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madstronaut · 5 months ago

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WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW! I SAID WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW

blahblahmaster rant list link blahblah dont look at me

PSA when you only just discover a moot is a prolific writer you run to read all her writing and comment in excruciating detail cc: @gemmahale

blorbo x named oc fans, this one’s for you (it’s me, im talking about me)

please see below a random and incomprehensive ramblelist of my stream of consciousness as I sampled from gemma's works:

Feylands WIP

I find the content warning tags extremely titillating (also I have not seen such a prolifically well organized tag list AND color coordinated to boot like gemma’s blog???? putting my outlook inbox/work docs/excel sheets to shame!!!) and I don’t even read/like fae stories (yes I never read ACOTAR and I don’t plan to anytime soon, I missed that booktok ship, most likely cos im not on the tikky tokky as the children like to say, i watch the reposts on instagram like a proper mlllenial)

Josephine’s heart pitter-pattered at the compliment, heat climbing up her cheeks as she mumbled a thanks, their eyes locking again.

🥰🥰🥰NOT THE PITTER PATTER

my inquisitive ass is already like “what’s gary’s real name” and “hearing aid = soap b/c of all the damn bombs he blows up?” “but i headcanon gaz with freckles, maybe it’s gaz? gaz = gary?” “or maybe ghost = gary?” GEMMA GIVE US WIPS I MEAN HINTS PUT ME OUTTA MY MISERY

Call of the Wild WIP

I love the little note gemma included about this being inspired by @deadbranch (shoutout to branchy btw my beloved) - honestly floored at all the beautiful fic/headcanon/drabbles/askfills ive read that are the brainchilds birthed from love for other creators’ brainchildren

also equally floored at how many of writers here are like “this incredibly layered/moving/tender/spicy/nasty fic came to me in a dream”

also SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPESSSSS

Kyle cleared his throat, shifting his stance. “She prefers to be called a wolf.”

AHAHAHAHAHAHA GODDDD THIS WAS A ZINGER

“Please!” Kyle called back, face half covered in shaving cream.

i need fanart of this right fucking now let me, i mean shannon, sorry oops but haha..unless? finishing shaving you bby

and FUCKING ROACH IS IN THIS FIC HOLD ME BACK OR YOU *WILL* GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE OF ME TEARING APART THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE BECAUSE MY BRIEF HYPERFIXATION ON ROACH IS BACK WITH A VENGEANCE FROM THIS SMALL SNIPPET AND IN THIS 500 PG DISSERTATION I WILL-

also THAT PROLOGUE APPETIZER SLAYED ME

“The way I see it, you’re fucked either way. You don’t make it out of here, you’re fucked. You become mine, you’re fucked - but in the good way.”

this + the mention of bulge + damp cheek definitely brought a visceral IRL memory for me (affectionate/horny)

also sidenote: it’s the little things that matter and gemma i see you gurl and salute you - incorporating things like hearing aids, mentioning roach is HoH/using sign language, shannon using a shower cap for her curly hair - 😘👌

Corporal Distraction WIP

holy MOTHER OF FUCK THIS SHORT LITTLE EXCHANGE IS FUCKING HOOOOOOOOOT

The captain moved closer to her, gently lifting her chin up with his finger. “So you’re the bird that’s got my sergeant distracted.”

“Sir?”

“Been trying to figure out what’s got Gaz so twisted up lately. Figured it was a partner, didn’t think it was a Corporal under him.” He didn’t release her chin, now holding it between his thumb and finger. “Has good taste, at least,” he muttered, eyes shifting to the Lieutenant, who only huffed in response.

any premise that fucks with/frustrates/sleep-deprives soap has my heart ��

Flowers From My Love WIP

the bit where they discuss the casserole perfectly encapsulates each of the boys imho - price grunting out a response, soap eagerly asking about the food (such youngest of the group/im baby vibes), gaz picking up on the note and name/# left, ghost grumbling and ofc he fucking HAS to bring up manchester-

and the MOODBOARD!!!! God I fucking love when writers flesh out a bit of their worldbuilding with related art, moodboards, face claims, etc etc etc i WILL lick up every crumb from the floor like a starving doggo- fun fact, one of my first interactions in cod fandom was requesting a moodboard from @the-californicationist (also shoutout to cali my beloved)

and PEPPER THE SERVICE DOG OH MY LORD PLEASE GOD IF THE 141 MEN CAN’T BE REAL LET PEPPSY BE REAL PLEASE GOD IF I HAD TO ASK FOR ONE THING FROM THIS CURSED HELLSITE-

Palace Hallways WIP

my mind blacked out at artificer soap and knight kyle and druid ghost - I also just finished a campaign with my homegroup IRL not too long ago and we’re taking a long break before the next game while our DM preps and this is making me miss playing with them ;-;

Edge Dressing WIP

KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE that’s it that’s the tweet

“She did, did she?” Kate murmured, scratching at Letty’s scalp and smirking as the woman went boneless against her.

yes only natural, i too would also go boneless if laswell was scratching my scalp and giving me a massage mommy? sorry. mommy. sorry? mommy. sorry?

Embroidered Secret WIP

if someone told me a year ago when I wasn’t into regency shows/fics that reading some COD AUs - yes fucking CALL OF DUTY, the military propaganda first person shooter video game - would change my mind - well id be more shocked than if someone flashed some ankle at my victorian pearl clutching ass

also please i love every single trope listed here

141 Studios WIP

“Our sweet soft girl Samantha (plus size rep ftw!) finds her niche quickly as the resident camgirl - creating a new set of films called "Tip of The Tongue", where she (and others) commentate on the scenes being filmed in a behind the scenes way.”

fuck i would read an entire multiseries for this premise alone???

Crew scramble around to clean up the sweat and cum streaked across the couch to reset for another scene.

fun fact - i briefly interned as a PA in college and one of the producers i worked with mentioned offhand that he once rolled up to a set that was cleaning up after a porn shoot and claimed they were rolling away literal barrels of lube 👀

“You the new girl?” His voice was deep, rumbling like stones cascading down a mountain.

NEW GIRL, OLD MAN, BLUE BIRD, CLOWN WITH A BUCKET HAT, I WILL BE ANYTHING FOR YOU PS!SIMON

A Protege’s Trust WIP

The most titillating tag of all..an empty one! lol jk im just messin with ya gemmy but actually yes i don’t see any posts with this tag

Museum Muse WIP

ahem you already know my rabid thoughts on this but noticed this new post re: multiple timelines and tbh do I know what’s going on? absolutely not - do I want to dive into this museum muse multiverse regardless? absolutely yes

Brix WIP

Re: “If it’s a story about learning to be loved again after a series of devastating losses, can that story then end on another loss? (And should the epilogue soften that loss by allowing them some sort of reprieve?)”

YES! i need to be in a certain mood to read angst but GOD WHEN I AM IN THE MOOD DOES IT HIT THE SPOT/FEEL SO CATHARTIC

also re: these comments - “Also, a bit of catharsis for my shitty experience working in the orchard industry.”

“It's less of a love story and more of a healing story. It's also a bit of a middle finger to the orchard that nearly hospitalized me. 🙃 (It's healing not only for the characters lol.)”

i find these types of fics are some of the best ive read when the writers have IRL experiences bleed into their writing - just has a certain je ne sais quoi about em

also i could be knee deep in sewage sludge and if i sensed soap within a 1 mile radius i would throw myself at him, brb busy handforging a trophy for annabeth for having enough willpower to continue working while JOHN SOAP MACATAVISH WHINES ABOUT WANTING TO COP A FEEL

Squeamish Stitches WIP

✨GLITz!!!! ✨fucking love this name

“God, I’d die here a happy man,” he grumbles into your thigh as you adjust your balance.

His hands wrap around your calves, grunting as the treads dig into his shoulders. “No, between your legs.”

Ghost interrupts. “Keep it tactical, Sergeants.”

THE FUCKING BANTER? GHOST COCKBLOCKING GAZ? FUCKIGN SCREAMINNG

Useful Girl WIP

you had me at “we gonna get nast-ay kink-ay” and also got strong “secretary” with maggie gyllenhaal + james spader vibes

also i had to look up ‘brown bottle flu’ as i’ve never heard that term before! ✨i learn somethng new with fanfic daily✨

She felt the breeze as the door opened behind her, the whiff of cigar smoke and cologne causing her to shift in her seat and sit up straighter.

if you’ve ever smelled/heard someone before you saw them it is *quite* the experience

“It's the prickle of the mountain's oncoming storm. It's the flapping of the flag in the howling wind. It's the explosion of lightning hitting a tree, splitting it open, part charred and part living - two states diametrically opposed to each other. It's the sigh of relief when the clouds finally part and the rain pours out. It's the breath of fresh air when the storm dissipates and everything is left clean.

It's yearning so hard for something that it leaves one fundamentally changed when they achieve it.

