Fall Writes

[fallintolife]

The aim here is to keep a comprehensive thread not only of what I've created, but my progress on what I'm currently creating. Anything within board standards can be reposted to SV upon request.

Without further ado, the lists.

Archive of Our Own​

fall_into_life@ao3 ; works listed in fandom order, then publication order
yes there's glee in here DON'T LOOK AT ME

Avatar: Legend of Korra

• Avatar: Bonds: Rated Mature, eventually Explicit. A series about Korra, then her successor. Hiatus, unfinished.

Final Fantasy X / Final Fantasy X-2

• Femslash 100100 Collection: Incredibly slow burn, featuring tons of self-indulgent worldbuilding. It wants to be re-titled to "The Lost Years", but given the format (an ongoing story sliced into 200-word chunks, based on unconnected prompts), I don't know if it deserves an actual name. T; Yuna, Rikku, Paine

Glee
I SAID DON'T LOOK AT ME

• Three Badass Chicks (From Lima Heights Adjacent): Rated Teen. Silly, ridiculous fluff. F/F(/F).
• The Game Played Right: Rated General. I was having a love affair with Emarosa and I regret everything.
• Break And Bend Universe: Series, individual pieces rated to taste. An abandoned, depressing series of angst about Quinn & Santana being repressed, Brittany being marginalized, and everything being awful. Don't say I didn't warn you.
• Operation: Lima: Rated Mature. Spy AU, abandoned, unfinished.

Harry Potter

• All In The Family: Rated G. Harry's had just about enough of Ron being an ass about Harry's sexuality. Gen, crack.

Naruto

• In Another Life: Rated M. In her dreams, Shizune wears the First's necklace and Tsunade wears a smile just for her. F/F, mentions of past F/M.
• Degeneration: Rated M. Team Asuma falls apart. Postwar. Implied F/M/M.
• and then there were none: Rated M. Pretentiously titled. What if the members of Team Gai die in this war? No pairings, just angst.
• Shark Tales (or, Breathing Underwater): Rated T. Co-written with grassyhyuuga. In which what happens in Kirigakure does not stay in Kirigakure, and the particular brand of crazy of the Nidaime Mizukage is explained. M/M, nothing explicit.
• Provings: Rated E. Tenten is horny on main for Temari. That's it, that's the fic. F/F, Temari/Tenten.

Persona

• late nights, brakes lock (hear the tires squeal): Rated M (intense sexual undertones): Set a little after Ann gets recruited, the first three Thieves crash in Akira's room.
• Five Times Takamaki Ann Brought A Friend To Her Movie Premier (And One Time It Was Her Girlfriend): Rated G. Ann/Sae. Ann trolls the press. And then she doesn't. Humor, mild romance.
• Five Times Futaba Gave Her Friends "Advice" (And One Time She Got Some): Rated M (implied sexual content). "The Phantom Thieves have started getting sex lives. Futaba's there to critique." Futaba trolls her friends about their sex lives, with varying degrees of success.

Repo! the Genetic Opera

• Silver: Rated M. Shiloh doesn't have much of anything, these days. Post-canon, character study, no actual pairings.

RWBY

• Enter The Dragon: Rated E (sexual content). "Once, she was the dragon: invincible, unstoppable. Now, she's just Yang. Whoever that is." Yang/Blake, not actually meant to be a love story. COMPLETED.
• Young Gods: Rated E (sexual content). "Summer is fed up with Taiyang and Raven traumatizing her and Qrow by having loud sex at all hours, so she decides to do something about it." Raven/Summer/Taiyang, heavily visual, really just smut with characterization.
• Beacon University: Pieces range from G to E with sexual content. A series of shorts in a modern AU. Blake/Ruby & Ruby/Weiss poly, Neopolitan/Yang & Junior/Yang no commitment/cheating. Background Pyrrha/Winter. Occasional BDSM themes, mostly just character exploration. Tags are extensive, navigate carefully.
• Breaking Through: Rated E (sexual content). "Glynda wants her to let go. Yang... can't." Glynda/Yang post-canon piece, mainly character exploration using smut.
• RWBY At The Beach AU: Rated M. Blake/Weiss/Yang poly, no attack on Beacon AU.
• Freeze-Thaw & Advent of Spring: Rated E (sexual content). Yang mis-texts Winter and it results in a booty call. Multiple booty calls.
• Reclaiming The Vibe: Rated T. "It's supposed to be one of those 'no pressure' gyms. Coco is feeling very pressured right now." Yang works out, Coco bugs her about it.
• Ice Queen Weiss: Rated E (sexual content). A series of Kinktober prompts set in a fantasy AU with Ice Queen Weiss Schnee, Queen's Champion Winter Schnee, and Spymaster Whitley Schnee. Blake/Weiss, Pyrrha/Winter/Yang. Very, very kinky, please heed the tags.
• Canon Diverted, Crisis Averted: Rated E (sexual content). A series of pieces set in a world where instead of just going along with the plan, Emerald Sustrai gets help for Cinder. Mainly just porn shorts at the moment, may eventually acquire the full backstory.
• Homecoming: Rated E (sexual content). Commission piece. Modern AU where Blake and Ruby settle back into their lives after Ruby returns home from military service.
• Prompts: 1.5 tables full of short prompts. Various pairings, themes, and characters. Too many pieces to list individually.

