cells and dendritic cells. For NKs: “Four legs in a centauroid body plan. Green camo-style patterns. Have the most freedom of any immune cell when it comes to weapon choice. NK cells are "lone wolf" hunters who, like killer Ts, also use perforin stingers to take down all sorts of pathogens. They're not as supervised as killer Ts and act on their own judgement.” The bottom half of NK cells are clothed unlike traditional centaurs, and the top piece covers both the chest and front legs. For dendritic cells, “Also sport green markings. Generally calm and collected in the face of crisis. Often described as treelike, hence the plant features. Dendritic cells act as coordinators on the front lines of an infection. They also manage antigens (basically tangible memories of an attack that can set off a planned response in the future).” Lastly are enterocytes. Unlike in canon, they wear a scrub-like uniform with gloves and shoe bags. Also unlike previous cells, they have big frilled ears. Text reads: “Huge tails covered in microvilli. Enterocytes of the small intestine have bigger tails and pink patterns, while those of the large intestine have lighter tails and blue markings. Work in warehouses along the digestive canal. Usually have thick NYC accents. Also called intestinal epithelial cells, enterocytes work to extract raw nutrients from digested food and make it available to cells across the body.” End ID.]

[tss-october-ghostwriters]

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[volkswagonblues]

2, 3 and 7?

2. Do you have any easter eggs in your fic?

Oh my god, definitely the bit where Daniel eats a woman in a Halloween costume from Despicable Me. Get it? because she's a minion? ahaha?

There's also tons from the original Devils Minion chapter of QOTD. I've also flipped through The Vampire Armand but gave up because Anne Rice's writing melts my brain lmao.

I'll just point out this bit of chap 4 of LLTR. I basically scrapbooked this entire exchange out of fragments from the original Devil's Minion short story.

(Anne Rice's QOTD)

“You are my teacher,” Armand told him. “You will tell me everything about this century. I am learning secrets already that have eluded me since the beginning. You’ll sleep when the sun rises, if you wish, but the nights are mine.” (p.143 in my ebook)

...vs (LLTR fic Chap 4)

“I’ll show you what your limits are. You can survive much more now, but no vampire is invulnerable. I’ll show you all the gifts that vampires are capable of. My memory is faded, but it’s not gone. I’ll tell you all the secrets I know. There are some buried so deep that even Lestat does not know them. I’ll teach you the lore. We’ll go to the Villa of Mysteries and I will fling the doors open wide for you. I will show you how beautiful and powerful you can become. My fledgling. My beloved Daniel.” “Yes,” Daniel breathes. “You’ll sleep when the sun rises because you must, but the in-between hours we'll spend on your education. The night is yours, but your dawns and dusks will be mine.” Armand stops. He looks a little shy. “As mine will be yours, if you’ll have me.” It’s a grand speech for a man snuggled under a cotton-poly IKEA duvet.

So to break it down:

In QOTD, Daniel visits Pompeii and the Villa of Mysteries and the vampire Armand shows up to lead him in. That's also where canon Daniel and Armand become lovers for the first time.

In QOTD, Armand tells Daniel he's Armand's teacher for the 20th century. In LLTR, the human Armand offers to be Daniel's teacher for vampire lore.

In LLTR, Armand's speech is a remix of what the vampire Armand says to Daniel because I wanted the human fic version of Armand to have a different kind of relationship with Daniel. He's a little shy, a little desperately in love. Daniel doesn't belong to him...they belong to each other...

3. What's something you've researched for your fic?

The daily life of a 16th century painter's apprentice in Venice...oh god...I think Amadeo is such a fun person to write

I also did some research for (lol) the drive between Billy Bishop airport and Niagara Falls and some more Ontario geography, but I also just went "fuck it" and ignored some stuff for fic reasons.

Full admission: I'm pretty sure Daniel will NOT have stopped at an intersection driving out of the airport because you pretty much turn right onto the highway ramp for Queen Elizabeth Way. However the image of Daniel rolling down his window to show his vampire fangs at another driver was too funny for me to take out. Let's pretend there's construction going on in Toronto. Not a stretch of the imagination.

7. What character do you enjoy writing most? Why?

LLTR is essentially a two-man theatre play. Since I really only have 2 characters can I say both of them? Armand because he's so mercurial: in any given moment he can do anything, say anything. I don't even know what he's going to do most of the time until I've written in.

