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Fanfic Comment Guide

Hi hello!

#clexaweek2017 is coming up and this will be one of my contributions for the week since I’m not much of a creative type. I’ve never written any fanfiction, so all of this is coming from a reader’s perspective. 

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I know how difficult it is to leave thoughtful comments or use your last bits of brain power to say something coherent before you go to bed (that’s usually when I read). But I think it’s super important to give back to all the talented and hardworking writers out there.

No one will know how you truly feel about something unless you speak up! 

Waking Up In Vegas

Write-A-Thon Day One: AU day
(waking up in vegas au)
John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton
Words: 1540

i’m so excited for this week guys and i hope you are too!

originally, my disneyland fic that i posted the other day was going to be my au day fic, but i changed my mind last minute so here we have the waking up in vegas au! 

i’m kind of tempted to make this into a series, but i’m not sure yet so let me know what you think. 

the write a thon is going to be awesome. you can join in if you want! i just reblogged the prompt lists. 

requests are open and i hope you’re all doing great xx

see you tomorrow for femaslash! day

~

The pounding hit him like a tonne of bricks.

With every tiny movement, he felt the pain intensify. He let out soft whimpers until he decided that the floor was where he would stay.

His freckly cheeks rested against the cool, damp tiles. John figured he must’ve passed out in the bathroom while trying to go to the toilet. And it seemed reasonable, because he’d woken up in weirder places after crazy nights out.

He opened his eyes slowly and let the light appear in his morning. He ignored his better judgements and sat up slowly, resting his head against the wall. He tried his best to ignore the pounding in his head as he took in his surroundings.

It seemed John had been right about the bathroom, but this wasn’t his bathroom. He couldn’t remember anything from the previous night… he wasn’t even sure if he was in South Carolina anymore, or who he was with.

He flipped through fragmented memories of the previous night. For moments, he saw his friend Hercules, and he had reason to believe that he had stayed the night at his house. But Hercules’ bathroom was warm and his house was comforting… this whole situation felt like some kind of unholy nightmare.

The weight on his finger was the thing that woke John up fully. The only jewellery he would keep on him was his mother’s necklace…

His hands flew to his neck and he let out a sigh of relief when he felt the secured clasp of the familiar metal. He relaxed, licking his dry lips.

He was still under his mother’s watch… that meant he was safe… but so many questions remained unanswered. Where was he? What was he doing here? What was the strange ring around his finger?

The door next to John swung open, revealing a shirtless man that looked a mess. Dark circles under his eyes hollowed out his face, making it look incredibly pale. He stumbled towards the sink, turning tap on and splashing his face with the warm water.

John stayed silent. Strangers had never been his friends… so coming face to face to this one in a strange place was not the way he wanted to spend his Saturday. Or at least, what he thought was Saturday. He wasn’t sure of anything right now.

He took a deep breath before deciding breaking the silence was the best thing to do in the situation. “Who are you?”

The man at the sink jumped, grabbing the closest thing to him (which happened to be a bar of soap), and pointing it at John. The soap slid out of his hands, landing at John’s feet. He felt around behind him, grabbing a toothbrush and holding it out in front of him.

“W-Who are you?” He replied, a red blush spreading over his cheeks.

John stood up slowly. “I asked first, so you should answer me first. I’ll ask again, who are you?” He asked, leaning heavily against the wall.

“My name is Alexander. Alexander Hamilton. I don’t know why I’m here. Your turn,” The man, Alexander, replied.

“Do you mind if I call you Alex?”

His question was returned with a glare, which John simply shrugged off.

“Well, my name’s John Laurens. And I remember leaving the house with my friend… but that’s the end of it. I don’t even know where we are now,” John stated, walking to the sink and checking his face in the mirror. He too carried a sleepless appearance, prominent bags staring back at him through the mirror’s reflection.

“Vegas. We’re in Vegas,” Alex stated, turning from the mirror and heading back out to the bedroom area. John raised his eyebrow, following.

“You mean like, casinos, strippers and creepy people in character costumes Vegas?” John replied, sitting on the edge of the bed where Alex had laid down on.

“No, I mean the Vegas where everything is rainbows and we’re all friends. Peace on earth, kumbaya!” he snapped, continuing to glare at John. “Could you just shut up for a few seconds? I’ve got a terrible headache.”

