#i like how i used passive voice for the wip

[lamaenthel]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging me @ahsokathegray !!<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25! 

2. What's your total A03 word count?

231k lmaoooo when did that happen I feel like I've been in a fugue state since February

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (and technically, TECHNICALLY The Matrix but it's a Star Wars AU fusion lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Porg Eyes, Princess For A Year, Ram'ser'ika, Better Than Nothing, The Contingency

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

Yes every single one omfg I love everyone

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

Well, Soft Dark Nothing is Ahsoka and Rex on the moon right after The Tribunal crashed so by default it's gotta be her (rip Jesse my beloved)

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

Not Bad ends up with Snips n Skyguy going to Biscuit Baron lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet but I live in fear every day especially since I'm dipping my toe in the Republic Commandos pond and I know the girlies are passionate

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

I do and it's ridiculously graphic HAHAHA no but there's a reason I haven't posted any Rexsoka smut. Makin y'all wait for it until they COMMIT, gotta keep that tension in there somewhere uwu. But wlw, mlw, mlm, aliens and cyborgs gonna work their way in there eventually (?) I have Not Out Loud, which is an mlm fic with Boba tying up Cal and facefucking him (Kesett nation rise)

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

Go Ask Ahsoka is the Matrix crossover that I wrote for AU August which I will eventually update lmfao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I would cry

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

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

Not like… technically but Erika is my beta and my bestie and she comes up with amazing ideas and lets me play with her OCs so honestly she counts (ilu)

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

Rexsoka 💙🧡, closely followed by Anidala (burning down the galaxy for a single person is objectively WRONG but also hot)

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

Well Do Not Go Gentle is a huge fucking project that I HOPE I finish one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at action. I enjoy it which helps lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get really ahead of myself laying out hints and red herrings which I then forget about (Princess For A Year especially is the worst about this, I am so sorry for all of those hints about Sylen being a pretend Mandalorian I fucked up so bad with that one but I'm going to rewrite it eventually to bring back a bunch of my dropped subplots)

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

I enjoy it and do so regularly. Mando'a nuhur'shya ni ru'kar'tayli. And it makes my brain work in unexpected ways, it's like a puzzle trying to figure out the wacky ass baby's-first-conlang grammar that is Karen's creation (what the fuck kind of language doesn't have a passive voice)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OKAY OKAY TECHNICALLY, TECHNICALLY????? It was the Lion King. I was in first grade and we had to write a little storybook and illustrate the pages they gave us with crayons and my story was How Simba Lost His Mane lmfaoooo

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have poured my whole heart, soul, brain, and pussy into Tivaevae pls read it it's longer than The Hobbit

no pressure tags: @soliloquy-of-nemo, @tangledlichen, @ink-in-books, @hannah-schooler

#tag game #LOOK MA I DO ACTUALY REMEMBERED TO DO ONE OF THESE #rexsoka #kesett #my writing

[ripeteeth]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern! Tagged by @perverse-idyll, thanks for tagging me! This is really interesting, especially as I’ve been playing with my writing style and changing it up lately.

1. “A long cloak of night has fallen across the bed.” [Milk Teeth, MDZS, Jiang Yanli/Jiang Cheng. If I’m ENTIRELY honest, this is an inside joke with myself, as an old livejournal friend once described Snape by saying “pick up your long cloak of darkness and get to therapy”, which is a statement I think describes Jiang Cheng quite well.

2. “The trouble with stories is that they don’t always line up quite right.” [Over My Dead Body, MDZS, Wangxian, WIP. I like to bullshit about storytelling and story structure. There’s something fascinating about the interplay of author and reader, and of reminding the reader that they are sitting down to a story. There’s a special charm when the author editorializes and goes off on tangents - such as Victor Hugo in Les Mis - and while I am no Victor Hugo, it IS extremely fun to do.]

3. “‘Please,’ you say, and he likes it when you say it.” [empty, save you and i, Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley. I just love the cadence of this and the way it establishes the close, confessional second person POV.]

4. “Naked, wrapped in silk, and turned away on his side.” [say it like you mean it (with your fists for once), Kinnporsche, Gun/Vegas. Does the lyric “why is the bedroom so cold / you’ve turned away on your side” from Joy Division’s Love Will Tear Us Apart haunt you like it does me? I like how this established the feeling of isolation and loneliness.]

5. “This is how it goes.” [Zoetrope, MDZS, songxuexiao. Again with the storytelling.]

6. “The day he meets them is a red-sky day.” [blood, bones, and butter, MDZS, songxuexiao. Red sky at warning, sailors take warning! How else should you introduce my babygirl Xue Yang? I’m realizing a lot of my lines have tucked-in references, allusions, and inside jokes with myself.]

7. “Spring is pale in Revachol.” [Revachol Calling, Disco Elysium, Harry/Kim, WIP. Honestly, I don’t like this line and if I ever rewrite it, I hope to have something that fits better. This doesn’t grab in the way a DE fic should grab the reader. God, this WIP haunts me. Someday I WILL finish it, but it’s been three years since I’ve played the game and I absolutely need to play it again to get a feel for the voices.]

8. “The walk home is lonely.” [long slow love song, TGCF, fengqing, WIP. I really like short first sentences, huh? I suppose this is just brief scene-setting. Mu Qing seems like a guy who takes a lot to open up, so a short opening line suits him.]

9. “He wonders how he’ll die.” [impact, Beyond Evil, lee dongsik/han juwon. I’m proud of this one. I feel like this sets the tone and grabs attention. It’s just a short fic inspired by J.G. Ballard’s Crash, so I can’t think of a better way to begin.]

10. “When Kinn had been a boy, he’d had an old tomcat that liked to sleep in his bed.” [shotgunning, Kinnporsche, vegas/kinn/porsche, WIP. Introduces this as a Kinn character piece.]

Bonus from unposted Frankensmut: “One should not travel these woods alone; the Wild Hunt is strong here, and all are prey.” [Introduction to Natural Philosophy, Frankenstein, The Creature/Victor Frankenstein, WIP. An opening line that promises you that the hunter WILL get his prey. I promise you this.]

What I’m really learning here is that 1. I need to work on finishing my goddamn wips, and 2. wow I really rely on passive voice to open. Huh. Are there any other patterns? Maybe some authorial direction to remind the reader of the story structure. I’ve also got a bit of a penchant for short opening sentences followed by paragraphs that either elaborate on it or negate it, usually heavier in length and description as a counterbalance. Like adding acid to balance fat or sugar. Truthfully, I’ve kinda grown bored with my typical writing style, which is partly why I haven’t posted much fic lately. Art is all about pushing yourself and trying new things and innovating. I’m dead sick of writing present-tense third person limited and am vibing with first and second-person POV, which aren’t fan favorites for fic. I’d also LOVE to try something much more zoomed out, like omniscient third-person.

This was fun! Tagging @brawlite-archive, @iodhadh, @jaggededges123, @rcmclachlan, @weatheredlaw, and @darcylindbergh if you’re vibing, and anyone else who’s interested!

#bro i really gotta sit and write #i’m going to a writer’s retreat cabin this weekend so maybe i’ll get y’all a little frankensmut ficlet #or some sexy sexy miserable salieri thirst

[chameliyun]

20 Q's for Fic Writers

thanks for the tag @spacejammie-eimmajecaps!

How many works do you have on ao3? Officially 8, but I have one on anon and one currently unrevealed in a fic exchange

What's your total ao3 word count? 61,996

What fandoms do you write for? So far I've written for Death Note, Tangled the Series, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Haikyuu, plus a couple of crossovers. Haikyuu is definitely my main rn though

What are your top five fics by kudos? #1: Frosting and Freckles: 69 (nice) #2: Draw Me Near: 39 #3: [embarrassing anon fic]: 35 #4: Varian Is Not a Wizard: 25 #5: Midnight Coda: 21

Do you respond to comments? Yeah, I love to! I don't get a lot so they always make me happy :)

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? probably the anon fic sdfsk but other than that, Midnight Coda is kinda bittersweet because of what happens later

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? hmm idk but the sappiest is definitely Frosting and Freckles

Do you get hate on fics? Not so far, thankfully! I don't think I have a big enough readership for that haha

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have not; not sure what kind it would be if I did

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I love writing crossovers! A PJO/HP crossover was actually what got me into fanfic. Unfortunately most of them are merely concepts or abandoned (for now), but as for crazy, I think my Lunar Chronicles/PJO one is the craziest in terms of how the plot grew out of control from a simple "what if these two characters interacted" to "I could rewrite most of this series," which is why I got stuck and put it on hiatus lol but I do want to get back to it someday. Maybe once I finish my other active crossover

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest? Uhhh well if we count "working on" as "having it in the back of mind to get to but haven't worked on in months," probably Sent from the Heavens lol. If not, then Varian Is Not a Wizard (just over two years since I published the first chapter). Shortest is definitely Midnight Coda, since I wrote that pretty much in a day iirc

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but it sounds like it could be fun!

