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sam winchester + suicidal ideation
supernatural (2005-2020) cr. eric kripke / the sparrow, mary doria russell
↳ inspired by a conversation with @steppesliver
#supernatural#spn#spnedit#sam winchester#samwinchesteredit#the sparrow#mary doria russell#jared padalecki#mine#mww#spnww#tsww#comparative#comparatives#web weave#web weaves#web weaving#web weavings
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fyi they changed clovers hair again. thoughts?
new vs. OG. via u/Psychological-Arm233 on reddit.
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Chapter 2
Added a small bit of romance
NOTE: Leon is not based on anyone, just experimented with some romance in here for fun
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So, besides a huge hatred for my school, I have another very fun fact about myself. Two months into the new… oldish school and I’ve gotten assigned into a new co-curricular activity. Great. Lovely. Absolutely splendid. What was it? Doesn’t matter.
I just wasn’t in the same one as Luna. We had gotten close, quickly. In the first few weeks, I was just so convinced that we were the only two within the few thousand people in this school that saw the awful flaws with the whole building, but apparently not. It turns out, we weren’t going insane. I was currently associating myself with everyone who could see the problems, and the group was huge. Well, not really. A total of 12 in the class, then. It was 6 times as much as I expected. So that was an upside here.
The only weird thing here was, the teachers were completely oblivious to the entire thing happening. How could we tell them that we were all suffering and tortured just by the building itself.
Go up to them, saying, “Hey the school looks atrocious and we are all dying inside from it”? Hell nah. Detention, immediately. And it’s not like I wanted another reason to stay in this damned place.
You know, my co-curricular activity wasn’t all that bad. Let’s call it CCA, hm?
I… can’t say I like the stuff we do in my CCA, but the people were chill, even my seniors were cool, so it was a 50/50.
The place was plain awful. Need I say more? Just take me to the worst school where the cafeteria food was shit and I would be more than grateful.
Unfortunately, I had my… CCA today, which always ended at 6:30, which was around sundown. Shadows everywhere, it was very creepy. It made me uneasy to walk down the hallways where almost no light shed, and the lightbulbs here flickered and only gave off a soft, yellow light.
Huffing, I quickened my pace, where my other two friends, Leon and Zura were following me. Each step felt more scary as the concrete grew more cracked and chipped, and holes in the floor grew bigger and bigger.
Oh, did I mention? Those two see what I see too.
Hate to be salty right now, but… fuck this school. No running in the hallways, they said. Finally sick of the long walkway that only seemed to stretch further and further, I dashed down. Without teachers here, who cared about the rules? Zura and Leon sprinted down the path, careful of how damaged it was, however.
Finally seeing the gates, I slowed down. When there were gates, there were security guards. Now, I did want to get past those gates as soon as I possibly could, but, you know, detention sucks.
Slowly walking past the guards, I steadied my breath, each slow and cautious exhale shuddered uncontrollably. I didn’t feel free in this school at all. I wiped the sweat off my forehead to show no signs of running. Leon and Zura were right behind me.
Sighing, we were finally out of that place. Could my school be the backrooms? Yes, maybe, probably, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I would only be free for 12 hours.
And then I would be shoved into this worse-than-jail building.
If I could, I would literally do jazz hands right now and sparkle like those anime girls. But no. Only dark shit happens here.
“Okay, we are out of that place. Come on Zura, let’s get to the train, hm?” The only thing I felt was relief, and the stress of the school, and the gratitude within me that I survived yet another day in there.
Hah… what did I do to deserve this?
“Right, bye Zura. Bye sweetie,” Leon annoyingly said, while petting my freaking head.
Don’t get any ideas, he’s like this. I know.
I don’t like him.
Right?
Yeah? No? I don’t know.
“Fuck off,” I grumbled under his touch.
“Nope! I’m bored, so you’re joining me on a trip to 711,” he grabbed me by the bag and pulled me away from Zura, where I waved bye to her, reluctantly.
I had time to spare, so why not? Nothing better to do, so I might as well kill some time while I’m at it.
Damn him and his smile. He looked so free, it felt good seeing him like this. I wish I could feel the same. And before I knew it, we were here. I was still grimacing, while he was grinning like the idiot he was. Heh, maybe I did kind of like him?