Daniel because he's a tremendously flexible voice to inhabit. I love the show and the writers for giving us this older Daniel <3. Often I'm running against the limits of a character's voice--like, would he really say that? would he really know that? But AMC show Daniel's incredible. He's highbrow, he's lowbrow, he can identify a Rembrandt on sight, he knows what 8chan is and only pretends not to know Gen Z slang. In the fic it's like, he knows politics and history and TS Eliot poems and Madonna lyrics and what's Hindi-Urdu and his conversations with Armand can effortlessly jump between a lot of levels. Writing Daniel is like driving a zippy sport car, if that's not too weird a thing to say.

[hangmanbradshaw]

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

💖 What made you start writing?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

omg you hit me with a challenge, I love it! Okay.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? So many. Throwing in humor is my fave thing, but recently I was re-reading IWTBY and laughing at the scene where Bradley and Jake are spying on Mav and Ice's date like the worst spies in history.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? I do not! I have to have total quiet to write, but I listen to so much music as inspo for when I am writing later. Right now I'm listening to TS as always (current song I'm obsessed with is I Almost Do) and Got Me Started by Troye Sivan thanks to ABY.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? A couple. Started an ABY themed fic a few months ago that I might rework. A witch one. The baseball/football philly one that turned into IWTBY instead.

💖 What made you start writing?

I've always LOVED stories, like annoyingly good at guessing movies/books cuz I love how they're crafted and I just have an eye for it I guess? Anyways I never thought I could write, but my therapist recommended art therapy in some form and I thought, well, I'll try? And I wrote my mummy AU so fast and fell in love with it immediately. Here I am.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

unhappy ending, major character death

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

hehehehhee here you go:

His heart jumped into his throat, but he forced a smirk and said, “Me? I’m not the one torpedo-ing through a damn crowded bar.” He gave the man a long, hard look. He was just as hot as he remembered, maybe even more. He had on some ridiculous jorts and sneakers, and draped over his torso was the ugliest palm tree hawaiian shirt he’d ever seen. He raised an eyebrow as he asked, “What, gotta get to the Hawaii Five-O Convention?”

“Funny.”

“Bloody.”

The guy furrowed his eyebrows and said, “No, I said funny.”

“No.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he gestured at the side of the hawaiian monstrosity where a deep red was spreading. “You’re bleeding. What did you do, get attacked by a shark?”

“Oh.” Brown eyes blinked down at his side like he was just now realizing he was bleeding. He lifted the edge of his shirt up, and Jake tried not to salivate over the sliver of toned abs and happy trail that poked out, instead focusing his attention on the gash on the man’s side, over the cut of his hip. “Well, look at that.”

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

I very intentionally connect my worlds lmao but I realized recently I unintentionally use the phrase 'takes one to know one' in like....most of them lmao.

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

That's the dream, isn't it? Imposter syndrome still says I can't, but hell maybe I should try? Won't know if I don't. (If I could write all day I'd be in literal heaven. It's seriously my fave thing)

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

in little ways. my twister au when they're getting divorced hurt ugh. parts of iwtby or even tree farm when they're broken up.

[edelthea]

What are some Edelthea fics you recommend/are your favourites?

Hi! I'm not an avid fanfic reader anymore these days so I had to go through my bookmarks for this and... skim bc my memory is terrible. I'm pretty sure I've missed some great ones out there...but here are some of my personal faves, hehe. wow i have so many. Also! If you or anyone wants to recommend fics, feel free to send them!

Except the first one, all of these are one shots!

Five Kisses from a Commoner, One from the Emperor by Metal_Gear_XANA 》 5+1 fic. mostly pre-ts. it's so sweet 🥺 ugh, idiots.

Feed Me by Carrogath 》 post-ts. the TENSION... the complications... the dilly dallying.

let me in by zzzubat 》 pre-ts. banter 🥺 and dorothea stays until edelgard falls asleep.

The first seconds of forever by Lovelettersinjune 》 pre/post-ts. i think i cried reading this one.

hands touching hands by serialpastry 》 pre-ts. edelgard is pining so hard she bared her heart.

love is a fragile word by torchsong (brella) 》 post-ts. i think i also cried reading this one.

all my verses are about you by lovemotions 》 post-ts. i cry a lot reading edelthea fics in general, i think.

Bedside Manner by ConstellationStation 》 au. rebel leader edelgard nursed back to health by a civilian (dorothea). oh, this tugged at my heart and is very sweet.

it's grand, just holding your hand by sinnohan 》 post-ts. this one's sweet too and funny, idk.

