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William Abbott ✨ My best ginger boy!
#hogwarts legacy mc#my art#my mcs#william#Finished one of the older WIPs hah#It only just seems that it's two arts in two days haha#Been working on this for a couple of weeks
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i just. remembered again that i have a fembaru fic but also the premise is. Very Messed Up hah and also it was written before the canon genderbent au with its official genderbend names for everyone so its also outdated on top of that T^T i had like. Genderqueer subtext going on too. but i also wrote this fic like almost two years ago and havent touched it in forever so im unsure if i should go back to it…. o.o but i would love to finish it one day if only for my own satisfaction hah… i had a very detailed outline for ch 2 (its a twoshot) and several scenes written already anyway!! (and also i would probably update those names, make minor edits, etc etc hmm…)
#just thinking about this wip again………… mmmm….. not super confident in my older ao3 fics but the premise for this one was like. i think i#ended up brainstorming it with a friend or two and then i was like wait holy shit howd this play out. and then i took about two weeks to#write ch1? :o#and then i like. REALLY got into revolutionary girl utena after finishing ch1 so like that def bled into um. the themes.#just. thimking…….. bc ive had so many ideas to explore like. themes regarding gender and misogyny and Choice and destiny and queerness and#all sorts of things….. bc rezero Touches on them and is even Detailed on them sometimes and id Love to go in depth. but im also a bit#nervous to bc 1. writing fic is….. so much work sometimes fr and i am but a lazy writer and 2. the slight anxiety of what if i get flamed#o.o wild to think about…..#like. i have ideas for emilia fics that are. definitely darker maybe a bit controversial but i will go off the walls with writing for the#sake of answering the questions of. can this be done. and is it possible to narratively critique canon and fandom treatment of emilia. that#sort of thing.#not that im the best writer ever akdbdnd but i do like darker fiction sometimes. and i also like being meta about things in fiction. and i#also like writing to get out a tiny bit of salt. etc etc.#i tried to write these kinds of thinngs with my atm sole emilia centric fic that i wrote. uhhh more than a year ago? and i would love to try#again one day bc ive def improved and changed as a writer since then. u know what i mean?? :o#just like. rezero and queerness is very interesting to me.#suffaru post#saving this on the blog bc i talked Too Much about my writing process here HAH#my writing process being: HOW FAR CAN I TAKE THIS IDEA AND HOW OFF THE WALLS CAN IT GET????#in reality tho im really just a massive nerd whos gone down a massive rabbit hole of writing anime fanfic. 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏#if you actually read all these tags big thank you HAH
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20 questions challenge!
I was tagged by @tideswept and I wish I was making this tipsy too but sadly I'm not
1.) How many works do you have on ao3?
13, not many, but they feel like a lot hah
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
263,623 words which are... quite a lot tbh
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
Right now just Star Wars. I'm a bit of a hyperfixation kind of girl and, even if I have more ship I enjoy reading, I can't bring myself to write for them idk
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
I'll be there for you: 1,399 kudos (Yoonmin)
Keep me safe: 777 kudos (Yoonmin)
Sea & memories: 502 kudos (Hyungwonho)
The light in you: 462 kudos (Hyungwonho)
Returning Hope: 238 kudos (Obikin)
Damn. Lots of kpop here, I've assumed I'll never get as many kudos as I did then, but I don't really mind. Now I don't know how I dealt with so many people reading my stuff hah.
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
There was a time when I didn't really but now I always try to respond, if I don't it's because I'm horrible at keeping track and I'll think oh I'll answerlater but then forget and by the time I remember I think it's been too long and it'll just be too awkward. But I love when writers answer so I try to do my best.
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't write angsty endings, for the same reason I don't ususally read fics with angsty or ambiuous endings. When I read/write fics I want my characters to be happy by the end.
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
For the same reason as before, all my fics have happy endings. But maybe the happiest is the obikin physiotheray au?
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
Nope, and that's wild becasue I've seen some awful things both in the kpop fandom and in obikin. I think I've been lucky, only a couple slightly mean comments that I just ignore.
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I don't write like pwp, but a couple of my fics have smut. What kind? hmm the loving one. I read so many very questionable and kinky stuff but I can't write it. Like, I would love to, but I can't make it work. For example I wanted the physiotherapy au to be much more kinky and horny but it just didn't happen. And if I was braver I would have writen welcome to out castle with a older obi-wan and younger Anakin.
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Hmmm nope, no crossovers. (Unless you count mixinxg different kpop bands but otherwise no)
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of :S
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
A couple of girls once asked me if they could translate a fic of mine, but I think they never posted it.
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Nope, but I'm open to try.
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
This is impossible to answer, I appeal to my right to remain silent.
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
The modern jedi one. I would LOVE to make it exist but I doubt I ever will.
16.) What are your writing strengths?
DIalogue?? I think??
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions. I don't know how to write descriptions and feelings. I'm better at showing those through actions.
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Hmm I've never done it. Guess it would be okay if it makes sense in the story?? And it's important to distinguish between, does the POV character understand what they are saying or not?
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
I think it may be a cody simpson self insert fic I wrote in a notebook when I was like 13 lmao
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
I'm very biased with this. Right now I'm loving writing the castle au. But also, writing The light in you was very important to me becasue it got me going through a very dark time in my life. It's not my favourite, it's not the best, but it has a special part in my heart.
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WIP Wednesday
Work on Chapter 36 is coming along swimmingly. It's a little under half done so I'm thinking it won't be late depending on how complex some of these, uh, particular scenes get.
Here's a nice, light-hearted scene proving that even after that horrible cliffhanger, there's still some joy... hah.
Also featuring a surprise guest!
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A tall drow in fancier armor than his fellow soldiers with an ornate glaive on his back suddenly broke from a conversation he was having to jog towards them. “Essek!”
Essek planted his feet so that when the other drow grabbed him in a hug and attempted to pick him up, he couldn't actually lift him. The stern, stubborn set to his expression never changed. “Hello, Verin.”
Verin huffed and puffed from the exertion of trying to best whatever gravity spell Essek had placed on himself and then gave up. “Hey, yourself. What're you doing here?” He glanced over the top of his older brother's head- now that Caleb could get a good look at him, he could see the distinct familial resemblance. “Are these your friends? Hey! How much did he pay you? Because if he has to buy you off just so I'll stop nagging at him for not being social enough, it's not really friendship.”
“He didn't pay us. We like Essek,” Jester said, a bit stubbornly. She walked up to Essek and wrapped an arm around his and found his gravity spell still held when she tugged at him- he didn't budge.
“Light shine down upon us all, there can be miracles.“ Verin thrust out a gauntleted hand for Jester to shake. ”Taskhand Verin Thelyss. A pleasure to finally meet the people who have utterly confused and confounded my brother.“
”Verin please,“ Essek hissed. ”As much as I am thrilled for my friends to experience your insufferable charms for themselves, this is important.”
When his brother relented, Essek explained everything they had experienced and a handful of things he was aware of in regards to Jayne. For all that Verin seemed keen on jokes and pettily poking at his older brother, he could go deadly serious when it clearly counted. Not entirely unlike Fjord in that regard- Caleb even glanced his way to catch his nod of understanding and respect.
When Essek finished, Verin ran a hand over his face to cover a grimace. “I understand all of that, Essek. What do you need me to do? You should be telling the Bright Queen this.”
