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wisteriagoesvroom · 4 months

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📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

#f1 fic rec #f1 fanfiction #lestappen #landoscar #maxiel #groto #brocedes #f1 rpf fic #i don't know that carlos/oscar have a ship name yet?#sainztri?#Carloscar #f1 rpf #wiz.recs #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #did i spend a full hour at work doing this last week instead of my actual work?#yes -- very yes

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walkawaytall · 7 months

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I am very stressed about a thing that I can’t discuss right now that I have literally no control over, so here’s some

fanfic writer asks

that I came up with all on my own. Ask ‘em, share ‘em, do whatever.

Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

What is your favorite paragraph from (insert story title you want to know about here, or leave it blank for writer’s choice)? Is there a reason it’s your favorite?

What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

Share a headcanon about (character name) in (story title)!

Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?

What is your favorite type of feedback to receive (favorites/kudos, comments, DMs, complete and utter silence in the pursuit of remaining unperceived?)? If comments or DMs or anything else involving a reader writing, do you have a particular type of feedback that excites you more than other types?

Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

Do you prefer to read angst or fluff? Which do you prefer to write?

If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again by any human eyes (or at least your own), which trope would that be?

Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

What are your thoughts on slow burn romances?

Are you secretly Tara Gilesbie aka XXXbloodyrists666XXX aka author of infamous Harry Potter fanfiction serial My Immortal? (you can trust me; I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise)

Has anyone ever created anything (art, a podfic, another fic, etc.) inspired by your work? Which work? How did you feel about that?

Is there any genre, trope, or style that you find particularly challenging to write? Do you enjoy the challenge or prefer to avoid it?

Is there a commonly held misconception about one of your stories that you’d like to correct for the masses?

What does your editing process look like?

Share a headcanon relating to (insert desired theme here)!

What was the very first fanwork you ever created? (I’m talking like maybe you made a little book out of construction paper and staples with your favorite Disney characters drawn in it when you were five years old or you drew a comic about a movie you saw when you were a preteen. That sort of thing.)

Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to?

#my asks #fic writer asks #fanfic writer ask game #fanfic writer asks #fanfic writer ask #ask away

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anamelessfool · 5 months

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link)

GEN, M/M

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 1 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

2006

I was an impossible case. No-one ever could reach me... But I think I can see in your face there's a lot you can teach me...So I wanna know what's the name of the game?

Papa Elect Terzo tried to look busy. He attempted a regal sigh, a pace. Killed time with what he hoped was a thoughtful, intelligent stare out his office window. He did everything possible to bide time while he collected his thoughts in a way that would hide his true intentions.

This was all about Omega.

He had called Cardinal Marian, Sister Imperator’s Personal Assistant not due to any sort of friendship or confidence. His brother Papa Emeritus Secondo barely considered him as human these days and with his wedding a week away he had bigger things to fuss about.

Terzo’s other two ghouls Earth and Alpha could not be trusted to answer honestly. And Brother Copia was, well…Copia.

So then that left Marian.

She was obligated by her job description to interact with him as he needed. For business purposes, of course.

And buying the right birthday present for Omega Ghoul was definitely a high stakes business venture as far as Papa Elect Terzo was concerned.

“Thank you for your time,” Terzo said, pressing his hands together and slightly bowing.

“Hey, anything to give me a break from planning my ex-partners’ wedding,” she replied with an indifferent shrug, although her eyes looked bleary. “How yinz doing on musical entertainment for that, by the way?”

“I have a few choir selections, and I have been working with Papa’s ghouls and my own on some light entertainment during the dinner. Copia has been fussing with finding the right wedding march on the organ for about six weeks now.” And Terzo had been locking his office doors to keep Copia from talking his ear off about it for about six weeks as well. “So…all coming together.”

“Great. Want to be perfect. For them.” She didn't sound too enthused. "But don't worry, I'm completely fine about it." Marian froze, then patted her sides. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Please don't, it gets into the curtains,” said Terzo.

Marian slumped in her chair slightly. “Ok, now you have to tell me the real reason I’m here.”

Terzo closed his eyes and collected himself. “I need some help picking out a gift. For a friend. I'm having trouble,” he said.

“Don’t you give people shit all the time? Flowers, erotic notes, pornographic photography, whatever…” Marian raised an eyebrow. “People talk. In the Dining Hall. A lot.”

Terzo winced and then gave her a defeated shrug. “This is em…different.”

At that Marian’s face immediately switched into a wicked grin. She leaned forward on his desk, hand on her chin with such force her biretta hat went crooked. “Why? Why is it different, huh?”

