Slipping

“His mind was hazy, but the body he shared with Hyde had a memory of its own.”

Or: in which Henry Jekyll reflects on being Edward Hyde and receives quite a surprise.

(Word of warning: this story includes sexual content and a mention of desecrating a human corpse.)

It had changed, Henry Jekyll thought to himself, the feeling of being Edward Hyde.

In the beginning, when Hyde had first come into being, the pair had shared everything. For Henry, being Hyde had felt like sitting in a railroad car and watching the world roll by, knowing full well where the train was going and why he had chosen to board it. Whenever Henry had sent Hyde to do his business, such as getting rid of the hypocrites of the hospital board one by one, he had been right there, watching on and enjoying every moment. A euphoric jolt still ran through him when he remembered how it had felt like when Hyde had pushed a knife into their first victim.

But sometimes, and these days more often than not, Hyde’s actions were hidden away from Henry. Instead of sitting in the railroad car, it was like Henry watched Hyde walking down a street that disappeared beneath a thick layer of fog. Instead of peering out a window, Hyde taking over felt like Henry was just about to fall asleep. His mind felt warm and empty but with a million thoughts racing through it at the same time – and then, all of a sudden, he woke up somewhere else, unaware of how long it had been and what had happened.

Unaware, except for those brief occasions when a memory resurfaced from under the haze.

Usually, the reemerging memories were of exhilarating moments that made Henry’s heart jump, quick but intensely felt flickers of flying high or receiving pleasure. But sometimes, the glimpses he saw crossed the line between merely distasteful and truly disturbing. And the worst thing was that with these memories, he could never be quite certain if they were real, or something that his broken mind had conjured up while under Hyde’s influence.

Just two days ago, a memory had resurfaced where Henry was looking on while Hyde was dragging a very beautiful, very pale, decidedly dead young woman out of a coffin. Then the vision had faded to black. It had left Henry distressed, unable to put the scene out of his mind. If what he saw had really taken place… he didn’t know what Hyde was planning on doing with the corpse, or indeed had done with it, but every new option he came up with sent further chills down his spine.

Was that how he truly was like?

It terrified Henry how these days, Hyde seemed to have a mind all of his own. He went his own way, leaving scrapes and bruises on the body they shared and filling the corners of Henry’s mind with vague, disconcerting memories – but at the same time, transforming between the two states of being had become deceptively easy. At first, it had been a painful, nauseating ordeal. Nowadays, it was like slipping in and out of a dream.

It was like slipping, and now, the time had come to slip out of it.

Henry came to his senses, one by one. The first thing that entered his consciousness was the sound of heavy breathing – his own. Then – the sight of a familiar room, curtains closed, lit only by a flickering flame in the fireplace. And then – oh – the feeling of arousal, and the form of a man kneeling between his legs with his mouth around his–

Oh God.

Oh God.

“John!”

John lifted his head up and shot a perplexed look at Henry.

“No, keep going!”

Eyes wide, Henry watched as John did as he was told.

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Henry felt certain it was not the first time Hyde and John had engaged in activities like this. His mind was hazy, but the body he shared with Hyde had a memory of its own. He knew the feeling of his fingers in John’s hair, he knew how John’s mouth felt on him, he knew how it was like to come–

For a while, the room was quite still.

Henry didn't tell John that Hyde had gone away, but he wondered if John could tell it anyway. He had a feeling that Hyde didn’t usually give John very much in return, what with John's visible surprise when Henry reached for him to repay the favour, and the way putting his mouth on John didn’t feel instantly familiar. If anything, it felt awkward – but, encouraged by the way John gasped and muttered a string of profane words he had never heard him use before, Henry kept going.

Hyde might’ve not felt the need to take turns, but Henry wanted to do it. He wanted to give John pleasure, wanted to find out how to make him lose himself in his touch. Just a couple of months ago, whenever such a thought had crossed his mind, he had tried his hardest to banish it… but now, when all his efforts to lead a normal life had fallen apart around him, it felt almost natural.

Or the least of his problems, anyway.

For a while, it was just the two of them, Henry with his mouth and hands on John, and John digging his fingers into Henry’s skin and moaning with pleasure, and as long as that lasted, Henry didn’t have to think about all the ways his life was ruined beyond repair.

Instead, he thought about how easy it would be, to just stay here. To let John shelter him. To let him come up with a way of making everything all right again, or at least better. John was always the one to get people out of trouble, he had done it so many times before, maybe he could do it even now – and besides, Henry was struck by the thought, it wasn’t like he had any other choice. Knowing what Henry now knew about the relations John and Hyde were having, certainly it would be in John’s best interest to make sure that Hyde’s misdeeds stayed a secret.

But Hyde wouldn't have it.

Hyde never cared about consequences. Instead, he was always looking for the next surge of excitement, the next rule to break. And now that he had broken free, he didn’t want to be sheltered or concealed anymore. Being able to slip behind the facade of the respectable Dr. Jekyll was the only safeguard Hyde felt he needed. Clearly, he wasn’t going to do as he was told anymore.

Henry knew he wouldn't stay around for long.

And indeed, when John Utterson finished, Henry Jekyll was already gone.

congrats!!!! i was wondering if you could do a childhood friends to lovers drabble with ethan landry?

thank u anon!! i Love childhood friends to lovers (i already have one for ethan in my wips, so i ended up making this one a little different, but my wip sounds like something you’d be into so stick around for when i release that soon!)

used a jack gif because i am running out of cute ethan ones 😧 this turned out way longer than expected sorry omfg

100 follower event

warnings/tags: mostly just fluff w ethan 😮‍💨 ghostface not mentioned, one use of y/n, mentions of dieting (by ethan b/c he’s going to the gym), insecurities

off the table — ethan landry

“Ethan, look at the camera!”

He stares at his phone, watching through the ‘movies’ you used to film at his house when you were younger. Your voice sounds squeaky, matching his at the time. The video is blurry, but he can see his own goofy pose through the pixels as you turn the camera to him, and then here comes his favourite part, when you turn the camcorder and set it on the coffee table and he can see you and him sitting on the floor of his family living room.

“Introduce yourself, come on!”

“Ethan?” A knock on his bedroom door forces him to shut off his device and hug it to his chest, leaning back against his headboard.

“Yeah?” He responds to the all-too familiar voice, you, on the other side of the wood, opening the door.

“Um—“ You squint your eyes at him, as if you’d heard the sounds coming from his phone. Shit, did you hear? “You have any plans tonight?” You don’t mention the way he’s visibly relieved when you ask.

“No, why?” He’s back at ease with you again, pushing back the thoughts of a future with you to the back of his mind.

“Dinner?”

“I want wings,” He confesses.

You chuckle at his admission, knowing he’d been dieting because he began regularly going to the gym with Chad. (Which, honestly, was a treat to your eyes—but he’d never know.)

“I’ll get wings.” You pull out your phone to order, then adding, “I won’t tell Chad.” Before you leave and close the door.

He runs his hands down his face. Why did he think becoming roommates with you was a good idea? Oh, right, because you promised each other when you were kids.

It’s not the fact that you’re roommates. It’s that you’re just roommates, at least at this moment. But you’re also each other’s best friend since childhood—a connection that neither of you plan to change.

He watches through the video folder he has, titled, ‘y/n and ethan’ consisting of the videos you two filmed with a shitty camcorder at his dad’s house.

