For the spotify top 100 fic, how about John/Augustine and your #4 song? Or a different song on your list if that one doesn't fit well :)
For spotify top 100 fic meme! (Still taking these!) A little under 500 words. Warning for mentions of suicide, alcohol.
Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
Augustine finds him on the roof, standing near the edge and humming a song he can't make out.
They're still adapting to living under this… dome of flesh and bone. There's not much to see outside, so he didn't expect him to be out here, in the dark that stinks like a slaughterhouse. When Augustine realized, sometime past midnight—so they'd been drinking for at least twelve hours—that he couldn't see John, he'd gotten worried. He'd looked everywhere in the facility, his beer-hazy panic growing slowly, until he tried the roof.
John turns around slowly as Augustine walks in his direction. His hummed song ends abruptly as Augustine gets closer, and Augustine stops with a few metres between them.
Even in the dark, John's eyes are bright.
"I needed some air," he says, before Augustine can say anything. Augustine exhales.
"I thought you might've fallen off," he says. "How much were you drinking?"
"Not enough for that." John takes his hands out of the pockets of his sweats, and puts them back in, a nervous gesture. "Did you think I was going to jump?"
It hadn't even occurred to him. John bringing it up himself sends a bolt of fear through Augustine, but he just forces a smile. "No. Who knows what would happen if you died? Maybe this would dissolve and we'd all end up arrested. You wouldn't do that."
"No, I wouldn't," John agrees. He turns away, looking at the wall again. It's lit up by the floodlights outside the facility, but only from the bottom. Tall shadows are cast on the wall. It's creepy.
Augustine knows he shouldn't—knows it's a pointless question—but he still asks it. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," John says, exactly as Augustine expected. He pauses for a long moment. "Did I fuck this up?"
"Fuck what up?"
He gestures broadly enough to encompass the meat wall and the facility. "All of this."
Augustine has had about three too many beers and nowhere near enough sleep. He's not in his right mind for this conversation. "What's done is done, man."
John laughs softly. "That's a diplomatic answer." He turns around and walks past Augustine, their shoulders brushing on John's way to the door back to the facility. The brief touch leaves Augustine wanting more. John stops, his hand on the door handle, and Augustine just looks at him.
"I know we can't go back," he says, "but I'm nostalgic, I guess."
Augustine thinks of a lot of things at once when he says that. The first discovery of John's powers. The early days of their work together. Their late nights in college. The taste of John's mouth, seasoned with beer and cigarettes.
There was a time when he thought he was in love.
"Go to bed," Augustine says through numb lips.
John smiles. "Goodnight." He resumes his humming, and vanishes.
It takes four cigarettes for Augustine to feel human enough to go back inside.
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6 ⧽. if you were to write a part two/sequel to a fic, what fic would you want to write it for?
Hm, not counting anything I have current plans to write a sequel for.... I don't know what happens after the end of it, but prize (book Raybins, Stebbins uses his wish to save Garraty's life) is a fic I wrote for 3 sentence ficathon, and the possibilities of what happens next are really interesting. don't let me hit the ground (movie Gavries, they escape the Walk together) also has intriguing possibilities, but I wrote it so long ago and got so fixated on the book in specific that I don't think it's likely I'll go back to it.
13 ⧽. do you have any writing projects/goals/plans you're working on/want to work on?
HA. DO I EVER. I am still working a lot on Quantum Entanglement part two (I need to put it in a series to make it clear it's a part one lol) and that's really the main one. I think at this point I've made it through the majority of the plot, minus a few scenes, and and once I finish my current sidequest I'll go back to that and try to get to the end so I can edit it as a whole. I'm hoping it will be an easier process than I had with part one, which I finished at the end of November and started posting in April, lol.
Other than that, I have a 50k Danganronpa draft that I finished in October 2023 and for a variety of reasons wasn't able to go back and edit at the time, and I'm hoping to publish that too; a friend is working on a beta, but I'm not feeling super rushed about it. Ideally I'd like to start posting it before 2x2 drops, but we don't even have a release date yet so that's not much time pressure.
3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
Ooh, I'm discovering I'm not really a rewatch person, so this is kind of a hard question! The first three that came to me off the top of my head: The Handmaiden, Glass Onion, Freaky.
fave song at the moment?
The top of my On Repeat is 27 by Fall Out Boy so let's go with that!
Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?
Timed sprints and writing out plot stuff on paper.
Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.
Honestly, I never really abandon ideas; I might stop working on it, but it's still on a gdoc somewhere waiting for my return to that fandom/being in the mood again/whatever.
Actually, no, any ship fic I've ever started writing with Cam. I love Cam, but trying to write her makes me feel like everything I've ever written is garbage.
How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?
Answered! Although I just realized I didn't answer the second part of the question. For a recent one, my resurrected heart beats brick red is from a poem. I don't know anything else about the poem but it came up when I was searching for titles for a writing exchange requiring the word red in the title, and I tucked it away for a couple of years before a fic that worked came up.
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Ooh, I've got two out of three! I'll give you short paragraphs, because that's more fun:
Book, from my Izzy Hands hanahaki WIP:
Stede fucking Bonnet’s stupid fucking boat is full of stupid fucking frivolous shit. Fuckin’ paintings and marmalade and unnecessary little trinkets and books. Izzy’s sure that’s why his damn cough has gotten worse; that shit gathers dust.
And hand, from my smutty Ed/Stede roleplay WIP:
Ed’s hand is on its way to his collar when he remembers he’s meant to be a prudish lordling, not an experienced pirate with his cock already at half-mast. He clutches his shirt to his chest. “No, I—I think I’ll keep it on. Captain.” He lets himself shrink back against the bales, eyes wide and vulnerable.
