#amixedwitch

[ilguna]

i relate to this on such a deep level

listen i gotta let him see the crazy side of me little by little. i just think it’s cute that he thinks he’s gonna chase me off. all red flags are reading green right now.

[ariwritessometimes]

Ao3 Stats Game

Thanks so much to @amixedwitch for tagging me! ^_^

How many works do you have on AO3?

37! But one is technically a multi-fandom collection with multiple works. It’s just a temporary thing until I can properly separate everything out, though!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

362,128 at the time of typing this, and most of that is thanks TFPoaBE lol

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Okay, rolling all of the MCU into one but keeping X-Men, Netflix Marvel shows, and Venom separate, 14 fandoms.

These include:

Aquaman, Marvel, The Chronicles of Narnia, Community, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Netflix The Punisher, Netflix Daredevil, Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean, Sherlock, Venom, The Witcher, and X-Men.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Song of the Sea: Sunsets and Black Sails (Jack Sparrow x OC)

Doodles (Peter Parker x Reader, Soulmate AU)

A Peculiar Fellowship (Legolas x Reader)

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era (Caspian x Reader)

Sparrows and Iron (Tony Stark x Reader)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I try to respond to all comments, at the very least to say thank you.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I’ve done several angsty one-shots haha. Most people seem to react the strongest to Fading (Tony Stark x Reader, Soulmate AU), and also To Outrun Fate (Peter Maximoff x Reader, Soulmate AU).

...

I’m noticing a theme in my angst. Hm. Maybe I shouldn’t be allowed to write Marvel Soulmate fics.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet, but I daydream crossovers a lot haha.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah lol. I called them out for it and the commenter then backtracked, deleted the comments, and said it was their sister. I still don’t fully believe that to this day, but whatever. Second chances and all.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope, not my thing. I will very very vaguely imply it on occasion, if I think it’s important to the plot, but it’ll only ever be a fade to black kind of thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Luckily no. I think it’s because I mostly write series, and one shots are the thing that people steal the most. Also smut, which I don’t write, so nothing much to steal from me.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though I had someone ask once. I turned it down at the time, because I like to keep all of my works on my own page. But in the future I might be open to making one of those collaborative works on Ao3 so that both names are attached to it.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Every time someone asks this, I immediately forget everything I ever shipped lol. Off the top of my head, Dramione, WinterWidow (Bucky x Natasha), Sifki (Loki x Sif), TaserTricks (Loki x Darcy), and Yennskier (or is it Jaskefer? Jaskier x Yennefer anyways). Then I ship one of my OCs with Peter Parker, and in an AU I ship her with Peter Maximoff.

As you can see, I’m a multi shipper lol.

And of course I ship myself with many many characters 😏 Basically, if I’ve written for them, it’s probably because I ship myself with them 😂

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

There’s a couple Marvel fics that I don’t think I’m ever going to finish, one being a Loki x OC fic that I’m planning on scrapping entirely to give the two of them an entirely new story.

What are your writing strengths?

I’d like to think that my writing superpower is being able to emulate the tone of each author I’m writing. I think I especially excel at Tolkien and Lewis’ stuff, and I have a lot of fun trying to structure my syntax in a way that sounds authentic to them.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I have a hard time with plot pacing. When I’m not doing a rewrite type of fic like TFPoaBE or APF, I often notice myself speeding from one event to the next without a catalyst or natural flow of events. Also, I notice myself getting too dialogy heavy sometimes, detracting from the descriptive portion of the work.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It honestly depends on the work for me. Most often, if it’s a language the reader character or OC is supposed to know and understand, then I will write it in English in italics, to notate that yes, it is a different language, but the flow is still the same because the main character understands what is being said. When the OC or RC doesn’t know the language, then I do my best with google and I put the language in the work to disrupt the flow in the same way an MC who doesn’t speak the language would have their own flow of understanding interrupted.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Marvel :)

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I have a lot, so it’s hard to choose. I’m super super proud of TFPoaBE, though, for sure. Finishing that series felt like removing a part of my soul lol.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this, say that I tagged you!

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

🔁

hm... maybe Moira & Bobbie or Lyarra? or Pomeline & Gemini?

Send me a 🔁 and I’ll list one or more crossovers between our ocs that I’d be interested in talking about

[secret-history-of-reganatlas]

How do you organize your thoughts and ideas when writing/prepping?

I have literally been thinking about how to answer this since it came in.

The simplest way to answer it is: Logic

When I get the idea for a story, that little seed which could be anything - one scene, or a main overarching theme, or even a character - I think: how far can I spin it? 

