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Complementary Art piece to my new fic "Eye" on Ao3
Short preview under the cut
22, 23, 31 pretty please i am nosy
22. Is there anything you regret writing?:: Not really 😅 I mean, some feels ‘cringe’ on later reread, but they were all things I enjoyed in the moment and they all contributed to my growth as a writer in one way or another. No use regretting things. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.:: I love all of my fic, for the most part xD I’m very proud of my own work, it’s a problem lmao. I have very few finished pieces, so one of the jonalex (oxenfree) rp fics I wrote with @h4mm132l1c3 (So It Goes) is high on the list cause it’s a finished work with an epilogue (2 epilogues) and all, and I was proud of making Vonnegut references lol. But another I’m super fond of is my (unfinished) emsider (dishonored) fae au Iron and Gold, and the silly (but also emotional friends to lovers!) jonalex reality tv + bartender au fic I did, Lucky in Love. Also my Dead By Daylight Frank/oc fic Unwilling Survivor, cause it introduced Sam. I could never pick a single work, I’m sorry, lmao. 😅
31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?:: I have had some lovely lovely things said, and I remember them all. @anomiidae left these amazing tags on a post about Unwilling Survivor, I love those. I got a couple different comments on A Helping Hand from disabled readers that said I handled things well, and that was amazing to hear, not to mention the amazing rec from Inky that brought tears to my eyes and I read to my family lmao (to be fair I was with family when it posted and I was smiling like an idiot at my phone). Also, when @artpraeda made art for Holy Spirits (the jonalex bartender au), I died 🥹
Fanfiction Questions
First line meme
I was tagged by @sarsaparillia
Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.
Ooooh fun fun fun. I’m betting they’re all quippy or quotes, cause that’s basically always how I get myself interested in a scene, but let’s find out! [also I’m including some unpublished or tumblr-only shared things, cause I haven’t written much lately O_O’] [also only including things where I wrote the opening lines, if it’s a collab] [okay there was a ton of rp stuff I skipped and some I included cause I’m just shrug on what to include tbh] [probably should’ve included the prompt fills I did on Sam’s blog but my system isn’t that organized]
Some are first sentence, some are first couple of sentences, depending how long the sentences were 😅
1. Purpose Interruptus (cute lil halloween witch/ghost story):: It was the last straw. Past the last straw.
2. <jam boarding school au> (au, sam/jed):: Sam tugged uncomfortably at the hem of her skirt.
3. <untitled YA romance collab> (original, nerd/punk ship):: New year, new Kel.
4. <that WereU project> (au, backstory):: There was no worse time than in the middle of class for it to happen.
5. Lucky in Love (oxenfree, alex/jonas bartender au -> reality tv au):: “What is this?”
6. Unwilling Survivor (dead by daylight, morreid (frank/oc)):: Sam woke up in an unfamiliar house.
7. Holy Spirits (oxenfree, alex/jonas bartender au):: It’s half past 1 on a Saturday night.
8. Cut Jaw, Green Jacket (oxenfree, alex/jonas michael lives au):: Jonas kicks his feet against the crossbar of his chair, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He is not a fan of school offices.
9. pretty (we know the devil, jupiter/neptune):: Neptune is a talker.
10. the first appointment (oxenfree, jonas & therapist):: An appointment. ‘Like a doctor’s visit.’ Yeah. Well, maybe.
Tagging @hirvitank @hoteggbabushka @kinda-spooky-ghosty @h4mm132l1c3 @sureinsunlight @artabria @artemis-crimson and anyone else that feels like it, no pressure ^^
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Oxenfree (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarissa/Michael (Oxenfree), Clarissa/Nona (Oxenfree), Alex/Jonas (Oxenfree) Characters: Alex (Oxenfree), Jonas (Oxenfree), Clarissa (Oxenfree), Nona (Oxenfree), Ren (Oxenfree) Additional Tags: Alex and Jonas are not related, but it's still weird, Michael resurrected, Memory Loss, alternate timeline after Edward's Island: Michael isn't dead, Divorce, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Underage Drinking, Psychological Drama, Transphobia, Homophobia, transmasc Jonas, Heavy Angst Summary:
“Are you going to bring him back?” The question hits me hard in the ribs. My heart whispers “yes”, but my tongue feels swollen and heavy, and my teeth are like bars jailing my guilty conscience. My sneakers scratch over the cement steps of the parks building on Edward’s Island, the lamplight hanging high above us, buzzing ambiently. I can’t look at him. I can’t look at Jonas and tell him that he isn’t enough. That he isn’t really my brother. I can’t tell him that because it’s not true.
Chapter 15 has just been uploaded!! Thank you all so much who commented and left kudos on the last chapter, it absolutely made my whole week. <3
you know i will always request from you sooooo: jonalex, prompt 24 :3
24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.
