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But little do you know, at least at first, that you’ve been specifically marked as a kind/safe/helpful person, and that the tinies are actually coming to you when they need help.

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“What the bloody--?!” The spirit shouted, trying to see if he was dreaming by pinching his cheeks. “Dammit, what happened to me!?”

“Tale of a place A deep forest Dark with grace There he lives

Thanks for the ask Ara! Sorry this takes me so long. At least we’re still few hours before the end of year? lol. [from this ask]

1. Favorite Fic You Wrote This Year

It’s ’Leave The Lights On’! It’s my longest fic so far, and the fact that I finished it is one of the reasons I love it - honestly, I’d considered giving it up twice during the creating process for real life reasons, and I’m so glad that I didn’t ditch it in the end.

I also love it for having many characters from the show during the timeframe I chose. It was so fun to plan! Damn hard to write though. I hated me from the planning stage so much while actually writing it. But it’s rewarding to see them be written, too. I like to think that I managed to make their own stories independent enough (having their suspensions and closures etc,) but also have their share of contribution to the main plot so I can say that I did my best not to waste any of them? (Ask me this again a year later lol)

I tried some things in the fic, too, not planned like “I want this effect” in advance, rather like “hey I think maybe I can put sentences this way” seconds before I wrote the part. As someone who just started to use this language to make up stories, I love those tiny parts and no matter whether someone else finds them nice - or finds them at all - those are certainly something I’ll look at and go “hehe” myself. XD

I love those totally unplanned scenes, too. Those I went “Why am I writing this Why WHY ARE YOU ARGUING? There’s NO TIME FOR THIS I got a posting date okay. Do I or ANYONE need a confession scene That long?” while typing and pulling my hair. I’m glad that they exist. Also, unexpected sentences that just came into my head when all I did was putting one sentence after another wondering if those things actually were appealing to read - it was those sentences that came to me voluntarily that convinced me the fic was worth writing. Here’s one of them: “Harold had never been given a chance to say a proper goodbye to his loved ones.” And I really want to share it here because it’s kind of painful and that’s because it’s true and important? Idk, I really love that sentence. :p

12. Favorite Character To Write About This Year

Jessica! <3

I counted my fics, including WIPs, and found that I’ve written her in different scenarios and I love them all. My 2018 writing started as Jessica binge-watching and being domestic with Kara in my Jessikara series. It was a fluffy one-shot about how their life would be like after the resolution of their relationship in another WIP where they’d broken up, and I hadn’t reached the resolution part yet back then. I stuck. I was like ‘OMG I might not reach the part where you are happy noooo can I write something after that to make up for now?’ XD

As for their resolution in said WIP, hey, I finished their part in 2018! *pat self* I mean, there’s still one last chapter (for Rinch and the rest of the main plot) to be done, and there are some parts I don’t feel particularly happy about yet fall short to fix (it’s the most-edit-even-after-posting fic I have, btw). However, among those parts I love, Jessica’s role is definitely on the top of the list. We got two ex-CIA assassins and Harold Finch, yet if we take every plot point apart and look into how one leads to another, it’s her actions that connect the thread leading to a possible resolution. She doesn’t know or care about the big picture. She is ordinary like she doesn’t need to obtain extra skills or talents to make that happen. All she needs is being who she is, meaning doing what she’ll do, and taking a proactive role to own the life she wants, like what she’d done at the airport in the show.

I remembered I was so worried at the planning stage of this WIP because there’d be so much happening in the foreground: Ordos, gosh Mark Snow, Kara being Kara, John and Harold would want to solve things…, but letting Jessica fade into the background and only show up again after Kara confronting Harold and John confronting Kara didn’t feel right to me. So you can see why I truly love how Jessica’s role turned out to be.

I also worked on another Jessikara WIP which was a Hang the DJ AU (from Black Mirror). In that, she wonders whether Kara’s affection toward her is more about Kara’s belief in the System and less about her, that gonna cause problems, but as always (always as in worlds I build anyway :p) she’ll be the one who points a way out for both of them. I quite like her character in it, including her flaws. Finger crossed for me to finish it in 2019!

