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vanosslirious · 4 years

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BBS FIC: Supermarket

Okay. This is a bit weird because it switches between character pov’s quite quickly. I had this idea when I went shopping with my mother, and I have social anxiety, agoraphobia. I don’t like when people touch me. So I added that into this story with a bit of superpowers mixed into it. :)

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[CH] Vanoss, Nogla, Delirious, Wildcat, Brian. (Mention of Marcel, Scotty, and Brock.)

[warning] Social anxiety. Superpower fic. Mild swearing. Friendship fic. :) Short pov’s. Not edited all that much. Humor.

VANOSS.

This didn’t happen all the time. He trusted that it didn’t, and because it sometimes occurred, he needed or at least wanted someone to be with him in case he does something he can’t control. At first he was a little freaked out over it, but as he grew into it, he started to get used to the process.

At least he thought he could until he found himself lost inside a supermarket. It’s not the first time Evan’s gotten distracted by something, but normally his friends would tell him when they were leaving him. One thing led to another, and he was standing by himself in an aisle, holding a carton of strawberries, a chocolate bar, and a pair of socks he’s been meaning to buy for some time.

“Well, shit,” he said to himself, glancing around. He reached into his pocket for his phone, but he had to place the items down on a shelf so he could phone one of his friends. Three of them had come into the store with him, they also needed to grab something quickly, but damn...they could at least tell him.

He can handle being alone, but he also suffers from a bit of social anxiety. His skin tingles when he’s near strangers, even if they don’t look at him. Their presence itself bothers him to the point he becomes dizzy and sick.

He stared at the red strawberries just so he can focus on something while hoping one of his friends would answer the phone. No one answered.

“You idiots have phones,” he said, calling the driver who’s sitting outside in the car.

He picked up on the second ring and answered in a drawl. “What?”

“Nogla, I’m by myself.”

“Shit,” he said, suddenly his drawl was gone and he was now speaking in a surprised, yet concerned voice that Evan was easily familiar with. If anything, Nogla worried a lot about their friends more than most. “Where the fuck are the others?”

“I don’t know.” He began to pace, ignoring the awkward glances he was getting from a few people, then he stopped in the middle of the aisle, letting out a groan from the back of his throat that squeezed between his teeth. “Nogla…I can feel it.”

“Yeah, I’m coming, just calm down, no need to get anxious, Evan, I’ll be right there.”

“Hurry.”

DAITHI DE NOGLA.

Nogla locked the doors to the car and was sprinting across the parking lot. He had no idea why he decided to park so far away. It was kind of stupid, but right now, that isn’t the point. Evan needed him, and those fucking bastards had abandoned him.

“I’m almost to the front doors,” he said into the phone. He sprinted across the street, ignoring a drawn out car horn going off as he passed the automatic doors.

This usually doesn’t happen, but when it does, they can handle it quite well.

Nogla seen it before, and maybe he watched movies where it looked soft compared to what Evan can do, to the damage he can inflict without realization. An impossibility sinking into every little object within the space he stands in. This was not like the movies, this was real, he breathed life into something that he can hardly control, and the only time he’s able to control it is when his friends are around him.

“Shit,” he said, already sprinting down one of the aisles. “Evan,” he said into the phone, “where are you?”

“I’m...I’m…”

“Evan!”

Nogla spotted Delirious’ holding a t-shirt in the men’s aisle, his head is tilted up, and the shock of what is happening seems to sink in as he lets go of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then he’s running as quickly as Nogla is.

“You fucking idiot,” Nogla says as he catches up.

“Wildcat had him covered,” Delirious says almost frantically.

“Then where the fuck is he?” Nogla yelled.

To the many shock of all the people who are inside the super market, and most who are running for the doors, while several are taking pictures, and wondering what the fuck is going on.

This usually doesn’t happen, but it’s an off day.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Mostly everything is rising, rising, rising. A sort of suspension that shouldn’t be possible.

Delirious knows it’s possible because they tested it with Evan before when they learned he could do it. However, one of his many triggers, and the one that usually makes this happen, is social anxiety. The fear of strangers, or at least the uncomfortable feeling that comes from being alone in an uncomfortable place without people he’s familiar with.

