Rules: List five of your own writings and give the opening. And tag five people.

1. Spirit Animal Shenanigans (has been posted to AO3 and fanfiction.net; incomplete)

They say the first human to bond with a spirit animal was a king. He was a strong, proud leader that reigned undefeated until dying in old age. His name was Romulus Vargas, and all witness accounts detailed vibrant, amber eyes, an untidy mess of curly, oak-brown hair, attractively tanned skin, and a smile so charming you could never stay mad at him. He was kind, powerful, intelligent, and came to rule almost all lands, from where the sun rose in the east, to where it set in the west. However, he was very materialistic.

(Hetalia fantasy AU)

2. Behind Closed Doors (title tentative; still WIP; unposted, and definitely incomplete)

I heard muffled screaming in the background, a chorus of angels tolling and singing in tandem with the bells of my demise. At the hellish overture of wicked, earth shattering noise, I felt the ground beneath me tremble. Was this death? Strange, in church they always said there would be a bright, welcoming light. They said you could reach towards it and it would engulf all of your sins, washing them away until it left you clean and fresh as a newborn baby. Although, that was only if you were good. Did vampires even go to heaven?

(Hetalia vampire AU)

3. From Russia with Love (unposted; a play I wrote for Creative Writing I last year, that’s actually fanfiction; complete)

Lights on. The setting is the town square of a small, charming town. In the middle of the square is a fountain; lots of flowers are planted in the area, and the square is bordered by local shops. Various people bustle about, carrying on with their business. FRANCIS enters and stands by the fountain. He has a killer taste in fashion, and it shows with his brightly-colored, but simple, attire. He moves with an air of sophisticated grace. He pulls out his cell phone and dials a number, holding it to his ear.

(Hetalia human AU)

4. Every Good Story Starts at the Bar (posted to Tumblr; sort of complete? Like? It’s a one-shot in an incomplete series?)

The night was old and most rational people had gone to bed, yet one small, hole-in-the-wall building felt every bit as alive as town square at noon. Scruffy and ragged patrons of the bar filled the room, a smelly sea of ne’er do wells. The lights were dim. The door was forcefully kicked open to reveal a Davie’s regular, a man in his twenties with a hard expression and a long, long coat. Tonight, his hard expression was bruised, and splotches of dried blood hemmed the bottom of his coat. Despite his flashy entrance, he took his usual seat at the bar with the calculated calm of someone who knew they were getting what they came for, regardless of presence.

(Fandomstuck mythology AU)

5. Heads (the unposted, incomplete rewrite of Two Sides of the Same Coin, a crappy HS fanfic I posted to AO3 a few years back)

You know, my life wasn’t always such a trainwreck. I had money, family, a bright future ahead of me. All of that is gone now, and while it’s not unbearable, the bullshit that came to fill in the gaps isn’t exactly wanted. A lot of the time, it’s the opposite case. Take, for example, right now.

(Homestuck monster AU)

I tag:

@ucoa-thespacewayfarer @edelwweiss @adorabloodthirstyhomestuck @my-hidden-wonderland @writing-prompt-s

Talking with writers online

fidoruh:

insomination:

alwaysboth:

elexuscal:

Their stories: Amazing grammar, soaring vocabulary, beautiful imagery and prose which flows like a river.

In chats: no capitalisation or punctuation, swears like a sailor, misspellings everywhere, acronyms and abbreviations every five words, idek

#listen #listen do u know how much braining it takes to make the words go? #it is a lot #it’s like wearing fancy clothes all day #and then when you’re at home and comfy #u just put on ur pj’s ( @feynites)

I have never related to a statement more than “do you know how much braining it takes to make words go?”

@thebibliosphere

Fandomstuck Mythology AU Pt. 1/?

Every Good Story Starts at the Bar

The night was old and most rational people had gone to bed, yet one small, hole-in-the-wall building felt every bit as alive as town square at noon. Scruffy and ragged patrons of the bar filled the room, a smelly sea of ne’er do wells. The lights were dim. The door was forcefully kicked open to reveal a Davie’s regular, a man in his twenties with a hard expression and a long, long coat. Tonight, his hard expression was bruised, and splotches of dried blood hemmed the bottom of his coat. Despite his flashy entrance, he took his usual seat at the bar with the calculated calm of someone who knew they were getting what they came for, regardless of presence.

“What’ll it be?” A grinning bartender asked.

The man looked at him dully. “The usual.”

The bartender mulled on that for a moment, before huffing out, “Riiiigght, translate for the new kid?”

“Pint ‘a whiskey,” he relented. “And make it quick.”

“On it.”

Surely enough, less than a minute later a pint of whiskey sat before the customer, and a few gold coins were handed to the worker. The latter raised an eyebrow at the definite overpaying of the former, but chose not to mention it. He did, however, mention the man’s current state of health.

“You’re looking pretty worn for wear. There a reason?”

“There’s always a reason,” he answered, then took a great swig from his mug.

