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yoonia · 4 months

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foreword: 2024

Still here and writing ✍️

Happy New Year 2024!!

First of all, I want to take this chance to thank everyone for all of their love and support. I know that I am barely present as of late, due to life getting in the way of my love for writing and being emotional for watching the boys enlisting. But thanks to you who are still following me and the new ones who have just found me, you became the reason why I’m still here and sharing my content with you all.

Last year was rough for most of us. I witnessed a lot of authors stepping back due to having creative blocks or having big changes in life and priorities. I know because I had my own struggles throughout the year 2023. From losing my dearest pet, to moving to a new place and taking time adjusting, starting a new job, and I’ve also been busy planning for new things that I’ll be starting this year. Watch out for some good news that I’ll be sharing soon!

Though I might be busy with other endeavours, I will still be writing. My absence might get a bit more prominent at the start of the year, but I promise I’m not going anywhere. You might see me reorganising some stuff (my blog, Patreon, ko-fi) as I’m making changes here and there to create a more comfortable creative space for myself. I’m also determined to finish some of my long-awaited series, release some fic commissions that I finished last year but have yet to publish, and perhaps bring back some stories that are readers’ favourite.

As always, you can follow my writing progress and journey through my Schedule Post and my writing journal which you can find on Patreon. And for a bonus, you can take a sneak peek of the stories that I’m working on below. Just so you’ll know what to expect in the near future.

Until then,

Xoxo Dia

!!Bonus: Sneak peeks of my upcoming WIPs!!

⟶ Title | Alpha’s Inferno ⟶ Pairing | Namjoon x OC/female original character ⟶ Genre | Vampires!au, Werewolf!au, Alpha!Namjoon, Vampire!OC, Smut, Angst⟶ Summary | Alphas can only be stronger with a mate. Losing his Destined had almost sent Namjoon into the wilderness, to an illness known to shifters as the Mating Sickness. Fighting his illness, the Alpha continues to lead his pack of misfits all on his own since. Facing betrayals, living constantly with distrust, losing his allies, and finding his own pack slowly crumbling into disarray as he slowly succumbs into his sickness. But the war has turned enemies into allies, and hate becomes love, and he wasn’t completely ready to find the Moon Goddess giving him a second chance to find love in the form of the being that he had once distrusted the most.⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | Flux: Blindsided - from Flux! the series, final instalment ⟶Character | Yoongi x reader x Jungkook ⟶Genre | Polyamorous!AU, Smut, Angst ⟶Summary | Yoongi never knew that he did not only take your heart and soul when he walked out the door, but Jungkook’s as well. He had left the two of you behind by making you both believe that he was giving things up all due to his fear and insecurities. Little do you know that nothing is truly that simple. And it never really would. ⟶Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature

read teaser here

⟶ Title | The Whispers in The Mist⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader ⟶Genre | Ghost!Yoongi, Reincarnation au, Angst, Mystery, Smut ⟶ Summary | He first came to you through your dream, luring you to find him, only to always wake up with his shadows fading with the rising sunlight. But when you can still feel his presence in the daylight, when you keep finding traces of his existence wherever you look, you start to wonder if perhaps he is more than just an object of your lucid dream. Perhaps what you have been seeing at night are your forgotten memories, and he is finally here to help you unravel every part of it, until you could finally remember who he really was. ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; Dark topic, sacrilege, explicit sex scene (more warnings will be added as I continue writing this)

Teaser available on Patreon!

⟶ Title | G.H.O.S.T: The Hacker’s Tale — Carousel side story ⟶ Pairings | Hoseok x OC/female reader (feat. Yoongi/Jungkook) ⟶ Genre | Hacker!Hoseok, Assassin!reader, Detective!Jungkook, CEO Yoongi, angst, suspense, mystery ⟶ Summary | Always have an escape plan. Jung Hoseok has always been the curious boy, too smart for his own good, and has lived on the edge for as long as he could remember. Living in the shadows, he had operated under the name “G.H.O.S.T” and nobody had ever managed to catch his trail. All except for one man, who had not only given him a chance for redemption, but also a reason for him to survive, and you, the shadow that he had overlooked for a long time, but always ready to come out into the light before he gets far too deep into his own darkness.

Teaser 1 is available on Patreon; read teaser 2 here

⟶ Title | Bad For You: Undercover - A Spin-Off ⟶ Character | Taehyung x reader ⟶ Summary | They say only the strongest women can love men like him. You thought you could take the challenge, but what happens when life and everything around you challenge you back? ⟶ Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Taehyung, Smut, Angst, Mature theme ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⟶ Title | Nefarious; In Motion - a side story ⟶ Character | Jimin x reader | note: with POV changes ⟶ Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life. For the past year you have been a member to the club, never once had they failed to help you indulge in your deepest and darkest need, the desire to embrace a part of you that you had never been able to show anyone else before. Tonight, however, you are met with a disappointment when your arranged ‘date’ had bailed on you. But just as you are ready to turn away in defeat, you cross path with the lovely attendant whose gentle gaze and soft smile have always been able to make you fluster more than any dates you have been with. You know that accepting his offer might cause some inconveniences for both of you, but do you really have it in you to say no?⟶ Genre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Smut⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

read teaser here

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lemon-wedges · 1 year

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Just wanted to ask (and feel free to not answer), but how do you draw so much so quickly? I'm always impressed by how fast you doodle or paint. Also, wanted to say that I appreciate your Barok and DGS art as a whole.

and with this ask i have finally reached an artist milestone 😭

Well theres a short answer and a REALLY long answer (which ill put under cut when i get there).

short answer: practice + refs

which.....can be an annoying thing to hear. And as someone who studies art and has bought a LOT of online courses trying to figure out how industry people can just churn out work like nothing. it feels like a let down every time i find out their big secret. just practice and photo refs. Every. Single. Time.

LONG ANSWER:

its how you studying your refs. heres how i do mine

sorry if this is rambly. but ill try my best to at least be clear. BUT THIS is the EXACT way i taught myself how to be quicker.

I do not know if youve taken any art classes but essentially one of the ways to study gesture drawing is by first tracing ur photo ref to get a sense of the flow/proportions of the body. youve probably seen a billion of these tutorials floating around:

So last year around hmmmm june/july? i was NOT looking to get better at my anatomy or gesture. i was actually trying to get better at clothes. but my problem was it took me so long to draw out a figure (which i was fine with cause i liked how my people looked at the time) that i could never really just focus clothing part.

So i told myself look. ur not looking to draw in this style like this forever. so for now SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY!!!! I WANT THE BAREBONES OF A HUMAN HERE TO MAKE A MANIQUIEN FOR CLOTHES OK

but how do i do that....

Im gonna use this piece as an example from my rise and yosuke fashion palooza month. FIRST u see i got all my photo refs together. i like those poses on the right and i want to switch out the clothes for the other ones i picked out. i trace out my poses. kind of like the tutorial up top but since this is about draping i was focused the exact places their waist/arms/legs/etc would bend.

and like the tutorial u turn off the photo ref and do a drawing based off that traced piece.

then i would turn on my refs and add on my clothes

And after a month of just doing that over and over and over. i was surprised to find that figures and poses were so much easier to understand when i would break them down like this. and once u get familiar with them the faster and more confidently you'll draw them.

I and still do this btw. heres my otasune from the last week

i used photo refs for all my sketches. if i cant find anything online to match what i want i just take photos of myself. and some might say well arent u just relying on reference TOO much?

AND AGAIN take it from someone who has spend a lot of money buying classes from their fav artists in the industry. The Secret of how they churn out so much cool work so fast always turns out to be this. practice and photo refs.

Every. Single. Time.(tho this is omitting a lot. im not getting into like they way they stylize their art work. that actually the fastest and funnest thing to do once u have ur base down)

Now PAINTING

The thing is, i dont actually post up all my work on this blog. So theres a ton of stuff you havent seen me do. These are some paintings i did 2 years ago for a class.

I already know how to pick my values and set up lighting. When you see me painting my figures now. i am not focused on learning these basics im actually just honing a technique.

you might see me post readmores with these kinds of wips. I lay in all my colors and lighting with the lasso tool. ALL THE MAJOR DECSIONS ARE DONE HERE

(the little miniature i add on the side basically tells me what the overall feeling is going to be when i blend in the lineart to be cohesive with my colors) ( also if you had any questions on my prepainting process tho. feel free to ask!!!)

and if you compare this wip to my finished piece youll actually find that i dont stray that far from what i've laid in.

everything happening at THIS stage is about feeling out how i want the textures to blend with one another and getting funky with some brush strokes.

and thats it? im not sure if any of this is helpful but if anything. i hope you come away from this feeling like what ive been doing here is nothing special. "THATS IT???? THATS ALL THERE IS??? well i could have done that :T"

exactly man. you can do ALL OF THIS aND MORE!!! I BELIEVE IN U :D

but ill let this be the last thing i leave u with my friend: my barok sketch and the refs i used for his boobies

#asks #ITS A LONG BOI #art advice #?

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twistedchristianscience · 2 months

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forgot to post about him here BUT I finished my silly little Vashraptor fursuit just before Emerald City Comic Con (and Vancoufur)

except he's not actually "finished", just finished enough for me to wear him to those cons for a bit. he still needs a few more details, namely feetpaws, the stitches on his torso, a more raptor-like hand for his prosthetic, and claws. plus I'm not totally happy with his ears so I might redo them. I'll make legs and different prosthetics eventually, but that probably won't be for a while.

as per usual of raptors, he looks pretty silly at any angle other than side profiles, so its a little difficult to get good photos while im actually wearing him.

more ramblings + WIP shots under the cut because this was the most complicated project ive ever done and im insane

so far, he's taken about $700 worth of materials and 150 hours but I'll make another post with updated numbers when he's fully finished.

the headbase is made of EVA foam, with a hinge from WeaselsOnEasels (covered with that pink fabric because I accidentally put it on the inside, rip) and 40 teeth from DreamVisionCreations. the eyes and antorbital fenestrae have .5mm computer fan pvc mesh-- his vision and ventilation are fantastic, rivaling my suit with a 3d printed base, but fine details like writing and text are lost as per usual with vision meshes (that's not normally much of a problem for me with the furry conventions I go to annually and know the layout of, but it made navigating ECCC a nightmare since ive never been before and the venue is HUGE. I imagine ill have the same struggles if I go to sakuracon-- anyone wanna be my handler for that? lol). the unfurred section is coated with Plastidip and spraypainted dark brown. most of his mane is zippered on both sides so I can remove it and make interchangable versions (I plan to make spiked-up hair in yellow, half yellow/black, and fully black) while the tip of it is magnetic so it lies flat against the base. his tongue is also magnetic. I was originally going to make magnetic eyelids, but in all honesty, I might prefer to make them velcro as they tend to be easier to adjust + more secure than magnetic ones.

the part I hated making the most was his tail, not because it's bad, but because when I was almost done with it my dog got to it and chewed it apart.

you can see there's an awkward little bump along the top near where the light yellow and black fur connect-- when im wearing the tail that bump makes it look broken. but since he's so mangled anyway it can just be considered part of his design since I didn't add any scars to it

the tail feathers were a bit of a nightmare to make but the progress shots are cool

the part I loved making the most, and that im most proud of, is the bodysuit. I thought the scars were going to be a nightmare to sew, but they were actually the most fun and I love how they turned out!! he will be getting an interchangable mane down his back as well but I didn't have the time to finish it. I might also extend the shoulders a little for a better fit, particularly the left as theres a noticeable gap between the suit and the prosthetic as it is.

I showed this video of the pattern to a friend at When Furballs Strike a few weeks back and she told me I was insane. she is correct, and I'm fairly sure me actually finishing the bodysuit in a week only proves it further. but I did it anyway, and I had fun doing it.

