#i have posted 2 wips of this before (it’s from a prompt fill back in december and i still have a few other from that i wanna write)

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and if i said i had something non-acswy related dropping with the vague timeline of “soon,” then what.

#byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #miwip wednesday #wiseatom wips #BRUHHH I HAVENT WRITTEN NON ACSWY IN SO LONG #i have posted 2 wips of this before (it’s from a prompt fill back in december and i still have a few other from that i wanna write) #but it’s like actually getting to the Home Stretch now so that is exciting #this is the last wip i’ll post from it but i hope to have it up at some point next week 🤸

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: some more Nicky for the girlies.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Back to usual. 

You say goodbye to Joey with an especially clingy hug. She’ll be gone back to campus by the time you get home. Her short visits always leave you a bit sad.

You arrive at Nick’s place and let yourself in. The remnants of the prior day’s get together are still littered over the dining room table and throughout the front room. There’s more in the kitchen.

You gather the empty glasses and a few bottles with varying amounts of liquid still inside. You scrape plates into the pin and sweep napkins in after them. You fill the sink with warm soapy water to wash it all when you hear the soft but clumsy pad of feet on the stairs. They’re too light to be Nick.

You have the coffee brewing in anticipation of your boss’ hangover. The aroma wafts into the air as the machine clicks. A figure appears in the doorway and you turn to greet the woman in her sleek but wrinkled dress. This isn’t unexpected either.

“Good morning,” you greet her stunned eyes as she blanches.

“Um, I’m sorry, I was only–”

“Coffee?” You offer her as you open the cupboard, “look like you need it.”

“N-no, I… should go. Is there a Starbucks around here?” She croaks.

“No need, I can do lattes,” you offer, “he’s got this ridiculously expensive machine.”

“Er,” she looks down at the heels dangling from her hand then back to you, “sorry, are you… do you live…”

“I work for Mr. Fowler. Just the maid,” you assure her. Her assumption fills your chest with an unspent laugh. You’re far too old for Nick. Besides, the concept is ridiculous.

“Oh…” her single syllable dangles.

You pour her a cup and turn to offer it to her. Her mouth slants in a guilty smile. She shambles forward and accepts the mug.

“You take sugar, cream? Maybe some Advil?” You suggest.

“Oat milk? And yes please, my head is pounding.”

“Right, he has almond milk,” you open another cupboard and pluck out the ibuprofen, “or whole milk.”

“Almond is fine,” she accepts as you rattle the bottle.

“One or two, hon,” you ask as you approach her again.

“Two, please,” she inhales the scent of the coffee and sighs, rubbing her eye socket before extending her hand to take the tablet, “the whole bottle if I could.”

“Ugh, yeah, I don’t miss those days,” you hum and cap the bottle.

You put it away and go into the large fridge, taking out the carton of almond milk for the woman. You take it to her as she approaches the island to clink down the coffee. You watch as she adds the milk and takes a slender spoon from you to stir it in. She takes her first sip and moans before tossing back the pills.

“Coffee good?” You prompt proudly.

“Oh, yeah,” she looks up at you, “yeah, it’s great.”

“Took me a while to master the beast,” you point to the machine. “I finally got my ristretto down, too.”

She gives a nervous laugh and gulps again, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, “you’re nice… really nice. Why?”

You blink at her question. It makes you wonder, was Nick not nice? That’s not really any of your concern.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You shrug and turn to the full sink, “you’re a guest.” You plunge your hands in and scrub the porcelain, “plus, you kinda remind me of my daughter. I’d like someone to treat her nicely too.”

“Ah,” she accepts, “that’s really sweet.”

“It’s human, I hope,” you open up the dishwasher to slide in each plate.

“You really… didn’t have to make me coffee,” she murmurs.

You peek over at her as she stares into the depths. She seems sad but that might just be the hangover. You continue your work as you reply.

“It was already on. If you’re hungry–”

“Please, no, that’s okay,” she declines with a wave, “I think… I think I’ll just finish this and get an uber. Maybe go call my mom.”

“Well, you let me know if you need anything before you go,” you chime as you hook glasses into the top rack of the dishwasher.

You finish the dishes and grab a damp cloth to go wipe the table down. You stop by a few other surfaces to clear away rings from the finish and return to the kitchen. As you enter from the dining room, Nick appears in the other.

The woman faces him as she grabs her shoes, “hi.”

He growls and lumbers over to the coffee machine. He sees the mug waiting for him and peers into its empty body. You clutch the cloth in your hand as you watch his naked back tense. He wears nothing more than a pair of briefs. At most, you’ve seen him shirtless when he needs some stitches.

“More coffee?” You offer the woman.

“No, I should go,” she peeks at him nervously.

“Alright, well, you take care,” you bid her and take her cup.

“Thanks,” she says and skulks to the door, “bye, Nick.”

“Mmm,” he flicks his fingers at her as he pours himself a cup.

You narrow your eyes at his shoulder blades. That wasn’t very polite. Well, it isn’t your job to be his mother, even if it feels like it sometimes.

You put the almond milk away as he turns to lean in the corner of the counter. He presses the porcelain to his forehead and groans. You shake out the cloth over the sink and rinse it out.

“You have a daughter,” he states plainly. A question but not really.

“I do,” you answer evenly.

“I didn’t know that,” he says.

You shrug, “guess it never came up.”

"You’ve worked for me for three years…” he mutters.

“You never asked,” you say lightly, “it’s fine.”

He lowers the cup and slurps loudly. He swishes the coffee around before he swallows thickly.

“Your husband okay with you working twelves?”

You chuckle, “sir, really, it’s fine.”

His curiosity is not usual. You stick to the expected, the manageable. You don’t stray outside the lines. You’re friendly but you’re not overfamiliar. He always seemed to prefer that. He enjoyed talking about himself far more.

“You were busy yesterday,” he shifts his weight to one foot, his muscled chest rippling.

“I suppose as busy as you,” you roll in the racks of the dishwasher and add soap before closing it up.

“I… interrupted your plans?”

“Sir, it’s fine, I had a good day off and now I’m back,” you insist, “are there any other messes I need to worry about?”

He tilts his head and exhales deeply. His cheek dimples as he considers you. The cut on his head is exposed but not as bad as it was, though the bruise under his eyes has only gotten darker.

He scoffs as a smirk slants his lips, “sure. You could change my bed sheets.”

“Sure,” you accept breezily, repressing the glimmer of concern at the base of your skull. 

Something about his response seems trite, as if he means to insult you. You’re an adult, you’re less than shocked at his after hours play. By now, you’re quite used to it. He’s in his prime, he’s well off, and he’s handsome by anyone’s measure.

“You could try some witch hazel,” you touch your cheek then point at his, “for the bruising.”

“I can handle it,” he retorts and pushes himself away from the counter, “enough chattering. Get to work.”

🥃

You knock on the office door and wait for an answer. The little device you keep clipped to your belt is still buzzing with Nick’s demand. He calls to you from within and you enter.

“Sir?” You greet him.

“What took you so long?” He growls.

He’s in a foul mood. He has been all day. He can be gruff, you’re used to that, but today, he just seems prickly. His romp must not have been much fun. Come to think of it, his partner had been all too eager to flee.

You shake away the intrusive thoughts and clear your throat, “I was in the laundry room. Sorry.”

“My head is pounding,” he rubs his temples.

“Right, sir, I’ll bring you Advil and some water–”

“Don’t treat me like a child,” he snarls.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure I’m a lot older than your daughter, so cut it out.”

“I wasn’t– sir, I’m sorry.”

“Go, get the pills,” he shoos you, “and call Rhonda.”

You nod and leave him. Wow. You don’t think he’s ever spoken to you like that. The mention of Joey also puts you off. Why is he so concerned? Most people could look at you and assume you have a kid or too. At your age, with your hips…

You go downstairs to retrieve the Advil and a tall glass of water. You climb back upstairs and follow the airy hall down to your office. As you enter, he sits with his head in his hands, his elbows on the desk. You don’t say a word as you set down the glass and pills.

He doesn’t move. You back away slowly and pull out your cell phone. You’ll call the masseuse, she should be able to work out the tension.

As you get to the door, he growls and his chair squeaks.

“You said something, about witch hazel,” he snarls.

“Uh, yes,” you face him, “it’ll take down the bruising.”

He narrows his eyes, the gesture tweaking his swollen cheek. Even battered, he isn’t unattractive. And the woman in his kitchen was just as gorgeous. So you find it hard to fathom why he’s in such a mood.

“Would you like me to get it for you, sir?” You ask, trying not to sound too pandering.

“Sure, whatever.”

You sweep away and go down the hall to the cabinet. You keep everything stocked well. Part of your job is inventory. You’ll have to go through the liquor bottles later and see what needs replenishing too.

You return to him with the witch hazel and a bag of cotton balls. You place them on his desk as he leans his head against the chairback, his eyes closed. You step back on your heel and his eyes pop open.

“Would you mind?” He motions to his face.

“Sure,” you take the cotton balls and pull one out.

You uncap the dark bottle and dampen the cotton with the liquid. His eyes close again as you sidle closer and you dab gently along his cheek. He flinches, just once, then stills. It must be cold. 

His eyes flick open again and startle you as you retract your touch. Awkwardly, you move away and gather up the bottle and bag of cotton balls. He’s quiet as he leans forward to grab the bottle of pills.

“I should’ve guessed,” he says as he shakes two tablets out, “that’s what I do. I read people. You’re a mother, for sure. She’s older, isn’t she? College? You had her young–”

“Sir,” you sniff, uncomfortable.

“Just the one. And you didn’t answer me when I talked about your husband so he must be out of the picture. Divorced. About the time you came around here, huh? You need the job after the messy break up,” he suggests as he wags his finger with a knowing grin, “probably another woman, huh?”

