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Klaroline WIP Wed - fake sexy lamp au
Okay so like the basic premise of this fic is that Klaus finds out about Elena and in order to keep an eye on his doppelgänger, comes to town before Stefan and fake woos her in the guise of a college student. He just doesn't count on her extremely opinionated best friend Caroline butting her nose into everything and messing with all his plans and getting under his skin.
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It was astonishing what a thousand years could do to a place. The last time he’d seen the village that would become Mystic Falls, it had been a half burned wreck, a testament to the sins of fathers coming to roost on the sons. Now?
Well, it was no longer on fire, Klaus thought blandly, looking around the town square from where he sat on an out-of-the-way park bench. One could term that an improvement. It was disgustingly picturesque in that true Southern Americana way.
As he flipped through the file folder he’d had liberated from the Sheriff’s file folder drawers by a convenient deputy, he rubbed at his jaw absently, fingers missing the usually present stubble. Going undercover, at his age. The temptation to burn this town to the ground—again—and take his doppelgänger and go simmered pleasantly in his veins, except for that one pesky loophole: the ceremony had to be completed in the birthplace of the doppelgänger. From all accounts, that was Mystic Falls, VA. So here he was, blending in.
Was this how the average American youth wore their clothes, so ill-fitting? He hadn’t worn anything that hadn’t been tailored for him in the past several centuries that he hadn’t taken in desperation on the run from Mikael. It seemed rather ridiculous to complain of one’s trousers being too tight when your own father figure was trying to stake you through the heart.
Kol had managed it, both the too tight trousers and the complaining. Probably he should have spent the majority of the 80s daggered instead of doing enough cocaine to keep El Padrino in business, but his little brother’s terrible fashion decisions aside, he didn’t think they had ever stooped so low as to buy off the rack.
The jeans and t-shirt Klaus wore, along with the thin zip-up hoodie, and converse sneakers were designed to make him appear younger. Those, and the addition of a paint smeared backpack slung over one shoulder, seemed to be performing the desired result: before he’d compelled him, the deputy had asked Klaus if he was taking classes at Whitmore.
Which brought him back to the contents of the folder: the drowning deaths of Grayson and Miranda Gilbert, and the mysterious rescue of Elena Gilbert. It was clear the car accident was just that, an accident, but what flummoxed the good members of the Mystic Falls Police Department was how his Doppelgänger got out of that vehicle. Indeed, she had no memory of having done so.
Where in town, he mused to himself, would I locate the one person who could rip open a car door with their bare hands? Closing the folder, he slid it under a second folder, flipped it open to see a paper clipped photo of a square-faced young-looking man with green eyes and light brown hair. An odd little brush of memory hit him as the man laughed, an arm around his shoulders, the sound of jazz in his ears, blood and gin mingling in his throat. Blink, and it was just a photo again.
A shadow fell across the page. “Nik, I’m bored.”
#klaroline wip wed#klaroline#please enjoy sulky moody Klaus#in which Kiry writes Klaus POV and shakes like a wet chihuahua#It will be going back and forth for this fic so y'all will be getting both 'HE'S A SERIAL KILLER' and 'You got me i'm a serial killer'#It's 2am i don't have the energy for tags please just take this fic so i'm not cursed
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WIP WEDNESDAY
This is your daily reminder that there should be more Bonnie & Caroline friendship in fics, thank you for coming to my ted talk.
“God, I’m so excited for Tyler to finally be able to come home.”
“He won’t have to take orders from Klaus when he’s dead, that’s for sure,” Bonnie muttered. She glanced up when Caroline remained quiet, frowning slightly. “Elena mentioned he invited you to the ball? Why would Klaus do that?”
Caroline scowled up at the ceiling, annoyed by the direction the conversation had taken. “I have no idea.”
Bonnie stopped looking through the grimoire. “Well, what did he want last night?”
“I don’t know.” Caroline shrugged, a little lost, throwing a hand up. “He asked me to dance, we talked, he showed me his artwork-”
“Artwork?” Bonnie echoed.
Caroline frowned slightly, worrying her lip.
“Yeah, he’s an artist, I guess,” she tried to shrug off, like it wasn’t a big deal. Even serial killers had hobbies, right? She didn’t mention the drawing he’d done of her - nope, not happening. She scoffed, shaking her head. “I’m pretty sure interpol has half his art collection listed as stolen or missing - like the feds would have a field day if they raided that place.”
“So he asked you to dance, spent time with you, showed you his personal art collection…” Her best friend paused, slowly closing the grimoire, eyeing Caroline critically. “...like a date?”
Caroline shot up into a sitting position, glaring at Bonnie.
“It was NOT a date,” she hissed, slicing her hands through the air, as if to ward the accusation off. “There was no ‘dating’ of any kind.”
Bonnie’s eyes widened a fraction and she deliberately turned her gaze back to the grimoire.
“Sounds like a date to me,” she muttered under her breath, opening the book back up.
Caroline tried to push the memory of Klaus admitting he fancied her out of her head, something fluttering in her stomach.
“He was just cozying up to me to get to Elena,” she tried to excuse. Her eyes shot to Bonnie, pleading with her to agree. “Right?”
Bonnie sighed, regarding her sadly. “Is it really that impossible to consider that a guy may actually like you?”
“Bonnie,” Caroline carefully enunciated, “It’s Klaus.”
Her friend rolled her eyes, closing the grimoire again and throwing it to the side. “Yeah, obviously I’m not saying you should date him, Caroline. I’m just saying you’re,” she shrugged, gesturing to all of her, “you know, a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
Bonnie leaned forward, grasping Caroline’s hands in hers as she smiled softly. Touched, Caroline couldn’t help but smile back.
“Hell,” Bonnie continued, “Tyler doesn’t even deserve you after he left you for dead in the woods and then ghosted you.”
“He’s trying to break the sire bond for me, Bonnie,” Caroline pointed out, her glare half-hearted. Secretly, her friend’s fierce protectiveness warmed her heart.
“Even so,” Bonnie conceded, letting go of Caroline’s hands, “it was a dick move, one he made on your birthday of all days. You don’t have to excuse him all the time.”
Caroline sighed - Bonnie was right. She let her head fall into her hands, running her fingers anxiously through her hair. Biting her lip, she looked back up at Bonnie.
“And if Klaus does actually…like me?” she asked quietly.
Sheepishly, Bonnie smiled, the expression halfway to a wince. “Start growing wolfsbane in the garden?”
“Would that even work on a hybrid?”
“He’s part werewolf, right?” Bonnie shrugged, picking up her grimoire again. A wicked smile curled around the corners of her face. “You’d assume so.”
Caroline shook her head, grinning too as she pulled out her phone. “Guess I need to google where I can get wolfsbane from, then,” she said, like it was a great chore.
“Check Petco, maybe you’ll find the dog version of catnip.”
Unable to keep straight faces, they giggled, both of them doubling over laughing.
#klaroline#klaus x caroline#klaroline fanfiction#the big bad wolf#tbbw#klaroline wip wed#morningstar writes#this is after the mikaelson ball btw#if you don't think Klaus counted that night as their first date you are lying to yourself#just like caroline here#my girl is so hopelessly flattered and trying to hide it#like urgh klaus why would you give her fEeLiNgs#how rude of you#also also#you may forgive your exes but your friends certainly don't#especially witchy friends who have hexes ready to go on hand
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WIP WEDNESDAY!!!
week #18
here's an excerpt from something i've been thinking and talking about a lot, and a conversation in the KC Fam discord server gave me the push i needed to finally do something about it. it's going pretty well, so it may just hit the ao3 on your nearest device quite soon.
“Vlad,” he says, to introduce himself.
A laugh bubbles out of Caroline. “Yeah, right.”
