#unnamed doc 5

[penny00dreadful]

for the wip game – oooh Untitled Document (5) sounds so fascinating 😂

Okay okay okay okay! I already have a short answere here about Untitled Document (5) but I do need to expand on it, so I'm gonna use this ask to brainstorm a little. 😅

I know you'll be right along with me for the ride, Sage. We've both fucked around with a Doctor Who AU before 🤣

SO, I am thinking, of course, Doctor!Eddie, Companion!Steve. And I cannot have Steve without Robin so Robin will be crash landing into the Tardis at some point because I have to.

I love the idea that Eddie as the Doctor just really fucking loved the 80's, especially the 80's metal scene so his costume in the ST show is pretty much his 'Doctor costume', because he's a werid and wonderful boy.

I think I'm gonna pull from a few different Doctors personalities to build into Eddie, like he's still gonna be Eddie, of course but maybe with a bit of:

10's impulsiveness and theatricality ("ooooh, what am I gonna do with this big red button that should never ever ever be pushed? Push it!")

11's weird whimsy ("Bacon, that's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?")

9's hopeful anger ("Just this once, Rose, everybody lives!") and

12's depth of feeling ("Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?") That line rewired my fucking brain.

I'm too unfamiliar with Jodie and Ncuti's Doctor's to pull anything from them but that might change depending on how long this thing takes to come out!

I think I'm also gonna fuck around with a few of the enemies/storylines from the Doctor Who show and just have fun with it, y'know?

Just a big dramatic, time travelling love story!

Ask me about my WIPs!

[hot-cocoa-addict]

hi hello how do people deal with the fact that they, while trying to write out one fic, end up with another completely plotted out in their head with a good headstart on a potential chapter one written down on a doc??

should i try to juggle two fics at once? absolutely not. will i? ... maybe.

[myobsessionsspace]

Hi hi,

I'm also having wine, Salud! Now that we've had some time to digest episode 6 of the Monuments doc (did you see it?) do you have any thoughts regarding the scene and set up inside Jimin’s kitchen? Did it strike you as odd that we got a scene there at all?? That JK was there? That they decided to set it up and that the scene became (or was set up to be) a moment to talk about Jimin’s depression as remarked by an unnamed 'friend'?

Hope you have a lovely night. 🌙

Oh! Cheers to you too!

I love a hearty glass of wine to unwind or an Old Fashioned. I wonder if anyone else is also drinking wine right now with us (it’s always after 5 somewhere right 😊)?

I did watch it! I admit I’m one of those that shares a family members’ account and so was able to watch all the episodes when they aired.

Jimin’s Place

I don’t really know how to feel about Jimin and Jungkook having a parts of the episode together at Jimin’s place. It did feel weird because Jimin in particular had until recently not shown use even the edges of his TV! Us loosing it over his billboard number 1 live and seeing a chair?! Then the live with his house tour?? I still don’t believe that was not a dream

All I can say is it’s Jimin’s place and if he allowed the cameras in, in 2022, when this was filmed then he was comfortable enough. He had confidence in the show showing what he felt comfortable with showing. Jin, Hobi, Jungkook & Yoongi didn’t show their places, so if he didn’t want to, I’m sure he wouldn’t have to.

What was the reason 🗣️

I kinda felt like the whole point of the show was to continue the mantra of Bangtan, that they love ARMY and they love each other, among other things.

I found it crazy sus that they showed the members as a whole unit and they showed them as individuals but the only two they showed in different setting was Jikook, not just cooking, drinking, talking and eating together but also making music together, with the parts of the recording of ‘Letter’ being shown.’

It was soo hard to ignore though!! They literally had Yoongi eating chicken alone, Namjoon cleaning his place alone, Tae chilling in his place and eating alone but Jikook cooking together, eating together, laughing together, being introspective and honest in front of each other.

What does it meeaaaannnn?!

The same way it’s being drummed into our heads that BTS love performing, love ARMY, love each other and are also individuals…I feel like it was also being drummed into our heads the reality of the closeness of Jikook?

That one can call the other over and they spend time together and do thing none group/work related. BUT that they also can rely on each other in anyway work related, including solo works. That there is nothing not accessible to each other when it comes to Jikook?

Jungkook has access to Jimin’s home, kitchen and also studio sessions during their solo careers, that Jimin can call on him and give him that access, that it’s mutual?

I mean we not only have this from the Monuments show, we have their companionship enlistment and the ‘coming soon’ Jimin & Jungkook show. It’s like neon signs on the closest duo in the group, at least to me. I LIVE! I LOVE IT! I can’t wait for more of it, however Jikook want to give it to us.

The ‘Friend’

In regards to the ‘friend’ that Jimin speaks about in his story, the one he had a little fight with, that he went to help move the next day and said he thought Jimin might be depressed. I personally don’t think it was Jungkook.

For me, it’s just because I don’t see the need to think that Jikook are each other’s only friends and only people they know. We know Jimin is a very loyal and loving friend. We know that he has friends that aren’t famous as well as those that are. Him not mentioning the name of his friend and just referring to them as ‘friend’ may not have been due to him ‘hiding in plain sight’ with Jungkook but more like just protecting the privacy of a non-celeb friend OR a celeb friend.

If Jimin wanted to say ‘Jungkookie and I were having a drink the other day and talking’ he could have, it would have been no different than him saying how Jungkook came to his hotel room several times day or night, multiple times on live and on the PTD DVDs. No different than him talking and drinking with Jungkook there in camera.

I do feel like Jungkook had heard the story before, but not because Jungkook was the friend in question, but because Jikook are close and talk to each other and Jimin would most likely have told Jungkook about this around the time it happened.

Thank you for the ask!🫶

💜

[rosekasa]

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

WAHH kayla i love you!! im gonna do it with some of my WIPS instead because i havent dug through my docs in a while

1. love, always, adrien

after disappearing for 5 years adrien comes back to find marinette -- but an ill-timed accident leaves him with retrograde amnesia and no memories of ever having left her.

memory loss, reunions, established relationship. 40.7k words in the doc, since 2021 😭😭

2. talking on a broken line

two weeks after a reveal and brand new romance , adrien is sent to london by his father to further his career. long distance angst multiplied by both of them being neurotic and the author herself being a very dramatic 18 year old at the time

officially i only have 2k written, but i have a literal beat by beat outline of the whole fic and all its scenes. would probably be a 20kish-word fic!

3. when things were good

set right after hawk moth's defeat, and incidentally right after ladynoir have a MESSY breakup. explores adrienette's civilian relationship along w their reflections on the mess they dragged each other into while they're both just trying to do better now

4. all the stars are fated

ladybug, a solo superhero chosen by master fu, has been going through a bevy of temporary black cats while more of her time is taken up by guardian training. and she's always been a lone ranger, and she knows she shouldn't have a partner, but she and that chat noir boy really do get along.

5. an unnamed mikayuu fic which literally has 20k words in the document and entire NOTEBOOK full of research about congestive heart failure

mika suffers from CHD and, with an unexpectedly shortened lease on his life, decides to spend the money he had saved for uni on taking what might be his last chance at a holiday on a cruise. his older sister-cum-doctor krul joins him, and what seems like a very bleak month of blood pressure tests and being emo by the ocean becomes much more positive once they run into yuu and the gang

[siilvan]

OC File: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

gorgeous renders by the amazing wonderful phenomenal lovely @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot <33

finally posting my oc to cope with mw3... i've had her since november '22, didn't even mention her name to anyone until august lol. i've never had the confidence (or skill) to do this, so i'm thanking all of my mutuals with their wonderful ocs for giving me the strength to do it, even if they don't know it <3

note: despite petra being reader's callsign in bloodsport, it is not intended to be my oc. so far, the only fics that petra properly appears in are desideria and fortuna redux. i know it's confusing and i'm sorry 😭 more of her (and others) in the future!

very long post BTC...

edit: completely forgot to include this— credit to cptnprice for the file!!