...I really ought to make moodboards for this fic. 😅”

this was an incredible fucking paragraph to read, fucking poetry right here, also incredibly erotic? though that might just be leftover brainworms in my head from watching shogun and a scene where one of the main charas describes an orgasm as “clouds parting after rain”

Highland Tartans WIP

She reached her hand into his wool, petting him. “He comes from a good line and all, he’s just young.”

MacTavish laughed, sliding his hands to rest on his waist. “Aye, young and dumb. I know the type.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PLEASE GOD GEMMA

I CANNOT CHOOSE FAVORITES BUT SPARE A THOUGHT FOR MY FREE TIME AND WORK HOURS WHEN YOU POST MORE OF THESE AND AT LEAST SPREAD THEM OUT SO I CAN KEEP MY JOB AND PAY MY BILLS INSTEAD OF GORGING ON YOUR WRITING

anyway to sum up i am fully convinced the multiverse lives inside of gemma’s brain because goddamn i am convinced once day some god-tier epic space opera multiseries is gonna spring out fully formed like athena from the gemmamind (yes I compared you to zeus, a mythical god, deal with it)

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nualaofthefaerie · 20 days ago

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Wip game

I'm riffing off of @seiya-starsniper , but I believe she will forgive me. She asked where the POTO Sandflower was, and I felt compelled to answer. The following snippet is from the very famous big Sandflower project for which I have not said anything up until today. It is a fully fledged human AU set in modern Paris. Art for it already exists, and it will be released with season 2 of the show. For the sake of context, the Alarie family are the Endless. Alarie, as a surname, comes from Southern France, and it means "all-powerful." "The Parisian Nightmare" is well...him. Sandflower are not the only ship of the story. The expected length is about 300k words:

~♡~

“Nuala!”

“Yes?! Is everyone alright?!”

“Yeah, we are fine. Bast thought you would like to know so I ran back.”

“Yes?”

“He is here.”

Three simple words yet each punched her right in the gut. The array of curses bubbling at the front of her consciousness remained unsaid as Nuala manoeuvred down the corridor and up the stairs towards the lighting structures.

“Where are you going?” Ishtar ran after her.

“To see.”

“You can’t see shit from there.”

“That’s not true.”

One just had to know where to stand. Nuala did: right behind the big, left spotlight, there was an opening that even the most discerning members of the audience couldn’t see. She had to sit on her knees and let the cold metal emboss itself on her skin, but it was worth it. It was worth it to make sure it was true.

She found out with horror that it indeed had been the case. The Parisian Nightmare occupied the same table as the week before, accompanied by Lucifer, Eve and Pierre Caplan, Johanna Constantine and a few members of political significance Nuala had only ever seen in passing on the TV screen in the dressing room.

“Where is Desire?” she whispered, but Ishtar had not followed her up the stairs to answer. The reigning seniors of DeLux were on stage, performing their hearts out while Nuala remained hidden behind the light for the rest of the show. Her eyes were glued to Monsieur Alarie’s face as the night progressed and came to a close. By the end, the showgirl found herself tightly pressed against the railing. She had watched as the displeasure became more and more evident on his sharp features the longer the acts lasted. Each time he would turn to speak to his acquaintances, Nuala would remember to breathe and then quickly forget once he came back into the light. When Bast thanked the public for being as wonderful as always, she could swear she saw Morpheus Alarie’s jaw clench in anger, but that sliver of emotion passed quickly. He was approached by an unknown individual who whispered something in his ear, to which the magnate only nodded, got up, bid farewell to his companions and Nuala didn’t see him again for the rest of the night. The tight knot in her stomach remained the single evidence she possessed of his existence.

Only when the curtains dropped and the jazz band was introduced, Nuala ran down the stairs and into the dressing room, slamming the door behind her.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Bast chuckled, peeling off her false eyelash.

“More or less.” Nuala breathed in and out slowly, trying to reinstate her composure.

“Don’t dismiss the concept too fast.” Ishtar pointed towards Nuala’s station. “The Phantom of the cabaret was here again.”

The bouquet on her makeup station was nothing short of a deja-vu - the roses, the lotuses, the baby-breathes, the envelope next to it, and the blinding rage that overcame Nuala's senses. She rushed to grab the brief, this time sealed with a golden insignia.

“The Alarie insignia?” Nuala turned it to her friends.

For the first time since she’d known her, Bast had nothing to say, but Nuala saw her shiver before nodding. The insignia was anything but simple, but the showgirl refused to inspect it. She cracked it open, rushing to take out the note from inside.

“My wishes remain unchanged. Join me. It does not suit you to hide.”

M.A.

~♡~

This fic has so many ships in it, and I refuse to choose a fave even if Sandflower are main. DesirexLucifer, Clurahob (god Bless the real agenda has been Clurahob all along) BastxJohanna, OrpheusxCorinthian, DeathxWanda, IshtarxDestruction, even some Dreamling leftovers...I love this story so much you people don't understand...anyways! Yes. That's it from me for now.

#the sandman #nuala of the faerie #nuala #the sandman netflix #nuala the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandflower #the sandman comics #nuala sandman #sandman fanfic

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tracingpatternswrites · 1 year ago

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Trick or treat! 👻🎃

(did i already send you one of these?? I can’t remember!)

Hello, my darling! Haha, no, you've only sent on of these. You know everything about all of my WIPs and ideas so I wanted to do something different, and it just so happened that I had a little burst of inspiration.

Here, have a little missing scene from Wilder than Mountain Thyme, some Jegulus set after the Halloween party when everyone has gone home.

If you haven't read WTMT, I'm sorry, this probably won't make much sense but it's my baby so please, go read it. In short, Regulus and James are dating and have recently moved in together, Leo is Reg's child.

”It was a good party,” James said through a yawn as he got into bed. ”Perhaps it should be a tradition from now on.” ”It was,” Regulus agreed, shifting closer to James and running a hand softly down his chest. ”Only perhaps without the giant slug next time.” James stifled a laugh, rolling over onto his side so he could look at his boyfriend. He still couldn’t believe they’d made it this far, that Regulus and Leo had agreed to move up to Scotland for him, and he felt a happy little stutter in his chest. He grinned widely. “Yeah, we should probably start taking some precautions when it comes to his accidental magic.” Regulus hummed in agreement as his dark grey eyes flicked down James’ body, “I’m just happy Lily’s friend was here so I finally found out what that stupid lion story was about.” James snorted softly, feeling a little sizzle of heat down his spine as Regulus�� fingers began to wander almost absently across his skin. “He’s a funny one, isn’t he? Can’t quite figure him out.” “I think he might just be Scottish,” Regulus supplied unhelpfully, slipping a hand underneath the hem of James’ underwear. James felt himself starting to fatten by the sheer proximity of Regulus’ clever hands to his groin and he shifted a little, making more room. He thought about what Regulus had said, making a noncommittal noise. “You should hear Sirius talk about him,” James mumbled, his voice a little breathless. “Half the time I dunno if he wants to fight him or fuck him.” Regulus didn’t respond to that, shifting his body down and James spread his legs in anticipation, continuing almost absently as he was more focused on what Regulus was doing than what he was saying. “I think he needs to get laid. Sirius, that is, I think it’d do him well.” Regulus huffed our a breath and when James looked down at him he could see his boyfriend’s eyes glinting back at him in the darkness, a little pull around his mouth as he curled his fingers around James’ cock, making him hiss out a moan. “Please don’t talk about my brother while I’m about to give you head,” he said primly and James bit his bottom lip, making a zipping motion over his mouth. Regulus shifted lower, lower, and James could feel the ghost of his breath against his erection, so close, when– “Daddy?” Regulus pulled away as if he’d burnt himself, hurriedly putting some distance between them as he sat himself up and James barely managed to resist a disappointed groin. He hastily tugged the duvet over himself, looking towards the door where Leo stood, clutching his stuffed lion against his chest. “Yes, love?” Reg said, patting the bed next to him as he looked at his son. “Did you wake up?” Leo nodded quietly as he padded over the floor and towards the bed. He looked so very much like Regulus, James thought, the shock black hair and pale skin and serious expression. “Bad dream?” Regulus asked as he lifted the five-year-old up into the bed and Leo nodded mutely. “Want me to go back with you?” Leo shook his head and James exchanged a look with Regulus over the boy’s black mop of hair. “Wanna sleep in here tonight?” James asked, and he could see the grateful flicker across Regulus’ face. “Between you,” Leo said decisively, sliding himself in between the two of them and James shifted a little to the side to make room. “Of course,” he said, easily, ruffling the boy's hair. Leo settled between them with a little sigh, curling himself into Regulus who wrapped an arm protectively around him. “Thank you,” Regulus mouthed silently from the other side of the bed, but James merely smiled. He wouldn’t change it for the world.