You blink. You’ll let him think what he wants. His opinion of your marriage isn’t important. It won’t do to correct him anyway. He doesn’t really seem to care, he just wants to wound. You just can’t figure out what you’ve done to deserve it.

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WIP Wednesday

So I'll be sharing a snippet from a different fic today! If I share anymore of Bring Me Home, I may as well just post the entire first chapter. (Which, I will be looking for a new job and hopefully moving in 2 months or so, so I'll probably try and start posting after that. Get another chapter or two written in the meantime.)

This fic is also from a prompt that was submitted by @regonold to @stealingyourbones. I did part of a collab fill previously, but the idea has been living in my mind rent free and I couldn't help but want to take it on more fully. I've written 5.5k and this snippet is just under 900 words.

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The formal gardens beyond the iron gate filled Danny with dread. Vlad’s mansion had looked like this, too. But Jazz had promised him, over and over again, that the Waynes were nothing like the Fruit Loop while begging him to come. Besides, he’d spent weeks making sure his schedule was clear and making deals to prevent any interruptions. No backing out now. With a sigh, he pressed the button for the intercom.

“Good evening, may I ask your business?” asked a man with a British accent.

“Um, yeah. Good evening.” Why was it so much harder to communicate with other people as human Danny than ghost Phantom? “Um, I’m Danny. Jazz’s brother?”

“Ah, yes. Of course. We’ve been expecting you. Follow the drive up to the house and welcome.”

Motors activated and the gates slowly opened. Danny started the trek up the long driveway. His anxiety wasn’t relived when he saw the manor with it’s dark stone facade and literal tower. If it was made of lighter stones, it could have been a copy of Vlad’s castle.

“This is for Jazz,” he muttered under his breath as he walked up the stairs. Before he could knock on the doors, they opened and Jazz ran out to hug him.

“Danny! Thank you so much for coming! How’ve you been? I know you’re busy, but you need to call me more often.”

Danny hugged her back tightly. “Sorry, Jazz. You know how I lose track of time. So where’s this famous Jason?”

A man stepped forward and started speaking, but hanging off his back was a ghost. The ghost of the dead Robin, to be exact. Shit.

At least the position of the ghost meant he appeared to be looking at probably-Jason. Even if he didn’t hear a word the man said. To make it worse, Robin realized he could see him and was sending out help-me trills.

Danny had to bite hard on his tongue to keep from vocalizing his own comforting chirps.

He was so focused on Robin that he almost didn’t notice probably-Jason holding out his hand to shake. Laughing self-consciously, he took it. “It’s great to finally meet you.”

The other man hesitated a moment and asked, “Is everything all right?”

But all Danny could focus on was Robin hanging off Jason’s shoulders and sending out happy-sad-helpless feelings. Danny relaxed the hold he had on his ghost self and tried to sense what was going on. But he had to reassure the human, too. “Yeah, I’m fine.” But wow, was Jason not. Where had he come into contact with such weird ectoplasm? It seemed to twist every emotion into anger and fear and violence.

Even worse was Robin. He was barely perceptible even to Danny’s enhanced senses.

Of course, Jazz was liminal enough to realize he was doing something. Quietly, she chirped a question.

Danny just shook his head and pulled back his power. “Later,” he murmured.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said back, just as quietly.

Louder, Danny said, “Sorry. I just have bad memories about large manors like this. Has Jazz told you about Vlad?”

“He’s come up a time or two. With the black hair and blue eyes, someone will probably make an adoption joke at you before the night is over. But I’ll stab them if they do.”

Danny's laugh would have been much less forced had he not just felt the twisted anger inside probably-Jason. “Just don’t hit anything vital,” he said, hoping it sounded like a joke.

Robin rolled his eyes—and how could he do that so obviously with a mask on?—and tried to pull on Jason to lead him inside.

“Well, it might be summer, but Gotham is never warm. Come on in and I’ll introduce you to everyone,” said Jason.

Jazz grabbed his hand as they made their way inside where they were greeted warmly by an elderly gentleman.

“You must be Mr. Danny. Welcome to the Manor. I’m Alfred. Dinner will be served in one hour and please let me know if you need anything. Your sister stated you didn’t have any dietary restrictions?”

“What’s that?” Danny was trying not to stare at Robin who was now hugging the older man. Before Alfred could repeat himself, however, Danny’s brain caught up to the human conversation. “Oh, uh, no. I don’t. Jazz is right.”

“Very good. Can I take your coat and bag?”

Danny did shrug off his backpack, but only so he could also take off his coat. “Can I keep the bag? I don’t feel comfortable without it on me.”

“Very well.” Alfred hung the coat up on a rack right next to the door. “Master Jason, be sure to show him where the bathroom is on your way to join the others. Mr. Danny, there are plenty of drinks in the sitting room where everyone is relaxing should you need a refreshment.” And he finally had confirmation that this was Jason!

“’Course I will, Alfie.”

“Thanks,” said Danny, though he was more focused on the desperate chirps Robin was sending out.

I’m here-notice me-I love you.

Looks like he was breaking his promise to Jazz to not do any ghostly business tonight. Of course Jazz’s boyfriend would be haunted by a ghost that needed help. Why was he even surprised?

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As far as I know, there hasn't been a lot of requests for a tag list on this one. @addie-lover-of-stories is the only one I noticed. But let me know and I'll start one!

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#dp x dc #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jason todd #anger management #alfred pennyworth #i reread everything ive written today for the first time in a week or two #and theres some scenes i cant wait to share with others #it'll be fun #for danny at least #the bats not so much

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Fic Writer Interview

So I decided to snag this from @sparklepocalypse and fill it out because I'm cozy on my couch on New Year's Eve and fighting off a nap like a grumpy toddler. I'm actually fairly certain I've done this one before, now that I think about it, but oh well. The numbers are different since last time, so...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60, apparently! 61 being posted later today!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

178,579

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ghosts

Do we still have forever

Volume Control

Retaliation

Modification to the map of you

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

I respond to each and every comment that I receive. I try very hard to leave a personalized message for each person, but no matter what, even if it's just a "thank you," I will always respond! Even if it takes me some time!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

To this day, the angstiest ending is Darkest before the dawn, which ends with hope, even if it doesn't end with an actual resolution. It's during canon, so the reader know what happens next.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I think my most recent Christmas fic, Oh what a laugh it would have been, has probably now overtaken one of my previous fics for overall happiest ending!

7. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet, but I'm absolutely open to it given the write parameters!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I haven't yet, and I hope I never do, although I know that the internet can be a wild place.

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

If you'd asked me back in July of this year, I would have said that I primarily write fade to black. Since then, I've written ridiculous amounts of smut. I'm still learning about various kinks I'd like to write about, because I don't want to just write without knowledge of the act itself, but I'm wading into the smut-verse now. I'd say the water's up to my knees, at this point. Got a ways to go.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not that I've been made aware of, but I think it would be so neat.

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

I haven't but catch me and @thinkof-england cowriting something amazing now that the new year has arrived.

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

Y'all are gonna need to sit down for this. I don't think you're ready. Deep breath in. Hold it. Now let it out slowly. Calm your mind. Are you ready? Okay because I know this is going to come as a shock to you when I say that it's FirstPrince.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Star Trek fic with Jim Kirk x an OC. I started it back in the spring and then RWRB happened and now it's just languishing away in my docs at just shy of 18,000 words.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I have realistic dialogue, so I'll count that as a strength. I also think I'm pretty skilled at metaphors. Love a good metaphor.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

The description of surroundings, including clothing and scenery. I feel like I don't do enough of this sometimes, and I'm trying to better at painting a proper picture.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've done so! Lots and lots of research and consultation with native speakers to confirm accuracy.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Pirates of the Caribbean, apparently.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

There isn't really one out there. I'm super content with the permanent campsite I've built in FP land. Hopefully I'm allowed to hang out there for quite some time.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

How am I supposed to pick a favorite out over 60 fics?!

I suppose if I absolutely HAD to pick right now, right this second, I'd say Ghosts, because the prompt for it as my first ever reader-submitted prompt on a comment from another fic. The reader enjoyed my fic so much that they asked if I'd write another, and Ghosts it what came of that interaction. I loved writing it and sharing it not just with that reader but with the fandom as a whole.

Gonna post my tag list for anyone who wants to participate!

@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @roseharpermaxwell@ships-to-sail @songliili @ssmtskw @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells@user-anakin @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew 

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Cozy Corner Kinktober Day 26 (day 4 for me)

Prompts: 2. Gloves, 28. Uniform (clerical clothes), Kink of choice-- collar sort of

When the Lion loved the lamb

A/N: This is a lil’ fic request from @digitalbath2008 after seeing some of my horny posting– hope you like it!, also probably my last for kinktober hopefully I can do more next yr! The OC in this fic is from my original novel/WIP and has been modified to fit this work– his faceclaim is nikolaj coster-waldau if that helps.

Word Count: 3.4 K approx

TW: Priest kink, smut, angst, sex in sacred/religious grounds which I understand might be upsetting for some, not proofread, top homelander, dilf, blood, older man, OC characther, age gap-- HL is in his mid 20's and OC is mid/late 40s, moral corruption.

Sypnosis: Homelander seeks the only absolution he can receive.

Warm afternoon glow paints every inch of the empty parish with speckles of blues and greens, coloring the worn down carpet, hanging lights flicker off– ignoring him all together.

The room smells of old wood, paper and mold.

Yet he does not dare leave, the stale air sticky on his throat, sticks to him more than the narrow walls– the place so small is a cage, a cage filled with frankincense. 

Kneeling in-between chipped and scratched pews, ancient tomes rest in their seat behind him untouched, he whispers words in hopes they would reach something in the ether.

“He doesn’t listen.” 

He turns to the light voice, carrying an old jade vase in tow putting it down with a silent thud, the struggling breeze barely pushes the light skirt fabric of his cassock, his sight creeps slowly towards his face, and the dust stain on the tips of his white gloves– he swallows without relief, his throat its dry and scratchy, he tries to speak but no sounds leaves him as the man takes two steps down from the raised podium– his step has no meaningful weight to it yet the floorboards creak beneath the dull carpet regardless.