Fur used: Yellow (Hair/Mane, Tail Feathers): HowlFabric Buttercup Luxury Shag Light Yellow (Main Body/Face): MofuMofu Mi Yellow Long Fur White (Neck, Top Surgery Scars, Tail): BigZFabric White Short Shag Brown (Ears, Tail Feathers): HowlFabric Fossil Grey Luxury Teddy Black (Arm, Tail): HowlFabric Natural Black Luxury Teddy Scars: HowlFabric Salmon Minky Tongue: HowlFabric Banana Minky Inner Mouth: HowlFabric Vanilla Minky Inner Ears: BigZFabric White Minky

note about the mofumofu fur: it's pretty thin, if you trim too much you can see the backing through it. HOWEVER. this proved to be a positive for the bodysuit, as it's MUCH more breathable than thicker furs like howl's and bigz's. (for the one day I could make it to ECCC and two days of Vancoufur, I wore this suit for 10-12 hours straight with a sweatshirt underneath and never felt like I was overheating, the minky scars most likely helped with it but STILL??) it also doesn't get as matted. whether or not it's worth the $55/yd price depends on what you need it for, if it's within your price range and you're particularly sensitive to heat, I'd say go for it. I only needed a yard for this as I'm kindof a little guy (5'5", 120lbs) so it was worth it for me.

#twist talks #vashraptor #kinsona #vash the stampede #trigun #fursuit #fursuit making

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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To Cry for the Moon Part 5 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author’s Note: This one is a longer one, and I might be the only update until Monday. If I have time to finish part 6 after I get home from Mean Girls the Musical I might get it out tomorrow but I cannot guarantee it. But enjoy part 5!

I do not have dissociative identity disorder (DID) This is a fictional depiction of DID & characters are based on the Marvel/Disney’s Moon Knight series. I own nothing. The story idea by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!) Also realized I should probably add content warnings, so I did and tagged them. If you think I missed a warning please send me an ask. I try to tw tag even the tiniest thing so no one has to suffer if I can help it.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic, @urlocallsimp, @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader (It’ll make sense eventually)

Content Warning: Mental Illness, arguing, stalking (because Khonshu is just being a creeper), angry Khonshu, Earthquake

Word Count: 2k+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 5: Unsteady Times

Y/N was mid-tour when the world around them started to shake. People began to panic, screaming in fear of the large objects and glass displays. She did her best to usher the group away from looming artifacts. As much as she knew she wasn't supposed to use her powers around people unless deviants were around she was already preparing to call on her wings to shield them as best as she could. A nearby statue standing nearly 10 feet tall swayed as the shaking seemed like it might never stop, but in reality could only be a few moments, less than a minute even. The slightly eroded base even on a secured pedestal might not hold much longer. She called on as much strength her cosmic powers allowed her without her armor or her wings to stop it from toppling over. When the shaking stopped and the statue stilled, she let go and looked around. The tour stopped as well. She did her best to calm them, but the group opted to leave. She could understand that. As she headed back from the lobby she decided to see how the gift shop, and a certain employee, had fared. She managed to catch Steven's attention from the entrance of the gift shop. He was busy straightening a few toppled displays, stopping when he saw her. She gave him a wave and a thumbs up. He grinned and returned the gesture. It was really all they had a chance to do because of the chaotic nature of it all. But it was enough. Steven would take Marc's jabs about being a lovesick puppy because of how happy he was that she'd come to check on them. Marc was just glad she wasn't crushed under one of those giant statues she loved. That was something they both agreed on.

As she walked back toward some of the more fragile artifacts she froze. She could see something moving, but it didn't make sense. She swore she saw a tall figure moving among the relics. It made Y/N shiver.

"Do you feel that?" One of the other guides asks. "Is there a draft?"

"I…maybe, I don't know," Y/N replies, glancing back at the poorly lit room that was lit more for dramatic effect than convenient surveillance. She swore she saw movement again.

"Are you alright?" Her coworker asks, stepping beside her.

"What? Oh yeah, guess I'm still a bit shaken up. Not every day you wonder if you might get done in by a replica of a temple column or take a sarcophagus lid to the head."

"If we did, I'd demand hazard pay," the guide said.

"Agreed," Y/N chuckled.

But she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Her shift was almost over but something made her step into the Ennead exhibit.

She walks up to a set of statues, sighs, and walks over to a recreation of a temple wall. She stops in front of a god not featured throughout most of the exhibit. The lunar deity, Khonshu.

"I've either lost my mind after all these years or you're here for some reason. Part of me hopes you really are." She glances back at the statues of the Ennead. "I know they banished you, and I was sad to hear that, but just so you know, I'm glad you still exist."

Her phone rings and she turns to leave. A grin on her face when she feels a slight breeze around her.

"Hey Sprite," she says as she answers her phone. She closes the door to the exhibit and heads towards the lobby. "I'm on my way out now."

Ancient Egypt:

Ma'at smiles as she watches her fellow Eternals mingle among the Egyptian people. It is unusual for a god or goddess to walk among the people but Ma'at was not a normal goddess. Her task was to directly judge the hearts of humanity. She had not only aided the humans in defining order, aiding in creating standards of judgment, laws and creating a balance with not only the world around them but in themselves. A system of truth and justice that would grow with the people. And grow it did. It grew into a kingdom, but humans and Eternals were not the only beings. Gods joined them. The Eternals welcomed the gods and their devotions to the kingdom they created. The bond between gods and Eternals was forged around a single feather. The feather of truth was offered on behalf of the Eternals and the people to aid the gods in their process so long as the gods agreed to maintain the systems already established, mainly the judgment of humanity and their hearts in this world and the next. The Eternal Y/N, having been the one to offer the feather and her services as the creator of the system to Osiris. In return he deemed her Ma'at, Goddess of judgment, truth, justice and order. Y/N happily accepted the position. That was how she found herself the liaison between the Ennead and the Eternals. The avatars of the gods, good and loyal servants of the deities, were always happy for her assistance. As the only god or goddess without the need of an avatar, a lot of communication went through Ma'at. The Eternals and other avatars helped, but like all things Y/N did, it was a balancing act she eagerly accepted. It was part of her mission after all. Though she would often buttheads with the more stubborn gods. Primary those that also claimed to enact judgment and justice. Osiris would defer to Ma'at more often than not to deal with stubborn deities. Requiring Ma'at to often reside in the temple as Khonshu and often Ammit quarrel. It was a tad bit tedious but all part of the job. But nothing ever lasts. As the kingdom celebrated the Eternals eradicating the deviants in the area. It meant it was time for the Eternals to move on. The humans were safe from deviants and the kingdom was thriving. Osiris had agreed, as well as most of the gods, that Ma'at is allowed to go without losing their backing. If only because she would never truly be gone. She would always be there in part. Her feather and the scales used to judge the hearts of humanity were forged from her energy. Forged by her hands with the aid of Phastos. It allowed her to be aide Osiris in his judgment no matter where she may be in the world. Her power continued to flow through the feather. But not all the gods were thrilled about their departure. That was how despite the joyous celebration going on throughout the kingdom, Y/N was unable to join her fellow Eternals. Instead, she found herself once more in the temple.

"Khonshu, this was always how it was going to be," she told him. "This is my mission, granted by the celestial that formed the world you claim to protect. To defy our creator, to defy his command, is beyond betrayal. Do you wish for my immortal life to be so swiftly ended? Do you not see that I've already done the most I can do? A part of my very being binds my power here. You may believe my power is as vast as the cosmos itself, as vast as the evening sky, but I have my limits. Arishem has seen to that. I cannot defy him."

"So you abandon us," Khonshu states.

"Are you even listening to me? You will still have my power, my judgment. You will have everything you need for your precious justice to continue. You will still be able to protect the travelers of the night. You do not need me."

"Then leave!" Khonshu spat. "You are no god. You are a servant, a slave to a being you never get to see."

"Says the god that cannot be perceived by most mortals beyond a gust of wind. Only the gods and avatars can see you. Which one of us is bound by limitations, Bird?" She retorts.

"My avatar is bound to me. He serves me." Khonshu says. "And as you said, you are no longer needed. So you waste my time." With that, he vanishes in a gust of wind and sand.

"Goodbye my friend," Y/N spoke to the night. Hoping the breeze and the night sky would convey her message. No longer feeling jovial or wanting companionship. She bid the temple goodbye, assuring the gods she could always be reached. Just hold the feather and she would feel them. She could return if Arishem and Ajak allowed. She returned to the Domo to prepare her heart for leaving the one place since Olympia she felt truly at home. Only bothering to join her fellow Eternals when they were called by Ajak to the main chamber of the Domo. She announced their next destination. Y/N had only been half-listening. She nods as the other agree to the new destination and they finally depart.

A hand finds her shoulder. She looks up to see Ajak's gentle smile. "One day your heart will feel whole again, until then you still have ours, your fellow Eternals. Arishem is proud of you. The mission continues and you have done well, Y/N/N. Khonshu will see with time. We serve the same power. The cosmos that gives him his sight, flows through you, through all of us. You will never truly leave them. Take heart, my dear. You are proof the celestials provide for all." Ajak brushes a strand of hair from the younger Eternal face. "Your heart forever beats for the sands of time, they will all see that eventually. Even the gods cannot stop time."

Modern Times:

Steven had managed to make it to the last bit of Dane’s birthday party. Apologizing that Donna made him stay late again for inventory.

“Next time just drag, Y/N/N along, she loves that boring stuff,” Sprite laughs.

“Just glad you could make it,” Sersi smiles, Dane agrees with a nod.

“Want me to take Donna down a peg again, you know I loooove to see her get all annoyed but not be able to do anything because both the tour guide and translation departments adore me.”

“So humble,” Sprite laughs.

“They do, don’t they,” Steven chuckles. “Thank you, love, but I can handle Donna.”

“No you can’t but not like she can hear me,” Marc states from the reflection of a pint glass.

“Be nice, Y/N,” Sersi says. “No need to piss off Steven’s boss, she might take it out on him.” Sersi gave her a look that Y/N and Sprite referred to as the ‘You know how people get’ look.

“Alright, we can’t have that now can we,” Y/N straightens the lapel of Steven’s jacket. “I won't antagonize your boss. I’ll be perfectly cordial as always.” Earning a snicker from Sprite.

“I can be nice, I just hate the way she belittles him. Next time I see it, I’m going to HR.”

“You really don’t need to defend me,” Steven says. “It’s nothing new.”

Y/N pouts slightly. “Don’t need to, but I’m going to,” She patted his cheek and grinned. “Someone has to after all.”

“Did you feel that earthquake earlier?” Steven said eager to change the topic.

"Yes, it was quite shocking. The poor students in my lecture were terrified."

"Poor kids," Steven says.

"Poor everyone," Y/N says. “Scared the hell out of the tour group I had. One lady screamed bloody murder. Glad none of the artifacts shifted too far. Made me wonder if standing the sarcophagi vertically in their displays was a good idea. Even if it didn’t crack, the glass might and that would have been a disaster. Then again, Sersi had a fossil nearly crush a kid, so I guess my group got lucky.” She left out the part that both she and Sersi had used their powers to protect people. The guys didn't need to know.

“Y/N!” Sersi slaps her arm. “She’s fine, a bit shaken, but she was fine. Is that why you got stuck on inventory? The earthquake shake up the gift shop?”

“It did, luckily not anything too valuable broke,” Steven nodded.

“Donna better not take it out of your check, she would blame you for tectonic plates shifting, or whatever caused it.”

“Enough about Donna, this is supposed to be a party, i’nnit?” Sprite groaned.

When the party was over they all headed out.

#To Cry for the Moon Fic #reader insert #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x eternals!reader #marc spector x female!reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x female!reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #khonshu x reader #moon knight x reader #female!reader #Eternals!reader #Moon Knight Eternals Crossover fic

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marypsue · 1 year

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This isn't exactly a Sneak Peek Sunday, because I'm not planning to finish and post this ever, but I found this thing abandoned in my WIP folder and it made me cackle in several places, so I figured I'd toss it up here so it could maybe make some of you cackle as well.

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Nobody wants to say it, at first. No respectable news publication or government spokesperson wants to be the first to stand up in front of the world and say, “A wizard did it”.

But a wizard did it.

It’s the only plausible explanation. It couldn’t really be anything other than magic. Or, possibly, extremely advanced genetic engineering on an unimaginably massive scale and inconceivably short timeline. Which is to say, indistinguishable from magic.

The fact that there hadn’t been – or shouldn’t have been – any wizards in the world before it changed in the first place does present a minor dilemma, of course, but that doesn’t change the fact that a wizard did it.

…

In the immediate aftermath, Bree’s ears do that white-noise whine thing that TV shows always use to show a character was standing too close to an explosion. It’s high, insistent, and really friggin’ annoying, so of course it won’t stop. But it does blessedly begin to fade enough that she can also hear the sounds of people, coughing and groaning and pulling themselves up off the floor all around her.