His expression remains serene, but when recalling the event in the future she’ll decide that there was a slight gleam of anticipation in his eyes. “Indeed.”
Caroline blinks then. “No way. Really?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Wow. That’s like … I mean …” She laughs again. “That’s insane. Imagine your mom and dad naming you Vlad, only to become a vampire. And like … you’re older than the book, aren’t you? So, like, for the next couple centuries it’s nothing and then—”
“You misunderstand me,” he says. “I am Vlad Drakulya.”
Her eyebrows fly up. “You’re messing with me. There is no way—”
He just shrugs, full lips curling into a grin.
At that, Caroline’s jaw just sort of … drops. And her eyes bulge out, and she must look supremely stupid for a couple of seconds, staring at him. At … Dracula. Who is real. And here. In front of her.
“Oh,” she says at last, locking her jaw into place.
#for the past TWO YEARS#i have been namedropping this man in as many fics as i could reasonably fit him in#and occasionally when i couldn't but i didn't let that stop me#so let us just take this chance to appreciate this MONUMENTAL moment#tvd#klaroline wip wed#klaroline#ella originals
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Klaroline WIP Wednesday - Week 1
This is something that was in my brain since a long time but only recently that one simple moment expanded and now there is something for me to work with. This will have Damon murder. Eventually. Probably.
It all happened because of that flinch.
Caroline was out exploring the gallery with Klaus – no it was not a date – and picking his brains – he offered his vast knowledge – for her art history paper. Like, seriously, if anyone knows her even a little bit, they should know that she is used to maintaining a high standard of work which is exemplary, and Klaus is nothing if not thorough with his interests.
Like Art and Art History.
Well, to be honest he also has vast knowledge of various torture methods and how much a human or a vampire can be pushed for them not to die (it totally depends on their age, in the case of vampires).
It was while standing in front of Degas’ ‘The Dance Class’, that Klaus shared his profound experience with the artist, weaving a captivating narrative that transported Caroline back in time with him. As Klaus delved into his reflections, he expressed admiration for Degas the artist, acknowledging the impact of his work in the impressionism movement. However, it was Degas the man who truly fascinated Klaus, revealing a complex figure with depths that resonated with his own immortal existence. Through Klaus' storytelling, Degas' artistry and humanity intertwined, creating a rich tapestry of emotion and insight that lingered in the air long after their encounter with the masterpiece.
His tale left Caroline mesmerized, her imagination ignited by the vivid description of his encounter with Degas. In the midst of it all Klaus went to take a call from Elijah, forgive me sweetheart but ‘Lijah is being rather persistent, its better if I attend it, leaving her in the world he weaved through his words. So lost was she in her thoughts that she didn’t realize as Klaus tried to get her attention and this inattention led to the loss of her composer.
Klaus moved his hands to touch her shoulders at the same time she bent slightly to read the inscriptions below the painting, and he ended up touching her hair instead.
Caroline flinched and then froze with fear.
As she turned, she saw Klaus standing still, eerily like a statue if not for the flare in his nostrils and the narrowing of his eyes. She cursed her inability to not be able to in control of her involuntary reactions. She opened her mouth to explain her reaction to him but stopped part-way, hesitating because what was she even supposed to say. How does she even begin to explain to him why she hated it when anyone touched her hair now? How the one thing that used to bring comfort to her terrify her now?
How she spent weeks under compulsion where Damon would play with her hair while telling her how he would kill her!
#klaroline wip wed#Klaus Mikaelson#Caroline Forbes#Klaroline#Damon I just want to talk#nothing much - promise
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WIP Wednesday #23 DW Crossover
I'm back!
There is a nod to @kirythestitchwitch's jacket theory in this one.
She thought she was being clandestine.
Truth be told, Caroline was far more stealthy than others gave her credit. However, other people probably hadn’t memorized her scent. She smelt like a delectable mixture of jasmine and vanilla. He had committed it to memory on the night he considered their true first meeting. Her scent clung to the jacket he was wearing the night he held Caroline in his arms. After dropping off the bracelet, Klaus had summoned one of the witches that were loyal to his family and ordered her to cast a preservation spell on the jacket and then he packed it away in his go bag. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have many more jackets in his closet. At least it was not as bad as ‘Lijah’s suit collection.
It didn’t escape his notice earlier in the night that Caroline kept sneaking glances at him across the dining room of the Grill. It was amusing that she only glanced at Klaus when she thought he or her little friends would not notice. The game of watching her when she thought she was being covert was the only thing that made drinking the subpar swill that this little town called beer bearable.
When Klaus arrived home, there was a large box on the front steps. There was no signature on the card, only the words I’m sorry, but the scent that wafted up to his nose gave the sender away. Klaus brought the card stock to his nose and inhaled deeply. It truly was a blessing, his wolf’s sense of smell which allowed him to detect more nuance than he would previously have been able to. Opening the front door, Klaus went straight to his studio and set the box down on the wooden table. There was a reason that this room was closed to everyone, even the servants. Too much of himself was housed in this room.
Opening the box the hybrid found a new set of his favourite brushes and the high end paint from London that he preferred as well as a charcoal set from the shop in Paris that he had been frequenting since the 1920s. Klaus found himself touched by the gift. Caroline had even reused the white ribbon that was around the dress box he had given her - and had tied it into a bow himself - around the paint brushes.
Well well, just how did the alluring baby vampire come by this information on him?
#ok this week wasn't full of angst!#downright fluffy even!#klaroline wip wed#klaroline#the vampire diaries#dw crossover#gabby writes#my writing
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Klaroline WIP Wednesday
Current title: Should of Called Dibs
Current Summary: Its Mystic Falls 25 year High School reunion. Somethings have changed, somethings are eternal.
This is a little something from an idea thats been at me for a while. Advice is welcome!
Also title ideas! Any title ideas would be very helpful.
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"Oh my god is that Klaus!?”
Elena angrily whispers to Damon, even though she was surrounded by vampires, who could hear everything. Caroline sighs. she starts to psych herself up “OK Forbes you prepared for this. “ She rolls her shoulders back,and turns to face Eleana with her best Miss Mystic Falls smile, she gives Elena a brief hug and peck on the cheek. “ Elena! It is so good to see you. You look amazing. How are the kids? “ Caroline gushes.
“Really, Caroline pleasantries?”, her body's shaking with anger. “You're gonna ignore it? You brought Klaus with you.” Elena seethes, wide eyes filled with betrayal. Carloine tries to calm Elena down. “No ‘Lena, I was just waiting until we weren't at a public airport. “ Croline says as she gestures around.
Elena glares. She looks between the Originals and Caroline.
“let's talk on the way to the gym. We need your help setting up, Care. We'll drive separately.” she glares at the originals and walks away. Damon follows, sneering at Caroline.
“Its your call sweetheart,” Klaus says. Looking towards the retreating doppelgänger with detest. Rebekah snorts with clear disdain.
Caroline sighs “C’mon, I'll meet you at the gym and it'll be better if I talk to her first separately anyways. Caroline squeezes Klaus's hand then follows Elena.
Having to run to catch up.
Klaus looks back at Rebekah as they wait for baggage.
“Are you ready for this weekend,Nik? Because I have a feeling that that is not the last time, she’ll be walking away from you. Rebekah mocks as she turns away. She points to the servant to grab the baggage and heads to the car. Klaus growls, hands wring through his curls, down his face. He knew this weekend would be a test he's just not sure for who.
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Caroline got in the back seat. Knowing Klaus will remember to get her bags along with his own.
Damon is glaring at her through the rearview mirror. Caroline glares right back.
“ Klaus!”
“I know 'lena"
"Klaus!” Elena repeats. As though just saying the name says everything she needs to. Caroline supposes it does.