#wtmt snippet #wtmt missing scene #wilder than mountain thyme #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #leo black #trick or treat #holli tag #my writing

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nightimedreamersworld · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Big thanks @artsyunderstudy and @prettygoododds @confused-bi-queer @bookish-bogwitch tagging me in this! And to everyone else who's tagged me in a tumblr meme recently. It's been a while since I've done one of these.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

33!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Around 370k, but of those about 40k aren't mine. So in reality, something like 330k?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Carry On! I don't have the attention span for more of one at a time lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. How I wonder what you are aka baby fic

2. Mess is mine aka secret dating fic

3. Every little helps aka snickers fic

4. You and I will not be shaken aka huddling for warmth fic

5. From across the room aka my FIRST fic

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

I don't 😭 which makes me feel guilty and ungrateful, but alas. Every time I've tried to in the past, I'd run out of steam after half a dozen comments or so. Don't get me wrong, I love comments, they fuel me etc etc. Replying just makes me unreasonably anxious

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

Technically it's Love of Fate because it doesn't have an ending. It was supposed to be a prologue to something longer that would eventually have a happy ending, and that I simply never wrote lol

That said, the true angstiest ending is probably my All there's left is a ghost of you series - same moment, one from Simon's pov, the other from Baz's. Set between carry on and wayward son, which tells you everything about why it's here :) (Although arguably, those are hopeful endings. Kinda.)

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

Almost everything I write has a happy-ish ending, but the one indisputable happiest ending is probably How I wonder what you are

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not necessarily hate, but one time I did get someone mocking my fic for a mistake I made. Which, like, I deserved, for straying so far out of my comfort zone lol

Anyway. I have upped my research game since, so. Lesson learned?

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

Yes! The kind I want to read lol

Seriously, though, I tend to write weird stuff I can't find elsewhere. Someone once mentioned there's little mirror sex fic in the fandom, and BAM! I got the itch to write one. I've also tried my hand at web cam sex, body modification, and... [reads smudged handwriting] cemetery sex?

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

I haven't yet, but never say never, right? Although I'm much more likely to just write AUs instead. As in, take the world of the original, chuck the characters and just replace them with snowbaz lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Probably not? I mean. I hope so lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I've thought about doing it myself, but there's roughly any engagement with fics in Portuguese on AO3, so it doesn't feel worth the trouble

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

Birthday man! Though I might be open to it if a) someone with a compatible style is interested, and b) I find some free time to actually write lol

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Do I even need to say anything? (It's snowbaz)

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

Sigh. It's probably Let your colours bleed, because It's been 3 years, so I've just... sort of grown past the story? Which makes me sad, because I still like the concept, I just can't connect to anymore

There are a handful other WIPs still hanging on my ao3, but I still have hope for them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like writing plot! And also actions scenes. And banter, maybe a bit too much lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The beginning of a fic. And also the ending. And also the mid-

Seriously though, I find that I tend to be either too verbose or too succinct when I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say. Like, I either charge through it and the thing falls flat, or I drag it on for several paragraphs that amount to barely anything. Hopefully, I can mitigate that with the power of editing and beta readers

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

I think it's cool depending on context! Like, is this a situation in which this character would simply switch to another language? Also, why?

I haven't done it yet, though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Take a guess. (It was actually Harry Potter)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Dance Like a Flame! My specialest baby. My little darling. My magnum opus.

I'll jump at literally any chance to talk about this fic, so beware.

Phew! Can't believe I actually answered one of these for once... now, I'm pretty sure almost everyone has done this already, but I'm going to tag a few people anyway just so this doesn't get lost in the abyss

@palimpsessed @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @larkral @aristocratic-otter @hushed-chorus @whatevertheweather @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whogaveyoupermission

#simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

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carladuquette · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by @dragonsoftheeast to write about my writing - thank you!!! If you know me, you know I love to go on about this, so be prepared, this is a long one.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

312,657

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Elite Elite Elite, baby. I have one Money Heist fic (Nairobi, la puta madre para siempre 🔥) and one Class fic, but that's an Elite remake, sooo… I'm pretty much a one-trick pony haha.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Close your eyes, count to ten (duh); The ties were black, the lies were white (next chapter coming soon!); Midnights in October; Summer state of mind; It's the most wonderful time of the year

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

Yes! I'm so grateful for comments and love chatting with people about their thoughts, the characters, my interpretation of them, etc.

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

Hmm, I don't know that I really do angsty endings. Lots of angsty stories and chapter endings, for sure. But the ending-ending is usually at least hopeful, or perhaps melancholy. Maybe Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Fics like Midnights in October or Best Friends Forever are sad, but I wouldn't say the ending is angsty.

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

Close your eyes, count to ten! No way was I going to give Lu anything but the happiest ending after everything I put her through ❤️

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No! Honestly surprising considering I write so much VaLu and they're a little controversial, but I guess I got into Elite fic when the fandom was already pretty small, so not that many people were around to care anymore, haha.

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

Only very brief scenes.

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

Midnights in October is a ghost story (that's really a story about friendship) inspired by The Haunting of Bly Manor. And, uh, 12 points go to… is kind of a crossover with the Eurovision Song Contest? But my only real crossover is I put a spell on you, Hocus Pocus with the Elite characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet.

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

Lu and Valerio will always have my heart.

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

I have a laaarge number of story ideas that only exist in my head, but I don't have any unfinished WIPs right now. I'd like to think I'll end whatever it is I started, even if it may take me forever 🙃

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm good with plotting- I have good ideas that I can turn into fairly good stories, I'd like to think. I give different characters room to grow, or at least give them little moments to shine, too, not just my favorites/ main characters. With characters I know well, I can make them "make sense"- dig into their motivations, their character traits, how they've been treated and have it be clear (maybe not for the characters around them, but for the reader) why they act the way they do and why they make certain decisions, even when they're bad decisions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

There are some physical reactions people have that I repeat too often. I love angsty drama and in longer stories, I put in so much sometimes that it loses its effect a little, I think. I'd like to be able to write more lyrically, but I can't, so most of my stuff is pretty straight-forward. And I can't write good smut to save my life.

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

I personally don't believe in it. The occasional pet name or whatever thrown in is fine, but apart from that it a) doesn't make much sense to me; whatever language you write it, to me it's implied that this is the characters' mother tongue- like, I write in English, but the Elite characters live in Madrid, so the assumption is that they all speak Spanish, which would make switching to actual Spanish weird. And b) it's more work for readers then having to use online translators to figure out what people are saying.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I started to put down a Grey's Anatomy fic about Izzie and Denny yeeears ago that didn't go anywhere.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Obviously Close your eyes, count to ten will always be my baby. I spent close to three years with the characters and I'm proud of the story. But depending on the day and my mood I have other favorite fics, too.

I tag @dhyanshiva and @cangse-sanren, two incredibly talented Class fic writers. I can't think of any other mutuals who write, but if you do and that has escaped me (apologies), PLEASE DO THIS TOO! I'm serious- all fic writers, feel tagged!

#writing #fanfiction #close your eyes #elite #lu x valerio #money heist #la casa de papel #nairobi #class #class netflix #yashika x koel #team yashko #hocus pocus

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jobey-wan-kenobi · 2 years ago

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WIP GAME

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.

Thanks for the tag @youcandalekmyballs ... (this forced me to organize my Evernotes so now i hopefully actually have all my WIPs in one place!)

Okay, so now (even after deleting a few) my WIP evernote tag is RIDICULOUS, i have more WIPs than i have mutuals (what a loser thing to say), so that last bit ain't gonna exactly happen like that

They're all Railway Series/Thomas the Tank Engine fic unless otherwise noted. Yes, these days i am THAT cool 😎 S'how i roll now

(ph) 9 Times Lena Ebsley's Orientation Didn't Serve Her (and 1 Time It Did) — original fiction

(ph) The Positive Truth — original fiction

(ph) Two Time — original fiction

(ph) Untitled ("It wasn't odd to hear a stray zipping siren on the Lordeway at any hour of the day or night...") — original fiction

3 and 4, con't — rws/ttte meta

'10s

125 & 36

125 fic prologue

anonymous prequelly edward

another crew #2 scenelet coz WHY NOT

baby 124 + 125

barbara/stephen + bridget

barbara + edward

Bird - autumn

Bird - wherein we unlock the coppernobs' tragic backstory

Counterfeit — original fiction

Crow

diesels deserve ghost stories too

early 20s just put it here

early 20s—Bits

early 20s—Clearing a Line #2

early 20s—detritus?

early 20s—Firelighters

early 20s—H.'s first goods

early 20s—Names and Numbers

early 20s—One Eye Open

early 20s—Railman's Holiday

early 20s—The Autumn After

early 20s—The Conspirators

early 20s—The Express Engine****** v6

early 20s—The Spare Engine

early 20s—Timetables

engine mental health ask — rws/ttte meta

Ex Condor Through the Time Machine

Geometry in Jewels/Irmafax — original novel

good place/cheers crossover — the good place & cheers

Henry Tricks the Clergyman

James prequel

James the branch line BOSS 😎

joscelyn—beginning?