What's your all-time favorite ship? From all fandoms? Dude I have no idea how to narrow that down. Best I can give you is my current fave is Tsukkiyama from Haikyuu

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably my "Leo Valdez ends up in the ATLA world" one :sob: It never made it past the word doc and about three pages of story and I haven't looked at it in like two years

What are your writing strengths? I like to think I'm pretty good at dialogue and grammar/spelling

What are your writing weaknesses? Everything else (jk). I am awful at describing scenes/settings; I get bored writing them so I don't put as much effort in as I should haha. I also tend to ramble and use passive voice too much

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I haven't done it, but I think it's fine as long as it fits the context

First fandom you wrote for? Published: Avatar: The Last Airbender. Unpublished: Percy Jackson

Favorite fic you've written? I think it's still Bent Out of Shape. It's so niche, but I had an idea and I executed it, and I'm proud of what I accomplished. Although once I finish Varian Is Not a Wizard, that might take the top slot.

No-pressure tagging: @supermarine-silvally @starrynightarchive @litterateur97 @palant1r @soreiya @lilac-writes @oloreandil @kandybarkreepshow @ellegamgee and anyone else who wants to!

#writing #fanfiction #ao3 #tag game

[thevikingwoman]

Author Interview

tagged by @galadrieljones thank you!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

57

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

197,188

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Dragon Age, Uprooted (Naomi Novik), Wayfarer IF, Final Fantasy XIV.

only the latter two in the past year.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Temporal Arrangements (Dragon Age Inquistion, Solavellan, E) Time Travel canon-divergent AU

Home (Uprooted - Naomi Novik, Sarkan/Agnieszka, T) Canon coda

Ar Lath Ma (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Solavellan, T)  Post canon fix it fix

Pies (Uprooted - Naomi Novik, Sarkan/Agnieszka, M ) post happily ever after domestic fluff

Temerity (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Solavellan, E) post canon enemies/not really enemies bdsm smut

5. do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them! I love getting comments and when I comment I love getting replies on comments myself.

I may forget though, and I'm sorry! I love comments

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

God Slayer (Solavellan, T) I really like this one.

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

Most of my fics have happy endings, though I really like them with a tinge of uncertainty or bittersweetness.

the most straight up happily ever after is probably Hay, (Solavellan, E) which is just a very self-indulgent little happy fic.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I ever had?

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

I do write smut! I love writing smut, it's such a good challenge and it makes me happy. I love characterization through smut - and it's such an interesting way to do characterization. That said, sometimes I'm just thirsty and I want to see two characters smash. I'm not pretentious about it. I'm here to have fun and I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to read or write porn.

I write all sort of smut? I do love playing with power dynamics in sex scenes.

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

The closest I've written is Comfort, a Solavellan vampire fic, which uses some BtVS lore? It's not crazy tho!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of either. I think I'd be a little apprehensive.

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

nope. I'm not sure how i'd do that? writing feels like a solitary thing, even when asking for feedback and input.

The closest is a shared timeline/ideas where my OC interact with another person's OC and both of us wrote in the same continuity.

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

hmmm. Once I've not written for and probably never will, Spike/Buffy.

if it's writing for, I'd say it's still Solavellan.

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

I think if I want to finish it, I will? I have some old WIPs, but the reason I'm not finishing them is lack of want? Do or do not kinda thing I think.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've told I've had good pacing. I think I write pretty good smut.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions? I tend to not want want to describe things. I'm also not great at moving characters through space - he went to the door, he looked out etc? I tend to slip into passive voice when writing characters moving around unless it's combat action or sex.

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

nope.

"Hello," he said in Spanish

is perfectly valid.

A few short words like endearments - where the speaker would use a specific term in a different language than what's spoke is fine. Items that are specific and not translatable and would typically be borrowed words in a different language are fine too (kimono. computer. kayak)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age

20. favourite fic you've written?

This is SO hard. I was just looking at some old fics I really really love?

but I think right now, I'll pick my newest fic, Passing Through (wol/Tansui, E) because I love it very much and I had so much fun with it.

tagging @myreia @roguelioness @coldshrugs @allaganexarch @bearlytolerant @buttsonthebeach @scionshtola @galadae @wickedwitchofthewilds @redinkofshame @ellstersmash and @kittlesandbugs and anyone else who wants to! tag me!

#ask meme #tumblr meme #writing meme #this was fun!

[autumnslance]

Writing To Yourself

(Mileage may vary, I'm not your mom nor your teacher--unless you're working for a specific state healthcare service, anyway.)

That's how you garden. Tend the plot. Plant a million seeds, reap a thousand blooms. The rest? Compost for the next crop. -@biot08 / @driftward

During a Discord convo, I thought about why so many fandom writers catch “writer’s block”, and some of it goes back to self-care and taking in new media, getting inspiration and knowledge, covered in this post. But much of it?

People think everything they create has to be publishable for others’ consumption. That is Not True. Too often we don't want to write things just for the sake of writing them, falling into the trap of thinking it needs to be perfectly polished and shared, but No It Really Doesn't.

Folks talk about “writing for oneself” but in terms of posting finished pieces of the kinds they want to see. If everything feels like it “has to be” publishable, it can start to put too much pressure on oneself. And then there’s your block, especially if the type to worry about how others Perceive you and your art.

Try simply writing anything and deciding later if it's something you want to share. I have pieces I wrote cuz my brain suddenly said it wanted to, but that writing isn't posted anywhere. Usually it’s random lines; out of context sentences, scenes, or bits of dialogue. Sometimes just incoherent character rambling. Ideas for situations and what ifs. Misspelled, typos, not grammatical, redundant wording, passive voice, bad POV, too many adverbs, not enough active verbs, not enough description, too much description, etc. All in notebooks or doc files. I’ve shared the (now out-dated) deep nests of my WIPs folders and the multiple, unfinished, unpolished pieces within them. Most will never be completed nor seen by the public. 

For instance, I've a random smut fic of a Highlander Warrior of Light and the popular antagonist of Shadowbringers. I'm not usually a villain liker, but one day it hit my brain, so I wrote it. I have notes and outlines for the rest of their story and how it plays out, though I'll probably never write more. I scratched the writing itch, stretched some skills, considered things from a different angle, and now it sits in drafts (I did post a couple decent-ish smut lines to my private Twitter once).

Mostly, it's practice. Even if it's junk and janky.

“But I have (professionally) published X or Y…”

Still gotta exercise the writing muscles! Still gotta scrawl off something utterly unusable now and again for the heck of it!

All those random lines, descriptions, scenes, rambles? Maybe I'll use them someday. I wrote them down to feel the pen in my hand or keys clacking under my fingers, to see the words pop onto the page or screen, to play with word choice, sentence structures, and “how would they say that?” For my own satisfaction, no one else’s.

When I get bored or stuck, or need a screenshot or writing prompt response, I might poke at those lines, pages, rambles, and see if they hit now or spin off to something else. They often don’t. But sometimes they help inform other things I do post to the public later. Even if that’s just a Question of the Day prompt response on Twitter.

(That also counts as writing and creating btw; you’re still coming up with something to share about your characters and I think that’s very creative of you.)

If the mood strikes, write. Even if it's just a vague idea--especially if it's any bits of dialogue or description, if it's something you think that you actually do want to write when off work or out of bed or whatever.

Even if you never post it anywhere public. Even if it never gets out of crummy first draft, unfinished pages form. It might feel like pulling teeth and look rough, especially if it’s been awhile.

But still write it. No one else has to know or see. Not until you want them to.

Maybe parts of it will inform something you do finish later. Maybe two years from now another prompt will hit just right and you’ll dig out that draft and finish it for posting. Maybe you’ll cannibalize aspects of it for an entirely different piece. Maybe you’ll even use it in a few more years to see how far you’ve come as a writer.

In many cases? That's how you actually keep writer's block away. Keeping ideas around to steal from yourself, letting yourself write nonsense, unpublishable bits and pieces, maybe even whole pages, just for the heck of it, if writing is something one enjoys and wants to stick with as a hobby (or professionally). If you don’t enjoy writing for fun? Don’t force it; do little character prompts and blurbs as they feel right, and find the ways to share creativity that work for you.

And seriously, don’t forget to take in new media, experiences, and information. This is How You Lose the Time War got me writing on an original story I shelved last autumn. The stories aren't at all alike! But seeing new words in new ways helped shake something loose in my brain. So try to make some time for that, too.

Write to yourself, not for others’ consumption. Public posting is great for validation and encouragement, for when we feel the urge to share due to pride or just wanting to gush about our faves. But also let yourself remember why you liked creating worlds, making up stuff about your characters, and writing at all to begin with, without the pressure of public posting. Give yourself some grace, and let it all be messy, unhinged, misspelled, ungrammatical, incomplete, and make no narrative sense.

Write to yourself, for yourself. Then let the rest follow.