Delirious gets it, he hates it as much as Evan does, but it’s not like Delirious starts making anything and everything start rising into the air. At first the really light objects, then the heavier ones that start to inch off the floor. Metal creak and groan against one another, things that should’ve landed on the ground because of the movement are also floating.

This kind of reaction shouldn’t be happening...but it is...and Delirious feels really responsible because he should’ve stayed with Evan, knowing this could inevitably happen.

“We’re close,” Nogla says, then he’s skidding, Delirious going with him, and they slow their pace where they spot Evan holding a carton of strawberries he didn’t want to float away, including his chocolate bar, and a pair of white Adidas socks.

His shoulders tense, visibly shaking, and staring hard at the floor. Was he aware of what he was doing? They asked him this before, and he had said he could feel the shift in the air, as if it was humming, a strange yet subtle vibration in his skin. He’s not sure how much he can control, and he’s always surprised that it’s more than he thought it’d be.

“Evan,” Delirious called.

He looked up, and his eyes are wide, a look of fear as he noticed that mostly everything inside the store was now floating around him. Delirious would sometimes like to exaggerate, but when he says everything, he means everything. Besides humans, for some reason, they’re last by a few seconds, but they usually get to Evan before that happens.

“You’re okay,” Nogla says in a calming voice as they close in on him.

Evan nods, “I didn’t mean too...I swear, I just wanted my strawberries, chocolate bar, and my socks.” He’s showing them what he has, and smiles sheepishly, as if he’s trying his hardest not to notice what is happening.

And then the silence and calm breaks around them when they hear screaming coming from one of the aisles.

I AM WILDCAT

Tyler hardly meant for it to happen, he just noticed everything rising before grabbing Brian’s arm and dragging him back along the aisles, hoping to find Evan.

“This is why we don’t leave him alone,” Brian says, shaking his head. “We might as well leave him in the car with Nogla.”

“He wanted something, so he came in with us,” Tyler says, although he agreed with Brian about their incompetent decision at leaving him alone. At least he thought maybe Evan would be okay, but they’ll need to work on the anxiety a bit more, and maybe the floating as well. The only good thing about this was that everything heavy was about two inches off the ground, and lighter stuff was high above them, which is about to make a huge mess when they find Evan.

Tyler gasped when everything around them began to fall for a split second. Only a second, and then it was suspended. Brian screamed, which made Tyler scream, and they were running, and that was when they came around the corner to find Evan, Nogla, and Delirious.

And it was also when everything inside the store began to fall to gravity.

“We have to go,” Tyler said, grasping Evan’s wrist as they all started walking towards the door while screaming filled the supermarket.

“But I didn’t buy my stuff,” Evan said.

“No one cares, they all have better shit to do,” Nogla told him.

“How are you, by the way?” Brian asked.

“Alright, I guess,” Evan replied as they walked past the threshold and into the parking lot while strangers wandered past.

This only made Evan gasp, and because of his anxiety of being touched by random people who weren’t his friends, he accidentally made a car rise.

“Ignore the floating car,” Nogla chanted, pushing against Brian and Evan’s shoulders while Delirious quickly walked by.

Once they got to Nogla’s car and they were all sitting inside, Tyler taking a second to adjust to what happened as he sat in the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry?” Evan said.

Brian shook his head, “No, it’s not your fault, Evan.”

“We still have a lot to work on, but I actually think you did better than normally,” Tyler said, glancing back at him.

“Really?” Evan perked up while holding his stolen items.

“Yeah,” Nogla said in an almost sarcastic tone while starting up the car, “at least this time you didn’t destroy the infrastructure, and shattered the glass in the milk section—”

“Including the milk, eggs, yogurt,” Brian added.

“The blood in the meat section, and all the cans in one of the aisles,” Delirious said, staring up at the ceiling of the car.

“Fruit in the fruit and vegetable section,” Tyler mused, finding his friends were right about Evan’s progress. “You did a lot better. We still have more time to figure out your powers, and maybe we can even help solve that social anxiety of yours.”

“I mean, if you guys didn’t leave me, then it wouldn’t have happened,” Evan muttered while ripping the plastic and biting a piece off his chocolate bar.

