Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
whoa...mostmagical in my inbox... okay. if nicole demands it of me, i guess i have no choice.
this is tough... in no particular order:
All of This Is True - i do like this one a lot. the guilt, the angst, the feeling of being trapped in your own head but you're doing it willingly. gravedigging. the concept of an epitaph and all that it can reveal. isn't being buried alive, at the end of the day, not unlike being tucked in? it might be hard to breathe, but that's okay. none of this is real.
Something Opens Our Wings - in some ways, this feels like my felinette thesis fic. the icarus parallels. who has your amok, marinette? the personification of a ring. the concept of control, and wondering whose orders you're really following. a constant chess game of a conversation. whiskey bottles under the bed. peacock, fool thyself. if i were to pity you, who should i kill? if i were just a boy and you were just a girl - if we were both human - would we still feel like this?
"Unfair," he whispers, "isn't it? You and I shouldn't be like this. It's them who are hollow. They made us this way, and then they died. How is it fair that we're the ones picking up the pieces now?"
also. somno. oprah gif.
Should I Wade No More - i really don't think anyone cares about this fic except for me, which is a shame, because in some ways, it feels like me at my best. unreliable narrator. ghosts. choosing to haunt yourself. threats of murder as flirting. having a mentor figure who you worship and want to fuck and also want to kill soo bad. we are the only people in the world who understand each other. if i kill you, then don't i carry you with me for the rest of my life? and isn't that, really, what love is?
To Shear, to Skin - i think i mentioned this to autumn before, but i think this is the first thing i wrote that i actually thought was good. somewhere north of two million words written at that point, and this was the result. i put a lot of myself into this fic, too, which i don't normally do. the extended metaphor might be a bit heavy handed at times, but i like it a lot. soo so many headcanons that i just made up. doomed siblings learning to trust one another. learning to be a family outside of their mother's shadow. you might think you're a bad person, but you are so desperate not to be your mother that you braid your sister's hair and tuck her into bed every night. what are you, really? the answer is, and has always been, a sister.
What Real Human Beings Do - the odd one out, maybe, but i am quite fond of this weird little fic. wrote it at work. lol. the dissociation, the identity issues only exacerbated by the italics and form of the text itself. they haunt you, but is that because they hate you or the opposite? they are loyal. they are a part of you. if you hate what they've made you, what's left? what else are you? i also just really really like the ending.
If I were the one who died, you tell your sister, I wouldn't have come back to haunt you. In the mirror, Emilie shakes her head, disappointed. "Then that just means you don't love me like I love you." Behind her, your husband cocks his gun in agreement.