#Writing #Blogging #Creativity #Posting #Self-Care

[joeys-piano]

20 Questions About A Fic Writer

Tagged by @voxofthevoid who is pretty much a writing god as far as I'm concerned. The breadth of his works are wide, and he be doing things for the hell of it.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

230 since 2016.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

841,020. I mostly write oneshots and short stories.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Whatever scratches my writing itch. I used to settle in fandoms when I was younger, but now I wander around and write for whatever catches my interest during that season of my life. It keeps me fresh. I found my insecurities were a lot louder the longer I settle somewhere because it's easier to make comparisons. So I just stroll around. It's a lot simpler life. It keeps me from chasing AO3 stats and lets me write things I wouldn't have the courage to do in other fandoms. So that's nice.

Currently I'm writing for Link Click.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

From Yuri on Ice.

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

Yes. Often, I leave long replies that are ficlet length at least.

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

My mind tells me those fics are from the Harry Potter fandom.

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

Maybe you can tell me because I've written a lot and I don't remember.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Rarely. I've written for ships people have issue with and have not yet received hate for it. It unfortunately happens to my friends and writers I respect, so that sucks. The only hate I've really received was when someone argued with me in the Harry Potter fandom that English Breakfast tea does not exist. And I was so weirded out by the comment that I just deleted the fic for my own mental peace.

Other than that, I don't recall any other hate. I have recieved passive aggressive comments, but those were from years ago. Overall, it's either positive or neutral.

9. Do you write smut?

Maybe once or twice a year. It's not that fun, really.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I used to.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge. I had a request once, but I don't think anything came out of it.

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

Yes. Two of them for one fandom. My writing style and process is better suited for solo writing. I've tried co-writing with what I do currently, but it doesn't mesh well.

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

Odazai. I don't write for it currently, but I still enjoy seeing it. Which is something I cannot say for other ships I've done in the past, so that means a lot to me. I might pick up writing for it again if I feel that's my season to do it.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but probably won’t?

Whatever is in my "Not Currently" folder. I'm of the mind that if a story or idea ends up there, it's a doomed attempt trying to resurrect it. So I let it die. Yeah I'm haunted on a constant basis if I think about it, but that's just life I think. Nowadays I write stories I do carve time for, not ones that I want to carve time for. There's a difference.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Introspection. Rhyme. Character voice. Vibes. My willingness to experiment with my writing and challenging myself to strengthen my weak areas. Nowadays, I write the stories that I write to challenge my technical skills as a writer. It keeps me from feeling stagnant and I often start writing things I don't normally write, but this gives me the mental library of how to do certain things because I've done it before.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Heavy plots. Physical affection in a romantic or sexual sense. Fluff because I get violently ill every time I write it (like covid, the flu, it aggraviates my flares up and that's not fun). Angst because it drains a lot of me and I get tired. So, I realize that limits what I can write, so I try to be really good at what I do write.

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

Personally, I don't do it. If I have a character speaking in another language, I summarize it through narration. If some words are borrowed, like a good example is names of food or certain phrases, I'm fine with putting that in dialogue. When I was younger, I used to italicize that stuff. I don't anymore unless emphasis is directly on those words.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Vocaloid.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

At the moment, nothing comes to mind. While writing them, I'm sure there was a lot of love because I willingly pulled the stories together. But other than that, I don't have a real favorite.

#joey speaks

[itsjustmorgana]

And excerpt from my current WIP

The figure stood over the bed, hesitating a moment, trying to find his courage before pulling back the covers soundlessly attempting not to wake the sleeping boy.

Without warning the boy sat up in bed with a gasp and suddenly the room was filled with wand light engulfing the silent figure.

“Regulus!” Cried the boy in a whisper, his voice filled with half surprise half something Regulus thought might be relief.

His brother sighed running a hand through his mess of curls and lowered his wand but didn’t put it out.

“What are you doing?” Sirius asked with concern covered by forced annoyance.

Regulus stood awkwardly by the bedside, suddenly very aware of his body. The chill of his feet on the sturdy wood flooring, the way his bed clothes hung off his figure and allowed the chill air of the night to penetrate—it was always cold in this house. His hair was getting too long, mother will cut it soon, but now he used the advantage to hide his eyes behind curls that mirrored the ones in front of him.

“I couldn’t sleep” Regulus spoke barely above a whisper, like if he spoke softly enough he wouldn’t have to ask the question he feared the answer to most.

Sirius looked his brother over silently assessing any further damage possibly inflicted in the hours since departing for the night. Finding none Sirius sighed again and pulled his bedcovers back further inviting the cold into bed with him.

“Get some sleep Reg,” Sirius said turning over and extinguishing his wand, tucking it carefully back into place under his pillow.

He stared at the wall, his back facing the brother he claimed to despise, waiting to see what Regulus would do. He was obviously here for a reason, that reason was clear to both of them though they would never speak it aloud.

Regulus was grateful for this and took another moments hesitation where his pride got the better of him and urged him to turn away from the down turned sheets and walk back through the door, down the hall and into a bed of his own.

But once he reached his own bed in his minds eye he remembered everything and returned as small as the child he knew Sirius still saw him as. Regulus picked up one of the ornate pillows from the ground where Sirius had do doubt tossed them as soon as he’d found his bed made earlier in the day, and placed it carefully next to Sirius’s overturned back then crawled into bed.

Regulus faced the other direction away from his brother a pillow the only physical boarder between them, yet Sirius felt worlds away—but still, he was here.

He hasn’t turned him away, whatever happened between them how many worlds with their lies and politics separated the two brothers Regulus knew that under cover of nightfall in their parents house Sirius would not turn him away.

As he swiftly drifted off to sleep warmed by the heat of where his brother’s body once lay, Regulus’ mind quieted for the first time.

Sirius’s eyes lay clear and awake as he studied the patterns of the moonlight shining through the stained glass window. He listened to his brother’s breathing slowly even out as he fell asleep. Though he was feet away Sirius could feel Regulus’s body relax as sleep took hold.

It was a ritual Sirius knew as well as having tea with breakfast, performed countless times over the past 15 short years of his brothers life.

Only once Regulus was truly sleeping soundly could Sirius allow his own mind to relax. To turn off the constant vigilance listening for the swish of a night coat or the flick of a wand—you wouldn’t hear the footsteps until she was on you.

Passively Sirius wondered how much longer this could go on. He would turn 17 in November and had no plans to return to the hidden house on Grimmauld Place. Who would Regulus turn to then?

A thought that only plagued him in these moments of softness, in the dark, in his childhood bed with his brother sleeping beside him.

Sirius shifted in bed, finding a more comfortable position while still laying facing the wall. A problem for another day he thought. We have months still, and a lot can change in a few months.

With one final glance at the moon, ensuring it has not abandoned its post in the night sky Sirius let his eyes close and invited sleep to come.

When Sirius would awake in the morning he would find the other side of his bed as cold and empty as the boy who had left it that way.

Sirius would get up and begin his morning as usual, whining to Kreature about his breakfast tea and attempting to plan a day full of things his mother would not approve of. He would not think of his midnight visitor, or surely see him in the flesh until dinner. He would not ponder the impacts of his scheduled winter departure or worry over his decision.

Maybe if he had he would have thought twice and his day would not have ended in different bed far from London.

Maybe his brother would not be the one waking up the next day cold and empty in the big house hidden on the street.

Maybe, even, if his brother had not been left cold and empty the entire outcome of this story would be different.

Maybe, but probably not.

Artwork by Likeafuneral

#sirius black #regulus black #fanfic #work in progress #the night Sirius left #marauders #the marauders #writing a canon compliant fic is literally killing me #I love them so much #sirius and regulus #angst with a canon ending #no one is having a good time

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Hii

For prompt: Stephen having grief/survivor guilt after eg???? Ty in advanceeee 🤍🤍

So I was looking through the pile of prompts sitting in my ask box and found this prompt that was dated all the way back to like, July of last year. I'm so sorry it took a while for me to get back to you, prompter. ^^" The WIP for this was buried deeepp in my folder and recently resurfaced, so I made a copy of it with my newer writing style, compared it, and went like. o.O How did I even think my writing was acceptable back then? Lol. But hey! I finished this. And quicker than I thought, too. So I guess that means something, right? Again sorry for the delay!

TW: Nightmares (again), PTSD, Depression, Disassociation, Survivor's Guilt, Suicidal!Stephen, and if you're allergic to unhappy endings or canon, don't read this. :P

As always the lovely @harpywritesfic beta'd this.

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between the heavens and the embers

1. Denial

"I need you to understand that you need to be completely open to me for this to work, Mr. Strange." 

Stephen blinked. He stared down at the hands that laid idly on his lap, the hands that shook and trembled and quivered every split second. He's come to accept it, by now. The damage in it, the pain it brought him. He has come to a realisation that, perhaps, it wasn't entirely useless; if anything, it served him as a reminder for his past self. For his recklessness and stupidity, for his mistakes. He knew now what it meant for him. Why the universe decided to make him a victim of its fate. It was a way to humble him, a way to teach him a lesson. 

A slow intake of breath, a stuttered exhale.

"Mr. Strange?" 

His eyes flicked up. 

"Yes? Yes, of course. I understand." 