“Next time we should bring Marcel, Scotty, and Brock,” Tyler said.

Nogla nodded as he drove them away from the supermarket.

#my work #banana bus squad #bbs #bbs fic #vanossgaming #h2odelirious #daithi de nogla #i am wildcat #the gaming terroriser #brian michael hanby #fanfiction #fanfic #text #words #its self indulgent because of my social anxiety

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starspatter · 5 years

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WIP Challenge

Tagged by: @summertime-children

Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments. (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.) I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~

Hero and Seek

“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right? Don’t worry, it’s really simple. One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.” “Eh? A ‘demon’? But that’s scary!” Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear. Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within. She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf. “How about this then? Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others. It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”

I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time. (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~) For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday... Princes and Frogs

“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!” Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes. The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars. With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.

This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for. ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*

Fall to Pieces

As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building. His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table. Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair. That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face. How could she possibly stand it? He can’t stand it. (any more)

An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi. The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another... Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself. (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)

Little White Lies

“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love. But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.” -George MacDonald, The Light Princess - Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air. Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.

...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this. This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates. I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be. In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre. Sora in Wonderland

But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters. For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it. As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes. Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright. The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat. The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.

OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao. I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot* Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point). Stranger

The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger. “In all this time, why didn’t you come back? You could have seen for yourself how she was.” Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child. But he wasn’t a child. Children were forgiven for their mistakes. And he didn’t want to be forgiven. The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder. “It’s the way this town works. We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world. Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.” Lance didn’t say anything. “At least talk to Delia. She’s been wanting to see you.” “Sorry. It’s too late.” “You’re a bastard.” “I know.”

So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze. Over 10 years, huh. But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering. It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend). *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories. (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;() What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all). I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.

Ihavenoidea

Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training. I mean that in an intuitive sort of way. Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else. Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about. Perhaps not. Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.

...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this. As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards. It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow... RainbowMolly

Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly. She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her. A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes. She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze. She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance. So this was Pallet Town.

...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know. This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL). In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher. So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again. However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence. As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*). So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference. (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)

Betrayal

And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now. They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below. The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought. I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real. The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this. I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.

So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage. I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic. I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”... Roses

“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.” In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.

Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia. The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend. I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:

Love is like a rose they say, And affection leads to grief they warned. For in the end love betrays, Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn. You gave me pure water with a smile. Your cheerful face became my sun. I offered up my blood to you, And in return demanded none. Chop off my wrists, and tie them together. I’ll gladly bleed myself to death. In order to give you that which I hold most dear. My dear, my dear, Won’t you accept this bouquet? You take it, smiling warily. A blush creeps onto your face. And in those eyes I can see A garden of roses stretched out, Composing a wondrous place. Then you bound my hands in lace, And brought them to the girl next door. You presented them to her with grace. … My blood continued to pour.

Fanfic

She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right. I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun. The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.

More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved. This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted. However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;( It was a warm

Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag. One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead. Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It. Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch? It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her. Twice she nearly caught one. Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands. The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone.

Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol. I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting). I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug* Golden Lights

The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination. Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East. She knew about the Light that came from Outside. There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through. She had always done well to avoid them. The brightness was like poison to her skin. But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely. He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream. She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was. Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.

Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”. In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn. But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway. She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread. I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference. (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)

#Kagerou Project #Tateyama Ayano #Mekakushi Trio #Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu #ItsuHaru #ItsuYuki #Pokemon #Gary Oak #Molly Hale #fanfiction #starstories #astrologista #atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine #benditlikegumby #cryptoriawebb #ibmiller #iceperialprincess #otherwise uncolonized

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fourteenacross · 6 years

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2017 Fic Year in Review

2017 in fic! I still have to get used to this looking so different to how it looked from like, 2007 to 2015. I also did a lot of like...weird not!quite!fic things? Which I’m counting in my word count, just because I did put thought into them? But I’m not sure if I should? I don’t know. Anyway, I’ve had two glasses of champagne and a glass of red wine, so WHATEVER. Hamilton: Ghosthunters full-length fic Birthday Shots (2069) Commercialism, Merit Badges, and Liquid Courage (8179) Communicable (24382) Well Deserved Recognition (3738) Truth or Dare, Jungle Juice, and a Linen Closet (8532) Q&A Saturday - June 6, 2015 (1120) everyone must breathe until their dying breath (116,690*)