So I take it in different directions and if nothing sticks or it’s forgettable then I move on and discard the idea. But when something sticks and I can’t get it out of my head, the next question is: what’s the final scene? 

With the Fuckening, I had the idea of Draco in Azkaban undergoing the inheritance. I knew that it would be Dramione and a love story and that’s it. Then I came across a thing (the seed) which very quickly sprawled into the overarching plot (I span it to the max). I couldn’t get it out of my head so I knew it had teeth. 

Then the important question of the final scene. I have had the final scene to part I in my head for months and it will be sometime before I actually write it. This is where the logic comes in. How do I get there?

With every scene, every plot point, every behaviour and decision has to follow on from one another. When it comes to writing, my biggest frustration is that I have to tell the story. I want to just download it all into your brains and be like - wasn’t that fun?

Describing the logic to get from A to B takes time, patience and words. You don’t have to be mega detailed, but the logic has to follow. The character can’t be travelling left constantly and then suddenly turn right with only one sentence to explain why. Storytelling is about weaving. So you have to drop hints here and there to leave breadcrumbs for the plot lines and decisions so that by the time the character does something or a plot point is exposed the reader is like - “yes that makes complete sense” not “where the fuck did that come from?”. 

Next is world-building and character development. In terms of world-building, that’s the technical side that I’ve spoken about before: hard and soft; whose POV is the narrative?; is it first or third person?

Char dev is again, making it believable. You can have an extra, dramatic and insane character, whose behaviours are alien and weird, but that then has to fit with their personality, their alignment, their motivation and most importantly, their voice. Everything has to be logical and congruent. If you hit a snag that you can’t explain, then stop and unpick it. You’re the author, either put something in to explain it, or take it away. 

At this point, you have created a fully rounded character for your reader to use as a vessel to traverse the world you have built. You know the destination and the shape of the route. 

I never, ever iron out the details on the plot though.

There are one or two key scenes that have to happen (Chapter 8/Chapter 11/ end of Chapter 16). Everything else is changeable - and has changed! As you go more and more into your world, you’ll realise that the original plot doesn’t fit the way that the char’s have developed. So I’m never strict about the parameters of the plot; if things need to change they do, which is why it’s important that I know the destination so that the logic can still follow.

Because when that formula is in place, then every detail is congruent with the next - even if you don’t realise it at the time. The amount of stuff I’ve written and only to realise in hindsight, that I had created a plotline which fitted in nicely with the theme. The story writes itself at that point as long as it is all grounded in the same foundation with the same destination in mind.

Which then leaves the final detail of the readers. You need to decide how you want your readers to perceive your story. Do you want them to find out about the plot as you go along? Or do you want your readers to second guess the narrative? Is it an unreliable narrator? I decided that I wanted my readers to know more than my characters. There are merits to every option but each one can create a different relationship to the plot. You then need to immerse your reader in the world. Use the senses. What do they feel on their skin? What do they hear? Smell is a big memory activator. Then look at sentence structure and the flow of the narrative. If they read choppy sentences, they’ll read faster, then creating urgency and suspense etc. Longer sentence slow down the flow and allow for you to paint the scene.

Overall, your aim as the author is to get what is in your head on to the page. The reader isn’t psychic and so they’re not going to know what you’re getting at or seeing unless you build it for them. Don’t be afraid to take your time and craft. But number 1, start at the end; number 2, use logic for everything. If you can’t explain how something happened, put something in to make it work or get rid. 

[amixedwitch]

new fanfic coming soon: the white-winged crane (Cedric Diggory x OC)

I am proud and excited to announce that I am working on MY FIRST FANFIC EVER! 

Here’s a quick premise:

After a chaotic conclusion to the summer, Moira Crane and her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, plan on having a quiet year at Hogwarts... but the year has other plans for them. 

The story shares the same timeline as Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. 

COMING TO YOUR DASHBOARDS SOON! STAY TUNED! 

[arrthurpendragon]

Hey ✍️

(thanks so much in advance!)

Hey OC community! Show them some love! :) Perhaps a follow too! OC for Harry Potter!! :) Check 'em out!

If you’re a fanfiction OC writer and would like a little more exposure, just send me an ask saying “Hey ✍” and I’ll post the ask to introduce you to my followers. :)

[neenieweenie]

i haven't had dinosaur nuggets in AGES

they’re incredible and i’m secretly a six year old child

[ilguna]

let's play blurb roulette bestie!

i would like to choose number 11 since it's my lucky number!