“There’s no one there listening to you.”

Cornflower blues meet dry pastures– there’s no light in those eyes, no warmth or life these eyes have come from the other side, lifeless and far away as if they’ve only ever lived within death, his skin is sickly and sun burnt, pale as the long blonde locks coming loose around his temple, as he looks down his old golden frames slide down his long nose.

Homelander counted the few wrinkles on his face-- time had been most kind to him even more to his face than it had been before painting white strokes down his temples, he thinks the pale locks would turn white before his face looked his age.

Homelander wants to answer and argue, to chastise him yet his tongue swells as the man reaches his side, placing an unamused hand on the back of the pew before him.

“What is it that you seek, my son? Service has ended for the evening.” He says softly, his voice is as light as a dried stream– Wanted to converse with our father? Not that it would have mattered… he looks away when he sees you.”

The heat brings the cries of cicadas, louder than the winds breaking through the cracks of the old building.

Homelander drowns in air, unable to speak and breathe, his throat aches, he wants anything to soothe and scratch the discomfort.

“I done… I done something bad.” He manages to speak, pushing the painful drought inside him.

Every inch of his body trembles, staring at his naked hands that reek of blood and flames, that reek of disease.

White fingers slither their way home atop his crossed thumbs, giving them a meaningless squeeze, Homelander barely gasps as if all the strength has been robbed out of his being, he feels every muscle on his hand succumb to the touch of cotton.

He swallows, finding some semblance of relief, the knot unbearable, but he seeks the deluded reprieve after all.

His eyes close shut as that left hand draws a cross on his forehead, whimpering as they abandon him again, tilting his head forward chasing his touch once more but meeting the vacantness of his stare once more.

“Bless me father… It has been so long… so long since I last came.” His voice cracks.

“Why?” He mutters.

“I carry this disease in me… I cannot stop… I cannot… I don’t want to stop… I dunno” He cries– it's the only thing that makes me feel alive anymore. The only warmth I have… but I’m so cold… so empty… yet am full of all these bad things.” he sobs, panting so hard his throat closes after every word.

His eyes sting and blur, and the pain in his throat travels down burying roots in his chest, digging and stabbing and twisting into his lungs until there’s no air left in the world, wheezing, desperate for mortal relief, trembling under his firm hand.

He cups his face with that firm hand, tilting his chin until he’s facing him completely, his body puppetered and steered until he it's clinging on the black threads, his eyelashes glued to each other as he tears up, a weary nervous smile creeps on his face as the touch stays for longer, as his other hand caresses his cheeks, pushing his hair back before burying itself inside wheat fields.

Crooking his neck until it's painful, never making a sound as his nails scratch at the rabat wrapped around his waist in return, desperate to tug and tear apart the woolen cloth.

“Father… please… help me… help me…”

There’s blood clinging to hair– he reeks of death and steel, the once sparkling gold is dulled under the life of another, Homelander eyes are desperate, tears flowing shamelessly as his voice shreds, he leans downwards craning slightly as he pulls him.

There’s no smile on this holy man’s face– all he knows is that he sears his lips shut, his kiss is a flash wildfire, but the flame doesn’t cleanse anything for its too short, too chaste, too pure for him, he sees the red on those soft lips, Homelander’s own tongue licks at the impurity wanting to cleanse the holy man on behalf of God.

He wants more, he yearns and hungers for more, he wishes to be set ablaze, to be consumed by the flame held back on this man’s tongue, he wants nothing more but to be born from the ashes left at his feet.

“Are you seeking absolution?” He speaks into him– penance? You think God will give you any of that, my lost son?” His words are heavy yet are nothing but whispers only for this young man’s ears– I don’t think he will, John.”

John whimpers, tethering the edge before he bawls and drops to the ground, before he loses it all, but John is held firmly, his hands are the only thing with enough strength to yaw him before it's too late, with enough power to help him– yet they do not touch him, hid behind the flimsy cotton, they do not wish to touch him.

He is dirty. He’s carrying illness. 

Touching him will contaminate him, stain him, soil him.

He who is the only pure thing left… he cannot pollute him, The holy man thinks.

“Is okay… I’ll take all your sins… mortal and venial… I’ll take everything for you… for you who our heavenly father has turned away from… for you whom the only mother you’ll ever have cries for… I’ll take it all for you… so you can still bask in their light… so you have no shames nor guilts left– just as I promised.”

Homelander can only smile lightly, his lips trembling still.

The cicadas scream.

His lips drink him whole, Homelander chips at the wood, carving half-moons into the old bench, biting his lips raw– The older man's rawness gnawing at him, like everything else in this miserable agony, it gnaws at him, it carves a deep pain, that never leaves him, never grows dull, a pain that seeks to consume him and reshape him.

He takes the pain with him, he takes all this guilt with his kisses.

It will get worse before it gets better– Homelander thinks.

The cicadas fade behind the sound of his mouth, the quiet ditty of his tongue cloaked behind his endless gasps, he looks down and away, at the dissarrey of rows that he had pushed to make way for him, he looks down not wanting to shame him but he cannot stop… he knows ultimately that he would take all his sins with him including these…  his gaze catching the whiffling wheat coming undone, biting at his fingers unsure of where to go, wanting to bury them on his skin, to meld into him.

His gaze is as endless as the heavens– drool coats his cock, his long flat tongue cleans after himself, he takes him with ease, not gagging, not choking, he takes him as if he’s the very air that he breathes, Homelander can’t look away anymore… All he wants is to watch this spectacle– to see those lips kiss him and pleasure him, he wants to feel all the coldness fade away as he spreads the flames with all his permission.

As his head bobs, Homelander bloodied fingers meet silk, earning a muffled moan.

He comes as his lovers reaction reverberates inside him, knocking his head back like a broken spring as he cries and moans, seeing sprinkles of white before his sight returns.

“Father… Father Amarello, I'm sorry.” There’s nothing to clean him with, but the man doesn’t want it, his messied hair soaked in sweat sticks to his forehead, his cheeks flushed and his collar damp, he offers a sight reserved only for Homelander his tongue holding sin infused seed before swallowing it as if taste sweet like syrup– are you alright?”

“Do you feel empty?” He asks, resting his chin against the padded thigh, his gloved hand giving his half-limp member a couple demanding pumps– have you given me all your sins, my son?”

There’s nothing he wants more in the whole world than for God to let him feel his skin against his own, to feel his nimble fingers pamper him, but no matter how much burdens he willingly harbors on his behalf, that he willingly takes to save Homelander core… he would not touch him with raw.

“… it’s all too heavy.” He whimpers behind pants.

His is a sad smile, jittery knees lift him, planting short kisses, that never grow deep– their tongues are strangers on first name basis. Kissing his forehead, Homelander almost crumbles beneath him, as the hands hold him as if he’s worth more than gold.

As if he’s frail when it's this mortal man with janky knees and unexplained pains that is frail.

As frail as every person that has withered on his hands.

But he’s not… he has transcendent… he it's the link he has left to heaven.

He takes that vile hand that’s mixed with his own scent and what used to be somebody, kissing its heel distracting him enough to have unnoticed the new opening of his cassock, rabat discarded on a pew’s back, he takes that hand and lets him touch naked skin, letting him feel the warm pit that had formed in his navel.

Homelander finds himself holding Father Amarello’s thigh pushing him towards himself, as his hand explores what little it has, feeling the creamy skin, as he pushes more buttons to come undone, feeling the slight muscles and smooth hairs on his torso.

“Leave them all here… leave them inside me…” He hithers, goosebumps growing on him as sharpened claws trace his hips where his eyes can’t see it– I’ll take them all so you can be clean again.”

Wet heat blankets him, filling his lungs heavily, all he can smell it’s this terrible mold and stale air, the breeze has ceased but the cicadas continue their choir practice, weeds don’t rustle anymore and the sun has turned from gold to a mandarin, the church is envelop in this light, watching over him like the grieving face of the Holy Ghost.

He rutted his hips, body twitching after every thrust, every grunt, every push.

Deeper, hotter, excruciating.

He wants to become one with him, he wants their bodies to become the same if that’s the only way he can touch him, Father’s bareness it's not for him to have, only shameful glimpses are awarded but they aren’t prices they’re accidents– claiming he’s sullied, the fermenting disease leftover by him cannot touch him… he doth not wish to return his evils, he said before.

Homelander wants more… the greed… it's not greed its hunger clamoring for morsels, his teeth sinking against the nape of his neck, dampening the cloth, inhaling the sweet aroma that defines him… inhaling these perfume of myrrh and peaches.

He wants kisses but they cannot, he stops him as his finger hooks inside his mouth, Homelander pants his tongue tracing his lover’s jawline, every push shakes the ground Beneath, kisses paint his face and drinks his sweat but aren't pleased.

Lifting his hips and legs just enough to hit the sweet spot, the man can’t stay silent; his stifled moans are now all that fills these sacred grounds, hanging on his shoulders afraid of drowning, afraid of the way his body is transforming for this lamb.

This carnivorous lamb that seeks to molt its wool– sharp fangs scratch at his ear as he grunts and sobs.

“Don’t fret…” He says quietly, clinging on his shoulders pushing them closer, suffocating himself as his body it's covered in salty-sweet sweat, as his body seeks to wash this young man’s spirit, he bares the agony, for the flames are cleansing– God made me strong for you…. you won’t break me, John.”

He should’ve ignore the boy when he first saw him in the gardens, he should’ve never given him a smile, he should’ve never given him his arms, he should have never tempted this frail soul, he should’ve ran before he had had a chance of defiling God’s gift… now he had to be strong– for this young man’s salvation would save millions… God who blessed this lands with these exalted children, who blessed this land with somebody like John… who came to the misfortune of encountering him… who had the misfortune of tarnishing his guileless soul…  now God turned away in shame as this boy continued to blacken his spirit as he wondered the wilderness without guidance.