“So do I. We can complain about it together,” John stated, lying on the opposite side of the bed and staring at Alex. “What are your theories on last night’s happenings? I feel like my friend Hercules thought it would be funny if he set this whole thing up for me… I am surprised he didn’t find a girl though. Man, I would shit myself if I woke up next to a female.”

“I’m assuming you’re gay then,” Alex stated, picking up the room service menu on the bedside table and squinting at it as he flicked through it.

“Well, yes. I mean, I have experimented a little throughout my life, but I’m as gay as they come,” John stated, smiling proudly.

“Congratulations. I’m bisexual, but I have a girlfriend so don’t get any ideas,” Alex replied, putting the menu down and looking at John. “Personally, I think this is some kind of weird, reality TV social experiment. Or it’s a very strange dream. I hope it’s the second one. I’d like to wake up in bed next to Eliza… instead of being in this strange one.”

John scoffed. “At least you had a bed. I slept on the bathroom floor… or passed out there. I’m not completely sure honestly. All I know is that my neck hurts like a bi-“

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up before?” Alex asked, starting to go through the drawers in the bedside table.

“Well, you did continue the conversation so I had assumed-“

“You said your name was John Laurens, right? John “Jack” Laurens?” Alexander interrupted, looking at a piece of paper he had found in horror.

“That’s me,” John replied, sitting up and turning on the TV. “Why do you ask?”

Alexander gulped. Maybe if he didn’t tell anyone, it wouldn’t be real. “N-No reason. We should focus on finding a way out of here, don’t you think? Do you have any money?”

John patted down his pants, shaking his head. “While I’m as gay as they come, I’m also as broke as they come. I haven’t made a solid income in a very long time.”

“Productive. And I don’t have my wallet either, which means we’re pretty much screwed. You said you had a friend, right? Do you have a phone? Can we call them? Maybe they can-“

“Look, Hercules isn’t the best at dealing with hangovers. He mostly just sleeps them off. So, if he drank as much as I did, we’d find he’s pretty much useless to us now. Didn’t you say something about a girlfriend?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Of course! Eliza will help! But I am without a phone currently so unless you have yours…”

John sighed, taking his phone out of his pocket and passing it to him. “Here. Be as brief as possible. I don’t want an expensive phone bill,” He stated. Alexander nodded, dialling Eliza’s number.

It took three rings before she picked up. Alexander could hear her yawn, and he imagined he had woken her up.

“Hello?” She mumbled, yawning after she finished her sentence.

“Eliza! Thank the heavens. Listen, I’ve just woken up in Las Vegas with this other guy and I have no idea how I got here. My wallet and phone have disappeared, so all I have is you. All my hope is rested on you. Could you please come and pick me up? Or buy flight tickets or something. I promise to pay you back as soon as my card is returned,” Alex rambled, tapping his fingers against the bedside table anxiously.

“If I do any of those things, will you be quiet for just a second? This is a lot to take in first thing in the morning,” Eliza mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes. “Who’s this other guy? Do you know him? Does he know you? Did you have some weird kinky sex?”

“What? Of course not. All I know is I’ve gotten myself into the worst situation possible. I’ll explain what I can when I return home. I love you more than words can say,” Alexander said, biting his lip. Had he had sex with this strange man he seemed to have accidentally married?

“I love you too Alexander. Stay strong, my love.”

The line went dead, and Alexander was left alone with the silence between him and John who was now standing by the window.

“The sky looks nice today. The clouds are round… and they look like cotton candy. It’s pure, don’t you think?”

An eyebrow was raised. Alexander went to John, standing next to him and staring out the window. Indeed, the clouds did look nice. Alexander’s eyes moved to John’s ring finger, staring at the golden ring that wrapped around his finger tightly.

They moved back to Alexander’s own hand and he gulped, seeing a similar ring on his own finger. He knew he had screwed up, but surely this man who daydreams about clouds wouldn’t notice. Surely, he would keep daydreaming.