Multi/Mashup/Fills

• 30 Kisses Grab Bag: Individually rated. An unrelated hodgepodge of things from different 'verses, based on a series of prompts from the 30 Kisses comm on LJ. Contains Glee, Skins, and Persona 3.
• Kink Meme Fills: An unrelated hodgepodge of things from different 'verses. It's all fills from kink memes, tread carefully.

Sufficient Velocity​

Marvel

• Becoming: in which a traumatized half-Japanese Australian magical cyborg has no idea what's going on, but is going to try doing the right thing anyway. Heed the tags, please. It's COMPLETE.

In-Progress​

I'm defining 'in-progress' as something I've worked on in the past month.

Bet On Black: New Planeswalker Logan Black gets thrown into worlds he barely understands. A Quest I haven't yet published, but have been hammering away at all month.

Abandoned/Stalled​

Naruto

• Kagamiverse: Co-written with grassyhyuuga. Senju Tobirama survives. Butterflies annihilate canon. All is well. Broken up into four 'books' (Nidaime, Sandaime, Yondaime, Godaime), and huge. Godaime (my baby) is 35k words unfinished, and Sandaime will be comparable. Yondaime will be short, and Nidaime will probably be shorter than Godaime/Sandaime, but not quite as short as Yondaime. Don't get either grassy or I started on this universe; we may never stop.
• The Legendary Lover: AU in which Tsunade sleeps with people instead of gambling her money away. Despite the title, not actually shameless porn; Tsunade does all her doing off-screen. Rather, it's Shizune POV, as she tries and fails to deal with being in love with Tsunade. About 90% done, there's just one sticky bit.
• Through the Shadow: this is a Naruto OC in Kusagakure. Yes, I realize this means no one will read it.
• Untitled Kakashi's mother doesn't die: In which Kakashi's mother doesn't die, Naruto grows up with a family, and a great many people are much happier than they could have been. About 75% completed.
• Untitled 'tsunade/shizune 2': Shizune flails because she's been in love with Tsunade for years. Genma attempts to help. Not sure how far I am in this one percentage-wise, but it's ~1k words.
• Untitled what if Sasuke didn't leave Konoha fic: A snapshot fic where Sasuke decides he'd rather train Sakura to be his backup than leave and join Orochimaru. Not sure what percentage this has, or even where I was going with it.
• Untitled fic that's gotten partially cannibalized for Kagami: In which Sakura and Ino have a slow-burn romance, Shizune and Tsunade have a background one that acts as counterpoint to theirs, and Sasuke is still a little shit. No idea where this is at percentage-wise, but it feels way too long to just jump back into.

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3

• One In Imperfection: I don't remember where this was going. It's Mitsuru-centric, that's all I've been able to gleam.
• Shinji From The Future: Not actually crack. It's got a convoluted timeline, but damn does it get the job done. Notable in that it's the only thing I've ever written where I feel like I've properly captured Chidori being a complete bitch. (I laugh every time she's on screen, because I'm an awful person.) Not even close to finished.
• Through Smoke: This one hurts every time I remember I haven't finished it. It's long - and also ties in with Shinji From The Future, so technically even longer than that - and it's a massive set of character studies and alternate points of view. The main couple is Yukari/Mitsuru, which was my FLAGSHIP couple once upon a day.
• Untitled FFX/P3 fusion: this one is just a .txt of ideas. Minato as the summoner, Yukari as the sheriff of Kilikka, Junpei the wandering swordsman, Akihiko the blitzer (and former warrior-monk), Shinji the blitzer (and former warrior-monk), Mitsuru the blitz team manager, Fuuka the Al Bhed alchemist. Strega as a summoner-guardian team. It sounds awesome in my head, but doesn't work out when I try to write it.
• Untitled Catherine/P3 xover: Junpei/Yukari, weirdness. I have no idea where this was going.

 

[LostDeviljho]

In that case, we should totally make a list here. (to be updated when LD gets on his computer)

Click to shrink...

Fate (Currently preparing to start Zero)
TTGL
Rolling Girls > PMMM > Symphogear
FMA (Currently status: Episode 6 of Brotherhood)
JJBA (Currently status: Episode 21 of SDC)
Thrilling Intent
Merlin
Blood Blockade Battlefront
Redline
RWBY S5
Kubo and the Two Strings
Interstellar

 

[fallintolife]

January Writing Report

Miscellaneous Unpublished Stuff: ~20,000
Enter The Dragon: ~16,000

As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I write a lot. If I have the time, it becomes this all-encompassing drive, one that results in a lot of creativity released out into the world. From 19 Jan to 2 Feb I published 18,783 words in Enter The Dragon, releasing a new chapter every day. I've written in total about twice that, between advance chapters and notes about future occurrences.

