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measlyfurball13 · 9 months

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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

Well, I'm a fic writer, so prepare for an esoteric assortment of fics in no particular order!

I'll open with my most recent, and the one I consider my best. This is a found family hurt/comfort fic starring Team Dark (comprised of Shadow the hedgehog and his two closest friends Rouge, and Omega, for those unfamiliar with the franchise.) Shadow is immortal, nearly indestructible, and saddled with some truly terrible PTSD around the ones he cares about dying on him, and it was interesting to portray that through a narration style I'd never tried before. This was also the fic where I really fleshed out how I write Omega, who is my all-time favorite character in the Sonic franchise. He's the most delightful blend of blunt and violent but also more caring than he lets on.

This one also deals with the unusually serious subject matter of post-mortem care. I remember waffling about posting this fic for weeks, worried that people would think a Sonic fanfic with such a down-to-earth subject matter would be scoffed at. Surprise! I was wrong. Once I posted it, this fic got a ton of positive attention, which I was grateful for.

Next up is a truly strange pick- it's a League of Legends fanfic, yet it's not about Veigar, the character I hyperfixated hard on for a solid year. I like the fics I've written with Veigar, don't get me wrong, but I like this one better. It stars Kassadin, a lone desert warrior who lost his family to the darkness he's trying to find the heart of, and Kai'sa, a woman who was consumed by said darkness but managed to wrestle back control of her body.

I really got to develop a unique character narration for the lead, Kassadin. It's a particularly strong, mature, and unique character voice, one that I enjoyed writing a lot and am quite proud of. I also leveraged some fantastic dramatic irony- anyone familiar with League lore knows that the monster he encounters is actually his long-lost daughter, Kai'sa. Yet his attitude towards that fact continually fluctuates, before ending on a negative-leaning note, something that was very challenging for me to do! (I'm a chronic therapy-speak writer, something I'm constantly working to avoid.)

I think it's underrated. League isn't a big fandom anyway, and I posted this onto an otherwise Veigar-focused blog. Perhaps I should post it on AO3.

I just had to mention one of my famous Sigma Overwatch fanfics on this list. I wrote a shitload of fic for this character, and almost all of it blew the fuck up back in 2019. I was the first person to post fic for Sigma once he came out on this website! (Not this fic in particular, mind you, but I thought that fact was worth a mention.)

Of my absolute deluge of Sigma fic, this is probably my favorite. The rest are good, but are a little simple. This one, though, has the thematic thread of "control" woven throughout it that I'm quite proud of. I also feel that this is the fic in which I captured the morally grey character of Moira the best- her emotions towards Sigma are complicated, but ultimately, she is his superior and the one responsible for a portion of his mistreatment here at Talon. This fic is essentially about her coming to that realization, and I think that's a powerful moment. It's a character dynamic I haven't seen anywhere else in media/fic. I'm proud that I wrote it.

Okay this next one is weird. By all odds, it should be my least favorite work, right? I'm not a romance writer. Doomfist is far from my favorite character. Hell, I'm not attracted to men, yet this fic continues to linger in my conscience as one that I'm immensely fond of.

I wrote it for and to evoke the writing style of the lovely amazing @ow-old-men. Gabe (op of that blog) has such fucking amazing imagery in his fics, and my imitation of that resulted in some of my favorite imagery and vibes I've ever written. I also think it's some rather strong character work- it's a moment where a confident, practically invincible socialite allows the mask to slip for just a second with a stranger.

Particularly, it's that singular moment that the entire fic was based around, the one that I suggested to Gabe in the first place. The idea that one of the proudest and most powerful men in the world would kneel for you without question so that you could kiss his forehead. Idk man, I still remain in love with the vibes of this one, even though it's so far outside the confines of my usual writing.

And finally, to finish this list off, I just have to plug my longest posted fic to date. This is my incredibly niche crossover of two obscure sci-fi shows that have my whole heart. It was also my first true practice at writing a long-form character arc, to which I think I succeeded.

Kitt, the AI from Knight Rider, wakes up far in the future and realizes that his closest companion is likely long gone. Over the course of this fic, he goes from wanting to deactivate to learning to open back up and allow a new person into his life. There's also some good ol' buddy-cop shenanigans between him and Garibaldi, the security officer aboard the space station that Kitt wakes up on, including a particularly fun scene where Kitt helps him cheat at cards.

This fic is showing its age just a tad with some of the writing and characterization of the Babylon 5 characters, but I'm still immensely, immensely fond and proud of it. Writing this fic taught me a lot that I'm applying to my current projects now. I wouldn't be where I am now without this one.

#writing #blessed post #sth #babylon 5 #knight rider #league of legends #overwatch #thank you so much for this ask!! I love talking about my work so much and this was the perfect excuse.#I wanted to pick some more esoteric fics of mine that I'm fond of #I've been in some niche-ass fandoms #also- once I finish my Metal Sonic longfic that one is going to blow all of these out of the fuckin' water #so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)

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laiqualaurelote · 1 year

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2022 had nothing on 2021, my magical year of fandom, but I did write some things! including one heist AU, two workplace comedies and three post-apocalyptic AUs, each very different from the next. I started the year trundling along in my Ted Lasso groove, was hijacked by pirates, fell briefly into the Upside Down and went on a five-month hiatus from fandom before being suddenly side-swiped by The English earlier this month (I have yet to recover). It has been My Year Of Reluctant Fascination With The American Midwest, and also (semi-relatedly) My Year Of Quoting Bruce Springsteen. In total: wrote eight fics and about 80,000 words. AO3 Wrapped, here goes:

they will see us waving from such great heists (Ted Lasso | Ted/Trent, Roy/Keeley | T | 21,110 words)

The heist!AU where Trent Crimm, Interpol, meets Ted Lasso of the FBI over the case of Rupert Mannion’s stolen Hockney. I published the last chapter of this on Jan 1, 2022, so it counts!

Trick Plays (Ted Lasso, some Leverage | T | 6,454 words)

The DVD extras from Such Great Heists, which snowballed into their own thing.

you don't have to be crazy to work here (but it helps) (The Magnus Archives | Jon/Martin | T | 1,515 words)

Journalism!AU in which Martin becomes The Magnus Inquirer’s newest reporter under freshly promoted news editor Jonathan Sims, whose story he once introduced an error into. I regret that this AU will probably never be finished, though I had such plans!

all the men and women merely players (Ted Lasso | Ted/Trent | T | 10,486 words)

The Station Eleven!AU where the Richmond Players are a travelling Shakespearean company performing in the ruins of a post-pandemic England. WIP - will resume when S3 returns.

A Gentleman's Guide To Love And Piracy (Our Flag Means Death | Ed/Stede, Oluwande/Jim | T | 13,260 words)

Stede Bonnet's agenda for attending the International Piracy Convention: rebrand, make some industry contacts, steal back his ship without being murdered by the keynote speaker, a.k.a. the vengeful love of his life. Post-S1 workplace comedy fix-it, now with union action.

can't start a fire without a spark (Stranger Things | Steddie | T | 9,341 words)

Canon-divergent AU where instead of getting murdered by the Upside Down, Eddie and Chrissy run off to start a rock band. In 1987, they return to a Hawkins that is slowly collapsing into another dimension. Post-apocalyptic vibes, but like really low-key.

a song that will keep sky open in my mind (The English | Eli/Cornelia | T | 4,707 words)

Fix-it-of-sorts AU in which Cornelia returns to America to speed-run found family with Eli because tell me those two wouldn’t be collecting kids left, right and centre once they got their revenge quest out of the way.

maybe everything that dies someday comes back (The English | Eli/Cornelia | M | 9,891 words and counting)

The post-apocalyptic Mad Max Fury Road zombie AU where Cornelia escapes David Melmont, who hires bounty hunter Eli to bring her back. WIP, finishing really soon!

And for a bonus, have these snippets I wrote for an AU ask game while in employment limbo:

- the one where Phryne Fisher and River Song hang out (for @justplainsalty) - the one where Ted Lasso is a pirate (for @leupagus) - the one where Phryne is a cryptozoologist (for @glamorouspixels) - the one where the Stranger Things crew are spies (for @drwatsonsjournal)

I wish you all a glorious 2023! May your WIPs be finished, your ships prolific and your fandoms full of joy.

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kintrash413 · 9 months

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Summary: Yellow decides to try the Marshmallow Test on Blue. Except, Blue doesn't really like marshmallows, so Yellow substitutes it for nether wart. Nothing could go wrong.

full fic under the cut!

"Marshmallow test!" Yellow explained as he sat Blue down.

The room was small, the walls and ceiling made of white concrete. the only decorators were the chair Blue was sitting in and the table in front of him.

"Though I don't think marshmallows would work on you, actually…" Yellow realized with a frown.

"I don't like marshmallows," Blue reminded him, and Yellow just nodded.

"Right. um… hold on." Yellow walked outside, and Blue could hear him rummaging through the chest Blue had dropped all his stuff in.

"Aha!" Yellow announced, returning with nether wart in hand.

Blue immediately stood up to grab it, and Yellow had to back up and hold it above his head. "Let me explain the experiment first! Geez…"

Reluctantly, Blue sat back down.

"I'm gonna leave this nether wart on the table," Yellow explained. "if it's still there in ten minutes, you'll be awarded with two nether wart."

Ten minutes? Blue couldnt remember the last time he'd gone ten whole minutes without nether wart.

"Ready?" Yellow asked, and reluctantly, Blue nodded.

"Go!" Yellow dropped the nether wart on the table, then left the room.

Ten minutes was easy. It was just ten minutes.

Blue turned away from the table and thought about what he'd do with two nether wart. considering he usually kept a stack on him at all times, it was a pretty easy thought experiment. within seconds he had thoroughly exhausted it.

Wait- that was right! He had stacks of nether wart just outside the door. why was he waiting around for a measly two?

Blue stuffed the nether wart in his mouth and walked over to knock on the iron door. "Alright, let me out."

there was a brief silence before Yellow's response. "It hasn't been ten minutes yet."

"Yeah but I already ate mine," Blue explained.

"Oh." silence, then, "I think you still need to wait ten minutes.

"What??"

"For scientific integrity!" Yellow insisted, as if Blue knew what that meant.

"Let me out!" Blue snapped, to no response. he banged on the iron door until it shook, but it did not open.

Whatever. he could wait ten minutes.

Blue sat against the door and waited.

and waited.

"Oh, I think it was actually supposed to be fifteen minutes."

"That's it!" Blue stood up and grabbed the iron door between the windows. he placed both feet on opposite sides of the wall, and pulled.

"Blue? what are you doing over there?"

the iron cut unpleasantly into his fingers.

"it's only been five minutes!"

the wall cracked slightly under the force, and seconds later the door broke off and Blue was sent tumbling until he hit the back wall.

Shaking his head, Blue got back up- only to find the door still in tact. he'd only ripped off the edges of the window.

"Let me out!" Blue shouted again, to unhelpful silence. so instead, he stared at the window and wondered if he could crawl through.

He stuck his head through the window with no problem, so that was probably a good sign. Next, he tried to press his shoulders through. the sharp metal scratched at them, but he managed at first. but as he tried to get the rest of his torso and arms through, the iron cut deeper and deeper until he was well and truly stuck.

well. so much for that.

After much kicking and squirming, Blue managed to get back inside. time for another plan.

This time he got his arms out first, followed by his head. The broken iron was uncomfortable against his head, but this was a success.

With arms for leverage, Blue pushed against the door itself to pull himself through.

The door cut along his stomach and thighs, but then he was free. He fell to the ground, disentangled himself, then shot his arms up in victory.

He was already rifling through his chest for nether wart when Yellow rounded the corner.

"you couldn't wait five more minutes?" Yellow asked.

Blue didn't respond, too busy shoving nether wart in his mouth.

much better.

Yellow started at the state of his door. "what did you do??" he demanded, followed by, "is that blood?? are you okay??"

