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The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

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Thor: Ragnarok [Fix-it Canon AU] - Jane Foster is worthy

While on Earth, Thor is attacked. His hammer is destroyed and he’s taken prisoner. But Mjolnir is no ordinary hammer. It’s capable of reassembling itself. But now, without Thor to wield it or Odin to command it, Mjolnir is free to choose its own Thor. And after years of spending time with mortals, there is one in particular it knows to be worthy. Mjolnir chooses none other than Jane Foster as the new Thor, Goddess of Thunder.

Jane is then transported to the gladiator’s arena where she finds Thor - who is now going by the name ‘Odinson’. When he sees her, he realizes his vision hadn’t been about Loki, as he suspected, but about Jane. Together, they escape back to Asgard where Jane has to fight for the right to keep Mjolnir. Odinson, disheartened by the loss of his hammer, decides to leave Asgard and travel the Nine Realms in search of redemption.

While on Asgard, Jane finds an unlikely ally in Loki. He seems bound and determined to ensure that she’s allowed to keep the hammer. Jane suspects he has some ulterior motives, but it’s still nice to have someone on her side. So she and Loki come to an uneasy truce, much like they did when he helped save her from the Aether.

But their alliance is put to the test when Hela invades Asgard. She is hellbent on revenge and will stop at nothing to punish Odin. Even if that means completely destroying Asgard. Jane and Loki barely make it out alive. After the loss of his home, Loki becomes depressed but Jane knows if they’re going to stand any chance of victory, she’s going to need his help.

Finally persuaded by Jane, Loki takes up arms against Hela and her forces. They are later joined by Odinson and those who escaped Asgard in time. Together, they manage to defeat Hela on another world. And somewhere along the way, between bickering and battling, Jane and Loki find that they have more to offer each other than just an alliance.

anonymous asked:

Made up fic title: Sinking, not drowning

Notes: Hey sugarplum! This is SOOOO late, and IDK even which pairing you wanted, but here we are XS


Fake Title Prompts


On their first day of junior High, Robert sat Jace and Alec down as a nursing Maryse watched over an excitable Izzy picking out her first day outfit.

“You’re both men now,” he intoned, eyes flickering over both his sons—one whom had inherited all his striking angles, and dark mop of hair, and then Jace. The orphan he and Maryse had adopted only a few years prior. Jace who sometimes finds himself staring at the mirror in his room, cursing his fair hair and mismatched eyes. Cursing the painfully physical reminder that he’ll never truly be considered a Lightwood, that he’ll always be the boy who disappointed his birth father over and over again. The boy who had his falcon murdered because he has no idea how to divide love from subserviency. The boy who was so unwanted that his mother died while giving birth to him, and who his father despised ever since.

Jace will always be marred with the title of Wayland—never a Lightwood.

“You boys need to take care of each other and your baby sister and brother.”

“I know that dad,” Alec sniffed with an imperious tilt of his dark head.

“Alright, alright, no harm in the reminder Alexander. I just want you both to keep on being true, alright? Always remember that strength is not found in the force behind our fists, but the dignity of our character. Right?”

“So much for we break noses and accept the consequences,” Alec snorts before their father playfully grinds his knuckles into his scalp.

Jace forces himself to laugh, and pretends that he didn’t see the sheen in Robert’s eyes that he and Maryse always seem to get whenever they so much as glide over Jace’s less than pristine past, a past of abuse and neglect by his birth parent.


Simon Lewis is everything bombastic effervescence, and cheeky grins that rival the incandescent rays of light that dance over his chocolate eyes, and make them sparkle in a way that snatches the breath right from Jace’s lungs.

Jace thinks that he might be slightly fucked when their teacher swings off the year by conducting one of the arbitrary, ice breakers that they always seem to be forced into, and Jace is partnered with sunlight personified.

“My favorite color’s blue, my favorite superhero is Spider-man, cause duh, and baseball ’s the best and only sport that I’ll actually sit down and watch.” Simon crows without even a breath between words just as soon as Jace plops down in front of him in the small desk—forcing their knees to brush up  against each other every few minutes or so.

“Baseball? Like the slowest sport in the history of ever?” Jace deadpans, brows craned and the corner of his mouth tugging up in a small smile.