“Because…” And then Terzo threw her a haughty scowl. “I don’t need to tell you. You work for me, sorella. This is a business meeting. A consulation.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She glanced at the clock. “But If I’m your employee you’ve got like ten minutes to spit it out before I leave for the day. So…what is it?”

“Omega…is an important friend to me. I want a gift that is…worthy of him.” Terzo started to pace again. “Something that is special, but ghouls are difficult to shop for! They don’t need to eat, or drink. Omega doesn’t seem to want to visit anywhere or do anything beyond whatever I want to do…”

“Well, isn’t he…basically you?”

“Yes but also, no.”

“And you’re psychically linked, right?” Marian thoughtlessly played with her pen, clicking it idly. “So, even if you wanted it to be a surprise, he’d already sort of know about it.”

“Cazzo, you see now why this would be so difficult?!”

Marian shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts, at the end of the day.”

“I know that,” Terzo snapped. It was definitely the thought that counted.

Except, he had never truly sincerely thought about someone else when giving a gift before. And that is what made his hands clammy and his mind race.

Terzo decided he needed to gift something really important. Something that reflected how much his heart pounded when Omega held him. Something that was big, essential, eternal. Just like his ghoul.

“A…a diamond! Yes.”

Marian smirked. “A diamond? For your very best friend?”

“Yes…” Terzo began weakly, but then remembered Marian's status as his minion. He frowned into her. “Yes, a diamond.”

“Whatever,” she replied, then opened her steno pad. “Although you know purchases over a certain amount I got to run through Treasury Director Brother Copia.”

“Then forget the diamond,” Terzo backpedaled.

Marian checked the clock on the wall again and snapped her notepad shut. “Ok, fine I've dated quite a few guitarists over the years and they like practical stuff. Like, for their instrument. How about um…a guitar strap, huh?”

“How about a guitar strap?” suggested Terzo.

Marian frowned. “What's his favorite color?”

“Erm—black.”

“Second favorite color?” Marian sighed.

“Violet, he likes violet!”

“Violet and black guitar strap, coming right up,” Marian intoned. “And look, you got ninety more seconds until I go home, is there anything else you need, your Eminence?”

“No, that would be all.” Terzo returned to staring out the window with an extra dramatic flourish of his black cardinal cassock. He took a breath, feeling his nerves start to settle as he heard the squeak of Cardinal Marian's chair as she exited. All of a sudden he had a thought. "Oh, and Marian?"

"Twenty seconds left, your Eminence." Marian's hand was already on the doorknob.

"You're certain he'll like that?"

Marian's brow furrowed, but then it seemed like a thought passed through her, and her expression softened. "Of course," she said, "Who wouldn't like a gift?"

My AO3 | Tumblr Fic List | My Terzo/Omega Fics

Chapter 2 here

#ghost fandom #the band ghost #ghost scenes from the void #terzomega #domestic december #fluff fic #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul #ghost band fic #terzo x omega

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ghuleh-recs · 5 months

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It was @fourleggedocto's birthday this weekend!! He is one of my all-time favorite ghoul writers so I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! I get a lot of Ifrit requests—look no further, y'all. Octo's always got you covered. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these?

recs under the cut.

What Happens Between Us (series) - ifrit x phantom (x swiss)

Phantom Dew and Rain are already fucking. Ifrit are they loud Phantom Yeah. Ifrit do u like it Phantom Kinda wish it was me. What the fuck? That was not what he wanted to say! He drops his phone with a squeak and swears once again, this time aimed at his back-stabbing appendages. His phone vibrates in the sheets, the screen lighting up but Phantom refuses to read it. He turns over and hides his face in his hands. His cheeks feel hot to the touch, which only fuels his embarrassment. Ifrit shoulda said smth b4 u left want some help?

Easy To Need - dewdrop x ifrit

“D’you think you could cum just from me pressing ‘em?” Dew slurred, a little drunk on the noises Ifrit was making, the way his tail slapped the bed happily every time Dew pressed into another one. “Don’t know,” Ifrit huffed, and the unsaid part of it hung heavy in the air between them: Let’s try

Ceremony - phantom x everyone

Phantom knows he’s quickly becoming a problem, but he can’t help it. His whole pack is tired of waking up to him humping their leg or pillow, moaning in his sleep, and just generally being a nuisance to their beauty rest. As far as he knows he’s destined to be alone forever, to retire to his own room every night, to get off in his hand or against his pillow or in his pants like a dweeb. To never feel a knot, never know what sex is like up here, never know why Rain is so painfully loud. Or: Phantom's initiation

date night - cumulus x mountain

“What?” Mountain grunts. He runs his hands down her thighs and back up to latch around her back to distract himself while she just keeps giggling, and he knows his own smile is stupidly big, only growing when he joins in with the light laughter. Mountain’s head tips forward with it, sending a grove of wisteria tumbling in front of his face again. He stops laughing suddenly, blushing heavily and bringing his hands up to cover his face. He can feel Cumulus pull out a smaller bloom from the top of his head, and it sings in her hold. He feels the way it’s pulled to her energy, dancing on her wind. He feels like that too.