He casted his eyes back down to the scars on his hands. He felt Vivian's stare boring down on him, almost familiar with it by now. He felt faint, felt like he was drifting away, like his body wasn't his own. Like he was dreaming. He kept blinking against the daze that threatened to overcome his vision, his mind a foggy place that he was afraid to get lost in. He was afraid that leaning back against his chair or even the slightest loss of focus would put him to sleep. His feet were on the ground, he could feel it, but he didn't feel present. He felt detached, felt adrift. Felt like his nerves were on the outside. 

He felt tired. It was a bone-deep fatigue that not even his expertise (if he could even call it that anymore) could put a finger on. He was tired, but not in a way that he was used to. He closed his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, felt the pain shoot up his nerves. It grounded him, made him feel real. Made him feel tethered to the ground. 

For a moment, silence spread in the therapist's office; the only sound being the scritch-scratch of Vivian's pen as she took notes. 

Vivian sighed. He didn't know how much patience she had left for him, and silently thanked her for not running away from what he was. From who he was. From what a broken shell of a man he was. 

"Tell me about your day. Start from the beginning." 

Stephen resisted the urge to fidget. 

"I woke up." 

"How did you sleep?" 

"I didn't." he breathed, "I don't." 

"You just said you woke up." 

A stuttered inhale. 

"I stopped laying down." 

Vivian nodded. 

"How is the nightmare situation?" she asked, and her voice was gentle, albeit a little firm, but not in a condescending or intimidating way. Her posture was relaxed, open, always ready to accept anything he said. Her face was always kept neutral – passive, impartial. There were only a few moments where he noticed flickers of expressions close to sympathy flashing in her eyes, but he didn't like that. Didn't seek it. In a way, she reminded him of Wong.

Vivian didn't say anything, instead she waited. She was giving him space, giving him a moment to think, a moment to choose his words. But she wasn't leaving any room for a change in subject, he knew that from her look alone. She needed to know this, needed to pinpoint something in him about this. Needed to solve the great mystery of Stephen Strange. 

Behind it all, he knew Vivian was reading him. Scrutinising him. Digging in his flesh, scraping against his skin, clawing her way in to lay him bare and vulnerable to her eyes. Breaking him apart piece by piece just to put him together again. 

"Hasn't stopped." he said, and that was all he could get out. 

His chest felt heavy, throat felt dry. He shifted, eyes flickering about. He was slowly falling apart at the seams, he knew – cracking, withering, breaking down beyond his control. He needed to stop it. Needed to ground himself. Needed to get it together, to not let his feeling get the best of him, not let himself fall apart in front of anyone's eyes, not let himself break break break as he let the flood of emotions wash over him. 

"I'm tired," he admitted, and it was said with such heaviness that he had to rub away the moisture gathering in his eyes. 

Vivian stared at him, unblinking. 

"What you are experiencing is emotional exhaustion, Mr. Strange. It–" 

"Doctor," he muttered. 

"I'm sorry?" 

"It's Doctor Strange." 

Vivian looked taken aback. 

"Yes, of course. Doctor Strange." 

Stephen inclined his head. 

Did it really matter anymore? After all he had done, after all the pain and suffering he had inflicted to the world, to his friends and allies, did he really deserve to call himself by that title? 

A small inkling of pride in the corner of his mind that was once his entire being insisted that, yes, he did. He did deserve to call himself and be called by such a title. But another, steadily growing part inside him told him otherwise. 

It's not about you.

He closed his eyes again. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

"When are you going to talk to her about me?" 

The shadow of a man that once wielded Infinity in his fingers and made it kneel under his command at the cost of his life whispered to him. Stephen stared at the illusion of hope he had created for himself, a dark part of him chuckling at the apparition of his lament that he had conjured from his last shards of sanity. (Or lack thereof.) 

"No." 

It blinked. 

"I'm in your head, doc. This isn't something you should ignore." 

The flame of a candle flickered against unseen wind, the blue-green glow of eyes that witnessed things beyond mortal comprehension turning to stone as it came face to face with the ghost of its guilt. 

"No. Go away." 

Trembling fingers waved away nothing as it turned to dust and dissipated into the wind. 

2. Anger

"Tell me more about what happened at the funeral." 

He didn't know why he chose to attend it. At first, it seemed too much. It seemed audacious of him to be included to the people who mourned for a hero that he had sent to death. 

He had expected to receive the glares of judgment and disapproval, but nothing had hurt more than the silent treatment and the cold shoulder Pepper Potts had regarded him. Even the ever cheerful Peter seemed to avoid him. 

Colonel Rhodes' reaction to his presence wasn't entirely uncalled for. 

"You've got guts to show up here, Strange." 

He clenched his eyes shut. 

Most painful of it all was Morgan's confusion. She was confused why everyone including herself was wearing black garments, why everyone gathered together there looked sorrowful, where her daddy was in all of this and why everyone came up to offer her their 'condolences' and talk about how her father had been a brave man. 

It was painful. Maybe he would feel better if they had leashed their anger at him, if they had rightfully blamed him for what he's done. Maybe it would all be less painful if they made him suffer the consequences of his actions like he truly deserved. 

Apologies and condolences were meaningless, but it was the only thing he could offer. (An explanation, perhaps, would have been a better alternative. But there wasn't really any reason for him to explain himself, was there? What would he expect? Understanding? Sympathy? He knew he deserved neither.)

He couldn't help but think how cruel the universe must be to let a child grow without a father, to let a woman live without her husband, to let the world exist without its mightiest hero. 

He couldn't help but think how cruel he was to let it happen. 

"I wasn't supposed to come," he said instead, "I wasn't supposed to be there." 

"But you were invited." 

"Out of courtesy." 

None of them actually knew him. He wasn't actually close to any of them. (At least in this timeline.) 

"But you came anyway." 

He blinked. 

"Out of courtesy." 

It felt wrong to show up, but it felt even worse not to. He wasn't sure which was worse. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

"Have you been going to therapy like I've suggested you to?" 

Stephen placed his cup on its saucer, hearing the clink of ceramic as careful fingers placed it against the table. 

"Yes."

Wong nodded. 

"How is it?" 

Stephen pursed his lips, bowed his head down. 

"Fine." 

In truth, they hadn't made that much progress. He felt guilty that a majority of it – and that was already an understatement of its own – was his to blame.

"Vivian's great." 

Wong nodded again. 

"How are you?" he asked, and normally Stephen would be surprised at the gentleness he could find within Wong's gruff voice – but normally he wouldn't be familiar with it all already after living too many lives. 

"I'm fine," the lie slipped easily from his lips by now. It was almost natural. Fine. He hated that word. 

Stephen moved to stand up. 

"I'll be upstairs. I've got research to do." 

Wong wasn't having any of it. 

"Stephen," he called, and Stephen halted his steps, turned his head to the side partially, and waited for whatever the librarian wanted to say. 

"I…" he seemed to hesitate, "If you ever need anything, you can tell me, Stephen." 

Stephen clenched his fingers, eyes falling shut. The pain felt deserving. 

The tiredness of his body bled from within, the aching in his chest intensifying. His head throbbed, the headache he's had since the moment he woke up (stopped lying down) making its presence known more than it already had. 

He didn't feel steady. It was like the ground shook his body, as if the world tilted on its axis and he was left to dangle on the edge of it. 

"I'm fine." he very nearly spat, and it was said with such venom that he feared Wong would turn away. 

(He remembered what it felt like to be left alone when he needed it least. He remembered the consequences he had to face after pushing everyone away in hopes that solitude would fix him. It didn't.) 

Stephen walked out, wrapping his arms around himself in hopes it would stop the trembling of his body, and decided that he's had enough.  

(He needed to hide. To lock himself away from everything. And though he knew solitude wouldn't fix him, he still craved it.) 

3. Bargaining 

Stephen had tasted the power Time could give him, had manipulated it with his fingers like strings on a puppet. Stephen knew how heavy the responsibility of being the keeper of Time was, and that exploiting the privilege it had given him for his own personal reasons was something he shouldn't even think about doing. 

But this wasn't for himself. This was for a child and a mother, a best friend, a mentee. It was for the world. It wasn't for himself. 

So Stephen lifted his fingers to play among the strings once more, to call upon Time again with just one thing in mind; to search. 

(Could he have chosen a better timeline? If he had looked through more, could he have found one that wouldn't hurt as much? If he had tried hard enough, could he have been a better person?) 

Stephen called upon Time to search once more, but in the end found none. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

"Uh, Mist– Doctor Strange Sir?" 

Stephen was surprised Peter approached him. He had been mostly avoided by everyone in the funeral, but he's learnt to never underestimate the boy. He was forgiving. Too forgiving. He didn't deserve it. 

He shouldn't hope for it. 

"Yes, Peter?" 

Peter hesitated.

"I was just… just wondering," he was fidgeting. Clearly nervous. "Couldn't there be any other way? Couldn't there be… a– a timeline where…" the teen shuffled his feet, "where he lived?" 