“I like the atmosphere, and peanuts.” Simon sulks, his face scrunched up sourly—and honest, it should’ve been Jace’s first sign that Simon was it for him  when he found the expression cute over anything else.

“Yeah, well I like Italian food but you don’t see me embedding myself into the nearest mob.”

“M’kay, one I’m pretty sure that’s borderline offensive, and two totally not leveled playing fields. You’re comparing  a weekend at Fenway, to waking up with a dead horse nuzzling your neck.”

“I dunno,” Jace gives a one armed shrug. “Sounds pretty equal levels of terribleness too me.”

Simon’s eyes sharpen, impressed, and Jace can’t help the swell of pride in his chest over the development.

“I bet Peeta would not even try recruiting you.”

“Yeah, well they also end up killing thousands upon thousands of the animals they claim to be saving  on a yearly basis—can’t say that I’m too broken hearted over the thought. And hey, wasn’t your assumption that the mob actually slices up poor, defenseless horsies borderline offensive  towards their organization?”

Simon barks out a laugh, and Jace thinks he is in serious danger of drowning in the color of his irises.


They sit besides each other for the remainder of that year.


“And that is when the conquistadors first infiltrated the Mayan land,” professor Herondale intones, seemingly completely oblivious to how half her class is about to keel over in boredom at her Ken Berns like monotone.

Jace is jolted out of his daydreams of actually making the baseball team when a crumpled up piece of paper smacks him in the forehead.

He cuts a menacing snarl towards where Simon is dutifully sketching in his paper pad, the slightest of leers playing on the edges of his lips. Jace doesn’t open the ball for another five minutes, just to be contrary, and is rewarded by increasingly peeved off gestures Simon directs his way over Maia’s head, who in turn just sighs—long suffering—and lodges a pen to Jace’s temple.

“Fucking hell,” Jace rubs over the tender spot while reading Simon’s note.

More borderline offensive, Prof Herondale trying to pronounce Spanish names, or the Asian neighbor from Breakfast At Tiffanies?

Jace pretends he isn’t so totally giddy while he scrawls back a counter.


They’re not best friends, not really. Simon will always have the spindly redhead that he declares as his plutonic soulmate, and Jace would never bestow that title on anyone but Alec and all his surliness.

So no, Jace and Simon are most definitely not best friends…But sometimes Jace is convinced that they must be more than just ordinary friends too.

Simon’s the only person Jace wants to be around on the anniversary of his father’s death—The lightwoods are all always so unsure on how to act, whether to ignore it considering he’s a proven, abusive monster, or to try and bring up the idea of therapy to Jace once more. What they never seem to understand is that no matter all of that horrendous shit that Valentine had put Jace through, he was still his father. He made him spaghetti when he was sick, and bought him all the books he could ever want, and he was there (Which is sure a whole hell of a lot more than what most kids could say about their fathers.) So what if he wasn’t exactly a Robert Lightwood, or Adon Lewis—He was Jace’s dad.

Simon’s at least ignorant to the whole mess—he still sees Jace as some chill dude that he actually likes hanging out with, and not the broken boy that he had to save. It’s a nice feeling.

And for his part, Simon seems to search for only Jace’s company when he wants to string together his fantasies of the future. When he buoyantly explains his intentions of becoming a detective just like his father, because he loves solving riddles and helping the people who can’t help themselves.

Jace thinks he’s brilliant, but doesn’t tell Simon so, less it exposes his ever growing attraction.


Jace is listening to Simon recite the section of the Torah that he’s incorporated into his Bar Mitzvah’s speech, ready to help out if Simon forgets any words. But really, Jace’s much busier marveling over the round vowels and lyrical cadences of Simon’s voice speaking out loud the foreign words, over actually detecting him stammering over anything.

“You’re amazing—Ah, erm your speech…It’s amazing. You’re gunna do fantastic.”

“You think?” Simon’s smile radiates everything Jace wishes he had. He’s warmth, and beauty, and brightness through every layer, all rolled up into one perfect package. Jace thinks it was a daft mistake that Simon’s still here—friends with him—but a selfish, self indulgent part of him relishes that he is.

“Thanks for all your help goldilocks,” Simon squeezes Jace’s hand, and Jace swears his mind melts right out of his head.

They stand their for another moment—or hour—longer, until Jace cuffs to defuse the static in the air, before he does something really dumb, like kiss Simon.

