Author's choice! I'd love to hear about either Chaos Rising OR Theater of Mystical Delights. Or both! Both is good. :D
This one has been in WIP status since 2017 and I literally just have two chapters left to write, but it’s been uh...hard. Probably because I wasn’t a huge fan of the nogitsune arc in the first place, and I thought doing my own version of it, where I got to play with some of the theories and headcanons the fans came up with, would help. It has, to an extent, but after 200+ TW fics, I have admittedly gotten a bit burned out.
That being said, I do still intend to finish and post this fic (and hopefully its sequel), if only because I currently have an unfinished series hanging around on my AO3 account and I hate having an unfinished series.
Here, have a snippet (aka, the last little bit I wrote):
Stiles popped his fingers, thinking. "Melissa, can you call Dad and see if he can get over here? And if we actually get this thing out of her, what's it going to look like? How do we stop it from getting into someone else?"
Stiles turned to her. "A what?"
"Some of the sources we were reading said spirits take the form of an insect when they aren't in a host." Lydia strode over to her purse and got out her phone. "It didn't say anything about nogistune specifically, but my best guess is that it will be something similar."
"Trap it in a glass jar?" Isaac suggested. "Flyswatter?"
"Somehow I don't think a malicious fox demon is going to be taken out by a flyswatter," Boyd said.
Stiles thought about it, tapping his fingers along his chin. "The Nemeton was strong enough to hold it until the Darach started fucking with it. Maybe if we put it in a glass jar and sealed it there?"
"Or put it in a box made of the Nemeton wood?" Cora said.
Stiles spun around to her. "Holy shit, do you have that?"
Cora and Derek shared an uneasy glance. "We should," Derek finally said. "Or at least, we did. It may be in storage."
"Can you find it in," Stiles checked his phone, "under an hour?"
Derek and Cora exchanged another look, and then they both nodded.
"Great." Stiles clapped his hands together. "We'll get my dad here, get that Nemeton box, and then..." He looked over at Allison's prone body on the couch. "Get ready, motherfucker. We're serving you an eviction notice."
Theater of Mystical Delights
So this is the first original novel I’ve written in A While, and it’s currently sitting at 130k and counting. I started it in NaNo 2018, and it was my project again in 2019, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to finish it in 2020.
I got a serious hankering to write another circus story after watching The Greatest Showman, and I had also been wanting to write another steampunk story, and so after some wrestling with “how in the hell do I make this different from the steampunk circus story I’ve already written,” I ended up with a circus on an airship hiding a bunch of people with superpowers, a scientist with amnesia on the run from a Big Scary Organization, and one very overworked ringmaster just trying to keep everything and everyone afloat (literally).
There’s secrets and action and slow-burn romance and bed sharing and finding family and slowly gaining trust and a happy ending because c’mon, this is me and the shit I like to write does not change based on whether it is fanfic or original. XD
I love it more than words can describe and it’s been so much fun to dig into a world and characters of my own making again. I can’t wait to get back to it.
(check out my WIPs and let me know if any sound interesting!)
