Madame Saturn's Writing Blog!
PFP: @mruniverseart
Multifandom, but occasional OC writing as well
Submissions/Requests: Open
Working on: "Verdant Stains", and "SDSS"
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MissSaturnsDeskDrawer
Hello everyone! This sideblog will serve as a place for me to deposit my writing, share prompts, and share WIPS before I upload to AO3 or elsewhere.
I write for whatever it is I am interested in at the moment, so expect multifandom and original works. Fandom works will be tagged appropriately, and OC writings can be found under #madamesaturnsocs.
Do you take prompt requests?
If it's in a more general sense, I might choose to do them, though I am not in a ton of fandoms, so I won't be able to really write for specific people accurately or anything like that. I mostly do prompts for fun at the end of the day. If you write anything with the prompts that I come up with, feel free to mention or tag me! I'd love to see what you've made, even if I'm not in your respective fandom <3.
Where can I find your full long-form writings?
You can find ongoing and completed fandom works on AO3! Here's the link:
You can find full original works on publicly availible Google Docs, though these will be few and far between. In the future, I'll link to a drive with different folders for different characters to organize their work, but for now, things will be released on an individual basis.
What do you write for?
Currently I'm writing for: Star Trek (TNG and TOS), ATHF, Postal, and some of my own stuff.
Anything else we should know?
This blog is intended for a mature audience. I do not write explicit NSFW (at least publicly), however, a lot of my work does have some graphic violence, strong language, and so on. Things will be tagged appropriately.
Also, this is a sideblog of my main account, Madame Saturn's Stash. I'm more likely to interact heavily there, since this is more of a personal archive/WIP spot, as long as a place that I might throw up a flare or two if I need beta readers.
Throwing my hat in the ring for some (very specific) sic fic prompts and sharing ideas with fellow writers, since a big theme in my own writing is care through mental and physical illness. This is my first round of these, so I'm sorry if they're not super good, or are a bit too much of a text wall.
In sickness and in health, you know?
(CW for mentions of vomiting, sickness, medications, and wounds. Continue below the cut, if you wish to proceed.)
Character A needs to take an aggressive amount of medication for an illness, and it makes them tired and sluggish. Their friend helps them with this regularly, assisting around the house until A has a proper moment to rest. A can sleep knowing that they will wake up to the place tidied up, their medication safely stored beside them, and the necessary work completed. They sleep deeply, and their friend gently tells them how much they love them, and confesses their deeper feelings to the sleeping A as they clean up their room, adjust their blanket, and spare a moment to cast a lingering look upon their peaceful face.
Character A gets poisoned and tries to restrain themselves from being sick in front of B. B is someone that they highly respect, and it would be incredibly embarrassing to even trip in front of them, let alone vomit or faint. They excuse themselves, and get sick, only for B to wonder at their prolonged absence and hear their struggle from behind a restroom/bedroom/etc door. Rather than admonishing them for their weakness, B is incredibly concerned, and implores for A to let them inside. A lets them, but not before trying to conceal the extent of their issue a bit. It doesn't work. B sees right through it and properly assists them, showing an unexpected (from A's perspective) amount of care, and providing them the help they need, and more.
Character A notices that character B is extremely uncomfortable in their clothes. They're fidgeting, adjusting things that don't need to be fixed, and yanking the fabric away from their skin. They dismiss character A's questions about it, only for them to end up hiking a sleeve or a collar a bit too far and exposing a horrible rash that has erupted across their flesh, red and angry. Character A takes up the task of leading them to a private place and helping them to undress. They assist B by soothing the rash with ointment/lotion/wipes, and A secretly relishes in the fact that they get to touch B's skin and see more of their body, even if it's in...less than ideal circumstances. B in turn feels a lot better, both because of the soothing of their inflamed skin and because A's delicate hands are the best medicine.
A has a fear of blood. Unfortunately, they walk in to check on B, who's been a bit too quiet, (aside from some occasional muttered cursing) and has had a terrible nosebleed. It's dripped down their face and onto whatever surface they're standing or sitting by, and they try in vain to cover their face with their hands, only to get blood under their nails and smeared all over their palms. A has to force down their panic and fetch B a tissue or cloth. They try to awkwardly soothe one another--B sounding wet and nasally as they pinch their nose shut, and A sounding on the verge of fainting as they clean their beloved's blood up and try to help them, hands trembling and all.
A falls ill in the middle of the night, but doesn't want to bother B, who is a visitor in their home. B awakens to A shuffling down the hall, unable to restrain groans of pain as they rifle through a medicine cabinet or try in vain to find some over the counter relief. B offers to help, and A feels nothing but horrible as B aids them, carrying them back to bed or helping them walk. A collapses on the bed, unable to stand any longer, and B gets to work, stripping their sweat-slick clothes off, fetching A a drink, and trying to dose them with some medicine. A cries silent tears, or apologizes for disturbing B, only for B to continue in their care and say that they're happy to do something like this for their cherished host.
Bitches be reading mainly one shots as bedtime stories and then turn around and think they need to write novella length bangers on the monthly to be worth their salt as an author, like no you DON'T, you are LITERALLY the target audience!
Gawd damn I finally got the motherfucking Newports and got chapter 7 of my stupid Spirk fic into a beta state for my homie to read, so that shit is gonna finally be updated after a two month dry spell hallelujah we are so beyond back! It's not up yet, but it will be soon, and if you haven't read it yet, feel free to check it out here! Be advised that it's rated M though, so check those tags to make sure you aren't flashbanging yourself with sudden violence.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sweet 10 pound 8 ounce baby Jesus I finally dusted the bunnies off of this Spirk fic and updated it after a year. Madame Saturn finally got the damn milk, and that means something proper for the sideblog too! (The link takes you to the beginning of the fic.)
It's an angst fic, but I wanted to write it with the same tone as TOS, only a little grittier and shittier. Be sure to take a look at the tags and summary to see if it's something you'd be interested in reading!
Summary: After Spock is grievously wounded during a mission gone wrong, Kirk is left with a haunting reminder of his failure to keep his landing party safe. With his officer's blood (literally) on his hands, he has to try and find a solution for scrubbing himself clean of Vulcan gore and managing the logistics of a puzzling and dangerous mission through the Arthelos asteroid belt. However, in doubting his capabilities and lamenting Spock's injury, he may end up placing himself and the rest of the Enterprise crew in more danger than he realizes.