“More borderline offensive, you fucking up your pronunciation or our parents trying to get everyone to do the Hokey Pokey?”

Simon shutters with a grimace. “Please no jokes, I still remember how my mom almost took out our neighbor’s eye during Beck’s ceremony while dancing the Macarena.”

Jace is pretty sure that he only genuinely laughs when with Simon.

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WIP Week: Canon-verse WIP

I accidentally started this today (yesterday?) because @butteredonions introduced me to scrivener and HOLY SHIT THIS SOFTWARE IS AMAZING HMU ABOUT SCRIVENER YO. Part of a 5+1 series.


He fell face first into the mattress, expected his head to hit the pillow and to immediately pass out like he had in the garrison. He expected to melt into the soft materials, to moan in relief as the tension left his body. That’s what always happened before. He remembered that. There was so little he solidly remembered, and the feeling of getting home after a long day, of taking off his shoes and wiggling his toes under the blanket was one of those things. It felt like a betrayal.

The bedding didn’t cocoon him; it suffocated. On the first inhale, he felt the fabric stifle the air on its way to his lungs. He immediately flipped over onto his back, pulling in a long breath and staring at the ceiling, so close, too close, lit only by the fading glow of these automatic Altean lights. The pillow perfectly supported his neck, holding him in place. His spine didn’t understand it; he couldn’t figure out what was wrong but it just felt so wrong.

It was too much. Too much contact, too much something. He should move. He really should move. The bed made his skin itch.

He refused to move.

He was normal.

He had to be normal. He was a normal person who was comfortable in a soft bed, shoes off, wiggling his toes.

He remembered being normal. That wasn’t too long ago, was it? It felt like yesterday. All he had was then, and then, he was normal. He was comfortable in a soft bed. He always was.

He always had been. Shiro refused to recognize the past tense in that statement. It felt so recent. He couldn’t be different from then. That meant that the past year had happened.

He clenched his teeth and focused on the one memory, the day where his schedule had him tutoring and testing and running the sims over and over again, the day where he hadn’t been off his feet in hours and he remembered the feeling of falling, of hitting the mattress with an oof, a sigh, and nothing else.

He refused to admit that the kid who had left for Kerberos was not the man that came back. Getting down on the floor, wrapping himself in a blanket and leaning against the wall, facing the door, was admitting that he was changed. He refused to be the animal they made him, and if that meant staring at the ceiling, trying to recreate a feeling long gone, then he would stare at the ceiling all god damn night.

Maybe, Baby

by thoughtsickles
pairing: harry/louis
word count: 16,000 
rating: Mature
tags: AU, pregnant louis, baker harry, past emotional/psychological abuse

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis’ daydreams, the kind of life he’d always imagined he’d have when he was younger and bored at his momma’s work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He’d felt so important being allowed to touch them. He’d told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn’t peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can’t stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn’t want to listen.

Louis runs away. Harry finds him. 

anonymous asked:

How do I keep myself motivated when writing? I am the type of person who gets really into writing a story and suddenly gets a new idea, so I cease the previous one. What do I do about that? So far I just either watch the exact same think that inspired me or just force myself to write. It becomes sloppy after that though.

There are a few ways to try and combat this. Just figure out which one works best for you. Also, keep in mind that like with anything else in writing, there is no magical cure-all remedy. A lot of it is really going to come down to discipline and learning to follow through. Never an easy task, of course, but often necessary.

1. Deadlines/word counts: Set yourself goals. This can be anything from “write 200 words a day” to “finish three chapters by this date.” The good thing about this method is that it gets words onto the page and altogether, keeps you writing. The worst thing that can happen when you’re already having trouble writing is stagnating and not doing anything at all, because the longer you go without, the harder it is to get back into it.

As you noticed, however, forcing yourself to write comes out kinda sloppy sometimes. That’s okay, because there are a few things to remember about that:

- You can’t edit what doesn’t exist. Words that you write but don’t like is still a better place to be than nothing at all. Even if you end up with sloppy content that you cut most of later, it’s important to keep the project going until you can “get back into it”.

- Even when you are writing aimlessly or just to reach a word goal, you can still accidentally stumble upon a great idea or inspiration that gets the story moving on its own again just by messing around for a while. 