We'll Be Good in Another Life by nunwithgun 》 reincarnation au. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i cried to this one too)

The Color of Sunrise by chorbits 》 post-ts. the management is a crybaby, leave me alone.

proscenium (n.) by qwertyuiop678 》 edelthea dancing before, during, and after the war. surprise, i teared up reading this one.

something borrowed by strawberrybird 》 pre/post-ts. 5+1 fic. yes, i teared up at every single one of these fics.

responsibilities by FallenCiatokins 》 post-canon. ferdibert cameo and they're visiting edelthea who turned their home into an orphanage <3

Devotion by MirrorMystic (NSFW) 》 post-ts. sacrilegious(?) devotion, my beloved. they banged in the cathedral. also the dialogue... <3

das Schicksal by JinjoJess (NSFW) 》 post-ts. marriage anniversary and stuff ensues. DDKJFF i live for misunderstandings like this.

Ok, these ones below, I'm not actually done reading but I really recommend them because they're so good and I love it so far. These are multichaptered fics:

embracing death by avalonkin 》 w3h ag route. you know. that one exchange between them. edelgard did drag dorothea back home.

sweets to the sweet, farewell by badkids (NSFW) 》 1800s summer romance au. URGH... the emotions...

red to the thorns by signalbeam (NSFW) 》 pre/post-ts. porn with feelings and will GUT you unprovoked. revolves around their complicated relationship.

[irisbleufic]

I'm curious what made you decide to write for the toy soldiers fandom again? Where did you get your inspiration for the new fic?

During Thanksgiving Week, I wanted to continue showing @one-eyed-bossman (i.e. my wife) movies I love that she has never seen. The first one that came to mind was Toy Soldiers. I hadn’t rewatched it in about 7 years.

I rewatch this film sparingly due to how much Billy’s grief wrecks me. In addition to Billy’s grief making me feel my own emotions all over again, it invariably makes me want to revisit my stories.

This time, I think I held it together better than I usually do, but I also got seized by the mad urge to reread all the TS fic I wrote between 2004-2010ish (I wrote a couple of my stand-alones after 2005-2006 due to participating jn the Yuletide Exchange where I knew a couple people had requested TS stories…my track record as one of the only writers for that film got me assigned those people’s requests every single time).

Anyway, I reread all my fic. I saved The Series/Book of Hours for last. No sooner had I finished all that than I got seriously hurt on Thanksgiving day as described in a couple other recent posts, so…I needed distraction from the pain and distress of those wounds. More importantly, I needed to see if they were still with me, if I could find them, if I could hear them.

Fortunately, it seems to have worked. And now I wonder if they’ll recede politely to the background of my headspace again, or…if they’ll want more stories

[chaotictarlos]

Imagine Tarlos X Begin Again - TS. It's so Tarlos coded and I can't listen to it without thinking of TK and Carlos on a date (TK's first date after the break up with Alex)

Oh yeah, most definitely. This is another song that I have on my Tarlos Playlist. I now want to write a fic about this lmao. It's a really soft song and I can really see it being from TK's POV. The nervousness of going out on an official first date with Carlos - maybe it is at a coffee shop so that it's lowkey and without any pressure. Carlos being sweet and gentle with TK, allowing him space to say what he wants and laughing at his jokes.

It's the first time TK has really paid attention to Carlos outside of sex - their meetups before the coffee shop date have all been about getting each other's clothes off as quickly as possible so TK hasn't realized that Carlos is interested in him as a person and not jut for his body and orgasm.

Like okay something like....

Carlos throws his head back, laughing loudly at what TK thought was a silly, stupid joke. It pulls a shy smile onto TK's own lips, as he let's Carlos laughter fill him up.

"What?" Carlos asks, face bright after he stops laughing and looks at TK.

TK shrugs, "I don't know. I guess I didn't think the joke was that funny."

Carlos gives him a knowing look and reaches over, placing a hand over his. "I liked it, or maybe I just like you and I'm trying to impress you by laughing at your jokes."

TK turns his hand up, allowing his fingers to fold around Carlos'.

"You don't have to work on impressing me, not really," TK says with a shrug. "I've been impressed with you since we first met."

The date continues on, jokes being exchanged and questions asked to get to know each other deeper. It feels easy, almost too easy. It's as comfortable as breathing and at no time during the date does he feel like he has to perform to expectations or be someone that he's not.

Carlos makes him feel like he can be himself. TK's never felt that way before. He wonders if this is what he's been missing all these years, if this was what relationships were supposed to be like.

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This is a little rough and not my best job but it's okay for a quick write-up. This song is such them and deserves to be explored more.