So Father Amarello had to fix it… this was God’s test… the reason he had received the call… that one day unbeknown to him, he would have to restore this pristine soul he had broken so that the world could keep its savior.

As he looked at that sobbing boy, as he felt his violent trust filling him more and more with his thick seed, as his stomach grew, and his legs gave up completely– he saw that boy from the garden, that lost boy too shy to come inside, who had no idea how to pray, who was so afraid of the world around him, who smiled at him so warmly as he listened to his practice sermons.

Wanting nothing more but to clean those tears, so he kissed them, drank them and quench his thirst with them.

He would ask forgiveness on his deathbed for this is one sin he doesn’t wish to be forgiven for… his lips linger on those thin lips, his tongue that’s never pampered another woman much less a man, nervously explored how much he’s welcomed.

Homelander takes him as if he’s the first drop of rain after a lifelong drought.

He tastes of him and peaches.

Homelander slows his trust, they deepen but there’s no frightened momentum, just tenderness left, his cock swelling ready to deliver the last of his venial sins, cupping the older man’s head so his head doesn’t touch the carpet any further.

His heart could give up happily, his whole body light, Amarello feels.

His eyes marginally open just to meet half-lit eyes, the prettiest shade of red he’s ever seen meets him, as the lightness makes more sense.

“Please don’t drop me” He mutters, a strange satiated smile looks back at Homelander as the young man realizes what he’s done– I really need to clean the ceiling.” 

Homelander blushes even more than it’s healthy, he lowers them softly, swaying away from the cluttered pews until he’s sitting on the altar where Father Amarello had left that jade vase earlier on.

He looks at the older man straddling his hips, burying his head on his chest, wiping his brow, his hands that had settled so expertly on his back now yearned to discover his hips.

Father Amarello laments his age once more, lifted by invisible strings as the man bounces him on his manhood.

All the strength his mortal body has left amounts to draped arms across his shoulders staying in place on a prayer.

His moans sing his praises, that lost lamb continues to bite, unable to stop that nervous choked laugh as he watches his every expression, watching the holy man crumble delightedly.

His legs just dangling on his sides, his own cock leaking all over Homelander’s suit.

“Father… is okay… you can feel good… too.”

“No… I can’t… is not… it's obscene…” he gasps, closing his eyes harshly, his whole face tense as the boy lifts him further to drop him harshly– please my child… just… just don’t think of this vessel… just empty all your sorrows without thinking of me.”

“But you kissed me.” It bites him, drawing blood that’s not there, he feels that fanged lamb tearing his throat into gorey strips, as bloodied lips seek to swallow his voice– It’s all I can do… I want to thank you for all you do for me.”

Tear stains clean by his gloved hand, he doesn’t know what to say left speechless by the kindness in his voice, his lips tremble but no sound leaves them, Homelander is quick to do as he pleases, as he had done before.

He can’t remember anymore, how much he’s cummed, all he knows it's that the cicadas are gone, that the sun is almost asleep, the blue glow of the incoming night doesn’t take away the sweltering heat, it doesn’t help him feel less suffocated.

Homelander swallows blessings, takes his righteousness with each pump, his tongue messily slobbers all over a member that no longer can stay fully hard, he warms it… with this heat it's just burns him more like it, Homelander thinks as his cheeks hollow around it, watching him cumming dryly as his fingers mix and froth the seed he’d left behind, Amarello’s leg just throw over his shoulder as limp as most of him.

Yet his fist is tight, skin callusing as he grips the carmine beads that tug at the tied rosary on Homelander’s neck, the collar that keeps him calm.

His free hand pumping his cock to the rhythm of his lazy licks.

Homelander lets out a wet hiss before cumming into his palm, slithering towards the older man whose dazed gaze no longer sees anything… woken up from this trance by a familiar flavor– his tongue cleans his fingers until they glisten, sucking on them as hungrily as John had been before, he can only watch at his only lifeline to god washes him with spit with feline grace.

He’s enthralled as the sound digs into his brain, as he sees all that’s wrong with him it's taken away.

This holy man bore all these indignations to help him.

Homelander understand that this world needs him, needs him more than they’ll ever understand– but he cannot be the only one that has to make sacrifices… he can only carry so much burden before he explodes under the weight.

For this man it's benevolent, he’s kind, he’s bounteous in his efforts… in his love, he will carry that weight on his behalf so he can continue his duty.

He cries as the man cups his cheek, his covered hand leaves a print as it struggles to settle on his sharp cheekbones.

“Is alright… John… he isn’t mad at you… just at me…”

“I didn’t mean to kill those people.” he whimpered– I got so angry. I am so sorry for all I’ve done…”

“Don’t think of it any further my son… my soft John… it’s all here… all your sins are gone and now reside in me… give thanks to the lord, for he’s good.” He musters a weak smile– save a life… any life… no matter how wretched… just one as penance my delicate son… continue to use these blessings from the lord… do it for me… do it for my blessing too.”

Melting as he opens his lips ajar with nude fingers, shuddering as he feels his incandencing touch, hotter than the sun could ever be, burning him with tenderness, he’s delicate yet firm.

“No matter what you do… I’ll absolve you… for you are good… you’re a savior… my child.”

“Yes… Father…” he chokes back a sob.

Homelander sits once more looking at all he had almost broken in his fever, feeling light… feeling the room grow bigger, he awaits for the priest as he comes carrying a small basket of peaches.

His hands playing with the carmine rosary as he watches him.

“They’ve sprung like weeds… too many, even the rabbits and deers don’t want them… take some before you leave… you look thin…” he’s voice is pained from the strain on his body, but his concern is genuine– did you hear the sermon today?” 

He nods lightly.

“You know you can come in… I know crowds are hard for you… but you shouldn’t be afraid… but then again I hate public speaking.” he scoffs playfully, taking a ripe peach off the pile.

In this disheveled state he still jumps back as the golden juices spurt, not wanting to dirty his clerical uniform, the juice stains his hand and chin, offering the bitten peach as it drips onto the ground.

He wants nothing but to reject him, but his mouth opens as he falls under the spell of his gaze.

Homelander's heart skips a beat as those lifeless eyes remind him that he’s nothing but a feeble lamb as the old lion still has claws and fangs.

#personal #homelander #homelander fanfic #cozy corner kinktober #homelander x oc #the boys fanfic #lowkey want to write a prequel but dont know if anybody wants that #els so sorry for grammar #my fic tag #homelander fanfiction

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 6 March 2024

Still busy IRL and was out of town this weekend, which cut een more into my writing time/energy.   I touched  3 fics (2 new works & 1 WIPs) for a total of  1136  words.  

On Ao3, I posted: 

Chapter Two of  A Vision of Things To Come - WinterIron time travel shenanigans with wartime!Bucky. 

On Tumblr I posted: 

The Battle of New York -  Steve POV ficlet of the title event. 

I’m juggling  18 😬 active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadline being the  Bucky Barnes Birthday Bash  (March 10) and the Post July Break Bingo, which ends in April. 

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Final count - twenty-one fills for five bingos - hoping this event comes back so I can carry over a couple of squares!   Masterpost forthcoming….   

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and managed a blackout plus an adopted square - Masterpost forthcoming!  

Bucky Barnes Birthday Bash - [BBE_B4] (fic due Mar 10) 

Another fun quickie event from the folks over at @buckybarnesevents! Participants build a fanwork  ‘cake’  by choosing the following ingredients - a base Universe, a Trope or Quote as the filling, another characters as the frosting and a color, kink and/or date idea as the topping.   

I started up a  Wartime Bucky/Steve fic - working to incorporate Forced Proximity/Only One Bed and Competency/ Strength/ Size Difference Kink     This could also fill my SRB E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses and JBB “It’s you. It’s always been you.” squares.  It’s sitting at 184 words so far & am targeting Sat or Sunday to post.   

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

One fill on my  2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on  potential crossovers.

* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - See BBE_B4 above 

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on one of my open cards.

*  C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint).

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jun 2024)

Eleven fills and one WIP at the moment  - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.  

* A1 - Steve can actually dance just fine - Matched this up with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt  [#FFF238 Take My Hand]  for   Finding a Partner -  where Steve & Natasha go dancing (potential pre-slash). It came in at  239 words and will post to Ao3 before the event is over.    

* C5 - Exes to Lovers  -  Maybe pair up with BaBB  Argument?   

* E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses - see BBE_B4 above. 

Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse [BBC4_R2]  {Ends May 31 2024}

The good folks over at @buckybarnesevents  have opened this event up early!  You sign up for a single row card of four squares and the challenge is to see if you can combine any/all into a single Bucky-centric AU fanwork - although you can also create 2-4 separate fanworks if you want.  

The combo of prompts on my first card [Reality Show,  Omegaverse, Talent/Manager, Royalty] sparked an idea that I’m about 230 words + misc notes into already -  Alpha!Bucky as a technical prince   who gets talked into joining a reality show that is supposed to match him up with an omega… but there’s a twist!  Planning to pick this back up in the next week or so.  

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] {Ends TBD} 

Just signed up for this fun Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more  Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of  Kate Bishop fic as well!    

*A1 - Werewolf AU -  wrote Shooting for the Moon -  Werewolf!Bucky’s POV on the  second half of A Hairy Situation. It came in at 811 words and will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next couple weeks. 

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?    

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] {Ends Oct 2024}

Another fun year-long  event from the folks at  @buckybarnesevents!  Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one  each month for your card!

* November:  Crackfic - DONE  

* December: Wingman  - DONE

* January: Wingfic  - DONE *January: Polyamory - DONE

* February -  Fingering -  DONE * February - Morning Sex - DONE

* March  -  The Marriage of Convenience  prompt could slot nicely into the next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion, which is currently sitting at 301 words.