2. Warm-ups: You don’t have to focus on the one story for all of your designated writing time, however. It’s good to have a WIP that you make priority, but sometimes you actually need a little break before you can get back into it. One such way to get that lil break is to do warm ups. Warm ups can be writing from prompts or AUs, writing poetry, doing exercises, writing a different scene out of context, writing from a different perspective just for funsies, etc. Anything to get the creativity flowing again before jumping right back in- sometimes, we get caught up in the monotonous mindset of endlessly making progress, and doing warm ups and drabbles can bring a little more excitement back into your writing life.

3. Do something related: Another way you can still get something done but also take that little break at the same time is to work on a different part of the story, something that isn’t just word count or scenes. Do some character development, do some worldbuilding, whatever tickles your fancy. Make a chart depicting the eye colors of every character. Make aesthetic boards. Any fun or creative activity that keeps your mind on the story, but breaks that task-minded monotony again. 

4. Have an alternating system: When you come up with new ideas, don’t push them to the side entirely, but don’t jump ship right onto the new idea, either. Wait until you have hit writer’s block on the first story, and then go write on the second idea for a bit. As you may have heard in a more psychological context, we often solve problems when we are not even consciously thinking about them, and it can work the same way for writing. Dwelling on your stuck-ness isn’t going to help anything, so move on for a while until you are ready to come back with a fresh perspective.

Again, this takes a certain amount of discipline. You can’t distract yourself forever. At some point you do have to go back to your original story. You can generally start to get a sense for knowing when it’s time to go back as you practice it. 

5. Get re-inspired- remix: As you mentioned in your original ask, you already tried going back to your original inspirations, which is normally something I’d recommend. 

( Re-Connecting With Your Story

Therefore, I would in this case I would watch something other than the thing that inspired you to watch in the first place. Watch a really good scene or episode or show or read a really good or well written scene or chapter from something that is completely unrelated to your story. No ties at all, maybe not even the same genre. The reason for this is that changing up your influences can bring in entirely new inspirations and ideas that you never would have gotten otherwise.

A couple of final tips before I wrap up:

-When you get a new idea, definitely write it down, in full detail. You never want to lose that stroke of inspiration when you have it. Some writers will tell you that if it’s truly important, you’ll remember it for good, but let’s be real here, not everyone’s memories just work like that. I can barely remember my own age sometimes, and that’s kind of an important thing, too.

- Think of your attachment to your primary WIP as a long term relationship. After a while, the shine may seem to rub off a little. Then, new ideas become very seductive and pretty. When you hit that point, it’s important to reconnect, and bring a little excitement back into your original idea to revitalize the relationship. Also, keep in mind that the seductive new idea isn’t necessarily better than your old one- it’s just shinier and newer. Eventually, you’ll hit the same point with that one, too, and then get caught in an endless cycle.

And lastly, remember once again that sometimes it just takes some real self-discipline! Commit yourself! Stick to it! You’ve got this!

~Penemue

Legit Tip #184

or - “Writing Dream Sequences” 

So, you’ve probably already been told that writing dream sequences is a big no-no. That it’s capital-B “bad”. To that I say - ugh. 

There’s nothing wrong with dreams in stories. Dreams in storytelling are as old as our oldest stories. Humans are fascinated with dreams, and for good reason. We don’t understand them, and it’s likely we never entirely will. They’re rich with symbolism. They represent a deeper part of ourselves. That’s not to mention that if you’re religious at all, they likely have some significance to you on a spiritual level, regardless of what you believe in. 

So to dismiss dreams as “bad writing” is - well, it’s ridiculous. It’s just that, as with any type of tool, you need to think about them. Instead of just tossing them into your story you should use them skillfully. Meaningfully. 

Don’t use dreams just because they’re an easy way to create drama or to convey some piece of information. Use them because it’s the right place and the right time to use them in your story. 

Using Dreams to Show a Character’s Psychological State

One of the ways in which you can use dreams meaningfully is to showcase a character’s psychological state. However, be very careful about using dreams in this manner and realize that it’s probably best to save dream sequences for extremes in mood shifts or emotional peaks that your characters may be going through. 

For example, let’s say that we have a heroine who is caught up in a Civil War in a fantasy kingdom, and the person commanding the forces on the other side in this war is her own half-sister. Knowing that she might have to face off against her sister is causing her extreme emotional stress. 

As she grows closer to having to face her sister, she may have a dream about the situation. 