Les Frenês — original fiction

oliver & boco

philip !

rocks fall lansky wins — original fiction

splendid spin-off — edward & henry

splendid spin-off — scrapyard

splendid spin-off

splendid spin-off — emily

splendid spin-off — scrapyard 2?

splendid spin-off — thomas & toad

splendid spin-off — toby & joe

Stack Alone

Steam and Light II

Suited — the fugitive

the gays can have a little gordon!angst. as a treat

The Penitent — original fiction novel

The River — original fiction

the problematicness of thomas & friends — rws/ttte meta

Taboo2 — original fiction novel

Tobeisel

Trouble in the Big Station

Untitled ("The bump wasn't so much hard as unexpected")

Untitled ("36's entire world was bitter")

Untitled ("Trusty old Dumpling was missing")

Untitled (" 'Bless my bell,' Toby murmured, staring at the receding train")

Untitled ("The return had to be the best run of Edward's life")

Ward B — original fiction

@shinygoku, @academicgangster, @angryskarloey @houseboatisland, @joezworld, @lswro2-22, @putuponpercy, @whumpster-fire, @janetm47, uhhh yeah my brain's pretty fried and i am blanking on writer mutuals, @savageandwise, @youcandalekmyballs (why not have another go? idek), @weirdowithaquill ... @anyone at all who sees this and wants to play

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onlygenxhere · 5 months ago

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20 questions for writers

Tagged by @floating-in-the-blue. Thanks friend!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

526,945

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Julie and the Phantoms and one Teen Wolf

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Falling Toward the Future(264)

2. Julie and Luke’s Book of Dares(257)

3. Burn Baby Burn(159)

4. A Bigger Table(149)

5. Eat the Chips(145)

Falling Toward the Future was my first long fic in the jatp fandom. It’s a college AU that pulls from my own college experiences. I made the plan for it as I went along and learned a lot about what I like about writing and that I should have planned better before I started. It was still a lot of fun and I will always look back on those six-ish months fondly.

Julie and Luke’s Book of Dares was my second long fic I just finished in January. I wrote quite a bit of it before I started posting and this was my version of Dash and Lilly’s Book of Dares with the jatp characters so I had that to go by as far as plot goes and I think I kept to that as closely as I could with these characters.

Burn Baby Burn is the 6th story in the Found Family Fluff series and my first attempt at “sexual content” It’s Julie and Luke making out in a hammock. Very little dialogue. I was so nervous about posting this at the time. I’ve written WAY more explicit things since.

A Bigger Table is the 2nd story in the Found Family Fluff series and was inspired by buying a new dining room table and wishing I had four ghost boys to carry it in the house. It’s told from Ray’s pov.

Eat the Chips was my very first fic in the Jatp fandom and the smallest word count at only 752. This little series is the only “cannon” one with the boys still ghosts and still seems to be a fan favorite even though the series is pretty much done in my eyes. But never say never, ya know.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes

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

I don’t really do sad/angsty endings. But the saddest/angstiest fic overall I’ve written would have to be As Long as We Have Each Other. It’s a miscarriage fic and I cry every time I read it but it’s got a happy ending.

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

Everything has a happy ending. I honestly can’t pick.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Never any hate. A few “I didn’t like that thing.”

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

Yes. It’s mostly M/F. One M/F/M (Rukebox) and I have a M/M (Willex) coming at some point.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have not but if I ever had a good idea I certainly would.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also not to my knowledge, and I’d hope someone would tell me/ask me if they did that.

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

I haven’t although that would be fun.

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

I mean I’m going with ships I’ve written and say Julie/Luke and I used to run a Willow/Oz website back in the day.

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

Never say never but I’ve got a couple that aren’t really talking to me anymore. A Peterpatterlina one where Julie and Luke start secretly “dating” although everyone knows but both of them are feeling guilty about it because of Reggie. I just don’t know where it’s going so there it sits.

Then I have another Juke meet in a different time period like my Royality Maybe I Could Be Yours which is 90% smut but the idea that they were always meant to be together came up when I was writing it and I thought maybe it could be a series. We’ll see…

16. What are your writing strengths?

I hate these questions. I don’t know. Even in job interviews I never know how to answer this because what I think I’m good at others may think I’m shit at. I will say the parts I LIKE are coming up with funny lines or heartbreaking lines. Also a really good visual where I’ve managed to describe the scene exactly how it is in my head. Doesn’t happen as often as I’d like but sometimes I’ll get a comment that “saw” what I was trying to show and it just makes me so happy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Punctuation, hands down. (and spelling but word helps with that) It’s definitely better the more I’ve been writing but woof, I am not naturally good at it.

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

As long as it’s not too much. Especially in the jatp verse there should be a little Spanish here and there but I’m not a native speaker so I use it sparingly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite is almost always the one I’m currently working on so it’s the new series. The Miraculous Files of Mariposaport, Main(by Luke Patterson S.E.O.)

So it's the first fic in that series, It’s the End of the World as We Know It.

No pressure tagging, @wishfulstargazer, @writerownstory, @jackoneillistheman, and @jmrothwell

#ask game #writer asks #it's fun to look back #i've done this one before but it's interesting to see how my answers have changed #and how they are still the same

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amtrak12 · 8 months ago

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Recently, I realized grief is my primary theme in my Lucifer fics and ideas. More than the theme even, grief is the entire plot of a one-shot I'm editing and the sequel to my current epic WIP. But I'm firmly in my mid-thirties now, so I figured that's just where my head is at in recent years. You go through cycles in life and I'm simply in my 'grief era' as some might say.

Except that's not actually true. I am successfully writing complete stories centered around grief right now, yes, but I've actually been trying to write about grief for a full decade.

Not in my Doctor Who fics, though grief is embedded in the plots.

Not in my Ghostbusters fics either. Those were written out of a mix of spite and love and explore… well I don't really know what they explored. shrug

No, my focus on grief got started back around 2014 (or 2013??) with a Bering and Wells AU that (honest to Jo) was inspired by an innocent Casper gifset @itcameuponamidnightqueer reblogged. I spent YEARS trying to write that AU. I had a ton of worldbuilding and plot elements, but I just could never find the story. There was a clear beginning (er mostly clear) but no obvious middle or end. The concept was just too big and amorphous for me to wrangle at the time. But damn if there isn't something still haunting in it.

When I remembered this, it made me want to put all the story elements together in one place again. Now, I certainly talked about this AU idea before on Tumblr. You can dig back into my 2014-2015 archives, possibly even 2013, and find messy rambles about it. And I haven't actively worked on the idea since Ghostbusters 2016 was released so some of the details are fuzzy now. But in case anyone can spot the story this was trying to be or if anyone's simply curious, here's what I had for this Bering and Wells ghost AU:

Like I said it was a Casper gifset that sparked the inspiration. Specifically, the 'Can I keep you' scene if I remember correctly. With it being late 2013, I was obviously utterly drowning in WH13/B&W feels, and we were all writing and brainstorming full-fledged alternate settings AUs. So of course, my immediate thought was 'ghost Bering and Wells AU' -- except I thought 'what if Myka's the ghost?' Because HG is the obvious candidate, being the historical figure, but I wanted to put a twist on it and then got really obsessed with the idea of ghost!Myka… and it all spiraled from there.

I decided on a modern setting, 2014, and then went college aged -- possibly because I was only a few years removed from my own college years at the time, but also Myka's relationship with her father/family as a whole ended up playing a huge factor in the world-building so that could've influenced the ages. I don't even know where to begin here because again, I never had a real plot, so let's just dive in I guess.

Helena Wells, age 20, an engineering (? of sorts?) student who Caturanga took on as an intern for his work. Now, Caturanga is effectively studying ghosts, though he dresses it up in fancier terms. I can't remember what his research goals were, but identification and communication were certainly the first two steps.

Usually when I age HG down, I make Christina a baby sister who she either lost or is estranged from to keep that aspect of her backstory. This time I decided to center her grief on her father who I made up for this story as also someone sciencey and someone Helena really admired and was close to. But he died in a car accident a few years ago (technically he might have been hit by a car while crossing the street but I can't confirm that). So Helena is interested in Caturanga's research because she would love to at least talk to her father again and refuses to believe he's fully gone. Resurrecting him is not currently her goal, though could easily come up given later events.

Caturanga isn't looking for the flashy haunted locations. He's looking for the mundane and preferably newer ghosts because they would be closer to the living and thus easier to talk to. He hears about a house in Colorado Springs in the US that can't keep a resident longer than two years so he chooses to study it. He and Helena rent it with plans on staying for a year.

Obviously this is Myka's childhood home and she is the ghost haunting the house. So what happened to Myka?

It's 1994 and Myka Bering is 19 years old. Her father still owns a bookstore, though they live in a separate house rather than an apartment above it. She still has her sister Tracy who I believe I made 15, so four years younger. Myka had been enrolled in college at the University of Colorado - Denver, but when she decided to switch majors from pre-med to pre-law at the end of her freshman year, her father complained about her indecisiveness and wasting money and pulled her out of school. He said, she could return to college when she had saved up enough money to pay for it herself.