“Okay, what are we getting? I wanna go.” I muttered.
“Wait, wait. Don’t go, don’t leave me alone,” he was still holding onto my bag, so I didn’t have much of a choice. I sighed, entering the small shop and grabbed a pack of biscuits and paid for them. The cashier was smiling, not as much as Leon, but still, quite a bit.
I guess both of them had carefree brains.
I tiredly handed the cash to the cashier and left the place, while Leon was managing his instant ramen in the shop. Typical of him. He was never good in the kitchen.
Sighing, I went back in and hastily poured in the hot water and ramen and let it cook, in which he greedily gulped down the noodles when I announced that they were ready. He was acting like it was the last and best thing he would ever eat. Come on, they were just noodles!
“I could make them for you next time, seeing how much you struggled,” I snickered.
“Nah, I want noodles, not a wife,” He smirked.
I fake-gagged. Absolutely not, this son-of-a-bitch was going to be the death of me.
Slurping the last of his noodles down, I waved goodbye to him too and left for home.
But I didn’t feel safe at all. I ran back into the shop to find Leon, and thank fuck was he still there. We were neighbours too, did I mention? No? Okay. Yeah, I found that out when we went to the same stop home.
“Never mind. I’m staying with you.” I quickly stated.
He broke into a large grin and took me with him towards the train.
As we were walking, I felt something watching us.
“Hey,” I whispered, “Do you feel like we are being watched?”
“Yeah? Kinda?” He shrugged.
Yeah. I finally realised what was watching us, which made me shriek in terror. A couple of rats, watching us, staring at our every move. I jumped into Leon’s arms as he tried to soothe me. I honestly didn’t care how we looked, I hated rats, so much, and they were staring at me. It was horrific having your very own fear stare right at you, while you were all vulnerable.
“You see those fucking damned rats, right? I’m not hallucinating am I, damn it! I hate those pesky pests.” I cried into his arms.
“Yeah, I see them. Want me to kick them?” He offered.
“No, no. You will have rat germs on you.” I couldn’t tell if I was joking about that or not.
He chuckled, while guiding me towards the station, and holding me in a way where I couldn’t see anything but the ceiling and his face.
He was incredibly stupid and mischievous, but also incredibly sweet and caring when he needed to be. Like now. I guess maybe… that’s why I admire him so much?
The rats kept looking at us, gazes fixated, nothing could stop them from looking. I didn’t see the rats, but I could feel their piercing stares and I hated it so much. Silently whimpering, I moved towards the station with him leading the way, and I simply followed until the feeling of the hard glares softened and faded into nothing. Relief washed over me like a tsunami as I was finally out. I was done with that. Chuckling happily at myself for not throwing up, I quickly scrambled out of Leon’s arms.
You know when I said that I didn’t care about what people thought? Never mind. We definitely looked like a couple and I was a little worried about what people would think.
Giggling nervously, I just pointed at the station, pretending like whatever just happened didn’t happen.
He was stuck in a daze, so I snapped my fingers in front of him.
“Hey! Wake up!” I spoke a little louder.
He snapped back to reality and nodded, dragging me into the station with him.
I thought I was safe… but why were those rats looking at us? And were their eyes… red?
Shuddering, I tried to erase that from my mind. But I was:
1: In a fucking train that looked like the one in my nightmare
2: Traumatised from whatever the fuck I witnessed
How was this school legal?
Little did I know, this was just the first part of this school’s insanity.
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Fic summary
Multi-chapter
The Songs We Were Singing (34k words)
John and Paul through the years, in a universe where they become lovers in the 60s but still split up.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴 (but only certain chapters)
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Playlist
Take a sad song and make it better (69k words)
An alternative ending for 'The Songs We Were Singing'. What if John moved back to England in 1980 and stayed at Paul’s guest house? Oh, and what if they were ex-boyfriends?
Fix-It, 80s
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
Pic set
Double Fantasy (13k words)
A modern AU where John owns a flower shop and Paul is the handsome stranger who seems to be buying rather a lot of flowers. Just a shame he has a girlfriend…
Angst level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
Artwork
Stop all the clocks (31k words)
1967. After Brian dies, Paul decides not to go ahead with Magical Mystery Tour, and takes John up to Scotland for a month instead.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Moodboard
Artwork
Brother Dearest (76k words)
AU where Mimi and Jim get married and John and Paul are stepbrothers (stepbrothers who are attracted to each other)
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
Get a job, cop! (18k words)
John and Paul end up getting arrested after their rooftop gig, which leads to an unexpected change in their relationship. But is it too little, too late?