Suffer in Body (Just Starting to Sin) - aether x ifrit

When Ifrit’s hands flew up to his wrists, he stopped immediately, inspecting his eyes carefully. The fire ghoul’s pupils only blew wider as he forced out, “Keep them on.” He sounded out of breath, which nearly knocked all the air out of Aether’s lungs as well. He adjusted them snuggly back onto his fingers, then reached out and cupped Ifrit’s face. He leaned into the reprieve of the cold metal. “You better not regret this,” he mumbled, before bringing his hand down. Hard.

Angel of Small Death - dewdrop x ifrit

“Dewdrop, give it up. Staring at it isn’t going to make it grow back,” Ifrit groans, walking into the little water ghoul’s room to find him exactly where he left him 2 hours: in front of the mirror, completely naked, shaking fingers hovering over his little dick. It's the only part of this new, weird meat vessel he hasn’t gotten used to, and he's adamant he never will. Ifrit thinks it’s amazing, the best looking dick he’s ever seen, and he needs him to know it. “Can I show you?”

Mountain One Offs - mountain x everyone

Mountain had resigned himself to the outskirts of the pack, hoping that not getting too close would help him keep them safe. But these idiots kept making him fall in love with them and now he just has 7 ghouls to look after (or to look after him) and keep occupied so they don't get themselves in too much trouble.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

#hbd octo!!!#sorry it's late ♡#my fic recs #the band ghost fic recs #the band ghost fanfiction #ifrit ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #nameless ghouls fic #spicy tag #birthday mixtape

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insanitysilver · 1 year

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Spread some cheer to your fellow fannish community members with this fic scavenger hunt bingo!

Hunt down some fics, give ‘em a read, and (ideally) leave a nice comment thanking the author for sharing their work. Let’s celebrate our communities and the art that sustains them! [comment starters][ao3 search tips]

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B1 - 100 or less hits B2 - One sentence summary B3 - Author joined site in 2012 or earlier B4 - Most recently updated in tag B5 - 0 comments I1 - Title starts with the letter “Z” I2 - Author’s first fic I3 - Femslash I4 - 5000 words or less I5 - Genfic N1 - Fannish non-fiction / meta N2 - Author with 5 works or less N3 - Free space N4 - Author with 50 works or more N5 - Podfic G1 - Third oldest fic in tag G2 - Title starts with the letter “A” G3 - Exactly 100 words (drabble) G4 - Author joined site in 2020 or sooner G5 - Song lyric title O1 - 12 kudos or less O2 - Work in progress O3 - Fandom or relationship tag with under 400 fics O4 - 10,000 words or more O5 - 3 bookmarks or less

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#your call if you wanna double dip or not for squares #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ficbingo

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hamartia-grander · 4 months

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do you have any serennedy fic recs?

Omg of course I do stranger, here are some of my favourite serennedy fics ever, in no particular order, that you should absolutely read and leave kudos and comments on right now:

I've Got Dreams Again by MooseOnAHunt (best serennedy fic ever written btw)

Life's Simple Pleasures by MooseOnAHunt

Let There Be Light by MooseOnAHunt

I Carry All My Sins by MooseOnAHunt

Overflowing by MooseOnAHunt

Straight From the Heart by MooseOnAHunt

And others also by MooseOnAHunt on ao3 <333 go check 'em out

#screaming crying sobbing over all of these #idk how IGDA isn't winning in hits and kudos it's a damn shame #literally rewired my brain forever #serennedy #resident evil #Luis Serra #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil fanfiction #re4r #Luis Serra Navarro #leon s kennedy #serrennedy #serrenedy #leonluis

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brooklynbear32 · 1 month

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So I had the chance for some ~~alone time~~ this evening and decided to go through some of my AO3 bookmarks and just - ahem - reflect.

I came across one of my favourite ever Chris/Reader fics and let me tell you, dear friends: this is just as good every single time I read it. The best, most considerate part of it, is that there are two versions of it, one with female reader anatomical terms and one with male reader anatomical terms.

So after thoroughly enjoying myself, I scrolled down to leave a comment, something to the effect or "fourth kudos" or "🥵🥵🥵🥵🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠" and then, I saw it.

This fic, this absolute beacon of masturbation inspiration, has only ten comments, and HALF OF THEM ARE REPLIES FROM THE AUTHOR.