Ghosthunters ficlets: Mattie and Alex texting (1708) John and Francis at boarding school (794) Washington after the air grows cold around me and you (423) August 14 (573) Molly and the haunted chair (1159) Laf's sad Christmas (1656) John on the phone with his dad (1543) John's PoV on Alex's birthday body shots (1606) Alex and John's tattoo (2326) John at the beginning of but i won't go far away (1032) John draws Alex (1888) John is reckless (2036) John explains his tattoo (1307) John and Alex eat poptarts in bed (1924) Jo and Mattie, Jo realizes she's in love (715) John's birthday and turtles (1275)

Ghosthunters apocrypha: John's in the hospital (840) The Schuyler-Hamilton-Laurenses get a dog (332) July 12 (1634) August 27 (1535) November 24 (4020)

Three sentence ficlets: Herc and breakfast (129) Angelica leaving for London (canon fic) (133) John falling in love (102) Alex and art (119) Ghosthunters + tetanus shots (161) Eliza, first day of summer (113) Laf meeting George and Martha for the first time (180) John, first kiss with a boy (165) Burr, drunk and alone (172) John and Francis, getting together (164)

Ghosthunters Not!Fic: John and Mattie, fake dating (2563)

Non-Ghosthunters Hamilton fic: John and Alex share a bed on a roadtrip (2396) Supplemental not!fic to the above (2497) Alex and John on the dance floor with a surprise slow song (2038) Alex and John, almost drowning (3076) Supplement to the above (2335)

Not!Fic: John and his ghost boyfriend (4555) John and Alex, "summer in the city" roommates for a summer internship AU (1491) John and Alex, "may we meet again" teen besties meet again as adults and fall in love AU (2347) Hamilton noir AU, "we get the job done" (1522) Alex and John, "the world turned upside down" BFFs -> lovers AU (6161) Fem4Ham, "helpless" soulmate AU (6613)

Gravity Falls: Mabel, first crush on a girl (118)

Great Comet Not!Fic: Sonya, No One is Alone (756)

MCU: Sam and Steve and trick-or-treaters (467)

Grand Total Fandoms: 4 Total Full Length Fic: 7 Total Ficlets: 46 Grand Total Stories: 53 Grand Total Word Count: 235,409*

* I'm including all the words of the ghosthunters summer story that I’ve written so far, even the ones that haven’t been posted.

Overall Thoughts: Man, this list looks so long, but it’s still so far off the mark that I had intended to hit.

This was a hard year, creatively. It was for everyone, I think, but after having a really great upswing in 2016 when my meds had leveled out, it felt particularly dire to me, even though I knew I wasn’t alone. It’s hard to absorb that sometimes, you know?

I’m disappointed I didn’t finish this summer story before the end of the year. I was making very good time this summer and cranked out like 60k words on a really good schedule. I took a break for DragonCon and the associated scrambling and packing, and then never got back on the horse. It’s one of those things where I can’t tell if it was self-discipline or brain stuff or exhaustion, but I’m mad at myself all the same, cause I’m like that. I’ve still got another 30k to write and I’m going to try to get back on a schedule and stick to it to push out these last couple scenes, but I still keep kicking myself about the whole thing.

A lot of it comes back to something I was talking about in last year’s round up, which is not having, essentially, @pearlo in this fandom. I spent like, five years sending Erica a constant stream of fic ideas and dialogue snippets and talking out every fic idea and texting her in the middle of the night with AUs and all sorts of other shit and it’s a hard transition to not having that built in. It was how I worked out a lot of issues and also expressed a lot of joy. It feels a little like screaming into a void on here, at times, and while you’re all lovely and I appreciate all your encouragement and feedback, talking about your own work all the time occasionally makes one feel like an egomaniac. So...that’s a thing.