[naminethewriter]

You're Not Alone

Chapter Two: Home Alone

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Finally back with this story for @edupunkn00b and the @sanderssidesgiftxchange! This chapter really didn't want to work with me for the longest time, but I think I'm happy with how it turned out 😅

Summary: Logan, Janus and Remus are celebrating their first Christmas as a married couple but a snow storm strands both Janus and Remus elsewhere, leaving Logan home alone. Knowing that the situation will trigger their husband, Janus and Remus need to find a way home.

Content Warnings: Childhood Trauma, Past Child Abuse, Vivid Flashback, Derealisation

There is a summary of this chapter in the end notes on Ao3 if you want to skip it. Stay safe!

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The whistling of the tea kettle startled Logan out of his thoughts. When had he begun to drift? He glanced at the clock, letting the events of the last hour play back in his mind. He had been working, then noticed how late it had gotten. Janus still wasn’t home, so he went searching for his phone which was when he noticed the snowstorm outside. He’d gotten on a call with Janus which Remus then joined. Both were stuck and wouldn’t make it home tonight.

Logan took a deep breath at the reminder. He would be fine.

While pouring the boiling water into his already prepared mug with a chamomile tea bag inside, Logan took another look around the kitchen to see if there was anything he missed during his clean-up.

There wasn’t.

Which was bad.

He needed a distraction, but he knew for a fact that the house was nearly spotless. With Remus gone for a week, there was not much to clean up in the first place, since he and Janus were naturally tidy people.

The pots are stacked in the wrong order, minus ten points!

Logan flinched as his mother’s voice echoed in his head, but he resisted the urge to open the cabinet again to check on the pots. They fit inside and that was all that mattered.

You didn’t vacuum the corners thoroughly enough! I’m removing five points!

He ducked his head, sipping at his mug but the tea hadn’t had enough time to steep yet. He placed it down, noting that his hands were shaking. Maybe there was laundry left to do? No, Janus had made sure that was finished yesterday, so that they wouldn’t need to deal with it on Christmas Eve. Maybe watching a movie would distract him?

What are you doing, just sitting around? You should be studying! If you don’t get a perfect score on your test, I will not take you with me to visit my mother on her birthday!

The shill echo of her voice still managed to give Logan a headache. But she wasn’t there. He hadn’t seen her in over a year and she wasn’t allowed to contact him. He wasn’t in school anymore and his grandmother had died two years ago.

His attempts at grounding himself weren’t enough to keep her voice out though. He could see her in front of him, seemingly so much larger than himself, waving around a test of his where he missed two points. Only two points. Two missing points that got him locked inside his room while his mother went to Thanksgiving dinner with his other relatives. She always claimed that Logan got sick to them, telling Logan it was to safe him the embarrassment.

He had believed her for so long.

Had believed that all his relatives would ridicule him over not being able to live up to his mother’s standards.

Why aren’t you in your room?! I didn’t allow you to come downstairs, did I?! Huh? I don’t care if you’re hungry, you don’t get anything until it’s time for dinner!

In a last attempt at getting rid of her, Logan removed the tea bag from his mug and downed the still scalding liquid in one go.

It hurt so bad, tears sprung into his eyes.

Stop crying already, this is all your fault!

He squeezed his eyes shut.

She’s not there.

She’s not there.

She’s not there.

She is not there.

Until she was.

“Don’t ignore me, Logan. I told you to stop.”

Her voice was harsh, as it always was. Logan tried to brush away the tears with his hands but they wouldn’t stop flowing.

He needed to stop. Mother was already angry. He needed to stop.

He couldn’t stop.

“Honestly, if you wanted to go so badly, then you should have studied more. This is because you didn’t work hard enough.”

But he had worked hard. He had done all the exercises his teacher had given them. He had read all the chapters five times. He had spent hours every evening to commit everything to memory.

And it still hadn’t been enough.

And he was going to spend another Christmas all alone because his mother was going to lock him in his room while she goes to Grandma’s house.

It wasn’t fair!

He shook his head.

Of course it was fair. Mother had said beforehand that he would need to stay home if he didn’t get a perfect score. He had known the stakes and still he’d fallen short of her expectations.

It was only right for her to enforce the rules.

The tears finally stopped.

“Are you done now?” Mother asked, voice completely cold.

Logan nodded, eyes remaining on the floor.

“And you understand that you are in the wrong?”

Another nod.

“See, that wasn’t so bad to admit now, was it?”

He shook his head. His mother sighed.

“This would all be so much easier for both of us if you just accept that what I’m doing is what’s best for you.” She grabbed his arm, grip tight enough that he couldn’t escape but not yet digging into his flesh. He stumbled after her as she dragged him up to his room and inside.