GENERAL

Name: Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder

Nicknames/Aliases: Petra, Doc, Bravo 0-5, MEDINT 5, Leni (by friends/family)

Rank: Lieutenant (since 2015)

Gender: Female

Birth Date: June 29, 1990

Nationality: Dutch

Affiliations: Royal Netherlands Army, Korps Commandotroepen, Task Force 141, Coalition (Warcom), SpecGru

Birthplace: Rotterdam, Netherlands

Current Residence: The Hague, Netherlands

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Golden Brown

Eye Color: Blue (right), Green (left)

Height: 5'7" (1.70 m)

Weight: 160 lbs (72 kg)

Build: Athletic, hourglass (hips. That's all.)

Blood Type: O-

Marks: Various tattoos (pictured below), scar on cheek

Faceclaim: Rianne Haspels (Carlotta Champagne for body)

DETAILS

Sexuality: Unlabeled (prefers men)

Languages: Dutch (native), English (C2), Spanish (A2), French (B2), German (C1), Danish (C1), Russian (B2), Arabic (B1)

Education: Biochemistry BS from the University of Amsterdam, Biochemistry MSc from the University of Copenhagen

Preferred Hairstyles: Low bun or Dutch braid for missions, 3-strand braid or loose for everyday

Preferred Mission Attire: Anything from jeans and a turtleneck, to slim cargos and a tank top, to proper combat fatigues. Dresses for the weather, but hates anything baggy. Prefers to wear black and green, occasionally wears white, tan, or blue. Very athletic style.

Preferred Civilian Attire: Usually dresses fairly casual. Jeans, cargos, leather pants, leggings. Plain t-shirts, henleys, turtlenecks, off-shoulder tops. Wears bomber jackets or hoodies. Mostly wears black, green, or white. Likes feeling comfortable but cute when she's off the clock.

Favorite Color: Evergreen

Favorite Flower: Magnolia

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFJ-T. Extraverted, intuitive, feeling, judging, and turbulent. Petra prioritizes the better of the group over personal benefit and strives to have a positive impact on the world and the people around her. Happy to lead or follow, but preferring to guide others, she is a self-identified humanitarian with a pipe dream of world peace. Reliability, tolerance, passion, and altruism ultimately conflict with overthinking, stubbornness, perfectionism, and indecisiveness – Petra is both helped and hindered by the idea of what things can be or could have been.

FAMILY

Father: Colonel Hendrik "Chimera" Scholten de Ridder. Former KCT commander and military legend-turned terrorist. (deceased)

Mother: Johanna Scholten de Ridder (née van den Bos). Former MEDINT analyst for the BVD and MID. (deceased)

Brother: Sergeant Emiel "Nightfall" Scholten de Ridder. KCT operative and specialist in anything covert; never misses a shot. Ally of TF141, rarely stays in any one place for long due to the nature of his assignments.

Uncle: Unnamed paternal uncle. Father's younger brother, civilian military engineer. Lost his life in a terrorist attack in the mid-1990s. (deceased)

Aunt: Special Agent Merel "Songbird" van den Bos. Mother's older sister, former agent for the BVD and MID. Specialist in foreign relations and espionage. May or may not be living in the USA and married to Frank Woods (spoiler: she is).

Grandfather: General Emiel Scholten de Ridder. Paternal grandfather, former commander of the Royal Netherlands Army. Yes, her brother is named after him. (deceased)

SKILLS

Fighting Style: Adaptable, but prefers to keep her distance. Studied kickboxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Krav Maga in her youth – CQC is influenced by these.

Weapons: Can use whatever is available. Is oddly talented with a quarterstaff despite none of her training involving it.

Preferred Weapons: M4 (Hightower 20" Barrel, Schlager PEQ Box IV laser, Cronen Mini Pro optic, Corio Precio Factory stock), X12, Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, karambit, throwing knives

Special Skills: Specializes in MEDINT analysis, trauma/medical care, chemical warfare, hostage rescue, asset protection, and foreign military assistance. Can act as a translator. Has received training in sniping, espionage, and stealth combat from allies. Is notorious for her strong fortitude. Very versatile.

Hobbies: Art, cooking, baking, reading, sports (baseball, climbing, kickboxing, swimming, ice skating), music (drums), studying languages

Former Hobbies: Did ballet and gymnastics in her youth. Still enjoys both, doesn't have the time to practice either. Has decent equilibrium thanks to them.

TRIVIA

The name Mylène can mean "merciful", Scholten refers to a schout (government official that handled administration of justice), and de Ridder means "the knight".

Her callsign Petra means "rock, stone" and is not implying that she's a stony person! She earned her callsign due to her high tolerance and endurance; she's also uniquely durable, often recovering from or withstanding injuries that would leave others in worse condition. It's a bit supernatural, don't worry about it.

Was introduced to drumming by her Uncle Frank when she was little. It's canon to me.

Mylène looks like a carbon copy of her aunt, sans some details like hair and eye color. She's also more well-built than her aunt thanks to being in the military.

Has a bunch of small rituals, habits, and very specific ways of doing things thanks to her OCD – nothing too crazy (she has no choice but to manage these thanks to her career), but you'll start to notice them if you're around her enough.

Has polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS). She's learned ways to lessen the symptoms and has an IUD that helps immensely, but it's why she still has a decent amount of fat on her body despite working out religiously. (Not projecting my issues shh)

Doesn't date often due to her career and personal reservations. Prefers someone older, though. (I'm not projecting shh x2)

Keeps a journal on her at almost all times. Inside of it is anything from basic medical info for her allies, random drawings, important notes, etc. Likes to pretend it's organized, but it's not. At all.

Skipped a year in primary school, hence why she graduated at 17 instead of 18 despite attending a VWO school.

It was painfully obvious that she learned her Russian in school before she met Nikolai. After he laughed at her, he taught her how to sound more "natural" – AKA, he taught her almost exclusively profanity.

Bouncing off that, she's Mrs. Worldwide. Petra's unintentionally picked up so much slang from her coworkers.

Her favorite genres of literature are romance and philosophy. She can read outrageous smut with a straight face, but blushes and grins over fluffy stuff. Tries to read books in other languages to practice, too!

Will not touch any drug with a 10-foot pole. Same goes for tobacco, she's the type to dramatically cough if the team smokes around her. She's very health-conscious!!

TATTOOS

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Tattoo One (Hands) I'm not going to lie... originally gave Petra the tattoo (two, actually – she has it on both hands) because I loved Freya's tattoos in GOW and the design is inspired by those. From an in-universe standpoint, it was her first tattoo (age 17) and she just wanted something simple that could be hidden under her gloves to prevent fading. Has to get them touched up every now and then.

Tattoo Two (Right Arm) Full sleeve of willow branches, florals, and butterflies. There's a lot of symbolism in this one. The butterflies represent transformation, hope, and rebirth; the willow branches symbolize a new life, protection, flexibility, and adaptability; the flowers embody anything from growth, joy, transience, hope, love, and death.

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Tattoo Three (Left Bicep) Two-headed snake with flowers! I don't think I need to rhapsodize about the florals again, so I'll skip to the snake. Depending on the culture, a two-headed serpent can represent wildly different things. It's a symbol of rebirth and resurrection, with each head representing earth and the underworld. It can symbolize indecision and conflicting ideas. Duality, balance, power, healing, insight, and deeper awareness; snakes were often seen as a spiritual messenger, and the dual nature of a two-headed serpent represents learning from both positive and negative experiences. (if I see any "heehoo konni" comments, I will blow up the sun, this ain't about him babygirls 😔)

Tattoo Four (Left Inner Forearm) Compass with an arrow! The symbolism is pretty obvious, I think... Direction, guidance, and navigation; the compass arrow combines the arrow's representation of direction and forward movement and the compass' symbolism of finding your way and staying on course. Together, it represents the idea that, no matter how far away you are, your arrow will always hit its target – even when losing your way, you'll always be able to overcome adversity and find your way back.

BACKGROUND

⋆ CW: themes of child abuse, violence, SA (marked with ***) and overall mary sue levels of tragedy

Born on June 29, 1990 in the city of Rotterdam, Netherlands, to Hendrik Scholten de Ridder and Johanna Scholten de Ridder, Mylène had a normal – if not privileged, thanks to her family's prominent histories – early childhood. At the age of 3, her brother, Emiel, was born. Known to be a clever, compassionate girl, Mylène took to the "big sister" role with ease.