Caroline regrets not warning Elena beforehand. At the time, she thought it better than Elena figuring out an excuse to cancel. But based on Elena's face, she might have underestimated Elena's lingering anger from the events in high-school.
“ I'm sorry to spring this on you, Elena. I know you will never forgive Klaus, and I'm not asking you too. All I'm asking is for you to accept we're together”
Elena scoffs. “ It's not that simple! He killed Jenna! Plus I’m human again!How do I not know he isn't here to kidnap and steal my blood!!” Elena fires back.
“I know it isn't simple! And I know he's done a lot of bad things but it's been 25 years already!" Carlone argues back.
"Plus, all of us have done some really bad things, including you, Elena.” Caroline mentions softly at the end.
“What are you even talking about right now?” Elena exclaims, angrily running her hands through her hair
“Let's just get to the gym, and I can talk to everyone all at once. “ Caroline says
“Whatever , Care.” Elena sighs, Turning up the radio and staring straight ahead.
Caroline leans her head back and closes her eyes.
“ It's gonna be a long weekend” Caroline thinks.
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i got the idea for this fic back in october and tried to very forcefully shove it down. i did not succeed so 278 binge-listens to is it over now? by taylor swift later (i kept track) i have a nearly 7k monstrosity that has really gotten away from me.
i'm delusional enough to hope it'll be done by christmas i do not think i actually believe that considering the amount of rewrites i already know i need to do.
this is technically set in early season 4 but only if you don't look at it too hard.
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By the time Bonnie and Elena knocked on her door, Caroline was buzzing with nerves.
Everything would be fine, right? No way it wouldn't be. There's totally another universe where another Caroline confessed this same sin to alternate-Elena and alternate-Bonnie about an alternate-Tyler that didn't have his werewolf redemption arc. The only difference is the amount of murder involved.
Just the little things.
They got settled in the same way they have for as long as she could remember: in a circle, cross legged on her bed.
She was only able to get out a simple nervous giggle and “So. There's been a development.” Before her throat started closed up. She was suddenly quite glad that she didn't grow up Catholic, if this was what confession felt like.
The worried furrow in Elena's brow that had been consistent since their brief moment in the bathroom became even more pronounced. Bonnie looked at her quizzically, and Caroline suddenly realized that she didn't tell the witch what sparked this impromptu hangout slash baring of her soul.
This was familiar territory. The three of them had eventually learned how to distill information down to the bare necessities if someone wasn't there for a specific conversation. It was a process that took lots of practice. And tears. And a trip to the E.R. because of a door slam gone wrong.
Sometimes she can't even remember what it was like to not heal from most injuries in the span of hours.
The lump in her throat dissolved before she explained. “Elena noticed the sudden uptick of clear indicators that someone has been making a meal out of the locals. And, as much as I really wish that Rebekah was just hangry after practice, that is definitively not the case.” A shaky breath. “I don't know. Look— it's easier if I show you, okay? Just. Don't hate me.”
It spoke to the strength of their friendship and how much they had both grown that Elena didn't even hesitate before she said “Of course not.” Like it didn't even cross her mind that Caroline could be at fault.
In her own defense, she wasn't, if you think about it. She certainly wasn't the one eating people.
Bonnie's response didn't come out as quickly as Elena's, but it was just as strong. “Never.”
On unsteady legs, Caroline made her way to her closet. Removed a box from the top shelf that still held her Fearless CD that she stole from Target at fifteen before everything went to hell.
Luckily, she planned for this in the time between when she returned home and Bonnie and Elena had shown up at her door. Anticipated the fact that she wouldn't be able to finish the confession herself.
So she picked out the top three sheets of paper and hid the box away before they could see the amount of sketches that were still inside. (Caroline was probably carrying, like, ten trees worth of way-too-expensive paper in her room at this point.) She was about to bare her soul to her closest friends, but there were still some things she wanted to keep private.
#klaroline wip wed#when i say its gotten away from me it really has#this should've been 2-4k of love as war#we now have an attempted murder#an actual murder#outsider pov for some reason#and late 2010s-early 2020s meme references#because i'm the type of person to support anachronism for meme-related purposes#i guess#lilliature
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20 questions for fic writers
Tagged by @isagrimorie (thanks, this looks fun 🤩).
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1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
120
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
324,790
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I'll just copy-and-paste from ao3, cuz I'm not writing all that down.
The Vampire Diaries (TV) (25), Legacies (TV 2018) (12), Person of Interest (TV) (9), Once Upon a Time (TV) (9), Leverage (US TV 2008) (7), Shadowhunters (TV) (7), Doctor Who (2005) (5), Arrow (TV 2012) (4), Merlin (TV) (4), Captain Marvel (2019) (3), 苍兰诀 | Love Between Fairy and Devil (TV) (3), Batwoman (TV 2019) (3), The 100 (TV) (3), Willow (TV 2022) (3), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) (2), The Magicians (TV) (2), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (2), Supergirl (TV 2015) (2), The Originals (TV) (2), Star Wars - All Media Types (2), The Old Guard (Movie 2020) (2), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types (2), The Good Place (TV) (2), Avatar: Legend of Korra (2), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) (2), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) (2), Charmed (TV 2018) (1), Angel: the Series (1), Wednesday (TV 2022) (1), Star Trek: Voyager (1), Teen Wolf (TV) (1), Star Wars: Rebels (1), Sweet/Vicious (TV) (1), Star Trek (1), Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV) (1), Lost Girl (TV) (1), Legend of the Seeker (TV) (1), Hustlers (2019) (1), Stargate SG-1 (1), Revolution (TV) (1), Sanctuary (Canada TV 2008) (1).
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
5 Times The Doctor Talked About River Song With Graham (+1 Time The Fam Finally Met Her) - the 13/River fic where Graham finds the Doctor's missing wedding ring and she gradually opens up about her wife.
“Her name was River Song.” She says once he’s already taken a few steps. He stops, turning around, giving her the opportunity to continue or not as she needs. “She was an archaeologist. And a professor. And a criminal. And she was brilliant and absolutely mad.”
“She must have been. Married you didn’t she?” Graham jokes before he can help himself.
But Doc just grins like she agrees and laughs to herself.
Something uncoils in Graham’s chest at seeing Doc’s face regaining its natural brightness, however tinged with grief. The grief isn’t new either, he’s seen shadows of it in her all along but this is the first moment she doesn’t seem to be trying to hide it. Or maybe the first time she’s not trying to hide from it.
The Suspicious Case of Tribbles - the 13/River fic where River tries to "borrow" the TARDIS for lil'bit.
"Don't mind me. Carry on!" The woman says, dropping a bag of something heavy that sounds like a bag of rocks to the floor and hurrying towards the TARDIS controls. "I'm only here to establish an alibi. A short hop over to the other side of the hemisphere and some 38 planetary hours in the past should do it. I'll send you lot right back to him none the wiser. It'll be our little secret."
She's Come Undone and Set Free - Elejah, Bonbekah, Klaroline and Elena/Caroline/Bonnie/Rebekah friendship story that deals with Elena and Caroline getting to be angry and making Damon pay for what he did to them, as well as supporting each other and beginning to heal. (WIP, but there's only 2 chapters to go).
“I want you to know, that’s not why I will always hate you, Damon.” She strengthened her hold on his face at the look of caution that was surfacing at her words, likely because he’d just now been remembering that not that long ago she’d broken his neck. “I won’t even hate you because of the sire bond. Though I wasn’t lying, it felt like being a slave to your every desire, whether or not you actually voiced them. And the funny thing? I’m not sure I’ll ever know how much me there was when I was making any of the choices that lead to Jeremy dying.”