☼ miss mystery (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing, murder plot.

wc; 1.9k

prompt; 11. "That's it, I'm killing you anyway."

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The most surreal part about being inside of the Hunger Games again is the fact that you’re not alone. As in, you’re not the only victor inside of this arena, you’re not the only person that had fought tooth and nail to win before. Right now, there are fifteen other victors somewhere in this arena.

All of them have their own alliances, held together by shitty glue. No one is a stranger to the idea of betrayal. You’re sure that most of the people in here have done it before, themselves. Not to name names or anything, but Peeta, Johanna, Enobaria… All it would take to break them apart is a little bit of paranoia come true.

It’s one of the reasons why you decided to ride as solo as possible. Having alliances are nice and all, but they stop being worth it when no one is getting along. That’s something you’re experienced in, yourself. In your games, you watched as your allies picked each other apart until a fight broke out and they were killed in an hour.

It helped you towards your win. Of course, the timing of it was shitty, since the careers had been picking off tributes left and right. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that your games were one of the fastest to be completed, in and out. Even the careers didn’t have any interest in dragging it out to their loyal sponsors, the Capitol.

However, despite your best attempts, you ran across an alliance a little less than an hour ago. Considering the way you found them, you’re surprised you’re still alive and on your own two feet. Johanna Mason has never been the friendliest of victor's you met, and she’s a vicious mentor that you can hardly stand to be around.

That combined with the fact that she’s protecting the victor’s from Three, Wiress and Beetee, nearly ended in bloodshed. She thought you’d been the careers, or hunting them all day. You didn’t realize that the path you were following belonged to humans and not animals. The only reason why you made it out is because of Blight, who stepped in before it could get ugly.

Once your intentions were clear that you weren’t there to kill them, she lightened up somewhat. She knows you, even if it’s not super well. And it was clear that she trusted you, especially when she asked that if you came across Finnick while wandering, to bring him and the others to her.

You agreed because, well, you have nothing better to do. Hopefully they’ll give you something out of it. Johanna and them haven’t found water, so you’re hoping that the sea god himself will have found something while wandering with his followers. Also, it’s not like you can kill them or anything. You grabbed a knife out of the cornucopia before it got too risky.

You’ve already been wandering for a little while now, you’re not going to be finding them anytime soon. This arena is huge, you probably haven’t even covered a good fraction of it yet. And the chances of running into one group after the other? Your luck has to be horrible for that to happen.

And horrible it is.

It’s an accident when you step on the branch, and it’s horror that fills your body when you see a handmade hut in front of you. All you can do is freeze as not one, but two bodies emerge from the entrance, weapons pointed in your direction.

Your hands fly up in surrender, just like how you’d done it for Johanna and Blight. You can’t tell who’s in front of you, is it the careers or some other horrifying group that you didn’t realize formed in the Capitol?

It takes you squinting and blinking and forcing the moonlight to work until you see who it is, Finnick and Katniss. Finnick is prepared to throw his trident, Katniss has an arrow aimed directly at you. You’ve seen how fast she can move, and you know that you can’t be quicker than that. You could jerk to the left and she’d already readjust and shoot.

You clear your throat, there’s no point in pretending you’re not here, “Well, this isn’t a sight I expected to see. The Boy from the Sea and the Girl on Fire. How is it possible you haven’t killed each other yet?”

If Katniss and Finnick are here, then so are Peeta and Mags. You’re guessing that they’re still inside of the hut. Were they instructed to stay there or do they not realize that half their alliance just left their presence?

“Walk forward.” Finnick’s voice is measured.

You do, not wanting to get shot or stabbed. As soon as you find a patch of light, you stop, allowing them to look you over. They don’t relax at all, you can’t blame them for it. As you’ve discovered, there’s nothing more unnerving than having someone stumble into your bubble. Or worse, being the person that stumbled.

You smile, and then let it fall. It’s probably not helping the situation any.

“How did you find us?”

“It wasn’t on purpose, trust me. You think I’d be stupid enough to try and attack you?” you ask, they look apprehensive.

Finnick is watching you, moving at all your little movements. He doesn’t trust you, neither does Katniss. Katniss you can understand, she doesn’t know you, or anyone else in this arena besides her husband, for the matter. Finnick is weird, though, because he’s seen you around Johanna in passing. And you can swear that you’ve had a few conversations with him, too.

Finnick starts towards you, your eyebrows twitch together in confusion. You relax, though, figuring this is the part where he gives up the act of being hostile. Then he grabs a hold of your arm and flips your entire body over, back slamming into the dirt, rocks and roots weaving in and out of the ground.