Her father was a captain from a distinguished military family with the callsign "Chimera", who ascended to the rank of colonel and commanded the Royal Netherlands Army’s special forces unit, the Korps Commandotroepen. Her mother was a medical intelligence analyst for the AIVD and MIVD (then-known as the BVD and MID) with a family history in government and politics.

In the late fall of 1999, when Mylène was only 9 years old, she came home from school and discovered her mother's corpse, having been killed by enemies of her father originally seeking to hold the family for ransom. This event, paired with the traumas he sustained over his years in the military, drove her father to "near insanity" as he became consumed with paranoia and grief. The rest of her and her brother's adolescence was defined by the trauma of her father's abuse; he subjected the siblings to rigorous physical and psychological training in order to mold them into "perfect soldiers" and prevent any further loss.

Despite this, her father was publicly viewed as a war hero. He would often leave the two alone when he was on deployment, forcing Mylène to care for herself and her brother with nothing more than a roof over their heads and grocery money provided. The siblings developed an unbreakable bond during this time that would extend into their adulthoods, rendering them a synergic duo both at home and in the field.

After finishing secondary school at 17, Mylène enlisted in the Royal Netherlands Army. She also studied at the University of Amsterdam – taking online classes – and eventually graduated with a BS in Biochemistry. She spent 3 years serving in various military hospitals, clinics, and field units under the 400 Medical Battalion, until she joined selection for the KCT in 2011. She was swiftly recognized for her high tolerance, natural interpersonal skills, and advanced aptitude for MEDINT analysis; she passed selection with top marks, setting several records during the infamous "hell week" exercise.

Mylène operated as a combat medic until August 2013, when she worked with the British SAS's Unit Bravo under the command of Captain John Price. Despite the joint team being greatly reduced in number and separated after a series of heavy artillery attacks from enemy forces, Mylène managed to provide emergency medical care and calm leadership as her party made its way to the rendezvous point that Price's group was defending.

After the joint operation concluded, Price took an interest in her, deciding to train her as a sniper and teach her how to better use her skills in combat. The two quickly developed a close relationship built upon mutual trust and a desire to fight for what's right, regardless of rules or orders. At some point after this, her unflappable nature and composure when faced with challenging conditions earned her the callsign "Petra".

*** By 2014, Mylène was in a several year-long relationship with a National Reserve Corps (NATRES) NCO named Florian Van Aller. On February 14 of that year, he suddenly came to her with an idea that left her speechless: "sharing" her with his unit. Despite his insistence and attempt to pressure her into it, Mylène refused, ending the relationship. They met on base the next day after Florian messaged her claiming to want to apologize – when she came face-to-face with him and his mentor, Captain Jozef Daalmans, she realized what she had been told was a lie.

*** Although the captain's only involvement was restraining her and watching, Mylène felt violated by both men. She was left at the scene, battered and ashamed, until the last person she expected to help found her – Colonel Hendrik Scholten de Ridder. In a rare act that she now describes as "the last time she ever saw her real father," he comforted her and took her to the hospital, where Mylène received treatment for the injuries she sustained in the assault. She never spoke of the incident afterwards, leaving herself, her father, and her attackers as the only people privy to it.

In early 2015, an assault team led by Chimera and Petra on an enemy submarine revealed that there was a traitor within the unit. The entire team, save for Chimera and Petra themselves, was killed onboard the vessel. The traitor was eventually discovered to be Chimera himself, with Petra as the only witness to his admission and subsequent attempt to bury her, and any incriminating evidence, at sea. With her father in the wind and knowing that her word alone wouldn't be enough to implicate him for his crimes, Petra contacted Captain Price, telling him: "You're the only person I can trust."

An unsanctioned operation to capture or kill Chimera was planned by the two, with the help of her brother – now a KCT operative nicknamed "Nightfall" – and Nikolai, a trusted contact of Price's. The small team managed to track the Colonel and his supporters to a base deep in the Alps, where they successfully wiped out the entire group and killed Chimera. After this mission, Petra felt indebted to Price and Nikolai, considering them two of the few people she could trust implicitly.

From then on, Petra lent her services to various humanitarian groups in an effort to provide protection and medical care on missions around the globe. With expertise in frontline trauma and medical care, hostage rescue, asset protection, medical intelligence analysis, chemical warfare, and the training and advising of foreign military units, Petra proved to be an elite operative capable of remaining calm in even the most dire scenarios. She’s been awarded the Military William Order, the Bronze Lion, the Bronze Cross, and the Cross of Merit for both covert and overt operations, establishing herself as a minor legend within the elite commando corps.

However, a little over a year after the unsanctioned operation in the Alps, Petra was captured and imprisoned by Ultranationalist forces. She was regularly tortured during her captivity, often by Vladimir Makarov, whom she now sarcastically describes as "a lovely man."

Sometime in mid-2017, Petra was yet-again assigned to a unit led by Price, tasked with infiltrating and securing an Al-Qatala base located in Kastovia. Another member of the unit was Nightfall, serving as the team's scout sniper. During the mission, while providing overwatch, Nightfall's radio was suddenly cut off. When the rest of the team finally reached his location to investigate, several IEDs planted in the area went off and forced the group to retreat. Petra attempted a rescue, but was prevented from doing so by Price, as it was too dangerous. Demolition teams cleared the area the following day. Once it was safe to extract Nightfall, however, the recovery team found nothing.

With her brother declared dead in absentia, Petra chose to abandon the special forces. She went back to school and earned an MSc in Biochemistry at the University of Copenhagen, refusing to contact any of her former allies so as to avoid being dragged back into the military.

In April 2019, Petra was tracked down in Denmark by Price, who informed her of Vladimir Makarov's plans in Verdansk and urged her to join the SAS team being sent to stop him. After thorough convincing, she agreed to come back for one more mission, seeking revenge against the man that tortured her years ago.

Petra was later handpicked for the task force Price established alongside CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell following the death of General Roman Barkov in November 2019. She was once again sought out by Price – and Nikolai, who was the "final nail in the coffin," according to Price – and convinced to join the team as a commanding officer.

About a month later, Laswell pinpointed the location of a prison in Georgia believed to be used by Al-Qatala to hold POWs. Reconnaissance of the prison confirmed this and the identity of several of the prisoners; Nightfall was identified as one of the POWs. Petra, leading an elite KCT unit, raided the location shortly thereafter, securing the captives, Nightfall, and intel about Al-Qatala's plans.

Between the invasion of Verdansk, Las Almas, and a burgeoning war with Konni group... Petra has fully committed herself to Task Force 141, willing to save the world or die trying.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Breaking Point Pt 5

Part 5 of Breaking Point. I implore you not to read this until after working your way through the entirety of Doc's Misadventures beginning, of course with Touch Starved!

Warnings: Non-explicit sex scene, profanity, and dread/guilt - might offer an explicit chapter later, but it wasn't important to the scene, so I didn't go into it this time

WC: 3,671

I didn’t sleep that night; couldn’t bring myself to even lay down beneath that blanket with the feral scent still clinging to the scratchy fibers. With the supplies already in the room, I neurotically cleaned all evidence from flesh still elated with the afterglow of his touch yet found myself panicking that Hunter would be able to smell it come morning regardless. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, breath reduced to shallow huffs as I paced the small room, mind obsessing over the inevitable disaster awaiting me.

Crosshair was my squadmate, my patient. Ethical concerns aside, the hard-won place I’d earned among these men might easily fall to ruins for the sake of a single night’s base pleasure. How would this alter the dynamic between us? Kriff, how would this alter the dynamic between them? I’d be a fool to claim ignorance to the tensions lying between me and others, which was precisely why it was so important to maintain some distance. But this…

Even through that crippling dread, still I felt the driving need to find him, to seek out some hidden enclave and claim him once more until that fire quelled and I could think clearly. I couldn’t free myself from the memory of his touch, the way my skin burned beneath his; the gentleness of his lips… the look in those eyes…

Nearly gasping, I dropped down against a wall, knees tucking to my chest as my hands raked through my hair. There was no going back from this. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen; I didn’t want to. More than that, I owed the others the truth. But what was that, exactly? It hadn’t felt like aimless sex. My heart still jumped at just the thought of how he looked at me, how he held me, the heat of his chest pressed against my back.