The only not-happy fic for her is an AU project for Halloween based on the SCP Foundation setting, where characters get turned into objects is one possible ending. Zaniida invited me to join the project because she could use someone who wrote Jessica or Kara, how sweet was that. <3 Anyway, since Jessica’s story connected to the main plot, what happened to her in the show wouldn’t be altered much (or at least for how relevant characters view it from the outside), but anyone who has read this far probably knows by now that my OTP for Jessica is actually Jessica/agency as much as I can possibly give her in a given situation. So, instead of being killed, she 'got stuck,’ which was still terrible - it was a thriller by genre anyway, but she could work her consciousness and will a little. Sometimes that’s where the hope lies, I think. (But oh, that’s still sad. I’m sorry.)

18. Current Number Of WIPs

Haha this. A guilt trip. But actually, I can really take this chance to make my writing plan for 2019 so thanks for picking this out!

I didn’t count those with only an idea but no actual words in a draft, and here they go:

The Hang the DJ AU for Jessikara I mentioned in the previous question, of course. I’m hoping to finish it, if not in time for Femslash February, no later than the middle of this coming year. But it’ll be a long one, so finger crossed!!!

The final chapter of another WIP I mentioned in the previous question, too. Idk why that Rinch resolution part is so hard for me to write? I can read millions of them but why have so much difficulty in writing them? Like, I wrote… three so far? And I’m grabbing from an empty bag from where I might be able to pull out a rabbit, or maybe it’s just an empty bag. Ahhhh.

And there’s another Jessikara WIP where Jessica hates her heels. It’s a one-shot, and I’ve posted part of it on Tumblr before. So it’s proven to me that I can get stuck in a multiple chapter fic, a chapter, and a supposed to be a 1k one-shot.

Then, a translation Rinch fic that brilliantly merged the setting of POI, Inception, and Escape Plan. Hey, I got no progress even in translating too OMG. Is there a WIP bingo? Is there?

Apart from the above POI ones, I also had one WIP for Clare from the Counterpart. It was a monologue about how she was nothing but a shadow and how she married a man she loathed twice. I drafted it when I finished S1, and now S2 has come, and I still haven’t finished it ahhhhhhhh. Is it like I’ve missed a good timing to finish it?

And… four connected one-shots for Miss Sherlock… There are six as a series, and I’ve posted the first two. It felt like great timing to finish and post them all right after the finale, but I’ve missed that timing too. Sign.

✖ - warning: graphic content after the cut. cyril grew up in a brothel so lmao this’ll be interesting. making me write terribly dark shit, smfh.

thanks @blairmoongazer for this great character development opportunity (-;

The low burning candles and thick, blood red curtains covering the windows held the illusion over the brothel of perpetual nighttime. Never yet stepping foot into the crisp Gilnean air, a young Cyril had yet to noticed the thick humidity of sweaty body odor which peeled the wallpaper. There were always hoots and hollers, screams and giggles echoing down the halls. 

He was handed a silver platter by the matron, a skeletal and withered woman, who’s face never changed in expression. Her long, bony fingers delicately placed a vial on the tray as Cyril held it flat for her. He was used to this task. As soon as he’d learned to walk, he learned to deliver. The boy walked down the long hall of rooms, his nine-year-old posture impressively poised as he carried the tray. 

He knocked on the door, surprised to hear no commotion on the other side. Often times, his knocks interrupted giggling and a lady of the house would answer, dressed in loose, lightly colored silk robes. She’d thank him with a strange, playful look in her eyes and disappear back behind the door. He listened closer, pressing his ear to the door and heard quaint crying over the creaking of furniture.

Cyril instantly recognized the woman from her cries. Mum. The young boy knew he was never to open a door and interrupt a Lady of the House–he’d been repeatedly scolded. Avoiding conflict, he gently put the silver tray down at his feet and moved to look through the keyhole. Rather tall for his age–as all the ladies of the house would slyly call him, with that same playful look in their eyes he didn’t understand–he only had to stand slightly only his toes.