WinterIron Bingo Round 2  [WIB_R2]

Signups are open for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event!

Hoping I get something on my card I can squish into the latest chapter of  My Love is Vengeance - as I’ve picked that back up and am 1109 words into Chapter Seven.

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Four  fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on Drusilla and Secchan ZenKaiger figures for  commissions.  I’ve finished all my  Marvel Trumps Hate  figures, but still need to create posts (and mail one set). 

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #WIP Update #Shameless self promo

[cranberrymoons]

Sending an ask about "PIRATES 😈"

PIRATES 🗣️🗣️🗣️ (and yes the devil emoji is included in the file name lmao)

this fic is so!!!! it started out as what was supposed to be a fill for the @eddiemonth pirate prompt but fully ballooned out of my control in a way that I really should have seen coming but?? still surprised me tbh. it's currently sitting at about 15k with the first 3 chapters done and Ch 4 started, but I really really want to have a whole rough draft of it finished before I start posting so there's no risk of wip abandonment

for now, I have a hellcheer prequel posted (the long fic is steddie, but chrissy is definitely there too, I love her) and here's a snippet from Ch 2 that I really like! it's loosely ofmd-inspired even though it doesn't really mirror the plot of the show but more like – the tone? if that makes sense? anyway! here's a snippet 😊🏴‍☠️

It takes most of the day, but he finally manages to corner Eddie at some point when the sun is high in the sky overhead and the crew are busy doing whatever it is that they do. He finds him in his quarters, papers spread out in front of him when Steve barges through the door with his arms folded over his chest, and– “Where are we going?” Eddie looks up from his desk, which is covered in more maps and a pile of books and an array of brass instruments. He squints at Steve where he’s leaning against the doorframe. Steve very generously does not point out that Eddie wouldn’t have to squint at all if he’d just open the fucking drapes. “None of your business,” he says after a moment, going back to his papers. Then he sucks in a breath and looks back up at Steve. “Why do you care, anyway?” “It is my business,” Steve argues. “It totally is.” He pushes off the doorframe and takes a few steps into the room to collapse in the chair across from Eddie. Eddie raises his eyebrows in mild surprise. “Would love to hear how,” he says. He folds his hands in front of him. “Or why you think you’re allowed in here without an invitation.”

#ask #eriquin #my fic #pirate fic #wip days

[gretchensinister]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @marypsue for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

732 oh gosh it needs to have text next to it to not show up giant

2. What’s your total word count?

1,316,095 aha you can tell most of my fics are short

3. What fandoms do you write for?

What I am currently preoccupied with is The Dark Crystal/The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance. The vast majority of my fics are for Rise of the Guardians, and I have one fairly substantial fic each for Thor and Venom.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Give You Everything, not surprised about this one, it's Eddie/Venom and I published it a little less than four months after Venom came out in theaters. 2. Single Snowflakes, this one is a surprise? It's barely over 1K, T for subject matter, Bunny/Jack where Jack talks about past trauma with Bunny. I wouldn't have written it except that this was part of my project to fill every prompt on Round 1 of the Rise of the Guardians Dreamwidth kinkmeme. I guess it resonated with people??? 3. How Old? Another Bunny/Jack fic, G-rated and very short. 4. What it Means to Ask, yet ANOTHER Bunny/Jack fic, G-rated, but about how serious the concept of being a "mate" is in Pooka culture. How Old? was also related to that. 5. Down and Dirty-a wrestling-type fight between Jack and Bunny turns into sex.

What have we learned? The Jackrabbit fans, they are legion.

5. Do you respond to comments?

For the past several years, yes, pretty much always. Back in 2012 when I was just starting to post on Ao3, I was like unto a nervous deer and sometimes didn't respond. But I did print out all the comments on Without Contraries There Is No Progression (Pitch/Sandy that got me writing big complete things) and put them on my fridge at the time. It helped me get my master's degree.

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

The one that comes to the top of my head is Warmer Than I Thought. Jack's dying because he just didn't have enough believers when he became a Guardian. He's not going to come back with continuity of self. Pitch is there to offer him some scant comfort as he goes.

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

I mostly write happy endings, honestly, but the honor of the most happy and resolved ending goes to His Time, which is chronologically the last fic in my Rise of the Guardians Apotheosis AU. It's a far-distant future, OT8, everyone is together and essentially the pantheon of a new planet they made after Earth is gone due to the expansion of the sun. They are trying to make it go well this time, and so far succeeding.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The closest thing to hate I ever got was on my explicit Thorki fic...from a person complaining about how much I had Thor and Loki talk to each other.

9. Do you write smut?

I write a lot of explicit sex, yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a fair number in my prompt-fill project, but it's not something I'm drawn to write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I've never known about any of my fics being stolen.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone talked to me about translating one of my fics and I was very excited and I said yes. However I don't know what came of that because things happened and I fell out of communication with the potential translator. Maybe they finished it and I don't know about it!

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

No, and I don't think I would, unless it was part of a strictly structured event/project.

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

Well, it's Pitch Black/Sandman. Conceptually, the ships I'm drawn to have ties to dichotomies of dark/light, good/evil, cosmic opposites kind of thing. Pitch and Sandy, as personifications of nightmares and dreams, were a perfect vessel for that obsession.

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

I told my friends, "I'm not going to rewrite The Phantom of the Opera." And I'm not. But there's a version of PotO that I wanted that uh, isn't what any of the big official versions gave me. So I started writing and I have 49,615 words so far. If I don't find a way to finish it I think I will end up posting it as something permanently unfinished, because there's a lot that I like in it now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told in a real graduate writing workshop that I have good dialogue. I also like to think I'm pretty good at sensory descriptions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The things I find extremely difficult are endings and like, plots where things happen--I want so badly to write a big complicated Space Empire story but like. How is does political intrigue? (This house is FEELINGS ONLY.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I don't think I'd ever do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Almost certainly Dragonball Z. If all goes well, my friend and I may have the chance to excavate some of my old notebooks during the holidays and then--it's archive time and that is a threat.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

It's A Draught of Light, which I love as it is, and for proving that I could write an alternate-world epic fantasy novel as long as I didn't like, admit that's what I was doing. I do admit though that I have an edited version that takes it farther away from being fanfic that I like even better. Maybe I should, hmm, start taking steps to making that version available, if you understand what I mean.

Who do I know writing out there that hasn't been tagged yet? @queerpyracy, @purplebloodedmajesty, @incurablenecromantic

#meme #writing #rambling

[monminimage]

Sicktember 2022 day 6

Prompt - sick on vacation

(Posted on accident. Had to edit it. Kinda sad because it didn't save the first edit and I had to write it again. Oh well. It's done.)

When Time told the boys to have fun at the festival, he knew that at least 2 or 3 of them would get into some sort of trouble.

So he couldnt help but be shocked and/or disappointed to find all 8 of his boys in their rented cabin, sprawled around the large room with various degrees of suffering. Every single one of them were groaning and looked like they wanted to throw up.

"...Do I want to know?" Time pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache come on.

"Food...." was the answer that came from all of the suffering boys.

"...Food." Time repeated.

"Eating contest." Wild piped up from the sofa he was sprawled on top of. Twilight was sitting in front of the same couch, his eyes screwed shut as he leaned his head back into the cushions.

"Twi and I wanted to see who could eat the most. I won." Wild let out a quiet burp for a moment before a second, much larger burp escaped. He held his mouth and stomach with a groan. "It was worth it..."

"I demand... hrg... I demand a rematch!" Twilight groaned, pressing his head into the couch behind him. "N-next time, I choose the food...."

"What about you three?" Time sighed, looking towards the kitchen sink where Legend and Wind dunking their faces in the sink filled with water, while Warriors was dunking a cup in the water and splashing it onto his face.

"Spicy... curry..." Warriors gasped, wiping the water out of his eyes. The captain's glistening face was completely red, tears streaming down his eyes, and although his lips were swelling, he could at least be understood. "B-bet to see... who could h-handle the heat...."

"It huwts shwo mucsh!!!" Wind cried as he lifted his face out of the water to take a breath.

"I cwawnt fweewl mah tonggue!!" Legend exclaimed, dunking his head into the water again.

"Mah wips wae shwo swoween!!!"

"I cwawnt fweew mah fachs!!!"

"I REGWEWT EVWEYTHWING!!!!"

Time could only shake his head with an exasperated sigh as he turned to the last three. Sky was sprawled out on the floor, his face pale and body unmoving. Four was curled up in a corner, murmuring to himself. Hyrule was vibrating in place, constantly moving back and forth between the two. All three of them had food stains and crumbs on their faces, their clothing in a similar messy condition.

"Okay, and what happened to you boys?"

"We wanted to try all the foods from ALL the stalls. So we bought them all. But we realized it was a lot of food. Too much food. So we ate some. A lot of some. All of some. We ate it FAST!" Hyrule was flittering between Sky, Four, and Time as he was explaining. The boy wouldn't stop moving. Or talking. Time could not get a word in. "Dunno why we ate it fast. But once we did, we couldn't stop. I ate a lot of stuff. Lots of snacks and treats. They were all good. So good. I want more."

Time managed to catch Hyrule by his shoulders, keeping him in place long enough to get a question in. "What happened to Sky?"

"Huh? Oh, he might've started choking or something while he was eating? Four did something. Hit him in the stomach, I think." Hyrule shrugged, began bouncing in place. "He's fine now though. Alive. I checked on him. And Four. Oh, I need to check on Four again. Hey Four, are you alive?!"

"Don't talk to me right now." Four moaned, clutching his stomach as he curled into a tighter ball. "Whatever we ate does not mix well together and hrrrkk-!"

Four made a mad dash to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Time took a deep breath and let out a third sigh before turning towards the door. "You know what? I'm going to enjoy the festival. All of you enjoy the rest of your vacation in here."

