hes, they/them, resident idea goblin. below the cut is my rather extensive list of fanfics and fanfic wips, listed in PURE alphabetical order. each one is formatted as name | fandom | ao3/link | summary. i'll TRY to tag posts with appropriate fic: (name) tags but frankly i'm lucky to remember i have a tumblr i can post to.
the fics whose names are in RED are currently on ao3. titles in [brackets] have no proper titles
everything else can be assumed as a WIP or stalling cause that adhd hyperfixation got me by the throat. also fair warning a LOT of these are OCs or Self-Inserts (SIs) in some way. focuses heavily on non-romantic relationships since im aromantic and dont give a fuck. feel free to send in asks
ALL SELF INSERTS ARE ASSUMED TO USE THEY/THEM PRONOUNS UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED.
LAST UPDATED: Feb 19 2025
(Probably) Shouldn't Be Winging It | Star Wars | ao3 | (crack treated REALLY seriously) SI wakes up as Sheev motherfuckin' Palpatine during the latter half of the Clone Wars. Chaos ensues.
A Half-Assed Accidental Assassination + Falsify Your Bravery | Star Wars | ao3 | Accidental Assassination is a crack oneshot where an SI intern "accidentally" overbooks Palpatine, prompting him to have a heart attack. Falsify Your Bravery is the much-too-serious longform counterpart.
Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din | Star Wars + Supernatural | Mandalorian!Winchesters
Biting the Hand | Supernatural | ao3 | Sam and Dean and Castiel time travel from S15 to pre-canon, only to wind up sharing one body between the three of them.
Bravery Buried Deep | ASOIAF | ao3 | Aerys dies in 273 AC, leaving Rhaella as queen regent to a 14-year-old Rhaegar.
Broken Nail 'verse | Supernatural | ao3 | SI/OC slaps plum dunk into the middle of the Stanford Era. Only a few minor meltdowns required.
Crossing the Gap | Naruto | ao3 | Senju Itama crawls out of a grave to find his family vanished and his brothers' faces carved into a familiar cliffside.
Drown Out the Stars | Star Wars | ao3 | Trilla/Cal roleswap. Inspired by @stealingpotatoes's artwork.
Embers Rekindled | ASOIAF | ao3 | Aegon the Unlikely hatches dragons at Summerhall - pity he doesn't survive it.
Garden and Grave | ASOIAF | ao3 | Rhaella's children survive AU. And i mean all of them. seriously.
Get Your Hands Dirty | Star Wars | ao3 | Jedi Survivor/Kenobi. Cal Kestis crash lands on Daiyu instead of Koboh, leaving everyone rather confused. But especially Obi-Wan, who thought all the other Jedi were dead.
Honey and Wildfire | Naruto | ao3 | (Crack) SI/OC as a daughter of the Fire Daimyo that marries… Uchiha Madara?!?
In Thousands of Agonies | Star Wars | ao3 | Boba/Omega roleswap. Jango Fett has a daughter instead of a son, and Nala Se's assistant is a normal clone - almost.
Malicious Compliance | Star Wars | ao3 | SI/OC as a Clone Commander assigned to Pong Krell. Nothing ever goes well.
Not Our Grave | ASOIAF | ao3 | The Stark siblings time travel body fusion AU.
Patron Saints | ASOIAF | ao3 | The Faith of the Seven doesn't have sainthood or martyrdom, but there's something powerful about belief.
Polyphony | Supernatural | ao3 | Sense8 AU. Sam's generation of special children have a very special connection indeed.
Psalm 70:5 | Supernatural | ao3 | After the events of season 11, Chuck and Amara decide it's time to shake things up - by putting Sam, Dean, Castiel, and the absolutely not dead Adam in charge of Heaven. Meanwhile, Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel, and a newly-resurrected Raphael find themselves human and stranded on Earth.
Reflection | ASOIAF | ao3 | Resonant 'verse by @syndrossi | Robb Stark wakes up stranded almost two hundred years in the past after a jaunt to Summerhall.
Rising from the Ashes | ASOIAF | ao3 - currently in Pt 1, the Burning Comes First | Si/OC as Aemon Targaryen, twin to Rhaella Targaryen during the reign of Aegon the Unlikely. Unfortunately, foreknowledge isn't the only thing they need to try and save the realm.
Semper Fi | Star Wars | ao3 | Beyond: Two Souls AU, where Fives quite literally haunts Echo.