Saria charged into the chamber, sword raised. The blade slid neatly into the woman’s back. But when she cried out, the sound was strange. It wasn’t a woman’s cry. It was a girl. Saria looked down, and felt her chest begin to burn as she saw the child collapse onto the floor. 

“Ness… no!” She withdrew her sword. She tried to reach for the girl, for her sister, but it was too late. Her sister had fallen, was still falling. Sinking into the floor as if it were glass. All Saria could do was watch as it closed around the child. 

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Dreams as Prophecy/Telepathy/Connection to Spirits

In some stories, dreams serve another purpose. They may function as prophecy - allowing characters to see past or future events. Dreams may also allow characters to see events that are happening in the present, elsewhere in the world that they exist in. They may be psychically connected to other characters through dreams, or they may even be able to connect to lost loved ones through dreams. 

One of the things that tend to be universally true about these types of dreams in stories is that they are generally less abstract than dreams that occur “naturally” - i.e., dreams that originate from a character’s own mind. And that only makes sense. As a writer, you would want these dreams to be a little clearer and a little more focused.

Êx. Vivienne reached out and let her grandmother’s hand close over hers. “Is it really you?” she asked, receiving nothing but a smile in response. And then they were walking together, side by side and hand in hand, just as they had when she was a little girl. It had been so long…

“You’re still so impatient,” her grandmother finally said. “But it will happen soon enough.”

“What’s going to happen?” Vivienne glanced over. She couldn’t mean The Enlightening could she? But that would mean…

“Don’t think about it too much. It’s a beautiful day. Enjoy these moments while you can. Life is so short, Vivienne. Even a well lived life is never enough. No reason to be so impatient.” 

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However, you probably still want to write them differently than you write your main narrative - and we’ll get to that in a moment. 

Beginning and Ending Dreams

One thing that I feel necessary to point out is how important it is to think about the beginning and ending of a dream sequence. 

Think about the last dream that you had. How did it start? What were you doing when the dream began? The thing is, dreams sort of drop you into the middle of the action. 

So when you write a dream sequence, embrace the concept of in media res. That is, start the dream sequence with your character already in the midst of some sort of action. It makes the feeling of the dream being “dreamlike” a lot more believable. 

And really push it with this. Amp up the surreal feeling here to make it as dreamlike as possible. Start the dream with the character in the middle of a conversation. Start it with them walking down a hallway, or hanging out somewhere they shouldn’t be and acting as if it’s no big deal. 

The more the reader feels put out by it, the better. Because it’s a dream and it should feel a bit odd and off and strange. 

Likewise with the ending. Dreams don’t (always) have natural conclusions. They end when you wake up, no matter when that is. So don’t (always) worry about completing the “story” of the dream. 

Amping Up the Surreal Nature of Dreams in Writing

When writing dream sequences, one thing you’ll want to note is that you want to keep the writing surreal. You want to make it feel different than the main narration of your story. It’s a dream, after all. And there are some things that you can do to make that happen.

One thing that you can keep in mind is that things move differently in dreams. The way things flow in dreams is a good starting point. Rather than having everything perfectly linear, and having everything structured and moving forward neatly, play with the surreal quality of the dreamworld by making leaps and jumps forward. Move from Point A to Point C and ignore Point B completely. 

This is as true in psychological as in prophetic/telepathic dreams in writing. As I said, you want to differentiate the real world from the dreamworld, and this is a GREAT way to do that. It’ll help you keep the reader on the toes. (Not the only way to go, of course, but it’s one that I’ve always liked to use.) 

And Finally - Dream Symbolism 

I can’t go without noting this. Dreams are intensely symbolic, and you’d be remiss not to take advantage of this in your writing. Even if you’re not a writer who uses a lot of symbolism intentionally, writing dream sequences gives you a great chance to pull out all the stops and to fill your writing with symbols and hidden (or not so hidden) messages.

For example, if your character is anxious about death, illness or dying, you could fill their dream with images of dying animals and have them dream about being wounded. Yikes, right? 

Just remember that dreams do not have to be literal representations of anxiety and, in fact, it may be a lot more interesting to readers to use symbolism instead of actual representations of their anxiety to get a message across in a dream sequence. 

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Anyway, that’s all I’m going to write about dream sequences for now. My WIP is about dreams so I’m always open to answer any questions you may have about dreams in writing, in myth, or what have you, so send me an ask if you want to know anything. I’ve done tons of research! 