Don't worry, Time went shopping for supplies that would help save his boys from their suffering. He did enjoy the festival for a few hours before returning though. Just to make sure those boys learned their lessons.

#linked universe #sicktember 2022 #lu time #lu wild #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wind #lu legend #lu sky #lu four #lu hyrule #i don't know how to write

[azikarue]

2023 Fic Recap

Little late with the recap this year, but it's still January, right? For now?

Going into 2023, my goals were to 1) update "Bliss", 2) participate in MayBlade, and 3) work on/finish some WIPs. Poor "Bliss" is still waiting for its chance, but two out of three isn't bad!

I'll ramble more at the end of the post, but here's a recap of everything I posted in 2023.

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A Kiss for Luck

Summary: Before his crucial battle against Mystel, Max takes a moment to center himself. He wasn't expecting company. Set in my Saint Shields in G-Rev AU. Pairing: Max/Mariam Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,855 Rated: K+

This fic was the first of six short oneshots I wrote to commemorate Valentine's Day. I did something similar in 2021, where I wrote a handful of Max/Mariam kisses and published them during the week leading up to Valentine's Day. When I was planning my writing for 2023, it felt like something fun to tackle again, and it gave me a lighthearted and relaxed start to the year writing-wise. So, I ignored my entire list of goals and wrote this (plus the next five) based off of six kiss tropes. I chose a different pairing for each.

For this one, I indulged myself doubly by starting with Max/Mariam and by setting it in my Saint Shields in G-Rev AU. Ever since I started pondering this AU, the moment in this fic is one that I knew had to happen. I'm sure the Saint Shields would have a lot to say about BEGA. I'm also sure that Mariam would remember the lessons she learned from Max and would be happy to throw them back in his face when he needs it most. And I love the excuse to visit early Max/Mariam days, even if it's in an AU setting. I write so much about them as adults that it always feels refreshing to write a little closer to their roots. This one holds a special place in my heart.

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A Kiss on a Scar

Summary: Every mark on Tala's body has a story and Julia does her best not to ask questions. She doesn't always succeed. Pairing: Tala/Julia Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,883 Rated: T

When I chose this trope, I knew exactly which ship I would write for it. I was glad to have more practice with these two after writing them for a couple of my MayBlade 2022 chapters. For some reason, I tend to shy away from any member of the Blitzkrieg Boys when I write. I think it's partially because they have such a strong fan base and I'm never sure how my personal image of them will rate. Honestly, I've spent so many years in the fandom focusing on more underrated characters that I'm not even sure I have fully developed ideas for the Blitzkrieg Boys. Tala/Julia feels more niche, though, like it's a safe place for me to play around in.

While writing this, I was a little unsure on characterization. Namely, how much Tala would share without prompting and how much Julia would prompt him. I think there's still some gaps in Tala's character arc between seasons that I need to fill in mentally. He's very open with Tyson when discussing BEGA and Boris. I can only assume that's some combo of righteous anger and maybe therapy? Or just figuring himself out now that he's free from Biovolt's clutches. Julia is a bit of a mystery, too. Mostly, I worry that I'll end up writing her too similarly to other female characters on accident. Reading this fic back, I don't dislike the way I wrote them. And it was a stage in their relationship that I hadn't written before this point, so I enjoyed it a lot!

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A Kiss with Red Lipstick

Summary: Usually Queen has more fun at Enrique's family parties. But she usually doesn't have to go out of her way for his company or spend the night stone cold sober either. Pairing: Enrique/Queen Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,784 Rated: M

This chapter was just me writing for me. I was pleasantly surprised when it got more than a single note when I posted it on Tumblr, because I know this is such a random ship with an, arguably, even more random interpretation. These are the two I write about when I want messy drama and chaos. Red lipstick kisses feel very messy and chaotic, so here we are.

This falls into the same story line as the last Enrique/Queen fic I wrote. It was fun building upon that idea.

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A Kiss at the Beach

Summary: Salima gets caught staring. It lands her in deep water…so to speak. Pairing: Ray/Salima Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,180 Rated: T

I'll never turn down the chance to write some cutesy Ray/Salima. I imagine the two of them traveling around together a lot, living an almost nomadic lifestyle between tournaments or stops home (to White Tiger Hills or Salima's apartment). It's always a treat to indulge in that line of thinking, especially for a sweet moment like this.

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A Kiss to Shut Her Up

Summary: Mariah has a talent for uncomfortable conversations. Rick's working on his strategy for getting out of them. Pairing: Rick/Mariah Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,253 Rated: T

This was one of my favorites when I wrote this series, and I still love it a year later. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I love writing Rick and Mariah's dynamic, especially from Rick's in-denial, grumpy point of view. He's a fun character in general, and I love how Mariah is the perfect person to keep him on his toes. And I had the line about her climbing him like a tree in reserves for what feels like forever, so it was nice to finally give it a home.

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A Kiss for the Winner

Summary: Tyson wins another World Championship and Hilary needs a minute to process his reaction. Pairing: Tyson/Hilary Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,987 Rated: K+

I remember agonizing over this fic because I didn't want Tyson or Hilary to feel out of character. I've written a fair bit of TyHil since then, so I think that worry has subsided somewhat, but it was VERY REAL when I wrote this. I think the fact that the fic centers around a disagreement added to that anxiety. Arguments can be tricky. I didn't want it to feel like they resolved things too quickly to be believable or that Hilary's feelings were dismissed. In the end, I'm very happy with how it turned out.

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Subtly Sweet

Summary: When Hilary's computer crashed, she hoped work would be a distraction. Instead, she has a run-in with a vending machine and finds an unlikely hero in Tyson. Now if only he wasn't such a royal pain. Pairing: Tyson/Hilary Chapters: 1/1 Words: 4,320 Rated: K

I have this fic to thank for being able to tick my "work on/finish some WIPs" box in 2023. Very grateful to it for the feeling of accomplishment it gave me. 😄

For a fic that was sitting as a WIP for a year, it cleaned up nice! As a WIP, it was mostly dialogue with some vague outlining that I'd started, then left hanging. Sometimes pinpointing the perfect dialogue to take a plot from Point A to Point B can be a struggle, so when I reread my notes, I knew I had to take advantage of a good thing while I had it. The phone call scene wasn't originally included, and I remember doing a healthy amount of tweaking to get it right, but once it was there I couldn't imagine the story without it.

Fun fact: The original spark of an idea for this fic came from a conversation with RedWheeler literal years ago. I can't remember if we were discussing TyHil specific songs, but "Tangled Up In Me" by Skye Sweetnam came up and I couldn't get the thought of Hilary kicking a vending machine out of my head. Also, how is that song 20 years-old already?

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Life in Color

Summary: A collection for MayBlade 2023. Pairing: Multiple Chapters: 31/31 Words: 65,225 Rated: Varies (everything from K to M)

The pièce de résistance of my year. 💎

I, once again, did not finish my MayBlade entries on time. Unlike my first try, I accepted the fact that I would fall behind ahead of time. I think it made me feel much less stressed overall, but it also might have contributed to me falling behind faster than before? It's a double-edged sword. I know that I was in a better place for this round than I was when writing "Just A Moment", though. Life was much more balanced and I gave myself time to rest and recoup in between chapters, as needed, rather than spending all hours writing, editing, and falling asleep on my keyboard.

I'm very proud of this collection. I love challenging myself to write about some of my favorite, underappreciated characters alongside some of the characters more typical to my fics. I think I said this last year, too, but I love to see which chapters people like best and how it can vary between FFN and Tumblr. Sometimes I'm surprised by how things play out. Like, I was very shocked that the first chapter was so well-received on Tumblr, seeing as it focused on the Saint Shields. I'm sure it was because it was Day 1 of the event, but it was nice to know that some of my favorite characters got their time to shine. That was the case for more than one chapter, and I'd write a slew of notes on them all if it wouldn't make this post way too long.

All in all, I saw more engagement on "Life in Color" versus "Just A Moment" and I'm so grateful to anyone who read or interacted with it in some way! 🤍

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As I reflect on 2023, I can acknowledge that I took some positive steps forward in my never-ending quest for balance.

I'm teaching myself every day that it is okay to let go of things without guilt and pick them back up later. I can't be everything or do it all 100% of the time, and that's all right. It doesn't have to be all or nothing, and I can start things without having any idea of when I'll finish them. I can take a break from things that aren't serving me or causing more stress than I can handle. I can choose myself first and follow my whims. I can log off and be present.

In 2024, I don't know what my fanfic uploads will look like. I'd like to update Bliss and work on more WIPs. MayBlade is up in the air. I love participating, but it always turns into a bigger production than I bargain for. I may just need to participate differently, if I choose to do so.

September thru December are notoriously busy months for me, with May and June getting honorable mention. I'm not saying I'll be totally absent those months. Just putting it out there for me, so I know to go easy on myself. If I do nothing but read and take day trips and spend quality time with the people (and animals!) I love during that time, then it will be a year well spent. 🤍

As always, thank you to everyone who has interacted with any of my uploads this year and to the people who cheer me on and feed my fandom fire. I appreciate this little circle of the internet so, so much, and I hope 2024 brings only the best to you all! 🥰

#HAPPY 2024! #crossing my fingers for some fic inspo and motivation this year 🤞🏼 #azrfic recap #azrupdate #azikarue #azikarue394

[seethesunny]

Fic writing meme

Doing this again, this time tagged by the one and only @hypnotisedfireflies, thank you soooo much Chica! 💗

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

45! Forty-five! Mind you, it's been only a year since I came back to the gig lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

A very humble 260, 213 amount of words I've offered y'all 🤲🏼

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Again, I have to be in the right mindset (aka brainrot) to write for something, and The Last Of Us already got that space occupied for now 🫡

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It is late now, I'm a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. (And I love you, I love you, I love you.) — first installment in my Jackson series, Tess lives au, and a sick fic all in one, TLOU.

hoax — that one rapple fic about them coming to term with non expressed feelings, EAH.

it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world — the second installment in my Jackson series, 10k words being a Tess’s character study, TLOU.