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
Father and Son (19k words)
A sequel to Brother Dearest. March 1976. Jim McCartney has died, and John finds himself returning to the family home for the first time in seven years.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
The Life of Riley (58k words)
Kink meme prompt
Modern AU. John is a terrible driver, but a broke one, so he lets his aunt get him a job as a chauffeur. His first passenger is Paul, the son of a wealthy businessman, whose father wants him to follow in his footsteps. It soon becomes clear that neither men are happy with their current situation in life.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
Our Version of Events (33k words)
Kink meme prompt
1971, Tittenhurst Park, Ascot. John discovers that fans have been writing stories about him and Paul, and it changes everything that he thought he knew about their relationship.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
Flowers in the Dirt (29k words)
A Paul-POV version of 'Double Fantasy'. Modern AU where John owns a flower shop and Paul is the handsome stranger who seems to be buying rather a lot of flowers. Just a shame he has a girlfriend…
Angst level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Moodboard & playlist
Artwork
The Story Continues (13k words)
A sequel to Our Version of Events. Paul finally visits John at Tittenhurst, and all is going great… until he plays Paul his new album.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
One-shots
And I will sing a lullaby (1k words)
The first J/P fic I ever wrote, and what turned into TSWWS/TASSAMIB. Paul refuses to share a room with John after an argument, but soon comes to regret it.
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level- 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
You say yes, I say no (2k words)
Five times that John heard ‘no’. And one time he heard ‘yes’.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Fluff level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Sharing is caring (2.5k words)
Kink meme prompt - "Paul and John meet a woman and both start flirting with her. They can’t figure out which one she prefers, and that leads to a threesome. But it gets embarrassing when, in the threesome, it’s clear they are most attracted to each other."
Angst level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Because I love Paul (800 words)
How did Paul get that ‘Love of My Life’ badge at the All You Need Is Love press day?
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Paul in the raw (900 words)
Inspired by that old Beatles article that said Paul 'loathes pajamas and prefers to sleep raw', which seems... awfully convenient.
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
So It Was, So It Is, So It Always Will Be (2k words)
19 songs. 19 years in John and Paul's life. The (fictionalised) story of John and Paul, told through the songs of the Everly Brothers.
Angst level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fair’s fair (2k words)
Paul pulls John’s chair out at the Atlantic City press conference, so John decides to get his own back.
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
I’ve just got to get a message to you (800 words)
Paul keeps telling people that John hasn’t sent a message to him from beyond the grave. And John isn’t too happy about it.
Angst level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Khristmas Karaoke (4k words)
A spin-off from 'Take a sad song and make it better' - Lennon-McCartney Christmas 1987, and Paul has a new toy
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Playlist
Très bien ensemble (5k words)
Kink meme prompt - Paul’s attempts to pull at an art school party fail… or do they?
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
That picture on the wall (3k words)
Kink meme prompt - Paul develops his photos from the Paris 61 trip, and is disappointed to find they don’t have any decent photos of him and John together. John makes it up to him somehow.
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level- 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Mornings at Cavendish (6k words)
A spin-off from TSWWS/TASSAMIB - snapshots of John and Paul's lives through the years (mostly post-TASSAMIB)
Angst level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Just Can't Get Enough (6k words)
A spin-off from The Life of Riley - the first night, week and month of John and Paul's new life together
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Smut level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Club Sandwich (4k words) (with @scurator)
Kink meme prompt - Some drug-fuelled party in 1967. Paul ends up sandwiched between two men on the couch. As they start fondling and kissing him, John stumbles upon the scene…
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️
I love you anyhow (4k words)
Kink meme prompt - John or Paul accidentally saying “I love you” during a session of ‘just jerking off between mates’
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Plausible deniability (9k words)
Kink meme prompt - Bedsharing leads to dry-humping which starts as something accidental when they’re asleep.
Angst level - ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Fluff level - 🔴🔴⚪️⚪️⚪️
Smut level - 🔴🔴🔴⚪️⚪️
Collections
Room for a little one?