I slammed my head against the hard wall behind me. Maker, I hadn’t yet begun to move on from the sudden loss of my brother, from the hatred in his face as he faded beneath my hands, from the yawning emptiness clawing through my chest with endless unanswered questions and regrets and an anger only just beginning to color the very edges of my grief. The juxta wrenching me from horror to lust and sorrow to elation was stemmed only by the compounding dread flooding my every thought; dread of facing this war absent any hope of reconnecting with what little family I’d left behind; dread of what I’d find in the eyes of the others when I told them what I’d done, of the disgust or shame or anger or regret or jealously - I couldn’t begin to guess what they’d feel from it… dread from finally begging Crosshair for some hint towards what last night meant, the terror of hearing him say that it meant nothing at all.

Too soon, I heard Wrecker’s voice, the boisterous sound easily carrying through the ship regardless his obvious attempts to quiet himself. I couldn’t make out the words, nor could I tell who responded to him during the brief lull in his speech, but if he was awake, the others were, too. I knew there was no point in stalling yet couldn’t bring myself to move. Not yet. I merely listened to the hum of gentle conversation for just a few minutes longer, dragging out this fleeting taste of a calm I knew my presence would shatter.

With a shaky breath, I hauled myself to my feet and slipped on my boots, though some unnamed hesitation forbade me from adorning the rest of my kit. I needed to talk to Crosshair first; I needed to understand before I could hope to explain it to the others.

Those distant murmurs fell silent the instant my door hissed open. I tried not to think about that, tried to focus on just the one thing: find Cross. The bunkrooms were empty, but I didn’t need to check the rest of the ship. His rifle was gone. That was all the proof I needed that he was outside. I’d so nearly reached the ramp when Hunter trotted quickly to catch me. Had the pounding of my heart drawn him toward me? Were my steps too fast? Too heavy? Maker, I wasn’t ready for this yet.

“Hey… You okay?” The deep concern in his hushed voice only worsened that crippling ache in my chest, and I loathed the knowledge that he could smell the adrenaline flooding my veins.

“Yeah.” I answered on a barely audible wisp of breath, arms instinctually tucking around my stomach, steps faltering for a stride before pointedly continuing, but his hand settled delicately around my arm, freezing me in place.

“What’s going on?” He pressed, and I could have sobbed from the gentleness in those words.

“I kriffed Crosshair last night.” I couldn’t look at him as I said it, certain I would break if I did, and the instant he released me, the instant the shock of my statement left him floundering, I pushed away from him, nearly racing down the ramp.

I barely glanced around the narrow bit of land separating the Marauder from the forests, pointedly ignoring the striking realization of just how close that tree was where I’d found him illuminated only by moonlight. Only Echo stood within sight of the ship, attention instantly turning to me.

“Where is he?” He stammered briefly at the question, at the brusqueness in my too stiff voice.

“Uh… Crosshair?” He clarified. Gaze staring blindly at the gritty soil beneath him, I gave a quick nod, and he pointed toward an unseen path behind me. “He left maybe… five minutes ago?” Without another word, I turned away from him. “Wait, you shouldn’t-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off from what I could only assume to be a sharp hand signal from Hunter, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for it.

Later, I might be aghast at how I’d reacted. Later, I might find my cheeks flushing with shame at the mere memory of those words falling so thoughtlessly from my lips. Later, I would lie awake for hours recanting it, searching for some manner of apology that might lessen the insult they’d brought. In that moment, however, as I walked purposefully into the unmarked wilderness, I couldn’t hold onto a single thought beyond the coming conversation. This first. I needed to figure this out first, and then I would move on to the next nightmare.

He didn’t look at me when I finally came upon him; arms crossed tightly over his chest as he leaned against a large boulder, visor pointed toward the featureless trees dotting the nearly black soil before us, but I could see the tension steal through his shoulders as I approached him. We weren’t even half a klick from the others, and I didn’t doubt he’d left purely in an attempt to prevent even accidently seeing me.

“We���re talking about this.” I stated pointedly, stopping when mere meters separated us. Still, he wouldn’t look at me.

“Say what you need to.” My teeth ground at the defeat vainly hidden beneath disinterest, but the way his gaze fell left me terrified that he was merely awaiting the coming sting of harsh words, and that threatened to rend my heart to ruin.

“Would you…” The words caught in my throat, tangling beneath an impatient anger and anxious fear. “Just… would you take the damn helmet off?” For a long moment, I thought he might refuse me, but then he eased the bucket from his head and set it quietly on the stone behind him, attention still trained away from me as he pulled a toothpick from his belt to set between his teeth. This… wasn’t far from what I was expecting, but his feigned apathy still flared some wisp of annoyance within me, and that annoyance was far safer than the endless waves of grief eagerly awaiting their chance to drown me the instant I granted them a moment’s notice.

“Last night was…” My voice left me in an impatient growl just broken by a tremble I couldn’t force back, and I realized just how frightened I was that his indifference wasn’t a façade at all. “Amazing.” I finally said, the meaning of the word clashing violently with my clipped tone. Shock robbed the mask from his face, wide eyes finally meeting mine as his lips so slightly fell open. “It was… probably the best sex I’ve ever had. It was raw and hot and real, and I can’t stop thinking about when we’ll get to do it again.” Brows still drawn into the beginnings of a frown, I held his gaze for a beat before pressing. “Your turn.” He seemed honestly taken aback in a way that would have left me laughing if it had been caused by anything else, but I merely waited expectantly.

“It was…” He turned away from me for a moment, studying the beginnings of moss just creeping up the base of the stone as he thought carefully over his words. “Confusing.” Despite everything, that single word drew a huff of laughter from me, wrenching his eyes back to mine once more.

“Yeah,” I agreed lightly, “Yeah, that’s a word for it.” I let the ghost of a smile linger on my lips as he stared at me, and I remembered why it was so easy to lose all thought of consequence and logic beneath the focus of those eyes.

“But it was good.” He added, voice lowering into something dangerous, and I felt my body instantly react; heart beginning to race as fire burned through my chest and down my legs. He absently reached up to snatch the toothpick from his lips, flicking it to some forgotten corner amongst the scattered branches and nests of auburn pine needles surrounding us, and I watched those eyes darken as he took a slow step toward me, felt the flush creep up my neck as my back arched slightly, eagerly, at his approach, head tilting up to hold his gaze as he towered over me. Only then, did he touch me, fingertips tracing so lightly along my jaw, it sent a shiver down my spine, and I didn’t try to hide the way my breath broke beneath it.

I didn’t wait for him, eagerly pushing myself onto my toes to claim those lips, hands greedily dragging over that infuriating armor atop his ribs, his back, fingers slipping beneath the bell to rake into his shoulders in a desperate fight to drag him closer to me. With the same abandon, he kissed me just as fiercely, pressing his body into mine until he’d managed to pin me against that boulder. He tasted of cedar and sweat, and I’d never known anything sweeter.

I couldn’t silence the moan as those fingers tangled into my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head up more as his body curled around me, crowding me against the unyielding rock pressed into the back of my thighs until the only thing keeping me from falling back was my frantic hold on those broad shoulders. He let a hand trail down my neck, my spine, my hips, shamelessly sliding over the curve of my ass absent even the memory of the reservation that stilled him last night to slip around my thigh before jerking my leg up to wrap around his waist, wrenching a gasp from me that he hungrily devoured from my lips.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whispered on huffed breaths but made no attempt to pull away from him.

“Then stop kissing me.” He retorted, words rumbling in an impatient growl that only fanned the need burning through me.

“Mm-m.” I shook my head just enough to emphasize my refusal but not enough to lose that touch for even a moment, one hand stretching up to claw through his hair in some deep fear that he’d pull away if I didn’t, but he merely let out a deep chuckle and, without warning, lifted me up just enough to set lightly atop the rock. My other leg automatically darted around his waist as well, whimpered moan catching against his lips as he laid me back atop the rough surface, hand purposefully slipping up my neck to cup the back of my head protectively.