Bree is perfectly content to stay where she is, sprawled out flat on her back on the floor. Floor is good. Floor is friend. Floor won’t betray her by suddenly vanishing out from underneath her like legs did. Floor is more supportive than Bree’s last six boyfriends put together. Bree and floor are perfectly happy together, and Bree’s not going anywhere.

“-ee! Bree! Hey, are you alive?”

Bree blinks, and is mildly surprised to find that the ceiling is still up there. A strand of flyaway brown hair flutters past her eyes, between her and the stylish pendant lights with the full-spectrum bulbs (for better colour accuracy), and Bree watches it waft back and forth in a pleasant daze. The voice repeating her name over and over is almost as annoying as the fading tinnitus, though at least it varies in pitch and rhythm.

“Bree? Hello, earth to Bree? Do you have brain damage or something? Oh my god please don’t have brain damage.”

Bree opens her mouth to say something along the lines of ‘I don’t have brain damage’, but all that comes out is a strangled noise. She sits up, coughing out what feels like a solid plug of crap from her throat, and sneezes, rubbing the heel of one hand across her streaming eyes. Her hand comes away streaked with black, and Bree sighs. It had taken twenty minutes in the bathroom that morning to get the wings on her eyeliner even, and now it’s taken ten seconds to destroy them.

“Ugh,” she pronounces, after some consideration. “Seriously, Les, I’m good -”

There might have been more to that sentence, but Bree will never find out. She’s stopped almost mid-word by the sight of the best friend she has at the Haus of Ergo, and doesn’t really recover in time to hide her reaction. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Jesus, Lesley, what happened to you?”

Lesley bites her bottom lip, nervously tucking a perfect loose ringlet of almost luminously white hair back behind one ear. An ear that is significantly and noticeably pointier than it had been that morning when Bree and Lesley had got their morning coffees. Also much, much greyer. As in a colour that skin should not be, unless the owner’s very, very ill or very, very deceased.

“Um,” Lesley says, offering Bree an awkward smile. “So do you know that game with, like, the dragons -”

“And the dungeons? Dungeons & Dragons? That one? That what you’re getting at?” Bree demands, too fast. Lesley’s smile gets more and more watery with every word out of Bree’s mouth, and Bree has to force herself to stop, take a breath. “Sorry, babe.”

Lesley’s smile warms slowly back to full amperage, its usual blinding whiteness only emphasized by the dark, purple-grey complexion of the face it’s now set in. Bree isn’t sure if it’s just her imagination, or if it’s also a little sharper of tooth than usual. “No, it’s okay. We’re all a little stressed out.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Bree mutters to herself, gingerly reaching a hand up to touch the back of her head, where she remembers her good friend floor kissing it when she went down. Apparently floor is not quite as good of a friend as she’d thought, judging by the starburst of pain that pulses through her head when her fingers make contact. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She grins at Lesley. “No brain damage?”

“No brain damage,” Lesley agrees, smiling back. “But uh.”

“Whoah,” Bree says, surveying her surroundings. “I feel like Alice down the rabbit hole. Am I concussed? Are my pupils weird? Why’s everything look so big?”

Lesley rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. The lip is noticeably purpler than the rest of her face, but Bree doesn’t think it’s makeup. And yeah, the teeth are also definitely just a little sharper than normal.

“Uhm,” Lesley says, tugging on one of her curls and letting it bounce back like she always does when she’s nervous.

“It’s because you’re small, short stuff,” Karl’s snide voice says, and Bree tips her head back to see him leaning his crossed arms against the back of her office chair, looking down at her with a faintly amused expression. For a second, Bree can’t spot the difference – he’s let his truly sad man-bun free to hang in limp platinum-blond curtains around his face, and he might have contoured his cheekbones this morning. But then Bree realizes Karl’s got ears to rival Lesley’s, and that’s when it clicks that something truly fucked up is going on.

“Lesley,” Bree says firmly, turning back to her friend and pretending Karl doesn’t exist, which is easier said than done, “what the fuck.”

Lesley shrugs one shoulder with an apologetic expression. Bree follows her line of sight down, down to where Bree’s own feet are stretched out in front of her.

“Oh son of a bitch,” Bree sighs. “I’m a fucking hobbit.”

…

“Technically, actually, I think the term ‘hobbit’ is trademarked by the estate of JRR Tolkien,” Rafe says, in between bites of pistachio ice cream.

“Halfling?” Bree asks.

Rafe shakes his head. “Wizards of the Coast, dumpling.”

“Okay. More importantly: do I look like I give a solitary flying fuck,” Bree asks sweetly. Rafe gives her an assessing look, and she snatches the carton of ice cream from him. “The question was rhetorical, assface.”

“Always so hurtful,” Rafe says, apparently unruffled, sweeping his tail deftly out and snagging the ice cream back out of Bree’s hands. It’s not fair that he’s mastered having a whole new appendage so quickly. Bree’s only shrunk a couple significant inches and she’s still struggling to figure out how it all works. “Always so vulgar. Remind me again why we’re friends.”

“That’s my ice cream you’re eating,” Bree points out.

Rafe shrugs, popping another spoonful into his mouth. The TV behind him blares on, the announcer going over the statistics of who mysteriously changed species that afternoon (pretty much everybody), what happened (probably a wizard did it, though the announcer’s doing a great job of dancing around it), and what happens next (nobody has a clue). Bree ignores it.

“I deserve it,” Rafe says, after swallowing down the mouthful of ice cream. “For the emotional trauma I’ve had to endure.”

“Oh, like you’re the only incredibly stereotypical gay suddenly-a-tiefling in New York,” Bree says, grabbing at the ice cream. Rafe pulls it effortlessly out of her reach, and Bree glares up at him on his perch on the kitchen island.

“No, peanut, the emotional trauma of having to live with you,” Rafe says, before taking pity on Bree and lowering the ice cream into her arms. Bree barely manages to resist the temptation to shove her entire face into it and inhale. “Hey, slow down! Leave some for the rest of us.”

Bree flips him off.

When she finally surfaces, she says, “I think it fucked with my metabolism. Either that, or changing took a lot of calories. I’m frigging starving. I know second breakfast is a meme and everything but I would kill a man in cold blood right now for a good loaded baked potato.”

Rafe raises an eyebrow, but thankfully doesn’t say anything.

“Well, what about you?” Bree challenges, because apparently she’s a masochist.

Rafe hums in the back of his throat, glancing up at the ceiling light as he runs his tongue over his teeth. It strikes Bree again how much pointier they are than before.

“Not a baked potato. Red meat,” he says, at last, consideringly. “I could go for burgers?”

“Oh fuck me yes,” Bree says, and then considers. “Wait, d’you think anywhere would even be open?”

“Not a chance, lovebug,” Rafe says serenely. “Although, who knows? They keep chain restaurants open through every natural disaster imaginable, I’m sure the corporate overlords of the local McD’s don’t give a damn if half their employees suddenly sprouted new limbs.”

“McDonald’s it is, then,” Bree says. “Get your coat, I’m buying.”

“You’re going in your bathrobe?” Rafe asks, and it’s Bree’s turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Right. If I say one word about your sartorial choices I will wake up without eyebrows.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Bree says. “C’mon, before I start thinking you don’t really need all of that not-so-secret Oreo stash.”

…

There’s a giant troll at the intersection beside the McDonald’s nearest the apartment, smashing up taxis with what looks like an uprooted stop sign. The deafening honking is even worse than usual. Bree and Rafe wait until the troll’s back is turned, then slip past to the restaurant, heading straight for the self-serve order stations.

“Twenty McNuggets,” Bree says, then reconsiders. “Wait, no. Forty. And an extra-large fries.”

Rafe nods, and then says “Ow! Fuck,” as his horns bash against the order station pillar.

There’s an ominous rumble from the troll, and Bree and Rafe both turn to look, but the troll thankfully is still outside, still occupied with the taxis. The noise from outside’s just gotten louder because of the guy who just walked through the door. He’s built like a brick shithouse and dressed like a Medieval Times threw up on a science fiction convention, with an impressive red beard and a huge-ass sword with a dragon on the handle. Bree wonders if that armour’s real tooled leather or just Worbla foam.

He looks surprisingly human. Bree looks and looks, but can’t find anything to indicate otherwise.

“Hail and well met!” the human dude calls, and Bree and Rafe both stare at him. The door shuts behind him, with a little hiss of displaced air and a sad jangle of chimes. His brilliant smile slips a notch or two, but he recovers quickly. He seems to be one of those people who’re just naturally irrepressible. Bree hopes his armour’s not Worbla; it won’t do him much good if he gets into it with that troll, and she has an overwhelming feeling that he’s going to. “I have travelled far, and I am in need of sustenance!”

“Yeah, hi, welcome to McDonald’s,” the server behind the counter says, poking her head around from the kitchen. The enormous tusks jutting up from her lower lip seem to be giving her some trouble, but she valiantly tries to sound impossibly bored anyway. “What can I getchu?”

“A flagon of wine and your finest sausage, please!” the human dude pronounces.

Rafe nudges Bree with his elbow and mutters, “Is this guy for real?” Bree shrugs, and Rafe sighs. “Buddy, read the fuckin’ room.”

“Yeah, we don’t got wine,” the customer service orc drones, not looking up from the register. “Pepsi okay?”

The human dude looks, for the first time, like he’s a little out of his depth. Finally, he takes a tentative step forward. “May I sample this…Pepsi?”

The customer service orc looks him up and down.

“Tell you what,” she says, finally, clearly taking pity on him. “I’ll ring you up for a fountain drink, you give it a try, if you hate it you can get water instead.”

“That sounds amenable!” the human dude booms, perking right back up again. Bree honestly can’t believe his energy.

“Wow, when you commit to the bit, you really commit, don’tcha?” the customer service orc says, with a glance over at Bree and Rafe. Bree recognizes the please-tell-me-you’re-seeing-this-too look instantly. Rafe just shrugs, and the human dude only frowns like he’s confused, so the orc shakes her head and turns back to the register. “And we don’t have hot dogs. You wanna build a burger, or…”

The human dude suddenly looks so lost and utterly forlorn that Bree can’t handle it. “Man, just get a Big Mac,” she says. When the guy looks even more confused, she says, “It’s…fried ground beef on a bun. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Maybe she’s just playing right into his stupid bit, but this conversation is agonizing and if she doesn’t get her chicken nuggets in the next thirty seconds, cannibalism is seriously going on the table.

Although, does it still count as cannibalism if you’re no longer the same species? How do they define cannibalism in fantasy worlds with lots of sapient races, anyway? If it can say, “Don’t eat me!”, you shouldn’t eat it? Does that apply to parrots? What would a parrot even taste like? Would parrot nuggets taste good? Right now, Bree is just about ready and willing to find out.

“Big Mac it is,” the orc sighs, tapping the little touchscreen on the register. Bree hears a crack, and the orc slams her forehead down on the counter with a sudden and unexpected bang that makes Bree jump. “Oh god damn it! That’s the third till today!”

“I’ll pay for any damages,” the human dude says, a little too quickly, like he’s used to having to offer to pay for damages. Bree catches herself wondering what his deal is, and slams down on that like a ton of bricks. She wants no part of this circus and nothing to do with its clown.

The guy reaches down to his belt, unclips a beautifully-tooled little leather pouch, and opens it up to reveal a clattering handful of bright gold coins. “Do you accept draneiri, or…?”

The customer service orc looks from the human dude’s bag of literal gold, to the busted screen of the register, back to the human dude’s bag of literal gold. Then she buries her face in her hands and leans her elbows against the counter and just stands there like that for what feels like a very long time.

When she finally surfaces, the first thing she says is, “Are you planning on paying for your meal with that, too?”

The human dude’s smile dips another few notches. “Ye…s?”

The orc’s face goes straight back into her hands.

“Look, I got this guy’s meal,” Bree says, stepping forward. “And the chicken nuggets. I agree that this day has been irredeemably bullshit, but please, before you go into the back and have a well-earned nervous breakdown, please can I just get my dank nugs. And then we will get out of your hair. Pinky swear. Thanks.”

The customer service orc slowly straightens up, running both hands over the hairnet holding back her long, dark ponytail. She looks down (very far down) at Bree, and asks, “Are you two friends or something?”

“I just want my chicken nuggets,” Bree repeats. “Everything that has happened here has been an impediment to getting my chicken nuggets. I only wish to remove said impediments so that I may obtain my chicken nuggets. Do you need a minute? Because I’ll come back there and make them myself, if you want. I’m not heartless, I am just very, very hungry.”