So here I am, @fandomfluffandfuck, standing on my rooftop, banging a pot with a wooden spoon, yelling at my meager follow count plus the whole gosh darn CE tag, to:

READ THIS FUCKING FIC FOR THE LOVE OF PORN

(and then leave a comment for fuck's sake!)

#chris evans fic #chris evans rpf #chris evans #chris evans x reader

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k2ntwo · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

A bunch of writers that I follow have already been tagged and responded @helloliriels @khorazir @7-percent @discordantwords @totallysilvergirl to name just a few. Now I have a few new things to read that I somehow missed the first time around as well as a bunch of old favorites to go and re-read. So much good fic is out there by so many talented writers!

In the spirit of adding to folk’s ever growing MFL list I’ll just pile onto the bandwagon with my answers as well.

1. How many works to you have on AO3?

56 although there are several collections of snippets that technically could be counted separately. On AO3 I'm KtwoNtwo.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

496,860

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Sherlock Holmes (most all iterations from ACD to Sherlock) and James Bond. However, I dabble in a good number of other fandoms upon occasion.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Metamorphosis

Conversations from Q-Branch

50 Reasons (The Q-Branch Edition)

A Rare Breed

Brothers Three

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, even if its just a “I’m glad you liked it.” The only ones I don’t respond to are the generic solicitations to join some random contest or fic publishing website. Those get blocked and reported.

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

Well, I don’t really write major angst but The Four Riders has got a bit as does the poem Gun in the Drawer though they both end on a hopeful note.

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

Most of my fics have happy endings but probably A Toast to the Science of Deduction resolves the happiest of the lot.

8. Do you get hate on fics.

Nope. Only got one anonymous troll alleging trademark infringement due to a title. I fired back a factual rebuttal: basically "there is no book by that name by that author, there is no lawyer by that name, you didn’t provide contact information and btw trademark doesn’t work the way you allege" then added a set of quotation marks to the title. Never heard anything more about it.

9. Do you write smut?

I have but I’m not terribly good at it. Most of the time the characters look at me then politely, or not so politely, shut the bedroom door in my face.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Oh God Yes! Technically I think I write fusions, where both fandoms end up in the same universe, as opposed to crossovers but I’m rather unclear on the difference between same so I tend to just call 'em crossovers and leave it at that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I could find or prove. I did have a couple of strange search results pop up with my use name and some fic titles attached but the websites all seem to be defunct now.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

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

No.

14. What’s your favorite ship?

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

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

There’s a fic based on a song by Abney Park that I’ve got an outline for but it never seems to go anywhere.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can merge and/or crossover all sorts of different fandoms.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Typos and punctuation. Being slightly dyslexic I can’t spot the former and I never know if I’m using commas correctly or not.

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

I actively avoid doing so because I’d butcher it badly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Emperor’s Edge by Lindsay Buroker. I will admit that I wrote in my head, but never got around to put on paper, a number of Star Trek stories when I was significantly younger.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I like all of them for different reasons. The one I’m most proud of however is The Emerald Falls my Study in Emerald inspired ACD Fic.

I'd love to have some of the artists/podcasters respond to this with whatever modifications are necessary to fit the medium involved. Hours of podcast or number of artworks as opposed to number of words for example. @podfixx @bluebellofbakerstreet if you haven't responded to this thing already and I just missed it.

#20 questions for fic writers #my fanfiction

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supercutofbuck · 15 days

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oh no i have written a fluffy, relationship reveal, bucktommy fic... please don't read it like it's so cute and fluffy and disgusting fuuuuck please don’t

anyways here's the link…

❤️I Wanna Hold Your Hand❤️

#please god don't read it there's too much fluff #please don't click the link and leave kudos and comments oh god #aaahh the bucktommy brainrot is alive and well #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 abc #911 fic #em writes

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alemonyoyo · 4 months

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No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 3

Please read it here! Or read below and leave a kudos or comment <3 <3 Thanks!

LMK if you'd like to be tagged for future updates!

Missed the previous chapters? Check out the Masterlist!

Words: 3152

Tags: GN Reader, No use of YN, Slight Enemies to Lovers, Misunderstanding.

Summary: It's time to start your training for your duel! The Sheriff has splurged on a new gun for you, so you'd better impress him with those skills!

Let's hope you don't get too flustered and mess up the shot-

Chapter 3 - The Training: Undertale Yellow OST: 072 - Sunnyside Farm

You stirred in your sleep, tossing and turning. Groaning ever so often at the relentless pain in your head. Why’d that guy, Edward, have to drop you so freakin’ hard!

Eventually you’d had enough of pretending to be asleep, and woke up once again in a foreign bed. The sheets were red, and smelt of gunpowder. To your right, a sleeping bag was poised on the ground.