Alexander decided it was best to dream the terrible situation away. Perhaps once he was home, this would all fade away and be nothing but a bad memory.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I really like your art and I'm relatively new to the mp100 fandom. I was wondering if you could rec me some good mp100 blogs? 😀

ahh! thank you im glad you like my art

and yeah let me do my best to rec u some good blogs and lowkey @ them so they know i admire them hfjkghfgh hello everyone 

@twinkens-art always has tons of good content and also their art style is super unique and great. i love their fusion concepts of the mp100 characters 

@terubi ‘s headcanons and fics will kill u and also theyre a nice person in general! 

@bakanohealthy ‘s art and aus are honestly??? some of the best ive ever seen? ?? ?? i love almost everything they make tbh 

@oekaki-chan has some cute and soft mp100 art too! their art is major #Art Goals tbh;;

@sandflakedraws pleas e follow sandflake please  just . their art will also get u into the Breach Of Trust hellhole of wonderful suffering (but if angst isnt your thing, then i recommend u avoid Breach of Trust stuff! its a really well written fanfic and theres tons of good art for it but its got a lot of heavy and unsettling themes and is def not everyones cup of tea) 

@auro-cyanide definitely has good art. and they draw a loooot and i admire their ability to draw a lot and have it constantly be qualiity.

@torifalls also has a very very cute style!!! their mob stuff is wonderful 

 man why are there so many good artists and writers in the mp100 fandom i cant possibly @ them all thatd b crazy

but yea! try these artists and blogs out at first and then through following them youll definitely find more! there are definitely a lot of good mp100 blogs and lot of friends im missing (i m sorry all of u i love u )

Sorry I missed this last weekend, things got a little crazy! But I’m back on track this week <3

~week ending 26th February ‘17~

  • ‘biggest fans’ -thank you for all your likes/reblogs/comments! <3

@the-great-irene

@redlipstickandplaid JERK! :*

@cautionhotmess

@dreamingintheimpalawithdean


  • my tumblr crushes - thank you for posting awesome content that I can regularly fan girl over! <3

@pinknerdpanda | @capsevans| @dancingalone21 | @trekken81| @stydiaislove | @hallowedbecastiel | @moonlitskinwalker | @emilyevanston| @verycoolveryunique

  • my fic choices of the week -

Originally posted by take-anything-but-the-wifi

[SPN]

Hurt Me, Cure Me [Dean x Reader] @chaos-and-the-calm67

I absolutely loved this smutty, angsty piece. The way Bev writes in Dean’s POV just blows me away too, as well as giving me even more feels because I just felt so immersed in the story. It was so so beautiful and well worth a read, guys!

All That You Are [Sam x Reader]  @pinknerdpanda

This broke my heart so much! It’s so beautifully written, I can’t believe it’s only a second fic so far! I don’t want to give anything away, but she wrote Sam amazingly well- if you’re needing some good Sammy angst, definitely read this!

[MARVEL]

Crop Circles [Nicky Fury + Odin drabble] @iwillbeinmynest

Okay, so this just made me smile from start to finish. The whole interaction between Fury and Odin was on point. The ending was just the greatest! Someone definitely needs to invest in a gold eyepatch for ol’ Nick, too.

[STAR TREK]

Rodeo [Leonard McCoy x Reader] @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

This Bones Cowboy AU is superbly written, you definitely need a box of tissues handy for when you’ve finished reading. I was in tears, it broke my heart into a million pieces- as I’m a total sucker for beautifully written angst it definitely deserves a shout-out!

you can find all my other recent fic recs over at my side blog; @becs-bunker

Have a great week everyone! xx

Easy choice, Hard decision

So I am a sporadic writer at he best. The muse is very fickle with this one. Anyway Darcyland is one of my favourites, and with so many amazing writers and stories- you guys have helped me through some pretty rough patches in the past year.
You know when you read so many great stories, it becomes a bit intimidating to dip one’s amateur toes in that very same pool in the fear of screwing it all up. Anyway I just had to thank you guys for all the amazing fics that I got to read. So I wrote this little thing as my first foray into the writer side of Darcyland.
Do let me know what you think of it.

A special shout out to @pollydoodles, @nemhaine42, @chrissihr, @amidtheflowers, @ibelieveinturtles, @awwheartno, @themonkeycabal, @meleedamage and all the other wonderful writers out there.


She was supposed to be on her way to the airport right now; on her way to the US embassy in Germany.  Instead she was sat, in the ass crack of dawn- staring at her mailbox, trying to compose a grown up reason- other than ‘I don’t want to’- for refusing the job. 