The boy's voice was cracking. Stephen felt his heart break into shards, piercing through his flesh and bleeding out. He felt like an open wound, infected and pus-filled. 

"No," he looked towards the lake, voice lowering to a mere whisper, "I've tried, Peter. And there wasn't." 

What more pain could he inflict towards a young soul? 

4. Depression 

With a mere stone in his grasp, Stephen Strange played God and stood between the choice of life and death. The green glow that once brought him hope and comfort now served to become another lesson for him to learn. The sweet taste of victory had never felt so similar to the bitter taste of defeat. (He had a choice and decided to send lives to their deaths in excuse of the greater good, like he did to his own, as if he had any right to wield the scythe in his broken fingers.) 

In a building where its walls thrummed with magic and every creak of its old wood vibrated with life, Stephen Strange laid awake in his cold, dead, empty bedroom. 

He felt his mask of sanity slowly falling apart.

*.~ ◇ ~.*

Six sessions. It took six entire sessions for him to come to this point. Six agonising sessions of him opening himself, laying out all his vulnerability, pouring out his heart and tearing himself apart in the process just to scold himself for it right after. Just to realise the effort was not nearly enough. 

Six entire sessions. That was how long it took him to explain everything he's been through. 

The crash, Dormammu, Thanos, the Blip. 

The timelines. 

Everything. 

Stephen blinked again. 

Was it worth it? 

"How are things going?" Vivian said, her voice gentle as it always was. 

Stephen sagged back against his seat. Lately the exhaustion in his bones seeped deeper, in a way. Blooming from within and reaching its tendrils to entwine with his soul. There was that fog in his head again – it was like his mind refused to focus on the there and then. 

"I'm getting by." 

Vivian took notes. 

"How's your sleep?" 

Stephen rubbed a hand over his face. He hated that question, but it was always unavoidable. 

"Last night wasn't–" he swallowed, "good. Last night wasn't good." 

More notes. 

"That's understandable." 

Stephen scoffed. 

"Is it, really? Is it understandable?" his fingers twitched, "Why does it have to be understandable? Why does everything need to be understandable?"

He issued a bitter laugh, leaning back in his seat. 

"Why can't things just be–" he gestured his hand in vague circles in the air, "unacceptable and we just… say that?" 

She looked exasperated. 

"I just mean it's okay." 

"I've killed a man. And not just any man – I killed a father. A best friend. A husband. I've just decided the fate of a young girl and it's to live a life without her dad," he breathed in shakily, "How is that… How is any of that okay?" 

She gave him that look again. 

"You're grieving, too, Doctor Strange," she said, softly. Too soft. 

Stephen scoffed.

"I don't have the right to." 

He pursed his lips, looked away. 

"Isn't there anyone you could talk to? To confide in?" 

Stephen clenched his jaw. 

"No," he blinked, "No one."

(He doesn't have the right to share the burden with anyone. He doesn't deserve to have a pair of ears that would listen or a shoulder to cry to. He doesn't think anyone would care enough to do so. And even if they did, he knew better than to accept it for granted.) 

Fidgeting with his fingers wasn't ideal when they'd tremble with the slightest of movements. Tapping or bouncing his foot repeatedly would take too much of his strength. Instead he swallowed against the lump in his throat, keeping his eyes from watering in frustration. 

Vivian took some notes. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by the sound of her pen dragging against the paper. His eyes flitted to the open page of her notebook. 

"You just wrote 'still has trust issues'." 

She sighed. 

"And you're still reading my writing upside down," she looked at him, her concern evident in her eyes, "You see what I'm saying?" 

Stephen clenched his jaw, unclenched it. Clenched it back again. He didn't respond. 

"Have you taken the sleeping pills into consideration?" 

Stephen stared at the window, where the gentle light of the sun cascaded through the curtains. There was the faint sound of birds chirping, the flutter of their wings as they flew. It was beautiful outside. It was a world worth saving, but what did it cost? 

The frustration gave way to exhaustion. Again. Every breath he took felt painful this way, like shards piercing through his lungs. His head throbbed – the headache refused to ever cease away nowadays. 

"Doctor Strange?" 

"Hm?" he looked back at her, "Uh, yeah. No. No, I haven't." 

It wasn't like he needed to sleep anyway, was it? Why should he treat himself with rest when he didn't deserve it? 

She stared at him, leaning forward a little. Stephen braced himself. That was never a good sign. 

"I think that you are punishing yourself for your guilt." 

"No, I'm doing what I think I deserve for what I've done," his voice was trembling. That wasn't good.

"Harming your health as an act of penance isn't something you should do."

"I'm not harming myself." 

"Yes, you are," she said, and her voice grew stern. "You don't deserve it." 

"I should've– could've done better. I deserve it." 

Her eyes turned soft. He loathed it. 

"You're holding yourself to an unreasonable standard." 

"I failed to." 

It was the truth. Why can't Vivian see that? 

Instead, she sighed at him, took more notes, and Stephen held his breath as she leaned forward the slightest bit more. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

He's been skipping sessions. Vivian's efforts in reaching out to him were futile – he didn't have the strength to respond. It was clearly a one-sided effort and it didn't come from him. He felt guilty about it, but his body was too tired and his mind was too loud to even start thinking about it. 

He's been in bed since dusk and it's reached somewhere around noon by now. Or evening. He didn't bother to check. The other masters at Kamar Taj were probably looking for him. Wong was probably worried. He was letting everyone down with this behaviour, he knew that. But what was he supposed to do? His head was constantly screaming at him to get up, do something. His stomach was complaining about the lack of food. And if he didn't get up and go to the bathroom by now, his bladder might burst. But the temptation to just lie under the covers and sleep the entire day away was too irresistible. 

His head throbbed. He felt empty, like something was ripped away from inside him and left a hole gaping in its wake. 

He was hopeless. Utterly miserable. Pathetic. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. (He deserved to feel this way.) 

A knock sounded on his door. 

"Stephen? It's Christine, I'm coming in." 

He sighed. The door creaked open. He heard the sound of footsteps padding softly on the floor, approaching his bed. 

"Wong said you've been in bed all day," she started, clearly hesitating as she stood there. He remained silent. 

"He said you haven't gotten up. Not even to eat, or… to shower." 

He still remained silent. The air was tense, the silence too loud. 

"I brought some food." 

He heard the clink of what sounded like a bowl against the wood of his bedside table, the scrape of the metal spoon as it dragged along the edge of it. 

Christine waited. She was patient, always was. Always has been. He was thankful for her. There were so many things he should say to her, so many apologies long due. 

He couldn't find the strength to voice any of them. 

"We're all worried about you, Stephen," she whispered, and Stephen wrapped the covers tighter around himself, curling in, breathing steadily through his nose. His chest ached. He didn't want to turn his head to her. Was too afraid to see the pity in her eyes. Didn't want it, didn't deserve it. 

He should probably say something. Should probably let her know he was fine, that he just needed some time. But instead he laid there, unmoving, unable to say a word. His throat felt stuck. 

In the end, she left. Of course she did. What would he expect? They all left eventually. He was a hopeless cause – not worth dealing with. He deserved it. 

That's when he finally let the tears flow down. 

5. Acceptance Penance

The air was warm in Kamar Taj, the leaves of its old trees that grew in the courtyard raining down and dancing against the wind that swept it about in the air, rustling against the ground where students and novices and masters trained and passed by. 

Stephen sat under the shade, away from the hustle, the canopy of the tree above him blocking out a majority of the sunlight even as some still managed to stream through. He watched as the students flowed interdimensional energy and weaved magic between their fingers, sparks emanating and dissipating, some rather jerky and sharp – others smooth and gentle. Some were a reflection of himself from when the Mystic Arts was still such a foreign notion to him.

But it was part of him now, the magic. The way it danced along his fingers, thrummed in him and weaved into his soul, into his very being. And the simple act of watching it happen towards others was something he found beautiful.

('Beautiful' was one way to put it. Diving into the world of mysticism meant learning the things that lurked in the shadows, the things that were unseen to the naked eye. Things that could break even the strongest of minds.)

The Kamar Taj courtyard felt different compared to the rest of the place. The library was where he sought solitude; a place for him to drown himself in everything and nothing all at once. Its halls and rooms were silent, almost sacred, only disturbed by masters walking past. But the courtyard was different. The courtyard thrummed with life. This was where he went when he needed a fresh breath of air, however humid it may be. 

(He didn't want to think about the room where The Ancient One once sat. The room where his life seemed to tilt to the side, where he realised the universe wasn't as small as it seemed. He didn't want to think about where it all began.)  

Beneath it all, he was happy to be there one last time. 

He flitted his eyes to the side as the weight of another settled beside him. 

"Master Strange," came her familiar voice, "I didn't expect to find you here." 

Stephen looked at her, ignored the flutter in his chest. 

"Reminiscing your time before, I suppose?" she smiled. He chuckled. 

"You mean when you sent me to Mount Everest in the middle of a portal lesson?" he smirked, "Sure. A great memory to reminisce about." 

She chuckled back.

A comfortable silence spread. Every silence with her company always felt serene, in a way. She just had that effect on people. 

