I write and sometimes draw. It's rare for me to do either one in a fandom context but I'm hoping to fix that and get more involved in fandom!
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Finally getting around to starting Project Hail Mary which is all well and good except that my copy is printed every so slightly at an angle and it is driving me nuts :,)
[ID: Project Hail Mary fanart. Grace is labeled as being locked in while using a microscope, and a coffee cup labeled as being Stratt's is balanced on his head. Stratt, labeled as having full hands, is simultaneously having a conversation with someone, reading some papers, and writing on a pad that she's balancing on Grace's back. Multiple people are staring at them in perturbment. End ID]
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
[ID. An illustration of stratt and grace from project hail mary during grace's introduction on the vat. Stratt, holding her two coffees, grabs grace's sleeve and says, "this is my scientist. He's very nervous, so please clap." Grace stands stock still next to her, an arrow pointing to him labeled "just threw up". End ID.]
As the needle slides into Neal's elbow, he swears he could feel every molecule of the thin metal. The rushing in his ears becomes impossibly louder and he feels something distinctly off about the whole thing.
He isn't dizzy, he isn't nauseous, just... off.
A warm feeling joins the rushing in his ears and he brings his hand up to block his eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights.
Or at least he tries to.
In his admittedly far-from-optimal state, he misjudges the distance. The side of his palm bounces off his forehead and he jolts slightly in surprise, opening his eyes again.
He can hear an amused snort from one chair over. That would be Peter, distinguished and professional as ever. From slightly below him on the same side, the nurse assigned to him chastises him quietly for moving.
At least, he thinks the guy was quiet. With the rushing in his ears, it's growing difficult to tell.
Neal opens his eyes again and- oh. Oh. Now he's dizzy.
Belatedly, he realizes he should probably say something to somebody. The nurse, ideally, but Peter would do in a pinch.
"Hey uh-" Neal swallows, trying to wet his suddenly-dry mouth. He tries again. "I'm feeling a bit dizzy?"
The nurse at his side looks up. Through the tiny, fuzzy black dots rapidly clouding his vision, Neal can see as the nurse gives him a quick once-over. He shakes his head, looking back down to the phone in his hands. "That's normal, you're fine."
Neal frowns, squeezing his eyes closed when the dots begin to be too much. Nothing about this was "fine".
Time does a weird squiggly thing, jolting forward in a skip and a jump. He doesn't lose consciousness, not really, but he certainly zoned out for a moment. Feebly, Neal tries to lift his head from where it's lolled against his shoulder.
The black dots are quickly clouding his vision, blocking out everything but a few patchy sections. Oh, he's definitely screwed now. He tries again to get the nurse's attention -- afterall, its only polite to warn him about what's about to happen.
"Hey, I think-" he licks his lips. "I'm gonna pass out."
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
Shoutout to Lockwood hiring Kipps as a major step in deciding to live ‼️ Knowing Kipps was just overprotective of agents and that’s what bothered him about Lockwood ‼️ Realizing Lucy wanted him alive and literally hiring a guy to call him out for being reckless ‼️
Shout out to Kipps for beefing with a teenager and immediately shelving his pride to work for and nearly die for said teenager ‼️
Okay here's what I'm currently working on fic-wise. If anyone's interested in any of them please let me know because I desperately need motivation 🥲
White Collar: Gen, Neal whump, light Angst. Neal and Peter have an argument and Peter leaves Neal in the car with the window cracked while he quickly checks out a new crime scene. Or it was supposed to be quick. He ends up running into an old friend and loses track of time while Neal slowly roasts in the car, not wanting to jeopardize things further by escaping at first and then too out of it to try later. Peter has an "oh shit" moment after his friend asks about Neal and runs out to free him and call an ambulance. Heat exhaustion, bordering heat stroke. They talk at the hospital and make up :)
White Collar: Slash, crack-ish, drabble. Sara and Neal are getting spicy and foreplay includes them talking about Neal's past adventures. Neal keeps interjecting with "allegedly" and Sara gets a bit annoyed but all very light-hearted. Titled "No babe, the allegedly stays on during sex."
The Pitt: Gen, angst, Langdon sickfic. Post Rehab, but kind of an AU of season 2-ish. Some sort of stomach bug is going around the Pitt and one by one folks start dropping. They end up understaffed (more than usual) and Langdon is finally moved from chairs to actually being in the main part of the Pitt. He manages to avoid getting sick at first but is slowly running himself into the ground in an attempt to prove himself to Robby, who is still giving him the cold shoulder. All of his usual allies are out sick or too busy to notice when he does start to get ill. Titled "Carry on, Langdon" after that MASH episode.
White Collar: Gen, 5+1 format, Neal sickfic. Basically a 5+1 times Neal called in sick + one time he didn't or Neal lied about being sick + one time he didn't or something similar. Still undecided. One of them is after Kate and Peter kind of knows he's not sick but doesn't say anything because he figures Neal needs the time anyways.
White Collar: Gen, drugged!Neal, light angst. On an op Neal is meant to be pretending to drink/be drunk but not actually consume any alcohol. After the bust Peter finds him out of it and gets pissed that Neal drank anyways and sends him to wait in the van until they're done. He's a bit distracted by personal stuff and doesn't realize how out of character this all is for Neal (but ohohoh he realizes later). He runs into Diana who was inside with Neal posing as a bartender and she asks where Neal is. Peter rants about Neal being drunk and Diana says she didn't serve him any alcohol, just straight coke under the guise of it being a coke and rum. Ruh-roh moment. They race out to find Neal half-moping, half-miserable in the van with Jones way out of his element. Suspect had drugged Neal for whatever reason and after being checked by medics, Peter takes him home to sleep it off and makes him guilt pancakes that El subtly tosses and switches for something actually edible.
[GIF Description: Three GIFs showing Mel King and Frank Langdon from The Pitt. They are talking outside in the ambulance bay.
GIF 1: Frank asks Mel, "Are you Becca's legal guardian?"
GIF 2: Mel responds, "No, I have durable power of attorney, but we did this thing called "supportive decision making" where she can m- make her own... decisions..."
obsessed with guarded characters (reluctantly) falling sleep around another character(s), showing how much they trust them to put themselves in a position of absolute vulnerability, unwavering faith that they'll be protected and guarded while they recharge, the submission of being alert unfamiliar and strange in their chest, not used to being safe or away from danger enough to get proper rest, looking years younger when they fall asleep, the other characters fiercely always nearby and keeping the quiet around for them just a little while longer
Literally no one in the friend group aside from Aang knows Zuko was the Blue Spirit
So do you think... they're just hanging out in the palace post canon all piled up in one of the rooms reserved for when the royal family wants to chill—and Zuko is voicing his (extremely reasonable) upset about his father for one reason or another
And Sokka just says something like, "So are you gonna just leave him to rot in jail for the rest of his life, or are you gonna give him another punishment?"
And Zuko goes quiet. Thinking. Then he says, "Maybe I should send him on a quest to capture the Blue Spirit to regain his honor"
[Image Description: A Twitter post with the poster's name cropped off. It reads: I think the entire point of fanfiction is lost on you if you feel the need to use chatgpt to write it. End ID.]
[ID: A screenshot of Boromir of Gondor from Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, standing in Rivendell and staring (at either Legolas or Aragorn) off camera. The subtitle has been edited to say