Perspective flip for 'Because I love Paul' (angst/fluff)
Paul has an argument with Rory Storm, John worries about fish (fluff)
Deleted scene from Brother Dearest - George knows (fluff)
Deleted scene from Brother Dearest - Cyn's pregnant (angst/fluff)
George Martin allows Paul to be the boss for once (angst/smut)
Deleted scene from Father and Son - Mike's wedding (angst)
Mince pies and missed thighs - Christmas 1964, and John is in a grump (fluff)
Paul POV snippets from Father & Son (angst)
#well that's a lot of words#I’d forgotten some of these existed tbh#and the ratings were tough#I never know what people consider angst#and my idea of smut is probably pretty mild for most people#but hopefully it provides some kind of reference#javelin writes#javelin's playlists
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Tsww characters (some designs may be outdated)
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The Sky’s White Waves
Kim Namjoon/Min Yoongi
Bangtan Boys | BTS
Teen And Up Audiences
WIP
Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending, Introspection, Intrigue, Self-Reflection, Alternate Universe- Fantasy, Drama & Romance, Being Lost, Constructed Reality, Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempt, Plot, Recovered Memories, A Bit Disorienting ngl
"Why is there no opposite word of loneliness? Could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely?"
Stuck and lost in a realm without knowing how or why he got there, Namjoon struggles to understand what's real and what isn't. With an ever-stretching white desert with an endless shoreline and sky, Namjoon almost gives up all hope on finding somebody else and leaving.
But then he sees Min Yoongi in the distance.
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Operation Exporter: Learning Module -1
Operation Exporter: Learning Module -1
This playthrough of the Operation Exporter scenario from Mare Nostrum (MN) is designed as a step-by-step introduction to TSWW for new players, with an emphasis on logistics and combined (air-land-sea) operations. Players following along should grab the most recent rules and charts from Day of Infamy (DOI). The Political & Economic (P&E) Rules from MN, as well as certain MNcharts (Rail Cap;…
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Hello! First off, I wanna say that I found your AO3 only a few months ago, and I've been reading a lot of your stuff. I just can't get enough of your stories and I'm in love with your writing style. PH, SSS, LAL, BW, and MTW are all incredible. Love them. Right now I'm reading The Stories We Write and I gotta say, I don't think I've laughed so hard in my life. This is amazing. Stucky' quoting fics to Tony and their reactions to ABO are probably the funniest things ever.
Thank you!
Oh man haha TSWW is amazing. It started out as a spoof way to empty out my idea document (all the “stories” they read include lines or scenes from fic ideas that never became a reality for me!) and it ended up being extra funny and sort of?? Unexpectedly sweet!
Stucky quoting fics to Tony and having Tony’s reaction be so confused at first, then horrified, then finally just amused was so fun. And sam in the background just side eyeing everything they tried to do was SO FUN to write
The ABO line 😂 the first time I read ABO I was extremely new to fan fiction and literally DIDNT have any idea what it meant and halfway through the first story I was like “wait are they animals? Am I reading an animal smut thing right now??” Needless to say LOTS of research later it’s one of my fave tropes now lol
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sam winchester + loss of autonomy through manipulation
supernatural (2005-2020) cr. eric kripke / the sparrow, mary doria russell
#supernatural#spn#spnedit#supernaturaledit#sam winchester#samwinchesteredit#the sparrow#the sparrow1996#thesparrowedit#mary doria russell#mine#mww#spnww#tsww#robyn#comparative#comparatives#web weave#web weaves#web weaving#web weavings
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people are so scarred by previous reboots that they’re rioting over clovers new hair of all things… like this could very well be the least of our problems let’s be real
#we don’t even know if they’ll change outfits every episode… like that’s the real cause for concern#and they can always change her hair in season 2 likeee…#personally i do miss the old hair but it’s not a dealbreaker for me so let’s all just take a deep breath#totally spies#ts#totally spies woohp world#tsww#clover#clover ewing
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Prologue
Prologue: New year, new… life?
Am I a morning person? Definitely not. What time was it now? 6:05 in the morning. Beside me, my digital alarm was blaring in my ear, its usual, annoying wake-up call. Harshly pressing my finger down onto the “stop button”, I clambered down the ladder of my bunk bed. My sister was happily snoozing on the lower deck. Ugh, why does she get a day extra?