A plate with a single slice of bread with cheese was placed on his desk.

That was all she would leave for him to eat until morning.

“Now, be a good little boy and reflect on what you’ve done wrong. I want an apology from you tomorrow morning. Understood?”

“Yes, mother,” Logan answered, once again staring at the ground. He was afraid that if he looked at her, he would start crying again.

“Good.” That was all she said before letting go of him and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her and a moment later, Logan heard the familiar click of the lock engaging. Her footsteps got quieter as she went downstairs.

Logan waited until he heard the front door close and the car leave before he dared to move. With few shaking steps he got to his desk, sitting down. The slice of bread stared at him, mocking him for being a colossal failure once again.

His mother was right. This was all his fault.

If he had just tried harder. If he had studied just a bit more, then everything would have been fine!

But he didn’t, so he had to sit here, all alone.

Like he deserved.

Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Had his mother come back?

No, she wouldn’t need to ring the doorbell.

Again it rang.

But the sound was different. That wasn’t what the doorbell in his mother’s house sounded like. No, that was the bell in…

A third ring.

Logan’s eyes flew open. He was on the floor, in front of the bedroom he shared with his husbands. How had he gotten here? Hadn’t he just been in the kitchen?

His hands hurt. They were balled into fists at his side, the nails digging into his palms. Slowly he released them.

The bell rang again.

He should get up and open it. The storm outside was still raging, whoever was out there must be freezing!

It took Logan several tries to get back on his feet and he almost fell again on his first step. He leaned against the wall to keep steady and slowly made his way forwards.

It rang another three times before he made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m coming!” he called out. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the railing and walked the last stretch to the front door.

“Who’s there?” he asked, one hand on the doorknob, ready to let in whoever it was but still wanting to be cautious.

“Darling, it’s freezing out here, let me in, please?”

Logan’s eyes grew wide and he swung open the door as fast as he could.

“Janus?!”

[tinogiehd]

are you still writing the bodyswap?

YES i have 2 fic exchanges coming up and the ts fic project thing though

[railgunfics]

Launch The Rails - An Update Newsletter (August 2024)

So, I have decided to make a separate tag/group for updates or anything going on regarding my fanfiction specifically! Titled, Launch The Rails for anyone wondering. I think it fits well, don't you think? LOL. I'll be using the tag for any big or important updates!

Anyway here is what I have for today. Some important updates.

NSFW/18+ fanfiction is now available from yours truly - under the pseud/tag, Atomica.

Due to this change, this blog is officially been marked by Tumblr as Mature and up. If this makes you uncomfortable, you are free to unfollow. IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE, UNFOLLOW. Occasionally, I will probably post explicit works. Most of my fanfiction is still suitable for everyone, but I will be dabbling in adult fanfiction every now and again. If you are of age and interested, my adult fanfics will be posted under the Ao3 pseud, Atomica. I will only post links to those fics here as I generally do with all my other fanfiction. Please view them at your own discretion.

Now available on Dreamwidth.

If you are a user of that site, you are free to subscribe to my Dreamwidth here! I recently made an account so it is still new, but I will be updating it as much as I can along with this blog. I am not abandoning tumblr, but one key difference is I will be posting my fanfics fully over there while here I will mostly provide links/crossposting. That includes my NSFW fanfiction. I am doing this due to Dreamwidth being of a more personal site. Plus there seems to be a following in the fanfic community for exchanges/contests/challenges etc. I would like to participate in those hence the account creation. If anyone knows any good fanfic communities to join let me know!

New Fandom, new interest.

Recently, I finished the game Unicorn Overlord. It is my new obsession. I have become a fan of it that I may be writing some fanfics. I got a couple in mind that I hope to churn out within the next few weeks. Should time allow it, of course. If you have played the game, feel free to check out my Ao3! Which brings me to my next point...

The future of my longfic, Tempered Skies and my current fandoms.

I'll admit that these past few months have been a slog regarding Pokemon fanfiction. While I still like the series, ideas have run dry. I probably won't write Pokemon fanfics for the time being until I get inspired again.

As for the upcoming chapter of TS, it's probably not gonna be out for a long time. I'm sorry but I can no longer guarantee an update for this year. I've hit a slump unfortunately. It's true that I have an outline for the story, and I even have half of the next chapter done... but as of now, I just can't find the energy to write for it. So, it's in the back-burner for now. I am not putting it on hiatus, but don't expect an update anytime soon.

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And that's it for Launch The Rails! If you have any questions or concerns feel free to message me! Until next time, and thank you for reading!