She knew since the past week that leaving would be wrong. That feeling dogged her continuously even though her finally leaving was always in the cards. She studied Political Science for crying out loud! She wasn’t made for hard science. That was why she had recruited Ian in the first place- she was supposed to train him in all things Jane and hand over a well- trained Jane- expert who could also Science! Hell, even Jane knew she wasn’t permanent. She had been in it for that awful six science credits; and came out of it with her whole axis displaced.

Looking back, she wonders why on earth Jane ever took her on. She was a 21 years old slacker without any prospects who could only afford college because of her trust fund; who only decided on college to escape the suffocation of conservative values back home. College had been hard and her attitude had not helped her. Before long she had found herself lacking in those six godforsaken credits. At that time Jane’s proposal seemed like an easy A. Keep the scientist fed and watered and occasionally dose her in vitamin D; and in return get those credits. At that time she had thought the whole gig to be a hoot. Jane was hardly a department favourite, what with her ‘wayward’ ideas; but now she knows better. She knows that Jane chose her from half a dozen of hard science applicants- though she has point blank refused to say why. She wonders what Jane saw in her. She knows Jane inspired her. Her grit and determination when the whole world pushed her down was admirable. In only a few months Jane had become her role model: made her realise that she could do a lot more if only she applied to her potential. With that in mind she had started looking for work where she actually got to use her degree. Jane had been her very enthusiastic and number one supporter- so had Thor once he had shifted base earth side.

But now, when all was going great. When she finally had a decent paying job, her world changed. In came the Big Bad! The S.H.I.E.L.D upheaval made her sick in the stomach. Scrolling through the data actually made her throw up a few times; before she had the foresight to read in an empty stomach (yet that didn’t stop her from dry heaving). The world was in a great big mess and once its people started to come out of that shock; fear would set in. She could see it. Fear being the greatest motivator for any disaster, and the need to fill up the vacuum created by S.H.I.E.L.D/HYDRA would definitely lead to consequences she could not even begin to comprehend. But she had still held her tongue and tried to enjoy the farewell party that Jane and Thor had thrown her. However the next day she had watched the Black Widow vs The Senate debacle and her fears closed their cold hands round her throat. She was sure that the time was near when the Avengers would fall from grace from perceived wrong doings- and the whole world would be out for their blood. And where would she be? Tucked in an office in Germany- on Team World! No way! She was Team Jane! all the way. Now that Team Jane! had a plus one, who was not only an Avenger but also an alien; she could very well imagine how bad the situation could turn out for them should the powers of the world wanted to prosecute their heroes.

Jane was the first person to love her the way she was. She was going to stick to her like a wart. She would make up contingency plans when hell finally broke lose. Jane was there to save her from herself and to see her prosper. Now she would stick with her little family- they would be stronger together. Smiling to herself, she composed a satisfying, apologetic mail and shut the laptop; only to find Thor watching her from the doorway.

“I see you have decided against leaving,” he said.

“You don’t sound surprised.”

“Back on Asgard, warriors would be backed by someone with political acumen. Someone who could see the larger picture.  You behaviour the past week was practically screaming out your final decision,” he said kindly.

She snorted. “Did anyone ever tell you that you are more insightful than you look?”

Thor simply smiled.

“Do you think I made the right decision?”

“Are you at peace with your choice? Right and wrong is simply a matter of perspective my friend.”

“Too early for philosophy big guy,” she groaned.

“If I were to say that your decision brings peace to my heart? Knowing that you will always have my back and if required will guide me if I misstep?” Thor asked.

“I’m not a hero, that’s in your job description.”

“Your battle field and mine may differ. But never believe that you are any less a hero on your turf. After all, not all heroes wear capes. Some wear a lot of knit wear and a smile,” he proclaimed.

“Hey! Don’t diss the knit,” she scowled. Then-“What do I tell Jane? She is going to be so disappointed.”

“Maybe try the truth?” came the rather unhelpful suggestion- in her opinion- as Thor ventured into the kitchen and started to rummage through the shelves.

“Look here dude; I’m the sass master in this household,” she waggled her finger.

