#wip folder asks

(ask me about the contents of my wip folder)

i am always down to throw out random claws facts~

fun fact number one! the names of all the demons and where i stole them from:

- spider → Arachnis (adapted from arachnid) - moth → Mohden (adapted from the Old English Northumbrian mohde) - centipede → Hunterada (adapted from the proto-Germanic hundarada, hypothesised to be an early word for hundred (hunda (hundred) rada(count)) - worms → Vermeste (adapted from the name of an obsolete taxon used by carolus linnaeus and jean-baptiste lamarck for all non-arthropod invertebrates) - wasp → Guespen (adapted from Old French guespe, which became current French guêpe (wasp)) wasp took forever because all the old words for wasp that i could find initially were just. wasp. but spelt slightly different. wasps were always wasps, apparently

fun fact number two! for draft 2 i'm reworking Alice to be more Pacted (the way i kinda initially wanted her, but she didn't come out exactly right), and her new Pact stuff is very fun:

Pacted to Hunterada. Sacrificed [redacted] and gifted her [TBD] in exchange for fortune. Hunterada drops manifestations out of her, that are constantly growing inside her new organ, to be able to manipulate reality in small ways around her so she can always get what she wants (like making people passing want to come into her club, not the next one down the road; to click on her video, not ignore it; for people who buy her sludge to always avoid getting caught.)

For you, a lil snippet of the next Aaron chapter that I'm currently working on!

I will say, to avoid Misleading the Audience™, Aaron is NOT interacting with Lillian in this scene. He's being naughty.

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“You must forgive my absent-mindedness," Aaron chuckled softly, swirling his wine as he leaned back against the alcove wall. "I seem to be rather distracted this afternoon.”

Her smile was warm and sweet as she turned to place the decanter on the central dining table behind her. "No apology necessary, Your Highness. Though, if you are troubled, I could always fetch you something stronger.”

A faint sway in her hips drew his attention like a moth to flame. He lazily traced the subtle curve of her backside as she lingered there, like she was daring him to look. 

“No need,” he muttered, low and smooth. “You are already proving to be a far more pleasant distraction than any strong drink.”

Would love to know what 'babysitting Sorcery' is about! 💖

[WIP Folder asks]

It started here on tumblr, it's basically an AU where Shoto doesn't want to be a hero, so when Aizawa says "the one with the worst results will be expelled" Shouto went "bet"

“Todoroki. Take this seriously before I expel you.”

Shouto looked straight at him. Did his teacher not want to expel him? Maybe he should step up his game.

He caught the ball that was thrown his way with his left hand and let go of the fire always raging within him.

“Oops.” He looked straight at his teacher when the ball’s ashes flew out of his hand. “I seem to have lost control of my quirk.”

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“This was a logical ruse.”

As usual, the class erupted in sighs of relief – except for one person.

Shouta zeroed his gaze on Todoroki with disbelief. Out of all of his years of making the same test on the first day, this was the first student who really looked like he was disappointed to not have been expelled.

This is mostly crack, and feature some good Shinsou & Todoroki friendship (one want in the hero course, the other want out, so really this makes sense), Aizawa being unable to expell Shoto because of Endeavour's influence, Shoto spending half his time in general course class "because I've been expelled, sir" while a badly disguised Shinsou is taking his place in 1A.

Hi AJ! I was hoping you’d come by and ask about our beloved knitter!eddie. ☺️

It’s turning into a big emotions, even bigger love sort of story. I found a nice 😌 knitterly bit just for you.

“Ooh, new project, Eddie?” Hen smiled.

It took everything within him not to jump. The soft beige skein and circular needles with three long rows of stitches was under the latest issue to Vogue Knitting and the decoy sock project.

“Another pair of socks for Buck.” Eddie’s face settled into a soft smile as his mind supplied an image of how handsome his husband would look in them. With the baby.

“That boy would freeze without you,” she teased.