The Edge of Danger | Star Wars | ao3 | On Mandalore, Ahsoka listens to Maul. Shit hits the fan anyway.
The Hanged Man | Naruto | ao3 | SI as Hatake Sakumo around the time of his canonical death.
The Miraculous Task of Living | Star Wars | ao3 | Si/OC but two! A pair of friends wake up as Jedi initiates as The Phantom Menace starts to unfold out of their reach.
This Wreckage of Stars | ASOIAF | ao3 | Omegaverse AU, viewed from an intensely worldbuilding lens.
Under the Shattered Sky | Star Wars | ao3 | Anakin Skywalker is sold by Watto a few years too early to meet the Jedi meant to save him. Instead he meets a feverish SI/OC who can't speak a lick of Basic. Somehow, they manage to plot a hostile takeover anyway.
We All Owe Death a Life | ASOIAF | ao3 | Self Insert mini-series, lots and lots of worldbuilding
[Anidala Roleswap] | Star Wars | ao3 | Padme Naberrie is found as Force sensitive and brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant at a young age, while Anakin Skywalker leads a slave revolt by age 12 and somehow winds up as Tattooine's senator.
[Daenys the Dreamer] | ASOIAF | ao3 | A fic focusing on Daenys, her dragon dreams, and her immediate family before the Doom of Valyria. Lots and lots and lots of worldbuilding.
i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain
Anyone else hate when people try to say Jody was a mother figure to Sam and Dean? The guys she talked about porn with, and co parented Claire with?
Just because she's older than them (not old enough to be their mom though, unlike Ellen) and brainwashed Mary said something about their closeness does not make her a mother figure.
Tucker, the cat behind Lady Normalgirl’s noble eunuch, passed away on Tuesday morning.
From about the time I could talk, I dreamed of having a pet cat — and when I was ten, that dream finally came true. But in all my tiny child dreaming, I don’t think I could have imagined a cat better than Tucker. He’s been my constant companion for the last thirteen years, through all the best and worst bits of my life and as much as I know it’s good he’s no longer in pain, it seems very wrong that I have to do this next worst bit without him.
I’m thankful that we were able to spend so long together (even if it doesn’t feel quite long enough) and I’m so very grateful that over the last year and a bit I was able to share him with all of you. Knowing that he will be remembered so far and wide means more than I can really express. He definitely knew how insanely much I loved him (and I know how much he loved me back), but I’d like to think he knew how much so many of you loved him and how much joy his noble likeness’s comics brought so many people. While I know I will never stop missing him and that my sadness might never truly go away, it will always be a comfort to know my little cat has left behind such a grand legacy of love and happiness.
Writing is lonely in a specific way that is hard to explain to people who don't do it. not lonely like isolated. lonely like you are trying to build a bridge to another human consciousness using only words on a page and you will never actually know if you got there.
You send the thing out and maybe someone reads it and something moves in them and they have no way to tell you exactly what moved or why and you have no way to know if it was the thing you meant or something else entirely.
You're working in permanent uncertainty about whether any of it lands. and you keep going anyway. you have to develop this strange faith in the act itself, in the value of the attempt separate from the outcome, because if you need confirmation every time you sit down you will never sit down.
Most of the writing happens in a silence that never fully gets broken. you learn to be okay in that silence or you don't last.
Back when I was a Resonant-writing fiend (aka my 1K+/day era), the NaNoWriMo site was such a key piece in staying motivated/on track. I loved the progress logging and charts. I had stopped by the time it closed up shop, but I'm feeling all nostalgic today. Does anyone have something similar that they swear by? I'm such a stats-motivated person when it comes to things like this. 😂 Though another big piece was just seeing the pile of writing build up: tiny at first, then hitting 20K, 40K, 60K, etc.
Per @ahesperidae's suggestion, I made a TrackBear account to try tracking things. And it lets you publicly share your progress! So interested parties can check out my profile to follow along (no login needed). I made an initial goal to hit 24,000 words in 30 days.
Don't give me too much credit for the "day one" progress of 1500. That was mostly pre-existing word count prior to starting, but I wanted to capture existing "unposted Resonant writing" in the 24,000 goal.
This seems to have vibed with a lot of folks, so as encouragement: after posting this, I did in fact write a whole chapter. So you can do it too! You ARE capable of putting sentences together!