The air leaves your lungs, you can feel every little rock that hits your back the wrong way. For a moment, you swear you’re going to black out, but adrenaline hits your body as soon as Finnick hovers his trident over your throat.

“Why are you here?”

“Why are you here?” you shoot back the question, face twisted in pain, “For fuck’s sake, I was just finding a place to stay for the night. No need to kill me for it.”

He deadpans, “It’s the Hunger Games.”

“So? You’re standing next to the person who scored a twelve on her training. I’m sure I’m the least of your worries.”

Well, that’s not entirely true. You scored a ten this time around, you had months to prepare for the Hunger Games this time, since you knew it was coming. There was a slim chance that you weren’t going to get picked, and you weren’t just going to play roulette with the odds.

His eyes lower into a squint.

“I’m sorry, okay? Just, don’t kill me. I’ll go back down to the beach or something.” you sigh, you know you have to tell him about Johanna and Blight sometime, but seeing him so uptight like this is a little funny. It’s Finnick, you’re so used to seeing him smile and fuck around with people. You suppose he doesn’t like having the same done back to him.

Finnick doesn’t budge.

“Come on, aren’t we friends? We got drinks together once, you can’t go back after that.”

Now he’s lenient, backing off of you slightly, “Fine, but you’re leaving.”

“Sure,” you take his hand, getting ready to get up, “Although, I’m surprised you’re taking a risk like this at all, since I could easily come back and kill you--”

He drops you back onto the ground, “That’s it, I’m killing you anyway.”

In the face of death, watching as Finnick rises the trident to bring down, you can’t hold in your laughter. He’s about halfway through the movement before he stops, face twisting as he stares down at you.

“I’m just fucking with you,” you laugh, “Johanna and Blight asked me to find you guys and bring you their way. They have Beetee and Wiress with them, do you wanna go or not?”

“Katniss?” a groggy voice asks, it must belong to Peeta.

Finnick is staring at you blankly, Katniss isn’t moving from where she stands. Peeta comes out of the hut, rubbing his eyes, holding a machete. It takes him a moment to look over the scene in front of him before realizing what’s happening. He goes rigid.

You grin a little at Finnick, “What?”

He takes in a deep breath, and then sighs, “Where are they?”

“A few miles down the way I came. I can bring you to them, they’re behind some rock thing, it’s a little complicated to find. I’m surprised I even managed to do it.”

Finnick backs off, shaking his head. You hold out your hand for him to help you up, but he turns away to go to his alliance to get out of it.

“I see how it is,” you mutter, getting to your feet yourself. You run your fingers through your hair to get out the leaves and dirt.

“How do we even know she’s telling the truth?” Katniss asks, sending a look your way.

“It’s (Y/n).” Finnick says, “She’s kinda friends with Johanna. I wouldn’t be surprised if they set this up beforehand.”

“What if it’s a trap?”

“Then we kill her, I’m sure she doesn’t mind.”

“Fuck you, Finnick.” you roll your eyes, “Are we getting a move on or not?”

They do, Finnick wakes up Mags and brings her out of the hut on his back. You offer up your knife for them to take so they feel safer following you down to where the other half of their alliance is. Katniss walks in the back, arrow loaded onto her bow the entire time, Peeta walks in the middle, Finnick right behind you.

For a while, it stays like that, until Finnick catches up with you enough to walk right next to you, “Do you have a death wish?”

“Huh?” you ask, looking at him briefly.

“Earlier, saying that you’ll kill us?”

“Oh,” the word falls from your lips, “It doesn’t matter to me, it’s not like I’m going home anyway. I could die tonight, or tomorrow morning. It would be a miracle if I won this, and I think I’m all out of them.”

Finnick doesn’t respond.

When you know you’re nearing Johanna’s camp, you go ahead and call for her name. She responds by shouting yours.

“I’ve got your friends!” you say.

She comes out around the rock, eyes landing on the people that you’ve brought her. She lights up, a laugh coming out of her. She hugs you first, squeezing tightly before moving onto Finnick, who slowly sets Mags down on the ground.

“I can’t believe it! (Y/n), you’re amazing.”

“I know,” you smile, watching as Blight comes around to take a look for himself. You raise a hand as a wave, and he gives you an approving nod, “I’ll see you guys later.”

This breaks Johanna and Finnick out of their conversation, Finnick shakes his head, “Stay, you deserve a place in our alliance.”

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you didn't say who you wanted so i went with finnick lol. thank u for sending in an ask bb love u

this was part of my shine, dream, smile weekend!