#hawksandspiders

[smallnico]

chrisjen avasarala from the expanse, a commission for @hawksandspiders from @alphaflyer! 

[inkvoices]

Your Demon!AU. Oh! How I love Natasha's mind slowly coming together and how the stylistic narrative reflects her increased coherence and marvel at the peculiar human she finds herself bound to! Masterful! It's not exactly my favourite, cause I love pretty much all of your stuff I've ever read, but it's the first one that comes to mind and I've decided to just take the fact that I am hazy on which of my favourite fics are as a welcome excuse to start reading yours all over again. ;D

Aww, damn, THANK YOU <3 

Demon!AU is all because of a prompt by @sweetwatersong in a 2015 (yikes) Valentine’s Mini Promptathon. I had no intention of becoming a series, but it hasn’t left my brain since, ha. I know what at least the next two stories are, and that at some point I need to give Natasha a cat :)

[paperairplanesopenwindows]

Tell me about the one where Clint is HYDRA!

Ok! This was one of the first fics I attempted after I got into Marvel and it is very dead. Baby Clint was picked up and raised by Hydra and he and Nat (being raised in Red Room) kinda grew up together and eventually fell in love and got out. The bits I have of it don’t string together well enough to ever be posted.

[spectralarchers]

Who you are? Yours is the blog that I first added after the one I made this account for. Yours is the blog that caught my eye for the really cool AU Marvel gifsets but following you I found we had such vastly different interests in common. Despite having exchanged nothing more than a few words, you kindly and patiently helped me immensely with Viking-related research. Yours is definitely one of the blogs showing up most on my dashboard and I wouldn't have it any other way. :D

Awww, I'm absolutely honored about this.

It's always exciting to know that you have had exposure to my gifsets prior to following me on Tumblr, it's exciting and it motivates me to do even more ❤️

I'm so glad that you decided to message me the first time, and it's been an honor to help you out whenever you needed help.

You're so awesome as well, darling, I'm glad you joined Tumblr because your presence makes the whole experience a little bit more worth it ❤️

[be-compromised]

If this is not the time to prompt writers to write fic of intimacy without physical touching, I don't know when it could be. :-D

An excellent point! If anyone following this comm wants to link us to fics along the lines of anything from forced quarantine to non-physical intimacy, please do! As a comm, we’re going to be running some events not quite along these lines (see here) but if you’d like to flex your creative muscles in this direction, I highly recommend @lockdownfest.

Stay safe friends. <3

[alphaflyer]

What's up with the Curse of the Elephant Star?

Ha. Yes. Funny you should ask!!  :D  That is actually an aborted early version of Locust Wind. You see, the sequel to Second Mouse was called ... that and was intended to be seriously hokey, with a jewel heist (I think the Tower of London was involved, hence Bond) that resulted in them finding that this famous gem had magical powers. I’m not sure it was going to be an Infinity Stone; I never got that far, because I was driving home from work, on Island Park Drive (I remember this very clearly) when U2′s Rattle and Hum came up on my iPod play list and I heard the line “On the locust wind comes a rattle and hum”, and I INSTANTLY had the title, the mood and the colours for the story I needed to write. And there was no room for the Elephant Star in that... I am still flirting with writing it at some point...

Here’s the opener (note this is unedited, so atrocious punctuation!!): 

[inkvoices]

My current theory is that you are a RL ghostwriter for some famous published author.

Over the years, I have encouraged Some Famous Published Author to develop a number of pen names in a number of different genres. Then secretly leaked that each pen name is Some Famous Published Author, of course acting shocked that their fans have uncovered the truth. Then encouraged Some Famous Published Author to create yet more pen names in their search for unbiased critical opinion, and yet again revealed their secret identity. And then, one night, when the moon is full, I shall unleash Pen Name #53 and all their fans shall flock to it, trying to figure out if it is once again Some Famous Published Author, and I shall write many, many books as Pen Name #53, and the fans will debate for years if this is Some Famous Publish Author or not, all the while enjoying MY actual books for once. And then, I shall reveal that I, Pen Name #53, am in fact Pen Name #53, and Pen Name #53 is in fact my actual name.

Alternatively, nah.

Ask: give me an extremely specific assumption you have about me based off of my fanfic

[quidnunc-life]

I want to know about "Damn, you live like this?!" but Franzi has listed guide dog wip as well, so ARE YOU WRITING SOMETHING TOGETHER?! IS IT CHRISTMAS YET?! XD

hhahaha no the guide dog one is an idea she sent me in hopes that I could get it off the ground, but thus far, no luck :( maybe someday!

damn you live like this???: this is my au based on the flatshare by beth o’leary (you know, the one you STOLE :D)

“I’m not living in a seventies time capsule,” Natasha says, setting her jaw. Maybe when she’d been 22 and just out of college and so desperate to live in New York City that she’d have slept in a closet, if required. Maybe, even, when she’d been 26, freshly dumped by a hot but distant law student, and in need of a renovation project to occupy her time slash prevent her from getting an ill-advised tattoo or haircut. But she’s 30 now, and she’s simply too old to live like this, to accept the fact that she’ll wake up each morning and sink her feet into shag carpeting old and colorless enough to guarantee it hasn’t been truly clean since the day it was installed back in 1971.

Pepper toes at a suspicious stain on the linoleum. “Is this blood?”

Natasha peers at it. “Probably.”

With a dignified shriek, Pepper hops back, one arm already in her jacket. “Okay, we’re leaving, you can’t live here.”