Both the orc and the human dude stare at her. Bree’s pretty sure Rafe is also giving her a Look. None of them seem particularly impressed, or like they intend to do anything about feeding Bree anytime soon.

She pulls out her credit card, and gives it a little wave through the air, before setting it down on the counter.

“Please,” she repeats, and adds, “Thank you,” as an afterthought.

“Thank you,” the human dude says, very seriously, meeting Bree’s eyes and resting a hand on her shoulder. Bree edges backwards. “For your kindness and selfless assistance, you have earned my gratitude, and the eternal friendship of Valentine Cross.”

Bree points at him, opens her mouth, looks over at Rafe, finds no help from that quarter, shuts her mouth, looks back to the human dude, who still hasn’t taken his eyes off her face. “Valentine Cross? Is – is that – you?”

The human dude – Valentine Cross? Really? Like, really? – stares at her. “Yes?” he says, like it should be obvious.

The orc takes Bree’s card and swipes it without a word.

…

“You totally got grifted,” Rafe says, as they leave the McDonald’s, Bree’s arms full with the big warm brown paper bag full of chicken nuggets. She’s already eaten her way through ten of them. Should’ve ordered sixty.

“Read my lips, Rafe, I don’t fucking care,” Bree says, and shoves another nugget into her mouth. She looks left, then right, for cars or the troll, swallows the masticated chicken lump, and adds, “It cost me five extra bucks to get my damn nuggets in my facehole. And that guy got fed. If that’s a grift, that’s a pretty sad grift.”

Rafe glances up the street, along the trail of destruction the troll’s left in its wake. It seems to have settled in at the next intersection, and is gleefully bashing in a billboard advertising a new smartphone. It’s kind of weird, now, to see so many huge images of human people overhead shilling for various products, and then look down and see…people who really don’t look like that anymore everywhere. There’s probably some kind of metaphor in that, but Bree has a sneaking suspicion that it might be kinda racist, so she leaves the thought where it lies, half-formed.

“Oh, no,” she sighs, and Rafe turns to look, just as Totally-A-Normal-Human-Pinky-Swear Valentine Cross’ shiny dragon-sword catches the light as he raises it to strike the troll. “I can’t watch this. It’s gonna be like those YouTube videos of cute fluffy stuffed toys being put in a pressure vise.”

“How did he get over there so fast?” Rafe muses aloud. “Big guy like that, he’s pretty light on his feet.” He narrows his eyes, thoughtfully. “Gotta be pretty agile…”

“Can you please thirst over someone normal for once.”

“Sweetheart, look around you. This is as close as I am ever going to get to someone normal, ever again. You should just be grateful I’m not ogling the troll.”

Bree looks sharply over at Rafe. “Are you ogling the troll?”

Rafe sighs. “Ah, ye of little faith. No, peanut. I am not ogling the troll. Come on, though, let’s get back before it turns your new best friend for life into a sticky red smear on the pavement.”

But it doesn’t. Bree looks back, just once, over her shoulder, because morbid curiousity gets the best of her and also hope springs eternal. The troll does not seem to have smashed would-be hero Valentine Cross into a million tiny pieces yet, though would-be hero Valentine Cross appears to be getting a run for his money. They go back and forth and back and forth until Valentine’s sword chops the stop sign in half. Then it turns into a wrestling match, and then Bree and Rafe turn the corner and Bree can’t see any more.

She kind of vaguely hopes Valentine doesn’t die. Not only would that suck, but it’d be a waste of her five bucks. And a good eternal gratitude. Those aren’t easy to come by these days.

…

The Haus is one of those businesses that could afford – in every sense of the word – to take a few days and let its employees adjust to their new physical realities before coming back to work. So, of course, it doesn’t. Oh, Marina Ergo herself goes into seclusion and doesn’t reappear, but Karl makes it abundantly clear by email that she fully expects everybody else to come to work and create fabulous sartorial creations she can slap her name on.

Sometimes, Bree really hates her job.

She hates it even more when she walks in and discovers that now, instead of a foot taller than she is and twenty pounds lighter, they’re all two feet taller than she is and fifty pounds lighter. Oh, and sporting ethereally beautiful features and pointy ears.

She damn near turns right back around and walks out. None of her clothes fit anymore, everything’s too tall for her to reach, she thought her colleagues made her feel insecure before, and also Karl is here. All she’s doing anyway is the graphic design for the fall/winter lookbook, and that she could have worked on from home. There is literally no good reason for her to be here right now.

Then Lesley catches Bree’s eye from across the room, shooting her a relieved smile and a wave. Bree sighs, squares her shoulders, and forces herself to walk the gauntlet over to Lesley’s drafting table.

“Bree! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re here,” Lesley sighs, and then does a double-take. “Is that your bathrobe?”

“It is in fact a kimono,” Bree grumbles. Okay, so it is a bathrobe. But the fabric is a really pretty embroidered satin, and it was cropped before, which means it isn’t dragging on the ground as she walks. And it wraps at the waist. Bree wasn’t exaggerating when she said none of her clothes fit.

It’s not even exactly like she’s just gained weight. More like what there already was of her kind of got…squashed. All her proportions are different. And she’d looked wistfully at her shoe rack before heading out, but there appears to be nothing to be done about the feet.

Lesley grimaces in sympathy. “Ugh. Yeah. All my skirts are too short now. And my pants are all crop pants.”

“You’re making it work though,” Bree says, trying not to let the green leak into her eyes as she takes in Lesley’s tight cropped jeggings, floral-print stilettos, and white peasant blouse.

“Nothing compliments a complexion that’s grey,” Lesley complains, flicking a lock of spider-silk hair with a mournful look. “I don’t know if I’m even gonna be able to get a new foundation, unless I go to a costume shop, and my colour’s so uneven. And my hair’s gone so fine, it won’t even hold a curl.”

She lowers her voice, looking around before trying to crouch down to Bree’s new height without being obvious about it, which produces a kind of gymnastics that Bree watches with silent amusement. “And Karl’s having a field day. He’s being an even bigger douche than usual -”

“So that’s why you’re glad to see me? I make a more obvious target?” Bree grins, to show she means it as a joke, but Lesley still looks hurt. “Chill, Les, I know you’re too nice to let the thought cross your mind. What’re you working on?”

“I wish you wouldn’t put yourself down,” Lesley says, as Bree turns her attention to the cutting table to avoid meeting Lesley’s eyes. “But I really wish you wouldn’t cast me as the villain to do it. I think we’re friends. I hope you do too.”

Bree doesn’t have anything to say to that.

…

Karl is, as Lesley said, being an even bigger douche than usual. By the time lunchtime rolls around, Bree is in desperate need of a break.

“Let’s go get food,” she suggests to Lesley, who lets out a long, heartfelt sigh.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she says, grabbing her bag from the hanger by her drafting table. “What d’you want?”

Bree considers.

“I don’t really care what it is, so long as there’s lots of it,” she says, finally. “You got a preference?”

“I dunno,” Lesley says, a thoughtful frown creasing her perfect brow. “I’m kind of really feelin’ mushrooms.”

“Oooh,” Bree says, visions of garlic butter already dancing in her head. “Yes.”

“How about that – one vegan place?” Lesley suggests, and Bree makes a face.

“Yeah, but the next bus isn’t for fifteen minutes. Are you sure we’ll have time?”

Lesley flashes a brilliant, sharp-toothed grin. “No, it’s okay. We can take the train.”

“What, really?”

“Yeah, that’s how I got here this morning.” The wattage of Lesley’s grin cranks up a few kilojoules. Or is Bree thinking of amperage? Lesley’s smile gets brighter, anyway. “No more claustrophobia! Actually, the dark underground tunnels were kind of nice.”

“Okay,” Bree says. “We take the train.”

…

“Okay, this is kinda nice,” Bree admits, looking out at the lights flickering past through the otherwise absolute blackness of the tunnel. “Very chill. Little bit cozy, even.”

“Right?” Lesley says. “Like, I think this is how I’m going to get around the city from now on. And it’s so convenient. I’ve been missing out.”

She starts to say something else, but she’s interrupted when a jarring thump shakes the train car. The lights flicker, the car jolting forward and nearly throwing both Bree and Lesley to the ground.

“What the -” Bree starts, and the car jerks to a lurching halt, all the lights going out and plunging the entire car into darkness.

There’s a general rustle and mutter around the car, people shifting in their seats and collecting things that had been thrown around when the car had decided to become a mechanical bucking bronco. They stand – or, in Bree’s case, sit because they can’t reach the hang-straps anymore – in the dark for a handful of heartbeats, before the dim red glow of the emergency lighting kicks in.

“What the fuck,” Bree grumbles. “Oh, it had better not be another troll -”

Lesley sucks in a sharp breath, her pale, silvery eyes almost seeming to shine in the dim light as she stares over Bree’s head, out the window. Bree follows her gaze. All she can see is – maybe a faint blur of motion out in the dark.

#mary writes #this is. so fucking funny why did I abandon this #oh right it was because I did not have a plot for it at all even a little bit

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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do you know the snarry fic Marriage Stone? i want to read it, but it says "chapters 62/?" !!! do you know if it is completed? i can't bring myself to read anything that is not completed. :'(

whatever help would be great!

Hello! Yes, sadly The Marriage Stone is famously unfinished nearly 16 years after its original posting, and 9ish years after its last update. There are more chapters on ffnet. 77 actual chapters, and 1 author's note from 2016.

The original author, Josephine Darcy, encountered many issues IRL that led to a hiatus, and in that hiatus, others picked up The Marriage Stone to finish themselves. You can find several "continuations" of the fic by different authors on ffnet; I believe I've also happened upon them on AO3, though never sought them out there.

Josephine Darcy was a bit (understandably) dismayed to see so many continuations of the work she loved and had been unable to complete herself. As of now, it is uncertain whether she will ever actually finish it. It's been over 6 years since her author's note. But I am not one to give up hope!

I'd given a few of the continuations a try back in the day, but never quite had the heart to continue on without Josephine Darcy (though I'll admit to skipping to the last chapter of one that was completed!)

Due to the author's mixed feelings about the continuations (she seems to understand why, and harbors no ill-will towards the creators, though she was obviously negatively impacted by them), I cannot myself go read them. But, if you would like the choice for yourself, I will supply you with what links I can.

The Marriage Stone, by Josephine Darcy: original on ffn. 77 chapters + author's note. Nearly 400k words.

Lynne's AU Ending to the Marriage Stone by lynned0101: ffnet. 69 chapters itself; picked up numbering from The Marriage Stone, so between the two there are 146 chapters. Nearly 500k words for the AU alone. For the two together, you're looking at just under 900k words.

My Tribute to Josephine Darcy's The Marriage Stone by Yengirl (plus coauthor/beta Vine Verrine): ffnet. Ongoing, updated as of January 2022. Might be worth keeping an eye on. Features 44 proper chapters plus an author's note from around the time Josephine Darcy came back. They also picked up the numbering from The Marriage Stone and is currently at 122 combined chapters. Word count for this continuation is just under 300k words. Both together would be under 700k words.

The Yengirl continuation also looks to be on AO3 but with much less available there, so if you were to read it, I'd recommend doing so on ffnet.

It is such a great story and very beloved, at that! I've not often seen fanfics create such a ruckus that fans took such a huge project onto themselves to see it through. (Not that it hasn't happened, just not that I've seen, of course.) It's an old story, but one full of adventure and intrigue and fabulous world building. It is also the reason I fell in love with the Draco/Charlie ship! It is also one of two stories that gave me an aversion to beginning WIPs 😂 This and starcrossed's Nights of Gethsemane series, with its unfinished sequel Release of Sisyphus.

I would tentatively say it's still worth reading, even in its incomplete state, but that might be nostalgia talking. Maybe I think it's worth knowing that part of Snarry history. Maybe it is just that good. I'm a nostalgic lady myself, so I make no promises! But there is at least an existing, complete version if you would like to give it a try.