Thor laughed, “Very well then. How would you like for me to cook you ladies some breakfast and you can enlighten Jane on how you choosing not to leave will be beneficial in the long run. I am told scientists are mendable to logic.”

“Hmm, worth a shot. But if it goes sideways, I’m throwing you under the bus,” she declared. “Now get your royal backside to work. I want eggs and pancakes.” With that she shuffled to the door.

“Darcy.” She turned back to look at Thor’s contemplative face. “As much as I adore that our family will not be broken, I desperately hope our fears never take corporeal form. But should that ill time come; then know this- I put my faith and life in your hands, My Lady,” he tilted his head in her direction.

Her eyes fogged over and the next thing she knew, her arms were around Thor’s waist and he held her as she made promises that they both hoped never got to see the light of the day.

narcissuspseudonarcissus  asked:

I just wanted to say you're doing an amazing job, and I wanted to shout out to your anon who asked about disabled fics, I am also severely deaf in my left ear and moderately deaf in my right and it's getting worse. So these sort of fics are wonderful to read. Thanks.

Thank you so much! It makes me so, so happy to see that you found some fics that you liked. Thank you again for this, and I hope you have a great day! ☺️💙

“Makeouts Are Mandatory”: the Cousy Kissing mini Drabble-a-thon

What: I was talking to @tentaclabia about how great it would be to have fics that are JUST MAKEOUTS. So we were like WHY NOT? so here we are, a makeouts-oriented mini-event. Pick prompts to request from me and others, or offer yourself as writer, you can do either or both. No need to write anything if you just want to request stuff. Bring on the Cousy Kisses!

Prompts:

  1. Rain
  2. Superhero kisses
  3. Aftercare
  4. Kissing in Lola
  5. Lazy
  6. Director Johnson
  7. Public
  8. First(s)
  9. Undercover
  10. Happy
  11. Fantasy
  12. Ice cream
  13. Impulsive
  14. Secret
  15. Music
  16. Drunk kisses
  17. Unexpected
  18. Rough
  19. Shy
  20. Lipstick
  21. Good morning
  22. Good night
  23. Domestic
  24. Danger
  25. Sexy

Rules:

  • If you want to participate reblog this post and people can send you numbers to your askbox. If you don’t have an askbox (and hey, this is the AoS fandom, no judgement) people can reblog this post and ask specifically number for you to write via @
  • Drabbles have to be around 100-800 words. No fewer than 100 words, but don’t make it a whole fic (unless you want to!). The idea is quick makeouts scenes, so we don’t have to angst about the plot.
  • All drabbles have to include makeouts between Coulson and Daisy, obviously. It doesn’t matter what else is in the drabble, but makeouts are mandatory.
  • If you are asking for a drabble you can ask as many numbers as you want but you’ll only get one drabble per prompt ie you don’t get a 2000 word full fic combining your various prompts.
  • Likewise if you are writing a drabble: only use one prompt per drabble, don’t combine prompts.
  • No time limit (though we are preapring a Fest, so there’s more Cousy goodness to participe in). Have fun!
Saturday Night Ramblings

So, other than the Dragon Age fandom (which I stopped directly engaging with when I switched all of my attention to this current one), the X-Men fandom is really the only one I’ve really thrown myself into off the deep end. And the only one where I’ve written fic consistently over a number of years and met a lot of great fandom friends. But is it just me or does it feel like the overall vibe of the fandom has been changing (or has changed) quite a lot in the last couple of years? Like there just doesn’t seem to be any genuine interest or excitement in new fic or art or meta or any of the amazing stuff that the X-Men fandom has always been for me? 

I love writing fic so so much, and it has been an incredibly rewarding experience - one I wouldn’t trade for the world because it’s brought me back to writing which I loved doing so much as a child/teen. But I really do feel like I’m feeding the void now, and there just doesn’t seem to be that audience out there that really cares all that much about new fic or fanart. I look at all the new fics being posted on AO3 everyday and barely anyone is reading and/or leaving kudos and comments. So like…are the few of us still plugging away at it all that’s left? 

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm reading Resist Everything Except Temptation and like ??? Thank you ?!?!!!!! For reccing it ???!! I AM IN LOVE W IT AND I DONT WANT IT TO END. Can we scream about it a little bit ?? Bc like... my emotions are so fragile right now (little dove... my heart...) and like everything about it is just Great and ya basically I love everything u rec just thank u !!!!

