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clare-with-no-i · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank youuu @isahorcrux for the tag! it's been so long since I did one of these omigoddddd

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

392k. a bit crazy that the next chapter of theogony will put it over 400k. wauw!!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

publicly? Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. privately? I have an entire folder on my laptop called 'other shit' which is just one-shots for about fifteen different fandoms which I will never publish <3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

god. this is really making me look at my statistics page which I actively try not to do lol. but it's one long day, I will carry you, color theory, foreigner's god, and growing pains. what can I say, the ppl love the they lived AUs!

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

I try to but I'm terrible about it which is a personal failing. I am so sorry. a new strategy that helps with this is that with my WIPs I try to respond right after the next chapter is posted so the person gets a nice lil notif and they have something else to read!

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

oh hmmm. I guess the derelict art of letting go ending was angsty, but the whole thing was angsty. the end was bittersweet. maybe Invictus? ok new problem is I can't remember what I've written

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

foreigner's god! it's always clare why did you write all of that sad stuff into foreigner's god clare why did you write their deaths in such brutal detail clare I made my roommate read this and now she won't stop crying blah blah and it's never hey clare thanks for that nice ending scene where they're just married and lying in bed and vibing!!!!!!!!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yeah I do and I think under viking law I'm legally permitted to fistfight the commenters!!!!!!!!!!!! step up cowards!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

god. lmao. yes I do! not often, though, I'm afraid. I tend to write an extremely narrow niche which is just exorcising trauma through sex and personal intimacy. I have no chill :)

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

no I actually usually dislike crossovers lol. like theogony is a fusion of the outlander premise but I can assure you that James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Frasier will not make an appearance. crossovers stress me out and I like to keep my little fictional words separate, if I can. ok edit: on further review I've concluded that I enjoy premise swaps (these are just AUs lol), but I can't deal with characters from multiple pieces of media interacting. it's too much. stay in your lanes, my god. this isn't super smash bros.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not a whole fic but someone basically copy and pasted a bunch of lines from NAR into their story and then a bunch of drama ensued. it sucked and I don't like looking at NAR because it reminds me of it. I still think about the anon who told me about it, though. they were so lovely and so caring and kind to me. I hope they're doing well.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! both with my permission and without. ha ha.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

babes I can't even finish the stories that I'm writing by myself

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

percabeth or zelink! or any doomed/short-lived/five seconds of screen time couple in a tv show or book. seriously idk why but I always fixate on the less important characters

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

I renounce this question in the name of christ. amen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I exist not with writing strengths or weaknesses but instead a secret third thing (stupidly recognizable style)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

see above

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

I actually have a WIP where James lives in Spain to play quidditch and he speak Spanish in it :) eso me asusta mucho pq no he practicado mi español hace muchos años pero…sea lo que sea

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

percabeth! my ffnet account is still out there somewhere with ~four percabeth stories that are terrible :) just very bad :) no good :) horriblé :)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

theogony or foreigner's god! or suze's bday fic but that's because I have never tailor-made something for someone quite like that fic and she was so sweet about it eye can't deal

tagging my internet wife @thequibblah bestie...knocking at ur door...standing outside with an edible arrangement...

#clare is tagged #this was s'cute tysm isa!

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anbroids · 2 years

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your dirkjake playlist…………………. i need more

oh my god. oh my god. you have no idea what you're asking for because the thing is i will just start going insane in my reply to this.

more dirkjake songs that rattle in the cages of my mind below

Dirt on your fingernails, blood on your knees But did that ever make you happy? I think you were my best friend, gentle, do not apprehend I know it hasn't been a dream, but if you pardon, I will mend Drunk in a parking lot, just after three Tearin' out your hair like a banshee Lighter and a safety pin, light the end, burn to skin I'll stick to you forever, 'cause this scar, I think is permanent Falling off the edge with you It was too good to be true Pin, Grimes

likeeeee ooougugohugohuhh forgive me for grimesposting but everything about this. we are best friends and insane and we tried to make it work and failed but we'll try again because no one understands us but each other so i'm falling off the edge with you. bonus points for all the lyrical imagery about wrestling with each other like it just works. this is the #1 dirkjake song for me *blows up*

ok i will list a few others and restrain from heavy explanation (me when i'm lying)