As you woke up and let the light of the day settle better into your dreary eyes, you could see that the room was covered in sleeping gear; Hammocks and pillows and couches. Even what looked to be a cat bed?

You slowly got out of the bed, being sure to rearrange the covers neatly once you were done.

In the corner of the room was a TV and beside it was a pile of VHS’s. You walked over, examining them. Despite being left on the floor of what was quite a dingy wooden house, there was seldom any dust on them. Looking at the labels, you recognised them all as classic Spaghetti Westerns; Man Hunt, Gunslinger’s Revenge, They Call Me Renegade, No Country for Old Men. They were all quite old films… How did they make their way down here?

You stood back up, looking over to the bed you had just emerged from. It was clear this was the Feisty Fives living quarters. And the bed you were sleeping in belonged to-

“Rise an’ shine partner!” North Star crashed through the door, leading in some of the light from outside with him. It’s like it followed him, stuck to his skin. Or maybe monsters of his kind could just *glow*. “You slept quite a bit. It’s nearly midday.” He flicked on the lights before walking over to you. “If you’re not up for training today, that’s alright.” He placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, “Being a cowboy as great as me is tough work of course. Gotta make sure you’re rested!” He laughed, his eyes squinting under his hat. He had a sweet laugh, an infectious one that caught you giggling along with him. No wonder he accumulated such a posse.

“Sorry I slept in. I don’t even remember getting here.” His hand still rested on your shoulder, grounding you. You felt a little spacey after such a night, and still a little wary of this stranger. Could you even be deemed strangers anymore? You had stayed the night in his own bed! “Where did you sleep last night?”

“Oh! Uh,” He sheepishly pointed to a pillow, laid on the floor next to the bed.

“You can’t be serious!” He held up his hands in faux defence, chuckling to himself,

“It’s quite alright, darlin’. You needed a good rest, and my bed’s the best of ‘em.” You scrunch your face at the answer, turning away in slight embarrassment.

“Hey, how about you make it up to me by meetin’ me at the saloon in 15? We’ll start trainin’ soon!” Oh right, training. You had nearly forgotten, having been too carried away with the logistics of the man's bed you had just slept in, and the pretty way he called you names and-

“Sounds like a plan. See you in 15 minutes.” He tipped his hat at you before leaving. It was goofy, and stupid, and you liked it.

Not even yesterday you were shooting at the guy, pointing spears at him. Now you’re sleeping in his bed, and meeting up with him in 15 minutes!

Speaking of which, it was time to get ready-

–

“Look who got themselves all pretty.” North Star lobbied his compliments to you from across the bar, walking over to meet you halfway. “Let’s get you armed up and ready! Follow me.”

With that, he slipped past you, and you followed along close behind him. He led you out of the saloon, and out of the town square. You both went down one of the paths you had tread earlier when trying to make your escape. You felt sheepish retreading those panicked steps-

Luckily you stopped far before you made it to the gate, in front of a large wooden building. “The guy that works here is a friend of mine. I’m sure he’ll be happy to let you borrow some of his wares.” That didn’t sound entirely true- But you played along for now, enjoying the game of pretend.

North Star sauntered up to the door of the building, and you stood beside him on the patio. He knocked with his knuckles, yelling out through the door; “Open up, Blackjack! Don’t make me use force!” He smirked under the pointed brim of his hat, “I make the law so I can legally shoot down your doors!” How much of this was a *game*, anyway? Was he really going to gun this door down?

Suddenly, you heard the yell of an older voice, weathered with time;

“Get off my property, North Star!” You chuckled at the angered response. “I told you I wouldn’t even sell you a gumball!”

They continued to bicker back and forth as you watched North Star play the role of the negotiator. He had played it well with you earlier when you had approached him with the spear. *Now*, however, his abilities seemed to be failing him.

“You lost one of my premium revolvers last week!” Ah jeez.

“Look, I promise this is a different scenario, Jack. I won’t even step inside. You can meet me out here.” After a small pause, you could hear some rustling from behind the door. North Star started his way down the stairs and back onto the dry sand of the dunes. You followed suit. “See? I ‘ave it all under control.” He reassured you. His confidence unwavering.

“I never doubted you for a second, sheriff.” You teased, but by the looks of his reaction, he took it completely genuinely; a broad smile and a slight blush as he responded;

“Glad to hear that, rookie.”

Eventually, a rotund purple monster, fitted out with round glasses and a fedora, walked out of the building on a pegged leg. His wooden prosthetic squeaked and wheezed against the wooden floorboards of the patio.

“Make it speedy.” He uttered. The warm wind rolled around the three of you, and the very exchange itself felt like the beginning of a standoff. The tension was so thick, that it seemed as if at any moment, North Star would shoot through it towards Blackjack, and Jack would respond, aiming his revolver at the sheriff. Excitement! And tension and drama!