“What’s your point?” Damon asked and grabbed her hands in a vice-like grip that made it impossible for Elena to try again what she'd done nearly two days ago when she'd regained her humanity. But she'd already known there wasn’t a point trying now that he'd be expecting it, so she didn’t fight to escape him.
“She’s my best friend, Damon. I will never forgive you for what you did to her,” she said and did absolutely nothing as Damon’s eyes widened and he tried to turn around. He wasn’t fast enough. He’d been too consumed by Elena to pay attention to any other heartbeats around them, and despite her age, Caroline had always been an unusually fast vampire.
Morai's Call to Hope - my Star Wars, time travel, Snips and Skyguy fic where Anakin gets pulled into the World Between Worlds three days before his Fall, watches as Darth Vader is about to kill Ahsoka... aaaaaaand jumps forward to stop him. (WIP and I'm very ashamed about it, because I loved writing this story and really hope to get back to it someday)
From behind Anakin there comes again a whisper from a different time: ‘I would never let anyone hurt you, Ahsoka… never…’
But in front of Anakin comes something else.
‘Then you will die,' the Sith says in direct contradiction to everything Anakin has ever promised both aloud and inside his own heart to the closest thing he’s ever had to a little sister or a daughter. And every single cell of his body rebels against a time where he would ever utter those words to Ahsoka. So even as the red lightsaber ignites in the Sith’s hands, Anakin rushes forward and through the fragile line of a portal separating his reality from theirs.
As the Sith’s lightsaber finishes the arch of its blow instead of encountering Ahsoka’s white dual sabers it’s stopped by the intervening block from a blue lightsaber in the hands of the Anakin Skywalker sixteen years out of his time.
You know who you remind me of? - the 13/River fic where the Doctor is in the middle of hiding under a table with Yaz for plot reasons when she hears the sound of her wife's laughter and is immediately distracted from the mission that brought them there.
The laugh is thick with mischief and a galaxy of secrets.
She knows that laugh.
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try to. I adore comments and really truly appreciate receiving them, so I do try to respond to them. But sometimes I get into a kind of slump where replying just feels exhausting. And by the time I'm over that, it might have been like two weeks, and then it feels embarrassing to respond.
And sometimes I just don't know WHAT to say.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Last Words. I do have quite a few angsty fics but I usually end them either happily or with an open ending that's got light at the end of the tunnel. But this once I came up with an idea for soulmate-identifying-last-words and then wrote a Korrasami fic for it.
Asami had known that Korra was her soulmate. And like everyone else she was in no hurry to see it proven. And there she might be counted lucky, because she did not learn it for many years to come. They survived the war with Kuvira, and then returned from their vacation in the spirit world, and survived many more battles beyond that. The Avatar lived a long life.
But Asami Sato lived a longer one.
So that has the saddest ending.
Well, that, or maybe what's the point of greater good, which is my Queliot (with a side of Wickoff) story where Julia talks to Quentin during the time Eliot was possessed by the Monster.
She finds him stubbornly looking through the mountain of books, searching for any and every scrap of information on Enyalius they can get. He looks like he hasn’t slept since the moment weeks ago when Eliot managed to surface for those brief few moments to tell them he was alive. Hope’s a bitch that way.
“We need to stop him Q.” Julia says, from behind him.
Quentin’s shoulders freeze in place and he leans forward, hands clenching the spine of the book he’d just been about to pick up.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Like I said, I tend to mostly write happy endings. But if I have to pick what I considered as the happiest one, then here's a story that's full of angst in the middle, which made the ending feel even happier because of the contrast.
6 Times Bellamy Tried to Forget That He Was in Love With Clarke (+1 Time He Couldn’t Anymore) - exactly what it sounds like. My big look into Bellamy's head through most of the seasons. Canon almost to the end, where I sharply switch tracks and give Bellarke the happy ending they goddamn deserved.
The first thing he saw as the delinquents pulled aside the sheets of scrap metal to let their two missing people in was Clarke running in front, scraped up but seemingly uninjured. He wished that the relief that overtook him was entirely selfish, that it had to do with the fact that he had his partner back and he wouldn’t have to carry the burden of their people’s lives all by himself. But that was crap.
It was vastly overpowered by the simple joy of seeing that Clarke was alright.
“Hey, we heard an explosion. What happened?” she fired out rapidly as soon as she was in front of him. Face serious and eyes focused entirely on Bellamy, - and it was something that had gotten to be so familiar to him that it almost felt like having her there was akin to getting back a missing limb.
He almost, almost fell to the instinct to pull her into his arms because he was just so damned glad that she was alive that the only thing that saved him was the fact Jasper got there first.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not a lot. But there's been a few occasions where I have gotten some, yes. Mostly the 'this was a waste of my time' variety.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Not... really? On a few rare occasions I've written a bit of spice but I don't think that people that read smut would give me more than 2.5⭐ out of 5⭐.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Yes. When the idea for one strikes. And I don't know if I'd say it's the craziest one, but definitely a fun one is my Stargate SG-1/Leverage crossover where the Stargate Program needs to recruit some thieves.
The Homeworld Security Job. (incidentally this is also the fic that got me the most amount of hate comments).
“I know, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that no one at SGC can go, you need thieves for this mission. And this is a big planet, you guys must have some good ones between those 7.5 billion people. You get me a few of them and I can teach them how to play a wealthy minor Goa’uld long enough to get in and out. But I can’t teach someone to be a good enough liar to not get caught. Not with the time we have here.”
“What do you want us to do, Vala? Grab a bunch of criminals off the street and hope they don’t decide that stealing a Stargate and selling that to the highest bidder instead would be a more lucrative business plan?” Cameron asks.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I'm aware.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Once. My Lunarry fic the ones that seek and find (six years in the relationship of harry and luna) has a translation into Chinese Mandarin 探寻和发现（哈利与卢娜相处的六年).
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No. It's always sounded kinda complicated.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I do NOT have a one single favorite ship. But there are a few that I will probably never let go of and those are: Elejah, Swan Queen, Hizzie, Bellarke, Spuffy, Doctor/River, Clizzy, Bering and Wells, Kahlan/Cara, Parker/Hardison, Graylora and DFQC/XLH.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
All of them 😭.
But especially the Star Wars time travel one I mentioned earlier. I love that one so much. And I want to go back to it and finish it. But the stars aren't looking all that bright.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I'd like to think that I'm good at getting into characters' heads. Their inner monologues tend to be the easiest part to write (it's the dialogues and surrounding scenes that trip me up).
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Grammar. English isn't my first language, so the fiddly parts of the grammar is what I've picked up through osmosis while reading, which isn't exactly... a flawless way to do it.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've done it a few times (mostly in my Clizzy fics, because Izzy's character peppers a decent bit of Spanish in her dialogue on the show) and have nearly always kind of regretted it (I've needed to do fixes nearly every time, had to learn that google translate cannot be trusted the hard way).
19. First fandom you wrote for?
If I remember correctly, then I think that was a very terrible attempt at a BtVS/Stargate SG-1 crossover that has been deleted since then.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
This is a very predictable answer but that's She's Come Undone and Set Free, I'm just really proud of this story for a lot of reasons. And though there are a few other of my fics I love more than others, this one is just... my favorite of all of them.
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Tagging: @vorpalmuchness, @jennifersminds, @muse-oleum, @amandamonroe and whoever else wants to.
#ask meme#writing#terapsina rambles#terapsina's writing rambles#elejah#thirteen x river#river x thirteen#bellarke#bonbekah#tvd#stargateverse#leverage#stargate sg1#doctor who#star wars#clone wars#queliot#the magicians
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Klaroline WIP Wed - freaky friday time travel fic
my prompt was the future Caroline Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes swap places and I was like, okay, I am going to shoehorn an entire plot in here after prom but before graduation. author is loading canon and firing it into the sun
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The package was sitting innocently enough on the porch swing when Caroline got home from school. After a weird day of fielding concerned questions from her peers about Elena’s whereabouts–Stefan and Damon locking her in the Boarding House all weekend after prom was a last-ditch effort that looked like it wasn’t working–Caroline wasn’t really in the mood for a surprise.