Everything is simple 'til it's not Learned to love the ropes when you were caught See they could be braided a different way And sinking into nothing, you learn to stay Singers tend to hide the truth Or you hear it, if it speaks to you What do you expect, it serves them well To edit anything that's fit to tell I'm no better and I'm no worse I'm still around but it's a curse And you'll just do the best you can And time will call you a good man Everything is Simple, Widowspeak

love the part about lying by omission. something something jake english and self preservation. everything is simple until it's not! those last couple of lines.................... oh my god. do i even need to explain. im no better and i'm no worse i'm still around but it's a curse

Asking you what's on your mind Can't tell if you're quiet or tired Staying up all night to find out What's left to find out If the sun comes up, we'll know Baby, there ain't no clouds Baby, there ain't no crying Or figuring this thing out Or really, really trying to You've gotta tell me how you feel I've gotta tell you how I feel Optimism, Jana Horn

this one is soooooo dirkjake during their session aaauauaauuughhhhh isolation and pain and being unable to communicate yup yup yup

I made it to a dinner date My teardrops seasoned every plate I tried to dance but lost my nerve I cramped up in the learning curve I'm a tulip in a cup I stand no chance of growing up I'm resigned to sail on through In the wake of tales of you I root for you, I love you Valentine, Fiona Apple

young and flawed adolescent love you can't grow out of yeah. dirkjake epilogues enough said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No matter which way you go No matter which way you stay You're out of my mind, out of my mind Out of my mind, out of my mind I was walking with a ghost I said please, please don't insist Walking with a Ghost, Tegan and Sara

it would be corny if i took any time to explain this one. it's about a ghost you can't exorcise that lives in your mind

So much comin' in I do not know where to begin I just follow the lead you're pulling And I get lost in your trail So much more to tell You just ask me if I'm doing well But I do not know what the hell I just swallow hard And I wake up in a cold sweat on your ceiling Terrified of what your love's revealing Black Diamonds, Big Thief

me whenever i hear any song about how love is frightening and confusing and it exposes things about yourself you don't know how to cope with: haha dirkjake moment

*edit oh my god how could i forget this one. the dirk strider song to end them all. i must sneak this corny one into the mix. it needs no explanation

#clearly i am soooo normal about them #ask #dirkjake #jake english #dirk strider #text #music

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jplupine · 10 months

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Feral Possession: Chapter 16

Blood in the Water

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~2k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror, Blood and Injury, Near Death Experience, Almost Drowning

Summary: A calm afternoon turns deadly.

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 16:

"Stop working already." Grimmjow groaned while laying across the desk with his fingers laced behind his head.

"I already ordered Chinese, stop bugging me."

"What are you even doing that's so interesting? The book is probably shit."

"I'm not editing."

"The fuck are you doing then?"

"Ichigo asked me to write up what I've learned about you to add to the Soul Society records. Doing it this way allows for more detail to be added, and makes it to where it doesn't have to be shared through word of mouth."

"What makes you think I'll let you give that to him?" Grimmjow's eyes locked on me as his pupils were thin slits.

"Because it's the same shit I already told Ichigo." The demon furrowed his brows.

"You're not telling them everything?"

"I already said I was dealing with you. I'm not gonna have some shithead exorcist getting a big head and killing you or exorcising you before I can."

"Aw, I thought you didn't want to do that anymore."

"I never said that."

"'I think I'd prefer you as an ally, too.'" Grimmjow mocked.

"And I do, but we still have a deal that ends in you taking my soul. It's either you eat it or 'keep' my soul like some pet or lackey. Not exactly interested in any of those outcomes."

"What's so wrong with being my little rabbit?" He smirked, and I just looked him dead in the eye with an unamused expression.

"I don't think I have to actually answer that."

"Rude ass."

"You'll get over it." I scoffed while turning back to the laptop screen.