It was a time capsule of sorts—the videos progressed and the two of you grew up—but as time passed, the entries became less frequent. The last time was before you both separated for the first two years of college, when you went to study abroad. But you came back, reminded him of the promises you both made; telling him ‘the offer is still on the table.’ and he ended up moving in with you as per the plans you made as children.

This year of living together has been like if nothing ever changed, like you never went anywhere else, never spent two years apart from him. Though, there are flashes of uncertainty. Cracks in your demeanor that leaves him wondering if he truly knows you still.

Each moment where you mention someone in your life he doesn't know, he feels a sting. And on top of that, he feels guilt. How can he stay in your life keeping this secret from you? It eats at him.

He's in love with you. There's no denying that. The problem lies in how long he can hold it in, out of fear of ruining what he has with you. But knowing you, you would probably reject him so nicely that he wouldn't notice. There is no chance you'd feel the same, he thinks.

You both eat wings on the couch, watching your favorite movie. Neither of you care about the close distance, shoulders touching and hands brushing against each other when the movie ends and you begin to cleanup.

In the kitchen disposing of trash, you lean against a counter while he gets busy tidying up the kitchen. He can feel your stare on him, burning.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" He laughs, but there's a waiver in his voice that is hard to miss.

"Were you watching the videos of us? You know. Earlier."

His heart pounds in his ears. "Yeah. Why?" He doesn't see a point in lying anymore.

You sigh, "I miss you too, you know."

His head snaps up to meet yours, a longing gaze in your eyes.

That's when he realizes that you've stepped closer, your warmth practically radiating off your figure. His mind blanks.

"I feel like I've been..." You pause to think, "I don't know. Distant?"

Between the two of you, you were always the more honest one. A trait he admires, a reason to look up to you. You never shy away from a conversation when it's needed.

Ethan's mind jumps to a worst case scenario. Multiple, actually. Why are you telling him this? You're about to break bad news to him, aren't you?

Reading the uncertainty in his eyes, you continue.

"Something's changed." You shrug, looking to him for an answer.

"No, why--why would you say that?"

"I'm sorry, E."

His brows furrow. Now he's even more confused.

"I feel like I don't know how to fucking act around you anymore."

Woah. Now where did that come from?

His shoulders slump at the mere though of you not wanting to be around him. Did he do something wrong? Are you uncomfortable?

You mumble something inaudible.

"What?" He whispers, almost breathless.

"IthinkI'minlovewithyou."

He's certain his heart stopped beating. He needs to get his ears checked, surely.

"Can--can you say that again?"

You stare at him through your lashes, a frown forming on your lips. He wants nothing more than to wipe it off you, but first he needs to make sure he heard you correctly.

"I'm in love with you." You stop looking at his eyes, unable to face him. "And I'm sorr--"

He engulfs you in a hug before you can finish.

"Don't ever be sorry," He tightens his hold, and you reciprocate. "I thought--I didn't think you'd ever feel the same."

He can physically feel you relaxing.

"You're an ass."

That gets a laugh out of him. "Why?"

"You made me say it again."

"You know what? I'll make you a deal."

"Yeah? Is it a good deal? Don't try to scam me."

He smiles, though you can't see it because your eyes are closed, too focused on the feeling of his arms around you. "I'll tell you how much I love you for as long as you want."

"Give me a timeframe."

"For the rest of our lives, hm? Deal?"

"Deal."

Hi, fam! Okay, so I'm going to be out at an appointment tomorrow morning, so I'm kicking this off a little bit early. It's technically Wednesday in several timezones and very nearly Wednesday in mine. I'm... also a bit eager to share this, ngl.

I know that I've shared a lot of angst lately, but I swear that's not all I'm doing. 😅 In fact, the actor/playwright AU decided to wallop me in the face out of nowhere after sitting in my WIP folder for months. I'm really excited about it, so I'm gonna share the first scene!

(Also, those of you who have been to New York with me will recognize my favorite brunch spot in this scene lmao.)

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You probably didn't even know I was in the room, but I noticed you straight away. You were talking with your friends, happy and animated and fully alive—a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access—and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You were the center of attention, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen; I'd better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

INT. MOM'S KITCHEN & BAR - HELL'S KITCHEN - LATE MORNING

"I'm telling y'all," Alex is saying, punctuating with dangerously large bites of his pancake burrito. "The dude's a dick." 

It's been two hours since the nightmare audition, but Alex has been on this tirade since June and Nora first slid into the retro diner chairs across from him (at least forty-five minutes ago).

They're at Mom's: a restaurant-bar in midtown that can only be described as millennial nostalgia incarnate. The trio fell in love with it two years back—post-karaoke, stumbling in right before closing—when Alex saw God in their Fruity Pebble pancakes.  Since then, it's been his favorite place to eat his feelings.

Mom's is just really fucking comforting in general, honestly; whether it's the televisions cycling through episodes of 'Rugrats,' 'Dexter's Laboratory,' and 'Hey, Arnold!' or  the rainbow straws and Lisa-Frank-looking menus, Alex can't be sure. It doesn't hurt that they've made friends with several of the waitstaff, including an eccentric bartender, Pez, whose pink hair and painted nails fit right in with the decor. 

Today, it's the combination of breakfast sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese wrapped up in a syrup-soaked pancake that's really doing something for him. It could also be the margarita the size of his face, which Pez placed in front of him before making himself uncharacteristically scarce. But it's fine. He's probably just busy.

Alex won't admit it out loud, but what really helps is having June and Nora here to talk to… even though Nora is scrolling on her phone.

"I'm sorry," June says. She pokes an ice cube with her straw, and Alex watches as it bobs around her mimosa like a buoy. "That sounds like it sucked, but if he's really that rude… maybe you didn't want to work with him anyway."

Nora doesn't look up as she pops a home fry into her mouth. 

"Several sources say he's difficult to work with," she adds, evidently reading about Henry on the internet. "Though, in his defense, his dad did just die, like, three years ago… and there was that whole thing when he came out after. Remember?"

Alex does remember. Henry's grandmother, Mary Mountchristen, runs a pretty major company that used to own half the theatres on the West End. When Henry came out last year, she tried blacklisting his shows from her properties to punish him—which totally backfired when it got around. At least a dozen other queer writers and producers started talking about how they were also denied the space, and Mary was stoned on the streets of the theatre district. Like, metaphorically. 

Alex, Nora, and June had just moved to New York, but between June's position at Newsday and both Alex and Nora on the audition circuit, it was all anyone in their new circles could talk about. They were some of the first to know when the Mountchristens were bought out of their properties and Henry moved to the States.

This show is the first of Henry's being produced here—and it's autobiographical, which Alex has to admit is pretty fucking baller. So, yeah, Nora's not wrong. He has reason to be standoffish. Still, it doesn't explain why Alex was only halfway through his audition monologue when Henry abruptly stood up and exited stage left as if pursued by a bear.

He shoves another forkful into his mouth. "It's just, like, they're the only people who let me into the room," he says, barely finishing chewing. "Nobody wants to take me seriously, and I really thought this was my shot, you know?"

June and Nora both know Alex is having a hard time landing serious roles after growing up on a sitcom—Nora more than most, as his former co-star. What they don't know is that losing this role, specifically, feels like a kick to the stomach. From the moment Alex saw the script, he wanted to be a part of it. He can't even explain why, and now he'll never figure it out. Henry wouldn't give him a chance.

"It wasn't your only shot, and you know it." Nora fixes him with a look. "Seriously, I get it—I do—but it's just one play, buddy."