I was lost within the darkness (until I found you) — family prompts fic collection, TLOU.

two slow dancers (last ones out) — ficlet collection centered around Joel and Tess with a variety of ratings, genres, and universes; aka my dumping ground, mind the warning. TLOU.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always do and always will. They’re precious and important 🥹

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

Whumptober is the outright answer. However, any of my canon compliant fic (joel misses his apocalypse wife) can fill that spot. Some of the ones in the ficlet collection are pretty tragic and grim, so angst is adjacent to it.

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

Those would be the ones where I'm delusional correct and Tess is alive and thriving 🫡

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I rarely get the normal type, so no. Luckily, no one is hating on my fics and if they do, I'm not aware 😝

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

Uhhhhh yes, actually embarrassing the amount of pwp that has been posted bc I don't have self-control 🧍🏽‍♀️The kind ranges from very sad poetic introspective work to reallyyyy kinky nasty stuff. Idk what that says about me, and neither I care.

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

I don't vibe with them, sorry.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Again, no, as far as I can remember. But that's never cool, so don't even think about it. I vibe with so many things but not that :/

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! I had the idea to translate my own stuff to Spanish, but there wasn't an audience for that.

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

Tap into tlou time loop madness co-written by @tessaservopoulos and yours truly <3 we have more stuff coming up next, so stay tuned.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Nice try, I don't have favorites

I say, as I shove a picture of Tess and Joel into my front pocket.

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

Staring at my graveyard of multichapter fics that are on creative hell: for starters-

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very good at conceptual/poetic stuff. I'm a control freak (complimentary). I would die if I didn't nail characterization. AUs. Uhhhh babyfic. Compelling ambience.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pursuing multichapter storytelling. I'm a control freak (derogatory). Dialogue. I can get too much inside my head. Not writing in my mother tongue, so not the best vocabulary. Writing when I'm sleepy (a sin).

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

For the love of God, do not use Google translate and take the time to consult the language you're gonna use if it's gonna be a recurring thing 🫶🏼 all my respect and love to writers who get to do their research, y'all are doing amazing sweetie.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I used to (terribly) write anything I could get my hands on, so no idea? Could've been anime to a very niche flash game from the 2010s.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm never ever toping this tribute to flutterings. If I ever leave, I hope my legacy is this work, and it continues to haunt readers forever and ever and ever 🫶🏼

Tagging fellow talented peeps: @tessaservopoulos @beerandyarn @wardenannie @vaelyrians @ammotraguslervia @electricbluebutterflies

#tagged #my writing #about me #fic writing meme

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @forabeatofadrum!

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

Breaking Stereotypes

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

Rockstar!Blaine + Vogue/FashionStudent!Kurt = Happy Kiwi :)

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

Explicit Smut, Mentions of Past Bullying & Assault, Mentions of Past Character Death

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

I actually had the name "Breaking Stereotypes" since I started writing, so there wasn't an alternative title for it.

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

"Breaking Stereotypes" is the only one I'm currently working on, and I'm about 6-ish chapters away from completing/publishing it.

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

unfortunately, "Breaking Stereotypes" is both the name of the file and the name of the story. I do also have an additional file called "Breaking Stereotypes Calendar of Events" which is a calendar made in Word that I fill out with chapter numbers and brief plot points of that chapter, so I can keep track of when & where things happen in the story. I also add when & where "offscreen" details that get mentioned in the story happen to the calendar as well. it makes keeping track of the timeline so much easier!!

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

here is the very first sentence from the fic:

Blaine had just received a series of texts from his manager, Candice, stating that the car that was supposed to pick him up had broken down.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

there was only one thing that I distinctly remember removing from the story. I didn't even save it because it was that pointless. but basically an OC that is in the story for only a few seconds of one scene (so far), went off on a long tangent about why she didn't like something that Kurt designed for Blaine. but I realized it was so unnecessary because her story didn't add anything to the story. so I deleted all of that and she ended up just saying it wasn't her style.

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

I have a fic Doc for a story called "The Escape Plan" that has a prompt/summary that I want to write. but I haven't gotten around to writing anything else for it. basically, Kurt and Blaine have never met before. but Blaine is on a really bad blind date with someone at a restaurant, and Kurt & Rachel are sitting at a nearby table Live Tweeting the whole thing for their own entertainment. and Blaine notices what's happening and finds a way to ask them for help ditching his date :)

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

just one. I have too much trouble focusing when I split my attention between more than one. (not that I haven't tried it before. I'm just not good at it, lol).

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

I was struggling with the second half of this chapter that I just finished, but I think most of that was due to not having time to sit and focus while I write. but thankfully, I am done with that chapter now, so hopefully the writing will go a little smoother now.

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

Kudos back! 😘

I don't know who has been tagged or who wants to play, so if you see this and you want to play, then consider yourself tagged by me! :)

#i was tagged #writer ask meme #wips #kiwi's writing #fic: bs

[carsonian]

June and July Fic Recap: 9 Fics + 2 Chapters

So I wanted to come on here and take a moment to look back on all the fics I've posted over the last two months. I've been churning out a lot of content and while I'm always picking at what I could've changed and finding mitsakes (😉), I do also want to be self-aware enough to celebrate how much I've managed to write!

Wordcount!

SHE SAID WHAT???

Funny reads include: "like tony eyes man", "get steve back", "he's tony's rogers", "stark says look steve" and "want just arms". Also, I really do use the word "like" like (Um.) a true Gen Z. Huh!

Boring Breakdown Below:

June & July | Total Fics: 9 fics + 2 chapters for the WIP

June & July | Total Wordcount: 48,330

June & July | Fics Breakdown:

4 prompt fills

3 Endgame Mini-Exchange fills

1 one-shot

TLM!AU - fic 1/3

WIP - 2 chapters

June Fics:

"Ain't It A Shame, Too Bad?" | 4,505 words | G | June 8

On his twenty-fourth birthday, Tony was saved from drowning by a man he has yet to find. In other news, Tony's fallen hard for the mute, scrawny blond that washed up on his kingdom's shoreline two-and-a-half days ago. These two things can't possibly be related, can they? (Spoiler(s): They're related.)

"One Final Surprise" | 1,588 words | G | June 18

Tony accidentally calls Steve from the flip-phone after his wedding gets called off.

"Take Two: It Takes Two" | 1,234 words | G | June 18

Steve and Tony navigate the ups and downs of their first date. (Post-Endgame!AU)

"Forgive The Winters, Keep No Records" | 8,833 words | T | June 18

Tony recovers from his twenty-three days in space. Guess who volunteers to help him through it?

"You Can Never Get Enough (Enough Of This Stuff)" | 3,554 words | G | June 25

“No effing way.” Tony deadpans. “Tony!” Steve wheels around, arms thrown out in splendiferous delight, “Hey, everybody, it’s Tony!” (A.K.A. Steve gets drunk off Asgardian liquor and broadcasts his feelings towards Tony in the most ridiculous manner. This is incredibly confusing for Tony.)

The Remarkable People Initiative & The Zugzwang Dilemma: Chapter 6/8 | 6588 words | E | June 24

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark first met as promising candidates of The Remarkable People Initiative when they were children. Twenty-four years later, Tony shows up at Steve's doorstep. (The Mysterious Benedict Society AU. Because everyone needs a childhood-fav-fusion.)

July Fics:

"Sees You The Same As Before" | 2,886 words | T | July 3

Tony’s been dating Steve for five months and thinks he’s got their relationship totally worked out when Steve starts bringing up random moments from their past. Tony has a very normal reaction to it. For the prompt fill: things you said after we fell in love

"Such A Feelin' That My Love (I Can't Hide)" | 2,765 words | G | July 5

Steve’s birthday wish is to go on a date with Tony. He has to win him over first. For the prompt fill: AvAc Steve’s birthday

"Be Their Own Star Witness" | 9,017 words | M | July 14

Leading up to their wedding, Steve and Tony make a pact not to start any arguments with each other. This is a problem. Tony finds a unique solution, and Steve reaps the benefits. For the prompt fill: things you said when you thought I was asleep.

"Transcendental Blues" | 1,177 words | G | July 17

The best place to be after an argument with your partner is in the collapsed ruins of a building. Having said partner as your only company and being mortally wounded is an especial bonus. For the prompt fill: trapped together while one of them is injured

The Remarkable People Initiative & The Zugzwang Dilemma: Chapter 7/8 | 6183 words | E | July 31

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark first met as promising candidates of The Remarkable People Initiative when they were children. Twenty-four years later, Tony shows up at Steve's doorstep. (The Mysterious Benedict Society AU. Because everyone needs a childhood-fav-fusion.)

If you're still here, have a dance with me.

#i have posted 122358 words this year (so far) #and considering i got 97k last year total i'm gonna take this as a win #when maybe i should take it as a sign of me spiraling.... #my fics #stevetony #fic writing #fic recap

[wolfjackle-creates]

1000 Follower Celebration!

I'm blown away, honestly. The last time I had any notoriety in a fandom was back in, like 2007 or 2008 when I was on the Dibbuns Against Bedtime fan forums for Redwall. I was made the head of my dorm as the site started dying because I was the most active member in said dorm.

But you all? You're here because you like something I'm making? It's so wild to me. I appreciate every single one of you. Every like, every reblog, every comment. They warm me up.

I've been thinking over the last few days what I want to do. The obvious answers—prompt fills, polls to determine what I write, story snippets—I do all that with too much regularity. And I'm trying to avoid taking on more fics as I focus on the ones I've already got going.

So we're gonna do something a bit different this week.