“Wa-wait-wait.” I gasped, nearly scowling at the moment of lucidity I so desperately wanted to forget. Instantly, he paused, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “Hu… You don’t think Hunter can hear us, do you?” The words broke over panted breaths. Before he could respond, a hum of static sounded from his helmet, flooding my cheeks with a blistering heat even as the haughty man above me merely let out a quiet snort.

“He can put on his bucket.” Crosshair said dismissively, lips pulled into a smirk. I tried to voice some retort, but the words vanished in the violent hunger of his kiss, and I wanted nothing more than to let myself fall into the haze of want and anticipation already beginning to steal over me. But this isn’t what I sought him out for, and the memory of my original intent rekindled that dread.

In nearly the same heartbeat, he pulled back, eyes searching mine for some reason behind what had changed, and I instantly felt even that flare of resolve whither, so desperate for even a few more seconds of the comfort in his touch, the glee of feeling him smile against me, but he was already withdrawing, pulling me upright as he returned to his full height. Waiting. I had to look away from him before I could force the words from lips just on the verge of trembling, chest swelling with a carefully slowed breath.

“I… I need more than ‘good’ and ‘confusing’.” I murmured, and only after purging those words could I face him again, almost shocked to find him studying me with the same quiet as last night.

“What are you asking?” His eyes narrowed slightly, almost reluctantly letting his hands slide away from me, and I belatedly dropped my legs from his waist, straining to find some way to condense my thoughts into speech.

“Was… Is this just sex, Crosshair?” I finally said bluntly, finger tapping absently against my thigh as I forced myself to look at him with the full expectation of finding those lips twisting into a sneer, but I saw only an infectious stillness. He didn’t answer at first, gaze merely studying me with that frightful attentiveness; shoulders pulled back as his left hand curled into a fist before relaxing only to tense once more.

“No.” That single word left me reeling, breath catching in my throat until the air staled, wide eyes locked on his, stunned to find him pointedly holding my gaze even as his jaw tensed in what could only be nervousness. I didn’t realize I’d moved until after dragging him down to me, one hand locked around the lip of his chest plate while the other grasped the back of his neck, and he eagerly yielded beneath my touch, chasing my lips with his, tongue readily caressing mine as soon as I gave the slightest invitation.

“Nothing bigger than a tooka?” I asked, voice already breathy as my hands wandered to his shoulder bells, and my heart jumped at his quiet chuckle.

“Assuming Wrecker doesn’t come find us again.” He mumbled, already nuzzling against my jaw in search of my neck, and I didn’t try to stifle my own laughter before the sound cut off in a sharp gasp at the surge of heat that flared from the first touch of his teeth against that tender skin.

I didn’t feel the rough surface of rock beneath me, nor the worry of allowing myself to be so exposed in the pristine wilderness surrounding us. My body yielded eagerly to his every touch, sounds of pleasure muffled against the swell of muscle framing his broad shoulders, and I found my lips too eager to explore the sensitive skin of his throat, unashamed at what marks I left as his every moan lit my core with want.

The shudder of his breath was a hymn I could listen to for eternity as the gentle haze eased us slowly back into a quiet awareness of reality beyond our touch. Still, I found my hands wandering along the line of a shoulder blade before drifting up his neck, savoring the tiny tremble that stole through him as my fingers slipped back down the divot of his spine. He hadn’t allowed me to take his shirt off, and I again found myself loathing that thin barrier even as I logically understood the reasoning, the difference in how quickly he could readorn his armor with them on should something go wrong.

He hadn’t been shy against hiking my garments clear of skin he yearned to see, to taste, however, and I lazily began dragging the cloth back into place. Before he could begin to pull away, I reached up to ease his lips back to mine for a final kiss driven only by a thoughtless want for his touch rather than some lingering base need, and he responded in kind, arms tightening around me as his chest swelled with a deep, relaxed breath.

In an instant, I knew I’d never have my fill of the way he kissed me, of the unfaltering reverence in that touch regardless how many seconds or hours it lasted, but, when he gradually slowed and pulled away, I forced myself to let him. His eyes rested on mine for a moment longer before leaning down to begin retrieving the abandoned plastoid littering the floor around us.

“The others are going to ask what took us so long.” He stated, pointedly studying his own actions lest he find something in my gaze he didn’t like.

“Hunter knows about last night.” He paused for barely a beat before settling the rambrace about his forearm.

“I imagine he didn’t take it well.”

“I… I don’t know… I kinda just said it and… left.” He let out a sharp scoff.

“That must be why no one came looking for you.” The coy smirk toying with his lips as he turned back to me sent a flush of heat up my cheeks. “He probably hasn’t said a word, yet; just pacing the damn ship until his legs give out.” My brows drew together at the unpleasant image, that familiar dread creeping back up my chest.

“Hey.” He called suddenly. I didn’t realize my gaze had fallen until it snapped back up to his. “He’ll figure it out.” There was a quiet need in those sharp eyes that robbed me of all thought but how I might quell whatever doubt caused that little crease to form on his forehead. He stepped back toward me, tentatively crowding into my space until he seemed to surround me as my head tilted back so I could keep sight of that gorgeous amber.

“Tell me you don’t regret it.” He barely whispered the words forced into a demand lest they sound too akin to a plea. Drawing a deep breath, I let my hands return to his jaw, thumbs tracing invisible lines atop his cheeks.

“I’m worried.” I admitted, voice barely loud enough to hear. “I don’t know how they’ll react… I…” My jaw closed, reluctant to allow my fears even what murmured sounds fluttered just past my lips. “Something like this… I’d be removed if the wrong person found out… From the squad – maybe from the GAR entirely.” For how carefully he kept his expression still, I could see the subtle anger stifling a fear that left me leaning faintly closer to him.

“That’s not going to happen.” He said it absent hesitation or even the aftertaste of doubt, and I had to fight not to blindly trust his ability to morph the future by merely speaking it, but, when I tried to offer even a murmur of response, I couldn’t find breath steady enough to form the words. “Hunter and the others will get over it. They won’t do anything to risk losing you.” That, at least, I couldn’t bring myself to doubt, unless this caused some great rift between them…

Unable to gather those fears into words, I merely let myself kiss him again before releasing him to finish slipping on the last pieces of his kit. I couldn’t name what lingered in the silence between us as we finally began the walk back. The undercurrent of hesitant uncertainty was undeniable, yet there was no tension driving me to break it with frivolous speech. We both felt buried in thoughts and questions still fleeing resolution, but the comfort in knowing I wasn’t alone in that frenzy of doubt and what-if’s was precious.

Everyone seemed to hesitate once we came within sight of the Marauder. Wrecker leaned against the hull, arms locked across his chest, jaw ground taut as he stared blindly at the ground beneath his feet, while Hunter, Tech, and Echo stood in heavy discussion barely yards away. I couldn’t fight my heart back into a steady rhythm as it raced wildly within my chest, eyes darting between each of them in some plea for this tension to yield beneath pleasant greetings; for my fears of discordance settling between them to prove unwarranted.

I nearly jumped at the feeling of Crosshair’s arm looping possessively about my waist, wide eyes darting up to him in shock, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring down his brothers in silent challenge, daring them to speak against what he’d just broadcasted without a single word. And that little smirk touched his lips. That ass – he was flaunting this. Just a little, but it was enough to break the standoff.

“That’s… admittedly not what I was… expecting.” Echo stated, voice halting with confusion and something that wasn’t quite disappointment but held the same taste.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for the tag, @seasidesandstarscapes !! 💖

How many works do you have on AO3? 40 :)

What's your total AO3 word count? 137,805

What fandoms do you write for? my active ones right now are the boys in the boat and gloryhammer, but i consider myself a terror/the north water writer despite barely touching any of my fics in yearsssss. i love boat media what can i say !