June nods. "Something will happen for you, baby brother."

At that, Alex finally groans. "Okay, calling me baby brother doesn't help me feel better about the entertainment industry infantili—"

"—itty bitty, teeny weeny—"

Alex throws a home fry at her face. 

It bounces off her forehead and into the giant gauntlet holding her mimosa with a very unappetizing splash. Just as Alex throws his hands into the air with a victorious whoop, his phone buzzes on the table. 

A glance is all it takes for him to see that it's his agent, Zahra.

"Damn," he says, deflating. There goes that upswing. "You answer it."

June balks. "Me?"

"I don't need to hear how fucking badly it went. Trust me, I got the message." Alex blinks innocently, like he's six years old again, asking her to lie to their mom about that broken vase. "Please, Bug? Besides, Zahra actually likes you."

"Everyone likes me." June rolls her eyes, but she caves—answering the phone with a haughty, "Alex Claremont-Diaz's office," before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, Z. It's me… No, Alex is feeling a little sensitive today."

(He throws another home fry at her. This one misses.)

To her credit, June's face remains totally blank as Zahra no doubt tells her how Alex insulted Henry Fox's name and all of his inbred ancestors just by showing up, or whatever—which is extremely annoying and unhelpful—but, once she says goodbye and sets the phone back down on the table, her face breaks out into a grin.

"Guess you didn't suck too bad," she says. "They want you for the part."

He doesn't know if it's Nora throwing herself at him or the shock that knocks him onto the floor.

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Happy Birthday, imsoeverlarked!

Happy Birthday, @imsoeverlarked​! We hope you’ve had a wonderful day so far, and that there was some delicious cake somewhere in there, too! To keep your birthday feels going a little while longer, @ally147writes​ has written a story -- the final EBG story -- just for you :)

Happy Birthday, @imsoeverlarked​! You asked for writers’ choice, so I hope you’ll enjoy this drabble that has been sitting unfinished in my WIP folder for the past year or so. It’s a little slap-dash; I work this afternoon and tomorrow, but I wanted to have this done on time. I may go through and add to it later, when I add it to my AO3 collection.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this little bit of silliness :)

Rated G. Unbeta’d -- all remaining errors are my own.

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The pressure against his lips is whisper soft, oh, so warm, and over as soon as it starts.

So soon, in fact, that he thinks he’d be offended if he weren’t so stunned.

His senses jump into action seconds too late, but all he meets is air, sudden and like ice, a shock to the system inside and out.

But not as shocking as —

“Katniss?”

She’s already halfway down the street, the streetlight casting blue against the midnight black of her hair, loose like a curtain down her back. Her head is tipped down towards the ground, and her dirty old cons, the only shoes he’s ever seen her wear since they first met, slide dangerously enough to make him wince on row after row of soaked, manicured lawn.

She’s almost out of sight before the rest of his body kicks into action. His prosthetic isn’t all that conducive to running over wet lawn, either, and Katniss is managing a pace faster than anything he’s ever had to keep up with over the years.

Though he has kept up, hasn’t he? Enough to make it here. Enough for this moment to be more than a figment of his imagination. He’s so close, the finish line in sight…

“Katniss!” he calls after her, winded already as he reaches the end of the street. “Katniss, would you please stop?”

“Go home, Peeta.” Her voice is muffled, a little wet. His heart seizes. He runs even faster.

“No… don’t.” He leaps the next step and almost falls as he seizes her wrist and brings her to a halt. A gentle misting of rain begins to fall over them, glittering as it falls through a beam of streetlight. “Stop, please.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, refusing to look at him. “Truly, I am. I didn’t mean — Can we please… oh God, Peeta, can we just forget this ever happened?”

He swears his brain short-circuits, just a little. “Forget it ever — Katniss, I’m not angry. I was just… surprised, is all.”

“Surprised?” The look on her face is unreadable, somehow annoyed, disappointed, and hopeful all at once. “Really?”

“Yeah. The good kind, I promise.” The best kind. “I just… I never expected you to do… that.”

He feels her blush more than he sees it, a flash of heat spreading all the way down to her fingertips that warms him in the chill.

“Neither did I,” she whispers. “At least, I don’t think I did.”

He slides his hand down her wrist, twists their fingers together, counts it as a personal victory when does doesn’t pull away. “So, why did you?”

“I’m not sure,” she mumbles.

He takes a chance, sets his fingers beneath her chin to tilt her face up to his. “You’re not sure?”

She scowls. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

He grins at her. “So, it wasn’t my dashing good looks?”

“Can it, Mellark.”

“My sparkling personality? My flawless physique? My ability to make cupcakes blindfolded?”

She snorts, pushes against his shoulder. “It wasn’t your modesty, that’s for sure.”

“Well, if it’s none of those things…” He tugs gently on her hand, drawing her close. “What would you say if I asked if I could try and… jog your memory?”

Her eyes, a little red-rimmed and sparkling, shine in the streetlight. “I’d say that you’re probably not as smooth as you think you are.”

His nose brushes against hers. “But you wouldn’t say no?”

“No, I think… I think I would allow it… For the sake of jogging my memory and all.”

“A noble cause,” he says seriously, just as he closes the final piece of distance.

He’s ready for it this time, but it’s as much of a surprise as it was before. There’s so much new to learn. The shape of her lips on his, the pocket of pine-and-rain scent filling his senses, the calloused edges of her fingers curling around the side of his neck, the way his heart races and slows in turn, the curve of her waist against his palm. All of it new, and a wonder. No wonder Katniss couldn’t pin down why she kissed him first; he can’t pick a favourite reason, either.

He pulls back just enough for them to breathe. “Remember anything yet?”

“Maybe. I was getting very close to something,” she tells him, the most fascinating, unburdened smile glowing back at him. “Maybe we should try again?”

“Maybe we should.” He kisses her again without waiting, and she moans, a tiny, unguarded sound that he’s never heard before. He grins inwardly, tries to draw out another, wonders what other sounds she can make, if she’ll ever stop being the very best surprise he’s ever experienced.

17! 18! 30! 32! 38! <3 <3 <3

Thank you for these! 🥰 17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback? I don’t. Well, not immediately. I try to distract myself for at least half an hour to an hour after posting because by the time I post I’ve already gone mental from finaFinalreRerereadFiNaldefDEFDEF.def x34 and I need to calm down. But after that I compulsively refresh AO3 (for the Beth/Rio tag) and depending on the time of day I start replying to comments or wait for it until morning. I don’t re-read my own fic until at least the day after (and inevitably fix some v obvs spelling mistakes I got blind for during edits). 18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie? A little while ago I would have maybe said Wild at Heart, but I recently started editing the new chapter and now I’m feeling that story again (I got a bit lost with it over season 3, and it’s a long fic I’m not really used to writing – I had no oversight in my notes and outline and ugh). I think when I do publish it might have a bit of a different tone, especially because I think I progressed a lot over the past six months as a writer. But I have by now accepted that I will never re-write those earlier chapters, so I’m just going to move on and continue the story. BTW. If someone can recommend a/their Word Processor to get a better oversight in longer WIPs, please do! There’s no published WIP I won’t get back to from what I see now. I have a few in my WIP-folder that are a lost cause, main reasons are either because I either forgot I wrote it to begin with, or because I don’t like my style or plot anymore. 30. Post a snippet from you’re a current WIP without context - no more than 300 words. From a WIP I definitely won’t abandon, but one that’s also taking me crazy long to write (because world-building):