Is adding donation links in fics okay? Like fic ends, writer says that if readers want to they can donate money, and then they donate if they wish?
no. that is against ao3’s terms of service.
anything that involves money is against their site’s terms of service. doesn’t matter if it’s commission or donation or anything. on ao3, you cannot mention or link anything that involves money.
One of my favorite tricks for designing alien species/cultures is to take a real animal with an interesting lifecycle and think about what that biology would translate to if they had human intelligence
Because the moths themselves don’t eat and only live long enough to mate and then starve to death, the entire culture is made up of children and adolescents. The older children raise the younger ones, with families being made up of hatchmates from different years.
Because molts and eventual transformation into a short lived adult happen on a set schedule, families have a cycle— when your oldest set of siblings cocoon to become adults, you wait at the mating grounds and try to adopt their newborns after they pass. If that fails, you take any ‘orphans’ you can find.
Because death and birth are nearly simultaneous, they have a religion based around reincarnation, and infants with markings similar to a parent are often given their name. Claiming the offspring of a beloved family member is vitally important, because you want to be able to protect their soul and keep them close.
Because it’s hard to track the offspring of your male family members, there are sometimes major fights when a family sees an infant with familiar markings in another family’s clutch.
Between mating seasons, their culture is extremely food-oriented, because everyone is growing and silkworms eat nigh constantly. They spend most of their lives outdoors but sleep and shelter from bad weather in large family dwellings made from wood and the remains of the silk cocoons of prior generations.
I was reading the premise behind @jay-rayart 's FLY, and while I'm not a Black boy, I couldn't help but read it and remember a thought process I had a few years ago and how that premise scratched that precise itch that it felt like... I wasn't allowed to vocalize properly at the time.
In my young adulthood, I was a My Hero fan (yeah, I know. Ended up dropping it anyway.) But one common discourse was always "Deku should have stayed quirkless, the story would have been objectively better, we could have seen ourselves in it, blah blah". And while that argument itself means nothing to me anymore (I can see why people wanted it), I remember thinking... Maybe for YALL that would have felt more representative!
But me? And for a lot of Black kids that became Black adults watching stories with superpowered beings? Getting superpowers, being invested in by someone you looked up to, in a society that don't give a shit about you and actively disenfranchises you is the dream fr. I'm almost 30 years old and I imagine it everyday. God knows I probably wouldn't be a Morally Good™ Hero 😅 but I would start addressing some societal issues real quick 🤣
To have the power to DO something against your odds, in a way that changes the playing field, that you don't have to always be scared and outmatched, bc I can fly, bc I'm bulletproof, bc I got the kamehameha... Yeah, I do want the Black kids to see something like that. Even if it's just for a little bit of an escape. That's why I loved Spiderverse so much.
Idk, it used to bug me in the same way that people complaining about Black women being romantic interests bugs me. Where it's like, yeah I bet these sorts of stories ARE overrated to you, because you've always been able to see yourself on screen in them. Yeah, Batman is boring as shit because there's been fifty white Batmen depicted (but God forbid we get a Black one and it'll defy the purity of the story 🙄)
I suppose my point is, everyone's experiences aren't universal. The stories everyone needs to feed their spirit are not universal. Perhaps we ought to think about that when we write (I got some suggestions 👀). Also, thanks to @jay-rayart - even if you didn't mean to- for that validation, years later. I'm happy you're here, creating 🙏🏾
(and yes I know those characters are Japanese and not white. I assure you, the projection of whiteness onto anime characters is real and quite ubiquitous.)
There used to be a lot of activities that took place around a populated area like a village or town, which you would encounter before you reached the town itself. Most of those crafts have either been eliminated in the developed world or now take place out of view on private land, and so modern authors don't think of them when creating fantasy worlds or writing historical fiction. I think that sprinkling those in could both enrich the worlds you're writing in and, potentially, add useful plot devices.
For example, your travelers might know that they're near civilization when they start finding trees in the woods that have been tapped, for pitch or for sap. They might find a forester's trap line and trace it back to his hut to get medical care. Maybe they retrace the passage of a peasant and his pig out hunting for truffles. If they're coming along a coast, maybe your travelers come across the pools where sea water is dried down to salt, or the furnaces where bog iron ore is smelted.