#writing #mine #short story #my writing #animations vs minecraft #blue avm #yellow avm #it has been twelve years since ive been able to use the short story tag. man

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nonbinary-renfri · 3 years

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"#oh yes eliot hockey episode #great episode #tbh locker room scenes 🥵" oh god oh fuck oh no

well i just went and rewatched it (it’s in season five btw) and i have good/bad news and that is i lied :/ we do get to see eliot in hockey player suits which is nice but i misremembered the locker room scenes :( still a very good and actually touching episode tho i recommend

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abarbaricyalp · 3 years

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Do you have any good angsty with happy ending fic recs? ;3

Hi there! Not my favorite genre/trope because I don't like to be sad but I think I have a few that fit the bill!

For all of these, please heed the tags. Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all that. Some are super intense and some are much milder. Please read descriptions and tags carefully on AO3!

Leverage by KellyScams @thebestpersonherelovesbucky

Rating: Mature // Warnings: None apply but I'm going to put a tw for technically non-physical torture

This is the only fic I've read that's incorporated Valentina and I don't know if I can read anyone else's Valentina at this point. She's so in character and well written. Basic gist is Bucky being used as leverage against Sam with POV from the both of them throughout. I love Bucky's characterization and Sam's intensity. All around great fic.

(The author has a whole whump series that I need to go back through and read, so there's more if you also fall in love with this fic!)

Longing by @elwenyere

Rating: Mature // Warnings: None apply

This fic, y'all. It's so soft. It's Bucky POV but pretty focused on Sam, which is rare to find. Sam gets trapped in a kind of memory loop and Bucky has to get him out. I love all the memories we see from Sam. I love Bucky's reaction to them. The snark between the two of them is perfection. Such a solid fic. Definitely one of the tamer ones on this list as well.

The Kitchen Incident by chase_acows @ cowsalot on here (it's not linking for some reason :/)

Rating: Teen // Warnings: None apply

So silly. Your honor, they're stupid. I love the friendship between Steve and Bucky in this fic and I love the way the reader gets to see this relationship between Bucky and Sam bloom on the page (Bucky wears Sam's USAF sweatshirt 🥺😍) The snark is strong with this one and the feelings are so earnest once they come bursting out. Good communication (when they decide to communicate)

Except it Abide in the Vine by spitandvinegar

Rating: Mature // Warnings: Creator chooses not to warn (tw: for body horror) Locked to non-users

I reread this fic, like, once every six months. I love it so much. It's so beautiful and quiet and soft, while being loud and rough and hard too. It's a multiverse-esque story (published several years (??? i'm ancient) before the current multiverse of madness mcu shennigans) where Bucky and Sam lose Steve, pick up an extra Bucky and then have to reunite various Steves, Sams, and Buckys (and a Natasha) with their respective partner across a multitude of universes, settings, and time periods. It's not strictly Sam/Bucky because there are a million relationships happening, but I love it and the core of the story is Sam/Bucky working together and keeping each other held up. All the characterization is so good, all the new Sams, Buckys, Steves are so good.

double back by flowermasters

Rating: E // Warnings: None apply

A time loop fic where Sam gets stuck in 1943. So good, so tense. I'm such a sucker for time loop stories and this one is very well executed. There's so much tension in it as far as the time loop goes that you feel like you're suffocating with Sam sometimes. The characterization is so good. The 'learning to interact with someone you know but who doesn't know you yet' is so good.

What the light gives by ElleBishop @blogland-total-landscaping

Rating: E // Warnings: Creator chooses not warn (heed the tags)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This STORY. It's so real and intense and in character. It made my chest feel like I'd scooped everything out of it until I hit rib bone. It's so good. It's about Bucky and Sam's self-destructive habits and it's so good. It's a travesty this masterpiece doesn't have more kudos because it's astounding.

Access Granted by @suaine

Rating: Teen // Warnings: None apply

This is not a traditional angsty fic but damn if my heart didn't hurt for this little robot throughout. The fic follows Sam and Bucky as they get to know each other from the time Sam boots up the new vibranium suit and wings through several weeks (months?) after. The catch? It's told entirely from Redwing's perspective. And told very well. It's a mix of Redwing trying to access files/code new missions/other techy stuff and a really pretty prose that never forgets it's a robot relaying the information. It's so cute and wonderful and so tender. I love this robot so much and this robot loves Sam and Bucky even more

And I'm just gonna leave my own fics here Inhale My Soul (coming back from the blip), Quiet Birds Circling in Flight (Sam and Bucky consider Steve’s cenotaph) and Tying Me to You (red string of fate from CA: TWS to the first episode of TFATWS) Both rated T, no archive warnings apply to either

Wow I just realized you never specified Sam/Bucky. I can probably dig out some stucky too (or pynch if you're from the other side of my blog!)

#sambucky #sambucky fic rec #fic rec #fanfiction rec #sambucky fanfiction #sam wilson #bucky barnes #writing #i answer things #these are a few of my favorite things #captain america #the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #fysambuckyweek #fysbmonday #fysbwednesday #fysbfriday

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dirigibleplumbing · 2 years

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fic writer meme

I was tagged by @elcorhamletlive! Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 56 (16 of which are fanart)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 390,774

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Every True Thing, Ashes to Ashes, Into Words, Mobius Strip, and Edges. All are Steve/Tony

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, eventually. I do it because I can and I think it’s a nice thing to do if one can. (I mean “can” in the “emotional and physical capacity” sense, to be clear. I’m slow at it because I don’t always have that capacity. And I have the utmost respect and love for authors who do not have that capacity for literally any reason.)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Probably Lay Me Low. Even in the sequel I’ll never write, which ends with regular Steve and Tony both being back, they’d still be stuck dealing with the aftermath of Secret Empire and everything that happened in my story. It’s tough though because the versions of Steve and Tony in-story at the end are kinda thriving! The same is roughly true of A Borrowed Body. In a way though I think the ending of A Borrowed Body is worse because they both have some awareness of how fucked up what’s happening is.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? I’m gonna go with Down the Aisles because it’s just so fluffy and, of course, their marriage prevents Civil War.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes, though I usually regret them, lol. I adore reading crossovers, though, so I keep writing them. Back in ye olde LiveJournal days there was a multiverse fandom exchange (as far as I know there is no existing archive of these fics) full of the most amazing and bonkers universe combos out there. I still remember one written not long after Order of the Phoenix was released where Sirius passes through the veil and then shows up on Serenity and figures out that River is a witch (in the Harry Potter sense). If that sounds cringe to you then I’m sorry you don’t enjoy fun, except also I totally get you because that’s kinda how I feel about my own crossover fics! I’m not sure how to measure crazy here, but I’m gonna go with my old Leverage x MCU fics. I just don’t know if it’s possible or even desirable to reconcile the anti-corporate, anti-billionaire message of Leverage with, y’know, Tony, and those stories are just short little “the characters I like meet the other characters I like and are FRIENDS” indulgences.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? I don’t know that I’d call it hate, but yes, I get occasional comments from people who don’t like one side of MCU Civil War, don’t think Steve should forgive Tony, don’t think Tony should forgive Steve, etc.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes. I’m not sure I understand this question but pretty much all my smut has D/s overtones even if it’s not outright kinky. There’s often a service element, usually with a service dom. There is also pretty much always penetration of some kind. I’m trying to branch out, lol, but I’m kinda single-minded.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I’m aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! It’s so cool!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, though I’d love to if the right idea/partner came around.

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? So far it’s been Steve/Tony. I will sometimes go months at a time without reading any new stony fic, either reading other ships or mostly pubfic, but so far I’ve found them to have the richest relationship and the most potential stories in them. I also seriously think we have a really high concentration of amazing writers. There are wonderful writers in all the fandoms I read, but I hardly ever encounter fic for other ships that blows me away the way so many Steve/Tony stories do.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I despair of ever finishing my Will/Hannibal post-season-3 road trip fic. I have other WIPs that I’ve just given up on, and others that I’ve gone as long or longer without working on but seriously think I will return to. I even have another Will/Hannibal WIP I started at the same time, also post-season-3 except they’re on a boat, that I feel more confident about completing. The way I want to write Hannibal fic involves a lot of research and intensive dialogue rewrites, because people on that show don’t speak like humans, so anything I write for that fandom is slow going. The boat one gets increasingly surreal, though, which is more freeing, while the road trip one I want to feel grounded in reality and I find that hard to balance with the tone of the show, the murders, the dialogue, etc. But I have the whole thing outlined and there are aspects of it I’m really excited about.

15. What are your writing strengths? I think some of the metaphors/imagery I come up with are awesome. I’m often proud of my plotting, too.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? I mostly like my dialogue in terms of the words that I have characters say, BUT the part where they move their bodies and look at each other while speaking? Definitely a struggle for me. My WIPs have a lot of people looking lookingly with their lookers if you know what I mean. I have other weaknesses for sure but I’m not sure they apply when it comes to fanfic. Like, I love happy endings and don’t worry very much whether they’re 100% “earned” by a narrative. That’s something I want to work on for original fic, but for fanfic I endeavor not to give a shit.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Most of my thoughts about it have to do with accessibility (where are the translations, do those translations work easily on other devices like e-readers, do they work on mobile, do they work with screen readers) but generally I’m neutral about it. I have some Irish dialogue and song lyrics in an early fic, and I have mixed feelings about the style choices I made with it.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter, though I didn’t finish it or publish it. I was approximately 14 years old and wrote it by hand with a purple fountain pen in a spiral-bound lefthanded journal. It was from Luna Lovegood’s POV, had something to do with Sirius Black, and I think it was gen.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I have WIPs in fandoms I haven’t published in yet, mainly Dean/Cas and Kirk/Spock (I’ve technically published a Hannibal fic, it was a short X-Files crossover). There are probably others but that’s all I can think of right now.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Right now it’s The Culling of the Stars. I have an undisclosed WIP that’s sort of my favorite, too, though I wish it would finish itself.

I tag @fanfictiongreenirises @arukou-arukou @kiyaar @hollypunkers @sineala @veryvincible @ishipallthings @ghosthan @oluka @onlymorelove and anyone else who wants to do it!

#I'm definitely forgetting people who I intend to tag #reminder that you can always do one of these and say I tagged you #tag games #my writing #posts I created #also apologies if I tagged someone who has already done this! or if you don't want to be tagged!#my memory sucks when it comes to this kinda tagging stuff

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miss-ingno · 3 years

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Ao3 Tag Game

T1I was tagged by @amethystinawrites! Thank you, friend :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 161 total, 62 of which are locked (so you only see 99 if you’re not logged in)

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

As of Oct 25, 2021 I have 898,020 words posted on Ao3.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

108 works for RTAH RPF, my old main fandom

9 for Guardian (镇魂) which is my current fandom, so expect that number to go up

7 for MCU (including a Jurassic World crossover)

6 for Critical Role (campaign 1 and 2)

6 for Yu-Gi-Oh! (tho most of them are archived from my FFnet days)

5 Dragon Age: Inquisition and 3 Dragon Age II fics

4 for Lazer Team (a RT movie)

4 in Disney’s Descendants (I really should finish the Juma blind date fic)

2 in Harry Potter (both archived from FFnet, a drabble collection + a YGO! crossover)

1 in Assassin’s Creed (the only one I was proud enough to crosspost from FFnet to Ao3 when I made my account, the other archiving happened later :’D)

1 for Leverage (a small OT3 thingie)

1 for Sense8

1 unfinished WIP for The Untamed, which really, I need to get back to

1 Teen Wolf one (never watched the show but read all the fic lol)

1 in Stargate SG-1 (which is a Critical Role crossover, not a pure one)

a very short and unfinished Naruto fic

also a handful of DnD ficlets and 2 stories set in Vigilante2890, a sci-fi comic that doesn’t have a fandom tag (yet) so it’s under Original Work in the drop down menu

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Partners in Crime

Blindfold

The Dwight Timing

Take No Prisoners (Take No Shit)

Just Let Me Know If You Want It (It’s Strictly Physical)

The first 4 are all from RTAH days and contain Mr. Persona Non Grata so I hope I’ll get popular work in other fandoms to dethrone them some day 😅 I’m still proud of my writing - but also Prisoner is my oldest and first in that fandom and doesn’t stand up to my current level of quality/scrutiny RIP but it was also the first time I a) hit 30k in a fic and b) finished a chaptered WIP

Strictly Physical, on the other hand, holds up well enough and honestly kinda sad I didn’t stick around DAII/Fenders fandom for longer because those two were one hell of a ship :D

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

Yes! For one, getting comments leaves me super excited and I want to give that feeling back. For another, I love engaging with readers/my stories/others’ stories, so I also appreciate it when an author replies to my comments, thus I do it, too.