And wherever Josephine Darcy is, and whatever she is doing, I hope we can all take a moment to wish her well, and hope that these past few years have been much kinder to her. And I do hope that, one day, she will be able to finish this story she put so much time, effort, and love into. But even if she doesn't, I hope she knows how meaningful and impactful this story has been to so many people. 💛

#asked & answered #the marriage stone

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radioactive-earthshine · 3 months

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20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @fire-fira for this ❤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 25 (there are a hidden 15 in my drafts on my computer that will never ever be posted)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

275,306

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Thus far on Ao3;

DC Comics Tolkien Astro Boy and one stray Cave Story fic

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1.) Sunshine. Falling. 2.) Under Silver Light 3.) A New Upgrade (which surprised me I totally forgot about this ancient ass fic) 4.) Band Aid 5.) Befuddled in Red

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

I usually almost always unless it's a wank ass comment which case it gets deleted. I always love getting replies back from authors so I feel most people like the engagement.

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

The Summer of Light. Slobo was terminally ill, he was dying, and despite all efforts from everyone, despite all our love and impact on the world in general it would never be enough to save him. The Lighthouse was him, btw.

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

Uhhh... Well, (spoilers) Sunshine. Falling. will have the best ending ever. But shhh. We gotta get there first. Otherwise... I think almost all my little fics have nice happy endings - particularly Funfetti Cake and Befuddled in Red.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Lol... There's this one reviewer who is totally obsessed with Sunshine. Falling. and with each chapter I upload they almost always have something nasty to say about it being Konbart. I delete it of course. And there was another person who commented on The Summer of Light (it's probably the same person) who just really thinks I should be writing another ship instead.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. I want to write more.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have not written any as of now but I don't mind them. I still feel like a Mass Effect/Star Trek crossover might be fun or a Mass Effect/LOSH fic but I need an idea first. I also might do a self indulgent Jetter Mars meets Atom fic but we'll see.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I know, NO.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES. Under Silver Light was translated into Russian of which I am immensely proud of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, the closest I have ever come to this is having a friend write a fic BASED ON an rp we had.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I really hate 'favorite' questions because I have like... a collection I sort of juggle around but ATM it is the following;

Konbart Querl/Lyle Jay/Eddie Halbarry Jaime/Khaji da and last but not least my oldest of the oldest otp X/Zero

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have no fic that is in limbo ❤ Sunshine. Falling. is the only WIP I have and it is on the way (after Dark Crisis: Impulse).

16. What’s your writing strengths?

No idea. I think I'm pretty good at describing atmosphere though. Willpower. Spite.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Not caring enough about overall quality I guess and I really DO just "Settle for done" bc I really don't... care.

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

Always the correct choice if it is done correctly and in a way that makes sense. I've read some fics where it's just... peppered in with no real reason and it is jarring. I thought about trying to come up with Interlac words for everyone speaking Interlac but decided on not going that route and instead being sensible and just using italics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Mega Man X baby 😎

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Summer of Light and Wind Shear.

Pssst. Wind Shear is a Jenni fic. Go read it.

Tagging: I aint tagging no one, but please anyone seeing this just say I tagged you if you want to do something.

#tagging games #long posts

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isnt-it-pretty · 6 months

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20 questions for writers

I was tagged by @comfort-questing! Thank you, this was fun.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 55

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

576,498! That's over six years of posting

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for many! Currently I have active WIPs for Genshin Impact, Tamora Pierce, Persona 5, and Demon Slayer. (I also have a couple unposted for Mistborn)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

By Only a Flicker (FMA)

Into Darkness and Howling (Genshin)

Maelstrom (Demon Slayer)

Pray to Blades of Grass (Genshin)

Fingernails the Colour of Rust (Genshin)

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

I try to! Sometimes I miss some but in general I try to. It encourages involvement, which I love. Fandom as a community is really important to me.

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

Hmmm okay so. I'm going to list a few because I can't decide because they're all very specific.

Fragile Things isn't really an angsty ending, per se, but it isn't happy. You know that long term it isn't going to get any better. Xiao is still chronically ill; Collei is still terminally ill. They have each other but that doesn't change the circumstances.

A Dream of a Memory (Genshin Impact) is Hurt No Comfort because it's a prequel so idk if that counts

Still Too Similar (Tamora Pierce) is a modern take on a canon death, which I'm also not sure counts because it's based off canon.

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

It's probably between The Sea That's Painted Black and Pray to Blades of Grass

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! I don't think I ever have but I wouldn't really be bothered if I did. I'd just delete the comment.

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

Once! It was kinda angsty, kinda sweet. I write smut like a wealthy Edwardian woman who would die if somebody so much as said an annotomically correct word.

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

No I haven't but I've seen some great ones.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Sort of? There is a person who was inspired by my work and wrote theirs without credit (which is whatever, it's all fic) but they paraphrase plagarized my first chapter, which was devistated. It made me stop writing for a couple weeks because it just killed my desire.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! Several into Russian, and then a couple other languages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

None currently posted but I did with @currentlylurking when we were younger! And I've helped my friends as a sounding board for fics for years. I just don't have time to co-write, sadly.

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

I don't really have an all time favourite. Currently I write a lot of cynonari/tighcyno from Genshin Impact, which I love, but I think my oldest ships are Alex/Thom and Numair/Thom from Tamora Pierce? So that might count more.

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

*Sigh* at this point? Probably Into Darkness and Howling. I love the fic and the concept, but the general discourse around the character ruined any writing of him for me. Everybody gets so mad about characterization and localization that even if the fic never got any complaints I'm just not comfortable attempting. Also the popularity of it really scary even if the character wasn't contentious. There's too many expectations of it now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

My ideas are amazing. I come up with great canon divergent AUs.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes it feels like everything lol. Spelling is definitely my worst, you just can't tell since I use a beta reader and spellcheck. Characterization and making my characters unique in thoughts and dialogue can also be a struggle.

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

I haven't done it but I like it when it's done well! I think you have to intersperse it with the original languague of the fic and make sure it contextually makes sense without needing a translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Tamora Pierce in an old notebook but officially my first works were Soul Eater. (They were really really bad)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I like a lot of them but Fragile Things is held close to my heart.

I'm tagging @faelynny @currentlylurking @marcellebelle @lavenders-writing @clementinecoastline no pressure to do it though!

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iscahmckrae · 2 years

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WIP about Jess and Doula that I may or may not finish. @milothirst recently posted a similar scenario, and this story has been collecting dust since 2018, so I thought I might as well share.

trigger warnings: mentions of suicide attempts and mental illness.

Spilling the Beans

“She ate poison beans.”

“Poison beans?”

“I know it sounds fake and like I’m making it up from Jack in the Beanstalk, but it’s true. The doctors figured out it was poison something, and they finally got her to admit it was beans.”

“Poison beans…”

“I guess she figured poison we wouldn’t know about and wouldn’t be able to figure it out until it was too late, since we took the bar out of her closet.”

“What are you talking about, Liz?”

“Shoot! I wasn’t going to tell you about that.”

"About what?”

“It’s not important now, forget I said anything.”

“Liz,” he growled. “Why did you take the bar out of her closet?”

"Don’t freak out.”

"Please tell me I don’t have to not freak out about what I’m starting to imagine I should completely freak out about!”

“It didn’t work, and I didn’t want to worry you!”

“What didn’t work?”

“God--I knew if you found out I didn’t tell you, you were gonna be mad at me.”

“Liz…” Jess intoned through gritted teeth.

“Don’t be mad.”

Jess let out a heated sigh away from the phone and tried silence.

“It broke.”

“The bar in her closet.”

“It couldn’t take her weight.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“I thought it was a one-off. A teenage drama thing.”

"I swear…”

"She likes science and stuff like April, and I thought that was a good thing. I didn’t think she was trying to kill herself. I mean, with beans! Who would have thought she’d be up to something dangerous when it was just beans?”

“Science and stuff…”

“She said she needed them for a science experiment and not to touch them or cook with them.”

“Yeah, that’d be kind of a bad idea if they’re poison.”

“Exactly! But, I didn’t know about that.”

“Right.”

“I just thought they were beans!”

“Which they were.”

“She’s smart like you, but screwed up like me!”

“Not a good combination.”

"You think I don’t know that?”

When he entered the hospital room, Doula was sitting up in bed; and she looked downright chipper, despite the reason she was in said hospital bed, despite her pallor, and in spite of the fact that not a single friend or family member was there at the hospital at the present moment. Well...now there was...one. But, before. Nobody. Then again, realizing that they shared dna, perhaps the reason she was looking more chipper than not was that there wasn’t a single friend or family member there at the hospital. Considering the way her expression fell a few notches when she saw him walking in.

“Mom was not supposed to tell you about this. Mom was not supposed to tell anyone about this. Although I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

"Yeah, Liz never could keep her trap shut,” Jess acknowledged with a grim smile and a quick raise of the eyebrows.

Neither spoke for the space of several seconds. Watching her body language for signs that doing so would be unwelcome or cause discomfort, Jess sat at the end of his sister’s bed.

"So, which was worse?” He leaned forward and spoke lowly, almost conspiratorily.

“Which?” Doula frowned, questioning his meaning, which was clearly expected.

“Yeah, which...having the pole give out and whatever happened with that, or the whole stomach getting flushed out thing?”

“Ugh…” Her head turned to the side involuntarily, and her face greyed at the reminder.

“So...door number two, huh?”

She shrugged. “Both were bad.” Her lips tightened and he waited because he could tell she had more to say. “The worst part of the hanging thing was Mom and Dad.”

Jess tried to keep his expression neutral, but at the word hanging he had difficulty.

"Mom’s face just...I couldn’t… And Dad immediately started scream-crying at me. It was awful.”

Jess nodded, trying not to imagine, frankly. Couldn’t help it, but…

"I thought if I just got sick from something I ate, they wouldn’t have to know.” Her eyebrows raised, and she looked down at the thin, white blanket bunched around her waist. The hospital noises seemed loud for a few moments.

Jess lamely attempted a smile. “Yeah, but Liz never would’ve cooked again...which would maybe be a good thing.”

She almost laughed. Her eyes crinkled, anyway. And her lips twisted upward for a second.

After a decent interval, Jess broached it. He placed the question softly but directly. “Can I ask why?”

She looked straight ahead--straight through him. “I don’t like it here.”

“Here...like Stars Hollow here?” he asked, even if the hospital was in the next town over. That wasn’t where she’d been when she made this decision.

“This planet.”

Jess nodded slowly. “What’s wrong with it?”

She shrugged one shoulder...looked at the floor over by the doorway to the bathroom.

Jess spoke around the lump in his throat, which came out as kind of a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” The faraway look was gone and she looked at him again, puzzled and almost amused.

“There’s no way I shouldn’t have known this was going on with you.”

She pssshed a laugh and waved his words away with her hand.

“No, I mean it. You’re my sister, and I should know what is happening in your life, and I don’t.” His eyes pierced in their apology.

"Stop it. Nobody knew about this. Not anyone in the world.” She shrugged and scowled dismissively. “Not even Mom and Dad knew anything. I made them believe it was the music I was listening to before that got me all depressed and gave me the idea of how to do it. They threw away a bunch of my CDs but they thought I was fine after that. You think you know me better than they do?”

“No, and that’s the point. I should.” Jess spoke the words emphatically. “I’m not gullible like TJ and Liz. I’m not gonna buy your crap; and I am gonna actually listen to the things you say and pay attention to the things you do, and know when there’s something wrong, when there’s something going on with you...or at least I would if I wasn’t going out for the worst-brother-of-the-decade award, and actually talked to you once in awhile, came to see you, had you come visit us--"

"Why do you think my depression is your fault?” Doula cut in with such a change in tone that it drew Jess up short. He puffed a deep, short breath and scraped his lower lip across his teeth, slowly.

“I didn’t say that it was--”

She broke in again as if she’d never paused to let him answer, “...like it’s something you can fix--it’s not something you can fix.”

He looked her dead in the eye and sighed through his nostrils. A pause, and a shift in the eyes. Just a half a centimeter or so.

"You’re as bad as Uncle Luke,” she chided, half frustrated, but mostly deadpan.

“Nobody’s as bad as Uncle Luke.”

“That’s what you think.”

Jess looked out the window. He remembered a time when he wasn’t much older than Doula that he tore into Luke for his fixing.

Doula looked at him intently, her eyes squinting, “You know it’s not like I walk around sad and moping all the time. It’s not written all over me. In general, I tend to be happy all the time. I just happen to also be suicidal.”

Jess turned back toward her, a tiredness in his eyes. “Huh.” He shifted on the bed to get out of the way of the IV tube he realized he was partially sitting on. “You call that happy, hm?”