Maybe they see a column of smoke and follow it to the house-sized kilns of a potter's yard where men work making bricks or roof tiles. From miles away they could smell the unmistakeable odor of pine sap being rendered down into pitch, and follow that to a village. Or they hear the flute playing of a shepherd boy whiling away the hours in the high pasture.
They could find the clearing where the charcoal burners recently broke down an earth kiln, and follow the hoof prints and drag marks of their horse and sledge as they hauled the charcoal back to civilization. Or follow the sound of metal on stone to a quarry or gravel pit. Maybe they know they're nearly to town when they come across a clay bank with signs of recent clay gathering.
Of course around every town and city there will be farms, more densely packed the closer you are. But don't just think of fields of grains or vegetables. Think of managed woodlands, like maybe trees coppiced-- cut and then regrown--to customize the shape or size of the branches. Cows being grazed in a communal green. Waiting as a huge flock of ducks is driven across the road. Orchards in bloom.
If they're approaching by road, there will be things best done out of town. The threshing floor where grain is beaten with flails or run through crushing wheels to separate the grain from its casing, and then winnowed, using the wind to carry away the chaff. Laundresses working in the river, their linens bleaching on the grass at the drying yard. The stench of the tanners, barred from town for stinking so badly. The rushing wheel-race and great creaking wheel of the flour mill.
If it's a larger town, there might be a livestock market outside the gates, with goats milling in woven willow pens or chickens in wooden cages. Or a line of horses for the wealthier buyer or your desperate travelers. There might be a red light district, escaping the regulations of the city proper, or plain old slums. More industrial yards, like the yards where fabric is dyed (these might also smell quite bad, like rotting plant material, or urine).
There are so many things that preindustrial people did and would find familiar that we just don't know about now. So much of life was lived out in the open for anyone to see. Make your world busy and loud and colorful!
The coppice and pollard systems are one of my favorite pre-modern things, it's just so visually unique and sensible, but most people haven't heard about it.
When you coppice, you cut the tree close to the ground, so only the trunk is left, then the tree puts out fairly straight shoots that are great for firewood. They would typically have these trees harvested on rotation so new trees would be ready every year.
This is a coppiced tree:
When you pollard, you cut the tree to the trunk, but higher, and let the branches grow for longer. They'll be be nice and straight (depending on species) with fewer knots, and suitable to various crafts without much need to work the wood. Sadly seems to be etymologically unrelated to "pole", though the branches from these trees were used to make poles. Part of why you do this instead of coppicing is that the shoots are out of reach of animals.
This is a pollarded tree:
It's very likely that you'd see something like this as a sign of civilization as you came toward a town or village, depending on the species of tree that they have available, though note that this is something you do when you have a timeline of many years, rather than something you set up for the year after.
Also! It’s not just firewood you get from coppice (although that is a useful way of having a sustainable supply). (Also, if it was going to end up burned, it was just as likely to be used in charcoal production, which was necessary for metalwork, and other high-heat processes.)
It gives you the withies for wattle and daub and fencing, basket making(which was really important - like a lot of stuff would have been wickerwork in the past, including things like furniture and fish traps), the hurdles for thatching, supports for agricultural use, poles for fencing and housing, the wood for furniture, materials for tool handles, and household items (wooden spoons, buckets, barrels). Ash gave you the shafts for arrows, and oak was used for the timbers for ships!
Also, historically, metal and fabric were expensive and a high energy things to produce - whereas wood was renewable, easily workable, and came pre-made*. As such, a lot more of the world was made of wood - buckets, machinery, etc (Have you ever seen a hazel lathe? So fucking cool.) Even things like whisks or washing up tools were often made of wood. And while a small remote, community might just be able to cut down a tree when they need wood - for a larger population, your source needs to be renewable.
Hence the coppice. (And the pollarding.)
* Also, I know wood working takes a lot of work - historically, everything took a lot of work - but weaving the seat of a chair from hazel switches or willow withies is a lot lower intensity than the carding/spinning/weaving to make one out of fabric, OR carving one out of solid wood.
There used to be a lot of activities that took place around a populated area like a village or town, which you would encounter before you reached the town itself. Most of those crafts have either been eliminated in the developed world or now take place out of view on private land, and so modern authors don't think of them when creating fantasy worlds or writing historical fiction. I think that sprinkling those in could both enrich the worlds you're writing in and, potentially, add useful plot devices.