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

Ohhh hm. I tend to go for happy or at least hopeful endings, so let me think.

Eternal Eclipse ends on something of a bittersweet note - it’s hopeful, but the lovers aren’t reunited, and grievances are aired but not necessarily comforted? I tried for soft (I really wanted a happy ending) but decided I should do that in a sequel, which I’m now not gonna write, so :’) we’re stuck with this ending I guess.

And Blood Alone Remains has a different ending for each character because I was playing with the characters all being at a different point in their arcs. So the last scene ends with someone just starting their second act, and another character being thrown in danger, while the main character’s story is more or less wrapped up, but her love interest’s is at a low point...? (I really really loved this concept ngl)

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

Yes! “Craziest” is probably the very short MCU/RTAH thing I did, but the one I’m most proud of is definitely the SG-1/Critical Role fic (Pike and Grog meeting the SG-1 team!)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I tend to receive more generalized anon hate on tumblr, but I’ve gotten a couple questionable comments before. Which I only recall vaguely because I went ahead and pretty much deleted immediately, so I can’t even say what they were about in hindsight. So I guess deleting them worked to delete them from my brain? :’)

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

Yep! All kinds, kinky shit, whatever I’m in the mood for or is fascinating to me. I’m super into a/b/o and d/s stuff, in particular. I’ve got a heat!fic I’m nearly done with that’ll go up soon, and a roleplay cop/arrested scene that’s about halfway done. Kink negotiations are also always fun ngl

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of! But I’ve had a fic “inspire” another very closely before where in hindsight, I kinda wish I’d reacted more strongly, but I didn’t want to offend, and there were differences, it wasn’t straight up plagiarism? Idk that’s always a hard case in fandom.

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

Yes! With the lovely @itskaysno <3 And I’m pretty much always down for collabs! ...if I have the time lol. There’s been a couple writers I was planning to work together with, but then we moved on to different fandoms or life didn’t sync up for long enough to work it out sadly </3

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Right now, I’m stuck in Weilan hell and not leaving, because it’s cozy and warm down here, okay.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

That would be Yu-Gi-Oh! My very first fics were in German on animexx way back when. I started in YGO! roleplay forums, and then wanted a story to continue where my RP partner dropped out, so I rewrote the whole thing

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

I’m really proud of how Dark Stars, Burning Hearts turned out ngl

and it’s probably cheating if it’s a WIP, but I have great hopes for the Arranged Marriage AU and I’m living for the bits I’ve already written 👀 this is how the war is won is also up there, and I’m looking forward to finishing it (hopefully soon) so I can share!

*takes a deep breath* *rubs hands* Alright! Tagging @itskaysno @ganglylimbs @shadeofazmeinya @sorcererinslytherin @sailorbryant @kahnah23 @midwintersong @fornhaus @elenothar @sasamelons @bird-armadda @buriedbybooks @uy8hg @ishipallthings and anyone else who wants to play!

#ingno writes #wip games #fic games #tag you're it!#I really need to sit down with Blood Alone Remains and take it apart again #I think I could probably do quite an original story based on that premise #I just need to figure out more politics world building to make it work lol #(and it needs more words #which tbf I was on a time limit and had a lot more I wanted to do with it)

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Morning After

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Gordon, Scott

A part two/sequel to my fluffember fic Night Out. Not properly proof read and will probably go through some revisions before I archive it, but two Tracys, two hangovers, and one bed! Fluff time~

The first thing Gordon noticed upon awaking was that he was very much not alone in bed. A warm body was pressed up against him, arm draped over his chest in a quite frankly too tight embrace for sleep and the steady in and out of warm breath fluttered against his neck. Brain addled with sleep, he couldn’t identify who they were – surely Lady Penelope wouldn’t be quite so heavy, not that they were anywhere near the sleeping in the same bed stage of any relationship – and attempted to pull away.

That was scuppered by the fact that not only did his mysterious bedfellow have him pinned with the arm across his chest, but that his own arm was trapped beneath their body and was entirely dead because whoever they were was heavy.

Resorting to actually opening his eyes – and wincing at the light streaming in through the windows (was it that late already, and ow how much had he drunk last night?) – he squinted in the direction of his shoulder, where their head was pressed, to see dark brown hair.

Oh, yeah. Now he remembered.

After the absolute disaster that had been the end of their night out, he and Parker had all but dragged Scott to bed, where they’d determined that yes, he was concussed but it really was only minor and most of his behaviour was just because he was drunk. Gordon, as the responsible and caring little brother, had still decided it would be a good idea to spend the night with him, just in case. The bed was plenty big enough for both of them, so what was the problem?

The problem, he was now discovering, was that a drunk Scott was a cuddly Scott, and at some point during the night, Gordon had been relegated to plushie status.

Scowling, he prodded his brother’s cheek.

“Wake up, Scott,” he grumbled. Scott was typically a light sleeper – like Gordon – and woke up at dawn (like Gordon). Also like Gordon, he appeared to have lost both of those traits that morning. Instead of snapping awake, instantly alert, and getting off, Scott grumbled something unintelligible and tightened his grip. Damn alcohol. Why had they thought going out drinking was a good idea?

Well, the evening had been fun until Stool-Bastard decided to ruin it.

“Scoooooooott,” he groaned, jabbing his older brother again. It was even less effective than his first attempt, and he frowned. It was probably just the alcohol, but at the same time he was concussed, even if only mildly. “Scott!”

Whether it was simply a case of third time’s the charm, or if the change of tone had alerted Scott’s inner Smother Hen, that got a slightly more awake groan.

“Shuddup,” Scott grumbled. “Tw’early.”

“I’m fairly sure this is a lie-in by your standards, bro,” Gordon commented, nudging him again and making a fresh attempt to free himself from his brother’s hold. “Are you going to let go any time soon? Nature’s calling and all that.”

The noise he got in response was a clear protest.

“Scott, I love you, bro, but I’m not your plushie or your girlfriend. Or boyfriend, for that matter.”

“Mhrr?”

Honestly, if Gordon wasn’t mildly concerned about the concussion, this would be quite amusing. He’d never seen Scott this clingy in his life and the potential blackmail was stacking up with every passing second.

(He made a mental note to drink with him more often, as long as there were no Stool-Bastards around to concuss his brother.)

“Scott. Bro. Let go.” He punctuated the words with another, fiercer, escape attempt. It was enough to dislodge Scott’s head from his shoulder – or would have been, if Gordon hadn’t realised the danger and caught it. Counter-productive to his freedom, but he wasn’t risking that concussion with anything, even just a fall onto the pillow. “Scott, I will yell for Parker and then everyone will know there’s a cuddle monster in there.”

“M’nster?” Scott mumbled. “Wha’ m’nster, Grds? ‘Sno m’nster.”

“So you are listening to me! Sort of.” Gordon sighed loudly and dramatically, because he really did need to breathe, thank you, Scott. “There is a monster and it’s called Scott Carpenter Tracy, so if he would wake up properly and let a squid breathe it would be much appreciated.”

“’M ‘wake,” his brother protested, sounding about as far from awake as it was possible to be.

“Yeah, no,” Gordon said flatly. “This is not awake. And I really, really, need you to wake up, Scott.”

Right now, the only thing separating Scott from early morning Virgil was the lack of growling. It would be fantastic blackmail if it wasn’t so worrying. Gentle persuasion was clearly not working, and Gordon needed to be sure this was just typical hungover Scott and not a sign that the concussion was worse than they’d thought.

He pinched Scott’s cheek. Hard.

“Ow!” The arm that had been pinning Gordon’s chest moved, hand coming to rub at the abused cheek. “Gordon, what the hell?”

In answer, Gordon tugged at the arm still pinned under his brother, and swallowed a cry of victory when Scott shifted enough for him to reclaim it. Pins and needles immediately sparked to life in his previously numb arm, and he hissed.

Scott’s arm wrapped back around him, although not quite so tightly, and he groaned.

“Are you still drunk, Scott?”

The negative response was muffled by his neck – because apparently Scott hadn’t moved his head at all. “Hungover,” his brother continued, sounding less than pleased about that fact. “And concussed.”

Well, if he could recognise that, it definitely couldn’t have been too serious.

Doing his best to ignore the buzzing pins and needles in his arm – success on that front was minimal – Gordon ran his hand lightly over the back of Scott’s head, where he’d been hit. Scott made a quiet noise of protest but didn’t pull away.

“So hungover Scott is as much of a cuddle monster as drunk Scott?” he queried.

“Shuddup.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” he chirped. “But seriously, bro, you need to let go now, okay?”

There was a pause, and Gordon could see the moment Scott realised he was being clingy by the way his spine stiffened. A split second later, his brother was rolling off of his shoulder and releasing him.

Not one to be caught a second time, Gordon immediately sat up and regretted it as his head reminded him that he too had been drinking the previous evening, and just because he’d snapped into something vaguely responsible when Scott was attacked didn’t mean the alcohol had miraculously vanished.

A quiet groan later, and he stumbled his way out of the bed. Nature really was calling, after all, and he ignored his brother’s mumbled attempt at his name – enough concern seeping into his voice that Gordon was confident it was just Smother Hen attempting to appear – to answer.

Scott was still in bed when he returned, now face down in the pillows and looking about as pathetic as Gordon had ever seen him. Wincing at the mild throbbing in his own head, Gordon made his way over and perched on the bed.

“How’s the head?” he asked.

Scott’s answering groan was closer to a whine. Gordon took that as a cue to lean over and take a closer look, only for his hands to be batted away by a disgruntled Scott, who then pulled another pillow over the top of his head in a move much more reminiscent of Alan.

“Don’t do that,” Gordon scolded, tugging it back. “You’ll suffocate yourself.” Scott made another wordless noise of protest.

Hungover Scott was, Gordon was discovering, a priceless source of entertainment.

“Fine, I won’t touch,” he promised, setting the pillow down out of Scott’s immediate reach. “How about I call Parker and get him to bring up some water?”

He could certainly do with some.

“’ff til shuddyup,” Scott mumbled into the pillow. Gordon took that as a yes and pressed the call button.

Parker materialised in the doorway so quickly he could well have been waiting there. In his hands was a tray, carrying a pitcher of water and two plain glass tumblers. To Gordon’s delight, there was also-

“h’Aspirin, for your ‘angovers.” Parker eyed both of them with what Gordon hoped was amusement and not disapproval. “Mr Scott, ‘ow h’are you feeling?”

He got the same groan of misery Gordon had been awarded earlier. Parker’s expression changed to something that looked fondly sympathetic; Gordon would love to know what Scott had done to get himself in Parker’s soft spot.

The tray was put down in Gordon’s reach, and he took the hint to help himself as the butler perched on the other side of the bed, hand lightly on Scott’s shoulder.

“Come h’on, Mr Scott,” he coaxed. “h’If you sit h’up, there’s water and h’aspirin.”

Scott grumbled but, miraculously, moved. He first pushed himself over onto his side, and then collapsed the rest of the way onto his back. Clearly, his spatial awareness was still offline, because the manoeuvre put him awkwardly draped over Gordon’s hip.

“Up you get,” Gordon encouraged, using the leverage to slip an arm underneath his brother’s shoulders and nudge him. From behind an arm, blue eyes shot him a baleful glare.

Still, Scott reluctantly obeyed, dragging himself upright and hunching forwards with another groan.