When a cautious sniff towards the box brought her the acrid smell of oil paint and turpentine, though, she had to bite down on her smile. The smell liked to cling to Klaus after he’d been painting all morning, as she’d discovered two days ago, the morning after prom. She’d been crossing the Square, coming from the Sheriff’s department toward the Mystic Grill to meet Matt for lunch and flashcards, when her name being called pulled her head back to the here and now.
“Caroline!” Klaus’ smile was delighted to see her as he crossed the street to meet her on the grass, dimples brighter on his face than the sunshine, and god wasn’t that cheesy and ironic, just like her agreement to be friends with the nightmare creature that had plagued their lives for months. Even stranger, that she actually wanted to. Okay, maybe he hadn't been plaguing their lives very hard recently. What with the others unleashing Evil Dead and Elena taking home all the queen bitch prizes previously scooped up by Katherine, Klaus had almost seemed like your friendly neighborhood serial killer in comparison.
She waited until he caught up, swinging a large brown paper bag by string handles. “A word of advice?” she offered. He raised his eyebrows in intrigued curiosity. “Don’t go loudly chatting up the Sheriff's teenage daughter in the middle of town when you look like… that,” She gestured at all of him, including his loose-necked henley and comfortable jeans liberally smeared with paint, “Unless you want to get called a dirty old man behind your back.”
The laugh was practically startled out of him. He looked like an artist grad student at most, the kind that would debauch you on the furniture props, but judging by the slightly judgy looks from a few faces she could see around the square, that was too old for just barely eighteen Caroline. Oh yeah, Liz would be hearing about this before the day was out, and wasn't that just what Caroline needed?
Klaus leaned forward slightly, for all the world looked like he was sharing confidences with her. "Do you find me old, sweetheart?" he asked, dimples on display.
"Ancient, decrepit," she deadpanned.
His voice dropped a little softer, and unconsciously this time she leaned in a little to hear him. “You know our kind don’t measure time in years, sweetheart, it’s more about experiences.”
With a scoff and an eye roll, she leaned back. “Oh my god, you did not just ‘Age is just a number’ me. It’s jail for you, sir.”
“Mmm, they haven’t built a prison that can hold me yet, but if you prefer that sort of role-play, I'm sure I could think of something,” he said cheekily.
“Wow, okay!” She laughed, trying not to think of ‘Klaus’ and ‘role-play’ in the same context, “You are feeling much better than the last time I saw you.”
He seemed to sober, tension pinching his soft mouth. “Silas hasn’t shown himself that I’m aware of. Elijah is refusing to hand over the cure to either Rebekah or myself. Her on the grounds that she failed her trial, and me…” Klaus glanced away.
Caroline tried to dredge up some sympathy, really she did. “Well, we are all very much hoping there will not be an apocalypse hell-on-earth. I never met your parents and I would like to keep that track record going, thanks.” Klaus ducked his head, laugh soft, and Caroline nearly preened. “So, what’s in the bag? Thumb screws? Arsenic? Stolen lollipops?”
“Your imagination is a never-ending delight, love. There’s an art supply shop down the street that orders my paints for me. Which is fortunate, I was getting low on Cadmium Orange.” His fingers fiddled with the bag string.
“That is a very specific color,” she teased gently.
He tilted his head to the side in a self-deprecating sort of way. “Well, I need it for a very specific bit of shading, you see. The fall,” he gestured vaguely with one hand at some unseen painting, “Isn’t quite right. I’ve been working on it all night.”
Wrinkling her nose at him, she adjusted her purse on her shoulder. “Is that why you have that ‘freshly bathed in linseed oil’ smell?” Knowing she was about to set the tongues wagging but unable to resist the look it would put on his face, she reached out and snagged his hand, flipped it over backside up. Bright yellow paint was smeared on his skin. “You missed a spot.” she pointed out helpfully.
He rumbled softly in his throat. “So I did.” When Caroline looked up, his hungry blue eyes were on her, quiet, watchful of what she’d do next.
“So,” she said, drawing out the vowel, “I’m supposed to meet Matt for lunch.”
“The human?” Klaus managed to fit a world of disgruntled judgment into two words.
“Ugh.” Caroline dropped his hand with a bit of force. “Matt is failing some of his classes and needs a study buddy. I happen to be queen of the flashcards, thank you very much. Finals are next week, and I just want…” She paused, emotion clawing up her throat and she swallowed. Blinked. The sun that seemed so bright before–but not warm, never warm, never again–seemed a pale imitation of itself. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Klaus’s hand hovering next to her arm as if wondering if his touch was unwelcome.
This wasn’t helpful, this wasn’t what she needed, in the middle of the day, in the middle of the Square, for god’s sake. Her chin raised, she looked Klaus in the eye. He looked solemnly back. “I just want us to make it through graduation. All of us. So.” She pasted a smile on her face. “I do what I can, which means flashcards.”
Something bitter tilted his mouth. “The talents of a general and they have you tutoring the quarterback.”
Caroline scowled at him. “It’s not a waste of my time to care about my friends. You certainly benefited from that.” With a huff, she turned to go, and he stepped sideways into her path.
“Admitting you care, love?” There was something predatory about the glint in his eyes.
Raising her eyebrows loftily, she pushed past him, trying to ignore the heat from his body that seemed to cling to hers. “In your dreams, Klaus,” she shot over her shoulder as she headed toward the Mystic Grill.
While her vampire hearing might have been bogged down by the noise in the Square, she was annoyingly attuned to Klaus’ presence. His parting words reached her easily: “Someday, you will.”
#klaroline wip wed#klaroline#klaroline for ts#tvd for ts#one of Klaus' Top 3 Fave Carolines is Grumpy Caroline#She's scowling and sassing him? he is having a GREAT time#hey how'd that foreshadowing get in there? someone call security!!
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WIP WEDNESDAY
No sneak peak as I don't have anything I'm happy with spoiling but-
The tbbw rewrite is going well, considering that's the wordcount for 11 completed chapters and 4 still in progress.
[muffled screaming]
#klaroline wip wed#klaroline#klaus x caroline#fanfiction#klaroline fanfiction#the big bad wolf#tbbw#morningstar writes#the mikaelson ball arc is nearly done#there's like 4 or 5 scenes to finish across the 3 chapters still in progress for that#and then like a week ago I did a complete 180 and started editing the damon murder arc#you're getting more kol content in that one because i can't help myself#oh and tbbw is 37 chapters now#did i mention that?#we'll see if that count goes up or down as i continue
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WIP WEDNESDAY!!!
week #17
y'all didn't think you'd seen the last of me, did you?
more amnesia au bc if don't put some effort into it alicia is going to hurt me. so here's some background:
She only feels eyes on her a moment later. Klaus has a way of moving that’s deathly silent, no matter the terrain. It’s no wonder she didn’t hear him approach.
“What?” she asks, perhaps more sharply than he deserves. She feels a stab of guilt in her chest.
“Nothing,” he says, turning on his heel to walk away.
He’s already a few steps away when a “Wait!” tears out of Liz’s throat.
Klaus pauses, and casts a look over his shoulder, one eyebrow quirked up in question. His hands slide into his pockets. “Yes?”
She’s not sure, actually. She’s never been sure when it came to him.
One day, Caroline is working a job she doesn’t particularly enjoy in the big city, the next she’s calling Liz to tell that there is more supernatural mess on the horizon, the next that the supernatural mess is solved, and also that she’s having dinner with Klaus, the Klaus, the one they’re both acquainted with better than Liz had ever wished to be. That first dinner was not a date, Caroline had insisted then and she still insists now, nor had the second or the fifth or the thirteenth.