The sun was still warm despite fall being right around the corner, and the cool water surrounding me gave a sense of serenity. Slowly breathing with my eyes closed, I was simply floating on my back in the pool. I was taking a break from work and Grimmjow to relax in the quiet for as long as it lasted.

The demon was napping the last I saw him, as was Dagur, so I was taking this moment for myself.

Sighing through my nose, I rolled over and began to lazily swim around the pool. A shadow flew across the water, and I glanced up to see a bird circling overhead. Squinting, I couldn't tell what kind it was exactly, but from the shape, I would guess at it being a hawk. It was gliding on an air current high above as I watched it.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and I turned to look at the back door thinking Grimmjow was awake from his nap. My brows furrowed when I didn't see him there before I rubbed the back of my neck. Glancing around the yard, I didn't see anything there either.

Unease began to settle in, and I decided to go back inside. Swimming to the stairs, I wrung out my hair while going up the steps. A chill shot down my spine before I even saw the beast barreling at me.

I couldn't even scream before I was submerged back in the water as claws dug into my shoulders. Bubbles of air rose from my mouth as I couldn't clearly see the demon on me. My fingers tangled in coarse fur, and I tried to shove the demon off of me when teeth nearly snapped down on my face.

Stinging, throbbing pain radiated from the claw marks on my shoulders, and the demon was grabbing at me as I struggled to fight back. The water around me was turning pink from the demon clawing at me more. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was trying to remain as calm as possible while holding my breath.

I was kicking and pushing, trying to get the thing off of me as it was keeping me under the water. My hand closed around the bottom jaw of a snout, and I jerked my hand upward while shooting out raw spiritual energy. I heard a shrill cry garbled in the water before claws raked across my chest.

More blood seeped into the water as my lungs were burning and begging for air. An inhuman hand closed around my throat as my back hit the bottom of the pool.

However, as the demon was rearing its head on me again, it was suddenly off of me, and I hurried toward the surface. My head broke the water, and I gasped for air. Clinging to the edge of the pool, I pulled myself out of the water until a hand grabbed my ankle and dragged me back a few inches.

My nails dug into the rocky tile, but the demon was yanked back as I heard a familiar growl. Blood and water pooled under me, and I heard a loud crash.

It was hard to breathe from the intense spiritual energy Grimmjow was putting off as he climbed out of the pool. His dangerous gaze was locked on the soaking-wet demon. Steam was rising from Grimmjow, and he flexed his claws while baring his fangs.

His roar shook the air, and he suddenly vanished from my sight before appearing in front of the demon as he was swinging his arm. Blood sprayed across the back fence, and a scream filled the air.

Dropping my gaze to the ground beneath me, I swallowed and tried to steady my breathing. Grimmjow was handling the demon now, so I knew I had nothing to worry about now. I mean, with him being the Sexta Espada, there wasn't much I had to worry about when he got involved.

Pushing myself up to my feet, I ignored the sounds of Grimmjow beating the shit out of the demon as I went to the back door. A trail of bloody water footprints were left where I stepped, and I wandered upstairs to the master bathroom.

I hurt all over and turned the shower on and didn't even bother to let it warm up or undress before stepping under the stream to wash the blood and chlorine from my skin. Sitting under the showerhead, I couldn't help but break down into tears with how close I had come to death.

The demon had its hand around my throat....had it dug its claws in, that would have been it for me. Had it managed to sink its fangs into my skull, had I not managed to build up that much spiritual energy....

I hugged myself and cried as pink water went down the drain. The pain in itself was making my brain feel close to exploding, but I had to bear with it until it could be dealt with. My eyes burned, and my fingers slid into my hair as I held my head.

I jolted when the shower curtain was thrown back so hard it was ripped from a few of the rings. Grimmjow looked down at me with blood smeared across his face and chest, and it was dripping from both of his arms. He wasn't injured at all, so I knew none of it was his.