"So much pain," she said, turning to him. "Why do you harbour it so immensely, Stephen?" 

Stephen. 

It felt so intimate to hear another person, moreso her, calling him by that name. It felt so invasive. 

Stephen looked down at his fingers, silently chuckling at himself. At how pathetic he was. 

(He was clinging to his last shards of sanity. If he was even sane anymore.) 

"Why are you here?" he said, "How are you… How could you possibly be here?" he heard himself ask, because he could. Because he should. Because he couldn't keep denying. 

Her voice was thinning, fading, far away. 

"I need you to know this, Stephen Strange: no amount of guilt could change what has been and what should have been done. Wallowing in it changes nothing." 

He wasn't sure if it was meant as a piece of advice or otherwise, but it felt like reality stabbed him straight in the chest. 

She was fading, everything was falling away like dust. 

He woke up. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

How could he still deserve to live? After all the lives he's taken, all the times he's died, survived, flesh knitting back together and his body sewn back, again and again; after all the lives he lived and all the choices he had taken, how could the world still think it deserving for him to live? 

Stephen stood atop the building he now calls home, and chose to smile as he dragged his feet to fall over the edge, letting gravity take him falling to the ground. 

This was how it was always supposed to end. He deserved it.

#prompt #ask #freshbananabeard #stephen strange #fanfic #my fanfic #my fic #my writing #tw #depression #suicidal!stephen #nightmares #ptsd #heres to hoping i didnt miss any tags #feel free to point them out if i did!

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Fic tag game!

Tagged by @sweeteatercat

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

110

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

783,677

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I do one fandom at a time and it's D:BH right now

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My Heart Knows You (Miraculous Ladybug)

The Rest Of Our Lives Will Do (FFXV)

Supernatural (FFXV)

Candyfloss (FFXV)

Beginnings (FFXV)

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

I try to. Sometimes things are going on, but so long as I'm in a good place and I have time and the ADHD doesn't get me, I will respond.

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

Angstiest is kinda hard to quantify. I write a lot of angst. Would you consider the break up to try and keep each other safe (Sacrifice, FFXV) angstier than major character death (Five Times Gladio Carried Ignies, FFXV) (Close To Me Always, D:BH), or is rape by deception (A Night To Remember, FFXV) (Night of the Soul, D:BH) worse?

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

I have multiple examples of this too but I'm gonna say Pendulum (D:BH) because it's the hardest won for the characters.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Aahahahahaha, I have one particularly persistent troll that targets anyone that doesn't do Hankcon 'right' (Connor has to be a virgin) and dares to mention Reed900. I included a Reed1700 chapter in one fic just for them.

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

Hoooo boy. Yes. Usually M/M, although I have more recently written some M/F. It's usually very graphic, occasionally kinky.

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

My dude. Bro. I am the Multifandom Crossover AU queen. Both Getting Home and Pendulum feature characters from D:BH, Bleach, Kingdom Hearts, and some OCs and is set in the same universe as Booty Call, and the universe in which One Night and Yours is set is the same universe as I Promise You One Day and also features characters from Kingdom Hearts and Bleach.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had someone request to translate Getting Home into Russian, which I agreed to on the proviso that I would be the one posting the translation with credit to the translator, because I'm not comfortable having my work posted by others even if it's in another language. I have yet to receive any translation to post, however. I don't like the idea that for whatever reason I may have for wanting or needing to take my fics down (something I am generally against), I would not have the ability to actually do that.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes, but we never completed it and my writing partner got cold feet and we agreed to pull it.

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

Currently Hankcon, previously Gladnis.

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

I have one unfinished Miraculous Ladybug fic that I'm definitely never going back to.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Apparently scene transitions? A lot of people struggle with them and I don't. My biggest strength used to be dialogue, but I think other areas have caught up these days. I'm also told I write kisses really well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Passive voice and punctuation. My hand kinda inserts commas anywhere my brain pauses for breath, which results in weird comma splices, and I go through my work and rip all the passive voice I can out before I post.

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

More than a few words is getting fucking checked by a native speaker.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The very first? I don't remember the fandom but I remember the fic name. It was on FFN and called As The World Falls Down, and it got yanked in the songfic purge waaaay back when. The first fandom I was active in is The Fandom That Shall Not Be Named (except to say it is not Harry Potter, it is, in fact, much more embarrassing than that).

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I'm gonna say Ghosts in the Machines (D:BH) right now, because I had a blast reworking the canon and trying to make it less dumb. And clowning on Elijah Kamski. That bit's important too.

I'm not gonna tag people because I don't know who has and hasn't been tagged at this point, but if you are following me, I would love to know your answers to this.

#my fic #meme

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1 7 21 for the writer asks :•)

I am kissing your face gently

1. Who is your favourite character to write for and is it the easiest character to write for?

sigh I think I’m going to have to say sixty, and yes, to a degree: his stock fandom personality is a breeze, for the most part, but putting him in situations wildly different from his norm makes him a lot harder to write. some nonsense in a question of time gets pretty far outside canon depictions of sixty, and it’s difficult to maintain a recognisable personality while also showing him in new situations

also Hank is my favourite too. I adore that stupid grumpy old man.

How do you wit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?

ohhh I don’t think I’m especially good at editing, but I do a few passes in a few different ways: first is boring spelling/grammar nonsense, but also a sweep for awkward phrasing, word repetition, clunky sentence construction. I focus a lot on “flow” of sentences so I tend to swap out synonyms in this stage a lot. Next sweep is for tense (I default to third person past, but more recently I’ve been trialling present) and for things like passive voice, which I’m horrendous for overusing.

I whack it through prowritingaid to do a bit more work on grammar, to spot anything I missed, and then to work on stuff like adverbs etc. usually I use it as a guide rather than a rule book, bc I love breaking writing rules.

Last sweep is a pass for general readability. It should, by this point, read roughly the way I want, so when I’m not distracted by grammar/paragraphing I can read for theme/tone/order of events etc. then when I’m sick of it I hit post✨

21. Ohhh I’m picking 17 for my free answer - upcoming WIPs. I’ll only tell you about one: it’s nines focused, he’s very 😏 frustrated. I haven’t written for him properly before and I’m thrilled about it honestly. I’m working on a bunch of other in progress stuff too, but I’ll keep the details on those quiet… for now

send me a fanfic ask

#🥰 #it’s been a fic fuelled kind of day and I’m VIBING SO MUCH #ask meme #fic stuff #flugames #💕💕

[aquil-writes]

Find the Words Tag Game

I was tagged by @hbxplain, thanks for the game! Your words hit a lot of my favorite scenes from both of my WIPs, so this was a lot of fun! It’s also been a minute since I read through Project 6 so it was nice to rediscover it a little :)

For my part I'm tagging @writingsbyelle, @saphoblin , @artcoffeecats, @alistonjdrake, and anyone else who wants to join! Your words are hunger, toss, wary, daze, share, and pour!

I'll be pulling from Project 3 and 6. My words are display, horror, respect, kind, and help.

I couldn't find display, unfortunately. 

Horror- from Project 6

“We all know how rare and dangerous corruption is,” he says, and Maple’s twinge comes back in full force. “So I don’t think there are actually two people behind this. I think this person has heterochromia.”

“What makes you so sure it’s just one person?” Ryker asks.

“Both kinds of corruption are completely intertwined… There’s no way two separate people, even working together, could be corrupted to the exact same degree and be functional. I know that people with heterochromia don’t really have the natural power that we do-”

And here Maple feels another pointed twinge, and she realizes now that it’s the feeling of being alienated. She looks at her empty soup bowl and wishes it was still full; anything to distract herself would be nice.

“- but if corruption’s on the table then I’d believe anything, no matter how terrible, is possible.”

“So we’re not just dealing with somethings,” Varena says, “We’re dealing with someone.”

Despite her own misgivings, and despite the renewed horror the lucils are facing, Maple sees a glimmer of hope in Varena’s words. She smiles, alone, and the rest look at her like she has three heads.

“We have a target,” she explains. “Just one person, and then it’s over.”

“That’s some naïve logic,” Amil says dryly. Maple shrugs.

“No, I think she’s right,” Ryker says. “If we can find the source we can stop the spread.”

“Then… is that our next move? To find this person?” Varena asks.

Respect- Project 3

Instead, while we’re stuck together, a question that I’ve never had the chance to ask burns itself into my mind. It’s considered personal information, I know, but I’ve always wondered…

“If you don’t have duck wings, what kind of wings do you have?”

“Seriously?”

“It’s just a question.”

“Peregrine falcon,” Cael says, and by his voice alone I hear his pride. I’m jealous, just for a second. Your wings, in Avian society, determine what kind of job you’re best suited for- and predatory birds like falcons are highly respected, capable hunters that work with the Harmonious or anywhere else they want. 

“Oh. I didn’t realize wings could get so specific,” I lie. 

“They’re important,” he says, and my stomach turns- I should never have asked. “Wings for Avians are everything. They match the person, you know, so the kind of wings you have mean a lot to other Avians. For example, with my wings, I could be anywhere, even the Harmonious. They signify that I’m a hard worker.”