Annie swallows everything down, but keeps the bowl of candies protectively close to her chest. “I can’t believe they reached out to you twenty years later,” she says, plopping down next to Beth. “I can’t believe they subpoenaed me.” Annie sits up. “Technically they summoned you—” Beth gives her a look that immediately shuts her up. “You know, it’s good they did. They probably got a notification that you got rid of your Dean-shaped baggage and thought: Presto Matcho, and let’s go!” “Maybe I don’t want to be matched up.” “Relax, sis. Just go out on a date, get those cobwebs cleaned out if he’s a seven or up, and move on with your life!” “Annie!” “You’re right, maybe don’t be that picky, make it a six.” Beth’s all fired up to blow a gasket when a man with a bird tattoo sprawled on his neck enters the waiting room, accompanied by a dark-haired woman in a suit. They’re in a heated discussion, going through a pile of papers that’s full of marked segments and bookmarks. Beth’s getting a bit lost in thought, looking at him when she feels Annie leaning her head on her shoulder. “I served him too,” she whispers in Beth’s ear, pulling her back into reality again. “You!” she hears the guy say, pointing at Annie, who immediately throws her hands up in defense, totally forgetting she was holding the candy bowl which immediately tumbles onto the ground, scattering its contents over the floor. “Hey, I’m just here for my sister, don’t come at me bro!” she tries to laugh it nervously away. He doesn’t think it’s funny. But his gaze lingers on Beth a longer time than might be appropriate before turning his attention back to the woman beside him. 32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from? I can have different favorites varying on the week / day. It usually changes when I post a new fic. Sometimes I’m not even super in love with a line when I post it, but it grows on me when I re-read later. So just three random ones: Regardless of his repeat observation of ‘you’re so tight, baby’, she’s definitely not going to indulge him with the Snoozefest Saga of her sex life of the past decade.  – from Stuck in the Middle It’s a decision he almost immediately regrets. Apparently, Elizabeth is very convinced of her (faulty) navigation skills. And mind you, he has an essentially AI-worthy navigation system build into his (“Is this what you drive? Don’t you think it’s a little… out there? Like, surely you don’t really need something so preposterous to arrive in?” she had laughed cutely after that, but he felt slapped in the face – and not the kind he might be paying her for) G-wagon. – from The Girlfriend Experience “Yeah,” he smiles. “We real good friends too, aren’t we?” he says suggestively. (It’s just, he can’t help it, knows it’s dumb and petty but ugh. He’s suffered through Mick’s eye-rolls enough after returning from a No Elizabeth Murder Night again. The other guy casually looking up from polishing his custom ninja throwing stars - don’t start about it, it’s a whole thing, and Rio’s convinced the man can’t even get them into a wall a three feet away if he wears that one jacket - waiting for Rio to cock his head and ask: “What?” “Nothing,” he had replied, dipping a cloth into the jar of polish. “’Nothing’?” Rio had repeated – a little more petulant than he intended. “What are you, my wife?” Ever so slowly, the corners of Mick’s mouth had turned upwards. “Heard spot’s taken.” Rio may have keyed Mick’s car that night.) Beth smiles back stiffly. - from I See Your True Technicolors I don’t know, I really like doing these kinda scene-in-scene (or sentence) things, I don’t know if this has a name. 38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)? Hmm that kind of depends what part of the process we’re talking about. Let’s roughly break that up in three parts: 1. Working out the idea (8/10): Really, really chaotic. This is just days or weeks of just flashes of ideas and plotpoints and lines of dialogue shooting through my brain. Haphazardly writing those down in various docs, on paper in between my work notes, or in the notes on my phone. When I finally know the rough outline of the story I go into; 2. Writing the fic (4/10): I’m a super chronological writer, I really move from scene A to B to C until I finally arrive at Z. But when I start writing I often only really know A, D, E, J, O, Q, Z – the rest will just grow or appear organically as I write. Sometimes it does mean I won’t write for a few days because I circle back to step 1 for a certain scene. A good example is the Artic Hunter Fairytale Beth tells Jane in Chapter 2 of  I See Your True Technicolors. I knew up front I was going to write a scene where we would see how this seemingly unweighted moment for Beth – she’s just telling a nighttime story – had a massive impact on Jane. There were some themes and motives I felt like needed to make an appearance: the more tangible reason of Jane’s quest, how young kids often hold their parents’ word as truth, and I needed it to be a true heartfelt moment between Beth and Jane. But before I wrote the first line of that scene I had no idea that would be the scene that it became.  So I do outline a bit, but I need to create enough room for myself for moments like that to happen. It’s one of the things I enjoy most about writing. It’s a bit of an organized mess within a tighter frame/outline. 3. Editing (7/10): I’ve really been perfecting my Editing skills over the past 6/7 months  – it’s not perfect, but you live and you learn. I spend more time working on the fic after I ‘finished’ it, really ramped up the spelling and grammar checks (I love you Word editor, but I also hate you), and take more and more care to make sure that all my dialogue feels IC ánd distinctive enough per character (especially the latter I feel like lacks in earlier WAH chapters). So, work in progress, but I feel pretty confident in this one.   Again, thanks for sending these! <3

Questions for an Author

Tagged by @chyrstis and @guileandgall

Tagging... @corpsebrigadier, @gatticus,  @faejilly, @ anyone who wants to do the thing!  <3

Name: FireEye

Top 5 Fandoms Written: I'm sitting here not knowing the answer to this question, so.  *shrug?*  All of them.  By numbers I have no idea (my fics are scattered across the internet, and my personal are behind in updating), by word count even more difficult for me to determine, by how much fun I've had?  *hands!*  Saints Row is probably up there, Cyberpunk is ticking up, can I count the Final Fantasy metafandom as one or is that too much?  :P

Top 5 Fandoms You Want To Write For/More: Moon Hunters, Ultima, Final Fantasy V, Trials of Mana, and what else am I gonna do with all of these Cyberpunk feels?

Stories You Wish More People Knew About: So I just took a glance at my AO3 stats, and... a lot of my stories are doing as well as could be expected, particularly for how many tiny, tiny fandoms I write in?  Granted, some of them have been there for a good long while.  But...

1. I remain stupidly proud of Thalassophobia

2. I still love the adventurous theme of Frightful Tides of Smoke and Ash.

3. To Catch a Thief got plenty of love, but I am still amazed at how it turned out and yet fuck that tense in particular, omfg.

Ship(s) Written The Most: No actual clue.  AO3 gives me Faris/Butz, but I think I've surpassed that with V/Jackie alone in the past month, so.  *sideeyes*

Character(s) Written The Most: See above, re: clue.  Per AO3, Butz, Faris, and Gat are tied for 15 each.  XD

How Many OCs Do You Have: At least 24 I can count off memory, some more developed than others, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some and there've been some I've misplaced over the years. (Tabletop characters, etc.)  Not counting random characters I develop solely for the sake of plot, or characters from original works.

How Many Series Do You Have: ehhh.  On AO3?  One, properly.  It has the prologue of an old WiP in it that was supposed to be 1 of 4, and nothing else.  I could probably gather quite a few of my oneshots into series, but I’d have to sort them out.  Other than that, I have two series in progress (sort of), one being the one on AO3 as already mentioned that I plan to revisit and finally write out in its entirety and one being my Ultima thing.