“YES! I DO!” She yelled, a sparkling, though somewhat maniacal smile spread across her face to emphasize her point. “I’m happy right, now, though I’m sure you won’t believe it!”

A singular expression stole into Jess’ eyes and played with his lips as he looked at her. “Well, then I really do need to get to know you better!” They obviously did have matching Danes blood running through both their veins, as both would be damned if they conceded their point.

"Fine! GET to know me! I’d like that just fine--but don’t be surprised when you get the phone call that I tried again, and this time it worked.”

He knew she wanted him to be stunned into walking away. He knew that one from the inside. Instead he just looked at her.

“At this point, that wouldn’t surprise me at all. It would hurt like mad, but it wouldn’t surprise me.” He took a breath and then pulled something out of his pocket. “So, I guess I’d better make the most of whatever time we’ve got.” He pulled the lap tray over between them and opened the deck of cards he held. “Golf or Speed?”

Doula blinked at him for a second. “There’s a card game of golf?”

He raise his eyebrows while looking down at the cards he shuffled, lips bitten together, bobbing a nod at her question.

"Not much skill involved in Speed. Show me Golf.”

Jess nodded again, starting to flip the cards back and forth between them.

“So...beans,” Jess quirked an eyebrow at her while shuffling.

Doula’s eyes widened with a swirling sort of nod that seemed to be the rough equivalent of a yeah, so? eye roll.

"Where’d you come up with that?” Both eyebrows that time.

Doula paused in picking up the cards he dealt her. “You know, there’s a very useful web application, goes by the number-inspired moniker of Google, lots of useful information. You should look into it.”

Jess nodded with his tongue lightly in cheek. “What--it didn’t mention all the fun vomiting and seizures?”

“I figured I’d live through it, or rather…” she tipped him a look for a measured beat.

"Lemme guess, you figured the ride to the hospital would be just long enough.” There was only a little bitterness to his voice as he said it.

“Who knew they’d call an ambulance?”

“You got a point there. I’d have figured they’d be debating how bad it was for awhile, arguing about taking you to the ER vs. scheduling a doctor’s visit, and then only getting you into the car when things got really bad.” Jess arranged his cards in the two rows that the game required as he talked.

"Oh, they were debating all of that...while I puked my guts all over the floor. When the convulsing started, I think that’s where the panic-induced 9-1-1 dialing came into play.”

“Logical.”

Liz and TJ appeared in the doorway. “You came!”

"I said I was on my way.” Jess stood in nonverbal, non demonstrative greeting.

“I know, I know--I told Luke so he would go home and sleep--but, you’re here!” Liz grinned, stepping forward and enveloping him in a hug.

Jess forced a closed-lipped smile, followed momentarily by a raise of the eyebrows and a kind of shoulder pat in return for the hug. “So…”

“We were just down in the cafeteria,” Liz told him, nodding in an explanatory fashion.

“I needed vanilla pudding so my head wouldn’t explode,” TJ added.

Jess nodded with eyebrows drawn.

“He gets these really crazy low-blood sugar attacks,” Liz added sagely, forehead creased.

"I get so I can’t see straight and I go all woobly like my skull is gonna split in two.” He gestured in completely unhelpful illustration.

Because it was TJ, Jess didn’t bother to ask how woobliness related to splitting skulls. It was better just to go with it.

“And, since we were there, we did the dinner thing. Did you eat anything on the way?” Liz asked with sporadically characteristic concern.

"Oh, I’m good.” Jess answered, squelching slightly unreasonable annoyance that his needs were consulted when they had yet to even look in Doula’s direction since stepping into the room. “Just…” eyebrows raised, “kickin’ it with Doula.” The tilt of his head indicated their card game.

The utterance of her name seemed to be all that was needed to set TJ off. His eyes welled with tears and a squeaking noise accompanied biting his own fist and turning to face the wall.

"He’s having a really hard time with this,” Liz explained.

"Clearly.”

TJ talked squeakily, still with his back to the present company. “One minute she’s all sciency and the next she’s twitching on the floor and needing an ambulance!”

“It didn’t happen that fast,” he heard Doula mutter.

"The doctor says the seizures will probably continue. No way of knowing for how long. And there could be permanent damage.” It was strange how collected Liz became in the face of TJ’s disintegration.

Jess had done skimming research and realized this was likely the case. Didn’t make hearing it exactly easier. His head raised and lowered in a slow rhythm.

“Seizures!” TJ reiterated tearfully.

Jess took a deep breath and sat back on the bed to keep Doula from feeling too talked-about-without-anyone-remembering-she-was-in-the-room. “Yeah, well...I may be somehow cosmically responsible,” he joked, without sounding in the slightest as if he were joking. “Sisters having seizures seems to be a theme.”

“What?” TJ squeaked.

“Oh, Jimmy’s kid!” Liz comprehended.

"His step-daughter, Lily,” Jess confirmed.

Liz’s eyebrows furrowed. “I remember Luke telling me about that. How is she?”

Jess licked his lips and drew a card from the pile, contemplating it as he spoke, “Oh, she’s...been in remission for a few years now. So...fine, for all intents and purposes.”

“Did she lose her hair?”

Again...they were here for Doula, right? It just didn’t set well. Jess placed the card face up in the discard pile. “It grew back.” He tilted a look at Doula to indicate it was her turn.

“Can I…?” Doula put a finger on his discard. He tipped her a nod and she picked it up, biting her lip before using it to replace one of her own. “Shoot!” She placed the better card reluctantly into the discard pile.

"Thank you,” he smirked softly, retrieving her discard and placing it in front of him.

She stuck out her tongue, and gloated a moment later when her brother realized he’d just thrown away the exact card he needed.

TJ whimpered, Liz gossiped, and the two of them continued to play.

“Why don’t you ever call her ‘mom’?” The question followed prolonged silence, broken only by card flipping. Doula’s voice was softer than it had been before. There was almost none of the wall of apathy in it. This was something she cared about. And that made Jess mentally cringe.

He drew a very quiet, very masked, long breath and swallowed. “Complicated.”

The word came out soft. And it was a word he hated. But, if anything fit…

“Cop out.” Her mouth hardened, the rigid apathy returning, much to his self-pummeling.

His tongue planted itself momentarily into a cavity in one of his molars that he kept intending to get fixed. “She wasn’t…” he bit his lip pensively for half a beat, “a mom to to me, really...when I was a kid.” Deep brown eyes met hazel ones keenly, cautiously. “She had problems,” head nodded forward, “psychological... complicated... problems.”

A caveat, please. One screwed up sibling to another, her problems make ours seem almost nonexistent - multiple suicide attempts notwithstanding.

Her eyes filled up with fear, just below the brim, and holding.

"Pretty well doomed, huh?” A warbling somewhere behind the placid surface.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

He almost put another card down, but wound up just fiddling with the corners of it. Plunging in. “She didn’t think I was her kid.”

Worried, puzzled eyes.

“That’s…” he shook his head, “she didn’t act like it because she didn’t think it was true.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Jess looked back into his sister’s eyes directly. “I said, she had problems.” His expression flattened, his lips a long line. “By the time she started wholeheartedly pretending I was really her son, it was a little too late.”

“Are you saying you were adopted?”

"I’m saying she didn’t remember being my mother. No morning sickness. No labor. No delivery rooms. Luke remembers, but she doesn’t.”

“That’s really weird.”

"Yes, it is.”

Doula flipped a card with glazed-over eyes.

“She’s your mom. Completely,” rubbed one corner of the card where it was getting soft and thick, “She’s only partly mine.” Glance upward.

Returned glance. Shallow.

“Not enough for the word to mean what it should.”

Doula’s eyes skimmed her tray, sliding just next to where the cards were lined up. Her head rose and fell, wobbling like a breeze-stirred rocking chair.

"Okay. I don’t need any more.”

A fear behind the calm; and it reminded him how fragile she could become. He wanted to drop the subject anyway.

He finally discarded the frayed cardboard. “Okay.”

#jess mariano #doula danes #gilmore girls fanfiction #tw: suicide #tw: mental illness #this is an incomplete rough draft #should I flesh it out?#particularly the intro conversation #bare bones dialogue #so long since I looked at this

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whump-captain · 1 year

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I got tagged by @set-phasers-to-whump and omg i had such a blast answering these, thank u (◡‿◡) i'll tag @deepwoundsandfadedscars @thatsgonnaleaveamark (i think it's double tag? soz if so) @whumpapalooza @emcscared-whumps @straight-to-the-pain and anyone who sees it and has more than one WIP going on currently, writing or otherwise

(ill put in a readmore bc it's Long)

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Top 5 works im proud of, in no particular order:

Impaled (Felix Lawrence) - I’m mostly proud of this one because I was worried if I could write it at all! A lot of moving parts in the scene that i was convinced would get away from me, but i managed to keep everything straight and describe it clearly. It was also a struggle to drip-feed bits of necessary lore into this one snippet without grinding the whole thing to a halt and i think i did that pretty well!

Confrontation (Ghost ambulance) - I’m super happy with the prose in this. I think it flows the best out of most of my stuff and there are some sentences that i’m really proud of because they convey a lot of meaning in a very pretty way. I often find it hard to balance clarity and metaphor but i hit the jackpot here. The dialogue is also one of my better ones, i think.

Failed rescue attempt (Kintsugi) - this one takes the prize for dialogue though, I’m incredibly happy with how it turned out. I tried to fit an entire conflict between two characters into a single conversation and introduce them both by way of that conflict - while also keeping them sounding distinct and like real people. I’m also very pleased with myself over the use of the prop in the scene lmao it’s such a small thing but i felt like a film director including it lol

No anesthesia (Ghost ambulance) - im mostly proud of the pacing in this one. it's quite long but it doesn't become repetitive which is something i notice a lot in my writing. both the dialogue and the actual action flow pretty well and there are no awkward transitions or subject changes - plus it might be the longest actual pain description ive ever written lmao but i managed to keep it interesting throughout and have the whump scene actually feel like a Scene.

Whumper POV (Ghost ambulance): I wrote this mostly to challenge myself and i succeeded at the thing that was the challenge! I wanted to try a brand new character voice and also to develop said character - but not to fall into common "whumper tropes". I don't write whumpers often so i was worried i'd end up with a cliche but i managed to find an emotional core for the character and from there it went more smoothly. The biggest point of pride for me is that i fell in love with Brent as a character because of this piece lol and now i want to write more of him

Top 4 current WIPs:

Uhhhh i never ever name anything lmao but:

WIP 1 is some comfort-heavy Elaine whump that shows her mindset before and after meeting her friends and it's just. SO comfort. im excited. i should hurt her more often so she can be taken care of (◡‿◡)

WIP 2 is an introduction to a new ghost ambulance storyline, taking place at a fancy high-society party. I honestly don't have much of it figured out plot-wise lmao that's why it's not going very quickly but it's gonna have high stakes, a race against the clock, gratuitous descriptions of fancy outfits, and a brand new character (with gun)

WIP 3 is a whumptober "poisoned" prompt that i'm planning to finish, because i have some cool monster ideas for it that i can spend a bit more time developing now that i have no time concerns. of course, no time concerns probably means it will take much longer than it needs to lol

WIP 4 is something i started aaaaages ago, it concerns a dislocation, blood draining, and a sentient vampire tree trying to eat people. it's incredibly fun but i got a bit stuck on a description and never finished it so i wanna try and get it out soon (◡‿◡)

(im also going to add the entirety of Kintsugi in here even though i don't think i'm going to post much of it. the characters changed a lot as i developed the story and so did the whole setup so unless i feel like doing an au, im gonna most likely spend time writing the feature-length thing. i am v excited about it though (◡‿◡))

Top 3 writing improvements:

Ehhhhhh this one is really hard bc i have this sinking feeling that my writing has actually gotten worse through this year djdjfhdkd its probably because i write way more than i used to, so a lot of stuff is going to be Just Alright instead of something i consider standout. Also ive started looking at my work more critically so I can consciously improve, but it does mean i notice more of the flaws.

But Improvement 1 is definitely dialogue, im much more comfortable writing it now and i have a decent idea of how and why it might stumble - and through that, how to make it better.