“Oh wow,” I say, feigning interest. In the back of my mind I can only see the ghost of my pale narrow wings, which I later learned were the same as the wandering albatross. It’s a passive sea bird, able to travel long distances without rest, but slow. A useless creature to them.

Kind- Project 3

“The Cerumides don’t work like that,” I say. “They’ll want to flush us out. Even right now they’re probably opening every–” I cut myself off with a gasp. The traps! Between the hostiles and the traps they’ll never make it this far..

“Every what? Door?” Cael asks.

“Y-Yeah. Door.”

“And?” Serus presses.

“You remember the uh… animals?”

Defra’s expression turns to shock. “They’re not going to get hurt though, are they?” she says. “Could those things do serious damage?”

“They’re more violent than you think,” I say. “Even if they manage to avoid the animals- and they won’t- I uh…might have set a trap or two…”

“What!?” Serus says. “What kind of traps?”

“The um… explosive kind…”

I felt everyone stare at me in stunned silence, chase momentarily forgotten. 

“I was in a tough spot!” I explain. “Every tunnel was open when I was first down here, I had to keep them at bay somehow. How the hell was I supposed to know anybody would be down here? I didn’t even want to go back to this damn place!”

“Oh gods,” Serus says, defeated sounding, hand on his face. “I had no idea you knew how to build bombs.”

“Well… I was a little desperate…” Hostile mutants are very, very good at tracking people. I learned that quickly.

Help- Project 6

Maple takes another look at him; clearly, months of being in isolation have had their effects. His clothes, which she could only glance at earlier, are pale fabric wrapped around him and pinned in several places. His eyes are sunken and shadowed, his hands bony. Eve has never been one to pick fights, but this is one she’s confident she’ll win.

Maple starts to stand, but her legs give out under her.

“Why did Kalis send you?” he demands.

“I’m more than enough to handle you,” she lies. These people fear Kalis above all else. Maybe I can use that.

“Liar!” He yells. Maple flinches at the sudden outburst. “A girl with no magic has no place fighting us. You shouldn’t even be working with Kalis… He’ll destroy you.”

“I don’t need your advice.”

“No, I think you do,” he says, and Maple fills with a sense of dread she’s never felt before. It feels like drowning- her throat tightens and her heart races. The clearing and the man in front of her turn to black. Her vision clouds and fills with images she doesn’t recognize, places and people she has no way of knowing. 

The visions stop on a kindly man’s face.

“I can help you,” the man says. He’s not quite middle aged and has a warm look to him. His brown hair and beard are thick but well-kempt, his eyes a lighter, more expressive shade of brown than Maple’s.

“How?” The man asks; the dream lucil, the same man keeping her trapped in these visions. His voice sounds different. Clearer, somehow. 

Next to her-- or to the dream lucil, more like-- sits the form lucil woman, not crazed but concerned, and she turns to Eve with a heartbreakingly human look. The woman Eve met in the forest is another creature entirely compared to her.

#tag game #my writing #project 3 #project 6 #writing community #hope everyone has fun with this!

[compo67]

4, 29, 35, 40 &41 for the writing asks? I'm always so curious about what WIPs you have going on, but I'm usually too shy to ask :)

Hellooooo anon! Finally getting a chance to sit down and really answer these fantastic questions. Thank you for them. I'm always happy to answer questions. <3

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?: I've really wanted to write a j2 pioneer AU for a long while. something like oregon trail/laura ingalls wilder blend. and yes, there's definitely existential dread involved.

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories.: oh no! i can't! cause sometimes even I don't know the spoilers. XD

35. tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot: oh my gosh that has got to be Back Pocket Jared. he's just so ridiculously obsessed with himself. he cares a lot about designer brands and style, and you can usually find me in a lumpy gray Dallas Stars hoodie. :P

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.: this reader in the Chicago Verse encouraged me to stop writing in passive voice. i'm still super appreciative.

41. what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?: the weirdest? probably the one i'm writing about time travel. idk how it got to be so damn intricate with the physics (okay, kidding, i know how--it's called *fixation*). but an idea where jensen teaches physics at a university in naples while jared is a visiting professor writing a book about physics... yeah. i think that's pretty out there. there's also nazis (eventually) in that fic. and pompeii. lots of pompeii. the whole story is weird, especially because it's in first person. and it reads almost like a photo diary. i'm editing the first half now, drafting the second half. i'm excited to put it up on AO3 and continue it on Patreon. :)

thank you again, anon! please feel free to ask more questions if you have them. <3

#cal answers

[iarollane]

Sunday Snippet

Actually wrote something recently, so enjoy a Despair fueled nightmare.

Talana sang, smiling sweetly at a sea of faces. It was a masterpiece, a song of her own composition, and everyone loved it. She could see her parents, clapping in the crowd and beaming with pride. Kiredan was next to them, whooping. Everyone she'd ever met was gathered in the concert hall, cheering for her as she played.

She frowned. Josephine was sitting next to her brother, eyes shining with admiration. But how-

She faltered. Cullen rose at the back of the crowd, his face set in stern lines. Behind him, Leliana stood with her arms crossed, as her shadowy spies fanned out to surround the crowd.

"What is all the cacophony?" Cullen asked crossly, his voice echoing through the hall.

The spies started weaving into the crowd, closing in on Talana's family.

"No," Talana tried to call out, but it came out as a whisper. Her feet were rooted in place, ignoring her attempts to run forward. "Don't. Don't hurt them!" The lute disappeared from her hands.

Helplessly she watched her family, passively sitting with their eyes on her, as the spies slit their throats. She was screaming, reaching for them as they slid to the floor. Her knees gave out, the spreading blood reaching her and soaking into her pantlegs.

Their eyes, still trained on her, were now glassy and lifeless. She sobbed. The concert hall whispered away into shadow, the audience and the spies disappearing.

Finally, she could move. She crawled forward on hands and knees, tears and snot streaming down to drip off her chin as she reached the cooling bodies.

"Why didn't you stop them?" A voice cried out. Talana looked up. Zavala was there, looking furious and heartbroken.

"I- I couldn't, I tried-" Talana sobbed.

"Not hard enough," Zavala hissed. "Just like always. You didn't try hard enough when you were learning that transport spell. You didn't try when we searched for our parents. You didn't even try when the mountain exploded."

Talana flinched back, curling into herself. She looked down, seeing the glow of the mark on her hand.

A whip, snakeheaded and writhing, appeared in Zavala's hand. "Pitiful. Useless. Weak!" With each word, she lashed out with the whip, its fangs sinking into Talana and ripping out. "You've never done anything except get in the way!"

"Th- that's not true!"

"Isn't it?" Zavala said cruelly. "Without you, I could have been accepted by Qilué. Without you, I could have found Mama ages ago. Hells, without you, she probably wouldn't have even left!"

Talana noticed that there was no matching mark on Zavala's hand. Cracks splintered the darkness surrounding them. Dimly, she could hear howling coming through.

She heard a whisper, the voice too low to recognize, say, "Good. You've begun to recognize the nightmare. You can banish the despair demon, if you try. Use the mark."

Fangs ripped into her again, but this time she snatched her marked hand out and wrapped the whip around her arm, pulling Zavala towards her. "Liar," Talana hissed. "You *dare* to wear her face? To speak as though you know us?" The thing wearing Zavala's face sneered back.

Talana sent a pulse of magic through the mark, willing it to travel through the snake whip and into its wielder. Green light exploded, ripping away the mask and exposing a twisted, hunched figure. It screamed as the green light continued to rip through it.

It fled, and the cracked darkness shattered.

Talana shivered. She was alone, kneeling in a snowy expanse, the light of the Breach giving it an eery glow. A short distance away, pawprints led down. From here she could just barely make out the top of the Chantry and a few whisps of smoke rising.

She staggered to her feet, arms wrapping around herself, and began following the prints.

"Well done," came a whisper on the wind.

Tagging @mogwaei @roguelioness @pikapeppa @fiadhaisteach and anyone else that wants to share their WIPs

#dragon age #d&d #d&d crossover #writing still in the editing phase #sunday snippet #potentially triggering #TW: bloody death

[ohnoanotherficblog]

HOW SPIKEMUTH GOT CIVIC INFRASTRUCTURE

Chapter One: Fuck that Evil Fairy Godmother

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dumb fic i had a idea for while playing pokemon sheild. hope you enjoy

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CWs: Gambling, Alchol (in good fun but still) also im on mobile so long post

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While the Galaran Gym Challenge tournament is indeed the greatest gaming event in the Galar region, there is one little known event known to precious few amoung the high elite of Galar that also does hold the same amount of joy, nay, jubilance: Gym Leader Poker night.

Held usually in the castle of Hammerlocke, the game was full of shouting, cursing, Piers's karaoke machine, and usually, a little too much booze.

Unfortunately for today, Raihan had business to attend to, and no one else wanted to do it. So the others all drew lots, and naturally, Piers had to pick the smallest.