What Do You Do With Fics You’re No Longer Interested In? It's less I'm not longer interested and more I get easily distracted by bright shiny objects.  Anything I haven't finished stays in my WiP folder, under the completely reasonable assumption that I'll finish them all eventually someday.  :P

Coming Soon: uh... cheesy confessions, Nomad!V's living in an apartment hijinks, T-Bug~♥, Kidnappings (plural apparently), The Quest of the Avatar (I've been saying for years), and a (one (1)) metric fucktonne of fix-it fic.

Not yet started? All of the above, and then some.  Keep in mind: I write most things in one sitting.  (Which is part of why I don't have that many longer fics to my name).

...actually, that's not the entire truth - I've had small snippets of my Ultima saga on paper for a decade or more and have bits of dialogue and "[premise]" stuff thrown into files for later.  It's just... not really started more than what's in my head, you know?

Line From A WIP: “Hath no one ever shown you compassion before?”

Do You Accept Prompts? ...yes?  I don't think I've ever gotten any when I wasn't explicitly asking for them or reblogging a prompt list, but *shrug?*  I will happily take prompts.  XD

How Do You Feel About Kudos? I do not in fact think Kudos are single-handedly responsible for the decline of comments on fanfics or comment culture in general, and I think they are a perfectly fine way of saying 'I liked the thing!' if you have nothing more of which to comment.  I have seen people talk about kudos that make me second guess, and I get a little irrationally worried when I get comments without kudos, but ultimately I try to trust that it's basically a like button and I am fine with that.  In short: I like them.

Do You Read Fic As Well?  Yes, although not as much as I used to.  Like, back when I'd go through pretty much anything that looked as though it would fit my fancy in any fandom I happened to enjoy so extensively that I'd not have anything left to read.  Recently, I've been reading mostly fic I get in exchanges or that I've prompted on Tumblr and not really that much else.  It's something of a dumb egotistical anxiety thing, though: I read other people's stuff and get self conscious about my own writing, feel super uncreative, my capacity to actually sit down and write feels inhibited, and/or I feel like I'm going to plagiarize something by accident (which I don't think is as far fetched as it sounds, how awkward - my creative brain gets stuck on weirdly specific things at random and doesn't always keep in mind where it got them from) or someone will think I got the idea from [already known fic].  It makes me sad I've fallen so far away from it, because reading fic is something I enjoy deeply, but... that's why I'm trying to make an effort to get back to it.

I was tagged by @makebelieveanything ! Thank you!!

AO3 name: Silveriss

Fandoms: I’ve written for AFTG, Good Omen, and SNK (a long, long time ago), but I will read fanfics from many more fandoms, including but not limited to Carry On, 911 Lone Star, LOTR, Yoi, Haikyû!!, and HP.

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort is my jam. I’m very weak for single parents AU and all those kidfics, and any kind of slow burn in a modern AU is always great. Also fantasy AUs. Any kind of fix-it fics, too! I’m just a big softie.

Number of fics: I have 32 works posted, but only 15 of them are fanfictions (the rest is original work). I have many, many more wips in my personal folders.

Fic I spent the most time on: Probably Whispers in the leaves, shadows in the moonlit night, because that’s the first plot-driven fic I’ve finished. But I have some wips that I’ve been working on intermittently for several years now.

Fic I spent the least time on: I think that’d be Truce, which was written in the same day I got the idea for it.

Longest Fic:  Whispers in the leaves, shadows in the moonlit night as a standalone fic, but the When the frost is in bloom series is longer if you put all the parts together.

Shortest Fic: Brighter Than Snow is my shortest standalone fic!

Most hits/kudos/comment threads/bookmarks: Winter never lasts forever has the most kudos, bookmarks and comments! Words given, words breathed has more hits though.

Total word count: 152 972! 

Favorite fic I wrote: Winter never lasts forever is, imo, the best (finished) thing I’ve ever written.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I’ve got plans to keep expanding the When the frost is in bloom series! Also the TFC Fantasy AU series, which only has one-shots for now but will eventually have a main, multi-chaptered fic.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on: I’ve been working on the next chapter for As you watch the snow fall, and it has some domestic fluff and Nicky finally getting to meet Neil.

Here’s a snippet:

Pale sunlight bounces off the snow piled up on the balcony and inundates the room. Neil has left the window clear of frost today; he absorbs the morning rays with his eyes closed.

    “If you were a cat, you would purr,” comes Andrew’s voice from just below his neck.

    Neil trails lazy fingers through the layers of Andrew’s curls and smiles. “So would you.”

    A noncommittal grunt answers him. Neil lowers his fingers to scratch at the back of Andrew’s neck, and turns it into a sigh. Andrew’s eyes flutter shut as he leans into Neil’s chest; the hand that was holding up his book drops upon the couch.

    He’s sitting curled up in Neil’s lap, with his feet up on the cushion and his back to the armrest, Neil’s right arm draped across his middle. They’ve been dozing in the living room since the scent of warm coffee coaxed Andrew out of bed. Finding a good position took a few minutes, but Neil would be lying if he said it wasn’t worth it.

    He presses his fingertips to the sides of Andrew’s nape, and massages a low hum out of him.

I tag @kittyfeathersflying !

LTLEFLRT’S WRITING YEAR IN REVIEW

As with every year I’ve done this review, I don’t feel like I’ve done much writing.  But I have written, and that’s something to be very proud of.  I finally started working on my cyberpunk idea that I’ve been kicking around for years, and as much as it’s fighting me, I’m still excited for what it’s becoming.

Total 2018 Word Count: 135,086 Total 2018 Kudos: 5,355 Total 2018 Hits: 45,231

And for comparison here’s last year:

Total 2017 Word Count: 152,215 Total 2017 Kudos: 9,408 Total 2017 Hits: 87,832

My fics:

In It For The Long Haul: 25,495 (5,690 from 2018)

Long haul trucking can be a lonely business. Sure, Dean can chat up other drivers on the CB, and when Sam’s not in class or drowning in homework he’ll let Dean talk his ear off on the phone. But it’s still hours and hours of staring at the road and scanning the radio dial for local stations because he’s too lazy to upgrade the truck to satellite radio. And then a flirty waiter in a 24 hour truck stop restaurant sits down with him to chat while he eats his dinner, and suddenly his life no longer feels quite so empty.

Photography doesn’t pay much, and insomnia is a bastard. Which is why Castiel accepts his cousin's offer of employment at the truck stop restaurant. The graveyard shift is perfect for his fucked up sleep schedule, and Gabriel doesn’t mind if he sneaks a free meal now and then. Besides, all the most interesting people come into the restaurant in the middle of the night. Including the gorgeous man with the sad green eyes that makes Castiel want to pull out all the stops to make him smile.

I actually started this fic in August of 2017, and got burned out.  But I came back and finished it this January.  It’s only half of what I wanted it to be, but I think it wrapped up nicely anyway, and I can always come back and write the other parts that I’d originally planned as a part 2.

I'd Rather Have You: 698

Dean catches a cold...

I honestly never thought I’d revisit the Cursed or Not universe, but due to a cute conversation on Tumblr, I finally had an idea for a timestamp.  It’s fluffy (or spiky), and I love it.

Beat the Heat: 3,057

Dean's in heat in the height of summer during a power outage. At least there's a sexy alpha willing to help him beat the heat.

I wrote this instead of working on Dreaming in Digital because I needed a break, but I also felt like writing porn. I also felt like writing an a/b/o fic where there's no stigma over fucking strangers for funsies, and there's no such thing as STDs.  Sometimes ya just gotta play a little, ya know?