Top five fics by kudos? i was something made for god to label fragile (now i'm stuck) - 1149 (OFMD) out of time, eternal heatstroke - 641 (OFMD) sure as the sun come up from the south - 380 (OFMD) steppin' around in a desert of joy - 311 (Ted Lasso) I'm a stitch away from making it (and a scar away from falling apart) - 279 (IT Chapter 2)

Do you respond to comments? yes!!! sometimes uhhh years late but that's only because i forget that i only replied in my head. i think even the smallest comment deserves a thank you :) <- tiny fandom rarepair enjoyer mindset

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? amazing question i could list like 6 immediately with vastly different vibes but i'm gonna pick it always leads to you in my hometown (The Boys in the Boat) because i looove the ending. those men are not having a good time with their emotions and marital status.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i HAVE to go with hustling for the good life (never thought i'd meet you here) (Bullet Train) it's one of my fave fics ever and i love the ending so much 🥺🥺 need those guys to be happy (AND ALIVE!) forever and ever

Do you get hate on fics? oh i used to get death threats yeah!! deeply whatever 2 me though i'm writing for me and the 5 freaks who live in my pocket

Do you write smut? less and less lately but yeah :)

Craziest crossover? i don't write crossovers :)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of, thankfully!

Have you ever had a fic translated? no, and i'm not sure i'd be into it!! i wouldn't want a translation in a language i don't know because i wouldn't be able to ensure that things are worded the way i want them to be. i've translated my own writing before and i know that's a struggle even when i'm the original writer so you know.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? also no, once again i'm very very controlling about how i want my writing to look and feel and taste. i couldn't write together with someone else without ruining our relationship i think

All time favorite ship i will always always always come back to eddie carr/doc thorne from the second jurassic park novel. they're so crazymaking i'm forever obsessed with them.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? a so far unnamed continuation of call to rise (Gloryhammer) that lives as a long ass outline and several disjointed scenes in my wip folder. i haven't forgotten about her but i have also not made any progress :(

What are your writing strengths? NOT narration/dialogue balance that's for sure!! i'll get so carried away with my beloved descriptions and fun narration that i'll forget to write a single line of dialogue until i'm 600 words in

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? it's one of my big fic icks to be frank 😭 i simply don't think switching back and forth between two different languages does either one justice. the rhythm is different! the vibe is different! it's always always jarring and a lot of times not done well at all. i avoid it when i'm reading and i don't write it

First fandom you wrote in? everyone can judge me for this. it was hollywood undead rpf

Favorite fic you've written? posssssibly let me under your skin (The Terror) i just like the vibe so so much. absolutely miserable depressing yet tender small town armitozer. beloved!!!! but i have so many unpublished ones i absolutely adore, it would be hard to pick. also i didn't feel like linking my other fav fic which is the dead doviest dead dove i've ever written. it fucks though

If you were forced to write only one genre for the rest of your life (like James Patterson lol) what would you want it to be? keeping this makeshift 20th question by seasides because i like it :) my preferred genres would be either period fiction (not specifying when because i want the wiggle room) or nonfiction. i would LOVE to write nonfiction. who's got the time though

i'm gonna tag @duesternis @derry-rain @smolsleepyfox and @zonkutonshorrifyingpeenie if you guys feel like it :))

[the-down-upside-finch]

WIP List (Tag Game!)

Thank you for the tag, @anyablackwood!

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

...I don't think you understand what you are asking me to do.

*drags out my folder labeled "WIPs," where each of my stories have their own folders because I have to be organized* So, we have, in an order that descends into the "unnamed" docs: (The * means that this is a big folder with even more stuff inside of it)

Potentially Kinetic (webcomic)* - PK S1 by Chapter - PK S2 by Chapter - Idea Blurbs - Timeline

Stained Integrity (webcomic)* - (1) Stained Integrity (Revision Doc 2) - (2) Stained Integrity - [insert title]

Pentad of Un (novel)

Minding Q's (novel)

Secrets of a Gon (novel series)* - (1) Secrets of a Gon - (2) Secrets of a Gon: Fairling - (3) Secrets of a Gon: Witchery - (4) Secrets of a Gon: Krow

The New Magicians (novel series)* - (1) The Lucky Ring That Brought Bad Luck (The New Magicians) - (2) The Wooden Stick From the Wizard's Castle (The New Magicians) - (3) The Jeweled Heart From the Mage’s Dungeon (The New Magicians) - (4) The Ruby Crown That Shapeshifted When Worn (The New Magicians) - (5) The Glass Box Which Held an Unseen Curse (The New Magicians) - (6) The Feathered Mask That Could See Darkness (The New Magicians) - (7) The Hiltless Sword That Was Held By Shadows (The New Magicians) - (8) The Blue Cloak Worn to Cover a Curse (The New Magicians) - (9) The Spotted Egg From the Dragon Caverns - (10) The Bottle of Dust Stolen From Thieves' Bazaar - (11) The Ghostly Ship That Sank With the Sun - (12) The Arcane Ingredients Needed to Brew a Potion (The New Magicians) - (13) The Shell-Made Throne at the Bottom of the Sea - (14) The Gon Blood of the Last Descendants

Parallel Shadows (novel series)* - (1) Parallel Shadows (Revision Ver.) - (2) Light of the Railing (Parallel Shadows) - (3) Burning in Degrees (Parallel Shadows) - (4) Perpendicular Grid (Parallel Shadows) - (5) Crossed Between Axes (Parallel Shadows) - (6) Divisual of Angles (Parallel Shadows)

Wager and Cursed (novel trilogy)* - (1) Betting on Mushrooms - (2) Flying for High Stakes (Wager and Cursed) - (3) Always Bet on Blackmail (Wager and Cursed)

Shakedown (stream-of-consciousness experiment)

When It Showers

Link & Pin* - (1) Link & Pin — (The Quill & The Feather) - (2) Link & Pin — (Murder of Crows) - (3) Link & Pin — (Blue Overcast)

The Final Straw

A Stanger Comes to Town

Navigating Peril With a Compass and a God

150 Million Tonnes

Lies Von Iash

Shards of Midnight

Something in Retaw

The Neitherling & Champion

Beachcombers

Deck Them All

The Hotel With the Glass Elevator (previously titled "GGD Crew")

Half-Hour Identity

Head Space

Twisted, Entwined

Out Phazed

Non-Stop ∞

My Life is a Comedy (and I am a Side Character)

Two-Faced Flip

(post-apocalyptical world where you can kill someone for like a house)

(the necromancer/holy knight thing)

(Where the knight gets stuck protecting the practitioner)

(Attempt to write mystery)

(that one story idea)

(Untitled WIP, Walled-In Town)

A prince that can turn into a dragon visits a kingdom where he is supposed to marry the princess and he turns into a dragon to share his secret but someone sees him so they have to make up a whole situation where the princess is captured by the dragon and

Like 82957 short stories that I'm not going to list here because. there are literally so many of them.

Y'all. That's like 35 WIPs in my stupid WIP folder, not counting the individual stories within each series. THERE'S NO WAY I FOLLOW KNOW MANY WRITEBLRS BUT I'M NOT ABOUT TO BACK DOWN FROM A CHALLENGE So I'm (gently) tagging: @my-cursed-prince, @athenswrites, @amaiguri, @k-v-briarwood, @the-grim-and-sanguine, @planets-and-prose, @owlsandwich, @card-queen, @zestymimblo, @lordcatwich, @wordswrittenbynight, @worldsfromhoney, @ahordeofwasps, @autumnalwalker, @nettleandthorne, @bassguitarinablackt-shirt, @gwenthekween, @harleyacoincidence, @dancinginsepia, @fire-but-ashes-too, @aziz-reads, @serendipminiewrites, @maskedemerald, @da-na-hae, and literally whoever else wants to do this because. Yeah. Open tag.

(I realize after typing all of that that the game is probably just supposed to refer to only one specific WIP but you know what. I already typed all of that so I'm just going to live with it. Have fun y'all.)

[onthemerits]

ty @effiepotterisamilf for the tag!!