Myka was gutted because she wanted to finish her degree so badly. She also hated leaving the friends she had made and tried to visit them as much as possible once school started back up that fall. One night when she drove up to visit her friends and boyfriend (Sam, of course), she lingered too long and arrived back home after curfew. Her father locked her out of the house as punishment, leaving her to sleep in the car in the garage where she left the overhead light on. There was an electrical fire that night. Myka didn't wake up in time to get out and she died.

Okay here's one of the rabbit holes I got super distracted by while trying to plot this out: Tracy's reaction. Because this whole thing is supposed to be a Bering and Wells AU, so clearly Helena and Myka are the main characters, right? But the more I obsessed over this story, the more prominent Tracy's role became. This was a tale of two sisters, dual POVs, each grappling with their rough childhoods in different ways. Except, there's also still the plot of Helena finding Myka, befriending her, and ultimately resurrecting her (more on this later), so how the hell were these things supposed to be balanced and woven into one coherent plot?? It was beyond my skill level. :S

In my head, Tracy had managed to skate under their dad's strict thumb throughout her childhood, largely because she just didn't care what her dad said and always opted to do her own thing. Myka did care what their father thought and tried to follow the rules which made the times when she didn't seem like more of an offense. Oldest child syndrome was also definitely at play where the youngest just gets away with more. So when Myka got pulled out of school, Tracy was less sympathetic and more 'you brought that on yourself.' I mean, it's not like Myka even needed to admit she changed majors. Colleges don't send report cards to your parents. She could've kept her mouth shut and stayed in school.

Tracy 1000% blamed their dad for Myka's death though. The electrical fire was an accident and no one was to blame, but he locked the door and didn't let Myka sleep inside that night. Therefore it's his fault. Myka was right about him this entire time. He's not just an annoying or strict dad, he's abusive. (Something Myka never said and will later disagree with though her own feelings towards their dad are certainly complicated.) Tracy's grief becomes anger and even hatred and builds until she emancipates herself from her parents and leaves home at 16. She spirals for a while (partying, reckless sex) before pulling herself out and finding some help to deal with her grief. She puts herself through school and becomes a social worker. By 2014, she's married and has two very young kids, one of which I'm 99% certain I named Micah after his aunt that he never got to meet. Tracy periodically takes them to visit Myka's grave, and did I write one of those visits in my multiple drafts? Yes, yes I did.

Making her a social worker both seemed fitting for her arc in this setting and is a helpful connection to ghosts when a certain little 10-12 year old (can't remember the exact age I made Claudia but it might have skewed towards 10) continually gets flagged in foster care because she insists she's talking to her brother's ghost.

On that note, let's jump back to the actual ghost plot. So in this universe, ghosts exist as amorphous blobs that can't be seen or touched by the living. At best, you can talk to them. Claudia can talk easily with Joshua because he's only been dead for a few years and immediately began following his little sister around. He's never been isolated. Other ghosts often are. It can take up to a couple of years for a ghost to become aware of their surroundings and new existence and if their loved ones are no longer in the same place, they might forget about their previous life.

This is what happened to Myka. Her family left the house immediately after the fire. Her room was empty when she regained awareness after her death and so her memories slipped away. After twenty-years of isolation, Myka doesn't remember ever having a physical body and doesn't even remember her name.

But she reads still. She remembers books and has stolen many from whoever was currently living in the house. She stashes them all away in the closet of her old bedroom and when these stashes are found and thrown out/reclaimed, she just starts again. Sometimes she only had one book to read over and over and over again. Other times, she had many. The reports of moved/missing books is what flagged this house as haunted.

Now, I said the living couldn't touch ghosts and that's because ghosts can't really interact with objects. It involves remembering being alive and corporeal well enough to remember what touching something like a doorknob feels like. Most ghosts can't do this without a lot of interaction with living people to jog their memories. Myka being able to touch books (only books but still) is rare and a huge discovery.

Helena finds Myka first. (Well, she finds the open book on the floor with pages moving on their own.) Communication is slow because Myka isn't used to speaking, so Helena has to figure out who this ghost is on her own with some good old fashioned cross-checking property records against obituaries. It's a bit of a gut punch to learn the quiet, book-obsessed ghost is a girl around her age.

(By book-obsessed, I don't mean just reading them. Ghost!Myka is very, very territorial and protective of her books because they're the only things she's owned since she's died.)

Helena and Caturanga's research involves a lot of equipment to try and sense a ghost. They manage to fine-tune a scanner to see the invisible ghost. This is when they learn ghosts are really just blobs and not a full-fledged body like the stories. Though, over the course of their tests, they do see Myka form pseudo-hands to carry and read her books which brings up all kinds of new questions for them to pursue.

I remember Myka never went through walls either. She could pass right through solid objects and would whenever a door was unexpectedly closed on her. But it always pinged her mind as Wrong so she would skirt under doors and around objects to get around the house. She never left the house -- though again, experiments with Helena later prove she can leave. It's a mental block. This is her house, even if she can't remember living there.

Helena works hard to get to know Myka and slowly befriends her as Myka re-learns how to talk to someone. The more she talks, the more Helena asks her questions, the more her memories return. Some of them return easily. The more painful ones, she fights and tries to forget again. She never looks out the kitchen door at the side of the house where the garage once stood. She doesn't want to talk about it.

Eventually, as Myka's learning how to grasp other objects and open doors herself and Helena's getting more and more attached to her (and feeling more and more outraged that Myka died so young), we hit a tipping point where Helena tries to take Myka's hand. Or more accurately, she asks Myka to try and take her hand since she still can't see Myka. The time Myka finally manages to touch her is when she suddenly returns with a physical body, alive once again. Apparently, a living person touching a ghost leads to resurrection.

This is where I got lost down another big rabbit hole. I was absolutely obsessed with Myka's struggles to adapt back to the world of the living. Think about it, right. She's existed without physical sensations for twenty years. Now suddenly, she has a body again. Everything's too loud, too bright, too much. Clothes hurt. Having to use energy to walk, hurts. Food???? A sensory nightmare. And when I was brainstorming this and noodling around with google, I learned about sensory processing disorder and OH MY GOD did that just send me deeper into the rabbit hole. I was so, so distracted by this topic and wanted to spend forever exploring Myka's initial months alive again. Do you understand why I could never find the plot? I was way too lost in the details to find the tent poles of this story.

Once Myka has learned to take care of herself again and has some coping mechanisms in place to help with the constant 'too much' struggle of being alive, her first desire is to return to college. Not see her family. It's been twenty years and that's still too much to tackle. But she'd been desperate to return to college when she died so that's the first thing she wants to do now that she's been resurrected.

This is when Pete and Mrs Frederick come into the picture -- though technically Mrs Frederick has been in play the whole time. Let's start with her. See, I thought a warehouse equivalent organization that was fully aware of ghosts and trying to help them would be handy for this story. But I was convinced at the time that a government funded agency didn't make much sense. Every secret organization in TV shows and movies are always government funded -- but the US government hates funding anything that isn't corporations or the military.

… So why wouldn't the secret organization actually be disguised as a for profit company instead? Insert Mrs Frederick as CEO of a long-running and ever-evolving company that currently brags about being at the cutting edge of smart home devices and appliances. Except the smart home technology serves a secondary purpose of finding new ways to communicate with incorporeal ghosts who are slowly being lost to time. The company (I'm sure I had a name for it but I can't remember it anymore) gains its funding through product sales and government tax cuts/hand outs to pursue its true goal of locating these lost ghosts and reconnecting them back to their loved ones or at least reconnecting them with community. They want to re-socialize them, help them find purpose and meaning. No one knows how to help ghosts move on or if they even should move on, though if ghost decides to try, they certainly don't stop them. They also had never found a way to resurrect a ghost. Some ghosts had asked if it was possible, so the company is researching it. But they're researching in laboratory settings and with Myka's resurrection, it becomes clear that there needs to be a personal connection between the ghost and living person to successfully resurrect them. (Hence, Claudia and Joshua being the second ones to successfully manage a resurrection.)

I'm losing steam and this wasn't super thought out in detailed back in the day anyway -- but Mrs Frederick helps Myka enroll in college in Colorado Springs and her living expenses are all funded by Mrs Frederick's company. Caturanga's research was also being funded by Mrs. Frederick, though Helena wasn't fully aware of how big this operation was until after Myka's resurrection.

Myka meets Pete at college and they become fast friends. Mostly because Pete's too chatty to care about Myka's silences and easy-going enough to roll with her quirks and continued struggles with being alive. At some point, he finds out she had died and been resurrected, but I don't remember if I ever fleshed out that reveal.