“After what happened in Asarius? She already knows, Verin.”
“She thinks it's just the Empire trying new forms of warfare, not… whatever this is.” He looked to Fjord like he recognized his own brand of leadership in him as easily as Fjord had recognized the reverse. “Don't you want more allies?”
“With all due respect to your people, Taskhand, it isn't that we don't want allies. It's that we aren't entirely certain what sort of war we're fighting at the moment and how much it has to do with the one you're already in. There's been enough loss on the Dynasty's side as is. I would hate to distract you.”
Verin chewed on the inside of his cheek and conceded. “So you're just asking me to keep my eyes open?”
“I am asking you to do what you have always done, but pay as close attention as you can to what is outside these walls. After what happened to Asarius and Den Olios-“
”I know.“ Verin hissed. ”I hate being told to just wait for something, Essek.“
”Oh I know it's the worst,“ Fjord interjected, helpfully. ”But if this goes poorly for us, you're our last line of defense to keep it from spreading.“
”It's nice to be needed.“ He grinned, rakishly, and then looked back to Essek, suddenly worried before Fjord could even have a chance to process that fully. “Are you going?”
“I was considering it-”
Verin swiped a hand in the air. “Have you seen the sacrifice engines?”
“Every time I come here.”
“You wanna see 'em today?”
Caleb, recognizing an attempt to politely lure someone away for a private conversation without offending the rest of the group, awkwardly began to herd the Nein back towards the city. “I believe we have some pastries to find, ja? Let's head that way and our friend here can rejoin us later.”
“Ooh! Verin!” Jester leapt on his attempts to awkwardly rescue Essek, but in the entirely wrong direction. “Where is the best place to get sweet stuff here?”
Verin grinned, flashing his sharp fangs. ”There's a cupcake place called the Sacrif-icing Engine. Can't miss it. Very tasteful, despite the name. Actually.” Verin gave a whistle. “Rhyl, Sorn.“
Rhyl and Sorn were a drow with cropped hair, a goatee, and the most intensely wide eyes Caleb had ever seen and an extremely skinny, sleepy-looking bugbear. The two of them had been engaged in an argument when Verin called them forward and were still arguing when they walked up.
”I'm just saying that I don't know that all of these things are coming from the Abyss, itself.“
”There are portals everywhere, Sorn.“
”Have you seen one?“
”No, but I… I see what comes out of them.“
”They could come from anywhere. No one's cleaned out that temple in years. There could be nests of all kinds of things.“
”I swear on the Light, I'm gonna kill you so hard, your next two lives will be stillbirths.“
Verin loudly cleared his throat and the two immediately snapped to full attention. ”Can you two give my brothers' friends a grand tour of the city? They've got a job to do under the mountain and they're gonna need an expert opinion on what they're gonna need.“
”These are experts?“ Lucien snorted.
”We're actually the best demon hunters in this entire camp, friend,“ Rhyl grinned a little too wide.
”Hey, good for you guys,” Beau said, more than a little condescendingly. “We've killed a bunch too.”
“We've also seen rifts that open into the Abyss," Molly added.
Rhyl looked immediately at Sorn. ”You hear that?“
”Yeah, I hear it. People say things, Rhyl. It doesn't mean they're real.“
Verin grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing sending these two to accompany them and begin to attempt to shove Essek in a direction. ”You guys have fun.“
Well. You have to admire his gall. Caleb, feeling a bit like stirring shit, turned to the soldiers and asked, fully deadpan, ”So what do you think all of these creatures you've been facing here come from, if not from the Abyss?“
Cree, Lucien, and Beau all groaned in anguish.
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WIP Wednesday again!
Alright, I'm going to make myself do this again! Because I managed to finish a WIP last time because of it... Ask for any fic below to make me work on it some more :>
The main thing I'm working on is a Scum Villain "fix-it" retelling with an older Shen Yuan that's really been fun to write. It's over 11k words and maybe eventually I'll get all the individual pieces I've scribbled down to flow together right. This is the one I'm sharing today.
Also in progress...
battle is 100% foreplay (feihua, Mysterious Lotus Casebook)
MSQ follow-along (FF14, neglected as hell)
Thancred origins AU (FF14, barely touched, but it exists)
Bonus: Ask for "soulmates origins" to make me start editing a mini bang fic I've still got to clean up!
Snippet from the Scum Villain fix-it:
Though night had long since fallen, getting to sleep was a difficult prospect. The air was too still, the insects too loud, the bed too hard, and Shen Yuan’s thoughts too persistent. He’d given up on sleeping after two hours of staring at the insides of his eyelids, wondering if he’d wake again if he actually drifted off. He’d spent the following two hours digging through the house to locate and identify as much as he could.
He’d tuned the guqin and played a little, finding that his fingers moved with more practiced ease the less he concentrated on trying to play and just let himself play. That took up part of another hour and left him feeling more relaxed than he would have expected. He found neat stacks of talismans that he bullied the System into helping him figure out and, when it wanted to charge points in exchange, started looking through Shen Qingqiu’s books for the answers instead.
Too many of them were focused on poetry and calligraphy for his personal tastes, but there was a shelf tucked away in the spare room that had texts related to cultivation. Some were obviously older - well-worn beginner’s texts that he eagerly dug into - some dealt with sword forms and more advanced techniques, and of course there were some that focused on talismans. Hah! Take that System! The remaining hours of night slowly faded into dawn before he knew it.
He was pulled out of the meditation he’d decided to try by the sound of voices, a flash of the System window and a hand at his wrist. On reflex, he tugged free of the hand, frowning at the glowing display as he blinked his vision clear.
[Alerting Host! Optional quest available: Patients Are a Virtue - Improve the image of Shen Qingqiu held by Mu Qingfang! This is an optional but ongoing quest with variable rewards based on achieved results! Would you like to accept?]
[ Yes / No ]
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oh no it actually happened who could have foreseen—
Okay: the KeptoloFic (in which Caduceus cooks mushrooms for dinner in episode 81 and Essek thinks he's being propositioned)
Essek arrives as expected with a bottle of wine in his hand (this one the Quellarin Erthajas, 819pd), admittedly already a little tipsy. Which is, frankly, an extreme anomaly for his visits to Bazzoxan. Thank the light Verin doesn’t seem to notice Essek’s slightly muddle-headed state, as he’s busy putting things away, not at all minding his older brother teleporting into the middle of his living quarters.
“Heeeey, Essek!” He sounds like he’s in a good mood. This is going to be awful. They settle into the routine, opening the bottle, pouring the wine, Verin pulling out whatever soup he’d had ready at the time. A nice little calm before the storm that is sure to come. Gods, if there was ever he’d needed Verin’s advice and deeply did not want it, it was now.
“Oh, how’d that dinner with your exotic mercenaries go?”
“It, ah… it actually…”
Essek sets the bottle down on the table and tries desperately not to blush. Verin laughs triumphantly, delighting (as he always does) in poking fun at Essek.
“Hah! It’s fine, I know, Essek. I am only teasing,” Verin laughs and raises his glass in an apologetic mock-toast.
Essek, despite his nervousness over what he is about to say, manages to hold a Prestidigitation cantrip for what will surely happen next as Verin takes a sip.
“I think they might have been trying to seduce me?
Verin spits out his wine all over Essek, the table, and the already stained rug below them. Essek and the table are clean within two seconds. The rug will simply have to be Verin’s punishment.