For Better Or Worse: 11,638 (973 from 2018)

It’s been four years since Kaidan woke up from a failed suicide attempt and a little over two years since he married the scarred ex-soldier who helped him put his past behind him. He has an amazing marriage, new friends, and a job he enjoys. He’s got the perfect life, and nothing can bring him down now. Not unless he lets it. But an accident forces him to face a demon from his past that he had hoped to avoid forever.

Sequel to Feels Like Home

This isn’t actually a finished fic.  I started it in May 2015, right around the same time I started writing for the Destiel fandom.  I ended up abandoning it entirely, and always felt guilty.  So I went back and wrote a this-is-what-i-had-planned chapter, so I could mark it complete.  There’s a part of me that wants to go back to it, but I probably never will.

Descent: 31,287 (323 from 2018)

Anders is so ashamed of his loss of control that he can't bring himself to help with the mage underground. But can he help one young mageling escape her fate?

Part of the Peace Begins With A Smile universe, but can probably stand alone.

This is another unfinished fic that I started in May of 2012.  I abandoned it just a few chapters to the end because it was sad and difficult, and also I was starting to write Mass Effect fic which had a stronger hold on my attention.  Like For Better Or Worse, I decided to wrap it up with a last chapter explaining my plans.

Twice in a Lifetime: 3,479

Blood bonds are a once in a lifetime kind of thing, and Dean's already experienced--and lost--his. No alpha would ever want an omega that already smells mated to someone else... would they?

Another a/b/o fic that I decided to write to play with the trope in a new way, and also to take my mind off of Dreaming in Digital.

Blood in the Water: 5,047

Dean is the monster that goes bump in the night, and when it's time to dispose of his latest victim, he ignores the signs warning him to stay out of the forest because there's not much out there scarier than him. But that doesn't mean there's nothing...

I’ve always wanted to try my hand at dark fic, and I think I pulled it off nicely with this one.  I think it’s hilarious how many people told me “it’s not dark, it’s fluffy!” and I’m just like THERE IS SMUT AND FLESH EATING GOING ON AT THE SAME TIME YOU SICK MONSTERFUCKERS.  This fic is just proof that I’ve found a lovely circle of weirdos to be friends with, and I love you guys :)

Dreaming in Digital: 129,676 (WIP)

When Dean finds a deactivated sex bot, he knows it's his lucky day.

Such a simple summary for a fic that’s anything but simple.  I started it in February of this year, and it’s taking me a long time to write because it’s so much more than the smutfest that it sounds like it should be.  I’m about halfway through, and I doubt I’ll have it finished by February of 2019 because it’s such a beast.  I’m proud of what it’s becoming though.  Very proud.  And also entertained af every time I get a comment suggesting I change the summary because it sounds like it should be mostly smutty, but is in fact hardly smutty at all.  

Maybe I should change the summary to make it sound less porny so that it’ll lure in more readers, but I love those comments soooo much lol

So anyway!  That’s my writing this year, the stuff I’ve shared publicly anyway.  I’ve also got a bunch of stuff squirreled away in WIP folders.  I’ve got a dark fic where Angels are monsters that can change their victims, and Castiel has decided to change Dean against his will, and I’ve got a Fake Marriage/Mafia AU that’s actually got a couple chapters written.  I’ve also poked at a story involving Cas as a sentient wolf, and a Snowed In fic that I’ve been trying to finish by tonight, but that definitely won’t happen.  So I’ve got about 25k in WIPs that show I’ve been working even during my down times.  

Here’s hoping 2019 is just as productive, if not more!  

heading straight for the castle - one

summary: logan sanders is a prince who wants nothing to do with the responsibilities the throne gives him. roman prince is a civilian who would give anything to be royalty. when an odd twist of fate leads them to meet, the pair realize something remarkable: they look exactly alike. from there they decide to switch places, wanting to see how the other lives. but a simple switch quickly becomes something more as things spiral out of control in the kingdom 

trigger warnings: none for this chapter, but if you need something tagged let me know!

artist: the stellar @keuwibird (find her amazing art here if you haven’t seen it yet,,, trust me it’s amazing)

beta: the amazing @logically-sided!! i want a give her a big shoutout because she helped me so much with this fic,, without her this fic would be shoved somewhere in the back of my wip folder lol. she was such a big help with everything, from fixing my grammer and giving me suggestions when i got stuck. she’s the real mvp,,, thank you again liz!!!

notes: so this is my big bang fic! i know i’m a little late posting (sorry about that) but better late than never! i’ve decided that instead of posting the story all at once, i’m just going to post a chapter every day (or every couple of days) because with school starting and work i don’t have much time to sit down and format everything properly lol (plus this gives me more time to make sure everything is ok lol) but, yeah! hope you enjoy it, because i had so much fun writing this story :))))

If there is one thing that Logan hates more than anything in the world, it would have to be sitting in on the council meetings.

Maybe it’s the way the members drone in pompous tones about issues that rarely hold value. Maybe it’s the way the members take ages to decide the proper course of action, when in reality it should only take them a few days. Or maybe it’s just because the meetings always seemed to happen when Logan was doing something he enjoyed, therefore taking away the precious moments he had to himself, which were few and far between these days.

Whatever the reason, Logan can feel his attention slipping as two of the council members begin an argument about taxes and the possibilities of raising them. It’s been the same argument all week; although this time the two decided to add insulting each other into the mix.

Logan can feel the disgust curling up in his stomach. He clenches his fist, and tries his best not to scowl outwardly because these people are supposed to be professionals. Yet here they are arguing like children. No wonder nothing ever gets done around here; everyone is too busy focusing on their own petty differences to make any significant changes.

Pushing himself to his feet, Logan storms out of the room and leaves the council to argue among themselves. Once he’s outside the doors, he leans against the wall and tries to bring his emotions under control. He needs to think clearly, and his emotions are only clouding his thoughts. He breathes out slowly and forces himself to relax.

“Wow.” A voice next to him says, sounding amused. “You lasted forty minutes in there. That’s got to be a new record or something.”

Logan has long gotten used to Joan’s habit of popping up out of nowhere, so this new appearance does little to phase him. Instead he turns towards his aide standing beside him and raises an eyebrow. “Only forty? I could have sworn it was longer.”

“Well, you know what they say,” Joan says, falling into step alongside of Logan. They head down the hall and away from the muffled voices of the council room. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

Logan snorts, catching the sarcasm in their voice. Joan grins widely at Logan’s slip in composure, and Logan has to resist the urge to blame the council for his lapse in control. Instead, he rolls his shoulders back and asks, “Where to now?”  Because even he can’t keep his schedule straight in his head; not when there is so much to do and so much is changed at least five times a day.

“It’s one in the afternoon.” Joan says in reply, not answering Logan’s question at all.

That means that whatever is on Logan’s schedule next is something he should remember, and is probably something he’s been looking forward to. He furrows his brow and tries to think.

It hits him a few moments later, as they’re walking down the hall that eventually makes its way to the back of the castle. “Oh!” He says a bit too loudly, drawing the attention of a maid who happens to be hurrying past. He flashes her his smile usually reserved for the reporters before lowering his voice and addressing Joan. “I nearly forgot. I guess I really do need a break.”

“The great Logan forgetting something? Looks like it’s the beginning of the end.” Joan says with a faux expression of pity. “Best get your affairs in order because it’s all downhill from here.”

