#inkjackets

[authenticcadence18]

@inkjackets reading chapters 8 and 9 of “Can’t Help Falling in Love”:

(Approximately 1 person is going to get this meme and it’s so late where I am and I’m fairly sure i’m sleep deprived, but as soon as i got this idea I had to make it and I’ve been cracking up for the past couple of minutes)

[katiechat]

Yes, hi. Just a shoutout to @inkjackets who is not only a super-talented writer (and clearly one of my favorites) but one of the sweetest and most amazing people I know. Thank you for being my friend, helping me with everything I need–whether writing or life things– and sticking by me throughout everything 🥺❤️❤️❤️

And if there is anyone reading this who didn't check her out, please do. I promise you won't regret it ❤️❤️❤️

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

wednesday, friday, saturday, april, september for the fanfic asks :D

thank you!!

wednesday: name a fic which you have posted that you think is underrated

it sounds a bit ridiculous but probably Attack of the Killer Napkins! it’s quite silly but i actually enjoy reading back through it quite often, it’s just fun and i still like the idea of a lila redemption arc.

friday: most self-indulgent fic you have ever posted?

i think i’d have to say No Romo, which has so much of my own life in it that it’s a bit close for comfort sometimes. in general, if i put a lot of arolix into a fic (or aro anyone really), assume it’s pure self-indulgence haha

saturday: what gets you excited whilst writing?

if i have an idea and think to myself “ohohoho this is going to make everyone SO MAD AT ME >:D” that tends to get me very hyped up to write and post it and wait for people’s reactions -- either through angst, or just very, very stupid crack

april: have you ever written and/or posted a crackfic?

oh yes, a lot! somewhat cracky angst or angsty crack is probably my favourite to write. i think my most “famous” crackfic is the dreaded Jalil Goes Hang-Gliding... why did people like it so much i’ll never understand

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart

aside from every comment @bumfuzzled-buttercup ever leaves, there was this comment on the final chapter of The Misadventures of Prince Kim (yeah, that monstrosity):

This is a Really REALLY impressive feat you've accomplished! Do you have any idea how many unfinished fics there are on this website alone? Any idea how many thousands of people there are that wish they could write but don't have the time, the inspiration, the motivation or courage to do it? Not only is your fic complete, with a beginning, middle, and end, but its 290,000 words long! that is CRAZY impressive! And you managed to keep one, consistent plot running throughout the entire story, along with multiple side plots and tons of characters. Its got good writing, good dialogue, good use of OCs, good characterization, AND good character development?!? That is SO COOL. Be Proud!

it really makes me feel like the effort i put into that fic was worth it, because i definitely did put a lot into it, and it’s just so sweet that people like it and think it’s impressive that i did that! i don’t really love all of misadventures and it’s the fic i have the most Regrets about to tell the truth, but stuff like this reminds me that there’s good in it too.

[gingerly-writing]

i just want to say i love your prompts at the best of times but i am LIVING for these role reversal hero x villain prompts!! keep being amazing xx

[e-milieeee]

4 and 10 for the writer asks!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like).

Marinette does not know much of curses, of magic, and of princes. But she does know of long days of waiting for her father to return, of loneliness when her mother had passed, and she knows of hope and of desperation and how they are often one and the same. 

from come roses come thorns, ch1! i feel like i really improved with my description writing that fic n i kinda just like this line?? honestly idk why lolll but :’) 

10. How would you describe your writing process?

i just write! quite literally. negative planning. negative thought process. i just start word-vomitting. then i go back to edit :’) but im a terrible, terrible planner, which im trying to rectify for my novel, lol. 

[adrienagrestezine]

Thank you to @inkjackets​ for participating in our mini contributor spotlight interview!

Question: What draws you to Adrien’s character? 

Answer: Mainly the fact that he’s so positive and uplifting and tries to find the best in people despite the horrible things that have happened and continue to happen to him. But uh, I’m also drawn to the angst potential in his storyline. The fact that his own father is the very man he’s fighting like every day is heartbreaking, and that he keeps his mother in a secret basement is incredibly distressing. And honestly I’m really curious as to how these reveals are going to affect Adrien in the main timeline.

Question: What’s your favorite Adrien headcanon you have?

Answer: That when Adrien decides to rebel against his father, he does so by making terrible fashion choices on purpose and flaunting them in public and on social media. I like to think his friends all join him in support and they go out and do completely extra (but harmless) things to get himself plastered across tabloid magazines purely to get back at his father and tarnish the Gabriel name, haha.

Question: What’s your favorite Adrien scene?

Answer: My favourite Adrien scene has to be the one where he confronts Lila in “Ladybug”. Adrien may not be as outgoing and verbal as the other characters, but this scene shows he’s willing to stand up for his friends in his own way. And that’s quite a big deal for someone who has been kept locked up his whole life and raised to be a people-pleaser. So yeah, I love how we see him grow and develop out of his love for Marinette.

Check out @inkjackets​‘s fic preview HERE! Order the zine HERE!