“Dalni, you cannot be serious.”
“I admit I am not certain, but I am…” Essek feels himself blushing and holds his wine glass to his lips. “Well, I am certainly not drawing the conclusion from nowhere.”
“Oh, you have evidence, I take it?”
Great. Wonderful. Verin is already enjoying this far too much.
“I… they have invited me for dinner many times. I took it as a courtesy, but they were so persistent in this that I believed it genuine until eventually I… I stopped by. With wine.”
“You brought them wine!”
“I brought the Solvia Groves Diamond.”
“No! Vintage?”
“...The 786.”
Verin absolutely cackles, his face a mixture of shock and delight and disbelief. “Sweet light! This is all we could have hoped for: my big brother! The seducer of the Imperial Hordes!”
“Shut up, Verin. Only two of them are even from the Empire—”
“He shall cut a mighty swath through the enemy armies, not with his sword, but with his staff! The 786, you brought them!”
“Verin, I will stick your shoes to the ceiling with you still in them.”
send me a 👀 and I’ll post a snippet from a WIP that I never got around to finishing this year.
#cr fanfic#essek thelyss#verin thelyss#mighty nein#essek is fully panicking thinking the entire M9 are hitting on him#actually caduceus just cooks with a lot of mushrooms and doesnt know that those are the symbol of the old Drow deity of seduction
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Author Interview
Tagged by the illustrious @a-shakespearean-in-paris
1. how many works do you have on AO3?
125 (my god, so many)
2. what’s your total AO3 word count?
507,692
3. what fandoms do you write for?
Used to write for Dragon Ball Z and Red Dead Redemption 2. Now I just write for Baldur's Gate 3.
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
One and Only (RDR2)
Getting Into Character (RDR2)
Something New (RDR2)
Know Your Place (RDR2)
Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3)
5. do you respond to comments?
Yeah, I try to respond to most of them, although sometimes when it's just one word, I'm not sure what to say, haha.
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Midnight Rendezvous, and that one isn't even that angsty because I wrote a sequel to give Arthur x Reader a happy ending, haha.
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
The majority of my fics have a happy ending (wink wink nudge nudge). But seriously, which would I say has the absolute happiest? Hmmm... Probably The Light That You Shine, which is my only John Marston x Reader fic, strangely enough. I think I put the characters through some shit and they come out very happy at the end.
8. do you get hate on fics?
Not that I'm aware of?
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
Do I write smut? HAH. I write nothing BUT smut, my dear. Well, with a few exceptions. As for what kind of smut? Not sure how to answer that. I write between canon characters and between canon character & reader, and I've got some OC x OC stuff too. Or is the question more like what genre of smut? I've probably written most kinds (soft & gentle, hard & rough, and everything in between).
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Well. I could lie and say I don't. But unfortunately in high school I wrote a DBZ-Sailor Moon-YYH crossover, and I regret its existence.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of...
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope! But if someone wanted to do it, they have my blessing!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, with the wonderful @shootybangbang
14. what’s your all-time favourite ship?
Hmmmm.... All-time, you say. I'd have to say... probably Vegeta x Bulma. Even after all this time.
15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I have a OC x Arthur fic that I really liked making the story for, but it'll forever live as a few drabbles cobbled together. Oh Grace, you'll never get a full fic and I'm sorry.
16. what are your writing strengths?
I've been told that I know when to summarize plot points so that the story doesn't drag on for too long. Also I've been told that my smut writing is some of the best, for its clarity and hotness. I'll accept that compliment, haha!
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
Not descriptive enough at times. The most comments I get on my Google docs from my friends are "elaborate more on this point". Totally fair! And personally, I think I have the writer's equivalent of 'same face syndrome' that some artists have. Like my "reader" character tends to be pretty same-y through a lot of my Arthur x Reader fics...
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
If a character is using another language, I try to make sure that there is a reason for it, that it isn't just for flair. For example, if I have a character blurt something out in another language suddenly, then it means they've been thrown off guard and are going back to their first language. Or if two characters are speaking another language together, then they're either hiding something from others, or they grew up that way and are falling back to old habits.
19. first fandom you wrote for?
Oof, I had to go back to some archived files to figure this out. Probably Yu Yu Hakusho, back in 1999, although I suspect I had some older fics in the Gundam Wing fandom, but I don't have any digital evidence of them, I think they were on a GW Mailing List from Yahoo, of all places.
20. favourite fic you’ve written?
The one I'm writing right now :D (Your Heart is My Home)
Tagging @shootybangbang @twola @cheesewedge @sad-sweet-cowboah @riskpig
#tag game#author interview#man i've written a lot of stuff#this isn't including the 110k words from my books#also 1999 makes me feel so old
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wip games
the noona house
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HI!!
This is my oldest wip, and one that I am having so much trouble getting through. Partly because it's a chapter fic that's going to be longish, and I started writing it before I ever thought I would post a darn thing on the interwebs! lol
The premise: Reader is a late twenties law school grad who works for Hybe's legal department. In Bang PD's absence, his evil second-hand man convinces Reader to pose as BTS's live-in housekeeper (we're talking dorm days) as he suspects the boys are breaking their contract in ways that could harm stock values in light of an approaching comeback and tour. Reader reluctantly accepts the assignment. But who can resist the members? One grouchy, suspicious rapper in particular 😉
Its finished content is very very much all over the place, but here is one of my favorite scenes:
Thank you for asking about this one!!!
(Under the cut)
You felt someone thunk down on the couch beside you, then a handsome head tossed itself into your lap, hair tousled and still damp from the shower, face pouting up at you with a baby’s charm
“Noona, I’m tired,” Jungkook whined, “What are you reading?” You smiled down at the manchild in your lap, threading your hands through his dark locks.
“Korean fairy tales,” You replied, stroking his hair, smiling at his very audible sigh, “It’s how I learned to read Hangul, when I first came to this country.” His eyes had closed and his breath was even. You watched him affectionately as you ran your fingers through his hair, his face as peaceful as a newborn child, his bulky man-sized physique stretched out beside you notwithstanding. He had been the quick second to seek your physical affection following Taehyung almost as
immediately, as if the older boy had given him permission by example. You had been about to return to your book when he mumbled,
“Read to me, noona?” You chuckled and hummed in assent, turning your page back to the beginning of the story, touched that he would ask of you something so maternal.
“The Sky Bridge of Birds,” you began, “No bird is more common in Korea than the magpie. They are numbered by millions. Every day of every year except for the seventh day of the seventh month, the air is full of them…” You stopped in surprise as a voice interrupted the narrative from the door with a cry of indignation. You glanced up to see Taehyung, striding into the room with a hurt expression on his soft features.
“No one told me about the cuddle party!” He promptly curled up in the space to your right, resting his head on the side of your leg.
“Play with my hair, noona!” he whined, before Jungkook reached up to push Tae’s head away blindly. The two swatted at each other as you attempted to avoid their thrashing arms.
“Boys!” you chided gently, and they froze, “there’s room enough for two, but I’m sorry, Tae, Jungkook was here first and I’ll play with his hair tonight." Taehyung groaned discontentedly, and
suddenly Jin let out a scoff.
“Hah! Two infants! Pathetic!” He laughed, not looking away from his game. You smiled and rumpled both boys’ hair.