Hey there! I was hoping to see you. :) Thank you for the ask.

This one was another popular one. To the two anons, I got you right here.

The sentence starter asks a few months back got the ball rolling on this. It starts with Jack waking up in a nondescript room and Mac getting dragged in unconscious. Who/what/when/where remains a mystery for a while....until the pieces come together and the guys figure out Murdoc is behind it.

Here’s a small piece.

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In their partnership, it wasn’t the first time Jack had to turn Mac over while unsure of a spinal cord injury. But, encased in their bland prison, it was clear he couldn’t wait for an exfil med team—more importantly Mac couldn’t. Jack running practiced hands over his partner’s body checking for injury, anything signaling that moving Mac would be ill-advised.

He worked down with the professionalism of someone who didn’t just play a doctor on tv. Jack paused, his mind’s eye working down the checklist that was in his head. ABCs. Spine. Injuries. Consciousness. He was slow, but efficient; keeping a one-sided dialogue to sooth while telling Mac what he was doing.

“You know what this reminds me of? Moscow. Boris and Natasha kept us for a week before Patty located us. “Sorry bud, you probably don’t wanna think about that.” Jack shuttered as he remembered the sideways mission from five years before. The similarities scared him – being held captive, silent lackies with big muscles, and Mac beat to hell while he was mostly unharmed. He realized the memory’s surface halted his examination, and started again, “We’re getting out of here soon, Mac, I promise.”

As bones dipped and shifted with slight pressure given, his gut clenched, then dropped just like riding a rollercoaster. Damn. Somebody had worked Mac over good; breaking at least four ribs. His fingers stopped at the raised heat located where Mac’s kidneys were. Jack delicately pulled his partner’s dress shirt up and swore, finding Mac’s lower back painted in developing bruises.

All throughout Jack’s examination, Mac remained unconscious.

“Okay, I’m going to flip you over. Do me a favor and don’t wake up during this part, y’hear me?”

Thanks for the ask Starry <3

So, it’s a very long, convoluted idea that I emailed to myself in my sleep (for anyone who doesn’t know, I have a sleep disorder, and finding random emails from myself is fairly common). 😂

Essentially, my sleep brain decided I had to write a fic based on the premise that Durmstrang, Hogwarts and Beauxbatons are all rival small town schools - sort of like your average high school drama, I suppose. It’s a canon-divergent AU, where Dumbledore dies before he takes Harry to the cave to get the horcrux in HBP. So the trio returns to school for 7th year, instead of going on the horcrux hunt and Hermione ends up transferring over to Durmstrang to try and get more information, since they’re more open with knowledge of the Dark Arts. She finds some familiar faces upon her arrival, including Theo, Blaise, Pansy... and McLaggen for whatever reason. Endgame Drarry and Theo/Hermione :) Once I straightened out the plot/outline (which, believe me, was a task in itself sigh), I quickly realized this would be like, epic length and tabled it. I do have a few rough scenes written out though. Snippet for you below :)

ask me something about my WIP folders!

(WIP folder asks)

I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying it! ^__^

This is the fic that has consumed my life since May 2017. It’s also the first proper fic I had written since 2013 (although what I was writing back then couldn’t really be called “fanfic” when it was for an IP I was being paid to work on). @aces-to-apples and @norcumii are delightful enablers. The plotline has undergone about a hundred incremental restructures and rewrites -- it started as RexObi (as per Aces’ original idea) and as far as I could tell would only take a couple years at most to get through. I really had NO idea how deep that rabbit hole was going to go.

I have plans to go back and do a proper editing job on the earlier chapters -- in particular, I think I would add another chapter of Obi-Wan’s time spent with Booster Terrik -- I was just so impatient at the time to get on with the plot that I did that time period something of a disservice. At the same time, I have a constant worry that it’s getting too big for its own good -- that people will have trouble remembering previous events and what happened to catalyze a present situation -- and there’s definitely a few things I would do differently if I were to do a full rewrite.