I did flesh out the sister reunion. In my head, Tracy would get pulled into the ghost aspect because Claudia is one of her cases. But she wouldn't learn about Myka until Myka decides she's ready to see her. That takes about a year (or even longer) and happens after Myka's started attending college. Tracy is shocked to learn her sister is alive again, obviously, but also happy. Myka is happy to reunite with her too but also feels awkward because Tracy is all grown up with kids and she's still 19 (well now 20). Sometimes, it seemed like their reunion should be the end point. But then there's also still so much story to explore after their reunion too. Their father has died by 2014. Warren died of a heart attack several years earlier. Tracy has no regrets over never reconciling with him. Myka does regret that he died before she came back to life. They have different opinions and feelings about their shared childhood and it creates friction between them. Their mother is still alive though, and I played through Myka reuniting with her too. That's awkward in a different way than reuniting with Tracy. The 20 year time gap still plays a role of course, but mostly it's sits strangely with Myka because her mother keeps telling her how much her father regretted that night and how much he missed her and wished he could apologize. And while Myka doesn't blame him for her death like Tracy does, there's a lot of other hurt she does still blame him for and hearing that he's sorry from Mom instead of getting to talk to him herself -- it doesn't solve anything. It doesn't make anything better.

Not to add it like an after thought, but Sam has died too. He still grew up to join the Secret Service and was still killed on duty. It hits Myka hard when she finds out. She hates that he died too soon too. It's not fair.

And… I think… that's everything I ever came up with for this AU concept? I spent most of my time on Helena and Myka pre-resurrection, Myka immediately after the resurrection, and Tracy always. I had a pretty fleshed out world and a ton of pieces that could count as plot -- but I never had the throughline that turned it into a proper narrative.

If you see the narrative in this mixed soup or if you see something in here that inspires you -- please! By all means, run with it and write your own fic for it! Do not feel like you need to ask my permission, because I guarantee you, I will never turn this into a real story. But it was nice to revisit and maybe you can still get some enjoyment out of what is here. :)

#Bering and Wells #Myka Bering #Helena Wells #Warehouse 13 #my fic #my meta #I guess????#but it's also totally up for grabs if you're inspired to do something with it #Run free little plot bunnies!#Run free!

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faketrex · 10 months ago

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It's my blog and I can throw up (not in the vomity way) bits of what I'm writing if I want to, right?

Especially if I've bitten off more than I can chew with this one, right?

Maybe screaming about it will help! Ha ha!

RWRB alternate universe, wherein HENRY IS LITERALLY A GHOST. 5 times Henry haunts Alex, and 1 time he doesn't. Supposedly.

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“Okay,” Alex whispers to Cash as the train starts to move forward again, “we've got one more stop on this side of the river and then it'll be out the left window. They say it's pretty easy to see, I don't think we'll miss it.”

“Hmm,” Cash says.

It's impossible to miss it, actually. Most of the riders turn their heads to look out the left side of the wagon as the train leaves the next station. The train rattles out into the open and onto the bridge over the Seine and suddenly the Eiffel Tower is there, right there, larger than life and twinkling with flashbulbs in the night. Alex forgets all about getting a photo and just grins into the dark, listening to the oohs and ahhs of the other tourists in the car. He elbows Cash lightly, just enough to signal “I told you so” and “thank you.”

The Eiffel Tower sparkles, kitschy and wonderful all at once.

Alex feels a little electric fizzle, like static on the back of his neck.

He slides his gaze just slightly away from the blinking lights as the view disappears behind an apartment building. Someone has sat down on the seat right across from Alex without Alex noticing, which is normal, but Cash didn't notice either, which is weird, and –

“Whiskey tango actual fucking foxtrot, Henry? What the hell?”

This is not a coincidence. This absolutely cannot be a coincidence. This is – holy shit, this is –

Henry's wearing a tux again. “Good evening, Alex. I –”

Alex's chest feels wrong, his breaths feel wrong.

“Hey, Alex, hey, hey, what's up?” Cash says urgently, talking right over Henry. “Are you okay?”

No, Alex is not okay. He's being stalked, apparently. “I – Cash, this fucking guy is – I –” He can't get a sentence out. He waves a hand wildly in Henry's direction and presses the other against his sternum, like maybe that'll help. “He –”

“Woah, woah, Alex.” Cash puts one hand on Alex's shoulder. “What guy? Where?”

Alex stares at Cash. He turns his gaze back toward Henry, and sees Cash's head turn briefly in the same direction but then immediately back to face Alex again; he's checked their surroundings, there's no external threat.

Through all this, Henry looks more and more concerned, but also sheepish, or maybe embarrassed. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his hands clasping together to dangle in the air and twist anxiously.

Alex focuses on the weight of Cash's hand on his shoulder and tries to take deep breaths, even while his mind races and races and doesn't seem to be able to get anywhere.

“He can't see me, Alex,” Henry says quietly.

“What the actual fuck,” Alex breathes.

#faketrex #wip: it's a ghost story baby just say yes #fandom: intro to international relations #faketrex writes #fic: common misconceptions of ghosting

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theimperiumchronicles · 1 year ago

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Hi there buddy, my name is Athena. I'm coming to say hi, see how you're doing and this is a chance to ramble about your wips. Have any of your wips been influenced/inspired by podcasts or any other media?

Hi Athena :)

YES! Thank you for asking <3

All of them!! So...let's start at the beginning...take a seat...get a drink and a snack...this will...you know what, get that drink and a snack and I'll break this down so you can go potty in between WIPS. Otherwise you'll be doing the potty dance and trying to read faster and you might skip something...and no one wants that. *grins happily* We'll start with The Imperium Chronicles (@theimperiumchronicles )

Okay - the original concept started as an RP a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ago with some super cool and super good friends of mine. We used Cassandra Claire's Mortal Instruments book series as kind of inspiration, but there were parts of her mythos we thought were crap and her characters were too young and we HATED the whole chalice thing....so we kept a little and threw a WHOLE LOT out...and came up with the original crew - Abriella (who was an existing char of mine that I tweaked and was known as Brie then), Cruz, Dez, Talon, Talia, Raguel, Arioch, Char (she's dead and we're gonna leave her that way), and Deacon. Some people wrote more than one. None of the characters were actually based on characters from Claire's stories, we more based it one her setup and if you saw our stories then and some of the old stories I wrote for Brie, you'd recognize it. It's been almost 20 years now...she's evolved some.

NOW...the obvious inspiration for the current arc is kind of the Bible - 4 Horsemen and all. But again, there is a twist on it. Mainly because having done some Biblical study, I am aware that what we have today is at best the English translation from the Latin from the Greek from the Aramaic...or something along those lines....there may even be a few other translations thrown in there. In some cases there were multiple meanings for one English word. For instance when Jesus is walking on the water the more accurate translation is NOT "Fear not, it is I". It IS "Fear not, I AM." Why does this matter? Because God was know as The Great I AM. He was declaring his divinity within the statement but what seems like a minor translation issue is a HUGE one in context. Sooooo....I've used this to my story's advantage. In no way is my story related to reality or religion in any way, I'm just using something that is real in my fiction.

ALSO...Leandre, Andronicus, Orpheus, and Thenasus are completely and wholely based on the BBC Musketeers series, save the last season which IMO sucked balls. They are even based on the characters that share their FC. Leandre is my blorbo baby...Tom Burke *swoons*. ANYWAY...completely inspired by...blorbos were born watching the series while writing Abriella stories. Demanded they be born and allowed to participate. So, here we are.

Thinius...yep...he is alive and kicking because Imagine Dragons seems to write songs that just inspire the fuck out of the entire The Imperium Chronicles gang. And they demanded Dan Reynolds be a FC of a character as such. Don't ask where his personality come from other than when I saw them live in NOLA, it came to me watching that man literally bounce around for over 4 hours on stage like the Engergizer Bunny.

Kellen got his FC before I saw Shadow and Bone, but he became more formed and his character changed some afterwards. The plot didn't but he absorbed some of the elements of Kirigan that Ben played, elements that I had been struggling to figure out with Kellen. It was tied into the world building for Uffern, and as soon as he grabbed onto those tiny details, everything fell into place for Uffern and all the others who live there...including Korben's curse. z

POTTY BREAK...I'll start @bendingthelaws after I finish eating my lunch

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hazelnut-u-out · 2 years ago

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Hello mutual! For the writing thing: 🥺, ✨, 🎶, 👀 and/or 🤲, 🧠 for Rick, and if there’s anything you particularly want to answer that you haven’t been asked then that too if you want to?

thank you for sending in an ask!! <33

i just saw your reply to mine, hehe. answers under the cut!

🥺Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

hmmm... this one is kind of difficult to answer because, yes, but it's difficult to pick just one lol. if i had to pick one that makes me the most emotional, it'd probably be a tossup between young rick being any sort of paternal/doting to baby beth or any kind of moment where morty shows how sweet and pure his intentions are when everyone he puts himself on the line for is so undeserving.

also, rick crying or morty getting angry enough to just tear into someone. it's kind of their respective, "something is really wrong here."

��Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it.

thank you, hehe. i'm my own worst critic, but i feel like i can make anything angsty and painful if you want me to. i also think i'm pretty good at painting visual details with words??