“Don’t listen to him,” You laughed, “But don’t fight, or I’ll put you both to bed!”
“Yes, noona,” they hummed in unison. Jin looked over again and shook his head, rolling his eyes.
“You know, you’re more than welcome to join us, Seokjin, if that’s what you’re wondering," you teased. The older man’s ears burned red as he blustered in objection, and the maknae chuckled in your lap.
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#arrow sys#Love them#Absolute sweethearts all of em#And suoer fun to sprint with
FIRST OF ALL SOBS /pos
second,,, i know nothing abt twst or obey me but grabby hands at a ramble; i will absolutely listen if you wanted to talk about it :starry:
JSHDJF [WAILS ALOUD] I TOOK SO LONG SO GET BACK TO YOU THAT I FINISHED ONE OF THE WIPS IN THAT TIME LMAO!!
Well!! This is good promo! :> The one that i was typing up is finished now and it's the obey me fic! You can find it here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33644662
Mammon and Movies:
Basically! Someone read another fic of mine that included my self insert flappy stimming and also getting mental breakdown so it asked if i could include a couple other stims in another work since he enjoyed my first one! I. Took that request and made an entire fic dedicated to him lmao. So! I asked it later on for what it would like me to include and which character to use and here we are!
This is a 4K fic of Mammon from Obey Me paired with a Neurodivergent!Reader. The plot is that of him showing you a magic trick and smoothly whipping out a movie ticket!! You've been wanting to ask him to see a movie with you for a while so this is perfect! So perfect in fact that you're overwhelmed with happiness and have a brief moment of being nonverbal as you're overwhelmed with euphoria. Then the next day, you meet him at the venue and the date begins! Other scenes include him allowing you to hold onto his bracelets as it's one of your stims (he wears one of every texture to accomodate to your tastes), you dissociating out of anxiety in a movie theatre and him helping to ground you, and finally! Him sleeping on your shoulder before the movie ends.
Ik i kinda just said the majority of the plot lmao but! Its just a fluffy and sweet movie date! I enjoyed writing it a lot although i got about 80% of it done a month ago and tyn didn't touch it for like 2 weeks sjdbsjd i was p sad abt that. I like finishing things quickly esp when its for other people!! But it was a comfort during a hard time to write this work at 2am under the light of a night lamp and to the tune of street life ambience.
ALSO I FOUND OUT THAT MAMMONS OFFICIAL SONG "ARE YOU READY" LEGIT HAS NO HOURLONG LOOPS AND THAT WAS A HARD HIT TO ME BC LIKE I WANTED TO LISTEN TO IT ON TV BUT IT WASNT HAPPENINGGG TWT WHY DOES EVERYONE LIKE ALL THE OTHER OTHER BROTHER'S SONGS INSTEAD LIKE PLSSS
Anyway lmao i'm quite happy with this work, it feels very round and finished to me which makes me happy because it means I didn't need to worry about editing it to feel satisfied. The requester liked it a lot too! Which made me super super happy. :>
Now!! For the twisted wonderland!! That’s a comfort plotline of mine that doesn’t really have a title yet and is still a wip that is written through my friend’s DMs BUT! I will also take the time to promo my twst writing blog! It is dead QvQ On there, you can see a bit more about the self insert in question but for now, i’ll just put the ship name as the title.
https://twst-sumi-squad.tumblr.com/
Kalim Al-Asim X Sumi Bint Khattar (Plot line):
So!! This one stemmed from me drawing something out of self indulgence and to show it to my friend, I described Sumi B in full and then I told them about my ships and around that time I had like five love songs I was obsessed with. And for each of them. I had. A separate animatic. For like at least 1 ship, the average was two but one had three. Sumi B was the centre of the most ships but not the only one. Anyway!! I told my friend about this and asked if I could dump my ideas onto them! They agreed and I started with a summarised version but then realised I needed a bit more build up so I started to write it in a bit more detail. Hah. It ended up being a Lot More Detailed but even then, I would write the scenes in a much more fluid and descriptive way if it were Real Writing so! I call it a Plotline. It is very long.
The plot itself is. long now. it’s a slowburn lmao because most if not all of my self insert ships tend to be slowburns. But this one? This particular self insert? Sumi B? Yeah she’s the only one with trust issues so she mothers the BIGGEST slowburns known to history. It takes them a year before she even considers him a friend despite seeing him every day and also having multiple deep conversations with him. Anyway though, this one is a big comfort becuase it has something I didn’t really dare to do before. Kalim, the canon character, falls in love with my oc first. Normally I have it the other way round becuase I’m too scared to assume that I would be like, deserving or like desirable enough for someone to have a crush on me. But with Sumi B, even I have a goddamn crush on her lmao. I indulge myself a bit with this one and really play around with emotions and!! In the most recent scene! We have finally reached the part where she actually starts to love him back! :D
I started this one a loooong time ago, at least a month and maybe two? It was Intended to be finsiehd in one night and then i got carried away and my friend got invested and then I ALSO got invested and so I started to develop the plot further so make it more interesting and keep the buildup going. It’s very fun and though i try to limit myself to summarising actions and dialogue, i fail. very often. so it often has little tidbits of more beautiful sentences and tension lmao.
This particular fic is based off of my imagined animatic for the song “Would you be so kind” by Dodie! I didn’t know about the song until i saw other people’s animatics and I ended up taking it and running away haha! I’m currently really happy with it however I am really dreading the day where I actually write it out properly. If I don’t? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll post the plotline by itself. I have another fic just like it, one with a different self insert who (in fact) is very very close with Sumi B and considers her his older sister, that i ALSO wrote in semi detailed plot lines in someone’s DMs. Both are massive comforts to me and though i love them, their plot lines are so goddamn long that i will dread the day i decide to write them all out.
So uhm!!! Yeah!! XDD Those are the two fics I was talking about! I hope you enjoyed my small ramblings about them haha. I’m starting college soon though so I fear I might have much more time for fanfic.
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St. Mungos, since feeling is first who pays attention and Muggle FWB for the WIP Game?
Thank you for the interest, Anon! This took a while because things in my personal life are in chaos, but thank you for the request.
St. Mungos
This is my Healer!Ginny story that has been lurking in the back of my brain since last year. I’ve written a good amount of words, but then an entirely different plot appeared and now I may have to rewrite most of it, hence it’s lack of progress. But I still really want to finish this one day.
Ginny is a Healer on the 4th floor of St. Mungos. Her first patient is someone named Harry Evans. (This is a Harry never to Hogwarts story.)
The first thing Ginny notices is his eyes. They’re the most vivid, bright green that she’s ever seen. It’s unnerving how unseeing they are. A pressure builds up in her chest, an aching pain and nostalgia she can’t place.
The morning light from the window washes over his face, dancing off these round wire-rimmed glasses. His dark hair (black like a blackboard) appears to be on some ineffable scale of entropy — tousled and pointed in every which way, yet somehow it’s charming and works well with his sharp, unconventional features. Some of that hair spills over a bandage wrapped around his forehead.
But it’s also the pleasant, vacancy in those eyes that strikes her, like she’s looking at the embers of a once bright flame. He looks like an innocent, half-lost child, his lips curled in a ghost of a smile.
Her clipboard and supervisor tell her his name is Harry Evans. The name creates an itch at the back of her head, something she wants to scratch at, but the odd sense of nostalgia must be misplaced significance. He’s her first real patient.