“Drink.” Gordon pressed a glass of water into his brother’s hand.

He wasn’t sure Scott had ever obeyed him without complaint before, rescues notwithstanding. It was a little bizarre to see his older brother promptly raise the glass to his lips and take a gulp without so much as a disapproving look.

While Gordon was for the moment content to uphold his agreement not to touch, he did find himself peering closely at the back of Scott’s head as he wrapped his arm around his back to support him.

Nothing seemed wrong, although he was willing to bet it was throbbing something awful, especially combined with the hangover. To help, he slipped a dose of aspirin into Scott’s hand, and watched the tablets get swallowed down with as much eagerness as his brother had shown for anything since they’d woken up.

Satisfied for the moment that Scott was handled, he continued his own drink, enjoying the bliss of his own aspirin as it began to take the edge off the headache he was attempting to ignore. Parker, bless the man, had made sure the curtains were closed, preventing the worst of the sun from assaulting his eyes, and with a bit of shuffling, he relocated until he was leaning against the head of the bed.

The sudden appearance of brown in his periphery as a weight settled on his shoulder was thoroughly unexpected.

“Scott?” he asked, looking across to see his brother had joined him and was apparently trying to mimic the previous night by using him as a pillow.

“Shuddup, Gordon,” Scott grumbled, but didn’t pull his head back or make any attempt to straighten from his slumped posture.

Oh, there was so much blackmail to be had here. Gordon reminded himself that he wanted to go out again with Scott, to see what he was like without the concussion messing things up. Just… maybe later.

After his head stopped complaining about last night.

He must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing he knew, there were low voices in conversation and a click of a camera.

Dragging open eyes he didn’t remember closing, there was something blue and green and-

Uh oh.

“That makes one of you awake.”

Virgil sounded amused, at least. Gordon yawned, but found himself unable to stretch. Something was weighing down his left side, and as he glanced across he saw a shock of brown bedhead.

Huh, how had he missed that earlier?

And when had Virgil turned up? He wasn’t supposed to be picking them up until late afternoon.

“You’re early,” he accused, trying to escape pillow-duty and finding that his arm had at some point wrapped around Scott’s waist, holding him close.

“I’m not.” Virgil came closer, amusement fading to concern as he reached for Scott’s head and gently probed with his fingers. Parker had told him, then. “You two slept the whole day away.”

Scott grumbled discontentedly and burrowed further into Gordon’s shoulder, away from Virgil’s investigations. Their medic brother was not so easily deterred, however, and a subconscious hand trying to bat him away was instead captured and passed to Gordon to restrain.

“How is he?” Gordon asked, obediently clasping his brother’s wrist to stop him pushing Virgil away. He was fairly confident that Scott was fine, but Virgil was undeniably better at diagnoses.

“Stubbornly thick-headed,” Virgil concluded after another few moments. Blue eyes opened a crack, and the wrist in Gordon’s grip tugged harder. Virgil, ever attuned to their biggest brother, immediately swooped in with a penlight, which Scott grumbled loudly about. “Should clear up in the next day or two. Welcome back to the land of the living, Scott.”

“Did you have to shine that in my eye the moment I woke up?” their big brother complained, sounding much more like himself again.

Virgil was thoroughly unrepentant.

“Get dressed, you two,” he said. “It’s time to go home.”

“Already?” Scott winced, dragging himself upright and raising a hand to the side of his head. “Urgh.”

“It’s late afternoon, as agreed,” Virgil informed him. “Don’t worry, you’ve got another forty-eight hours of downtime to go.” He eyed them both, and Gordon realised that despite Scott raising his head they were still rather tangled together. “I’ll meet you in the drawing room when you’re ready. Don’t go back to sleep.”

“F.A.B.,” Gordon chirped, unwinding his arm from around Scott’s waist as his older brother peeled himself away from him.

One more assessing look from warm brown eyes – mostly focused Scott’s way – and Virgil left the room.

“Well, I’d say that’s time to move,” Gordon quipped once the door shut, leaving the two of them alone. “You good to get up?”

“I’m fine,” Scott retorted, inelegantly clambering off the large bed and narrowly avoiding face-planting the floor. There was the stubborn big brother Gordon knew. “Get dressed, Gordon.”

Gordon eyed him as he regained his balance and headed for his packed bag, before concluding that Scott was probably stubborn enough to not fall over. As the Creighton-Ward Manor was far from small, he himself had his own room, which was where his bag was waiting for him, so with one last assessing look at his big brother, he slipped out to get his stuff.

Scott was no doubt expecting him to go downstairs to join Virgil and Lady Penelope once he was presentable – and on any other occasion, Gordon would be doing exactly that, especially as he’d managed to sleep the day away instead of spending it with Lady Penelope as planned – but he was still concerned about Scott, so with his bag slung over his shoulder he returned to his brother’s room.

His brother was dressed and attempting to tame his bedhead when he walked in, pot of gel on the vanity table as he glowered at the mirror. Of course, Scott couldn’t possibly be seen with a hair out of place. Gordon rolled his eyes as his brother’s reflection winced, fingers obviously catching the origin of his concussion.

“Sit down,” he ordered. Scott jumped, apparently having missed him coming up behind him despite looking in the mirror.

“Gordon?”

“That’s me, bro.” Gordon hooked a foot around the stool and yanked it behind Scott before putting a hand on his shoulder and pressing down. “Sit.”

“What do you want?” Scott didn’t budge, a hint of suspicion in his voice. “I’m almost done.”

“You’ve barely started,” Gordon rebuked, flicking a particularly flyaway section of hair. “Virgil won’t wait forever, you know.” He put both his hands on Scott’s shoulders and pushed again. His brother reluctantly sank down onto the seat.

“Gordon, what are you doing?” Scott demanded. Gordon let his bag fall to the lushly carpeted floor and scooped up the hair gel.

“Doing your hair.”

“What?” His brother swivelled around sharply, before wincing. Gordon rolled his eyes again and gently prodded him into facing forwards again.

“You can watch what I’m doing in the mirror,” he reminded him, running his fingers lightly through his brother’s bedhead. At least part of it was obviously caused by using his shoulder as a pillow.

Blue eyes locked with his suspiciously via the mirror. He grinned at them.

“Relax, Scott,” he soothed. “I’m not going to do anything you wouldn’t.” He wasn’t even sure why he’d decided to take over his brother’s hair-care routine, except Scott had looked like he was going to fall over the way he’d been standing, and maybe he was still worried.

“You’d better not,” his brother threatened, which was also a surrender and permission. Gordon ran his fingers through a few more times, catching the flyaway strands and reminding them where they usually settled before scooping some gel out of the pot to work into the brown hair.

It wasn’t quite up to Scott’s usual standards, because Gordon wasn’t Scott and didn’t usually use so much hair gel – and also because no matter how gentle he was, Scott still flinched when his fingers brushed where he’d been bashed. Still, it was a pretty good attempt, if he did say so himself, and Scott wasn’t voicing any complaints.

Then again, Scott was probably surprised Gordon had done as promised and not added any twists to the hairstyle. Another time, maybe.

“All done,” he declared, after one last time running his fingers through. Scott squinted at the mirror, touching his hair lightly, before passing judgement.

“It’ll do.”

Coming from Scott, that was suspiciously high praise. Gordon eyed him as he pulled himself to his feet.

“You okay, bro?” he asked.

“Fine.” The response was so fast it had to be automatic, but Scott made no move to retract it. Instead, he reclaimed the pot of hair gel and tossed it in his bag. Gordon stooped to retrieve his own, slinging it over one shoulder. “Best not to keep Virgil waiting, otherwise he’ll come see what’s taking us so long.”

He wasn’t wrong. Gordon was somewhat surprised their brother hadn’t already returned to check up on them. He said as much, and Scott gave a grimaced smile.

Big brother could dish the smothering, but he wasn’t so good at taking it.

“I’m fine,” he said, despite the fact they both knew his head was still hurting him. Scott shouldered his bag and headed towards the door, only to pause and wrap an arm around Gordon’s shoulders in a clear half-hug. “But thanks for looking out for me last night.”

The words were accompanied by a smile, and Gordon reached out to squeeze him back.

“What else was I supposed to do?” he asked, only half-joking. “You’re my brother. I get dibs on messing with you, not some drunk down the pub.”

Scott huffed out a laugh. “Love you, too, little brother. Now we need to find Virgil before he starts worrying.”

As though he thought he’d ever stopped. Still, Gordon grinned. “Let’s get you home, big brother.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #gordon tracy #scott tracy #aloysius parker #virgil tracy #fluffember #tsari writes fanfiction #thunderfluff

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sassysnowperson · 3 years

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writer's meme - TY to @r0b0tb0y for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

168 - oh man that's more than I'd realized. I passed 150 and didn't even notice!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,133,901

So many.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Since r0b0tb0y and I were just talking about this, I conveniently have a list of all 20 ranked by number of works

134 - Star Wars 7 - Original Works 7 - Marvel 2 - Pirates of The Carribean 2 - The Old Guard 2 - Discworld 1 - Good Omens 1 - Leverage 1 - The Good Place 1 - Avatar: The Last Airbender 1 - Ocean’s 11 1 - Harry Potter 1 - The Goblin Emperor 1 - Gundam Wing 1 - Star Trek: TNG 1 - Hades (Videogame) 1 - Sailor Moon 1 - Russian Doll 1 - Mummy/Wonder Woman crossover

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Lol, looking at my top five - it falls into two categories

1. Fics I wrote right at the height of a fandom's popularity that got a massive reader boost because it was the Hot Thing Right Then

2. Star Wars Fix-Its

A Series of Better Decisions - A Padme/Obi-Wan/Anakin SW Prequel Trilogy fix-it where Anakin talks to Obi-Wan and spends Revenge of the Sith in a stressed-out bisexual panic instead of becoming a Space Fascist. He winds up fake-poly-dating Obi-Wan to try to bring down Palpatine, and eventually winds up in a better place due to the power of Quitting Your Job and becoming a househusband.

Galactic Response Time - Captain Marvel - an at the time MCU canon-compliant gen fic that ran the universe forward and explained how Carol really TRIED to show up for all those other crises that happened, but it turns out most of the major MCU disasters only lasted like three days and space is real big, y'all. Featuring Nick Fury cathartically bitching with his Space Bestie.

New Lands for the Living - Fix-it where the sequel trilogy ends Even Worse, Poe goes back in time to mercy-kill the timeline, and much to his dismay winds up married to just-before-Original-Trilogy Luke Skywalker. He has an existential crisis about his own existence, meets some competent women, and starts fixing things.

Life's Little Pleasures - The Good Omens fic where I put all my ace feelings, featuring metaphysical bonding and good scotch.

Flustered - Another Padme/Anakin/Obi-Wan SW Prequel Trilogy fix-it, where Order 66 never happens. Anakin gets some therapy and Padme gets a horrible crush on Obi-Wan.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I love getting to talk to people about fics, and I so appreciate people making the effort to comment I want to spend some time with them! It's so much easier not to comment, I know.

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

Hmmm this is not my normal wheelhouse. I usually go angst that gets resolved by the end. Let me look to see what the options are.

Okay, I think we've got two contendors: In Waystation an exhausted Poe Dameron crash-lands in a station where a Bodhi Rook that lived and then hid now lives with Baze and Chirrut. There is a little epilgue that implies they're going to meet again, but the bulk of the fic does end with Poe making the decision to go back to the Resistance, and leaving Bodhi behind. Still, I think it's more wistful, rather than angsty.

Time Enough for Mourning takes it though, I think. Davits Draven/Antoc Merrick, that is entirely about Draven mourning the fact that Antoc has died. The end is still, I think, more cathartic than angsty, but it is overall probably the strongest "break out the waterworks" of my fics.

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

I do occasionally, usually when someone prompts me and I find something in there that makes my brain go!!! I think the strangest is probably The Face Underneath. It's a Cassian Andor/Elim Garak fic where I drag Garak into the Star Wars Universe for a triple drabble series where he is an old mentor of Cassian's.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Mmm, not proper hate. Realtalk, the most devastating one for me was when I posted a fic that the only comment was a spelling critique.