This time Logan manages to school his expression into something more neutral, although his lip twitches and betrays his amusement.

The pair follows the hallway until they stop in front of a rather plain door. It’s nothing special, just wood with a simple design carved into it. It’s rather out of the way from the other places in the castle, in a region that’s only really used by servants. Which makes it the ideal location for Logan and Joan.

Logan knocks on the door while Joan keeps an eye out for anybody who might happen to walk by. There is a slight pause before the door is swung open by a women with long brown hair and sparkling eyes.

She’s happy to see them, if not impatient. “It’s about time!” She huffs, dragging both Logan and Joan into the room and closing the door firmly behind them. “I was beginning to think the two of you would never show up!”

It is quite possible that Valerie Torres is an actual goddess.

She had worked in the palace as the head seamstress for many years, and had been with Logan for a good number of them. She was kind, hardworking and a rather good listener. Logan had spent so much time with her - what with all the suits and fittings he needed for the meetings and parties and interviews he needed to attend - that she quickly became one of the few people Logan actually trusted.

And when Logan had approached her with a half formed plan to gain some freedom, she had immediately offered her help.

Now she shoves a bundle of clothes into Logan’s arms and instructs him to change into them. He takes them and dutifully walks to the small corner of the room that’s sectioned off by a hanging sheet to change. He quickly swaps out his lavish clothes for the more ordinary polo shirt and jeans. He finishes adjusting his tie around his neck (an accessory he insisted on despite of Valerie's protests, because he is a serious person and serious people wear neckties) and steps back into the main section of the room where Joan and Valerie are waiting.

He stretches out his arms. “Well?” He asks. “How do I look?”

“Completely ordinary.” Joan drawls from where they are lounging on a chair.

Valerie frowns, walks over and musses up his hair out of it’s carefully styled position into a more casual and relaxed style. It’s not a complete change, but Logan knows from past experience that it’s enough of a change that people will need a second look to identify him. And the time it takes them to take a second look is just the amount of time he needs to slip away.

“There you go.” Valerie says, content with her work. She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want Joan come? I’d feel a lot better if they were with you.”

Logan rolls his eyes. Every time he goes out of the castle it’s the same song and dance. He’s had this exact conversation with Valerie many times, and each time it goes the same way. He doesn’t understand why Valerie expects his answer to change.

“I just want an hour to myself.” He says, frustration creeping into his voice. “I understand your concerns, but I’ve been doing this for so long now that the odds of something going wrong are infinitesimal.”

Valerie frowns because it’s not the answer she wants to hear, but there’s really nothing she can do to stop him. “Fine. Be careful.”

“You know me.” Logan says with another one of his faked smiles. “I’m always careful.”

The afternoon rush was in full swing, but Logan doesn’t mind the way people are swarming around him and pushing to get to where they want to go. He lets the flow of traffic push him along with the crowd,  not caring where he ends up.

It’s a nice sort of feeling, just wandering around and not worrying about where he has to be.

He’s visited this part of the city so many times that he could probably walk it blindfolded. As he rounds a corner in the crowd, he spies a small bookshop that’s a favorite of his. It looks rather empty, but Logan can’t remember a time when it had actually been full. It’s always half empty like this, which Logan likes because it means the store is quiet enough for him to focus on whatever he happens to be reading.

With his eyes locked onto the store’s sign Logan starts towards the store, not paying attention to where he’s actually walking.

Logan immediately regrets this decision as he proceeds to run headfirst into someone. It’s a painful collision, and Logan falls back onto the ground with a grunt. His glasses had fallen off in the process, and the world around him has melted into a blur of color and movement. He reaches around him, trying to find his glasses so he could see what was going on.

Someone is standing over him, and even though Logan can’t see a foot in front of his face, he assumes that this is the person he ran into because a steady stream of apologies is being directed at him.

“-wasn’t looking where I was going, are you okay?” A hand grabs his and hauls Logan to his feet. Logan was not ready for the sudden change of position and he wobbles slightly before regaining his balance.  

Logan tries to assure the person that he’s fine, but he can’t get a word in edgewise as the person babbles on. “You don’t look hurt, that’s good. I swear I didn’t mean to run into you, I was just in a hurry and you just sort of appeared and I-”

The voice cuts off for a reason Logan isn’t exactly sure of and he takes the opportunity to say, “I’m fine, thank you. I just need my glasses. You wouldn’t happen to see them lying around, would you? I’m afraid I can’t see anything.”

His glasses are shoved into his hand rather roughly and he pushes them onto his nose, feeling the tension that had been building up in his shoulders relax as soon as he was able to see. He looks at the person in front of him and the first thing he notices is the person’s expression.

He’s looking at Logan in shock and alarm. For a moment Logan doesn’t understand what could possibly be so worrying to this boy (who on a second glance looked around Logan’s age). Then he sees what the boy sees and his jaw drops.

The boy looks exactly like him.

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WIP I have stored away

I feel like this is something interesting for people to see. I have a lot of ideas and most of the time they just sit in my folders waiting for me to get back to them if I ever do. This is also a reminder to everyone who’s thinking of starting writing that you should always write your ideas down no matter what they are. Even if you never end up writing them at least you have them. 

Have fun reading through these things. Some of them belong on other blogs. Some of them were never meant to see the light of day. But here they are. 

Unnamed Stephen Strange x Reader 

This is an enormous piece of writing that started out as an imagine for my best friends birthday. But looking back at it a couple months ago I saw how open ended it was and I decided I wanted to continue it and make it into something longer. 

Rough Summary: You move to New York in order to pursue your acting career on Broadway but you end up running in to an old school mate Stephen Strange. Except he is a very different man from the young boy you knew in school. You find yourself drawn to the man despite his attempts to distance himself from you. After digging further into the reason for your connection you’re told that Stephen Strange may be your “soulmate” or whatever the cosmic equivalent of that is. Yeah right. You’re just trying to act on the big stages, not get caught up in life and death situations. 

8662 words 

Nearly Fully outlined

Unnamed Jim Kirk x Reader

This is one of those ideas that just kinda came to me. I watched Star Trek: Beyond and fell in love with Kirk again so my mind quickly came up with a nice little self-insert story where I could be the hero and get the guy. But it developed further to the point where I felt like I should write it down. I’m actually pretty proud of the idea for this story and I want to eventually go back to writing it. After all James T. Kirk is fine as hell. 

Rough Summary: You’re part of a patrol ship that keeps out of touch colonies safe from harm. It’s a pretty boring job and nearly nothing happens until your fellow patrol ships begin disappearing one by one. And then your ship is next. It’s only by the fate of the stars aligning just right that The Enterprise arrives in time to save you a small number of your crewmates. Unfortunately for you this is only the beginning of the rest of your life. Now including adventure, injury, and a very dashing Starfleet captain. 

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Rebel Barber Cassian Andor x Reader

If you’re not at least a little familiar with this piece then you haven’t been around my blog very long. I started writing this when Rogue One first came out and it’s probably one of my most fully fleshed out story that I’ve ever planned but never actually finished. There are a few parts on my blog already. Once again this is another story I’d love to get back to eventually. 

Rough Summary: Being the medic for the rebel forces is a job that simply never get’s boring. From treating the common blaster wound to giving haircuts no day is quite the same. But when Captain Cassian Andor becomes a regular in your makeshift barber’s chair you find yourself pulled into a plan that you can’t begin to understand.