LITTLE DOOOOOOOOOOVE  !!!!!! this broke me so fucking hard !! Dear anon, go send some love to @domestic-harry, they’re the person responsible of your break down :D

(fun story : I actually had to google “Treacle”)

Bee Happy

Warnings: Swearing, depression

Summary: Amy isn’t having a great day, Negan lends a willing ear. 

Characters: Negan x OFC

Author’s Notes: This is my contribution to the TWD Story Cube Challenge. It really kicked my butt so I apologize in advance If it’s shitty. 

Tags: @superprincesspea @melodicdolls

I just needed a minute alone. Just a moment. It was hard, finding a place where people wouldn’t bother you. In the apocalypse, people needed to know where everyone was, all the time. I got it, I just didn’t like it. Today was a bad day. I had good days, I had bad days. My depression didn’t care if it was the end of the world.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Ahhhhhh! I read Quiet, Just For A Moment and it hit every single thing I love in their relationship and in fics in general. The balance between hurt and comfort is astonishing and the fact that it could still be so good but go so wrong is great. Things aren't always perfect and this shows it. And not only did John go little, but him regaining composure at the end is also a great contrast and just shows you can be both ways and still be you. Guhh. Thank you so much. So so much. -a little anon

Thank you A Little Anon, @liese-l and I are very proud of this piece. A lot of work and thought went into it, so I am so pleased it spoke you. <3

ShoutOut to Metro City Zombie War!

Metro City Zombie War, by @ladyspock7, is a treasure. Now, I enjoy post-apocalyptic stories as much as the next person, but I don’t normally go for ZOMBIES. Ladyspock7 handles the undead with just the right touch of detail, frankness, and discretion, allowing the reader to appreciate the horror of the situation without getting bogged down, grossed out, or excessively terrified by graphic imagery.

The characters are well-portrayed and the dynamics are interesting. The OC’s are all realistic, interesting, human, and useful to the setting and worldbuilding.

The story addresses the logistical issues of a zombie apocalypse: government response, guns, food supplies, clean water sources, electricity, hygiene, moral, etc. in a realistic manner rarely seen in general post-apocalyptic fiction.

Also, I LOVE the fact that the story isn’t at all rape-y. So many post-apocalyptic settings involve a resurgence in sex-slavery, or the Leader wanting to ‘marry’ several women in the survivor-group, or that One Vaguely Creepy Person Who Turns Out To Be Evil And Takes The Woman/Women Prisoner. You see it all the time. In Metro City Zombie War, however, there is NONE of that! Megamind is very upfront: sexual harassment or looking at someone in a creepy way is grounds for expulsion; rape and attempted rape are punishable by Death By Alligator; no exploitation, no dubious consent, no exceptions. I really appreciate that. A Lot. It’s a very good thing.

Also, I find Megamind’s attitude of “I’m the Overlord now, because APPARENTLY,” *glares pointedly at Metro Man, the army, and the federal government* “Nobody cares enough to stop me just because the city HAPPENS TO BE full of zombies!”

And meanwhile everyone else is just like yes, we are very glad to be here, I would not have expected to ever want Megamind to be in charge, but I’m glad that he’s in charge now, when will there be cable TV and real pizza again?


This story is fantastic, and I’ve been wanting to get that rant out of my system for about three days now.  Thank You for your patience.

I am such a fan of all things Megamind!  :D

anonymous asked:

Have you ever made a friend obsessed with omegaverse? Because, I need to make a friend obsessed with it, I can't sink in this ship alone.. do You know what to do to accomplish my mission?

All of my friends who are like, in fandoms, already know the trope, so no, I haven’t made them obsessed with it. I’m not even obsessed with it

Just like…tell them that you found this really great blog called omegaverse-headcanons who has literally the best omegaverse headcanons ever and is run by the sexiest, most badass girl you’ve ever seen and they should totally check it out

I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I’m not sexy or badass. Maybe just send loads of omegaverse fics their way that include their OTP?

anonymous asked:

If possible could you post the links to all of your marecal fics in order? Just so it's easier to find. If so that would be great. Thank you!