Yet, nothing had happened at all. Just stares of contemplation.

“Of cooourse, sir!” North Star seemed to mimic, adopting a playful demeanour. He was a good actor, even if you solved his scheme quite quickly; “I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this human.”

Blackjack retreated quickly, despite his age and lack of leg. North Star was quick to make his pleas, the facade dropping for just a moment; “I worded that poorly, hold on! This ain’t a real human, you see. I was jokin’. They’re just a very fleshy monster!” Then all was quiet. He sighed while looking over at you, giving you a weak smile.

“I’ll give ya 400G.” Before you could object to such a price, Blackjack had rushed out, revolver already in hand as He and North Star made the exchange. Before you could utter a word, the transaction was done, just the quick pull of a trigger, it was over.

“North Star! That is so expensive! You can’t possibly spend that much on just a gun!” You angrily tried to reason with him, but he kept meeting your anger with a cocky looking gaze, and a smirk that he wore all too well.

“It’s fine, it’s fine dear. I can afford it! Plus, you can have it as a gift, for taking yer old one! And accidentally bashing yer head in.” If he was just going to give you a new gun, why even bother trying to get your old one? “Of course…” He started, leaning in close to you. You could nearly see under the shadow of his hat at this distance, “I’ll be making sure you don’t run off with this ‘till our deal is done. Sound good?” He waved the gun in front of you, like bait on a fishing rod. You were flushed; embarrassed at the display.

“Sure- Sounds fine.” You crossed your arms. “Don’t ever spend that much on something so stupid ever again.” You muttered, before North Star led you off.

–

Close by Blackjack’s shop was a training ground, with dummies set up around the place. The area around them was littered with bullet casings.

“This is where I like to practise my aim! It’s not everyday I’m going around shooting people, so dummies will have to do.” He smiled. North Star reached down to the holster on his leg, pulling out his gun. He handed the new one he had just bought to you. “Let’s see what you can do!”

You nodded confidently, walking up to the edge of the counter that stood between you and the dummies. They were about 8 metres away, and average in size. You readied your gun, aiming it towards one of the mannequins in the centre.

The new gun felt far heavier than the toy that had been taken from you. It was a sturdy metal, with a clean sheen to it. Yet the gun felt off in your hands, you couldn’t get the same grip that you got with the toy gun, which was far smaller in size.

“Here- let me just-” You heard North Star come up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, shifting them to a different position. “There.” He whispered softly, “You want to have one of your shoulders back a little like this.” His touch was very gentle, something that you didn’t expect after being manhandled by Ed the night prior. You felt tense at the closeness.

North Star stepped back from you, “Okay, try takin’ the shot.” He said, confidently. If only his faith in you was well placed-

You felt the trigger under your finger, and tried to push down, but the trigger was a lot stiffer than your other gun. It took a lot more force.

Suddenly you felt your shoulder jolt to the side, as the icy sound of a piercing bullet rang through your ears. You stepped away from the counter in slight shock, feeling your breath heave slightly in surprise.

“Woah now! We don’t wanna go shootin’ somebody's head off now do we?” You could hear the sheriff chuckle from behind you.

Looking back up, it was clear your bullet hadn’t even grazed the fabric flesh of the mannequin. A real gun is a lot different from the cheap shit you were using-

“Okay, okay. I think I know what the problem is.” He leant on the counter next to you, staring up at you under the brim of his hat. “Try aiming again. I’ll adjust.”

Feeling a little tense at the offer, but you slowly shifted back into the stance you had adopted previously. “Good, good. You’ve got the shoulders down.” You felt him behind you, “Ah, you’re not lining up the front and back sights. Are you aiming with the barrel?” He said incredulously.

“Maybe-” You mumbled. “I’m going to be frank with you. I’ve never shot a real gun- I’ve hardly even shot that fake gun that you took from me. It’s just some toy!”

You felt him move in closer, you could feel his breath on your neck, his chin on your shoulder.

“I could tell. That warning shot was just a fluke.” You could practically hear his smirk. “But that’s okay. That’s why we’re training. Gotta make it fair.” His voice was so close to you, and its southern twang helped pluck the pain of the ringing bullet out of your ears.

North Star learnt one of his arms over yours, pushing it slightly to the left. It was so warm with him so close, you could barely stand. “See, you’ve gotta close one eye when you shoot. You can’t aim with both eyes open. That’s how I knew you had never shot a gun before.”

“Wow- exposed much?” You laughed, trying to release the tension of his body being so close to yours. This was strictly business after all!