[freedom-shamrock]

1 and 17 for the fic asks! :)

Thank you so much for asking!  I need all the distractions I can get right now, and this is a productive way to do that.  :)

1) What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

If we hop into the wayback machine (not the internet one, because this predates the internet), my first fanfics, written in junior high were set in Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern universe, featuring a mix of existing and original characters.

I moved on to original stories by high school and decades passed with no more fanfic (read or created). I returned to a new fanfic world, one where it was easy to share your stories on FFN and AO3 and jumped back in with some Avatar: the Last Airbender Kataang.

17) What fic are you most proud of?

Ooh.  Tough question.  I write a lot, and it’s given me the opportunity to explore a lot of writing craft stuff. I’m going to go with A Little Secret, which was written for a Miraculous Big Bang a couple years ago.  

The reason I’m proud of this story is that I sat down and laid out the entire plot before I started writing, something I don’t normally do with even my original work and never do with fanfic. While I may develop an outline for novella and novel length work, this mostly includes signposts, not full detail. Plot has always been one of my weak spots, so most of my stories tend to be pretty basic on that front. For A Little Secret, I laid out a mirrored plot with rigid alternating POV.  In order for it to work right, I couldn’t add or remove scenes, setup, or resolution without making sure it was mirrored.  This was much more structure than I usually have when approaching my stories, and it could have easily fallen flat. But the effort was worth it and I’m happy with how it turned out.

[muggle-writes]

by a lake, predawn, bloodcurdling (for the candy prompt)

Fog curled over the lake as she made her way around it, footsteps carefully silent in the sand and grass, avoiding the muddy patches.

Her eyes fixed on her destination, a simple canvas tent, a short ways up from the bank at the edge of the trees, and inhabited by campers. Stupid campers. Perhaps they were new to the area and thought the stories of the haunted lake were exaggerated to scare children, or perhaps they put down the rumored disappearances of previous campers to bears. This pair had strung a dark plastic bag full of human foodstuffs responsibly over a branch, a safe distance away from their tent.

Unfortunately for them, even the bears avoided the area in favor of the fiercer predator.

the eastern horizon was starting to be a lighter gray, threatening dawn. she quickened her pace, her inner eyelids instinctively snapping shut against the very idea of sunlight. Counter to the legends, sunlight wouldn't kill her, nor would it burn her worse than it would any pale-skinned human. The sun was just painfully, impossibly bright to eyes adapted for the night.

Withone set of eyelids closed she could see what humans now were calling infrared - the shape of heat. It was sufficient to avoid fire or to find prey, but not to avoid inanimate obstacles like their tent.

Speaking of which, inside that tent, one of the humans was stirring, meaning they'd probably be out soon to stoke the coals, brightly warm and buried carefully in their own ashes, back into a proper fire. Despite the threat of fire, she smiled at the prospect. It always was more fun to catch humans alone.

decades ago, when names were relevant and her soul siblings still hunted beside her, they had often competed for who could make their target scream the loudest. Describing their screams as "blood curdling" to fellow victims was fortunately only metaphorical - it didn't ruin the taste at all - but those reserved for the second course would always fight more fiercely, after such a fright, and tonight she wasn't in the mood for wrestling. She had a different tactic in mind.

She forced her eyes fully open again, promising herself she would finish quickly, so the sun wouldn't give her a migraine. She edged into the trees, still on silent feet, and watched for the human to emerge, focusing on relaxing her fangs so they wouldn't look alarming.

Finally, a young woman, who only looked a little older than the vampire herself, emerged from the tent, and, as predicted, started using a long stick to uncover the coals, pulling a handful of twigs from her pocket.

Hidden in the trees, the vampire relaxed. It took so much effort and attention to flirt to take the men off guard, but women were easy. At least, they were easy for someone who looked like a woman to disarm. And she still looked every bit like the young woman she had once been.

She laid down briefly, silently matting dirt into her hair and smearing it into her clothing. The dirt would wash out later. Then she stood up. Fangs in. Eyes wide. She stepped on a branch, pressing until it snapped, and her target's head shot up, scanning the trees for movement, but she wasn't moving. She made her way through the woods at a bit of a rush, no longer silent. She was perfectly in control, making only as much noise as a human trying to be silent usually did. (So many had fled from her over the years; she knew exactly how she sounded.)

She spilled out of the woods and into their campsite, breathing audibly though she didn't need to breathe at all.

The young woman met her eyes warily, brandishing the stick she'd been poking the fire with. (Fangs in!) They held each other's stare for a long moment, each assessing the other as a threat (the woman was slowly relaxing her grip on the stick, and although the tip was smoking, it wasn't actually on fire.)

They both broke the silence at the same time.

"Who are you," the woman asked, concern clearly winning out over her initial fright.

"Can you help me?" the vampire asked simultaneously, in a tremulous whisper (softly. no need to wake the other yet. The sky was brighter every moment and the sun would be up soon, but there was still no need to rush. She was exactly where she wanted to be.) The compassion blooming on the woman's face told her this was going to go off without a hitch. "There's a predator in these woods.“