A few uncomfortable minutes passed of the bartender’s rapt attention and the drinker’s unwillingness to speak, until he sighed and continued:

“You see that man over there?” He subtly gestured to a dark corner, in which sat two men. The first was rather plain-looking, but the second was a sight to behold, a lanky, six-foot-six behemoth. It was a wonder he was able to get suits in his size. Both of their jackets bore a peculiar but distinct symbol, a red circle with an X through it.

The bartender glanced at them and nodded.

“He owes me a good coin for my services. Tonight, I’m going to get it back.”

This sparked the bartender’s intrigue. “Your services?”

“Bounty hunting,” he said bluntly.

The bartender winced. “Ooh, fun.”

He shrugged. “Eh, it pays the bills. Typically means I get to pick off the scum of the Earth, too.”

“So you’re the vigilante type.”

“Pretty much.”

A couple shouts broke out in the center of the room, followed by an exchanging of fists. A stool came flying at the man and the bartender, only for them to duck out of the way, the wood smashing against the wall behind them.

The bartender thrusted a hand at the man. “Drew Hussie, pleasure to meet ya’.”

He eyed the appendage warily, but took it nonetheless. “Nathaniel Winchester. If you’re staying here for long, you’ll see me around.”

“Oh believe me, I plan to.” Drew’s grin briefly turned shark-like, lime-colored eyes almost glowing from behind those innocent nerd glasses. He abruptly released the hand, backing away to take care of other customers. “Later.” His final remark was coupled with a cheesy wink.

It was only well after the bartender had left that Nat inspected his now-throbbing hand. Painting it purple were dark welts that perfectly formed the silhouette of a seemingly delicate hand held in the usual manner.

Note to self: the new guy’s stronger than he looks.

kittyreaper:

Give me a prompt and I’ll write a Hetalia fanfiction thing about it because I’m bored.

A) The ask box is open! Sorry if it doesn’t show up on mobile or something, but just type kittyreaper.tumblr.com/ask into the url and you should be able to get to it just fine

and B) I said this in the tags, but if you didn’t read the tags (no worries; I don’t either most times), the things I do not write are smut, overly graphic violence, and USUK. Otherwise, we’re good.

Give me a prompt and I’ll write a Hetalia fanfiction thing about it because I’m bored.

fanfic alignments

Lawful Good: lurked for a month before posting to consume all fan content in their area of interest, internalise tagging conventions, and learn what content is already well-represented and what is lacking. fills in gaps in the fandom oeuvre out of a sense of community responsibility. alerts people who were like “why isn’t there fic of this” that there is now fic of this and includes author’s notes acknowledging those people by name for inspiring said fic.
Neutral Good: writes fic in response to prompts or community discussion. beloved by those who follow and interact with them. potential ouroboros relationship with fanon, where they both contribute to the development of fanon conventions and perpetuate them.
Chaotic Good: “I know no one asked for this but the idea wouldn’t leave me alone so HERE, HAVE THIS THING THAT I POURED AN UNREASONABLE AMOUNT OF MY LIFEFORCE INTO. FREE ME FROM THE GRIP OF THIS FEVERED MUSE”
Lawful Neutral: scrupulously researched, impeccably canon-compliant fic. author may go out of their way to mimic the canon narrative style as closely as possible. readers’ comments are likely to include “wow, this feels like it could have been an actual episode of !” high proportion of missing scenes, alternate POV scenes, and character interactions that should have been given screentime in canon but were tragically underutilised.
True Neutral: had an idea, wrote it, and posted it. may not be aware of the fandom zeitgeist or may simply not care. doing their own thing and feeling the fulfillment of an idea properly manifested. lower average hitcount than many other alignments due to lack of engagement with fandom or fanon and potential redundancy to already-existing fanwork. may be dabbling in a fandom they have no specific intention to revisit.
Chaotic Neutral: AUs, expies, self-inserts, reader-inserts, reader-directed/choose-your-own-adventure fic, crack, etc. We’re all mad here! Mad and having so much fun.
Lawful Evil: “I have no justification and no excuse, but enjoy this exhaustively-tagged, morally unconscionable character torture! I sure did :)”
Neutral Evil: fic would not have existed if not for the motivating power of spite and frustration with the fandom (or, in certain end-of-the-bellcurve cases, the source media, but in general spite/frustration toward the source media is common in any alignment). whatever other motivations there may be, the fic is an express Take That of greater or lesser subtlety. this author is so mad. why is everyone doing this wrong? WHY MUST THEY BE THE ONE TO RIGHT THIS WRONG? THEY’LL SHOW YOU WHAT THIS CONTENT SHOULD BE. THEY’LL SHOW YOU ALL!!!
Chaotic Evil: wants someone to suffer. is it the cause of their spite, whom they are using Take That fic to call out? is it their readers, whom they are trolling, whether with badfic or with a poisoned-apple plot that seems to be all the reader desires before it takes a horrible twist? is it the creator(s) of the source media? it doesn’t matter, as long as someone experiences regret as a result of the fic’s existence.