You know that feeling when you had a really good idea for a fic but the hyperfixation came and went and now you just don't know what to do with it? I'm going through my old fanfiction work docs that have well and truely collected dust and I'm looking at some of my half baked fics like "Wow you're a really good idea" but realise you no longer have the passion for the fandom so you don't touch it?
An angel visits his dreams.
When Anakin was much smaller, the angel used to cradle him to his chest and say things like “my Master says recurring dreams may point at underlying issues” and “I’m dreaming about a child like you because it’s my mind’s way of giving me the chance to feel needed” and “I must meditate on this” and “you’re just a dream character, Anakin” and “you don’t actually exist outside of my mind.”
i think im gonna scrap this for now, it ended up being too far out of my skill level and im just getting discouraged. but maybe ill return to it in the future!
a scene directly out of @collegetennisoriginstory with the incredible rayyan
I'm just gonna go ahead and share these here real quick bc I honestly don't think I'm ever gonna work on either of these ksjsksk. The first one is from like,,, June?? The second one was after s3e7!!
It’s been awhile but here’s some more abandoned malex words.
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Michael left his bunker, went straight to the Wild Pony and drank until closing time. Maria hadn’t seen him like that in years but he couldn’t tell her the reason he needed to drink tonight. She tried several times to cut him off before eventually calling Max to haul him out of the bar.
He was completely gone as Max manhandled him into his truck. A part of him wanted to be thrown in the drunk tank, he hadn’t been there for some time, but no Max took him to his place instead. Isobel was waiting with coffee but Michael didn’t want it.
He hated that he couldn’t tell either of them what was wrong with him but he trusted Isobel not to go snooping about in his mind either. Max was smart enough to confiscate Michael’s phone but dumb enough to leave his own unattended. So at four in the morning, after Isobel had left and Max was asleep, he sneaked Max’s phone and found Alex’s number.
With tears in his eyes and guilt ebbing at his heart, Michael typed a simple yet direct message to Alex then pressed send.
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Alex always kept his phone on, in the event of an emergency he needed to be reachable at all times. So when his phone beeped very loudly beside him, he snapped awake and looked at the clock.
4.03am.
There was a text from Max Evans which immediately set off alarm bells in Alex’s mind. He sat up, eyes adapting to the brightness of the screen.
‘Come home now, Michael needs you’
Six words that Alex never, ever dreamed would be sent to him from Max of all people. It had to be bad! He knew something had been off with Michael after their last conversation but he couldn’t just drop everything and go running back to Roswell. He had a job and commitments yet he’d volunteered to stay. He could leave but he wasn’t the type to just walk out on the job… If Michael needed him then he needed to go, didn’t he?
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Michael wasn’t proud of himself; in fact, he hated what he’d done but he’d been desperate and he truly felt a plea from Max on his behalf would work.
Characters: Lloyd Garmadon, Nya (Ninjago), Kai (Ninjago)
Word Count: 945
Also Available on AO3 !!!
"You want me to watch him?"
"Can't help it, sis. Pythor's been spotted in the area. You know what'll happen if we don't keep tabs on him."
"Well, do all of you really have to go?" Nya asked, hopefully.
"I'm really sorry. It's just for a few hours. Promise."
"You always leave me with him!"
Kai smiled. "He isn't that bad. Just give him a chance. You’re a lot more alike than you think-"
"How dare you compare me to that little brat?"
Her brother just laughed, picking up his sword. And then he was gone, pulling his mask and running off with his teammates, and Nya was alone.
Well, not alone, but that was kind of the issue.
So, babysitting duty. A past-time Nya had never looked forward to, much less enjoyed. Having to deal with the literal spawn of evil who apparently had nothing to do but make Nya miserable.
It just wasn't fair. She was just as capable of fighting as the others. Maybe even more so! She couldn't even count how many times she'd saved their lives with her mech.
She smiled smugly thinking about the reaction she'd get if the others discovered the identity of the 'infamous' samurai. All those comments about how much they hated their competition, the brushing off Nya's requests to help on missions. She could so easily prove herself and earn their respect. She'd finally be out of her brother's shadow.
But not yet. Keeping her identity secret had some positives. As stressful as it was, there was certain information people were less likely to give to the people who have every villain in the known world against them. Especially when they openly raise Lloyd Garmadon.
And how were they about to trust the brat? Sure the weapons reacted to him but that doesn't mean he's not evil! There are forces that aren't his dad that are still evil.
Well, whatever. She has a kid to find.
Sighing, she made her way to the bunks after moving the ship about 50 feet into the air. The action, normally unnecessary, had become a habit since Lloyd had run off that one time in the middle of the city. He didn't get in any trouble for it, of course. Being the ever-perfect chosen one and all.
"Hey! You in here, Lloyd?" She called into the room. No answer. Of course, why would it be that easy?
She looked under all the beds, not questioning anything when Lloyd was nowhere to be found. He had a habit of hiding around the ship, if not to set up one of his childish pranks, just to cause panic. The others fell for it every time. They all got so worried when he hid, but in all honesty it just meant he'd probably be out of the way until the others got back.
Nya had some repairs to make on the Samurai X suit today though, so she really needed to know where he was.
Annoyed, she started the search. It wasn't a big ship, but the kid always found his way into the smallest places, so it took longer than expected. After looking in all his usual hiding spots, Nya accepted the fact that she'd have to search the entire ship. Again.
"Stupid brat."
The security cameras. They were, logically, the best place to start. Especially if Lloyd happened to be moving spots. Couldn't hurt to check them.
She walked over to the computer and turned It on. The fans started, and after a minute the screen lit up. Thank god, it seemed the kid hadn't disabled anything. Loading up the cameras, Nya frowned.
"What…?"
The cameras, while on and properly functioning, were entirely blank. Upon further inspection, she decided they were probably taped over with something, as they weren't completely dark, light seeping through.
She sighed again and walked over to the console that controlled the PA system throughout the ship. Slamming her hand down on the button harder than necessary, she hoped that Lloyd hadn't messed with this yet.
"Okay Lloyd. I am not going to do this today. Get out here. Now." She let go of the button, relieved that she heard her voice over the speakers in the next room over.
"I'm right here."
She turned quickly, startled by the voice behind her. And there was Lloyd, sitting at the table, with that stupid smile on his face.
"You- How did you- When did you get here?" Nya stuttered.
Lloyd shrugged in response. "I've been here the whole time."
"No, you haven't."
"You can't prove that." He grinned.
"I was just in here- you know what? No. I'm not gonna deal with this. I don't have to entertain you."
"I expect nothing less…" Lloyd muttered bitterly.
Deciding to ignore the remark, Nya turned towards the camera monitors. "I expect these to be uncovered within the next ten minutes. After that you'll stay in your room until the others get back. I have some work to get done Understood?"
"But Uncle Wu and the others I could hang out where I want!"
"Well as we just established, they aren’t here. Which means I'm in charge. And I'll be locking your door if you're not willing to listen."
"That isn't fair!"
Nya rolled her eyes, "You're acting childish. I wasn't going to lock the door but you just can't be trusted. Now go uncover the cameras while I go grab my tools. I really need to get this stuff done."
She powered off the computer and walked towards the door, pausing when Lloyd spoke up again.