Jonas slid down the wall until his side was pressed against Alex’s. One leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee. She had her arms wrapped around her own knees, chin resting on one of them. They were quiet, a companionable silence that swirled around them. He wasn’t Alex. He didn’t remember each go around or how many times they’d been in this house or how many times they’d seen Clarissa swan dive from the window or --
Well. All of it. He didn’t know; all he could remember were vague details and the ghosts of so many and Alex.
Every time he met her, over and over again, he knew her. The same night had become equal to years, even if he couldn’t remember it all. He didn’t know what her first words might have been or what dumb kid career she wanted as a kid, and she didn’t know who his first crush was on (it was definitely an actress of which he will not name) or any of his allergies, but he knew her.
He reached out, resting his hand on one of hers, awkward and bent. She startled at the touch, and he knew that she had been deep in thought. It took her a moment, for some of the tension in her shoulders to ease up. She looked at him. A poor attempt at a crooked smile pulled at her lips. He mirrored the look.
“There’s a way out,” Alex said.
“Yeah.”
“We’re going to find it.”
“You’re probably better equipped to do that than the collective group here.”
Somewhere in the house, distant voices could be heard, soft whisperings of confused panic.
“No, you and me, Jonas. It’s you and me.” She sounded so tired.
You and me.
Yeah, he could see that. They fought for each other. They kept trying to piece together the mystery and the end of it all.
But Jonas was worried. What if the end was really just that? The end for them. For all of them.
He licked his lips, trying to wet them, but his mouth had been dry for hours. It felt like sandpaper against more sandpaper.
“What did you want to do when you grew up?” The words tumbled out of him before he could stop himself.
“What.”
They stare at each other for a minute, and a heat shot up his neck and settled along his face. White hot embarrassment. That was what that was. Why did he do that? Was now really the time for some like weird bonding?
“A job, Alex. When you were a kid.”
She blinked slowly before a real smile stretched along her mouth. It was beautiful, really.
Wait.
That was not the right thing to think about your sister-- Not sister. Maybe? God, what timeline were they in? It was starting to pound at his temples, his brain attempting to escape from himself and from this situation.
And then she wrapped her fingers around his, because his hand was still on hers, warm and dry. It wasn’t quite holding hands, but maybe it was.
“Oh. Yeah. Um.” A nervous giggle escaped her before she shook her head, as if to clear to her thoughts from whatever had been bothering her earlier. “Doesn’t every kid want to be a vet? I’m pretty sure that was high up there in kindergarten.”
“You know, I think I went through that phase at some point.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, can’t see it.”
His brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”
“I just feel like you have terrible bedside manner. Animals would sense that right away,” she explained.
“You are a terrible judge of character. I am so good at bedside stuff.”
Her eyes widened for a moment before she laughed, real and genuine and directly aimed at him.
Why was he like this?
“Oh, are you? Maybe you’d have to prove me wrong.”
Jonas didn’t know what had happened to him in the brief second, but it was like his brain had cracked in half as easily as an eggshell. Because that-- this--
“Flirting?”
He meant to think it, he really did.
Alex flushed red, at odds with her blue hair. Her lips parted but only a squeak managed to come out.
He should go. He should get up. He should laugh this off as trauma bringing them closer together and the wires of it all getting screwed up. But man. Man. This was Alex, and she was it. She was the silence in the static. And he needed that comfort, he needed someone to be as confused and messed up as he was.
And if there was another cycle, they could get it right again. They could be what they were supposed to be.
Instead, he leaned in those few inches separating his cracked mouth from hers, and he kissed her. He kissed her with a yearning and desperation that a kid his age shouldn’t have even know. It was not a pretty thing, too hard, too fast, too Alex. Their teeth clashed more than their lips. A slide of tongue against her bottom lip that felt as dry as his own. Their hands so weirdly entangled.
She pulled back first, just the barest hint of a pant stealing her breath. “Bad bedside manner.”
He laughed this time, begging the ache in his eyes to stay where it was because he was not going to cry right now. “It was really bad,” he agreed.
She let his hand go, twisting herself until she was facing him. Her hands lifted to his face, cupping it for a second until they moved up, up, under his hand which fell into the dust on the floor. His hair feels wet with sweat, but she still dug her fingers in until her nails hit his scalp. And then she dragged him to her, half covering her body, pulling his hair until he met her lips again.
There was less teeth this time.
One Foot.
Alex/Jonas || Time Loop || Multi-Chapter
Jonas and Alex bond over mutual hauntings and supernatural occurrences on Edwards Island. One of them knows exactly what’s been going on. The other just wants to make sure she’s okay.
{Chapter one}
I really should get back to uploading old things. Here’s one, slightly revamped. Alexander (left) belongs @xhakhal
Any chance,,,,,we can,,,,,stop shipping Alex and Jonas? They're,,,,,,,,,
Siblings.