Preparing myself to face the ominous gates that I would encounter too soon, I just got ready for the day. Pretending like it was an everyday thing, I hummed a rather cheerful tune, despite my inner feelings.
A casual, happy tune being drowned over the sound of panicked buzzing and worries. My subconscious was too loud, I couldn’t hear myself think at all. I frowned. Dryly swallowing my breakfast down, refreshing my throat with a cup of cool water, and tidying up my hair, I was finally done with my looks.
All that was left was to get on that train, pass the school gates and survive the first day of school.
In a new class…
New people.
I let out an involuntary sigh. Well, that’s the end of my somewhat relaxing holiday. Soon enough, the effects of a daily 5 hour’s worth of sleep will eventually catch up onto me. Slumping, I got onto my train, arriving right on the dot. The train started to move, inside with a deafening whirring noise of some sort. Plugging in my headphones, I started to play whatever song came on to my shuffled playlist.
No, no. This new year was just… off. The train was dead silent. Nothing could be heard besides the occasional voiceover from the advertisements. And the loud noises of the train moving, of course.
Breath tensing from the deadly silent atmosphere, I clenched the cold, metal rail of the train, uncomfortably shifting from the anxiety of starting school, and the questionable silence.
Maybe they were just nervous for 2023? No, couldn’t be. They weren’t even using their phones or anything. Were they… dead? They had zero motion, not one person blinked. Nothing.
I silently shuffled over to a random someone. No response. Still, like a statue. It was terrifying, to say the least. Was I about to jab a stranger in the arm? Yes, I was.
Forcefully nudging the lady, who was unfortunately my test subject, she fell over. Fell, collapsed, whatever. She had not given me a single response to any of my actions, not even a gasp of shock or anything. Just- silence. Everyone else, too. Nothing.
The poor woman laid there, face-flat on the floor. Her hair covered her face. I kicked her body, before she turned to lie flat on her back, strands of hair still on her face.
Her mouth was wide agape, eyes rolled back, like she was possessed or something.
With a breathy groan, she muttered, “We are coming.”
And with that, my head spun, and I jolted awake from my bed, sweat trickling down my forehead.
What the fuck just happened?
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New year, new stories for me too XD
Oh wow I wrote something
Tell me if you want me to make a taglist for this and if you wanna be added
taglist: @lightgriffinsect
#yes i am writing a series#yes its gonna take a while#but uh-#stay tuned#new writing project#new story#prologue#glassbreaker’s treasure trove#the secrets within the walls#tsww
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Hi javelin,
I have two questions about your fic/ writing practice, if you don't mind.
My first question: what made you rewrite "The Songs We Were Singing" in an alternative version with an happy ending ("Take A Sad Song and Make it Better")? As a reader, I love both versions and I'm happy; as a writer, I'm curious—I can imagine a couple of good reasons to rewrite a book, and I'm wondering about yours.
My second question: Your stories have a great range, and quite a few are fills for The Beatles Kink Meme prompts. What makes you choose a prompt? If you scan the list of prompts, what gives a prompt an aura that makes you say, "this one"?
Wow, that was quick. And of course I don’t mind!
1. Mostly because TSWWS is rubbish! I mean, it’s not that bad given that it’s the second thing I’ve ever written in my life, but it’s very basic writing (even more so than my current writing), and although I ended up with an overall story arc, it’s very much a ‘key points in the beatles history’ fic which is actually one of my least favourite types now. BUT I did love the characters, and goddamit, I wanted them to have a happy ending! So I liked the idea of the story splitting off into two different alternative universes. I also wanted to set myself a challenge of writing an actual story with a plot and characters and a structure and all that jazz. And 400k words later, it seems I can’t stop!
2. I don’t think there’s really a pattern, other than it’s when my brain goes ‘and then that could happen, and then they could say that, and then that happens…’ … basically when the fic starts appearing in my head and I can’t seem to stop. And I’m very bad at dropping ideas once I’ve had them, which you’d probably see from my word count. Also, if I’ve just done a very fluffy fic, I tend to then want to do a more angsty/smutty fic, and vice versa
Sorry if I waffled on a bit there, and thank you for your questions!
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