And yes, there was a spelling error, but still, very crushing to have that be the only feedback. (It has since found a few readers that said nice things, very healing :D)

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes! Uh - consensual, between adults, often M/M adults, tho I have written explicit femslash, hetfic, and poly piles. It's usually affectionate, often plays with power dynamics even if it doesn't go into full dom/sub.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that anyone has made me aware of, I've never looked.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Had a request or two, but never been linked the result - so not sure if it didn't happen or if I just didn't get linked. I welcome it!

I have had several fics podficced, and I LOVE that. What a joy! Making a blanket permission statement that allowed podfic is one of the best decisions I've made as a fic author. Suddenly, Podfic!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Once or twice! I like the idea of doing it, but follow-through is hard. Hoping to do some co-writing soon though, so we will see!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Sorry, unrepentant multi-shipper here. I like possibilities, and finding the story that will bring people together, more than one specific thing.

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

I don't have ANYTHING I've given up on, but there are a few fics in my unpublished drafts that were beautiful ideas, and really struggled to become contained stories. They all want to be sprawling things, and I have not felt sprawling-thing-writing passionate about those ideas. But, you never know! Inspiration may strike.

What are your writing strengths?

I'd say character voice, along with that, dialogue. Also humor moments that still have real weight and don't undercut the story, as well as straight comedy writing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

You see, I, uh, do this thing where I don't really end a sentence - I think about ending it, I even assume, at some point while I'm writing that I have ended it; I have not and it meanders, persistently, until I have constructed a whole paragraph made out of one chain of words and a hodgepodge of punctuation.

Also the thing where I accidentally use an unusual word five times in one paragraph because my brain has grabbed onto it like an excited puppy and keeps offering it up as the Perfect Word.

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

I love having multilingual characters. When writing, I tend to keep all the words in English and use dialogue tags to denote language shift - unless I am inventing the language, or have a speaker of that language willing to beta the bits to make sure I don't mess them up too badly.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Actually wrote and posted? Rogue One.

Fandom of my heart my younger self spun out stories in my imagination about? Where if I had my own computer and easy access to a fic archive they almost certainly would have become spectacularly earnest fics?

ReBoot and Sailor Moon. The Sailor Moon was an AU that took place on the sun and they all had kick-ass horses. Baby Sass knew what was up.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Nope, sorry, can't pick, love them all in different ways for different reasons.

Tagging: @semisweetshadow, @anamelesstraveler, @jules-of-the-crown - and generally if you follow me and want to do it, do so and tag me in it!

#fic talk #about the writer #long post #text post

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Two Birds with One Stone (Bit 6 and The End)

Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Bit 4 | Bit 5 | Bit 6

I finished it! Yay! Still @godsliltippy ‘s fault. I’m just happy to have this one off my plate because yesterday I wrote 2000 words of a new fic! I’m incurable, I have to say ::headdesk:: Like I have so many waiting to be finished ::wails::

But lookie! I finished one ::distracts all with this single finished fic waving it around with glee::

Many thank to @tsarinatorment @scribbles97 and @janetm74 for all their support through this fic and of course to Tippy for sparking it in the first place with this glorious piece of art!

I can actually archive something cos it is finished! Yay!

I hope you enjoy it...cos it is finished! It’s a miracle!

-o-o-o-

“A combine harvester?!”

“Totally cool sounding, don’t you think? I’m adding it to my list.”

Virgil stared at his brother. “You have a list? Of what?”

“Dramatic stuff. Near misses. Things worth bragging about at the bar.”

Virgil blinked, fortunately with both eyes this time, since the swelling was starting to go down.

He was sitting up in bed, surrounded by flowers. Grandma had gone all out this time with two boys in the hospital. Fortunately, they wouldn’t be in much longer.

Alan had dragged in one of Virgil’s sketchbooks and to Virgil’s surprise, he had found the energy to draw for a little while, though his head wouldn’t take much.

And his head was more than one problem.

He was missing half his hair.

And he looked stupid.

Worse, there was a jagged slice in his scalp where apparently a piece of that combine harvester had made it through his helmet and nearly sliced him in half.

The thought was downright alarming and he shunted it to the back of his mind with not a little terror.

He would examine it later.

Later.

But the problem at the moment, apart from the bandages that conveniently hid the issue temporarily, he only had half a head of hair and it looked stupid.

He had to appreciate that Gordon hadn’t laughed. In fact, none of his brothers had laughed at him. He couldn’t fault them for that.

Though there was a sparkle in Gordon’s eye that foretold at least one comment in the future, even if it was fond and caring.

Besides…

He kept waking up to find Gordon sitting on the end of his bed.

It was done with nonchalance and a smile, but Virgil was beginning to suspect an underlying cause. Not that he couldn’t acknowledge that he was happy to see his little brother and sharing a room with him in hospital was actually a boon to the medical process, but honestly, Virgil was beginning to worry.

“Don’t you have a list?”

Of course, a fish without a pond tended to be a bored fish.

“No, not really.”

“You don’t count successful rescues?”

“John and Scott keep records. I don’t like to dwell.”

His little brother shrugged. “I get that.”

There was silence for a while and Virgil let himself settle back into his pillow. Dosing was a rare pleasure.

“So, you don’t take advantage of being a hero even a tiny bit?”

Virgil blinked and frowned. “What?”

Gordon rolled over holding his injured arm and settled so he could see Virgil clearly. “You know, leverage a little heroism to start a conversation? Get one up on the stiffs at parties?”

He stared at his brother. “Are you having trouble at Penny’s charity functions?”

“Nooo.”

Okay, that meant yes. “You should talk to her, Gords.” He shrugged. “Need a wingman? I could come with.” Though he had to admit, he could see where Gordon was coming from. Some of those attendees were definitely stiffs who had never lifted a finger to help anyone but themselves in their entire lives.

“I can handle it.”

Okay, Virgil was definitely filching an invite to the next one. Could even drag in Scott. Big bro would torch the social scene. He wasn’t a fan, but he could play...to every other man’s detriment.

Or Virgil could ask John. Having a genius brother in orbit who had a daughter who had been told off several times already for influencing the stock market was an advantage.

“Virgil, stop the plotting. It is fine. I’ve got this. I just flex a little muscle, mention a few scars and spin a few tales. Joe WallStreet, or whatever they call it in London, doesn’t stand a chance.”

He eyed his brother. The urge to step in was strong.

Gordon smirked. “It is fine. Besides, you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon with that hairstyle.”

It was an obvious subject change, but it still earned Gordon a blistering glare. “Shut up.”

A snort and Gordon capitulated. “Don’t worry, bro, it’s cool. Shave the other side, get yourself some tatts and no one will ever question you on a rescue ever again.” The second snort was almost a giggle.

If only he could reach Gordon, clap him up the head.

There must have been something in his expression because Gordon burst out laughing, rolling on the bed, holding his arm to his side.

“You’re an ass.”

“And you, my dear artist bro, are entertaining.”

“Shove it.”

But at least Gordon was smiling.

Virgil would take that any day.

-o-o-o-

Gordon was up and about long before Virgil and took to disappearing from time to time into the depths of the hospital, often with one brother or the other and on several occasions, with Penelope.

Virgil didn’t get out much. He still had headaches and occasional dizzy spells, a lead on from a massive concussion and was the reason why they were still in hospital. Virgil had no doubt Gordon could probably have gone home, but was hanging about just because Virgil couldn’t.

If it pinned Gordon under medical observation and not in the ocean after such a serious injury, Virgil wasn’t going to argue. But it was frustrating that he himself wasn’t very mobile and he was sick of staring at the ceiling tiles.

They always bugged him as his artistic brain always constructed designs out of them and they always lacked symmetry.

Grandma, Alan, John, Scott and even Kayo were regular visitors. The Tracy clan had parked themselves in a nearby hotel, no doubt fueling both news agencies and the local economy.

Virgil just wanted to go home.

And Scott was out of sorts.

Scott was always out of sorts when a member of the family was injured, but this was different. And it was bugging Virgil.

Between his own injuries and the inability to pin his brother down due to interruptions and the lack of alone time, whatever it was that was bugging Scott was festering.

Topeka hospital was a familiar place to all of them. It had been their local major hospital for much of their formative years and considering the tornado seasons and IR responses, a regular delivery point for rescuees. There was a rooftop garden that had been sat in on several occasions in the past and it was with some conniving that Virgil spoke to Kayo to arrange for a corner of it to be secured so Virgil could go and sit up there for a bit of fresh air and privacy with his big brother.

He had no doubt that Scott knew he was being railroaded, but the lack of protest just emphasised how troubled his big brother was.

The sounds of the city below were no longer familiar and Virgil found himself longing for the ocean and the quiet of Tracy Island. It was evening, the sun having just set and the sky was a welcome sight after being confined to ceiling tiles for a few days, but the stars were dim, hidden by light pollution and a touch of smog.

It made him even more homesick.

“You okay, Virg?”

Scott had pushed him up here in a hoverchair. Virgil still needed it due to the dizzy spells and it ticked him off to no end. “Just homesick.”

Hi brother sighed. “Won’t be long. A couple of days and I’ll take you down to the beach and you can lay on the sand and stare at the stars to your heart’s content.”

Virgil shot him a glare. “I’m not John.”

“But you miss the stars anyway.”

Virgil grumbled. “I’m just used to seeing them.” He waved at hand at the sky. “It’s not the same.”

“Uh huh.” Scott was smiling in that condescending big brother knows better way he was so good at.

“Shut up.”

Scott didn’t stop grinning, he just dragged the ‘chair backwards until it nestled beside a park bench and then sat himself down beside Virgil.

They sat in silence for a while and Virgil let the soundscape seep into him. It was quieter up here than inside the hospital. There was a breeze with the scent of farmland under that pervasive smell of the city and cooling concrete. The breeze spoke of a possible storm in the distance. Virgil hoped it wasn’t a supercell. He had had enough of tornadoes for some time.

He missed the scent of the sea.

A sigh. He was being pathetic and falling into the doldrums over nothing. He was getting better. He would be home soon.

And screw it, he would plant his butt on a beach and drag Scott with him just to piss him off.

“You okay?”

Huh? Scott was peering at him, that worry ever persistent in the darkness of his eyes.

“It is you who I’m worried about.” So, it was defensive, big deal. Needed to start the conversation somehow.

“Me? I’m not the one who took on a combine harvester and nearly lost.”

“It wasn’t exactly a choice, you know.”

“I know.” It was quiet and Virgil knew he had hit the nail on the head.

“Talk to me, Scott.”

“About what?”

Virgil flat-eyed glared at him. “About whatever has been bugging you the last few days.”

“I would have thought that was obvious with two brothers in the hospital.” Definitely defensive.

“No. This is more.”

“What? There are degrees? I don’t need analysis, Virg.”

Virgil pressed his lips together. “You’re hurting. You’re not talking. What other recourse do I have?”

“Do you need one?”

“Of course, I do! You’re you! Whatever this is, it’s weighing on you and I hate to see you in pain.”

“I’m not in pain. It’s you who was injured.”

“If you’re trying to tell me that doesn’t affect you, you’re either lying through your teeth or I should be even more worried because you’ve obviously suffered brain damage of some kind and are no longer the Scott Tracy I know. Perhaps I should check you for a holographic disguise.”

Scott let out an annoyed scoff and shot to his feet, his actions agitated. “Virg, it’s nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“Goddamnit, Virgil-“

“Talk to me!” And yelling apparently hurt his head, because it throbbed in protest. He grit his teeth and glared up at his brother. Please, Scott, for both our sakes.

“It was close, okay? Too damned close.”

Virgil swallowed. He knew that. “Not the first time.”

“So, I should be used to it by now?” Despite the darkness, Scott was lit up with internal fire.

“No.”

But he had finally triggered the avalanche and Scott spilled it all over him.