Better of this way. Raihan usually wipped the floor with everyone but Opal, Alister, and Piers anyway. Really, the game was mostly for a game of competitive fun, and so Melony and Nessa could have their own little side mission of passive aggressively seeing whos cocktail recipies were more well liked.

At any rate, game night was on in Spikemuth. And it had been a LONG time since Piers had visitors.

Everyone seemed a little uneasy coming in. Milo offered to help clean the place up, which Piers said was a very sweet offer, but him and his flowers would grow better anywhere else. Melony and Nessa did not comment, but Nessa's stupid, snotty little face said everything. Kabu started a lecture, which in turn almost started a fight, until Melony came with more booze. Opal took every penny that night, and at the end, Piers could not be more glad to be rid of everyone.

He journeyed back to his home and kicked off his shoes, and snorted. Ugh... everyone was so overbearing. And Opal looked so intense all night, no wonder she took home everything. Like a terrifying fairy godmother, that woman.

Piers snorted to himself as he undressed down to an undertank and boxers. How many years of being co-workers, and the old hagbag hadnt so much as visted? what a joke. She could get lost for all he cared. He didn't need to give her the satisfaction of being terrifying, even in his head. The witch was probably more scared o 'im!

Thats when he heard a knock on the door.

"Look, whatever you're selling, I dont want it," he called back through the doors, turning on his TV. The doorbell rang, and he rolled his eyes, than froze.

He didnt have a doorbell...

"Okay. Who is it."

"Its me," came Opal's voice. "I have something for you."

"Whatever it is, I dont want it. Scram."

"Dont make me break down this door."

"Don't make me call in my crew."

Suddenly, her tone shifted dramatically, from fairy godmother to angered unseelie.

"Listen, punk, if you dont open this door, I will insure everything you know and love is pink and glittery in a way that hurts your eyes for the next several months."

Piers side, internally unnerved. His eyesight was badly adjusted as it was...

"Fine." Piers opened the door. The wench was standing on his porch in her elegant poker attire, staring at him intently. In her hand she held a throughly too decorated envelope.

"For you. Tonights poker winnings. Use it to better your city, or else I'll make things needlessly complicated for you. Paperworks. Audits. The whole shebang."

Piers looked at the envelope, seething with rage.

"Ill kill you for this. I need you to know how dead you are."

Harmless fairy godmother again.

"You wouldn't hurt a sweet old woman whos just trying to help, would you?"

"You're a menace."

"And you're a punk who needs to clean up his city."

Piers really didnt know what to do, so he growled. She chuckled, and left.

Stupid, Civic serving, kindly old witch.

#pokemon #pokemon sheild #spikemuth #gym leader piers #gym leader opal #cw alcohol #cw gambling #long post #fanfiction #fics #pokemon fanfiction #writing #writeblr

[zannolin]

18, 20, 23

18. how do what you look for in your own writing vs someone else’s coincide? how does your writing influence your reading?

good grammar. GOOD GRAMMAR. good fucking grammar. please god let the grammar be good. if i see passive voice used unnecessarily i will just start killing. anyone who has had to listen to me talk about writing knows this. outside of that. i don't really know what i'm "looking for" in my writing i think i'm just writing to expel the demons from the washing machine rinse cycle of my brain. when i read, i want to be able to tell that the author cared, and not just cared about the story they were telling, but cared enough to tell it well. cared enough to know what to leave it and what to take out. you know the t kira madden tweet.

i think i tend to gravitate towards more highly specific stories because of my writing (ann patchett books, for example, or niche aus in the realm of fanfic) but i dunno i'm willing to read a lot. i can tell you how my reading influences my writing but i've never considered the other way around.

20. where do you begin a WIP? ex: a mood, a scene, a certain character dynamic, etc. does this differ per project?

it varies. usually i will be watching/reading/etc something else and go hey this vibe fits x character and it can spiral from there. this is how the gospel tent au was born (i watched an episode of x files and the plot spun itself out pretty wild from there). generally i see the parts that work and figure out how to thread them together differently to fit what story i want to tell. for non-specific aus or canon universe writing it's usually i happen to have a lot of scene ideas build up and i put them all together like a jigsaw puzzle. sometimes i'll want to fill the missing pieces (this is what my mithan fic is a combination of: gap in canon and a ton of scene ideas). sometimes it's purely an aesthetic or motif or character dynamic that niggles at me til i write something. the leon and claire fic i posted today was purely me feeling unhinged over their dynamic in infinite darkness and wanting to explore it. i dunno i'm a jack of all trades. my brain will just start monologuing and i have to write it down or forget it immediately.

23. what do you do to engage with your projects which isn’t actually writing? ex: playlists, pinterest boards, etc. how much do they play a role in the development of your work?

i USED to do playlists for my fics (and just in general) but i don't tend to do that much anymore. i do sometimes make playlists specifically for brainrot though i use my ipod more than spotify so i don't really know Why. there's one for cat's cradle which, huge L. there's one for the ABBA au. there's a l'manberg one lurking somewhere but i think i made that one secret or something. there's a winters family playlist i occasionally yeet stuff on and i also have a playlist of songs i want my writing to feel like which is incredibly self indulgent but fun. the playlists don't really do much they're just for fun and good for stealing lyrics for chapter titles.

i do pinterest boards for a lot of aus as well which is a good way to scroll around until i get inspiration and/or to find things i was keeping on hand for epigraphs. i also doodle stuff for my writing sometimes bc well somebody's gotta make me fanart and it looks like it's gonna have to be me. drawing is good for conceptualizing designs if i need them like for the final girl au but mostly everything is just for fun and can be used as a successful procrastination method to avoid Actually writing.

ask game.

#answered asks #beautyofsorrow

[sleepyfaceandsnark]

Fic writer interview

Tagged by the boo @bellafarella

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

116.

I used to have close to 300 but I deleted or orphaned a lot of them (especially the 5 sentence prompts which were like 50 lmao) and some I was just not liking or felt I could've done better or felt like I could add it to another fic instead.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

340,713 --- damn i didn't even know this existed. I wonder how much it ws before I deleted lmaoo

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Actions Speak Louder Than Words - Ian/Mickey 753 kudos

I Don't Love You, But I Always Will - Ian/Mickey 723 kudos

Parent/Teacher Conference  - Ian/Mickey 712 kudos

Frank Fucking Gallagher - Ian /Mickey 644 kudos

Never Have I Ever  - Ian / Mickey 540 kudos

genuinely surprised by these lol

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

Always! Or try my best to. I lovee getting comments. Half the time I write it's just to see people's comments or tags lol. Idk they make me happy (unless they're mean)

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

Yikes lol well I have several death fics so those? lol

The Highwayman

Skype Calls 

If You Loved Me, Why'd You Leave Me?

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

Happiest oof...hmm Soul Meets Body  where Bucky and Steve get reunited after Bucky gets trapped in the soul stone and they retire? Or the gallavich one where Ian wakes up and Mickey never got arrested (post s5) and they're good.

I have a lot more but those are usually just fluff oneshots not a whole story

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I think I've only technically done one. It was where Mickey gets attacked by a Djinn and basically ends up seeing the mickey version of what Dean saw in the Supernatural episode "What is and What Should Never Be". If I recall Sam and Dean saved him.

oh and the She's the Man Fic I don't remember if it had characters from the movie or not though lmaoo but maybe. I'll have to reread

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yes. Usually they didn't like where I went with it. (even though i'd make it obvious). Accuse me of not knowing the characters. And that one person that got mad me and @bellafarella made lip too "likeable" ?? weirdos. Always had issues with the shameless fandom with giving nasty comments tbh.

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

Not anymore tbh. I like putting them in turmoil instead.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Actually I think so?? Or they tried it. Def had someone write a fic about my fic which was interesting.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

OH yes! A lot of gallavich ones

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

Yes! So far just the Shameless/She’s the man crossover fic with @bellafarella

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

Stevebucky </3

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

All the one in my head but especially 1960's stevebucky, musician stevebucky, and deathfic but plot twist not a death fic stevebucky but like I said they're in my head and have been for yearss

15. What are your writing strengths?

angst lol I used to be really good at description but my brain has rotted through the years lmaoo

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar. Commas confuse me and dont get me started on ;. Passive voice or active voice (apparently) , repeating words too often. I need to get good at description again and better word choice.

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

It depends. As long as it's in character and the correct way for it to be typed. Otherwise I'd put "says in ___ " or what not

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Shameless US or a long time ago when I started a fic for Crisis Core but i never got far at all

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

Currently none. Ask me a month ago I would've said Tarlos

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

I'm too lazy to look through my Ian/Mickey ones but i had a lot of faves there.

My Lakehouse Stevebucky fic is my favorite as of late Distant Lover, One Day I'll Hold You Like the Sun Holds the Moon 

Tagging: idk who to tag in these anymore lol so anyone that wants to do it :D

#bellafarella #<3 #fic questionaire #stevebucky #tarlos #gallavich #fic writing #slowly but surely getting back into it