For example, your travelers might know that they're near civilization when they start finding trees in the woods that have been tapped, for pitch or for sap. They might find a forester's trap line and trace it back to his hut to get medical care. Maybe they retrace the passage of a peasant and his pig out hunting for truffles. If they're coming along a coast, maybe your travelers come across the pools where sea water is dried down to salt, or the furnaces where bog iron ore is smelted.
Maybe they see a column of smoke and follow it to the house-sized kilns of a potter's yard where men work making bricks or roof tiles. From miles away they could smell the unmistakeable odor of pine sap being rendered down into pitch, and follow that to a village. Or they hear the flute playing of a shepherd boy whiling away the hours in the high pasture.
They could find the clearing where the charcoal burners recently broke down an earth kiln, and follow the hoof prints and drag marks of their horse and sledge as they hauled the charcoal back to civilization. Or follow the sound of metal on stone to a quarry or gravel pit. Maybe they know they're nearly to town when they come across a clay bank with signs of recent clay gathering.
Of course around every town and city there will be farms, more densely packed the closer you are. But don't just think of fields of grains or vegetables. Think of managed woodlands, like maybe trees coppiced-- cut and then regrown--to customize the shape or size of the branches. Cows being grazed in a communal green. Waiting as a huge flock of ducks is driven across the road. Orchards in bloom.
If they're approaching by road, there will be things best done out of town. The threshing floor where grain is beaten with flails or run through crushing wheels to separate the grain from its casing, and then winnowed, using the wind to carry away the chaff. Laundresses working in the river, their linens bleaching on the grass at the drying yard. The stench of the tanners, barred from town for stinking so badly. The rushing wheel-race and great creaking wheel of the flour mill.
If it's a larger town, there might be a livestock market outside the gates, with goats milling in woven willow pens or chickens in wooden cages. Or a line of horses for the wealthier buyer or your desperate travelers. There might be a red light district, escaping the regulations of the city proper, or plain old slums. More industrial yards, like the yards where fabric is dyed (these might also smell quite bad, like rotting plant material, or urine).
There are so many things that preindustrial people did and would find familiar that we just don't know about now. So much of life was lived out in the open for anyone to see. Make your world busy and loud and colorful!
The coppice and pollard systems are one of my favorite pre-modern things, it's just so visually unique and sensible, but most people haven't heard about it.
When you coppice, you cut the tree close to the ground, so only the trunk is left, then the tree puts out fairly straight shoots that are great for firewood. They would typically have these trees harvested on rotation so new trees would be ready every year.
This is a coppiced tree:
When you pollard, you cut the tree to the trunk, but higher, and let the branches grow for longer. They'll be be nice and straight (depending on species) with fewer knots, and suitable to various crafts without much need to work the wood. Sadly seems to be etymologically unrelated to "pole", though the branches from these trees were used to make poles. Part of why you do this instead of coppicing is that the shoots are out of reach of animals.
This is a pollarded tree:
It's very likely that you'd see something like this as a sign of civilization as you came toward a town or village, depending on the species of tree that they have available, though note that this is something you do when you have a timeline of many years, rather than something you set up for the year after.
Also! It’s not just firewood you get from coppice (although that is a useful way of having a sustainable supply). (Also, if it was going to end up burned, it was just as likely to be used in charcoal production, which was necessary for metalwork, and other high-heat processes.)
It gives you the withies for wattle and daub and fencing, basket making(which was really important - like a lot of stuff would have been wickerwork in the past, including things like furniture and fish traps), the hurdles for thatching, supports for agricultural use, poles for fencing and housing, the wood for furniture, materials for tool handles, and household items (wooden spoons, buckets, barrels). Ash gave you the shafts for arrows, and oak was used for the timbers for ships!
Also, historically, metal and fabric were expensive and a high energy things to produce - whereas wood was renewable, easily workable, and came pre-made*. As such, a lot more of the world was made of wood - buckets, machinery, etc (Have you ever seen a hazel lathe? So fucking cool.) Even things like whisks or washing up tools were often made of wood. And while a small remote, community might just be able to cut down a tree when they need wood - for a larger population, your source needs to be renewable.
Hence the coppice. (And the pollarding.)
* Also, I know wood working takes a lot of work - historically, everything took a lot of work - but weaving the seat of a chair from hazel switches or willow withies is a lot lower intensity than the carding/spinning/weaving to make one out of fabric, OR carving one out of solid wood.