“Do you have any idea how close this was? Millimetres and you wouldn’t be here anymore, Virg.”

“Again, not the first time.”

“But it was so senseless!” Scott’s hands shot out palm up, desperate for understanding. “You weren’t even in the middle of a rescue. The sky just opened up, stabbed down a twister and threw a chunk of farm machinery at you. It lasted mere seconds and it nearly took both of you. Why? If you had landed a few metres further away, if you had been a few seconds later in arrival, hell, the margin for error was astronomical, yet, it still happened. I nearly lost you and Gordy for no damned reason whatsoever!”

“You need a reason?”

“Goddamned, I do! If I’m going to lose a brother, at least it should be for a reason. A sacrifice made for the good of all.”

“You know it doesn’t work that way.” Virgil’s heart was thudding in his chest.

“Well, it should. We do so much, sacrifice so much already, I don’t think it is too much to ask. We’ve already lost...” Scott shoved his face into his hands and parked himself back on the park bench. “Why the hell do you ask me these things?”

Ever so quiet. “Because they need to be asked.”

“I hate it.”

“I know.”

“I nearly lost you for nothing.”

“We were there for a reason. We both went in knowing the danger, you know that.”

“Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

“I’d be worried if it did.” Virgil sighed. “We survived, Scott. Thanks to you. You were fast enough.”

The grunt and groan that made it out between his brother’s fingers was pain itself.

The hoverchair made it awkward, but Virgil reached out and snagged his big brother with an arm and hauled him in the best he could. Scott, of course, protested, but Virgil’s arms were not injured and he was always smug that he had at least one thing racked up on the achievement scale that beat his almighty big brother and that was strength.

So, Scott was dragged into a hug whether he wanted it or not.

“Still here.”

Scott grumbled something unintelligible.

“Gords is adding it to his story list to tell at Penny’s parties.”

“He’s what?”

Distraction achieved.

“Wanna drop by Penny’s next charity dinner and play wingman to Gords? You get to take a few stiffs down a peg or million. Apparently, a few asses need a big brother kicking. We can break out Johnny and Eos for extra fun, if you like.”

“Who’s been messing with Gordon?” There it was. Exactly the trigger point needed.

“The Joe Wallstreets seem to think they are better than a fish Tracy.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Want to help me educate them? Though admittedly Gords was doing quite well on his own, higher education is always a good thing.”

Scott was staring at him in the darkness. It was obvious his brother knew exactly what Virgil was doing.

“I’ll be there.”

“Great. It will be good PR for whatever charity Penny is supporting. With a bit of luck we can play it to her advantage as well.”

Scott was still staring at him.

“What?”

Ever so quiet. “What would I do without you?”

Virgil swallowed, desperately ignoring all the implications and the reverse of that question. “Here’s hoping we never find out.”

Scott sighed and let his head drop onto Virgil’s shoulder.

Virgil just tugged him a little tighter and returned to trying to see the stars.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #thunderbirds fanart #godsliltippy

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dotsayers · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

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

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

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

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

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

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy

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

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

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

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

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

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

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

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

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

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

#gin i can't BELIEVE you wrote for xiaolin showdown. iconic #text post tag #tagged in #writing tag

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listentotheshityousay · 3 years

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Opening Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I was tagged by the wonderful @actualbird, so I’ve compiled my first lines from the latest completed fics on ao3:

1. Two months after the team relocates to Portland, Eliot receives a phone call from a number he doesn’t recognize just as he’s loading the dishwasher. (a bite of my heart, Leverage)

2. There are three things that Eliot has begrudgingly, painfully, wholeheartedly accepted and made his peace with: (getting me through the night, Leverage)

3. Quinn is nineteen when he meets Eliot Spencer. (stuck in the dark, Leverage)

4. Eliot’s been to a lot of places around the world. (down like new york city (wild like los angeles), Leverage

5. Eliot doesn’t realize it until he’s already knocked the other guy out. (like you touch nobody, Leverage)

6. Quinn is peering down the scope of his sniper rifle when somebody steps in front of his target, blocking her off from view. (what’s left of my right mind, Leverage)

7. This is probably the worst idea they’ve ever had. (fun in a minute (when we could push all the limits), Leverage)

8. It’s twenty minutes after midnight when Quinn gets a call from an unknown number. (never been the best (at letting go), Leverage)

9. When Tony wakes up, it’s in the middle of his funeral. (some I had to leave behind, MCU)

10. After everybody pays their respects at Mr. Sta—Tony’s funeral, after watching the arc reactor float away until Peter can barely see it, Happy and Pepper herd the guests back into the cabin. (The Iron Inheritance, MCU)

11. There is no true beginning to fear. (all resistance wearing thin, The Magnus Archives)

12. It starts like this: it’s the night of Jeremy’s birthday and they’ve gotten themselves marvelously drunk to celebrate the fact that they can now both be legally wasted. (a little bit of tender, Be More Chill)

13. The morning the audition results are posted, Michael drags Jeremy by the wrist to the bulletin board outside the auditorium and doesn’t let go while Jeremy reads the cast list. (Endgame, Be More Chill)

14. It's a regular Saturday afternoon at the mall when it all goes to hell. (for your eyes only, Be More Chill)

15. Michael is seventeen when the monster takes Jeremy. (across the river, into the sea, Be More Chill)

16. It’s three minutes to seven when Brooke feels a weight press onto her stomach, specifically right over her bladder. (Restoration, Reparation, Be More Chill)

17. “So,” Jenna says at lunch, “what’s up with you and Ashley Parker?” (Protector, Be More Chill)

18. There are days when Michael misses music. (you say you're okay (I'm gonna heal you anyway), Be More Chill)

19. Aaron Davis doesn’t see the news until hours later, after his ice cream melted into goo and the webbing that trapped his hand finally dissolved enough for him to unstick himself from his car. (a little gray area (where I can keep you safe), MCU)

20. Shamelessly Queer Up In Prospect, more widely known as SQUIP, is a popular LGBT nightclub at the northern edge of Prospect Heights. (your song’s got me feeling like, Be More Chill)

So, generally speaking, I’m not great with openings! I put in a lot more effort into sticking my landings with the perfect ending lines, but openings? I try to make them as painless (for both me and the reader) as possible. And by painless, I mean that it should be an immediately smooth entry into the fic.

My most common method of accomplishing that: start in media res. Just get the action rolling by jumping into the middle of s scene. Start with maybe when or where the scene is taking place, or what the hell the character is doing. Just open the scene up so that the reader falls in step with you to follow where the story takes them. It’s easy, and maybe nothing special, but hey, I’m trying to make it easy for me, too. Writing impressive first lines are hard!

Another way I like to open my fics: a good short hook. Something that either delivers the premise in one go, or is just interesting/funny/mysterious enough for the reader to want to read what comes next. I like writing hooks, because they’re cooler, but also they’re harder to come up with.

My current favorite line is #3 up there, because the fic ends with a perfect parallel and it is so deliciously satisfying to me. A close runner up is #9, because c’mon, it’s a good line.

Thank you for tagging me, zak! As per my usual modus operandi, I won’t really be tagging anybody specifically, but feel free to give this a go and tag me as your starter!

#tag game #meme #lines 7 and 14 are also pretty funny to me #this was fun!!#I don't talk about my writing much these days #partially bc I don't...have a lot of spoons #but also I feel like I don't really put much critical thinking into my writing #honestly I have very few braincells #anyway hi I'm still alive

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first lines: fic-writers meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @la-muerta! I've mostly been archiving my kissing fics on AO3 lately, so that's what these will be, probably. I'm going to skip the ones where the first line was given to me by another person, since those are not illustrative. I am also skipping my filks. XD

1. Terms of Care - in answer to the prompt: "wei wuxian & wen ning + forehead kisses"

“Ah, Wen Ning, come join me!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, waving Wen Ning over to his spot in the bunny clearing.

2. Not To Be Alone - in answer to the prompt: "jiang cheng/song lan - hating separation"

“I was in shock still, and I said such awful things… So I’m looking for him now, to apologise. To say: traveling with you is better than traveling without you.”

3. This One's Spicy - in answer to the prompt: "lan jingyi/lan sizhui - yi city"

Lan Jingyi was still making elaborate disgusted faces, scraping his teeth over his tongue and the like.

4. fell through the cracks, but we're okay - in answer to the prompt: "oyzz/a-qing, au where they meet when they're both alive"

“Excuse me, are there any powerful people around here? Powerful people who cultivate?”

5. All This Burning Sexual Tension - in answer to the prompt: "wei wuxian/wen qing + laughter"

“Qing jiějiě!” Wei Wuxian shouts, bursting into the mess. “Jiang Cheng has brought it to my attention that we need to work out the unbearable sexual tension between us.”

6. In the Officers' Baths - in answer to the prompt: "mu nihuang/xia dong - something fun and not sad"

“Jùnzhǔ!”

7. in this great golden tower - in answer to the prompt: "qin su/wen qing, koi tower"

Qin Su has never asked xiǎo-Qing about her past.

8. sharp words, soft hands - in answer to the prompt: "chengxuan after like a big battle or something and one of them is hurt and the other one is worried and expressing it through getting snappy?"

Jin Zixuan opens his mouth to speak when Jiang Wanyin strides into his tent, but before he can say anything, the Jiang sect leader snaps, “Don’t bother. I saw exactly how it happened. You’d think someone raised in the great Lanling Jin sect would have learned a modicum of tactics.”

9. corpse kiss - in answer to the prompt: "how about wn/jzx with the prompt “qiongqi path”" (content warning: this one is noncon)

There was no longer a flute playing, but Wen Ning was still rushing toward Jin Zixuan like a hurricane in human form.

10. Closed Fist, Warm Mouth - in answer to the prompt: "xianxuan, in the middle of an argument"

It was lucky that Jin Zixuan had stomped away from his entourage as well as from the Jiang contingent, because it meant that there was no one to stop Wei Wuxian from throwing a punch this time.

11. Growing Things - in answer to the prompt: "lan sizhui & ouyang zizhen (my underappreciated boi!), growing things"

The Baling gardens were one of Lan Sizhui’s favorite places.

12. what's left when revenge is over - in answer to the prompt: "Sisi/Nie Huaisang post Guanyin temple"

“It’s done, then,” Sisi says, standing behind Nie Huaisang and beginning to take his hair down.

13. a good bruise - in answer to the prompt: "chengqing, jiang-furen wen qing. after training disciples"

They have been married for just over a year, but it still somehow seems scandalous to Wen Qing that she gets to be here, in Sect Master Jiang’s own personal quarters, as he gets ready for his post-training bath; that she gets to pull at the ties on his outer robes, skim her fingers along his collarbones to feel him shiver, help him shrug off each successive layer of clothes until all that’s left between her and his sweat-slick skin are her own clothes.

14. why the hell not - in answer to the prompt: "wwx/nhs, burial mounds. why the hell not"

“Nie xiong, what the hell are you doing here?”

15. Rivers and Lakes, Towns and Cities - a prequel of my Songxiao Middle Earth AU, where the Elf Xiao Xingchen meets the Human Song Lan after leaving Baoshan Sanren's mountain (which is, like, an Asian equivalent of Rivendell)

Baoshan Sanren always said that the world west of the Mountain was full of corruption and iniquity, that the Western Elves were liars to a one, and that the gods they called the Valar were betrayers.

16. A Hundred Beautiful Things - The Untamed (TV) fandom, Jiang Yanli/Nie Huaisang political marriage set after the Qishan indoctrination arc.

It was an adjustment, to be sure.

17. Taste You In My Core - 魔道祖师/Mo Dao Zu Shi novel fandom, Nie Huaisang/Xiao Xingchen monster4monster porn with Eldritch Xiao Xingchen and Beast Nie Huaisang.

“Are you all right, gōngzǐ?" the young man asks, and Nie Huaisang does his best not to laugh.