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Unnamed Peter Parker x Reader

I think I was sitting at work with nothing to do except a couple pieces of empty paper when I wrote the idea for this one. It’s a fun idea, but not really fleshed out. It’d be fun to actually do but it’s not on my priority list. 

Rough Summary: Reader is a high school student who works closely with Pepper Potts as an assistant to get a feel for the business world. When Pepper Potts has Tony Starks child the reader is the only person Pepper trusts as her emergency babysitter. It’s a good thing the reader used to babysit her neighbors kids a lot. Along the way you make fast friends with Peter Parker, Tony Stark’s protege and biggest fan. But Tony Stark’s baby is somewhat of a liability and it shouldn’t be surprising that you find yourself, the baby, and Peter Parker kidnapped and held for ransom. 

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Only vague ideas

Unnamed IkeSen Story 

If you don’t recognize the name of this one then you definitely are not in the circle that involves this fandom. It’s an otome game that I got into less than a year ago that has a lot of compelling characters and stories. So this was my attempt to write something for the small fandom. I even made a completely separate blog for this story because I was actually going to finish it and I knew the people that follow me here would have no interest in this fandom. And maybe some day I will. But for now it will remain in the work in progress folder. 

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Unnamed Frank Castle x Reader

 I don’t really have any background for this. It was a request I started to write a very very long time ago and then I did a purge of all of my requests so i could stop stressing. Which is why this was stopped half finished. And it may very well stay that way. 

Rough Summary: Frank Castle is doing his usual thing taking down drug rings and taking breaks by taking down dog fighting rings. He’s in the middle of breaking apart another crime syndicate when he finds you as a hostage. He rescues you, but you had things under control. Clearly. 

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Unnamed Poe Dameron x Reader

I was supposed to write this in honor of the release of The Last Jedi but I never quite got the motivation to actually come up with anything. This is the most abstract and incomplete a WIP that I have. I tried to brainstorm some ideas so here they are. 

Reader is from a farm planet where everyone kinda just minds there own business until they get the distress signal. Reader joins in and goes with a small group of people to find the new Resistance.

Reader is part of the small remaining resistance, but she is very much in shock and doesn’t believe that she belongs in the group. She’s a regular grunt who can kind of fly a ship but she doesn’t excel in anything. She ends up brushing shoulders with Poe a lot on the Falcon and while rebuilding the resistance. The story would basically follow her and poes budding romance while the resistance takes down the First order

Nil x Reader (Horizon Zero Dawn)

This story is for such a nonexistent fandom and from so long ago I literally had to look up the name of the character it was supposed to be for. This is a story that I started writing a long time ago during a very bad writers block spell for me. It’s purely self indulgent and will never see the light of day. I have over a thousand words of this story written but I never bothered to write down an outline so I no longer remember what it was supposed to be about. But I’m including it to show that even if you don’t ever intend to show it to the world, you can still write it. Write for yourself because it’s fun. Not because you’re going to get a bunch of notes or because it;ll make you popular. Write it because you want to. 

author about me

Tagged by @frenchibi​ !!!

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

no it’s not about weed my dad used to call me ricekrispies because of how easily i can crack a lot of my joints. he said i “snap crackle and pop”. so that’s me !

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

my absolute fave iwaoi piece that i’ve written, Learning to Walk (So that We Can Run) i’m so proud of it and so glad that it’s gotten so much love

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

it’s a manga cap of oikawa going “so fun~” bc i love my son xD

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

i’ve had a few people who will like, go through and read all my stuff in one go? and tbh i don’t get a lot of comments so really my favorite is everyone who decides to actually comment xD

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

There’s like. so many. i have literally over a hundred haikyuu fics bookmarked alone.

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

according to ao3 i have 12 pages of subscriptions xD some of those have been abandoned i fear but i refuse to unsubscribe in case they return from the dead! bookmarks i have..... idk probably about 200 across all fandoms? the majority of that is haikyuu, but my yoi collection is growing.

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

i’m not really sure... lately i’ve been working on a lot of trans hc’s, but of my published stuff idk if there’s really a pattern

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

116 user subs, 1936 bookmarks

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

at this point i’ve already crossed into writing smut, which was like fear #1 xD

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

I just want to get more stuff written and published! i have so many more ideas than what i’ve actually put out there because I tend to bite off more than i can chew with some AUs...

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

i feel like i write majority iwaoi but of my published stuff it’s only 5/14 haikyuu fics?? xD my drafts folder, on the other hand.... i have a couple “rarepair” ships that i’ve written for (kurodai, hanamatsu) but i think the majority is popular ships

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

19 (but i orphaned a bunch of old johnlock fics lolll): 14 haikyuu, 3 snk, 2 yoi

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

uhhh 122 for fanfic, 84 original

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

usually write them down, but sometimes i like to leave them in my head while i kind of play with different ideas, before it becomes a solid story

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

not yet, but @frenchibi​ and i are gonna do something together !!

16. How did you discover AO3?

probably through tumblr? bc i was living my life on ff.net until suddently ao3 was like. everywhere xD

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

lmao no not at all xD

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

pfft no

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

i don’t really remember? i’ve been writing (non-fandom) since i was a kid, but i don’t know what got me started. childhood is kinda hazy for me D: now, my friends have been a huge inspiration to keep me going, helped beta things for me, bounce ideas around... that kind of thing :)

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

start small. i mean yes, there are people who are successful at like “this is my first fic ever! it’s an 80k wip!!” but i highly recommend starting with shorter stuff. get a feel for world building, character development (esp if it’s original writing!), and oh my gosh endings ?? the worst.

also just write what you love. if you want to hc everyone in the entire show as a bunch of trans gay people, then do it. who cares if that’s “unrealistic”. who cares! if it makes you happy, do it.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

depends. for short one shots, it’s usually like “oh what if this happened!” and then i just write it all out. for longer things or multi-chapters, i like to outline where i’m going, major plot points, etc. for my longest fic to date (152k) i had a separate like 20k document of backstory, character info, etc.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

happily, no. i’ve had a couple of comments with like, suggestions or polite criticism, but never of the work in general and always really kind and well-meaning.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

smut continues to be a challenge, tho i like to think i’m getting better at it? and angst. i love to read it, but i don’t think i’m so good at writing it.

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

currently editing my nanowrimo project, rising, which i have now posted chapter 1 of!

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

i have so many pans in the fire it’s crazy but i do prioritize one particular story at a time

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

honestly no. during nanowrimo i did, but i’m in grad school and unfortunately personal writing has taken a back seat to that

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

oh my gosh yes yes yes. a million times. i started when i was like. a child. i have read some of my old stuff and Y I K E S. cringey.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

definitely my knee surgery recovery fic, but followed closely by an original piece i wrote about my mental illness.

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

um anything i wrote for the bbc sherlock fandom i orphaned many moons ago. xD

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

i want to get back into a little of my original stuff again, but hopefully continue writing fanfic.

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

sometimes when you just get into the flow of it and it feels like no time has passed but you’ve written like 4k in one go xD

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

endings. i don’t know how to finish a story. two of my nanowrimo projects (original fiction) just. are sitting on my comp. unfinished. it hurts :(

33. Why do you write?

because i think language is amazing and i like bending it to what i want to express

thank you so much for tagging me, this was fun and a great way to procrastinate my homework

i don’t really know a lot of authors?? so if you are an author and want to do this, i am officially tagging you :D