It’s fucking 2 am in the morning and I should be in bed but here I am reading this amazing fic and like it’s been so long…years..since I’ve found a fic that hit all my buttons..I’m so starved..like…

This story I’m working on about Whitestone’s masquerade ball isn’t turning out at all like I anticipated, but it just gave me the excuse to write this paragraph for Pike, which I’m considering a win.

Yes, she’s had a few.

“Percy!” she hollered as he approached, before remembering herself. “Whoops, sorry. Mysterious masked gentleman whose name I do not know, welcome to the land of libations! I am your host, Lady”—she paused to straighten her unicorn horn, which took some work—“Celestia, and I’m here to lift your spirits. With spirits. How may I be of service?”

Do Dis: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

(requested by @hexmeridian​)

Thanks For Playing (3) (No Actual Title Yet) - The next in my post-canon fic series after The Second Time Around. Dirk POV, focus on DirkJake and a natural emphasis on Dirk’s primary relationships in the limbo time spent on Earth C directly after opening the door but before the ectobabies and timeskip from the credits. I think I have mostly settled on making Jane the primary ancillary character in this (Roxy and Karkat played this role in the first one, Roxy and Jade in the second… so it will probably be Roxy and Jane in this one. Look I care a lot about Dirk and Roxy’s relationship okay.) We’ll see what she’s struggling with while Dirk and Jake go on adventures together to try and solve a garishly colored puzzle close to Jade’s heart. 

[I have… 4k-ish words written for this and a rough outline for the rest.] 

The Rafflesia Riddle (OR: The Silver Twlight Sister Versus The Ancient Corpse Queen) - A Rosemary Not-AU Sorta-Meteorstuck (Post-Retcon) wherein Rose and Kanaya dance around their developing relationship by expressing themselves through melodramatic gothic-lovecraftian roleplaying. It’s all about plausible deniability, people. (Until it’s not.) 

[This is fully outlined and I’m gonna start on it soon. Current outline is 4 acts with a few chapters each, so it will hopefully clock in somewhere between 12-15 chapters. I am depending heavily on my wife to ensure I finish this project sob I’m terrified of longfic. Vaguely inspired by the Homestuck Harlequin Challenge idea.]

DirkJake PWP (No Title Yet) - Post-Canon, Earth C. Jake is the famous (and famously hot) CEO of SkaiaNet, and he is a very busy guy, ok? He can’t help it if he has a lot of demands on his time. His mysterious tagalong boyfriend is just gonna have to chill out. Follow him around for awhile. Attend a few press conferences, watch a few advertising reels, become increasingly frustrated while Jake finds ways to cleverly and covertly tease him over the crowd of adoring public between them, you know how it is.

[I have this outlined and by that I mean I wrote a shitpost that could serve as a rough outline] 

Dirk/Jake/Brain Ghost Dirk One-Shot (No Title Yet) - Post-Canon, Earth C. Jake’s increasing control over his Hope powers results in a fascinating problem that might not really be a problem at all but hahaha yeah no it’s definitely a problem we just haven’t figured out where it is on the Sliding Scale Of Problems yet because let’s face it, this situation is REALLY CONFUSING FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED.

[I have this half written, it’s about 5k words so far. I’m KINDA STUCK on it right now but hoping to pick it up again soon.]

Davekat PWP (No Title Yet) - Meteorstuck, Post-Retcon, Dream Karkat on the meteor inevitably seeks Dave and his sleeping self out because what the fuck else is he going to do and whoops everyone has an aversion to open displays of affection and suffers from cripplingly low self esteem so I guess this is gonna be really awkward isn’t it

[I have like 8k words written on this and I swear to god I will finish it one day] 

ANOTHER DaveKat PWP (Still No Title Yet) - Post-Canon, Earth C, Dave convinces Karkat to sext with him (ironically of course) but Karkat doesn’t do anything god damn ironically, Dave, you hopeless fool. (Dave is trapped in a prison of his own making and it is delightful, I hope.) 

[This is another “I have an outline and by outline I mean a shitpost that spawned this entire idea” one but I currently still do intend to write it because every time I think about it I laugh up my own fucking sleeve forever.] 