The fourteenth, as she understands it, hadn’t started out as one, but that’s what it turned into and then weeks later Liz had received a call telling her that Caroline had taken a week off work to visit her … Klaus’s kingdom in Louisiana, and would she mind terribly if they were to make a stop in Mystic Falls, after all, she hadn’t seen Liz in so long.
Liz had missed her daughter and was quite eager to see her, of course. It’s the addition of the millennium-old children’s bedtime story given flesh that she objected to.
Said millennium-old children’s bedtime story looked no different than he had the last time Liz had seen him, which should not have been as surprising as it was with someone with a vampire daughter. He’d been unfailingly polite and too-charming, as if that would be enough to make her forget. He’d been polite when he requested—ordered, because it’s not as if she could have refused—entry into her house the first time, too.
Just seeing him step over the threshold casually, invitation acquired years ago, was enough to have her blood run cold with icy rage no amount of dimples or twinkling blue eyes or compliments could melt.
She’d been convinced that it would all end in heartbreak, as she had been when Elena Gilbert switched the Salvatore on her arm.
But then Elena and Damon got married and they seem to be happy, and a few weeks ago her daughter called again, this time from this grand and ancient house rather than a one-bedroom apartment in a high-rise, and announced her engagement.
Maybe it will end in heartbreak, she decides, though not the kind she’d anticipated back then.
Liz grits her teeth together. “I’m sorry,” she forces out. “That was rude.”
It may be the first time she’s ever apologised to him, ever.
He cocks his head to the side, and then his mouth stretches in a grin she also finds familiar from the months he’d spent in Mystic Falls.
Terrible tragedy, isn’t it … and so young … and her poor, poor son. He’d been wearing that grin when he spoke of Carol’s death, wicked as if he didn’t care if anyone knew that he had been the one to hold her head under. Poor boy, all alone. And just yesterday, he’d been on top of the world. Fortunae rota, no?
“Why,” he drawls now, bringing her to reality, “are you going soft on me?”
Liz had watched him hold court, nails digging into the soft skin of her palm. The gleam in his eyes had sent shivers down her spine. Later, she’d dubbed it insanity.
Liz feels her face harden and her lip curl. Maybe she likes him more like this, when the pretences are off, when he’s not simpering and trying to charm his way into her good graces. “Not a chance.”
He turns fully at last and grins, stepping forward. The winter sun glints off his hair, turning the curls into gold. “Good.”
And then he flashes off, leaving her alone.
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WIP Wednesday #21 - DW Crossover
Ok so, this is for all of the people who wanted something happy!
This takes place around the same time as #12 (oooh the inverse!) give or take a few scenes.
This was always her favourite part. Peoples’ awestruck faces as they took in the beautiful impossibility of the TARDIS.
It had been a good afternoon. Sure, they hadn’t gotten to meet any werewolves (this time) but Rose and her had spent the day together, and Caroline had finally gotten to ask the older girl about her feelings for the Doctor.
Honestly, she didn’t know it was possible to blush that deeply, it was impressive. Rose wanted to see the Falls and Caroline agreed, besides how long could they look at the Falls for?
They could still catch up to the Doctor. The don’t wander off rule was totally made to be broken anyway!
They heard the whoops before they saw the figure jumping from the top of the Falls. Caroline instantly knew that’s what she wanted to spend her day doing. As they approached the edge of the water, the girls saw a boy around Caroline’s age climb onto the grass, laughing even as he pushed his wet, shoulder-length hair out of his eyes.
Henrik and her had become fast friends; Caroline knew that she would like to see him again.
After spending about six hours together, the three of them decided to call it a day. When Henrik made to go in the direction of his village, the girls protested, telling him that they wouldn’t let him go home soaking wet!
Caroline didn’t know what she found funnier, Henrik’s reaction to the console room or his astonishment at the shower.
Eventually, Henrik decided that it was time to go home, he was ready to face the wrath of (one of) his older brothers.
“No, no, we’ll come with you.” Caroline insisted, Rose nodding beside her. “We can’t let you listen to the lecture alone, especially since Kol bailed on you.”
“Besides, how bad could an Elijah lecture be?” Rose laughed.
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Ask game for fanfic writers! ⌨️🖊📓📝
1. What fandoms do you write for?
2. What pairings do you write for?
3. What is your most popular fanfic?
4. Do you write original stories as well?
5. What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?
6. What is a fandom you will never write for?
7. What is a ship you will never write for?
8. Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc. which platform do you prefer?
9. What are your favorite fanfics?
10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?
11. What’s your longest fanfic?
12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?
13. What is your planning process?
14. What have others criticized about your fanfic?
15. OCs or no OCs?
16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?
17. Do you use/follow advice from writing blogs/posts?
18. What is your favorite writing prompt?
19. Dead or overused tropes?
20. Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?
21. What’s your shortest fanfic?
22. Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?
23. Long chapters or short chapters?
24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?
25. How many WIPs will you finish?
26. First-person-narrative or third-person-narrative?
27. Do you take requests?
28. I will name you three things (drunk Ian — shared bachelor party — Gallavich): write a paragraph or two!
29. What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?
30. What writing software do you use?
31. Do you use beta/sensitivity readers?
32. Past or present tense?
33. Do friends and family know that you write fanfics?
34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?
35. What is your favorite review?
36. Did you ever delete a work of yours?
37. Did your work ever get plagiarized?
38. Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)
39. Collaborations or working solo?
40. Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?
41. What is something you don’t like about your writing?
42. Rudest review?
43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?
44. Does fanart of your fanfic exist?
45. Do fanfics of your fanfic exist?
46. Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?
47. What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?
48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?
49. Where do you draw inspiration from?
50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?
(Don't feel obligated to answer. Thought if you're into these kinda things, that'd be a nice ask. ;))
Oh this is so nice!! Thanks for sending this @annansmith
I chose a few of them to do.
1. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently, I’m writing for Shameless (Gallavich) but I’ve written for:
Veronica Mars (LoVe), Veep (Amy/Dan), Arrow (Oliver/Felicity), Once Upon A Time (Hook/Emma), The Old Guard (Joe/Nicky), That 70′s show (Hyde/Jackie), Sons of Anarchy (Tara/Jax), Vampire Diaries (Klaroline), Hart of Dixie (Zoe/Wade), Gilmore Girls (Rory/Jess), X-men (Rogue/Pyro), One Tree Hill (Haley/Nathan), and a few others.
2. What pairings do you write for?
Now I write Gallavich.
But I’d say my top ones I love writing for now (my fanfiction writing has spanned about 14 years) are Dan/Amy, Veronica/Logan, Klaus/Caroline, Mickey/Ian.
3. What is your most popular fanfic?
My most popular fic on Ao3 is The Course of True Love (Arrow) and on FF Of Bloodshed, Babies, and Epic LoVe (Veronica Mars)
4. Do you write original stories as well?
Yes, I do. I’m working on a book, well, two books. But it’s going very slowly. The first is a memoir of my travels from around the world and the second is a vampire urban fantasy one. We’ll see how it goes, but I’d like to finish them by next year and see if I can get them published, but it’s hard so who knows.
10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?
Well, recently I’ve really been trying to finish everything I write. I have a lot of WIPs from years and years ago and even within the the last year, so this answer is pretty new. Basically, I focus on one fic at a time and write a little every day to stay motivated. Now, I try to update once a week on a certain day. I think comments/reviews and kudos and people being genuinely encouraging helps though. It’s also what’s gotten me considering finishing my older fics.