Of course. I figure the easiest way to do this would be to post the link to my fanfic page in my bio. ((: I’m sorry its so much trouble to find the page. I’ll have it posted in my bio shortly. (((: 

anonymous asked:

Ok so I just finished reading the first chapter of your new series and it was a-mah-zing <3 I hope you'll listen to your shipper heart and write some Loki/Steve into it but either way it's fine and I know I'm rambling I just wanted to say the first chapter is really great. kbye. :D

Thank you so much! I’m really excited to start posting this fic, as it’s been in the works for a long while and I have a lot of Ideas about where it is going. 

I mean, this is me we’re talking about, and despite vowing that Life in Reverse is going to stay gen (which it is!) I keep nodding toward the idea of Steve/Loki for anyone who knows me. 

So you know. It might happen. I’m not ruling anything out. 

caslikescoffeeandfreckles  asked:

You think you can come into mY house and hook me with your fancy new fic that's really funny and interesting with an original subjective storyline as well as a great potentially emotional destructive side plot stemming from Castiel's background and jUst LEAVE ME HANGING FOR A WEEK??????

klajdfjkdsa i love you 

just for you, I will post chapter 2 on Monday, ok. for your health. 

Passing Ships

dimondthefandomfangirl  asked:

Hi! I've been in love with your Devil and the Dead fanfic (cause let's be honest, fluff and angst make for great fics and you've been nailing that), and I'm wondering how many chapters you're planning to write if you have any idea?

My original thought was it was going to be between 5-6 chapters long, mind you, when the AU had first been conceived. But since then there was so much discussion of headcanons and various thoughts on things, and of course, Ecto just keeps drawing super-cute things— that I’m no longer quite certain. 

As it stand so far, I am writing chapter six right now and have spawned several more drabbles and ficlets for it (not counting two in-progress ficlets.) so where we go from here is up in the air.

I may have mentioned I don’t actually have a plan, right? My original concept was much shorter, but feedback and ongoing headcanoning kept adding to the mix. Sorry for the non-answer answer.

*shrugs helplessly*

otterandterrier  asked:

27 and 37!

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

Welp. I’ve never done a collaboration so I don’t know how I feel about them. Am I willing to try one? Absolutely. In theory it’s a win-win situation. Someone to bounce ideas off of, someone to warn you when you’re going into bad!fic territory, someone who can go, “yup, this is ready, let’s post!” And we have great examples of collaborators in @erindarroch and  @jhgraham. When you talk to those two about their collaborative relationship, it sounds so wonderful!

My only reservation is that I usually have no fucking clue what I’m doing as I write. I create a setting, a mood, and maybe an object to focus on. And then … I just go. So a collaboration could go one of two ways: my collaborator does that, too and it becomes a treasure hunt as we figure out where we’re going together, or I drive my collaborator insane as I drift off on a tangent, then go back and change the trajectory to fit where I went. OR, okay, I could just learn how to follow an outline and become a more versatile author. That’s probably the best case scenario. :)

37. Talk about your current wips.

Well, let’s see. “Mighty Things” chapter 25 is at 3906 words. I resolved a thing today and am a little more confident that it will actually get posted sometime this week or next. Booyah!

I’ve been working on a sequel of sorts to “Gaining Perspective”. It’s taking shape around Leia coming back to the Alliance after Bespin. But where I kind of knew the point of “Gaining Perspective” when I was writing it, this guy has no legs. Not yet. We shall see.

And I have another OT story, pre-ESB, about an impromptu gathering of the Alliance Bros. Luke, Han, Chewie, the Rogues. And Leia stumbling in at a bad moment and hearing Han say that everyone wants to sleep with her in a lewd and not super flattering way. Argument ensues. I can’t seem to decide if it’s a comedy, a drama, or a dramedy. Ha. 

anonymous asked:

i love your klunk fic so damn much?? like lance's reaction to having another soulmate broke my heart i felt so bad for keith but like at the same time lance's reaction is perfectly natural and makes sense.. and meanwhile hunk doesn't even know what lance said to him and i just ugh your fic is so great!! keep on being amazing

anon, i have no idea who you are but i love you. 

but lemme just say AHHHHHHHH i’m so glad you like my fic!! that’s so great to hear. and lol all three of them are such dramatique boys…

anyways, thank you so much! you keep on being amazing too.  💖