On to more positive things! I really liked doing those sort of not!fic things--it got some of my creative juices flowing when I was blocked on ghosthunters and scratched the itch of starting a zillion stories that I had great ideas for but no time to actually follow to the finish line. Doing ficlet memes and stuff, too, felt really good, taking requests and such. Holding in-person writing dates was super helpful, and having @lisapizza around to occasionally badger into hanging out with me so I could talk about this shit.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? I definitely expected to finish more, but numberwise and contentwise. I probably shouldn’t be surprised that I got much less done than I intended, given how weird the whole year has been, but I’m still kind of bummed. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Hmmmmm....I don’t know that there’s anything that I wouldn’t have predicted? Everything is pretty on par with what I’ve been doing for the past couple years? What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? I loved a lot of the stories I wrote this year, because I'm super obsessed with myself. [[< -- I think I've kept that sentence in for the past few years because it remains true]] It’s hard to name anything other than everyone must breathe until their dying breath. I’ve been working on it for two years, on and off, and it was one of the first bits of character building I did as I started to create the verse. There are a lot of wonderful little character moments in it and a lot of parts I really just genuinely enjoyed writing.

Communicable was also something I was working on for a while, and there are so many lovely quiet moments. @the-everqueen actually pulled out my favorite bit of that story for commentary--that whole night they spend together at the Washingtons’ and John’s conversation with Martha the next morning were a joy to write.

Outside of the ghosthunters, the #fem4ham soulmate AU has eaten my brain and soul, and the ficlet about John and Alex sharing a bed really made me wish I had a million extra hours in the day to write about that universe’s John and his struggles. Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Not any huge ones? I think my biggest “risk” is the same mistake I make over and over again--feeling pressured to give people an ETA on the next story and then....totally missing that deadline. I’ve gotta stop doing that, for serious. My best story of this year: Definitely everyone must breathe until their dying breath. There are a LOT of moving parts on that thing that are still only slowly unfurling. I wish I had finished the whole thing in 2017 /o\ My most popular story of this year: Okay, see, chaptered stories totally throw off AO3 stats. Hit counts, kudos count, comment count...all of that is inflated by repeatedly pushing those fics to the top of the tags and having people come back for each chapter and all of that. Also, timing? The stuff that was up in January obviously has more hits than the stuff that only just came up in December.

That being said, I think everyone must breathe is probably my most popular fic, but who really knows? Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I wouldn’t say any of the full-length fics are under-appreciated, but I’m so obsessed with the #fem4ham that I sometimes forget that it has less than thirty notes and no one but @lisapizza (and @charmingpplincardigans, based on her comments today at brunch) really cared about it when I posted it XD

Most fun story to write: I wrote Birthday Shots in one sitting and it was the kind of doofy, dialogue-based stuff that’s always pretty fun to play around with. I also liked the ghosthunters apocrypha with John being loopy on anesthesia, which I wrote entirely on the plane to Heroes. John’s ghost boyfriend not!fic was also the first of those that I did and it was pretty fun! Story with the single sexiest moment: Deffo the sex in the woods in VII of everyone must breathe until their dying breath. Story with the single sweetest moment: Hm. There’s a lot of sweet, that’s kind of my whole deal. I think maybe the first house-sitting scene or the train ride after seeing Ned in everyone must breathe until their dying breath. Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: Nothing really. Nothing cracky for me this year. Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: The sharing a bed story and its backstory supplement were probably the things that had characterizations most different from the ghosthunters. It was a very different world to pick apart as I was thinking those through. Hardest story to write: Seeing as how I’m STILL WRITING everyone must breathe until their dying breath it is DEFINITELY THAT ONE Biggest Disappointment: Just that I didn't finish more, I think. Biggest Surprise: That dumb bedsharing ficlet has over a hundred notes on tumblr. What the hell. I mean, I’m glad, but also surprised! Otherwise, I’m honestly just surprised you guys have stuck with me this long and been so incredibly patient 💜 Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Everything with Molly in everyone must breathe until their dying breath, for reasons that I’m foolishly hoping end up being moot, but realistically suspect are not going to come to fruition. Plans for the next year: Goals for 2018! 300,000 words! Getting through two more anchor stories! Writing a non-ghosthunters Ham!fic! Work on my dumb novel! Maybe try some nonfiction stuff! I don’t know, just try to be more flexible and kinder to myself, but also get things done? God, who knows, the world is on fire.