11. What’s your longest fanfic?
Of Bloodshed, Babies, and Epic Love (over 165k)
13. What is your planning process?
Now, it’s different. I have a doc of ideas and I wait to see which one I can’t seem to shake. Then I plan out each chapter with a few sentences and I have a list of things I want to focus on in the story. Usually, each story now has a kind of theme to it and a main focus. I sometimes will just want to write a certain situation/scene/focus and the story is born from there. But what really helps is writing down chapter 1, 2, etc. and having a sentence or two for what I want to happen. It doesn’t always go according to plan, but I never get writers block or forget what happened in previous chapters now.
16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?
Probably a mixture of fandom (or my personal) headcanons. I don’t start with prompts unless it’s a challenge or sentence starters. Usually, I have a scene I already want to write in my head and then I sit down and write it.
17. Do you use/follow advice from writing blogs/posts?
Yes, I’ve read several books on writing. My undergrad was creative writing too, so I learned a lot there. I also follow writing instagram accounts which are helpful. I take everything I learn with a grain of salt and I see what is best for me. The best advice I heard recently was short sentences and so now I’m experimenting with that.
20. Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?
There’s a lot from many different fandoms. I used to be on FF.net as Psyc0gurl0 and now I’m ProstheticLoVe on a03. I like writing on ao3 better cause it’s easier and I love the tagging process. Plus the gallavich fandom on there is unreal. So to think about going back to ff.net to finish my WIPs seems like such a process now.
Currently though, I’m writing an Ian’s POV 5 chapter fic called Chocolate. It’s not out yet, but it’ll focus on Ian from 1x06 to 1x09 or so and how his feelings for Mickey change and evolve. It’s the second part to a series called Chocolate and Cigarettes. Mickey’s POV was Cigarettes.
22. Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?
Yes, I listen while writing but I need silence while editing. I have a Love (lol) playlist. It’s basically all the love songs that remind me of couples I ship. So for example, The Acid is in there a lot because their music is great, but also Basic Instinct is so haunting. Overall, I like all music except country, so sometimes I’ll listen to my larger playlists while writing.
23. Long chapters or short chapters?
So this has changed over the years. Initially, I wrote short chapters, then when I got back into fanfiction while writing klaroline they got a lot longer and now it’s just basically where the chapter has a natural ending. So the chapters are between 4 - 10k words depending. I try to get over 4k though. Right now, once I’m done with my current fic, I really want to write something over 100k.
24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?
A lot...none in Shameless though. Well, I guess my current one, but I haven’t posted that yet. I’d say I probs have about 10 WIPs spanning different fandoms. I know. But my goal for 2021 is to pick two and finish them.
25. How many WIPs will you finish?
Not all of them. Some of them are from years and years ago. But I’d like to finish the ones that I still get reviews on. So there’s a SOAs fic I want to finish cause that fandom is so lovely. I also want to finish a klaroline one cause that was fun to write. And my Amy/Dan ones I’d like to finish. I would like to finish my Veronica Mars ones (I have two) but they need a lot more attention, so when people message me about them I tell them the planned ending.
28. I will name you three things (drunk Ian — shared bachelor party — Gallavich): write a paragraph or two!
“Fuck, Mickey, I probably shouldn’t have had the third Hot Toddy,” Ian grimaced as the world around him spun.
Mickey laughed at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Ian wanted to think his future husband just wanted to pull him closer, but he had a feeling it was to steady him.
“Probably should’ve cut you off earlier,” Mickey said tugging Ian closer.
Ian wobbled and plopped down on the back steps of the porch. Mickey followed suit a moment letter and they both looked out toward the backyard where the Gallaghers, Balls, and a few of the Milkovich cousins were alternatively huddling around a fire, drinking, and dancing.
“I blame Lip for making us have this stupid shared bachelor party in the first place,” Ian grumbled.
Mickey kissed him on the forehead as Ian lay his head on his shoulder. “It’s Sandy’s fault too.”
Ian hmmed in response and Mickey knew he was going to fall asleep any moment. He ran his hand up and down Ian’s arm and watched as Debbie bounced over to them.
“Jesus, you aren’t even married yet and you two are like an old married couple. Are you going to come dance or what?” she whined.
Mickey looked down at Ian, whose eyes were already closed, and then back up to Debbie. She was watching them with knowing eyes.
“We’ll dance at the wedding. Go grab Lip, I need his help to get Sleeping Beauty upstairs.”
Debbie turned to go get her eldest brother and Mickey looked back down at Ian. In his sleep, he nuzzled Mickey’s shoulder, breathed deeply, and a gentle smile appeared there.
3 more days and they’d officially be husbands.
34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?
I was about 10 and my cousin used to write a buffy the vampire slayer zine. There was a link to a site called buffyworld.com or something like that. And I found fanfic that way. There was a link on the site to ff.net and that’s how I stumbled across that. I stayed there for many many years until my second time in the veronica mars fandom around 2014 when I was lead to a03 and then I’ve been there ever since. On and off, my writing has fluctuated through the years based on my personal life.
49. Where do you draw inspiration from?
Everywhere! omg. It’s insane. Gallavich I love writing for. There’s so many different facets to them, but truly everywhere I find inspiration. I have a whole doc of gallavich ideas that have stemmed from other fanfics, headcanons from me and other people, rewatching episodes, what’s going to happen in s11, cute moments i’d like to see happen, holidays, and just general life. I saw a pic of WW2 vets who were in a long term relationship and i was like mickey and ian! another idea is born.
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i've kinda stopped writing this at least until the new year because i learned that spotify wrapped doesn't start tracking until january 1st and it quite frankly feels immoral to cheat the system so drastically all my listens don't show up. but that doesn't change anything because i'm still 8k in without all that!
same fic as last time and the time before that! we are barolenaing again today, sorta, this time from bonnie's pov. a shorter one because it's more a transitional scene than anything else but alas here we are
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When Bonnie got the call, she almost thought Stefan was pranking her before she remembered that he wasn't the type.
After all, who on earth would have such bad luck (or such an insufferable personality) that he had three different werewolves commit attempted or successful bitings.
When phrased that way, Damon's misfortune suddenly made a lot more sense.
Stefan was pretty sure that the werewolf was from out of town and that it wouldn't take too much work to make a deal for Klaus' blood.
He called her before he called Caroline.
Before, she wouldn't have thought much of it. Bennett came before Forbes in the alphabet, anyway, and Elena was almost certainly already there.
Now, in a post-The-Sketch-Incident-That-Made-Bonnie-and-Elena-Quite-Concerned world, it felt different. More calculated. She couldn't tell if it was for Caroline's benefit or the opposite.
The call wasn't an invitation, necessarily. More informative. But she wasn't not-invited. And, well, even if her magic was iffy at the moment she wasn't going to not show up for Elena or Caroline. Because both of them would be there, and both of them would need her.
#klaroline wip wed#lilliature#i'm learning exactly how much i love barolena writing this#and also learning that i love bonnie even more than i thought i did#writing from her pov was so fun and came so naturally i have no complaints#there are 2.5 more scenes with her as the pov character and im tempted to make up another just so i can write it that's how fun it was
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Klaroline WIP Wed - Waffle House AU - Kol Drinks Coffee (questionable)
Part One here
Part Two here
Part Three here
Part Four here
Part Five here
“Order your own,” she glared.
“How can I when—”
“Oh sorry, Caroline!” Short June scooted up next to the table, pulling her pad and a pen from her apron. “Didn’t see you had company, and Marcy’s in the back.” She shook her short black bob out of her face and smiled at Kol. “What can I get you?”
Kol leaned one arm on the table and propped his head up on his hand. “Hello darling. What can you get me?” His smile was all charm.
Caroline kicked him under the table.