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

1. ATYD fic

2. Peter the fucking rat

3. Buffy AU

4. Black Brothers Buffy

5. Fine I’ll write a PJO AU

6. Monster House

7. trans jeggy omegaverse

8. slutfest trip

9. clue au

10. first place

11. trans lily story

12. Master of Interrogation

13. mwpp anastasia au

14. mwpp aftercare/overstim

15. jarty apocalypse

16. ivy murder wives

17. unnamed freak fic (tomreg sugar baby)

18. ballad au

19. smutty jeg shorts

20. i look in peoples windows

jfc someone stop me pls i didn’t even include all the docs i have with just planning in them…

*takes a deep breath* no pressure tags sorry if you’ve already been tagged okay here we go:

@siriusblackfamilytrauma @lightningrogers @steveahoi @emlovessid @jmeslovr @jewishregulus @writingamarie @leodores @ghst-boys @samynnad102687 @thebibutterflyao3 @anauro @magswrite @vlaflipvla @regscupid @bellaxisworld @whoopsiesnodaisies @thistlecatfics @onehundredflamingos @goldenbi

[theearlgreymage]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

Soooo -- The lovely @ic3-que3n decided to tag me in this little game. Because they know I am eternally procrastinating on all my WIPS.

(Original Ask Game)

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

Vogue in Paradis (And I will be using this specific WIP for all remaining questions)

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Fashion Designer Erwin + Makeup Designer Levi = Rivals to Lovers Office Romance

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Guys. Come on. This is ME we're talking about - they are going to fuck. Explicitly.

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

This one was originally unnamed when the premise for it was created. I started this a while ago, and then set it on the back burner, but then Lewi dropped this amazing art and it sparked that flame of motivation to continue it -- and gave it a Title.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

Either May Their Blood Boil will get an update OR I will finish Vogue in Paradis

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Despite how meticulously I keep my Google Drive organized, there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to my Docs Names. Most of the time it is just an extremely vague phrase. But I do keep my Docs ORGANIZED. Each fandom has it's own folder, and within that there are folders for oneshots, series, ideas, and @ic3-que3n (yes - they have a whole ass folder because they put that many ideas in my fucking head.)

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

“Smith.”  At the mere mention of Erwin’s name, Hange starts laughing.   “Stop that,” I sneer at them as I lean back in my chair and cross my arms defensively. Already anticipating where this is going to go – which is why I didn’t want to say anything to them in the first place.  “Stop being in denial then,” Hange wheezes out between fits of laughter.  “I’m not in denial!”  We’ve had this argument before – anytime I bring up Erwin, Hange insists that I have a crush on him. Which I do not.  “Keep telling yourself that,” Hange drawls as they wipe a tear of laughter away from their lash line.  “We’re not having this discussion.”  “And you’re still not getting laid.”  “Hange.” I practically snarl at them.   It doesn’t perturb them in the slightest. “Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong,” and I’m about to answer their demand but then they keep going. “Tell me you don’t think he’s a whole ass meal. That you haven’t thought about what he’s hiding under those bland Oxford shirts and wool pants.”  “I don’t –”  “Or that you don’t think he’s infuriatingly good at his job.”  “That has nothing –”  “Or that you can’t seem to keep your eyes and ears off of him in joint meetings.”  “Well that’s only –” “Or that it’s a damn shame no one has been able to take him off the market.”    The silence that falls over us is uncomfortably tense. And I can’t decide if I want to crawl beneath my desk at the sudden, horrifying, realization that I can’t deny a word they just said – or leap across the table and strangle them for making me realize I can’t.  “That’s what I thought,” they chime triumphantly as they lean back on their hands. Pushing a pencil cup out of its place.  “Get. Out.” I snip between clenched teeth. My hands balled up in fists in the crooks of my elbows to keep from lashing out at this idiot I call my best friend. 

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

Hmm. No. I'm holding this information incase I un-scrap the idea.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a WILD backwards-reincarnation plot cooking in my head right now. I'm going to make the CANON the reincarnation and write a whole pre-canon/part reincarnation for my blorbos. And I am ITCHING to write it like it's no ones fucking business, but I'm determined to get some other projects off my plate first so that I can give it the attention that it rightfully deserves.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Hahahahaha...ha...ha... Well. You see...That's not an easy answer. Because I am not good at math and cannot count that high... But. In the last 30 days...Going off of WIPs that I've typed at least 500 words on... 11...

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Yes 😎

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Bless. You're too sweet my love ❤️

And now so I can spread the procrastination, I’m tagging...

@artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @buffy @j-nipper-95 @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @skeedelvee @thewholelemon @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @palimpsessed

[penny00dreadful]

What if... perhaps....Bad Wolf Steve..... And then the beautiful boy's blush is golden now when Eddie flirts with him...

Previous asks answered here and here.

Omg wait dude because the Bad Wolf storyline has so much angst potential, it's delicious.

And omg, just a lil golden blush?

Or mayhaps some golden little pinpricks of light where his moles are?

And do I continue down Roses storyline? Do I do stuck in the parallel universe? (but happy endings always guaranteed because OW)

Or perhaps the Doctor Donna? OH MY GOD THAT WOULD HURT SO MUCH.

NO WAIT DO YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE WORSE, WHAT WOULD HURT MORE???

Take the Doctor Donna and make it the Doctor Robin

I'm poking myself in my heart, I can’t.

I need to keep things happily ever after otherwise I’ll destroy myself 😅

I’m getting so buzzed about this AU, you don’t understand!

Ask me about my WIPs!

[mantisgodsdomain]

The House Is Established's currently unnamed sequel is presently undertaking a lot of fun planning. To properly explain the reason for this, we must illustrate it in quotes from us talking about the fuck shit we're up to, mainly phrases such as "this is one of the top ten fics where writing them makes us think that we should put more effort into actually reading house of leaves" and "can we see the ultrakill terminal log plaintext" and "there are at least four distinct minotaurs".

We're still illustrating something for the sequel in Day 5, mind you, it just might not make a lot of sense due to the fact that our planning doc is functionally a conspiracy board at this point

[seth-shitposts]

[Making some organization of our WIPs, so might as well do a WIP post while im at it-]

Feel free to ask any questions about ones that poke your interest or if you'd like bits from them or let us know which ones are your fave or that you're pulled toward.

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For the longest of the long AU WIPs, there's

-Defectors AU - AU in which Kallus was assigned to the Bridger Raid and finds Ezra.

-The Aphelion Waltz - AU where the empire never came to be. Trouble in the lower levels of Coruscant sends the entire galaxy into an uproar.

-Sense of Faith, Self, & Valor - AU in which The Grand Inquisitor and Tua lived and Kallus convinces/inspires them to join the rebellion.

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For long fics and multi chaps, we have

-The Renaecense of 264 -Kallus finds a droid abandoned by the empire out in the cold.

-Change In Plans -Prompt fic in which Kallus comes across a young lasat child in imperial custody. (Has been in our docs for MONTHS- I don't think we've spoken much on it)

-Salticidae -prompt fic where Kallus finds a lovely little creature and Zeb has to try and get over a fear before his partner gets home. (Might be a one shot, might be a multichap)

-Eyes of the Ashla -a prompt fic au. Kallus can see specific ghosts

-Insomniac Art Attack - Prompt fic. Sabine putting restless energy into good use.

-Pull You Into Dark Corners - heavy revisions needed. Nsfw. KalluZeb

-All Of Me -secret relationship. Not a slow burn, but something adjacent. This one might be scrapped and fused into other works. We'll see.

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One Shots!

-Baby Its Cold Outside [Defectors AU AU Edition]

-Jealousy Ft. Alexsandr - AU of sorts (mainly because time line doesn't line up with the concept but it makes me giggle). Kanan has a very Oblivious Moment and is jealous of Kallus.

-Bite Me, Love -something that was originally just a silly little thought but then 3 of you within a span of 5 minutes said I should do it. Like damn alright ig (I look forward to it hehe)

-[Unnamed Gift for Lost in Derry] - In the rebellion, Kallus being loyal to Hera. (I'm so excited about this one)

-[Unnamed Gift for GreyGhost] -After a major victory and an even bigger celebration, Kallus cares after a very drunk lasat.

-"Kiss The Girl" fic - Ezra and Kanan do a few shenanigans in attempt to get Kallus and Zeb to confess to each other. Ends in disaster every time. ... or maybe not.

-Morning Haze -nsfw kalluzeb

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Ideas/Prompts we have that we haven't had the chance to start yet. But am eager to get to.