#2017 #writing is hard #stuff about me

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“I can fix the biggest mistake of my life”

“I can have what I’ve always wanted”

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A cover for a story I’ll probably never write. Based on the Timewish Au from the gravity falls fandom. But! with a time loop. Summary and excerpt under the cut

Stan wishes he was never born/died as a baby, and the twist is that Ford grows up alone, and when he gets a Timewish, wishes he’d had a twin brother/his brother had lived. And of course because I love alternate universe crossovers, the conflicting wishes have to be resolved. So the wishee from each timeline has to confront the other and decide on a new wish. I’ve been placing them in a time bubble, which First timeline Ford eventually breaks in to. I’ve got a lot of ideas for it, but I’m not much of a writer, so it’ll probably never get done. But I really like how this turned out.

Honestly though, the idea came to me because I saw the Timewish au and was thinking about new timeline Ford. And myself. My mom was a twin and growing up I was always envious of that. I thought about what if I could timewish myself a twin sister or brother. And I just, hell yes I would. Better then changing any of the mistakes I’ve made or others have in my life, If I could change something about my own life in the past, it would be to have a twin. So I figured it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for Ford to feel that as well. Especially after meeting Dipper and Mabel. (and if Stan died instead of never existed. either way though, it would work).

An excerpt from when they’re in the bubble, arguing about what new wish to make (in the option where Stan wishes he’d died as a baby):

Looking at the life he'd wished in to existence, or back as it were, made it seem like his old one should have been the preferred one. And yet... and yet, he remembers that it wasn't. He remembers an emptiness beside him he'd never been able to fill and the envy of an only child wishing his family was bigger. Wished that the life that was stolen from him with his first breath had lived beside him. He remembers and he remembers, but it does no good, because Stanley is standing right in front of him, asking to disappear again.

I also had some fun thing mixing with a Jimmy Snakes headcanon/au I saw. In that the Globnar Stan has to do to win the wish was challenged by Jimmy, who blamed him for his death and subsequent demonfied 100 year contract (which he tried to get out of via time travel, causing his time arrest).

Here’s the run down for the story:

intro - jim pov challenge - ford pov globnar - stan pov wish - ford pov alternate line - altford pov colliding wishes (transition) - altford and stan pov bubble - alternating povs ford arrives - altford pov ford tries to fight himself, then is confused, then distraught, then yells and convinces - idk pov new wish - altford new alternate line - outside pov? idk pov

I was thinking Stan tried to give the wish to Ford at first, but he declined, not wanting the responsibility. Here’s the excerpt of that (one of the tiny bits I wrote)

“Make your wish." A glowing orange orb floated between them, an hourglass shape in it's center emanating lighter than the rest. Stanley seemed to change as the light from it cast orange highlights on the surrounding area. He made a half smile at Ford from across it's surface. "Well? What's it going to be? I still think you should take it" He saw the deflection for what it was, an attempt at denial he almost didn't let work. They could talk about this later, when there wasn't a huge audience from the future watching their every move. He shifted his focus from his brother to the orb and forgot for a moment that there were people waiting as he considered the opportunity. There were an endless possibility of improvements to make to his life and the lives of his family, yet he stood with a feeling of trepidition stopping him from jumping in. He could go back and fix the turns his life had made he didn't like, force the script of to follow the path he'd wanted all along. His impact could be made good and beneficial, a long list of contributions to improve the world like he'd always wanted, but... he'd been striding towards that purpose for a long time and it had done him no good. He'd fallen for a demon's con at the first sign of success and almost ended the world with his mistakes. He could fix those with this, but why should he be given the chance to? You didn't learn from mistakes if you never made them, and he'd made a lot. what right did he have to change time? The responsibility of everything that happened that he didn't prepare for would lay squarely on his shoulders, haunting him. What if he went back to change his mistakes and only exacerbated them or made worse ones? What if he inadvertantly caused someone he loved to die? The responsibility was overwhelming. He could overthink this to death. "I refuse to take it" He whispered as he looked back to his brother, who had a unreadable expression on his face that quickly changed to confusion. "I don't want it" The orb floated away from him. Stanley's confusion turned to anger "That makes no sense, Poindexter. Who wouldn't want a time wish? Just take it!" Stanford just crossed his arms and looked away "Nope! Won't do it! I guess you'll just have to make it for us" Stanley was flabbergasted. (lol his face right here cracks me up but I’m not sure how to write it).