“Oh.” His smile bounced off June like a rubber ball. She pointed at the menus stacked behind the condiments at the end of the table by the window. “Menus are right there, I can come back after you’ve had a chance to look them over. Do you know what you want to drink?”
Caroline was having this horrible moment of kinship with Caroline Bingley in Pride and Prejudice—the 2005 version, her favorite—when she asked if they are soon to be beset by every Bennet in the countryside: was every Mikaelson in the area going to show up and personally annoy her?
“Oh, he’s not stay—” she started.
“Coffee would be excellent.” Kol’s smile followed June as she left, and then he turned back to Caroline. “That hurt, you know,” he pouted.
She ignored that. “So fine, you’re alive. Congrats! What are you doing here?” Déjà vu.
“Well for starters, I’m—oh marvelous, darling,” he said, as June stopped by with another mug, a dish of creamers, filled his cup up, and left.
“For starters,” he continued, “I’m having coffee in what the internet informs me is a staple of Southern Americana.”
“You googled Waffle House?” Caroline asked, momentarily distracted by that detail.
Kol began opening creamers and dumping them into his coffee until it was an astonishingly light color. “I google everything. It’s the only way to catch up after being in a box for—” he lifted a hand, silently counted a few fingers, “—ninety-six years.” Pulling six sugars out of the sweetener caddy, he ripped them open and dumped the lot in. Stirring his concoction with a spoon, he said, “I love YouTube. Learned how to drive from that.”
Caroline winced as he took a sip from his cup. Good thing vampires couldn’t get cavities. “Okay so your no doubt stellar driving aside, what are you doing here, bothering me? We’ve literally never said two words to each other.”
He smirked at her over the rim of his mug. “Is Rebekah the only one who’s allowed to visit now? My, that will twist Nik’s knickers.” He snickered at the alliteration.
She leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms. “Your evil sister—”
“She’s my only sister, the evil part is implied.” Picking up the menu, he perused his choices.
“—wasn’t visiting, she was interrupting my late night study session. The way you’re doing.” She glanced pointedly at her notebooks.
“Didn’t look much like studying.” Kol smiled now, with teeth. “Looked like hunting.”
#klaroline wip wed#klaroline#klaroline for ts#tvd for ts#kololine bffs is my jam okay#i just want them to harass each other forever#waffle house au
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WIP WEDNESDAY
In a completely unsurprising turn of events, my rewrite of tbbw's chapter 5 had to be split into 2 chapters because I've added so much. So the old chapter 5's contents are now chapter 5 and 6. Here's a snippet from the new chapter 6:
“Oh my god, she’s inviting him to the Ball,” Caroline exclaimed, eyes popping between Rebekah and Matt, watching as the former smiled demurely, placing a hand on Matt’s arm and swear-to-God giggling at something he said. That snake. She spun to Elena, outraged. “Why is she inviting him?”
Elena glared at Rebekah from her seat, the anger in her eyes fading a little to make way for resignation. “Probably to get this reaction from us.”
“Urgh!” Caroline huffed, leaning back with a scowl on her face, folding her arms over her chest. “What day is this stupid dance again?”
Elena turned towards her, eyes hopeful. “You’ll come?”
Caroline rolled her eyes, still glaring at where Rebekah stood. “I’m not leaving you and Matt to those vipers.”
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, Caroline,” Elena said softly, looking worried. “I mean, if Klaus invited you…won’t he expect you to dance with him?”
“It’s like you said, he’s following his mum’s rules right? I should be fine. ”
“Still, I get it if you want to bow out.”
“Not a chance,” Caroline declared firmly, offering Elena her first smile of the afternoon. “Besides, do you know how jealous Courtney will be if I go to this Ball while she’s not even invited?”
Elena’s face broke open in a grin, laughing a little. “Is she the one that-”
“That saw Klaus pick up Rebekah from school that one time and has been thirsting after him ever since? Yep,” Caroline finished for her, eyes widening to show how truly ridiculous she thought her classmate’s crush was. “I mean, objectively, I get it-” Who didn’t? Even Caroline could admit Klaus was hot. Just more in the I-kill-people-and-I-look-good-doing-it kinda way. “-but has she never heard of the phrase don’t judge a book by its cover? Or stranger danger?”
“Clearly not,” Elena mused with a smile, picking up her menu again.
Caroline huffed, leaning down to take another sip of her coke. “And what’s worse,” she continued, talking around her straw, “she said she met one of the other brothers yesterday morning in the town square and will not stop TALKING about it.”
Elena’s brows flickered with confusion. “Elijah?”
Caroline shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. She said he looked our age, maybe a little older. Apparently she-” hear Caroline held up her fingers to make air quotes, “-‘accidentally’ bumped into him and he was totally flirting with her, and then they shared this ‘moment’-” Elena opened her mouth, no doubt to ask what Courtney meant by ‘moment’ but Caroline had already lived through Courtney’s nauseating retelling of their make out session against the wall of the Grill and she was not repeating it. “-don’t even ask - where she pointed out he had a bit of ketchup smeared on the edge of his mouth.”
When Caroline stopped talking, staring at Elena, clearly waiting for a reaction, her friend blinked, looking lost.
“So?”
“So?” Caroline echoed, throwing her hands out in frustration. “Elena, it clearly wasn’t ketchup.”
Elena’s eyes widened in realisation. “You think it was blood.”
“That family? With their record?” Caroline scoffed, leaning back with her head held high. “I know it was blood.”
“Kol’s not one for table manners, I’m afraid,” Rebekah announced, joining their conversation. Caroline flinched a little at her sudden appearance behind her - why was it, she could be so loud in those heels when she walked away but so silent when sneaking up behind them? Dramatic bitch.
“Were you listening in?” she asked to hide her unease. “Creeper.”
Rebekah shot her a smile that was all fake pleasantries and masked murderous intent. “Only when you started gossiping about the bachelorhood of my brothers.” She tilted her head, eyes raking over Caroline, silently judging her. “To think I once respected your taste in men.”
“Hey,” Caroline spat, jabbing a finger in the Original vampire’s direction, “Courtney is the one gossiping, not me.”
Rebekah’s nose scrunched up with disgust, familiar with their dark-haired classmate who was a particular breed of rich who thought every new trend was the height of social status. At the moment, the girl was on some vegan diet she’d found on a guy’s blog and bragging about the advantages of goat yoga.
“Kol was flirting with Courtney? I very much doubt that.”
Caroline sent her most saccharine smile back, the one that was all politeness but said in my head, I’m stabbing you in the eye with a hot poker. “Maybe your brother’s just shallow, like you.”
Rebekah’s face dropped, lips twisting into a sneer.
Elena awkwardly cleared her throat, shooting Caroline a warning glare. “Kol? That’s his name, then? Your brother?” she asked Rebekah, diverting her deadly attention from Caroline.
When Caroline didn’t back down, merely raising her chin higher in challenge, something relented in Rebekah’s eyes and slowly, she turned to Elena, even though she glanced back at Caroline with a contemplative look on her face from time to time.
“Finn’s the eldest. Kol though, he’s younger than Klaus. Older than me. I’m sure you’ll meet them both soon, or Kol will eat you,” she said with a smile at Elena, turning to walk away, this time to leave the Grill, heels clicking behind her. “Whichever comes first, he’s not one to play by my mother’s rules.”
“Elijah won’t stand for it!” Elena shouted after her, as determined as Caroline to get in the last word.
Neither saw Rebekah’s smirk.
“As long as Kol isn’t setting the house fire,” she called back over her shoulder, “I doubt my dear older brother will care.”
#klaroline wip wed#klaroline#klaus x caroline#fanfiction#klaroline fanfiction#the big bad wolf#morningstar writes#klaus mikaelson#caroline forbes#kol's sneaking into scenes again#he's a menace
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