18. A Fruitful Correspondence - The Untamed (TV) fandom, Lan Wangji is forcibly befriended by Jiang Yanli (and by extension Jin Zixuan and Jiang Cheng) during the time that Wei Wuxian and the Wens are holed up in the Burial Mounds.

Lan Wangji’s plan upon attending the wedding between Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli is to put in the bare minimum of appearances and then go home at the earliest opportunity.

19. Bored - Leverage (!!) fandom, in Season 2, Episode 1, Parker mentioned stealing the Hope Diamond and then putting it back. This is the story of that heist.

Planning the heist still carries the same thrill as it always does: scoping out guard rotations, evaluating the schematics for their new security system (laughable, even with the increased bandwidth to support a greater number of security cameras), visiting the museum as a paying guest… Parker loves this part, and it’s good to stretch her muscles in this way, relying on no one but herself.

20. Best Friends for Best Friends - The Untamed/MDZS fandom (could go with either canon) fic for Jin Ling's birthday featuring the Juniors quartet and a whole litter of puppies - this is an archived threadfic that was cleaned up and then thrown on AO3.

Jin Ling totally forgot about the "no pets at Cloud Recesses" rule, okay?

I've noticed that I tend to like to start with some kind of dialogue most frequently; otherwise, something to establish the POV character's interiority. The big exception is the Middle Earth fic where I was emulating Tolkien's narrator, somewhat.

I think of these twenty, my favorite opening line is probably either 7 or 16. They're so sparse, but still set up a lot.

Tagging @hunxi-guilai, @iamwestiec, @bladedweaponsandswishycoats, @shadaras, @withbroombefore, @vyther15, @vivisextion if y'all wanna play! If not, no worries ofc :3

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Pandora’s Trick - Ch 1: Shrunken Thief?

Finally getting around to archiving my fic here on tumblr! I will be updating AO3 first however, and if this first chapter intrigues you, I have eight chapters up as of writing this!

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Description: Kaito had finally done it, His mission was almost over. Pandora was just within his grasp until he woke up that morning. It turns out Pandora has a little more up its sleeve than immortality, and Kaito found out the hard way. Unexpectedly mind-swapped with a shrunken Kudo Shinichi, The unlikely duo of a thief and detective have to work together without killing each other as well as ruining each other's lives. Kuroba finds that the small detective's life isn't actually as put together as he makes it seem...

Word count: 4423

Warnings: Mind swap, Body Swap, extremely brief mentions to drugs.

That morning when Kuroba Kaito woke up, little did he know it would be the strangest period of his life. He woke up that morning on the floor, on top of an unfamiliar futon in an unfamiliar room.

‘That’s weird… How did I end up here?’

His head felt heavy and full of fog, he couldn’t remember anything from the previous day. He… had a heist, he thought, but that’s all he could recall. It hurt to think about it, a dull ache ended up pulsing through his forehead when he tried to recall the day.

‘Was I drugged somehow? Just what exactly happened?’

He groaned as he threw the covers off of him, but what he saw was not his legs, nor his own pajamas. He noticed two things right away. One, It was a kid’s body, and he was fairly certain he wasn’t physically a kid anymore, despite being called one at his night job. Second, The groan wasn’t his own, it was a different voice than his own. The voice sounded familiar, however.

He jumped up as fast as he could, stumbling slightly on his smaller legs. In a panic, He scanned the room for anything that could work as a mirror - anything reflective. He couldn’t see much from his lower viewpoint, however. He eventually managed to find his way into the nearby bathroom, and with a little difficulty, got up on the nearby step stool. As he stood on the tips of his toes to even be remotely able to see his face in the mirror, he found it wasn’t his face that was staring back but rather the face of his youngest critic Conan Edogawa... No, rather Kudou Shinichi.

“What… The hell…” Kaito whispered.

Sure enough, what he heard was not his voice, It was the smaller detective’s.

‘This can’t be real...!’ Kaito’s thoughts raced as he tried to keep his emotions under control.

He kept poking at various spots on his face as if the illusion would wear off and his face would suddenly appear. He’s worn masks before as KID but this felt different. While he could feel under the mask the pressure when someone would touch his face, but never the actual skin from someone’s finger, much less his own. It was becoming increasingly clear that this wasn’t a dream unless he was lucid dreaming or something like that. Still… It was worrying. Why did this happen?

He hissed as his head began to dully ache again. Looks like remembering is still a no-go.

Damn, if only he could remember what happened during the gap in his memory then maybe he could figure out why the hell he was like this or even how it happened. He knew real magic existed (Thanks to Koizumi and Pandora supposedly existing), but was this something that magic could do? He didn’t have enough information right now to figure this out.

Kaito slowly stepped off the step stool, taking cautious steps out to the bedroom. Now was not the time to panic, despite panic being the only thing he felt. He just had to take things slow for now, everything would be fine… Right?

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves.

“Poker face…” Kaito muttered.

At this point, the phrase has become akin to an affirmation, something he can say to himself when he’s experiencing an unexpected situation - and this definitely qualified for an unexpected situation. It also helped as a way to remain close to his father, the one who taught him this in the first place.

‘Wait... If I’m in Tantei-kun’s body then… is he in mine?’ He wondered.

‘If that's so then… Ahah... I'm in trouble.’

The magician wanted to laugh. He hoped that the smaller detective didn’t realize his identity, but sooner or later he knew that he was going to get curious and find his KID lair. This was definitely not how he anticipated his identity being revealed.

“Conan-kun?” A voice called from a nearby room.

Kaito recognized it as the girl that Conan was always with, Ran was her name, right? Damn, He didn’t need this right now. Looks like he’d need to keep his rival’s cover maintained for now, As it just now became his cover. At least it would give him leverage if Conan decided to reveal his identity as KID.

A realization struck him: He’d never had a chance to impersonate Conan, only ever his real self. A child-like smile slowly crept onto Kaito’s face. Maybe he could attempt to have a little fun with this, he always did with trying new disguises.

“Ah... Ran-Neechan? What is it?” He called out.

He was glad all he had to do was imitate the tone and not do the extra work to match Conan's voice.

“It’s almost Noon, are you doing okay?” The door slowly swung open as Ran walked in. “Come on, You’re not even dressed?”

“S-Sorry! I was up late!”

“Well… Hurry up and get dressed, Your friends are waiting outside.”

Kaito nodded, telling Ran that he would be out soon. She gave a warm smile and began to leave.

“Make sure you eat something before you leave since you missed breakfast.” She said from the doorway, turning to look at the small magician.

“Right, Thank you for reminding me.” The magician nodded.

The door closed with a soft click, which immediately activated Kaito’s nerves. There would be no way in hell he’d be able to fool Tantei-kun’s friends, especially that brown-haired girl he hung around. He didn’t know them that well, despite them being at a few heists. However, There was a big difference between seeing them around and knowing them personally.

“Damn it…” He groaned.

What was he going to do?

“I guess… The first step is to get dressed. Then I can figure out what to do about those guys…”

The first problem he ran into was actually finding where his rival actually stored his clothes. He debated on bringing the gadgets that caused him so much grief, eventually deciding that it would be useful despite the lack of knowledge of how to use them. He managed to go out thirty minutes later than he figured he was supposed to, He had to skip eating of course. He figured he could just get something out later and then figure out a way to pay Shinichi back. What he didn’t anticipate was the lecture he had to get out of when Ran caught him, skipping what was supposed to be an extremely late breakfast. He yelled a quick apology as he ran out the door, every inch of his body screaming at him that this was a bad idea.

“Conan!” The larger kid - Genta, He remembered- yelled at him. “You’re late!”

“Sorry, Sorry, I’m just having a weird day, that’s all!” Kaito laughed nervously, glancing over at the brown-haired girl.

She was already giving him a weird look, then again it could just be her resting face. Her name was… Haibara, he believed. The three other kids had stopped giving him glares and were back to the mischievous smiles Kaito had seen at his heists. The next thing he knew, He was being pulled by the three children as they cheerfully talked about who was going to win the soccer game they had planned. At some point down the road, they let go and ran ahead, excitedly trying to snatch the black and white ball from each other’s hands.

“Geez, so much energy.” Kaito laughed wearily.

There was no way he could keep up with them, He underestimated Kudou’s ability to deal with these children.

“I wonder where they get it, Huh?” Haibara said, walking at his side.

“Hm? Yeah…” Kaito trailed.

“So?”

“...So?”

“You said you had something to tell me about the heist last night.”

The magician’s mind froze for a moment. Tantei-kun contacted her?

“Ah.. I-I forget, Sorry. It was a long night.” Kaito tried to laugh it away.

“Hm… is that so? Sounded pretty important on the phone last night.I doubt you would have forgotten right away. You’re… doing okay right?”

Kaito laughed nervously. It probably would be valuable to get this girl on his side, after all from everything he’s collected about her it sounds like she and Kudou are more or less in the same situation. But would anyone really believe him if he said that he and Kudou somehow switched bodies? And that’s still just a theory, he still has no clue if Kudou is even in his body. He would have to think it over for a little longer.

She sighed. “Well. Can’t be helped I suppose. We can talk about it later. Come on, The kids are getting out of sight.”

“Right…”

A few minutes later the five found themselves at a lone field set for a soccer match. The three children who had run ahead were already getting ready, and it seemed like they were going to have a 2 versus 3 match.

“Geez! You guys are slow!” Kaito believed the one who spoke was named Mitsuhiko.

“Conan-kun! You’re on my team!” The younger girl - Ayumi, right? - waved her arms as she shouted.

“Sorry, Edogawa-kun and I are going to sit out for a few.” Haibara spoke out all of a sudden, causing the three to groan in disappointment.

“Come on Haibara-san!”

“No fair, You just want Conan for your team!”

“Ai-chan…”

“Just for a little, okay? We’ll come in when we can.” Haibara assured, receiving disappointed affirmations from the three children.

She began to lead Kaito over to the side, Far enough that the children wouldn’t be able to hear. Just what did she want? The two watched the children play for a few minutes, Kaito anxiously looking back over to Haibara on occasion.

“You aren’t Edogawa-kun are you?” She finally spoke, her voice low.

Kaito didn’t really know how to respond. Sure, he was planning on somehow telling her, but not at this exact moment.

“What gave it away?”

“Last night. At the heist, the phone call I told you about. It sounded like he was in pain almost.”

This piqued Kaito’s interest.

‘He was… in pain?’

“His voice was far away like he wasn’t there mentally. He was mumbling something about something called ‘Pandora’ as well, I wasn’t quite sure. His voice was way too low. Now, in the morning you wake up late and forget about meeting us for soccer, one of his favorite pastimes. Your voice also pitched up slightly, when you weren’t imitating Edogawa-kun, as if that’s how you’re used to speaking. Something happened last night, At the heist.”

“Pandora…?” Kaito’s voice was reduced to barely a whisper at the mention of Pandora. He was sure his poker face dropped for a split second, judging by Haibara’s surprised reaction.

“So you do know what he meant by ‘Pandora’? Care to share?”

Kaito laughed quietly, sipping from the confidence he carried with him as KID.

“Sorry. That would put everyone here in danger, I can’t do that to a young lady such as yourself.”

Haibara’s eyes narrowed, her posture shifted to become a little more defensive.

“Just who are you?”

“Well… I planned on telling you anyways… But...hm. Kudou is... probably sitting there on my bed, surprised at my true identity. I’ve been told we look alike.”

“... Kaitou KID?”

“Bingo.”

“But how - “

Haibara stuttered for a second, trying to wrap her mind around what Kaito just said. He panicked slightly as the young girl’s expression shifted.

“Hey hey hey, Calm down, don’t think about it so hard, I’ll explain later in a safe place.” The thief turned to the brown-haired girl, attempting to calm her in some way.

She took a deep breath, her eyes still casting suspicion over at the thief.

“Fine. Later then…”

‘Well… I doubt she’ll accept it as the reason… But if Pandora was involved… Then did it do this? Damn, I wish I could remember more of that night! Looks like there might be more to Pandora than immortality…’

“Oi!! Conan! Get over here!!” The three children had stopped playing and Genta was now shouting at him.