Hex already tagged everyone I’d tag so I’m not gonna tag anyone >:[

Oh and I might still write a trickster dirkjake thing because I want to but I have done zero work on it yet (BUT I WANT TO)

I was already gonna do this when @amarietie​ tagged me but then @talesofsymphoniac​ tagged me so I guess I’m really in now.

I’m gonna mix some work in progresses (sneak peaks for you guys ;3) in so these aren’t going to be in a particular order. And doing first paragraphs because I want to. 

Oh and no surprise it’s 100% Sormik.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories.  See if there are any patterns.  Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

1) Melody of the Land

Rose sighed as she heard the beginnings of a rambling. Sorey and Mikleo insisted on traveling deeper into these unexpected ruins. They weren’t likely to find an Iris Gem, but the boys argued that there was no telling where they’d find them. She looked to Dezel who only shrugged before turning his attention towards the sunset colored stone Mikleo was currently blabbering on about.

2) Runic Discoveries

Being the Shepard meant having many responsibilities and expectations. However, even the Prime Lord had a duty to make sure her Shepard relaxed every once in a while. Even Edna had pushed for them to take a breather. Rose backed Lailah’s idea of visiting a spa. Zaveid had his own ideas for taking a day off. Sorey’s mind jumped to being able to explore ruins without any other strings. Mikleo’s sideways glance told him they were sharing thoughts. He’d not even gotten to the word ruins before Rose cut him off.

3) Snowy Winds

Lastonbell held many memories for Sorey. Remembering anything from his time as a Shepard had proven difficult. Mostly all vague feelings of knowing he’d done these things without actually remembering them. I’d like to set out under these stars tonight. He smirked as he turned his gaze down from the stars to the city below. This was the very spot he’d made that decision. Things looked almost identical to that night, except newer and with more people. Though tonight everything was blanketed with snow.

4) Hemlines and Threads (cheating here and putting way more than the first paragraph because context)

Loud grumbles filled the air for the third time in an hour. Mikleo sighed with a quick glance towards the Wind Seraph beside him. Zaveid couldn’t keep his attention in one spot for more than a nanosecond. He hadn’t said a word, only continued disgruntled noises.

“Okay, I give. What’s wrong?” Mikleo huffed as they stopped walking.

“It’s just not fair, y’know?” His eyes were on the ground as his arms crossed.

“What isn’t?”

“Why does Sorey get to be alone with the girls, while we’re out here doing… what are we doing again?” He finally turned towards Mikleo, who could only groan and hold a hand to his forehead.

5) Sight and Sound

Watching Sorey from afar twisted his chest worse than any Malevolence. Enthusiastic ramblings wasted on a merchant-assassin, yet for every contributing thought bouncing around Mikleo’s head; he continued biting his lip. Sorey’s eyes drifted over his shoulder to no where in particular. Knees shaking, Mikleo reached a hand towards the nearest object of support; one Earth Seraph.

6) Night’s Embrace

Sorey shifted back against the wall. This book had him literally leaning into it. Human spines didn’t like bending for extended periods of time. As he straightened himself, he set the book to his side in order to stretch his arms above his head. During this time, a head suddenly appeared on his thigh. He looked down to see Mikleo fast asleep, half laying on the book he had been reading. Sorey smirked before placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking gently enough to wake the Seraph without startling him.

7) Seraph Song

Having fluency in the ancient tongue remained one of Sorey’s greatest accomplishments. While reading alone had given him and Mikleo countless nights of being up with the sun, conversing had always been a challenge.

8) Binding Vortex

Clear night skies in Ladylake had become a favorite sight of Mikleo’s. He’d already lost count of how many nights he spent commanding his element underneath their gaze while Sorey slept. Tonight, he’d set out with the intent of adding another of those night, but as he aimlessly wandered the streets, he lacked the desire to do anything productive.

9) Pages and Pillows

Sunset brought an array of people into the streets of Lastonbell. Despite being a small, tucked away city, the nightlife gave Ladylake a run for its money. Throughout all the slurring conversations being held every few feet, Sorey trudged along, barely able to keep himself up. Rose strained to stay beside him and not ahead. Lailah and Zaveid trailed behind them, gazes floating around the streets. After insistent complaining from Edna about her frail body being exhausted from Sorey using their Armatus too much, she rested within him. Mikleo kept perfect pace beside Sorey, eyes never leaving him.