He must matter to someone important to have his own room on the fourth floor of St. Mungo’s Ward 49. Usually they lumped all the long-term spell damaged patients in one place, let them wander under the supervision of one Healer. But this room is spacious and private, protected by complicated wards and concealing charms. Someone really cares about Harry Evans, and for some reason it causes a subtle burning behind her eyes. Maybe it’s because he looks like a newborn fawn.
Who wouldn’t want to protect him?
“You’re new, but he’s not difficult. It’s mostly maintenance,” her supervisor says. “He makes it easy, don’t you, Harry?”
Harry’s gaze drifts toward the window.
Ginny scans his file. It’s actually surprisingly thick, but a lot of it has been redacted. The summary page sums it up though: he’s twenty-one; he has been here for three years; the diagnosis is vague (severe curse damage); there’s a long slew of attempted cures, none of which were successful obviously; now it’s about making sure he’s comfortable whatever that means.
“All right, let me know if run into any trouble.” Her supervisor is already starting for the door.
“Um — what about — I know his treatment is maintenance, but can I…?” Ginny’s not sure what she’s trying to say exactly. Harry Evans has seen a lot of Healers if the list of attempted cures is any indication, but she gave up Quidditch to become a Healer in the long-term spell damage ward specifically because she wanted to do something.
Her supervisor gives her a rueful smile.
“Stick to maintenance. Harry Evans is a special case.”
Ginny turns back to Harry, who is facing her again, looking painfully innocent.
Somehow she doesn’t need convincing that he’s special.
since feeling is first who pays attention
This was a gift for the Harry/Ginny Discord Incognito Elf exchange. I managed to finish in time to gift it, but I want to take some additional time to rework it before posting. It is missed moments over the years as Ginny and her feelings for Harry evolve.
Ginny presses her face against the wall, peeking between the stair spindles. Her bright brown eye lands on the two boys hunched over a chessboard. Her brother Ron and Harry Potter, who, despite appearing to be losing, doesn’t look the least upset.
Harry Potter.
The Harry Potter is in her house. Looking comfortable on their couch despite the faded, mended cushions. His face crinkles in laughter at something Ron says, his green eyes bright with contentment. Ginny doesn’t miss the occasional look of awe at the things she’s always taken for granted. It’s almost as if he can’t believe he is really here.
He isn’t what she expected – isn’t what she imagined he would look like after all those years listening to Mum recite her favorite bedside story, about the heroic Savior of the Wizarding World. She had pictured neat hair, a dashing smile, someone who would recognize a comrade in her and take her on all sorts of adventures. He would be different, he wouldn’t discount her dreams of flying and doing everything her brothers could and more.
Instead, Harry Potter has the messiest hair ever, a sheepish smile, and clothes that he nearly swims in. Oh, and he has somehow missed the memo and found the comrade in her brother Ron instead.
Her fingers curl around the spindle. Not for the first time, a spike of envy shoots through her. If only she were a little older or a boy. Then maybe she would be the one playing chess with Harry. Maybe she would be the one to hide under his invisibility cloak and battle trolls and face You-Know-Who with him.
Ginny presses her face a little closer and lets out a sigh.
But Harry Potter is kind. He ignores all the times she has made a fool of herself. And he has the greenest eyes she’s ever seen. They are as green as those glowing jars of pickled toads at the Potion ingredients store Mum had taken her to. Pretty and kind and not dismissive of her patched clothes or her glowing red face.
Harry Potter. If he likes Ron, if he looks like he actually likes the Burrow, if his face grimaces at the attention at Flourish and Blotts, could it be possible that one day he could like her too?
Muggle FWB
Hah, so this was the first idea that I rambled off to my beta, which ended up with long, long emails back and forth on this idea that I never wrote! Here’s a snippet of that exchange:
Harry thinks he only see Ginny as a little sister, so when she suddenly proposes that they become friends with benefits in uni, he’s floored and says they’re practically family. Blinded by her anger over the rejection, she kisses him so that he knows what he’ll be missing. Of course, he then realizes his attraction to her. As their physical relationship progresses, they develop feeeeeeelings (gasp!). But Ginny thinks she only wants a physical relationship and once they have sex, it'll get out of her system. Harry has to work to convince her that she actually wants more.
But the backdrop is that Ginny doesn't think she wants more than sex is that when she was 11, she was kidnapped by Tom Riddle for as a kid (they met at the park a lot, and none of her brothers/Harry/anyone realized he'd been "befriending" her). Kid Harry figures out where Riddle took her and saves her.
Ginny wasn’t molested but she/Harry/everyone else is deeply affected by this event even though they don't realize it. Ginny thinks she's overcome it, and she's still a BAMF some the books but she's not fully over it as shown by her fear of being emotionally involved with Harry. It's why Harry refuses for a long time to think of her anything else outside of a brotherly way.
Ginny has a really bad sexual experience (though it doesn't go all the way), and as a result she's disgusted by men (not scared), but doesn't feel any revulsion with Harry. After not being able to get close to any boy for a long time, she decides to proposition Harry. Harry, being noble, absolutely refuses at first, but she kisses him, he's very attracted to her, and is convinced by her that he's helping her get over this tick. So it's FWB but it fits their personalities, and still stays true to the Ginny is subconsciously afraid of a real relationship/intimacy with Harry, who realizes he wants more but doesn't know if just getting to be physical is more than he'll ever deserve and he wants what he can get if not real love from her - until, of course, he realizes he can't do it anymore and she has to decide if she's brave enough to actually let herself feel.
HAHA omg I’m reading over my emails and I talk about getting into The Changeling and only sleeping 4/5 hrs a night and then the exchange ends with my coming up with my alternate dimension idea of Harry getting thrown into the BWL!Neville universe. So you guys can see why this story never went anywhere despite several thousands words between me and my beta.
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Whew, long post. Hope that satisfied your curiosity!
I’m honestly not sure there are any left, but let me know if you have any other wip asks! Though note that I will be rather absent in the near-future because of life.
#wip title game#anonymous#healer!ginny story#st. mungos#since feeling is first who pays attention#muggle au fwb#languishing wips#i'm not gone for good but will be gone for a little while#just popping my head in now and again#because life#hinny#harry/ginny
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very intrigued by hermione/jaime crack 😳😳
thank you both @halfagod and @forbiddenfantasies1 for asking about this! and sorry it's so long
okay so - right off the bat, this isn’t anything romantic or anything, but it is crack.
you’ll likely remember there was some fanfic grrm was writing about his own characters fighting other characters. one of the first ones was Jaime Lannister vs Hermione Granger, and since he hates JK Rownling his descriptions of what a showdown between them would be were very uncharitable to the characters to say the fucking least, especially Hermione.
the whole thing is quite a bad read and it sent me thinking that there were a LOT of variables that would play into it if taken seriously, starting with their personalities, ages at the time of the match, reason why they’re fighting in the first place, etc.
and since I like world building and whatnot, I began thinking how to make their showdown realistic and feasable obeying the laws of their respective narratives, and then I decided it would be even more fun (hah) to make as many scenarios with those variables as possible, because that’s the sort of person i am. and then I realized... well. asoiaf began to be published in the 90s.... 1996, to be precise, when hermione was 17, and facing a war against a madman. and the parallels were right there, and thus I made a timeline to see how things would fit, and then some other ideas sprang up from that.
