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amethystina · 11 months

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Hello, for the questions for fic writers :

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

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23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Since this question was listed twice I'll just go ahead and give two concepts/AUs!

The first is a Soulmate AU. I've always liked the concept but haven't really found an idea that I like enough to actually want to write it. I'm so busy and have so many other projects going on that I don't really have time to go searching for fic ideas. Instead, my brain has to present a fully formed idea and basically pitch it to me before I'm willing to even consider writing it. And since Soulmate AUs haven't really been high on my list of priorities, that hasn't happened yet. I guess my brain has been busy plotting other fics instead?

(Well, aside from that The Devil Judge Soulmate AU I suddenly came up with and am very intrigued by. So maybe? Who knows?)

The second is a Vampire AU. I cannot believe I've never written a Vampire AU. That's not to say that I'm necessarily obsessed with vampires (I like them a normal amount) it just surprises me that I've never written one. So that I definitely want to do at some point!

(And, unlike the Soulmate AU, my brain has actually tried to present me with a number of ideas for Vampire AUs (the latest one being a The Devil Judge fic, predictably) but I've kept myself at bay for now because I already have too many fics to write. Woe is me.)

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

The sequel to Gravitational Pull? Though "currently working on" might be slightly misleading in this case. I wrote 840 words two months back and have been staring blankly at the document ever since x'D I think I just need to sit down and force myself past that first hurdle because I know exactly what's going to happen, I just need to write it down. But yeah, here's an excerpt:

Ga On tried his best not to look at Yo Han.

The tension lay thick inside the car, the silence pushing against Ga On's eardrums. Judge Oh, who sat in the back, probably assumed it was because of the crisis at hand — apprehension at the thought of what lay ahead of them — but that was only partially true. Ga On was also struggling with an insistent, nerve-wracking hum of concern, making his spine stiff and throat tight.

Yo Han shouldn't be here. He was still injured — only just over a day had passed since he got shot.

No matter how grave the situation was, Yo Han should be at home, resting, not driving them to an area of Seoul that was quickly becoming as chaotic as an active war zone.

Ga On gritted his teeth — until his jaw began hurting from the strain — and looked down at his hands. They were tightly clenched in his lap, his thumb rubbing restlessly over the other. Perhaps Ga On was being too selfish, but he didn't want Yo Han to put himself in danger like this — not when he wasn't at his best. Ga On could admit that Yo Han hid it well but, since Ga On knew where to look, he could see the subtle delay in Yo Han's movements and how he held himself slightly more rigidly than usual.

Yo Han was still in pain.

He still had a hole in his stomach but pretended that he didn't.

And Ga On had to play along, since Kang Yo Han couldn't show any weakness. The people around them could know that the chief judge was injured. The fact that their opponents did was already bad enough — and was probably why they chose now to try and overthrow him. They didn't think Yo Han would be able to fight back as fiercely — with as much precision — as he normally would.

They were expecting an easy victory.

But, even injured, Yo Han was a force to be reckoned with and, as always, would do whatever it took to win.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Possibly TMI incoming and TW for bullying and verbal abuse.

I think I'll take this opportunity to say how happy I am that I started writing fanfics. Which is extra hilarious when you consider the fact that it started with a thought as basic as: "I want to write at least one before I die." And then, ten years later, here we are. And I'm in no way exaggerating when I say that it changed my life.

One concrete example is that had I never written Autonomy, I would never have met the people who finally told me I was a good person — after hearing the exact opposite for over two years. To make a very long story short, there were several people in my life at the time who, when in pain, took it out on me, often by projecting. They told me how selfish, self-centred, and unsupportive I was. That I lacked empathy and always put myself first. That I was arrogant and a bully, who belittled everyone I spoke to and thought way too highly of myself, my intelligence, and my worth. And, well, I believed them.