10) Beneath the Rain

Blue flames roaring, and a bright pair of green eyes on him, Mikleo dismissed his staff. Letting go of held breath, he brought a arm up. Sorey came to meet his held out wrist, both their arms dropping lazily after.

11) Fractured Souls

Fifteen different conversations floated through the air; Sorey overhearing the occasional word or two but he’s focus stayed on the clock, ticking far too slowly. He continued to twirl a pencil between his fingers as he moved only his eyes to seek out a mass of silver hair on the opposite side of the classroom. If anyone would spend the last twenty minutes before spring break talking with a teacher, it’d be Mikleo. Sorey sighed as he slid his arms across his desk in order to lay his head on them. They’d gotten their semester long research papers back, and even though Mikleo had gotten the highest grade in the class, he still had concerns he wanted to voice.

12) Eternal Finality

A sudden tightness in Mikleo’s chest shot him up. Everything was dark. Pitch dark. His breathing quickened as he searched around him. Malevolence already starting to amass around him. Gasping for air, he swung his legs over the bedside.

13) Rosewood Anemones

That sterile smell that always accompanied hospitals is exactly what kept Sorey out of them. Even after three years of monthly trips here, he never could adjust to it. Clutching the strap crossing his chest just a little tighter, he continued down the halls, nodding and waving towards the staff that greeted him. The relief of ducking through the doorway of the Turtlez gift shop never came soon enough.

14) One More Night 

Stars hanging overhead, Sorey sat against a tree. He knew what was coming. They were on their way to the final battle. Nearly there, but both he and Rose had reached their limits. She had fallen into a deep sleep almost the instant camp had been set up. However, he had far too much energy. More that he couldn’t shake these thoughts. His head fell down, looking at his chest.

15) Sparks

Lastonbell had changed a surprising amount over the last couple decades. Mikleo hardly recognized it save for the belfry and the inn. Sorey spun every which direction, long golden ponytail whipping in a feline manner with every new sight. Mikleo bit his lip ever so slightly as Sorey went breathless at the sight of the belfry

.Patterns, well I like some pretty large openings imo. But I also see that I have variety in my openings. 

Huh. I apparently have a penchant for Sorey as my pov character. Weird. It always feels like I write Mikleo more (or do I switch within fics for them too much?) 

Tagging: anyone that wants to do this (all the people I would tag have been tagged already) 

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Tumbling Together - RedHead - The Flash (TV 2014) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

When Barry and Len discover that they’ve accidentally become neighbors, they learn to navigate their new living situation amongst misunderstandings and a surprising amount of common ground.

AKA the fun-as-it-comes Neighbors!AU which turns into a Pretend Relationship!AU filled with tropes, hijinks, and some vague notion of a plot.

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You Took My Soul (And Wiped It Clean) - Chapter 5 - MissMarissa - The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin & Wells Jaha, Bellamy Blake & Octavia Blake, Bryan/Nathan Miller
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Wells Jaha, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Nathan Miller, Bryan (The 100), Gina Martin, Cage Wallace, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Roma (The 100), Jasper Jordan, Monty Green
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, She’s All That AU, Breaking the Fourth Wall, fuck ton of tropes, but enjoyable tropes, Banter, snarky bellarke, Awkward Clarke, Bellamy makes mistakes, Emotional Growth, Preceded by dickish behavior, Clarke isn’t hideous, and LBR neither was Laney Boggs, Remove Glasses to Reveal Hot Girl, AKA Makeover via Glasses Removal, Season three Blakes not welcome here, Octavia is a good sister, Wells is the best, Cage is a fucking tool, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Rating will go up, Eventual Smut

Summary:

Cage nudges Bellamy with his elbow, “You said you wanted a challenge. Clarke is a challenge.” That’s for damn sure.

Bellamy relents. “Clarke Griffin. Prom queen… Six weeks.”

-OR-

She’s All That. But like, Bellarke. (AKA these idiots reenact My Fair Lady).

Chapter 5: 

Bellamy feels a smile settle on his face when he sees Clarke dancing, carefree and happy between Raven and Gina. Octavia’s makeover did its job and she’s hot as hell. The entire party has taken notice of the stunning blonde, and he should be reveling in his success. But he has a feeling that the lightness in his chest is due to something else entirely.

Thank you @bilexualclarke for being such a kickass beta!