so now the main idea is that it all starts the year after the war, when Hermione comes back to Hogwarts to finish her studies while everyone else goes on with their lives. she’s alone, she has to deal with everything she saw and everything she had to do, and with everyone else in Hogwarts being traumatized too... so she’s depressed, and trying to get better. and in my idea, one of the things she tries is to get back to the things that made her happy before it all went wrong, reading among them.
particularly, reading muggle books. because since she knows real magic now, well, regular fantasy books must lose some of their charm, right? but what if that was what she loved as a kid, and she’s desperate enough to get away from what reality is now, in real-magic world? so maybe she tries new stories, see what she’s missed in the last couple of years.
and maybe she is afraid of being judged for having some of those books or she just wants some peace and quiet, so she sneaks into the room of requirements and foolishly and naively asks for a room where she can “immerse” herself in the book she’s trying to read that night.
and that’s how she meets Jaime, by going into the world of the book. and the idea was then that she would periodically travel into the books and see Jaime at different ages, and as she gets older and processes what happened during the war, her perspective of the events and her life shifts and changes, not unlike Jaime’s story changes through the books.
anyways i wrote some 2k words about grief and healing and it’s been sitting there, looking at me and threatening to become too long.
here’s the bit where she first meets Jaime in case you’re interested
(be warned, I never read HP in English and I haven’t consumed any media about it in YEARS. also i suck at actions scenes)
come ask stuff about my WIPs if you want!
“Who are you?” The white knight demanded.
Hermione frowned and ignored the question, inspecting the trees behind the man, the grass of the meadow under her feet. She had clearly been portkeyed somewhere, where was the artifact?
“Answer me!” the man demanded. He shifted on his feet, his armor creaking and clinking. “Who sent you?”
“He said,” a second voice drawled behind her. “Where did you come from?”
Jumping to one side, Hermione noticed another knight, much closer to her, but also much younger. He was tall, but had a leaner frame even with the white armor, same as his companion. He didn’t have his helm on either, and she spotted it on the ground, likely dropped so the boy could hold his sword with both hands, the point of which was angled at her throat, even at a distance. His curly hair, golden and sticky with sweat, enveloped two emerald green eyes that moved with the murderous intent of a cat.
Hermione swallowed.
If velas were male, she blinked in confusion, this is what they would look like.
It was stupid to realize that at a moment like this, given the fact her life was being threatened, but no human being was ever that beautiful. It had to be magic.
She looked around, trying to remember what had been next to her in the Room of Requirements. Where’s the bloody thing?
“Accio portkey,” she swished her wand in a circle above her head, but nothing happened.
“Get her!” the man ordered the boy, and both stepped forward, closing in. Their swords drew up, the man holding it above his head, the boy raising the pommel to his cheek.
“Whoa!” Hermione reached instinctively into her robes and got her wand out. Her mind raced, trying to recall everything she knew about metal charming, but when the knights were upon her, she disapparated with a faint pop.
She apparated a couple of meters away, shaking her head off the unpleasant feeling of being vaccumed through space. As she opened her eyes, there was a loud clank from the swords that met where she should have been. The boy trembled below the man’s strength, holding his ground with some difficulty.
“Oi, please!” she called to them, holding a hand out in a placating gesture. “Where am I? Who are you?”
As one, the man turned with fury towards her, and the boy frowned in angry confusion. She had a second to recall Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and, not without failing to see the irony, felt grateful she had learned forgetfulness spells from the best.
“Witchcraft,” the older knight muttered, and the boy only glanced at him for a moment, returning his eyes to her. “Cut her throat!”
The boy hesitated a second, but when the older man charged towards her, so did he.
“Wingardium leviosa!” she yelled at the armors, to no effect. “Shit.” She disapparated again, just before they reached her. She apparated by a tree this time, to their right. She aimed at the clothes they hopefully had below their armors and forced herself to speak through the haze. “Wingardium leviosa!”
Both knights lifted into the air like they weighed less than feathers.
“Seven hells!” the older knight screamed, anger and fear mixing as he balanced unceremoniously on his spot.
Iron, Hermione breathed with relief to herself. It was the iron.
She didn’t know what to expect, she had never tried to charm uncharmed metalwork before. Unless you counted locks. Then again maybe that charmed the air around the metal, or maybe there was more magic in this particular iron, she didn’t have the time to--
“What is this?” the young man demanded, as he waved his sword around, testing if he was being held on the spot like a puppet.
Hermione walked towards them with caution.
“Gentlemen, please!” she called to them through their grunts and curses. “Where am I? Who are you?”
“Silence, witch!” the older man ordered, trying to stick his sword to the ground in an attempt to descend.
“I’ll let you down as soon as you answer my questions,” she swallowed, reminding herself of the many times she had fought against enemies bigger than her. “I just want to get home.”
The boy bore his eyes into hers. “Where is that?”
“None of your bloody business,” she replied instinctively.
“She’s not from here, ser,” the boy said to the older knight. “She wears odd clothes, speaks strange words.”
“Shut up, Ser Jaime, get to--”
But Hermione didn’t get to hear what the man wanted the boy to do.
“Ser Jaime?” the name was out of her mouth before she knew it. She squinted at the boy’s armor, saw the seven swords engraved on the plate, and realization hit her. She looked at the boy, then at the man. I’ll be fucking damned.
“Jaime.” she repeated, bringing the boy’s attention back to her. “Jaime… Lannister?”
#sorry this is very long#personal#tagged meme#halfagod#forbiddenfantasies1#jb#halfagod#fyi we don't respect jk rowling in this house#wendy writes
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Writer Tag Game
Thank you for the tag, @5lazarus! You know I love a good tag game :)
If you want to do this, please do, and tag me in it so I can see! I'm going to specifically nudge @cemetrygatess, @delicatetrashstranger, @ectogeo-rebubbles, @irresistible-revolution, @apteu, @aurora-nova-fic, and @vermin-disciple
How many works do you have on AO3?
70
(I've edited this like 5 times and can't make it not gigantic. This is a functional website.)
What's your total AO3 word count?
252,454
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Confess Nothing, Lost in Translation, Two Truths, That Nice Mister Fell, and Growth
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I really try to respond to every single comment that I get, because I want to convince people to keep commenting! I love hearing what people have to say about my fics, and those AO3 emails often end up the highlight of my day. There aren't a lot of areas in my life where people just give me praise, and it does lovely things for my self-esteem, not just as a writer but in life more generally!
What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
I often don't write angsty endings, because I am but a simple sapphose who likes happy endings, but probably I'd Like to Give Up Now or When All Kindness is Gone, which are both just Garak being sad.
What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
I think my endings recently have been more hopeful than straightforwardly everything is perfect and resolved, which is what this question makes me think of. I think maybe The Game is Afoot series as a whole because it just ends super fluffy. Usually I end once the characters get together so we don't really get to see what happens next.
Do you write crossovers? If so, What is the craziest one you’ve ever written?
I write them within Trek! DS9 and TNG (Personnel Review) and DS9 and LD (Rumor Has It). Never anything crazy, though. Perhaps I should try.
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
No, never, which I chalk up primarily to being part of a very lovely fandom.
Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Hah! I've tried, but I can't do much more than kissing (even that was a stretch) and smoldering looks. I can only come up with so many ways to say, "they rubbed body parts against each other and it felt good for some reason." If I did it would be IKEA erotica. Major kudos to all of you who manage it. (I'm also very, very ace/aro, which probably has something to do with this, along with my general dislike of writing out any actions the characters are performing.)