Also another bubble excerpt, but after old Ford breaks in and starts arguing:

'what if we flip the equation?' He looked tired. 'i'm not changing my wish, Stanford. ' He powered through 'what if we put you back, and take someone else out?' He sighed in resignation. 'I'm not doing it.' 'just listen to me! You want to take yourself out of the equation without considering what that means for everyone else tha-' 'You think I haven't considered everyone else?!' the question was half shouted. stan was looking at him with frustration. 'that's the whole point of this, Stanford. everyone is better off without me. I don't see what's so hard to understand! You're the smart one! you're supposed to be able to understand simple math!' 'that's not the point!' he'd gotten off track. stanley had always had a way of riling him up to go off topic to get his way. he took a breath to calm himself down, then asked in a quiet voice 'What if it was me?' the question caught stan off guard, not expecting his anger to fizzle out so quickly.' what?' 'what if I wished myself out of existance? what if you were born alone. and your life is just fine and everyone's lives turn out better because I'm not there. and then youre given the choice we have now, to get me back or keep me gone. Which.. which one would you pick?' 'that's not fair stanford. it's not the same' 'it very much is!'

You’ll note that Ford doesn’t have the correct number of fingers in the picture. I mean you can probably guess why based on context clues. He’s the alternate timeline Ford who grew up alone. You only ever need one friend, but he didn’t have any. and with no one to make him feel normal. So, when he was in high school, he cut off his extra finger. Or one of them .

He gets that timewish btw, the same way Soos did in the show. Dipper and Mabel win it for him while visiting for the summer at his research facility. He grows up defined by his intelligence. He gets in to west coast tech and focuses on the most profitable career path he can think of to make his father proud of him. But that isn’t what he really wants to do. It takes him a long time to finally realize what he wants to study and go for it, creating a rift between his parents and him. Goes to gravity falls to study anomalies when he’s about 40.

Also Bill is still DEAD okay. He doesn’t show up to mess with Ford or anyone in this timeline because Stan’s smart and he made part of his wish that that stupid triangle stays dead.

Timeline 3 is where things get real fun. Cause the time police don’t want them coming back and doing this again. They’re banned from timewishes and Globnar and a safety is put in place (or the brothers include it in their wish to make sure they don’t make the same mistakes again). Where they remember their old lives when they go back this time, as they happen. Probably in dreams. or they just wake up and know what happened this day last time. So Ford grows up remembering a life where things were pretty similar and one where he grew up without his brother. And Stan just remembers the first. They talk about it a lot when they’re kids, which is slightly ostracizing. Ford is really protective of his brother, because he remembers what it was like without him. (oh no you found me out, all of this is really just a cover to have more protective Ford fic). When the science fair comes around, the machine still doesn’t work (because someone else messed with it this time or because of a malfunction. you decide). But they still fight about it because Ford thinks the first timeline just happened all over again. But this time they’re just used to talking about stuff okay. They’ve been doing it their whole lives. and They talk about it and calm down before Filbrick tries to kick stan out again anyway. Which Ford makes enough of a stink about that their mother steps in an no one gets kicked out. Ford winds up going to backupsmore and meeting fidds again. Stan graduates high school and gets a job in sales or something. They keep in contact, still talking about their alternate lives, although it’s more stressful for them both now. Because Stan sometimes lies and Ford can tell. Or he tells the truth and it’s not really great. and then when Ford goes to gravity falls, Stan and Fidds go too and you found me out, this is also a cover for some mystery trio fic. Eventually they catch up to the timewishes. And Ford is understandably horrified.

One last quote from I quite like:

So, maybe the world doesn't end without you in it. Maybe everyone's lives turn out just fine. But, I'd rather have you

Anyway, if you read this far, thanks! I just wanted to share my idea somewhere. Maybe someone else will write it someday. I would seriously love to read it

#timewish au #stanley pines #gravity falls #double timewish au #stanford pines #multiple timelines #myarty #i really do love how this turned out #and also this au #major hurt comfort #stan twins #gravity falls fanart #fanart #gravity falls au

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