Over the next week (From Wed 2/21 to Wed 2/28) send me the title of one of my WIPs (listed below) and I will respond with a few paragraphs. Not my usual 1.2-1.6k that I like to do for WIP Wednesday, but a few paragraphs. At the end of the week, I'll compile them all and post everything in a single post.

I won't be adding all the links like I usually do with each addition to a story until I post that final draft, but I'll tag everything with "[story name] 1000" so you can click that and follow along with the fic in some sort of order.

There are six WIPs eligible for the game! Please limit yourself to one fic per ask, but you may send in multiple asks. I will request that, for now, you limit yourself to one request per fic (aka a max of 6 requests per person). If I find that I'm able to keep up, I may waive that request in the upcoming days. But it will depend on how busy my inbox (and life) get.

Bring Me Home

Ghost!Robin

Answer My Call

I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again)

Want to Hold On and Feel I Belong/Bad Reveal AU

Empathy!Verse

I totally forgot about the Empathy!Verse when I did my last ask game. Mostly because that has been entirely written on Tumblr and I...kinda forgot to transfer it to a Scrivener document. Ooops. 😅

Something to Feel isn't on this list because I want to dedicate my time to it today. I'm close to the end, I think, and already have one ask in my inbox about it that I totally meant to get to before now (if it's your ask, I promise I haven't forgotten you!).

Brief Story Summaries

Bring Me Home: Tim and Danny are online friends and know each other's secrets. Currently in the arc where the Young Justice and Team Phantom help Danny escape after a reveal gone wrong.

Ghost!Robin: Jason is haunted by the ghost of the Robin he used to be. Danny finds out when Jazz introduces him to Jason over a meet-the-in-laws dinner. Currently, Jason and Robin are meeting with Frostbite to learn what may have happened.

Answer My Call: Jazz is sending texts to Danny after he escaped a GIW facility and they can't talk. But it turns out Jason is the one who's actually been getting them.

Carry Your Heart: Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone while Jason is dead. They become friends. But Jason runs to Desiree to wish for his life back. A wish she fulfills. Danny goes to visit him, only to find his core left behind in a lair that's in ruin.

Bad Reveal AU: Danny is living with the Waynes when he finds out they're also the Bats. He freaks out because he believes the bats are working with the government (aka the GIW). So he shoots Bruce and runs away. The bats are now trying to convince him it's safe to come home.

Empathy!Verse: Liminal!Jazz is studying in Gotham and feeling the lack of other liminals to interact with. After getting used to the undercurrent of emotion that follows all interactions with ghosts/liminals, humans just feel...flat. Then one day, she literally runs into another liminal as she's going to the library. Jason Todd. Only... he doesn't know what it means to be liminal. So Jazz is there to show him.

#1000 follower celebration #ask game #name a wip #send an ask #and I'll write you a little something #hope you all have fun with this!

[merrilark]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for tagging me, @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky!!

1.how many works do you have on ao3?

Only 2 after I purged and changed my username. I used to have around 10 or 12, I think, but I was embarrassed by my writing and deleted them. Sorta regret doing that. :x

2.what's your total ao3 word count?

1,044! They're both quick one-shots.

3.what fandoms do you write for?

The fics before I deleted everything were mostly Doctor Who and Sherlock. The two there now are for Bad Samaritan. Fics I'm currently working on are for Doctor Who, Misfits, Bad Samaritan, The Umbrella Academy, Red Riding, and Wanted: Dead or Alive.

4.what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

LOL. Well, seeing as I only have two still up, my most kudos'd fic is my Whumptober prompt fill focused on Sean. :)

Before I deleted everything, though, I'd say that my most kudos'd fic was a Doctor Who AU where Rose met Simm!Master. It was also, now that I think about it, 90% whump.

5.do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Always! I love chatting with other people. :)

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

Not posted yet, but it will almost certainly be my Bad End AU for Bad Samaritan in which Cale does actually kill Katie and Sean becomes Cale's new project.

7.what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Deleted this one, too, but it was a slice of life kind of fic about the Tenth Doctor and Rose going out for chips before heading off on their next big adventure. Fluff and silliness all around. Maybe one day I'll rewrite it.

8.do you get hate on any fics?

No, but I did get a weird comment on a Teen Titan fic where someone started talking as if their OC was part of my fic, then began roleplaying with themselves in my comments. It was really weird lol

9.do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I dooooo, but I'm too shy to post it. Maybe one day. Usually the smut I write is pretty emotionally charged, whether it's happy emotions or sad/angry/whatever... I'm not often too interested in writing PWP (or at least, not to post lol)

10.do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I loooooove crossovers. I haven't written too many crazy ones, though. I guess the most tonally jarring one would be a Doctor Who/Red Riding or Doctor Who/Bad Samaritan WIP I tossed around for a little bit before deciding that it was more fun for me to think about than actually write.

11.have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12.have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

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

A few times! One I love the most is an Umbrella Academy fic that was supposed to pick up immediately after S2. Me and my friend had planned on finishing it and posting before S3 but life got busy and it's back in WIP hell.

14.what's your all time favorite ship?

I'm too much of a shipper to answer this question LOL. I can't possibly pick just one.

15.what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. D: I simply cannot get over the fear of being bad or boring. It's like hitting a brick wall every time I try to finish or post.

16.what are your writing strengths?

People have told me that I'm pretty good at understanding the psychology of characters that I write and that makes me happy. It's my favorite thing to sink my teeth into.

17.what are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing is hard for me, and just getting plots out onto the page is hard. I know what I want, but getting a character from point A to point B in an interesting way is like pulling teeth. Which is insane because that's such a necessary thing lol

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

No opinion! Write what you want.

19.first fandom you wrote for?

LOL probably Sonic the Hegehog when I was 9.

20.favorite fic you've written?

Unfortunately I do not have one. :x

Most of my favorite writing has been with other people through roleplay. I think that's where my writing creativity tends to shine. It's just a little sad it's not something I can easily share with others.

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Tagging! @salvador-daley, @jozstankovich, @crabstick, @elliethesuperfruitlover, and I am totally blanking rn so actually anyone who wants to! sdkfls sorry! long day

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776, thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 313. 113 of them are 3SF fics so they only sort of count? I haven't even posted 2024's batch yet.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 452,247

3. What fandoms do you write for? My fandoms list on AO3 is...long. Like 80+ fandoms long. This is once again due to 3SF; fandoms I am or have been actually active in are Firefly, Chronicles of Narnia, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Grisha Trilogy/Shadow and Bone, and Greek Mythology.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Drunk on the Dying Light [Grisha Trilogy, Darklina] A blood-soaked amplifier gives Alina the ability to control him, but the Darkling still haunts her; all the more so once she becomes his wife.

Maybe It Will All Come Back to Me [A Song of Ice and Fire, Jon/Arya] The wars are over, Daenerys is on the Iron Throne, and Arya finds Jon at last, though neither of them are who they were before.

Hold My Heart in Two [A Song of Ice and Fire, Jon/Arya/Sansa] The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives, in whatever form.

The World That's on the Other Side [Firefly, Mal/River] When River Tam is fourteen, she meets a man who tells her her future. She doesn't want it, but he's a different matter altogether.

The Ladies Love Wash, and Wash Loves the Ladies [Firefly, Wash & all the women of Firefly] Wash is popular with the womenfolk; it's just a fact of life.

5. Do you respond to comments? I always try to! Usually I am successful.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't write unhappy endings too often, but two stand out - Always, we strive to get closer, one of my Narnia Fic Exchange fics from last year in which a post-canon Edmund battles through memories to find Susan, only to find she's not ready to give up living even for him, and A Rush of Blood Is Not Enough, a Folk of the Air sex-pollen fic where Jude unknowingly dubcons Cardan and he's very angry once it wears off.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of mine have happy or at least bittersweet endings, so this is hard - but it might well be The World That's on the Other Side, where Mal and River manage to fix everything bad that happened in canon before any of it technically happens at all.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Rarely, since I'm a NNF. I used to get a bit back in the day when I was actively writing Mal/River due to the age gap and mental stability issues inherent in that pairing, and now I get a comment or two on the Darklina fics from time to time. They just get deleted.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! I write pretty vanilla M/F and F/F smut; haven't gotten further than the mildest of kinks so far.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? All the time. The craziest are probably the Where's Waldo/LotR or Narnia/Sports Mascot RPF [sort of??? how do you even classify fic in which Gritty appears?], both from 3SF. For non 3SF, it's almost all Narnia/ASoIaF. Probably the most unusual of those is The Truth Without Lying, since that's partly a 1940/50s England AU of ASoIaF as well as a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, but I don't look for it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yep. There's three of them on AO3, and I've been asked other times, though if those were done they didn't get linked back to my originals.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Only in 3SF, where you can 'cowrite' in terms of leaving a series of prompts or fills with a specific partner or two. That I do almost every year. In the traditional sense, no.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I don't really work in Firefly anymore for the obvious reasons (dead fandom, the Whedon of it all), but rereading any of my Mal/River work still feels like meeting up with old friends. I love them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I had a third and fourth part of my Mal/River series Love Keeps Her in the Air planned out, and a good 1/3 of part three written. It's literally the only unfinished fic I have. It never got finished because I moved across the country during the middle of it and my ambition never quite recovered.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and characterization. I'm very good at getting character voices down (and typically just avoid writing characters I can't get a handle on, honestly).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. Beginnings. The absolute worst. This is why I have no WIPs; if I manage to actually get something started, the hard part is out of the way for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to do this all the time in Firefly, using Mandarin phrases they'd used in the show. Everyone did at the time. Now I wouldn't; I'd go the "swore at length in Mandarin" route, or just use dialogue tags and description to indicate the characters are speaking another language, like I do with Valyrian in my HotD fics.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LotR, a very long time ago. Firefly is the first one I published anything for that's still on the internet.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I have so many favorites! I couldn't possibly choose one, except I could and it's The World That's on the Other Side. The ones written during ~the flow are always my faves, and that one stands out the most in that regard.

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