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

i have a hard time listening to music while i read or write because i get overstimulated SUPER easily lol. i do base a lot of my fics off of songs, though!

one i keep coming back to for rick is "storms" by fleetwood mac:

"did i ever really care that much? is there anything left to say?

every hour of fear i spend, my body tries to cry

living through each empty night

a deadly calm inside

i haven't felt this way i feel since many a year ago"

one that always makes me think of morty is "ghost on" by angel olsen:

"when should i believe the things you say?

you change your mind from day to day

and i don't know if you can take such a good thing coming to you

and i don't know if you can love someone stronger than you're used to"

i also have plenty i revisit for birdrick stuff.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i'm working on a couple of multi-chapter concepts atm! i've been rereading the original "the adventures and memoirs of sherlock holmes" rn to work on my rick and morty x holmes and watson au!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

some morty dialogue from an upcoming angst fic between the boy and his mad scientist grandpa:

"What, Rick? Woul- Would that make for a better story? W-Would it make me a more developed character? Or maybe a different answer would make you feel better! I-I'm so sorry! D-Did you have a different character arc in mind? One that would make you feel better about the character you've wr-written me to be? Would it be easier for you to forgive me if there was a-a-a reason that I did what I did? Would it tie up loose ends if -(redacted for spoilers)-? Give you closure? W-Well... 'tough luck, buddy.'"

also, just for you, a birdrick snippet from a revenge-era space cowboy multi-chapter wip:

The young man was unfurled below his companion like a blanket beneath the stars, and they studied one another like a loner’s wide eyes would peruse the cosmos sprawled out above them- Rick's quivering fingers and lips taking note of constellations divinely created for nothing more than his sinful touch along the way.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (Rick)

i have so many silly headcanons about rick. my favorite is probably that he doesn't let morty get adult meals when they go through drive thru's. he has to get the kid's meal, but rick demands he give him the toy.

#my fics #asks

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sashikouyume · 2 months ago

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I used to write fanfics many years ago, I don't anymore ^^u they are just not my thing anymore, things happen when you grow up and even though I never felt like part of a fandom now I am not even interested. I will still fill this out anyways, I lost my magic with writing but I am picking it back up because it's my calling and big momma say "child, you will make great things, I can see it", her last words before going offline (not dead, offline). I am currently writing shit! I still got it! HAHAHAHAHA okay yeah

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I don't follow the conventions which makes it all standout. It's always like that dream you wish you didn't forget about right when you woke up

THAT'S MY VIBE

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

I take too long and I haven't proven I can write something in lenght in a short period of time

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

Ghosts are better than transgender people.

IT WAS A TRICK BECAUSE GHOSTS CAN ALSO BE TRANSGENDER SO YES THEY CAN BE BETTER BECAUSE THEY CAN BE BOTH AHAH! SURPRISE, YOU CAN'T WIN AGAINST ME IN AN ONLINE ARGUMENT

It was a response to a convo, I never finished it T_T too ambitious and I am so rustyy maaan. I wanted to make them cry! make it deep! Be so wholesome. Best friends type of story!

I still haven't dropped it. I will make this happen, even if that means I will necro the commenter 3 years later. IT WILL HAVE PAGES AND A TOTAL AMOUNT OF 10 VIEWS AND THAT ONE COMMENTER SOUNDED VERY NICE SO THEY WILL LOVE IT AND THAT IS ALL THAT IT MATTERS (and if they don't well, HALF-WINS BABY OH YEAH! I still did it and I like it!)

It will come out before the legendary sex update for my game, which should come out after yandere simulator's full release (it's important for the lore).

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

Jhon. Cringe GI-Joe type fiction story with explosions michael bay style and I made a minecraft pe map of it too. A couple of brothers

Also, I guess the original version for my transgender character? Not related to the one above, this came first and it's not wholesome. It sucked, basically the anime trap but it's a guy, that's just canned for obvious reasons. Mistakes done as a child. I can fix him. I already have the art so it's a shame if I can't fix him, I shall untransphobize this character! yeah.... this is embarrasing. I hate my old approach. Man why did this memory have to come back to me?

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

I wrote one on happy three friends, "flippy and flaky", it was romantic but I think it was so bad I don't remember the plot

I need to learn why people liked it.

✏️ Do you write every day?

I will eventually -_-, and not fanfics, I want serious cashmoney now. It's gamedev first! and then writing. Will start with greatest most epic rpg maker comedy adventure, then will peak at "vtuber idols that are extremely relatable and their lore is a bigger deal than the stream!" maybe sailor moon inspired.

Technically I do write almost every day, just not narratives.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

uuuuhh.... oh. This is embarrasing, it's all ideas now, so okay, here, shut up, baka

basic RPG most purposelly generic stuff. For players who can't follow instructions (I hate you)

and (not fanfic, just anime analysis-ish)

I am currently not excited about the first one, the gaming one about cults and all. It's boring. After this one, I want to move on into things that are funny and things that I am passionate about.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

mmm..... maybe my azumanga daioh thing? It was like a "I still got it!" moment? and I also pushed myself to be better at it and speak in more detail. With my game, there is nothing. I am just excited for the future, I want to learn to make my own sprites and make music

With fanfics, there is no fics, I am not planning any fics. It's only possible for me to write one on the spot if I feel passionate in the moment, but they are probably dead by now, I have original ideas now.

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

I like to troll. It's tempting but I try not to. I always have a big temptation to ruin the whole story or put something fucked up on it, therapists aren't real so it can't be helped

Sometimes it's spite. It bothers me in any ways (anger, sadness, annoyance, hopelessness) the state of people online today, sometimes it's mockery.

I never do it because it doesn't help, but it's on my mind. If I really want to change things, I either become jesus, or I make party week real and big time and create a whole community of people. Healthy communities are a cure.

🌙 What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

Afternoon, I am magically just more effective for no reason. Maybe I am fully woken up by then

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

I guess plantser? But outcome is that of a planner because I stick to only release it when it's finished.

The exception is when I share it with friends, and then sharing it with friends accidentally becomes the official release because of unexpected attention :') fuck! now I can't change anything!

📊 Current number of WIPs

uuhhh.... 1 narrative, maybe 2 others

There is another narrative where I am just a collaborator but I had only played a small part. I am responsible for writing how a corrupt dictatorship runs, but mainly review the writing, quality control. the best rpg game of all time comes first.

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?

yes, and no one cares, I like that they don't care. I always lie about what I am writing about.

I am secretive, but if your life is too far from the truth then you are going to have problems keeping it up. I had lied about multiple professions and careers, and I had been involved in all of them they are just not my job.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

uuuh.... I don't do fanfic anymore. It would have to be one where I see missed potential that a fanfic could take advantage of since they can take it in a different direction.

I guess Blue Archive, black souls, or vtubers or touhou. I think my little pony is a really good one if I really get into it, but I can never get into it, it can't engage me, I fall asleep. Despite of that, I don't have to watch the show to know it's excellently developed.

I lost my love for sonic, but if I liked it as much as before, I would. It's a crime I had never written one on sonic. The only reason I didn't was probably because of school.

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

I thought I said it before but I guess I didn't? Better conversations! disco elysium style and slice of life, create a situation that feels too real.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

Yeah.

I read everything. All the past fairy tales that I had written, all the people that I have lost, all the waifus that I had loved, and all the platforms that I have visited. It is all archived, and it is all revisited :) Ogata Rin where are you~ I lost your tumblr

🌈 What inspired you to write [insert fic here]?

art.

OMG I FOUND MY COVER

I think also love

for anything I wrote before it (not fanfics), I guess naruto, sonic, and megaman.

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing the parts that suck? But I guess today I learned to say fuck it and don't? just work around it or throw that part that sucks. The boring parts. or come back with a new breath. Thing is, here I am :) my own advice isn't working. I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT CULTS, IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS DIFFICULT, AAAAAAA

Being lore/character accurate too, it gives too many restraints, that's why I never try to be. I had probably written fanfics of media I haven't seen

I think revisiting it after putting it on hold for so long is also terrible.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

nothing

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

NOW, CULTS.

I ALREADY KNEW ABOUT IT, BUT I HAD TO REVISIT RECKLESS BEN'S VIDEOS

ITS NOT THAT DIFFICULT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, ITS SO SIMPLE "oh man you want one thing? here you go" "oh my gosh thank you so much" "nuh huh don't thank me, thank lord sandias" "OMG LORD SANDIAS I WILL GIVE YOU MY LIFE" SEE, THERE YOU GO, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?

well. Now I have to get the adventurers to talk to these people -_-, initiate a back and forth. Now I get in depth on what's the cult about? It starts to SUCK. Why did I do this to myself? Can I please don't do this to myself never again?

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

what's an adjective and why does it have 4 syllables? so weird, ew, imagine being adjective

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I just don't want to answer this today because nothing I am writing today is a fanfic, and my past work? feels like a big reach to answer the question that will end up without a real answer

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

none, unless my old friend brings back theirs on fnaf.

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

why would I tell you that lmao? I will write one on blue archive now. I had grown motivated to start one after reading this question so I am able to successfully answer it

There's actually one on blue archive about pregnancy and abortion and crimes that is more messed up than I could ever write. Thank the japanese people on twitter for that one.