Because I can be very firm and dominant, especially in person. So it's very likely that I might (unknowingly) assert myself too much. And since this abuse only happened in private, none of my other friends or family knew about it. This narrative of me being a terrible person was, for about two years, the only thing I heard. Because, to all my other friends, I was so stable and confident — how could I possibly be doubting myself? And why should they remind me that I was a good person since, surely, I knew that?

Except no — I didn't. Because I only heard the opposite. For years.

Until, suddenly one day, I got a DM on Tumblr asking me if I wanted to join a Discord server because they'd read one of my Winteriron fics and loved it. And so I did. Despite being scared to death because oh no, now these people who really like my fic are going to find out I'm a terrible person and they're never going to want to read anything I've written ever again.

But, to my absolute surprise, the opposite happened.

The people on this server LOVED me. They genuinely seemed to enjoy my company. And I quickly earned the nickname Steve (it was a Marvel server — I promise it made complete sense to us at the time) because I kept everyone in line and, apparently, was always ready to throw hands for a good cause.

I even had my own gif! The command was !amy and was used when someone was misbehaving to signal "You're on thin fucking ice, buddy."

Sometimes, I'd even wake up to find that the gif had been used in my absence, when other members on the server had basically gone: "Oh man, Amy's going to be soooo disappointed in you when she gets back RIP it was nice knowing you."

And rarely have I been so confused. Or felt so much like a liar.

Because that's what I thought I was doing. I thought I was lying to these people about who I actually was. That I was somehow able to masquerade as a Good Person all while actually being a despicable, selfish monster behind the scenes who hurt every single person I came into contact with.

And, eventually, I cracked. Not in a very visible way to most people, but enough to ask my most trusted friends on that server if I was a bad person. And I was unanimously met with a VERY confused: "What? Why do you ask? You, of all people?"

Because, according to them, not only was I the one who kept everyone in line, but also one of the kindest, most considerate people on that server. I was the conscience. The voice of reason. The one who always listened. The one who always knew exactly what to say when people were hurting. The one who made sure to de-escalate a situation before it could turn into something dangerous or hurtful.

And that changed my life.

Because, all of a sudden, I had a completely different narrative that competed with the one I'd heard for two years. In a matter of days, my world was turned upside down. We're talking a full-blown existential crisis. Because everything I thought I knew about myself was suddenly called into question and I had to figure out where I ended and the lies I had been told by other people began. It was a painful, gruelling, and utterly exhausting process but well worth it for how much it helped my mental health and self-image.

All because of a fanfic. Kind of amazing, isn't it?

The point I'm trying to make is that you'll never know in what place or what shape you might find the support and stability you need to have the kind of epiphany that I did. Perhaps it starts with a gigantic Space AU you wrote because it sounded fun, followed by an invitation to a whacky Discord server? Who knows?

And that's why I still write. And why I still post. And why I try to reply to every comment and ask if I can.

Because I know there are people like the old me out there. People who aren't seen or heard in the way they deserve. And maybe I won't be able to give them that with my limited reach, but I can at least try. I can write stories they relate to, stories that give them solace, stories that make them realise things about themselves, that make them question the abuse they've been submitted to, without even knowing it. That makes them see. That makes them want to forgive themselves and love themselves. That can help them find community and like-minded people.

If my writing can offer comfort, safety, and a feeling of belonging, then it's all worth it.

If I can help one person in the way those people on that server helped me, then it's worth it.

And that's why I'll always be grateful for deciding to write fanfics. Not just because of how it's helped me, but because it's given me the opportunity to help and bring people together.

It's never "just" a fanfic.

So, if you've ever read one of my works, I'm so grateful for your time and attention. And I hope I was able to make you smile or, perhaps, made you feel a little less lonely, even just for a short while.