“See, when you close your eye, you need to line up that front bump and back bump on the top of the gun. From where I am it’s lined up, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be lined up for you. And I can’t exactly get any closer to you to make this more accurate. Unless you’d like me to, of course~” He laughed, walking back slightly and observing your form. You hit him in the shoulder lightly,

“Shut up-” You mumbled with a slight chuckle. “Let me focus.” You tried the stance again, closing your eye and lining up the front and back bump on the top of the gun.

“Are you saying I distract you, darlin’?” North Star fell into more laughter.

You tried ignoring him and his words. You lined up the two bumps, and right behind them was the mannequin.

As he chuckled beside you, you pulled the trigger. The gun pushed back against your hand as you heard the bullet go flying. You heaved a breath in peeking over the counter to see if you had hit the dummy.

“Woah! Hey, good job rookie!” North Star had ceased his laughter, and wrapped a supportive arm around your shoulder. “You might’ve only hit its lower torso but you didn’t miss it! That’s for sure!” You felt yourself smile. It felt nice to succeed for once-

“Well, let’s keep going!”

–

By now it was late afternoon, though it could be hard to tell under the relentless desert rays. You had shot round after round, missing a couple before hitting a few. As you shot, you and North Star had exchanged some banter, and a conversation here and there.

You had just set off another shot, letting the ringing sound of the bullet settle in the space before you asked,

“Hey, so, I saw some VHS’s in your house. They’re yours right?”

“Yep, I scavenged them from some trash heap. It’s all human stuff from the surface. It trickles down here eventually and well- we get to collect the scraps!”

You shot another round. This one missed, to North Star’s disappointment. His saddened expression was kind of cute given the circumstances.

“No wonder you’re like a real cowboy, with all those films and stuff.”

“I guess you could say that. Maybe I was a real cowboy all along, and the good stuff knew how to find me!” He smirked.

“Sure- sure.” Another shot, this one barely missed. You grumbled in annoyance.

“I’ve always been invested in that human stuff, maybe the worlds paying me back by giving me all those movies! Like some old Western omen!”

“Of course.” You giggled, “Why do you like all this human stuff so much?” You turned to him. He sat against the counter, pondering. Not once in these past few hours had you seen him so contemplative.

After a moment he replied; “Everything just seems so happy- Even if they’re shooting over some guy's wife, or some guy's cattle, or some guy's land, they’re *free*. They can roam on their fire-proof monsters, and go riding into balls of fire all they want!” Ignoring the fire ball thing, the whole answer honestly dampened your good mood. It was clear from nearly every monster you had met that the claustrophobia of the underground had set in long before this generation of monsters was even born.

“Yeah- I can see that.” You responded,

“So it's true?”

“Huh?”

“That humans are fire proof?”

“Well- technically speaking *yes* but-”

“I knew it! Ceroba’s going to be so mad- I knew it!” And just like that, the mood changed back to light and cheerful. Yet you could still see a hint of sadness left in his eyes. He fronted it with a visage of happiness quite well. You decided to ignore it for now.

The name he spoke caught your attention,

“Ceroba… is she the fox lady?” He nodded,

“And my best friend. Since childhood!” It’s like he wore their friendship like a badge of honour. It was honestly quite a sweet display.

That made everything click into place a little better. Ceroba was there before, in the bar when you approached. She probably felt safe around North Star, hence why she didn’t panic when you brandished your spear.

She had talked to you later in the night as well. She seemed a bit stoic and standoff-ish but appreciative of your arrival nonetheless. Maybe it was good to have one straight man to balance the heap of crazy cowboys.

“Have you met her?” You nodded, turning away to fire another shot. This one landed! “Nice!” You heard North Star exclaim.

“Yeah, I met her briefly. When you went to set up all *this*,” You gestured around yourself, “She had spoken with me. Just asking if I was alright.” He smiled at you.

“My oldest friend and my newest friend! Pals already huh! This is going great! And she said it’d be a bad idea-” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking out at the shooting range;

“That *what* would be a bad idea?” You turned to him with slight concern,

“Well, hanging out with you ‘n all.” You frowned, turning back and taking another shot. This one hit right in the head of the mannequin.

“I knew it was a good idea though! I mean, come on, a real life human! It’s like the movies but real! And you’re so much different to how I thought you’d be!”

“You barely know me yet. I barely know *you* yet.”

“Well then that’ll just have to change right?” He smiled, patting you on the shoulder, “Plus, it feels like I’ve known you for years already.” You couldn’t tell whether or not he was just saying that, but irregardless it felt good to hear.