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

writing. It's not like before, I never sought it, I just read it when it appeared in front of me. now, it's never in my face

💋 [Freeform - what is something you want to know about one of poster’s fics?]

who are you? don't answer. This is also 3 years old so I don't want to bother you, you probably don't write fanfics anymore

This post might be confusing because I keep referencing things I can't clearly remember from how old they are, and I am too secretive about what I work right now -m-, maybe in the future I can work on something I can be more open right now, but I don't see that happening yet. Social media today is a different vibe

Fanfic Ask Game (the movie, the sequel)

In celebration of me actually working on a fic, I made y’all an ask game instead of continuing to work on that fic. Pls enjoy.

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

✏️ Do you write every day?

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

🌙 What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

📊 Current number of WIPs

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing?

📚 Do you read your own fic?

🌈 What inspired you to write [insert fic here]?

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

💋 [Freeform - what is something you want to know about one of poster’s fics?]

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milfjensenackles · 1 year ago

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new chapter of my wip is up !!

the haunting of castiel novak

read it on ao3 | chapter 3/?

“Do you always talk like that?” Dean says while he slips his shoes off in the doorway.

“Like what?” Castiel asks, tipping his head to the side.

Dean rolls his eyes. “‘Hello, Dean’ in that deep ass voice. We just met. No ‘hey, nice to meet you?’”

“I apologize that my introduction left much to be desired. Let’s start over. My name is Castiel Novak. That was Jack. The cat’s name is Oliver,” Cas reaches his hand out, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Dean leans over to watch Jack play with the cat. A pink feather flies six feet through the air followed by a large orange blur and a thud. He couldn’t help but smile before turning back to collect Castiel’s palm in his for a perfunctory handshake. “That’s more like it. I’m Dean Winchester. Novak, huh?”

“Yes. My family is originally from Poland,” Castiel releases Dean’s hand and ushers him inside while he talks. “Can I get you anything? Some water, a beer? I appreciate you coming out here on such short notice.”

“It’s not like I had a choice,” Dean says with a smirk.

Castiel looks away sheepishly, busying himself in the kitchen with glasses to avoid Dean’s eyes. “Perhaps I took things a little too far. But you still showed up.”

“Yeah. I did.”

Dean wanders toward the living area of the house. It was small, but comfortable and well-loved. A white-tiled fireplace took center stage with photos of Castiel and Jack lining the mantle, some more recent and some from when Jack was much younger. He seemed like a happy little boy. One of the photos includes a young woman who held a baby Jack in her arms. She had long blonde hair and a pink ribbon pinning it back behind her head. Castiel’s wife?

“Ah, that’s my sister. Meg,” Dean jumps at the sudden presence of a figure right next to him.

“Does Jack have a mom?” Dean asks, still looking over the photos.

Castiel squints. “Of course he does. How else would he be here?”

Dean rolls his eyes. This was going to be a long evening. “I don’t need the full birds and bees story, dude. I was asking if she’s still in the picture.”

“Oh,” Castiel says quietly, “She passed away giving birth to Jack. Jack isn’t mine, in the biologic sense. I adopted him. His mom, Kelly, was a very good friend of mine. I have some photos of her around the house, but it’s still hard.”

Oh shit. One second, you’re messaging a stranger online about ghosts, and the next you’re learning their tragic backstory next to a crayon drawing of a dragon. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Castiel nods. “It’s okay. Jack is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, even though he came to me at a cost.”

Jack chooses that moment to wrap himself around his father’s calf and squeal something about Oliver swallowing the pink feather toy they were playing with just a minute before. Castiel rolls his eyes and picks Jack up before walking over to the cat and quickly pulling the obstruction out of his throat. “Sorry. It’s kind of chaotic around here.”

“I love chaos,” Dean says.

Castiel gives him a small smile and a wink. Dean grins back.

“So where have most of these incidents been happening, Novak?” Dean asks. He’s writing in a small notebook, trying to look more impressive and well-versed in these kinds of things than he feels right now. Without Sam at his side, he feels vulnerable. Scared, almost.

Castiel gestures widely. “Any and everywhere within these walls. The worst offender is the kitchen, but the cat has been thrown around, glasses have been smashed, and windows and doors will slam throughout the night. I just can’t take it anymore.”

“How are you sure it’s a ghost?”

Castiel looks exasperated. “Well, I tried mouse traps and calling the police, and they just laughed in my face. The mice, too.”

Dean holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright, dude. Got it,” Dean taps the end of his pen against his upper lip. “Have you recently gone on a trip and taken anything weird home with you? Any history of murder? Just to cover our bases.”

“Do you really think I’d be asking for help from a stranger on the internet if I had murdered someone?” Castiel asks with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dean barks out a laugh. “To be honest, with your track history, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Dean stands up and turns his back on an offended Castiel. He wanders into the kitchen, looking for any signs of disturbance. The back windows are locked tight, with a rope connecting the handles for good measure. A cabinet is open, with a small assortment of mugs sitting inside. Dean could tell it wasn’t the original number that lived there. One of the mugs had been secured to the floor of the cabinet with duct tape. It was handmade, with ‘I love my dad’ carved into the side in a child’s handwriting. Jack’s work, Dean assumes.

Dean looks outside from the kitchen window. The leaves are trying to change color with urgency, even though September had only just begun. A small playset lives in the middle of the sparse green lawn, tracks of dead grass littering the space around the slide and the swings. The combination of the mug and the backyard and the photos are almost too much for Dean, and it knocks the wind out of him.

BANG!

The backyard view immediately turns into that of a pale white kitchen ceiling. Dean can feel a hard floor beneath him, but he doesn’t know how he got there. He can hear someone saying something but doesn’t understand what it is. Novak, he thinks lazily. The last thing he’s aware of is a strong hand on his shoulder.

Dean wakes up on a couch that isn’t his own.

He jumps up, immediately on red alert.

“Hey, whoa. Take it easy.” Castiel says, coming closer to him with a concerned look on his face. He sits next to Dean and presses him back down into the pillows under his head. “You took a hard fall. I think the kitchen windows got you pretty good.”

“The kitchen windows? You mean the ones that were hog tied shut?”

Castiel nods. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Nothing stops it. At this point, I’ve just gotten really good at dodging. Jack’s short enough that most things just swipe right over him, thankfully.”

Dean opens his mouth to reply, but he realizes that his head is cold. He grabs at his hairline. An ice pack. Castiel must have put it on him after he knocked out.

Castiel shrugs. “You had a nice bump on your temple. Figured it couldn’t hurt.”

No one’s ever taken care of him after an attack like this. Usually, he was the one stitching wounds closed and making sure Sammy was okay.

“What time is it?” Dean asks groggily.

Castiel checks his watch. “10:07 PM.”

Fuck. Ava was going to kill him. He checks his phone.

100+ new messages. The notification lights up the screen. Castiel purses his lips. “Can I give you a ride home?”

Dean shakes his head. “No, no. I’m fine. I’ve had worse.”

Castiel looks at him in a way that was hard for Dean to describe. Sympathy? Concern? Dean didn’t really want to stick around to find out. He stands up and hands the ice to Castiel before reaching for his jacket and tugging it on. Suddenly, though, Jack comes shooting out from the dining room and shoves a piece of paper into Dean’s hands. It’s a drawing, colored in haphazardly with bright colors that don’t come close to staying inside the lines. It’s a drawing of himself, he realizes. He’s lying on the blue couch with his dirty blue jeans and black t-shirt and a plastic ice block on his forehead. Castiel and Jack stand over him.

Dean squats down to get on Jack’s level and pats him on the shoulder. “Did you draw this? It’s amazing.”

Jack nods vigorously. “Thank you for helping us, Mister Dean.”

Dean closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I haven’t done anything yet, Jack. But I’m sure gonna try.”

He stands up and turns back to Castiel. “I’m going to go home and do some research. On this house, on the area. We’ll see if anything interesting turns up. For now, I want you to put salt around the perimeter of the house. Doorways, windowsills. Let’s see if that calms things down for a little while so we can figure this out.”

Castiel looks down at the drawing in Dean’s hands and smiles. “Jack likes you. He doesn’t like everyone.”

Dean chuckles. “He’s a good kid.”

He and Castiel make eye contact for a moment. It’s a second too long for Dean’s comfort, and he breaks it to shove his shoes back on. “Well. Thanks for fixing my head. I’ll reach out if I find anything. I’ve gotta get going or it’s my head.” Dean gestures absently to his phone.

“Significant other?” Castiel asks.

“Girlfriend, yeah.”

“Ah,” Castiel replies.

Dean stomps out the front door into the autumn night. Stars fill the sky above him. There are never any stars where he and Ava live. Too many streetlights. He’s always wanted a quiet house further away from the city, but Ava wanted to live in a luxury complex with all these boring houses that looked exactly the same. As Dean sat down in the Impala, mentally preparing himself for the rampage awaiting him the second he set foot in his home, he realizes that he feels… excited. He hasn’t felt that way in a long time, not since the last case Sam had gone on with him.

With that realization pushing him forward, he puts the car in gear and drives home.

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #destiel fic #deancas fic #lauren writes

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