Without saying a word, Grimmjow climbed into the tub with me. He grabbed one of my arms as water began to wash the blood off of him, and he licked the deep scratch on my forearm. After a few licks, the wound was healed, so he moved to the next. He was oddly gentle and didn't even mention how I was crying.

I figured he'd make fun of me for it.

"You did good, Little Rabbit." Grimmjow muttered before licking my shoulder.

"I nearly got killed."

"You burnt off half the bastard's face."

"....Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better."

"Good." He had a flat tone and moved to my other shoulder. His saliva stung my wounds, but dealing with it was all I could do until they healed. "Lean back." Grimmjow ordered, and I did so as his head dropped to the claw marks across my chest.

Wiping the tears and water from my face, I was thankful for the healing properties the demon's saliva had. It'd be hard to explain these wounds in the ER.

"I need you to get out now." Grimmjow said while holding the sides of the tub in a harsh grip.

"What?"

"Get out." His tail twitched and swayed as my brows furrowed. "You're healed, so get out."

"The Hell is your problem?"

"You are." The demon licked the blood from his lips while looking at me with a predatorial gaze. "You taste way too fuckin' good." He lowly growled while still holding the sides of the tub. I recognized the body language he was displaying and quickly got to my feet.

Grimmjow was close to pouncing but was holding himself back as he watched me with a hungry gaze. The demon twitched when I went to the door, and I quickly shut it behind me. Sighing through my nose, I closed my eyes for a second.

I had momentarily forgotten just how my blood affected Grimmjow, except it had always been in small amounts until now. He was still a demon and I couldn't forget that. I would certainly thank him for his help, but I would have to be careful since he was now on edge.

Laying in bed, I was curled up around a pillow while Dagur was softly snoring at the foot of the bed. Grimmjow had actually avoided me for the rest of the day, and I knew it wasn't out of malice, but for some reason it still....

It actually made me feel bad.

Was he planning on sleeping in another room, too?

The bed dipped behind me from Grimmjow laying down. His arm draped over my side, and I felt a little better knowing he was okay to be around me now. Horns tapped the top of my head as the demon pressed his face into my hair.

"....Thanks for the help." I muttered in the quiet room. Grimmjow only gave a lazy hum in response before pulling me back closer to him. "You, uh....really saved my ass."

"What do you want?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

"You keep talking instead of going to sleep."

"Because I'm trying to show I'm grateful, you ass." I sighed. "You know, like 'thanks, I owe you one.'"

"Owe me one?"

"To make us even. I know I can't save your life or heal you, or anything like that, but I can make you something you really like for dinner or whatever." My voice was low as I fiddled with the pillow in my arms. Grimmjow didn't say or do anything for a good few seconds that felt like an eternity. Then he simply raised his hand with his fingers outstretched.

I could barely see it in the dark if not for the soft glint of light reflecting off of his claws from the street light peeking through the cracks of the curtains. He kept his hand there as my brows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you doing?" I questioned, then heard a frustrated growl. "I'm not a psychic, you gotta tell me."

"....I saw it on the TV."

"Saw what?" I asked, and the demon placed his hand on my arm before sliding it down my forearm to the back of my hand on the pillow. When Grimmjow found my hand, he laced his fingers between mine. "Hand-holding?"

"Shut up. I wanted to try it." He muttered as his hot breath hit the back of my head, and I looked at his larger hand on my own. Slightly clenching my jaw, I could feel my cheeks actually getting warm.

"I guess this is the 'or whatever'." I quietly popped off.

"Mm."

"....Hey, Grimmjow?"

"What?"

"Are you actually okay? After having that much of my blood, I mean."

"I'm fine."

"Really?"

"I just got really hungry, that's all. Now I'm not, so go to sleep."

"How do you expect me to go to sleep after you telling me that?"

"Not that kind of hungry, Little Rabbit."

"What?" I paused, but Grimmjow didn't say anything else. "What?" I repeated a little louder, and soft snores came from behind me. "I know you're not asleep."

#Feral Possession #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach #bleach au #bleach fanfic #nonbinary character #demon/exorcist au #oc x canon #orange #minors dni #Wolf does fanfic

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