“Yeah- me too.” North Star seemed to perk up at hearing that, his cheeks flushing a warm teal. He turned away from you, hiding under his hat,

“It’s getting warm- Maybe we should head in for the day?” He suggested,

“Sounds good, Sheriff.” He turned to you,

“I’ll buy ya a drink?” You smiled up at him,

“Sounds like a plan, Star.”

***

“How was trainin’ with the boss today, newbie?”

“Good- good. I’m not the best with a gun, sadly.”

“Seemed to enjoy yourself nonetheless, hm?”

“Of course. It was fun. We’re shooting guns but I didn’t feel in danger. For once-”

“I know he had fun too. Keep it up, rookie!”

#undertale yellow #uty #north star #starlo #fanfiction #starlo uty #undertale yellow starlo #uty north star #uty starlo #north star uty #north star undertale yellow #north star x reader #starlo x reader #north star uty x reader #starlo uty x reader #no country for young humans

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“Let writers ramble to you about their stories and they will forever love you.”

PLEASE RAMBLE AWAY. I will forever love you if you do ;)

I'm using this as an excuse to word vomit and talk about some things that I am working through particularly in the Higgins fic.

So the concept of this fic is that when Jamie Tartt arrived at AFC Richmond, Higgins tried to get him to complete his arrival paperwork and got a classic Tartt response

"It seems like to me mate that you get a hard on for all these forms and shit," Jamie grinned like a lion, locked onto it's prey. "So, how about you fill em in for me, that'd be grand lad. Ta," he laughed, patting Higgins on the cheek and throwing the papers back at his chest. Jamie turned on his heels and left, leaving Higgins in a cascade of blank paperwork and staring at the back of Rupert's most recent wonder signing.

So for want of a better option he filled in Jamie's emergency contact with his own details. Jump to about a year later and Higgins gets a call from a hospital in Manchester that they've got a Jamie Tartt admitted with a dislocated shoulder, a broken elbow and maybe a concussion. Remembering what he does know about Jamie's family from the Ghost Fire speech there's no way he's calling Jamie's dad and Jamie isn't close with his mum so it's either leave him to the Man City physios or drive 4 hours up to Manchester to make sure he's ok. For some reason, Higgins picks the 2nd option.

It explores Higgins seeing that Jamie just needs someone in his corner. Jamie determined that he is fine in Manchester and doesn't need a healthy paternal relationship. Higgins determined that he has five sons and he doesn't need another one. And both of them being wrong.

So I've got a few things I'm working out with the fic as a whole:

Do I write it just as Jamie POV or do I jump? So I personally have a soft spot for writing fics with just one narrator because it really allows for full unreliable narrator but then you are constrained to things that character is seeing. On the other hand if I build in other characters then you get the full picture. Maybe a few Higgins POV chapters and seeing his internal monologue as he somehow ends up basically adopting another child, Rebecca or Ted POV as they work out that Higgins is 100% hiding something with them. Etc. So yeah, I haven't worked it out yet.

Do I post all in one go or in chapters? So I am going to write this fic in chapters because I feels like it just falls that way. It's going to cover a long time period so breaking it down feels right. BUT do I then post when I have a chapter done or wait until they are all done and then post them. On one hand I am so motivated by praise and comments and kudos so posting and getting a positive response will help keep motivation. But on the other hand when I post my brain tends to go, "oh it's posted so I can take a break on that fic" and then I do and it takes forever to get the subsequent chapters out.

Does Jamie end up back at Richmond? So spoilers but in this fic he doesn't go on LCA. This is set about the time he would be signing up for LCA and so he gets affectionately kidnapped by Higgins instead which does mean he doesn't implode his career. He's not going back to Manchester but that doesn't mean only Richmond and that doesn't mean that when his arm heals he'll go back to football. He's going to be in a far healthier place than in canon. So what does he do ... I don't know yet!

How does Dad!Higgins react when brought face to face with James Tartt Sr. This is a confrontation I am looking forward to writing but I also have no clue what it is going to look like lol.

And for dealing with my rambles here's another little sneak peak from a potential Higgins POV:

“But just look at him Leslie. You told me all about him but just look at him,” Julie muttered, tears in her voice as she turned Higgins around to peer into the living room. The end credits of Midsommer Murders were rolling but there was no one awake to switch the channel. Jamie was sprawled out on the settee. His head was pressed against the arm in a way that would give him a crick in his neck when he woke up. His injured arm and shoulder were trapped and propped up in the way the doctor had advised. His breath was whistling softly and his face looked free and unburdened for the first time in the time Higgins had known him. His good arm was buried, mid scratch, on William Shakespaw’s back. The dog was perfectly still, content, looking up at Higgins with tongue lolling as if to say “the human has fallen asleep on me therefore I cannot move until he wakes.”

#candle writes #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #leslie higgins #GFYLM tag #ask box is always open

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