Improvement 2 i'd call figuring out my workflow, which honestly does wonders for Actually Finishing Stuff. I learned to keep my writing momentum, mostly by using [filler words] in [brackets] instead of pausing to do research or look for the perfect word. I come back for those later, after i finish the first draft. Coming back to the first point, i also start a dialogue scene by just writing out the lines, with no prose or descriptions. That helps me keep the conversations on topic and gives them better flow cause i don't forget what the previous line was about while writing a reaction lol

Improvement 3 is a bit of a cheat but i do think it counts that i started reading way more this year. I try to pay attention to what i do and don't like about the books i read and how i can improve based on those insights. It's also very inspiring, do gotta say

Top 2 resolutions:

Hmmmmm number 1 i'd say is to be kinder to my own writing tbh. I have so many goals i want to work towards but above them all hangs a bunch of uncertainty bc i doubt pretty much every choice i make. I keep thinking oh this is too winding, that is too simple, is this how it's Supposed be written and all of that whereas like. It's not Supposed to be anything. It's supposed to be fun and maybe meet my own standards of "quality" but that's it. In the words of a philosopher, It's Not That Deep.

Number 2 is to get my writing out to more people! I'd love to both get more audience here and also to maaaaaaybe perhaps somehow get published - that's a big dream of mine recently (◡‿◡) i reckon i have what it takes to get a short story in a magazine, i just need to be more resilient and send out more stuff

No. 1 favourite line:

Oh man that was the hardest one fhdhdjdldh i'm gonna go with:

"The ground below remains steady and it promises peace if he only lets it swallow him and bind him forever to this single point in space and time."

#tags #tag game #this took ages but it was bc i really wanted to think abt the answers #it was really fun (◡‿◡)#i did it only w/ writing for consistency but tbh it can work for most creative works i think

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cristalknife · 1 year

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On AO3 Collections, Created and Requests

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- Please consider adding a bookmark of my story to your collection instead.

More details and explanations under the cut.

So here’s the thing. Not everyone uses the collections on Ao3 the same way. For some it is like a bookshelf to collect works from various authors and keep their favourite in a specific different place rather than tag and filter through bookmarks. Per se it wouldn’t be such an issue, if it wasn’t for the fact that the owner of a collection can at any time without any warning turn the collection anonymous. What does that mean and why I am not willing to blindly accept invites to collections? What it means is that all the works present in that collection will appear as works written by anonymous and thus those work will no longer be present in the author’s page.

IMPORTANT DETAIL: Those rejections are not personal.

Please understand this, I love stories. I love writing stories. Not all of them come out at the end as well as I might have wanted. Of some of them I am not proud of, some approach subjects in a way I am not completely comfortable with or no longer agree. My penname is still associated with some stories, flawed as they are, that have not been deleted simply because I refuse to re-write history and make it nicer. It is the same reasons why I never moderate the comments on my stories. If someone wants to be disrespectful or hateful, it’s on them, they do not deserve my energies, so I will simply ignore them and move on. Mind you it will still hurt, but it will be a visible and loud scar. I refuse to suffer in silence since there’s no one who will overcheck and moderate comments for me in the optic of protect my feelings. But no matter what, anything I post is something I did spend time on. Even something as simple as a translation is something I poured energies into for it to become available. Being a spoonie, living with chronic illness and mental health issues, had taught me how precious my time and energies are. With me openly keeping even things I’m not that proud under my name, because I am not my past, but I still come from it. I refuse to leave in the hands of another, who I might not even know, the choice to suddenly hide without my consent that I wrote one of my stories, with something as simple as ticking a check box. I won’t apologize for being possessive of my writings. I am already a selfish writer, my wip (work in progress) folder is at least three time the size of the amount of works I’ve posted. My policy of posting solely finished stories means that I post quite less frequently than other authors (and yesh comparing myself to others is already a bad signs) but on the other hand when I post there is the certainty that it is a completely written story. Even if it’s just a chapter 1 of ?. This is the why behind my stance on the Ao3 collection, however, it doesn’t mean that I am not moved or that I do not cherish the support and appreciation those kind of requests usually steam from. So, here’s a niff workaround, which I can assure would make me super happy if you choose to follow through.

If you really liking my works enough that you want them there, on a shelf ready to be grabbed. Or as a way to passively promote those stories and share it with others by simply sharing a collection. Then please consider doing this instead: - create a bookmark of the story you liked - add that bookmark to your collection (you can see how you can add a bookmark to a collection in here) I can guarantee it won’t make that much of a difference with the final result. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. I really appreciate the energies you spent on me.

#ao3 #AO3 collection #only longish post #about writing

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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thanks for the tag!!! i luv talking about myself HAHAH @sturkillerbase

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

I have like 5 fics I could post if i edited them i just havent had time fml but I would call them finished

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

Seven fml HAHAHAH

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

Both! I have a lot of ideas but theres a couple of fics that have been inspired by requests, they usually take a little longer for me to write though bc i have no idea where to take them hahahah

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

I think I have two??

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Marvel and Star wars r what I know best so 2? tons of charatcers in those worlds i feel like its enough

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

I was a massive one direction fan, but I wouldnt call what I posted actual writing HAHHA thank fuck its all deleted now

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

reader inserts mostly, maybe i should expand idk

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

I do have a draft for Javi from Narcos is that counts?

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

omg of course

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

i want them to fuck. but with proper build up HAHHAH

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

hurt/comfort always omfg.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

I have no idea, it literally will come to me at random times when im day dreaming and ill just be like holy shit write this down

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

i cant think of any rn, anything i dont write is usually also things i dont read

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

hmmm maybe more mcu characters???

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

nothing serious before a few months ago

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

omg i literally did nothing else HAHAHA

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

yep just here! i might post on ao3 at some point but so far just here

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?

i feel like my standard for myself is different, but for a drabble anything like 500-700 words, one shot would be over 1k and then fic like anything over 5k??? mine are always longer tho idk i cant shut up

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

one shots i think

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

nope! my only series is on a lil hiatus but only bc i have no idea what to do next hahah

21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?

hmmmm i feel like the whole reblog/like ratio maybe?? i dont write anything for the likes or reblogs, but fics can reach a ton more people who might like it/give feedback if you reblog instead!!! support ur fave writers!!!

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

usually at night/late afternoon

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write or do you need silence?

i legit have tv shows on in the background. my mind can never concentrate unless i have like a thousand things happening at once hhaha

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

nope we wing it out here

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

usually i post right before i go to sleep because thats when i finish, but i dont really keep to a schedule or anything

tagging anyone who wants to do it!!!! tag me in urs i wanna read about all u beautiful ppl <3

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wangxianficrecs · 3 years

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Follower Recs

There are nearly FORTY THOUSAND AO3 stories in the MDZS universe, and I am just a single person with limited time, so.... Here’s a bit of y’all doing my work for me!

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Mojo, I know it'd probably be recced before, but I have to recommend stiltonbasket's Twelve Moons and a Fortnight. It has made me squee of cuteness, hold my breath with suspense, marvel over the worldbuilding and character interactions, and just awed me at how well every original piece of lore and HC ties back to canon. I cried over it, only to cry laughing the next chapter. it kept me going through an entire year of lockdown and is finally coming to an end, and the resolution was magnificent.

*[I’m subscribed to this and keep waiting for Part One to be completed, but instead later parts keep getting posted: is it completed but not marked? I am confused. And eager to read!]*

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight

by stiltonbasket (G, 267k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: "Let me get this straight. You really want me to stand in for you while you help Jin Ling settle in at Koi Tower?"

"Who else do I have?" Jiang Cheng snaps, ears turning scarlet as Jin Ling tries to pretend he isn't listening. "Father trained you to serve as my deputy, didn't he? And don't say you don't remember, or I'll break your legs."

"Well, yes," Wei Wuxian manages. "Uh. I'll just let Lan Zhan know I'll be at Lotus Pier until you're back at home, then."

Or, the one where Wei Wuxian spends the year before his wedding as Yunmeng Jiang's acting sect leader, and the cultivation world's greatest love story finds its happy ending with the help of three juniors, a teenage romance, and one very involved (and exasperated) younger brother.

~*~

May I recommend fielty by milkpunch a sort of AU where lwj in order to save his sect from being destroyed by nine after wen rouhans assasination goes to work as a guard to Jin zixuan where he meets wwx the right hand of Jin guanguao... ~ @pastashouldbeeatenwithafork

Fealty

by milkpunch (E, 84k, wangxian)

Summary: Before, there had been two reigning kingdoms. Both claimed to be blessed by the sun, but with vastly differing views. One, under the name of Wen, was washed red with blood and violence, its soldiers fierce and stoked with a fiery blaze. The other, under the name of Jin, was bathed in golden light and glory, its soldiers proud and heavy with coin and prestige. The two kingdoms went to war for the true honour of having the sun’s blessing, fighting for many long years with many lives lost.

Jin Guangshan, emperor of the Golden Sun Palace, found that the sun favoured him more.

To prevent his kingdom from being crushed, Lan Zhan, second heir to the Lan kingdom, exchanges his freedom for that of servitude to the Jin kingdom. He is appointed as Jin Zixuan's personal guard, but there's more on his plate than just keeping the Jin heir safe. The Golden Sun Palace is not all that it seems, and the dazzling lives of the royals are less perfect than they appear.

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Hey, I was wondering if I could rec a fic to you. My bestie wrote it for the Lunar New Year Wangxian gift exchange and it definitely did not receive the attention it deserves. It's a really fun mermaid/arranged marriage au! ~ @leahlisabeth

More Than This Provincial Wife

by ApprenticedMagician (T, 6k, wangxian)

Summary: The negotiations surrounding the Lan & Jiang alliance through marriage encountered a few snags in the beginning.

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I love your blog! I saw a recent post where you listed some rec's from other people? [Thank you! And yes, I always appreciate and am happy to share your recs!] I just read the WIP A Corpse Called By Name jaemyun and LOVED it! It's a zombie apocolypse AU, where Wei Ying gets bitten by a zombie.... and I don't want to spoil anything from there, but it is amazing! No pressure to put it in your blog, but wanted to send a note just in case. Thanks for all you do!

A Corpse Called By Name

by jaemyun (not rated, 37k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: A continuation of zombie drabble!

She loses her brother in a hoard of the undead.

She finds a corpse wearing his face in a convenience store.

The corpse calls her name.

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Hi! I was wondering if I could rec this short fic that I recently found and really liked! The narrative is an inner monologue and I think it captures lwj really well :)

binding me in spells (till my heart's devoured)

by gaysgaysgays (G, <1k, wangxian)

Summary: His scars are a reminder of his hurt, a reminder that he had healed.

(or a study of lan zhan's scars)

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I found a fic I had recently asked you about, so I thought I'd share it with you: Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (http://archiveofourown.org/works/28522326). I rediscovered it completely by accident after listening to spinifex's excellent podfic adaptation. This is the fic where Lan Qiren despises Wei Wuxian until Wei Wuxian catches a cold and Lan Qiren find out about his golden core. That part is about 3/4 of the way through. The fic is wonderful and shows a rigid but surprisingly introspective Lan Qiren. ~ @clmoryel [Oh! I just read this one yesterday! Here’s my bookmark.]

Seasons of Falling Flowers

by merakily (G, 40k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian, podfic)

Summary: Like a parasite, Wei Wuxian has this way of growing on people when you least expect it.

Over the seasons, Lan Qiren slowly pieces back together his relationship with Wangji and learns to like Wei Wuxian in the process.

(“Will you rejoin your sect?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Lan Qiren regrets his wording.

He is not surprised when Wangji’s eyes narrow, flashing with offence. “There is no need to rejoin what one has never left. I did not turn my back on my sect. My sect turned their backs on me.”)

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Hi! Can I rec a fic? "bring you home" by Alasse_Irena on AO3 is a modern AU and is one of the most beautiful and atmospheric fics I have read. Thanks for you work running this blog! I have new Wangxian fics to read <3

bring you home

by Alasse_Irena (T, 28k, wangxian)

Summary: Wei Ying rents a run-down cottage in a small town by the sea, looking for a quiet place to hide after the war.

Lan Zhan has always dreamed of the ocean. He returns to the town where he was born, and where his parents died, to find out why.

Instead, they find each other.

~*~

Good morning lady mojo, I hope you’re having a good day! I wanted to rec a fic, Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake. It’s 111k and great but barely has any love, which is unfair. You mentioned it in the last ‘in a mood for’ post but I think it should have more of a shoutout because it’s a lot of fun and I liked it a lot. Have a great day ♥️ [Oh! I was subscribed to this one and saw it had been recently finished. It’s def. on my list!]