-"I would rather set myself on fire in an attempt to burn them from daring to try and touch me than let them do as they please." - Sabine Wren (We have 2 different ideas for this one. One that's early on in Sabine doing ghost crew, between her and Kanan. And the other is her and Kallus being assigned to a negotiation together, and it's one of the first missions they have together.) (Might make them be in the same timeline, like the second being a reflect to the first and time passing. The first being far more reckless and self destructive while the second is a promise of fight, a continous call to action.)

-so so so many fulcrum trio things. You have no idea how badly HOW BADLY I need these three to be on missions together.

-in addition to the above, Jealousy ft Cassian & Ahsoka.

-sentient glimmer fics

-Sentient Bo-rifles

-Kallus surprising Zeb by making him some of his favourite foods. So much fluff.

-Fulcrum Kallus dealing with the severe isolation of being so deep in the empire.

-Kallus keeping Every Item someone gives him.

-nsfw - service top Kallus & pillow princess Zeb

-6 More Prompts we've been given that we haven't started yet but are waiting for us once we get through a few more wips first.

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These are the ones we have thrown up on Ao3 rn that we are half way through

-Conversationalist - an Ezra Fic

-Jealousy ft Lando - KalluZeb nsfw

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Staying in hiatus until I have the availability to bring it out is

Force User Zeb - this is a long au fic we haven't been able to touch in awhile (😭😭😭)

[pikl-ooc]

i guess im doing this now

prolly wont use this blog like ever but yknow good 2 have. if you ever wanna ask me shit i'll answer it

I used #grumblrooc instead of #grumblr ooc cause the latter shows up in the #grumblr tag and it's wack

actual oc blog with like art n shit -> @footlongdingledong2

^doc w more info (+comments on bc funny)

toyhouse folder that also has more info

list of characters+blogs i run under cut bc there's a lot of them

@culling-horror-stories -mod x/zaxlii cadvyr (oliveblood, null of null, unnamed planet 5. Enigmatic little catboy whose jjst apathetic to everything) -mod roman/maztim lerato (tealblood, maid of heart, unnamed planet 5. 4chan girl wth 70 alternative accounts)

@sburb-confessions -sunkit heliaa (goldblood, heir of light, unnamed planet 5. Overall a sweetie but kinda ditched her friend group)

@your-fave-is-x-sign -too many ass wholes to name but theyre all from earth

@siamesevoyager -leukko erytho (oliveblood, seer of blood, up05. catboy number 2, going the fuck through it rn)

@caveboundanonymous -akrepi ayopia (ceruleanblood, sylph of doom, beforan, mod kark3 of @/beforus-for-real-justice. Very Mentally Ill and was isolated for the first 20ish years of his life) -"frogkrepi" (fucked up dreamself-turned-even more fucked up dreamself frogsprite. posts tagged as #🐸)

@foreseeingarachnidae -aracne ayopia (ceruleanblood, sylph of blood, alternian, mod kankri of @/alternia-for-real-justice. 17 year old w worst ocd ever and several dead friends. blog icon girl.) -j dekila/jaenne delyla (purpleblood, rogue of heart, alternian. posts tagged as #📝. jeff the killer kinnie clowngirl)

@spectatingphantom -viktor arbiio (fuchsiablood, bard of time, beforan, mod remele of @/beforus-for-real-justice. also dead)

@pormalusername -pormal nerson (violetblood, mage of void, up05. 41-year-old facebook user who posts fish memes)

@masqueradedcreacher -euterpie/terpie (red cherub "rustblood", lord of hope, planet unknown. Off the shits, unauthorized fucking thing) -euterise/eri (green cherub "jadeblood", muse of rage, planet unknown. also off the shits but way dryer abt it)

@lunarhopbeast -name unknown (caste unknown, classpect unknown, up05. bitchy little rabbit who complains about people in wingdings)

@verbomanicdespair -monica itezza (indigoblood, prince of breath, idk her deal yet but she sucks bad. way too young to be online shes like 12-13)

@missing-trolls -ekqida liffly (indigoblood, heir of mind, beforus. so very normal about crime and violence)

@nametaganimal -vltaur nyatte (bronzeblood but has goldblood eyes and lies abt being a gold bc of that, knight of space, alternian but is currently in The Sgrub. very loud and kind of stupid and i love him)

@solitarymeteor -bakole raavti (rustblood, bard of space, up05. died but is trying her best. overall a sweetie+i love her)

@neurondisintrest -ranvir myelin (bronzeblood, sylph of mind, up05. Big shouty asshole and I love him as well)

@strikingmasqueradeflarp -chrona ouboro (indigoblood, rogue of time, up05. idk hes dead lol)

@strikingmasquerade -?????? ?????? (ceruleanblood, page of breath, up05. ghost haunting a fucked up pornbot virus infected computer)

@/trollstrology [shared] -mod dolorosa/estria maeyja (jadeblood, seer of space, alternian. girl who is giving the worst dating advice ever w her besties)

@/beforus-for-real-justice [shared] -mod kark3/akrepi ayopia (see caveboundanonymous) -notmod chixie/j dekila/jaenne delyla (see foreseeingarachnidae) -mod nepeta 2/catepe arbiio (fuchsiablood, heir of time, beforan) -mod remele/vikras arbiio (see spectatingphantom) -mod c/euterise/eri (see masqueradedcreacher) -mod c the cooler one/euterpie/terpie (see masqueradedcreacher) -mod stelsa/zarina perfon (indigoblood, witch of life, up05) -mod joey/herrin kladiv (???blood, knight of hope, up05)

@/alternia-for-real-justice [shared] -mod kankri/aracne ayopia (see foreseeingarachnidae)

@/godtiers-for-real-justice [shared] -mod lamb/loubou lazkin (rustblood, rogue of life, alternian. kind of a bitch to everyone except like one guy) -mod lycan/luprir lazkin (rustblood, rogue of doom, beforan. el woowoo archaeology with Troll Autism)

@/terrible-quirk-ideas [shared] -mod camo/khamal regoli (oliveblood, ??? of mind, alternian. literally barely there lmao)

[dogmomwrites]

WIP Name Game

These tags came (a while ago oops) from @talesofsorrowandofruin and @briannaswords, so thanks for including me in this game!

Rules—share the titles of WIP docs, whether they’re serious or simply placeholders, so that people can send an ask regarding a title that most interests them, and then share either a snippet of that WIP or something regarding it. Tag as many people as you have WIPs

Castle in the Ice

Castle in the Mountain

What Lies in the Shadows

Casual Days

Castle on the Shore

Par for the Course

Golden D

Castle 5

Legends and Legacies

Alara at War

Unnamed WIP

Castle 4

Sequel's Sequel

Sequel (to unnamed wip)

DnD Drabbles

Drengr

Soft tags are going to @axl-ul, @unmellowyellowfellow, @pluttskutt, @lexiklecksi, @crypticcodexcreations, @andromedaexists, @oh-no-another-idea, @inkspellangel, @winglesswriter, @on-noon, @theglitchywriterboi, @avrablake, @careful-fear, @written-in-starlight, @tc-doherty, and @nightlylaments, as well as leaving an open tag!

[kalevalakryze]

wip title game!!!

ahahhhhhh ty tytyty mwah @livelaughleia

(I go nuts every time I get tagged in one of these idk)

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

Man, you want ALL those files? Lmao buckle up (going from most recently opened)

1.) Oneh Marukki

2.) City Lights

3.) That’s What Family Does

4.) Hockey AU

5.) lmao shin getting railed

6.) SIGHING SO FUCKING HARD

7.) My Kids

8.) Groceries

9.) Demanding Devotion

10.) Eye of Sion

11.) boreeed

12.) College of Geonosis

13.) Ink Blots .2

14.) Never Know Ch 15

15.) Rise of Old Masters Ch 7

16.) THE LAWLESS

17.) Welcome To The Family ch 5

18.) WolfWren Unnamed Doc

19.) Breaking Noses

20.) Convalescence Ch 2

(There is also another 30 untitled/undrafted WIPS all piled into a singular doc titled Writing To Do List so….)

No pressure tag!!!: @cmbdragon98 @firerose @thegirlsinthecity