I appreciate you and wish you all the best. Take care 💜

Questions for fic writers

#Amethystina Does Ask Memes #Anonymous #Well #That went to places I didn't plan #I guess I'm a little sentimental or something xD #But genuinely #Find your people #Find your support #It doesn't matter if it's through fanfics #Or music #Or knitting #Just whatever #Find the people who will help and treasure you #It will do wonders #Also brief sidenote:#No my name is not actually Amy xD #It's just the shortened form of Amethystina and it caught on #So to many I'm known as Amy

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gumnut-logic · 2 years

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Sherbet (Bit 4)

Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Bit 4

Inspired by the amazing @flyboytracy Really, it’s all their fault :D

Apologies for the slowness of this one, plus this is just a little bit, a tiny little bit, because, honestly, I’m falling asleep as I type.

This bit was a challenge. I hope it makes sense as I make up a bunch of stuff as I go along.

I hope you enjoy this snapshot in any case ::hugs::

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Penny C-W had a flying car.

Well, technically speaking, her mother had a flying car. But really, no other families had flying cars, so on the status list of car owners, Penny considered her family at the top.

Always a good place to be.

And she secretly enjoyed riding in said flying car and if she wasn’t as dignified as she was, she should love to throw open the sunroof and yell into the wind waving her arms as they skimmed over the waves of the Pacific Ocean.

But of course, she was dignified and instead sat very much lady - because there was no ‘like’ about it - in the rear seat of FAB beside her father, quietly and very much the nobility she was.

If she was yelling into the wind in her imagination, well, that was a lady’s private prerogative, wasn’t it?

Her father was on his phone talking to a prime minister. She wasn’t sure which one, but he had been saying ‘no’ an awful lot for the last quarter hour.

Parker had once again volunteered to be chauffeur.

Honestly, as if her father would allow anyone else to fly FAB.

Except for the Tracys, of course.

They were the reason Penny was currently skirting the Coral Sea into the middle of nowhere.

Her mother was out on assignment, necessitating a break in Penny’s training. Her father had jumped at the opportunity to take her halfway around the planet to visit the secret base of International Rescue.

Of course, she had known the Tracy family for the majority of her life, but this would be her first visit to the Island.

She had meant to visit earlier. After all, she was of the mind to eventually work for Jeff Tracy, if he would have her. Her mother had already thwarted at least one attempt on the technology at the core of International Rescue, saving Scott’s life in the process. And her father had been instrumental in gaining World Council support despite many obstacles.

If anything was clear, doing the right thing with these Thunderbirds the family had created was going to continue to be an issue both criminally and politically.

It had become an unspoken mission of the Creighton-Ward family to exercise their specific skills to ensure the Tracy family could continue to use theirs.

And Penny C-W was quite determined to be part of it.

“We are on approach, m’Lord ‘n’ Lady.”

“No, I’m sorry, Prime Minister, I can’t agree with that degree of action.” Her father paused as the voice on the other end of the line expressed its outrage. As the car began losing height, her father caught her staring at him.

He rolled his eyes dramatically and smirked.

She couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Yes, yes, sir, but no. I’m sorry. And I have to go. I will speak to you soon.” The phone yelled at her father. “Goodbye, Prime Minister.”

Her father didn’t even wait for a reply before killing the connection. He let out a sigh.

She knew better than to ask anything. It wasn’t her business and her father likely couldn’t speak of it in any case. So instead, she glanced out the window, finally catching sight of the dot in the middle of nowhere that was likely their destination.

“It will be good to see the Tracys again.”

She felt like rolling her eyes, but kept it to her imagination. “Yes, indeed.”

“Looking forward to renewing friendships with any particular Tracy?”

She glared at her father and didn’t answer.

To her annoyance, he grinned at her. “You did say you enjoyed Scott’s company.”

“He is an intelligent young man, why would I not?”

Her father’s smile was, quite frankly, irritating.

“FAB to Tracy Island, requesting permission to land.”

“Permission granted, FAB. Welcome.”

It was probably her irritation at her father, but Scott’s voice definitely sounded far too cheerful.

There must have been something in her expression because her father’s grin nearly split his face in two.

She grit her teeth.

Infuriating.

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TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Penelope Creighton Ward #hugh creighton ward #Aloysius Parker #nuttyfic #pre-series #not canon #not fanon #just whatever

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