“Wait, they want me to play?” Kaito looked to Haibara with a nervous expression.

“Go on, Great Thief. Show them your amazing soccer moves.”

“H-hey…”

Kaito had no choice but to play a few rounds with the kids. While he could easily keep up with the kids in terms of endurance, he had no way of maintaining the level they expected from Conan. He had to admit that the detective had skills, otherwise how else would he be able to nail him night after night with that hellish soccer ball?

“Conan-kun, Maybe you should take a break….” Ayumi suggested, kneeling to approach Kaito, who had fallen to the ground in feign exhaustion.

“Y-yeah maybe I should…”

“Hey, then why don’t we talk about KID’s heist last night!” Mitsuhiko excitedly blurted, running up to join the other four children.

“Oh right!! I can’t believe I forgot!”

“Man wasn’t it cool how he just appeared out of nowhere like that??”

“I know, I know, But I really liked it when…”

Kaito found himself more and more confused as he listened to the children excitedly list off the things that he supposedly did that night. He looked over to Haibara for confirmation, if he really did everything they were talking about. She sighed and moved closer, kneeling down to be able to whisper in his ear.

“What’s that look for? Don't tell me you really don’t remember this.”

“I don’t. Honestly.”

Haibara looked genuinely shocked before her expression melted back to her sour look.

“Geez, This gets more problematic by the second.”

“Tell me about it…”

“Ah Conan, That’s right! You fought KID that night!”

Kaito looked up, gazing at the three who had stars in their eyes. They all were looking at him, big smiles on their faces.

“How did you win??”

“Was he tough to beat??”

“How did you guys escape??”

“One at a time!!” Kaito couldn’t help but blurt.

He couldn’t keep up with the children’s overlapping questions. How does Kudou do it? He took a deep breath, calming his exhausted mind.

“Wasn’t it on TV? There were news ‘copters around the site right?”

“Mh. But, the signal was lost when the gem you two were fighting over flashed red. There was a split second, I could see it.” Mitsuhiko answered.

‘A red flash…? Was it really..?’

“C’mon Conan! Just tell us!!” Genta insisted.

Kaito found himself making up multiple lies in order to just get the kids to stop asking questions. He seems to have satisfied them - for now at least. Looks like there would be more he needs to ask Haibara once they get somewhere safe.

A few exhausting hours later, The two parted ways from the rest of the detective boys and Kaito found himself in front of a rather uniquely shaped house, at least for the neighborhood. Haibara had led him here and was insisting he go inside. She claimed the person who lived there was a friend. And so, Kaito had no choice but to trust her. Haibara entered first, announcing her arrival with a guest.

“A guest? Who- Oh! Shinichi!” The voice belonged to an older man, Kaito recognized him for the few times he saw him.

Agasa, He recalled, was his name.

“Wrong.” Haibara cut him off quickly, startling the older man.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I mean. I think I deserve an explanation, Magician under the moonlight-san.” Haibara turned to glare in Kaito’s direction.

“Wait... Wait a second.” Agasa’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “This can’t be KID, He’s too small, He could never imitate Shinichi as of now.”

“Exactly. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. You said earlier that Kudou-kun is sitting on your bed, Shocked about your identity right? You do realize what you’re implying.”

Another disguised laugh from Kaito, this was where it all could go wrong if he wasn’t careful.

“It’s exactly what I’m implying. That my mind and his were swapped.”

“Hey…” Agasa laughed nervously. “That’s not possible. It would have to be magic, right?”

“Magic doesn’t exist, beyond petty party tricks.” Haibara retorted.

Kaito scoffed. “Magic does in fact exist, It’s just known as sorcery.”

“Sorcery?”

“There’s many different types, y’know. I believe what happened to me and Tantei-kun happens to fall under the realm of sorcery.”

The room was filled with a heavy silence as the inhabitants took in the words the small thief said. Haibara broke the silence with a scoff.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Sorry. I don’t believe fairy tales and supposed flashy thieves. There’s probably a different reason for whatever’s going on. One that isn’t in the realm of fantasy.”

“It’s the only one we have, however.”

“Then why don’t we go find Shinichi? If you’re right then he should be wherever you were last night.” Agasa suggested.

Kaito’s eyes widened in realization. His hand hit his forehead as he silently cursed. Why the hell didn’t he think of contacting his own home first? Why hasn’t Shinichi contacted him at all?

“Don’t tell me you didn’t think of that, Oh Great Thief.” Haibara remarked.

“In my defense, I’ve been rather disoriented…” Kaito admitted quietly.

“Well, Where were you last night? If you can remember that much.”

“I was…”

Kaito fell silent as he tried to recall where he was. If anything, he should have been in his house, but it’s possible he fell asleep at Jii’s again. It happens once or twice after an intense heist, from how it sounded from the kid’s recollection of it. Either way, His house would be the best bet. He really didn’t want to explain to Jii why his rival is calling his bar asking for Kaito Kuroba. This was something he’d rather explain in person.

“...Probably at home. I had planned on resting after the Heist, after all, it’s Sunday. I’ll give my cell a call, If anything he should pick up if he has it on him.”

‘I just hope Aoko didn’t drag him out anywhere. He can act, but…’

“Please do. If you could, Put it on speaker?” Agasa requested.

Kaito nodded, reaching into the pocket of the coat he wore, pulling out one of the two phones he had picked up from the kid’s room. He hesitated for a moment with the phone in his hand before pulling out the second one.

“.... Which do I use?” He turned to Haibara, nervous.

She sighed. “Either one. He’ll recognize the number.”

“R...right.”

Kaito ended up using the one that belonged to Shinichi, He figured it would be useful to have the number for later if they both got out of this mess. Of course, even if the number was deleted later, Kaito was sure to commit both to memory, just in case. He took a deep breath and began to put in his cell phone number, being cautious not to mess it up. Within seconds of placing the call, the phone was picked up by someone. Kaito hesitantly pressed the speaker button and spoke.

“Hello-”

“Kuroba, What the HELL did you do?!” His own voice screamed back at him.

“Ah… So you figured it out… Eheheh…”

Well, there went that trail of hope. Kaito looked to the other occupants of the room, who both were staring blankly at the phone in the small thief’s hands.

“Sh-Shinichi… is that you?” Agasa came closer, slowly at first.

“Professor? You’re at the professor’s right now?”

“Yeah, The brown-haired girl is smart, Saw through me when I was trying to figure out what was going on. Anyways, Please don’t tell me you went out.”

“Relax, I’m not stupid. Your neighbor though is definitely something. Does she always wake you for breakfast?”

“Y-yeah... That’s Aoko…” Kaito couldn’t help but pitifully laugh.

Great, Guess today was ‘tell all the details of your personal life to your rival’ day. He’d figure it out soon enough, However. It was probably better for Kaito to tell him rather than have Tantei-kun sneak around and find out.

“Anyways!” Haibara snatched the phone out of Kaito’s hands. “Where are you right now?”

“Where am I? I guess this is KID’s home…”

“You called him Kuroba earlier.” She gave a sideways glance to Kaito, who was sure looked very pitiful right now. “I’m guessing that’s KID’s real name? He didn’t give it to us earlier.”

“Yeah, His ID is right here, Name’s Kuroba Kaito. At least I have a name to a face. It was hell this morning.”

“Can you stop giving all my personal details? I’d like to have some stuff I can keep to myself.” Kaito groused.

“Anyways, I can’t really tell where the town is. Most of his apps are locked with different passwords, including GPS. Geez, You really have to lock up everything huh?”

“Ekoda. That’s where you’re at.” Kaito begrudgingly informed. “I use a different phone for heists, that’s the one you probably found. There was two right?”

“Yeah. One was on the desk and the other was in a drawer. I answered the one on the desk, so this must be your personal one. I couldn’t figure out the code to this one, but the other was unlocked minus every single app. Might as well have been locked.”

“It ruins the fun, besides I can access them quickly enough when I need to.”

“Anyways, I’m coming over to where you’re at. If you’re at the professor’s there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“You can’t! I’ve - Wait no, You’ve got school.”

“Actually, According to your neighbor, Aoko, There is no school on Monday. So yes, I think I will be coming to where you’re at, and we’re going to have a long talk. On the other hand, YOU do in fact have school at Teitan elementary.”

He could hear his own voice hiding snickers of delight. It felt very strange to Kaito, even though he was used to not hearing his own voice coming from his mouth, his own voice coming from the other side of the phone was just unusual.

“You don’t have to be so enthused you know.”

“Sorry, Sorry, But I guess your name fits now, Huh KID? KID going to elementary school. It’s just a wild thought.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Anyways. Haibara, Keep an eye on him. Make sure the others don’t figure him out and he doesn’t give me away. Although I guess someone switching minds is just as unbelievable as someone shrinking, if not more.”

“Yes, Yes, Will do.” Haibara replied in her bemused tone.

“Keep Ran safe for me, Kaito.”

“... Only if you do the same for Aoko.”

“Of course. But I mean it, if she’s hurt in any way I’ll-”

“Yes, Yes I getcha. Just get over here tomorrow. It’ll be fine.”

“Oi, Wait-!”

With the dexterity of a thief, Kaito took back the phone and ended the call in one swift motion.

“Geez, Revealing a guy’s identity like that, Who does he think he is?” Kaito grumbled.

“Well. You should probably stay here in the meantime. It would be the safest thing to do.” Haibara suggested.

“You mean stay... here with you guys?”

“Who else? It would help also keep this from the girl at the detective agency too.”

“Fine, Just until we can sort this out.”

“Then, I suppose I should start on dinner huh?” Agasa asked, looking out to the window.

The sun was already rapidly setting, Kaito didn’t realize he had been out so long already.

“You should probably call Ran-kun and let her know that you’re staying over here tonight.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that…”

Kaito quickly called up the detective agency using the number saved in Conan’s phone, shifting his mindset back to that of Conan’s. He made something up about the professor having a sleepover at the professor’s house. Ran objected, on the reasons of school, but Kaito quickly answered by saying he’ll swing by to grab his school stuff when he leaves with Haibara. Ran was angry but begrudgingly let him stay, as it was already late. He hung up the phone, bidding his farewells. He was going to regret that later, he was sure.

“Kuroba-san, You’re lucky that you’re here tonight. I picked up a good deal at the market today.” Agasa said from the kitchen.

“A good deal?”

He barely had time to react as Agasa held up a massive fish that he had on the cutting board. His heart dropped as he barely had time to prepare himself. He stopped moving, stunned as he looked at that slimy, scaly terror in the professor’s hands.

“They had this amazing snapper half off! Ai-kun, can you help me out?”

He was lucky that the professor had turned away, Kaito’s poker face was beginning to slip. The fish kept staring at him, those beady eyes taunting him. He began to hyperventilate, the fish just kept staring at him, why did it keep looking at him???

“Why the hell did you pick fish?” He whispered rather loudly, venom dripping from his voice.

“Oh? Kuroba-san do you not like fish?” Haibara teased.

“I-it’s not my favorite, no.”

He maintained deep breaths, attempting not to look at the monstrosity being cut up on the counter. He had to leave after a few minutes, as his anxiety grew too much for him to control with his repeated affirmation. He was not going to let his phobia of fish be found out by his enemies, the last thing he needed was fish at his heists making everything harder than it needed to be.

He found himself on the roof after roaming the house for a while, watching the sunset behind the houses surrounding the neighborhood. Everything felt so serene, it was strange. It felt… almost normal. But he couldn’t help but pull out his phone, setting it to the front-facing camera. Kaito’s face was still the same, Tantei-kun stared back on the phone. He pinched himself on the cheek, feeling the sharp pain. He watched the spot slowly grow red, proving that this wasn’t a dream nor a mask. With a defeated sigh, he turned off the phone. He decided to stay up there for a little longer before he went back down, letting the cold night air revive him. He’d have to figure out a way to get out of eating the snapper eventually...

This was going to be a very interesting time, Kaito could tell.

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