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge. I see people using tags like "don't repost to another site" sometimes; is that a common occurrence?
Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but that would be very cool! Translation can be hard to do well and I think those who do it are wizards.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
It's not published, but there's one in the works right now with another amazing DS9 author! Stay tuned...
What’s your all-time favourite ship?
To write, or just in general? I like to write couples that flirt by bickering, and you can tell from my AO3 that I am an assembly line of garashir fic, but the last time I really wrote fic (although never published any of it), I was die hard Sheena/Zelos from Tales of Symphonia.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I don't like this question because I don't want to admit defeat! But frankly there are many I fear will not see the light of day.
What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue!
What are your writing weaknesses?
Actually describing things that are happening. Giving any visual detail whatsoever.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
My thought is that if the POV character speaks that language, you should just translate. If the POV character doesn't, then I think writing in that language makes sense.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
I'm about to be very honest with you all: Sonic the Hedgehog. It was a gift for my older sibling when I was maybe eight years old.
What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?
Terribly challenging question! The answer definitely changes depending on when you ask me. At the moment, Fringe Benefits, because it was fun to write and I still think it's fun when I reread it. I was very tickled by the idea of Aziraphale and Crowley in opposing styles of Brecht and Artaud type productions.
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WIP Wednesday: Procrastinating with Productivity!
So, hah, still not finished with the fun fluffy thing I was distracting myself with, because LO! I’ve been writing what I’m supposed to instead! Hahah!
One of the things that has been driving me bonkers about the Thomas-As-Heir fic is the Barrows. We won’t be seeing much of them - even less now than we have in the past - but I just...........I’ve not been able to convince them to be people instead of stiff, two dimensional, wooden puppets. I think I’ve finally had the necessary break through to at least get Mr. Barrow into the third dimension.
I’d introduce you to Samuel as well, but he’s really just there to open the door, fetch Dad, and Not Look Like Thomas. (Not that I describe him much in this version...)
The man who entered the room was tall, broad, and oddly lean, like someone who should have weighted more than he did. His eyes were dark, his hair - what was left of it - was pale, and his face had a decided oval shape to it. His hands, when he laid them on the counter, had very long fingers, the sort that seemed custom made for playing the piano or engaging in delicate crafts. In short, he looked every inch the clock maker, and not a thing like either Thomas or the young man who had let Robert in. “Lord Grantham,” the man greeted respectfully, his voice deep and slightly graveled with age. “Samuel says you’ve come concerning my older son, Thomas.”
“I have,” Robert confirmed, keeping his tone carefully pleasant. Even though he was forced to admit, on some level, that Thomas looked more like Cora than either Mr. Barrow or Samuel, looks weren’t proof of anything. After all, Edith didn’t look a thing like anyone in the family. One of his old war chums had once commented on the fact in a rather embarrassing manner. Robert had barely forgiven the man, and only because they’d both been squiffy at the time. “I’m sorry to trouble you on a Sunday, but I��m afraid it’s quite urgent.”
“It’s no trouble, my lord,” the man replied, his words much more distinct and deliberate than either of his children. Something in his manner made Robert wonder if his slow speech was from more than respect. A medical ailment, perhaps. Hadn’t Barrow taken time off a couple of years prior because his father had been ill? “What can I do for you?”
“It has come to my attention that your son Thomas might, in fact, be adopted,” Robert informed him, working his way through his carefully prepared lie. He’d spent the entire train trip rehearsing it. “If that is true, then there are legal steps that I, as an employer, need to take. It’s nothing you need worry about,” he assured, “Simply a matter of taxes and paperwork resulting from the new adoption laws.”
The other man blinked, clearly perplexed. “I was unaware that the new laws involved taxes at all.”
Inwardly Robert cursed. He’d hoped that the other man would know as little about the new laws as he did. “I believe it only applies to domestic staff living in. Anyone not keeping servants wouldn’t know about it.” He prayed that the Barrows weren’t so well off that they kept a maid.
Thankfully, the other man seemed to accept the bluff. “I see,” he nodded, then frowned again. “And Thomas serves you? In your house?”
“He’s been part of my household for sixteen years and currently holds the position of butler.”
“I see.” Mr. Barrow sounded impressed by the fact. He was silent for a minute, then nodded. “Yes, I see. I’d have not thought him capable of such dedication, but if he has I am pleased to hear it.”
It was Robert’s turn to frown. “I take it you don’t keep much contact with him? Your younger son, Samuel, seemed surprised to learn he was alive.”
“As you said, my lord, we’ve not heard from him often since he left. He did write to let us know he’d taken a position in a house before the war, presumably yours, but the last we heard from him he’d joined the war effort. As we received no letter from the war office informing us of his death, the missus and I assumed he’d come through, but Samuel was still young enough he might have thought otherwise.”
“I take it Samuel was too young to fight?”
“He was just old enough when the war started, but he didn’t join until he was conscripted. I was not well at the time, so he was needed at home.” In case there was any doubt, the man added, “We were honoured when he was called, of course, and grateful when he was returned to us. He is our greatest joy.”
“More than Thomas?”
Mr. Barrow nodded. “Yes, my lord. You see, Samuel is ours. Thomas, as you have been made aware, was adopted. We had given up on a son, by the time we took him in. My wife did not do well in child birth and my brother-in-law, a doctor, was quite concerned for her well being. When Samuel was born, seven years after we took Thomas in, she was bed ridden for months after. We were afraid she might die.”
“Good God,” Robert winced at the thought. The other man told his story well enough that it was difficult not to believe. “Who took care of the children while she was ill?”
“My daughter Peggy was thirteen. She’d accepted a job as a maid for one of the local families, a solicitor, but we brought her home.”
If Peggy was anything like his own daughters, Robert couldn’t see that having gone over well. Still, with a daughter to oversee things and a son who was actually their own, he could easily see the Barrows losing interest in the boy they’d adopted. It was a well spun story and he reminded himself firmly that it probably wasn’t true. Trying to get his investigation back on track, he asked, “And you never told Thomas he was adopted?”
“It is never a good thing, for children to know the people raising them are not their natural parents,” the other man informed him. “It would encourage disrespect and poor behavior, at the very least. True, with Thomas we’d need not have worried about his natural parents coming to claim him once he was working age. His father is unknown and his mother died in childbirth, although her name is on the birth certificate. Still, we felt it best to keep it to ourselves.”
And there was the place where the stories intersected, the one Mr. Barrow was telling and the one from the journal. They lined up, to the letter, which meant they had to be true or very well rehearsed. Baiting his hook carefully, Robert asked, “I don’t suppose you can provide any proof that he was adopted?”
“Of course, my lord.”
“Excellent.” Robert smiled. Now he had them.
#downton abbey#downton abbey fanfiction#wip wednesday#robert crawley#lord grantham#original character#mr. barrow#thomas's father
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👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about? 🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP. 🌙 What time of day do you prefer to write? Why? 📊 Current number of WIPs. 🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?
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👀 "Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?" Hrrrgggg yeah probably some of my older ideas that I never finished but tbh most of them are so vague and old i have no idea what they're about anymore...😅
🖋 "Post a snippet from a current WIP." : uh oh...hah. "Stiles got the fire going with supplies from his bag while Derek spread blankets on the bed. He heard him leave the room and return, snapping out a blanket he must have found in a closet. Dust exploded in the air, making them both sneeze a few times.