Breathing Firestorm

by ladyshadowdrake (M, 111k, wangxian)

Summary: After years of a mad quest, Wen Ruohan is finally given proof of a powerful creature living among mortals. He is delighted to find that it truly believes itself to be only a boy named “Wei Wuxian.”

While Wen Ruohan tries to unlock Wei Wuxian’s secret, the sects unite against him. If he can achieve his goal before they arrive, even the combined might of the cultivation world would not be enough to humble him. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji dreams of Wei Wuxian in the Cold Pond Cave, and works tirelessly to rescue him from Wen Ruohan’s clutches. No one is prepared for what awaits the allied sects in Nightless City at the conclusion of the war, and it very well might mean the end of the world as they know it.

~*~

Hi Mojo, firstly thank you for all the hard work you put into running this blog, I’ve found so many fics that I probably would have never come across if it wasn’t for your fic finders posts and your personal review posts. [Aw, thank you!]

I don’t know if you’ve read this fic before or if it’s been mentioned before on your blog (I’ve done a quick search of your blog and couldn’t see it, so if I’ve missed it I apologise!) but if you’ve got a fic rec post coming up, I would suggest “The shapes a bright container can contain” by litbynosun.

It’s a case fic about 16k words long and set after canon. Whilst it’s not the main focus of the story it does delve slightly into chronic illness of wwx (the ailments of mxy’s body) and lwj (his continuous treatment of his scars) which might cover a few requests in the IITMF posts in future.

Thanks again for all the hard work you do! ~ @dulachodladh

the shapes a bright container can contain

by litbynosun

M, 17k, wangxian

Summary: "Lan Zhan, look at this," Wei Wuxian calls. "They don't have organs, but they're all… fuzzy."

He gently strokes the corpse's arm -- it's covered in soft, pigmentless downy hair, like a rabbit. Lan Wangji crouches next to him and nods. "Lanugo," he says. Wei Wuxian raises one eyebrow. "They were malnourished for quite a while before death," Lan Wangji elaborates. Wei Wuxian scans the bodies again. Indeed, they both have sunken cheeks, and their abdomens are empty of both organs and fat padding. “That’s a question,” he says. “Did they starve to death, and have their bodies desecrated after they were already deceased? Or were they murdered, and simply starving at the same time?” "We should stay," Lan Wangji tells him. This is not an answer to his question. It is an offer to search for answers.

Or: Wei Wuxian and his family solve a ghost haunting. Wei Wuxain's old enemy, societal injustice, rears its head again.

#follower rec #wangxian fic rec #I HAVEN'T READ THESE YET #wangxian #mdzs

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hopelesshunny · 3 years

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the love languages part iv: quality time (f.w)

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fred wakes y/n one morning so that he can take her on a secret adventure.

warnings: kissing, mentions of war, mentions of death, mentions of eating/food, mentions of marriage/engagement.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i was so excited to write this part as unlike the previous part of this series, quality time is my personal love language. i'm also quite excited to write the final part of this series as well as finish and post a number of wips so get ready for lots of writing soon!! luv ya'll so much.

*all photos are from pinterest*

series masterlist // part i // part ii // part iii

A quiet groan left Y/N’s mouth as the sun pushed its way through the sheer drapes of hers and Freds shared bedroom. As she began to regain consciousness she could hear the birds chirping outside the window, excited for the morning, she could smell the familiar scent of fresh coffee brewing, but most importantly, she could feel the bed sheets beneath her instead of the comforting rise and fall of her boyfriend's chest. Sighing, she pushed herself out of bed and followed the smell that was escaping from the kitchen, slipper clad feet padding across the wooden floors.

“Mornin’ angel.” Fred smirked, pouring her a cup of coffee and placing it in her eager hands. “Thought I might have to carry you out of bed.”

“What time is it?” She muttered, laying her head against his chest as Fred placed a hand on her back, rubbing small circles.

“It’s 7 in the morning love.” He spoke into her hairline, causing her to pull back from him with a bewildered look.

“It’s Saturday, Freddie.” She exclaimed, still staring at him with a slack mouth.

“I know.” He chuckled, placing a kiss to the side of her head. “I’m taking you somewhere, so drink up.” He said, tapping the coffee cup before pulling himself from her to head back to their bedroom.

She turned to watch him as he sauntered down the hall, a smile forming on her lips at the sight of him. Lucky was an understatement, Y/N often thought that she must have been a saint in her past life and was being blessed in this lifetime with Fred Weasley. From the moment she saw him in first year, her in a uniform that seemed much too big for her body and he with flushed cheeks and a bright smile, she swore to herself that he was the man she was going to marry. In her second year when she watched him and George prank the Slytherins relentlessly and laugh loudly at their stunned faces, she remembered thinking that his laugh was like medicine, it could surely cure any illness. During third year she often found herself staring at Fred constantly from across the Great Hall, hoping that he would return the glance. Then came fourth year when she finally caught his eye, so much so that as he and George ran down the hall, attempting to escape some self-inflicted trouble, he almost ran directly into a wall due to his staring.

Since that moment that had been inseparable - it had begun as Fred’s adolescent attempt to flirt with her but grew into the most beautiful friendship she ever had, when she couldn’t get the hint that he was interested in being more than that. Which is why his invitation to the Yule Ball shocked her in sixth year and his early departure from Hogwarts destroyed her in seventh year. Looking back now all of that seemed silly, from that first glance she caught of Fred she knew that they would find their way together somehow and after the war when she finally had the nerve to walk back into the shop to see if he made it out alive that’s exactly what happened.

The heavy door to the shop creaked as she pulled it open, her heart had plummeted to her stomach as soon as she saw the building from down the street. She was scared, terrified that the ghastly war had taken Fred as its own, so scared that she had pushed off confronting the possibility of it until now.

“Hello?” She called into the empty space. “Freddie? George?” Please be alive, please be alive, is all her brain could muster up to think.

“Y/N?” A voice called from the back. “Y/N!” George shouted as he came into view, running towards her to smother her in a hug.

“Hi.” She spoke softly into his chest, still fearing the fate of his twin. “Fred?” She asked quietly when she pulled back from the hug, concern and worry lacing her features. But the raging storm of guilt and terror within her was calmed when George flashed her a genuine smile and turned to call towards the back room.

“Fred! It’s Y/N, she’s alive.” With that Fred came bustling out from the far end of the shop, his eyes bloodshot, hair messy but that golden smile still plastered on his face. When she saw him tears that she had been holding back for days came flooding down her face as he picked her up, wrapping his arms impossibly tight around her body. George chuckled to himself before making his way up the stairs leaving two lovers that were too stubborn to realize they were lovers to finally become lovers.

“You scared me Y/N.” Fred whispered into her neck. “I thought I’d lost you.” She let out a choked sob before pulling back to look at him.

“There was so much happening, I couldn’t find you.” She said. “And then once it was all over I was worried th-that something had happened and that you w-were.” She trailed off, trying to find the words that made the most sense to her in this very moment but before she could, he was softly shushing her, planting her feet on the ground and placing a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“No need for any of that. I’m here, you’re here, we’re okay.” He spoke, her face in his hands. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell you that I’m in love with you Y/N.” He chuckled, earning a giggle from her.

“Fred Weasley, I am way ahead of you on that one.” She retorted, leaning up to capture his lips with hers.

“Okay Weasley, where are we going.” She said, emerging from their bedroom to find Fred on the couch, his head resting back on his neck before snapping it forward at the sound of her voice.

“You know.” He started, getting up from the couch to move toward her, placing his hands on her waist. “I see you every single day and it still feels like that first time I almost snogged the wall trying to catch a glimpse of you.”

“Always a charmer, you were.” She giggled before he reached down to grab her hand, pulling her out the door and down the street. He swung her hand in his as he pointed out abstractly shaped clouds saying they looked like her hair in the morning or her butt when she leaned over to pick something up.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” She spoke.

“We’re going right here.” He said, pulling her into an ice cream shop. “Well, we’re starting right here.”

“Starting?” She questioned. “What do you have up your sleeve, Freddie?” He chuckled at her inquisitive state as she never really trusted Fred when it came to surprises because it typically ended in her hair being dyed a garish colour or something seemingly delicious tasting absolutely horrendous. But this surprise was good, he reassured her with a soothing hand on her back.

With ice cream cones finished and Y/N’s mind still wandering, the pair was now standing in a lush garden in the countryside, wisteria trees blowing gently in the summer breeze as Fred clasped his hands over her eyes. When he finally pulled them back to reveal the gorgeous sight in front of her all she could manage was a gasp, taken back by the pure beauty of the garden, so much so that she hardly saw the picnic blanket he must have set up ahead of time.

“It’s beautiful Freddie.” She whispered, her hand pressed against her chest in amazement.

“Just like you.” He said, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “Hermione actually told me about this place after she leant you that book about trees.” He chuckled, recalling the memory of his girlfriend passionately telling him about a different tree somewhere in the world every morning.

With that he ran and landed on the blanket with a thud outstretching his arms as giggles bubbled from her mouth. She gladly accepted his offer however, laying on the blanket with him, her back against his side as she gazed up at the bright blue sky, through a veil of wisteria, her hands finding his to gently run her fingers along his knuckles. From their position on the ground Fred had the perfect view of Y/N’s face, the face he had memorized so many years ago, the face that lit up the first time he had ever spoken to her and everyday since then.

He and George sprinted down the hall, Filch hot on their heels as boisterous laughter filled the air, adrenaline running through both their veins like hot lava, setting their bodies on fire. Then he saw her, coming around the corner, books clutched tightly to her chest as her eyes wandered out the window, but his remained solely on her. A little too much it seemed because when he finally forced his line of sight away from her, he found himself face to face with a wall, just inches away from having his face planted flat against it. He brought up on his heels before ducking away into a closet, George after running far ahead of him.

He cracked the closet door open just enough so that he could steal a look at her, he watched as she giggled and shook her head and then made her way down the hall. Was she laughing at him? Was she laughing at him because she thought he was funny? Or because she thought he was a fool? He thought about this for a moment before finally deciding that he could make either one of them work. Once the coast was clear and he was sure he was no longer being chased, Fred practically fell out of the closet and began sprinting down the hall again but this time in the opposite direction, in the direction of her. When he finally caught up to her, he layed a gentle hand on her shoulder causing her to turn towards him before he doubled over out of breath.

“Just give me, give me one second.” He said, holding his hand up to signal for her to wait. She chuckled at him as he then decided to take a seat on the ground still attempting to pump air into his lungs. Y/N sat on the floor of the hallway with him, pulling her knees up to her chest as he looked at her in surprise. “I’m Fred Weasley.”

“I know.” She said before giving him a shocked look, angry at her mouth for betraying her. “I mean, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I think we’re going to be great friends.” He replied, while she flashed him a smile that could light up the entire castle on the darkest of nights.

Great friends they were, if you consider great friends, people who can’t sleep without each other, kiss each other good morning and good night and just about a thousand times in between everyday, they were the best of friends, if best friends were in love with one another. Fred couldn’t imagine his life without Y/N in it, couldn’t bring himself to imagine being with someone else, she was all he ever wanted, all he’d ever need.

“Is that a squirrel over there?” Fred questioned. “Climbing up that tree?” He pointed to a tree in the distance, causing Y/N to sit up straight, shielding the sun from her eyes with her hand as she squinted in an attempt to see what Fred was on about.

“I don’t see a squirrel.” She scoffed. “You must be seeing things Fre-.” She started, turning around to see Fred kneeling on one knee in front of her, a silver ring propped up in a velvet box grasped in his hands as his eyes searched hers. Shock ran deep on her face and a rush of nerves took over Fred as he couldn’t quite read her reaction.

“Y/N, from the moment I met you I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve thought about asking you to marry me almost everyday since fourth year and hell if I had a ring back then I would’ve done it. But I have one now so I’m asking-.” Fred began, still tentatively studying her face.

“Yes!” She cut him off, launching herself into his arms. “Yes, I’ll marry you any day and I would’ve married you when we were fifteen if you asked.” She peppered his face with kisses as he laughed loudly, slipping the ring onto her finger. Tears pricked her eyes as she pulled back to look at the new addition to her hand but her eyebrows knitted themselves together at the collection of numbers engraved in small font on the underside of the band.

“Numbers?” She questioned, shooting him a quizzical look as he chuckled.

“Coordinates.” He responded. “To the exact wall I almost hit the first time I saw you.”

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