“Sorry,” Derek sniffled.
Stiles stoked the fire, watching it eat up the logs. He pushed to his feet and turned, smiling at the cozy bed Derek had made up. They shook dust off the pillows. Stiles hesitated to take his boots off, but he did—just this one night. As they crawled under the covers, Stiles thought about the hazy days in that warm little oasis they had been trapped in. That they had trapped themselves in. He pushed at his leg and felt just the slightest twinge from the mostly healed bruise. “I wonder how long we were actually there,” he said aloud. "
🌙 "What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?" Midday-night (late, late night sometimes 😬) my brain just likes night time way more. I am Not a morning person.
📊 "Current number of WIPs" Just two! I usually only work on one thing at a time unless I join an event mid-fic, and then there are two, but never more.
🧠 "what's an idea that you have that you can't quite call a WIP yet?" Lol...oh...too many. Bookstore/stalker au, Thief/larcenist/orphan Stiles au, dagger au, demon au....a few others. 😬 the list.
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re the writing game, im interested in anything involving the Spire but IOCT Aftermath sounds esp interesting! ^v^
(For the WIP question game. Thanks for the ask!)
Ah! That’s another older one that I still poke at from time to time. Like a large chunk of the things that I write for my own entertainment, it’s self-indulgent hurt/comfort. xD
Anything more than that requires a good chunk of context, though.
“Infinite OCT” was a ‘practice’ original character tournament that I joined freshman year of high school. The idea was that people could join and drop out as they wished; losers would not be eliminated, and were instead paired against one another. Both comic and written entries were allowed.
It went dead pretty soon after I joined; I only managed an “audition” and most of the first round before things petered out.
My plot was that the characters of the Spire had been mysteriously shapeshifted into almost-humans, and Linast thought the tournament might hold the answers to fixing that. Clemcy was around and meddling. (If you want to read kid-me’s even angstier characterization of Linast, simplistic characterization of Clemcy, + all sorts of thoroughly outdated designs and Spire concepts, my entry is still available on deviantart.)
It also contains some of the few comic pages that I’ve ever completely finished! So that’s kind of neat at least.
[Image description: Parts of comic pages in which Linast, in human form, is teleported into a monochrome park and promptly falls into the water in a canal with a yelp. He hauls himself out of the water with his magic, coughing and sputtering, and complains, “N... not your best work, Diamond." End description.]
Anyway! IOCT Aftermath is, contrary to its file name, not about the aftermath of the IOCT. xD It’s actually about the other side: what the people left in the Spire are getting up to while Linast is gone.
More specifically, it’s focusing on what’s going on to keep Diamond from getting back in touch with Linast after sending him to the tournament.
It’s mostly an excuse to write Diamond and Millie interacting with one another (Spire’s on lockdown and they’re somewhat isolated), which is fun! They’re a bit awkward, and Millie genuinely does not know how to Social. But they eventually default to memory games and singing with one another to pass the time and it’s hilarious to me, hah.
#long post#Stoic characters doing silly things gives me secondhand embarrassment when it’s other people’s characters#but if it’s my own characters it can be fun :P#... so nobody is surprised but. I talk a lot when given half an opportunity. :')#writing flails#novamoth#my stuff#abime spire#Linast#my art#answers#ioct#infinite oct#that human incident
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Fanfic Progress Update 68
Hello, everyone! It’s Saturday, so let’s do this again. Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure gone Mini AND now also the next Radiohusk drabble I’ll post sometime next week!
Current WIPs:
Adventure gone Mini
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap
Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.
Progress: Chapter 39 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 27th of May. Chapter 40 is done and will be posted on 17th of June.
I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.
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That month of the year
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Summary: Every year, for a single month, the Radio Demon gets… emotional. His antlers are in velvet and he’s pumped full of hormones that make him behave quite unlike himself: suddenly, everywhere he looks, instead of seeing fellow demons all he sees are helpless little fawns that nobody is taking a proper care of! Solution? Adopt them.
Husk, Niffty, Camille, Honey, and the rest of the older Fawns put up with their Mom/Dad’s nonsense every year, but this time there’s a new, rotten apple in their midst and they have to protect Alastor from this crook. Without Alastor knowing about it. As Husk likes to put it: “This is fucking bullshit. …I mean fudgy nonsense.”
(Crack taken seriously. Gen)
Progress: The first two chapters are finished. The third chapter is more than halfway done. I want to have a few chapters written before posting anything, because this is hella slow to write. No progress.
This fic is co-authored by Maximillian!
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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe of “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.
I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!
Progress: Chapter 18 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 5th of June. Chapter 19 has a couple of paragraphs done, and the scheduled posting date is 19th of June. A sneak-peek will be posted on Thursday.
I have 18 prompts left.
This fic receives a new chapter every Friday.
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Secret drabbles and ficlets!
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Summary: I’ve occasionally written completely random Radiohusk fics and shared them with a bunch of friends without posting them on AO3 or here. I’d like to rectify that and start posting them here at random for everyone to read. I won’t be posting them on AO3 because I don’t want to, so keeping an eye on this blog is even more rewarding than before for a while.
Progress: I have two separate drabbles at the moment as well as one that isn’t Radiohusk, and a few nearly finished ones that I’ll probably get done sooner or later. I’ll post the finished ones once a week until I run out, on whatever day I feel like doing it. Basically, keep your eyes open ;)
Here’s a bonus secret: I have a couple of things I won’t be posting here - one that is unfinished and not likely to be finished at all (and which I would post on AO3 if I did finish it) and one that is slightly risque (by my very very ace standards, lol) that I don’t want reblogged around. I’ll eventually post them on the Radiohusk Discord server, if you want to see them.
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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:
PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)
DC Drabbles (Justice League)
Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)
Experiment in Romance (Hazbin Hotel)
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That’s it for the WIPs! Here are the promised sneak-peeks into Adventure gone Mini and the random Hazbin drabble (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!
Mini
Link and Sidon were man-handled through a hallway between two mushrooms into another part of the building. Whereas the first room had been vast and grand looking – and thus perfect to play tag in – the next place had a more… sacred temple kind of atmosphere. There were ornate pillars all around the place, mystical yet peaceful looking paintings hanging from the walls, and an altar against one wall. There was also a small fountain in the middle of the room.
Before the fountain stood an adult Minish dressed in the same robes as the children were. They turned around to look when the rather noisy group entered the room.
"Oh, visitors?" they asked, rather unnecessarily in Link's opinion.
"Yes! We seized them at the door!" said the kid who had spoken before – or at least Link assumed them to be the same kid; not like he could tell them apart other than by size at best. "We don't know what they want!"
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Random drabble
Husk breathed heavily as he carried the limp form of Alastor around the corner and out of the combat zone. His chest hurt from his broken ribs being strained by the pressure of a body being held tight against them, but he didn't care. He just didn't fucking care.
"Hold on just a little longer", he pleaded, and almost collapsed onto the ground when he finally reached the relative safety of the empty alley. He sunk down to his knees and gingerly laid the bloodied, broken form of Alastor onto the dirty ground to inspect his injuries so he could try to fix him up…
...Only to discover that Alastor was no longer breathing.
No.
Shit! No!
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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!
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