That said, that level of writing generally only comes about when I'm unemployed, or underemployed. I'd love to do this full-time, but it doesn't pay the bills just yet. Any possible support makes it a little easier to breathe during those times, and I'm hoping to eventually transition into a writing career. That said, I've got a Patreon tip jar available. Broke like me? Spread the hype! Someone somewhere will feel generous enough to drop a few dollars into the bucket, and I truly believe that eventually it'll add up into me being able to be this productive full-time.

Even if you're not about it, I still definitely appreciate the people who just quietly read and appreciate. I write this because my muse demands it, but I share it so other people can go for the ride with me. Thank you for coming along.

 

[fallintolife]

A crackling boom, a cloud of smoke, and five beings shimmer into existence, all very far from home.

Of the five, the gnome sitting atop his pony recovers first [1]. He wheels his steed around with a click and a squeeze of his heels, hand going for one of the vials in his pocket before resting both hand and vial on one thigh. He hopes not to have to use the roiling-green glass concoction, but he does not recognize his surroundings or the persons around him, and it is possible foul forces are at work here.

Across from him, a small figure cradles his head, groaning loudly. Brushing his hair out of his face, he forces his chin up, looking around himself. "Oh, balls," he says, eyes wide. "I don't think I'm in Worchester any more."

In the center of the room stands a spearman, one hand clutching the shaft of his weapon and the other held out in front of him as he bends over. He looks distinctly green in the face, and his abdomen ripples with restrained nausea. "Where is Worchester?"

The elf standing against one of the walls reaches for her bow, only to wince and gag at the motion. She grits her teeth and forces her arm to move slowly towards her belt knife instead; just because no one has moved yet doesn't mean she shouldn't be armed. She appeared abruptly in a stone room with four strange people and a pounding headache. This is not indicative of a stable situation.

"Far from here," says the kobold leaned against one the wall opposite from the elf. He pushes off with a rattle of chainmail, readying his shield but not drawing the sword at his side. Both chainmail and shield bear an image that no one else in the room recognizes, but would guess to be noble heraldry. "I think the better question is: where is here?"

No one volunteers an answer. Slowly, they all recover from what was done to them, hands straying to weapons and spines straightening.

"Alright," the spearman says, "why don't we start at the beginning? Has one of you done this? Brought us all here?"

Glances go about the room, alternately wary and confused.

"I have not," the kobold says, letting his shield arm hang at his side. "Nor know I of magics that could breach my home to bring me thus."

"I would not," says the gnome.

The elf frowns at the kobold, tucking her mouth in at one side. "I recognize that accent. You're from the north."

Crossing his arms over his chest and bowing slightly at the waist, the kobold nods. "I am Amare Zaman, my lady. And you?"

"Hulandri."

The spearman tosses off a salute to them both. "Andrew."

"Oaken," says the gnome atop his pony.

"Well I'll be fucked," the small figure says, then pauses. "Not literally. I'm Sohlain, not Fucked. Think we've an answer, though." He waves to the walls.

The other four look to their surroundings for the first time. In one corner crackles a torch, putting off just enough light for most of them to see the others, if only dimly. A hallway twists away from the room they're in, the ends of it wreathed in shadows. The walls around them, however, have writing that glows just brightly enough to be read despite the poor lighting.

"No harm given here, no harm taken. If beyond this room you venture, your swords sharpen once more," Andrew reads, in the measured cadence of a man who can't help but read aloud when he reads at all. His eyes drop to the next line. "Descend with caution, but descend you must: the bottom of this place holds the key to your escape."

"More questions than answers," Hulandri comments, arms folded over her chest. Her fingers still itch for her bow, but drawing it fully would commit her to hostilities. She won't be the first to fire; she'd much rather be the last.

"It's like in the stories, innit?" Sohlain shrugs when they all look to him. "Mismatched group stolen by a wizard or something, forced to play a game?"

"This could be a trial, aye," Amare says thoughtfully.

Andrew shakes his head. "Why us? I don't know about you, but I'm just a mercenary. I don't even have my own rep yet. I tag along with someone else's company, we guard something boring, I take my cut to the bars. I doubt anybody even noticed I'm gone."

Hulandri snorts but doesn't say anything of her own situation. Oaken shakes his head. "It will take my brothers a long while to notice my absence. We do not keep correspondence, and I am not a leader in our community."

"Much it pains me to admit, but I am the sixth son of a sixth son," Amare says, "my absence will be remarked, but it may take many seasons for my family to decide I am missing instead of merely questing."

"I have a habit of taking long, enthusiastic walks," Sohlain says. "Could be the connection here. We're no one notable, hey? Easy to toy with, no consequences?"

Andrew tilts his head. "Sounds like you know a lot about that kind of thing, huh?" It isn't quite a joke.

"Please, there is no reason for your tone," Amare cuts in, stepping forward. "We are all the same here."

Andrew rolls his eyes. "Yeah no offense, but I'm not going to be told to play nice by a kobold."

"I am descended from a long line of--"

"Shut up, both of you." Hulandri's voice cracks like a whip, neatly silencing them both. Her crystalline blue eyes drill holes into them. "If any one of us did that, you really want to piss them off? Mages don't learn just the one kind of magic, you idiots. Whoever did this doesn't just figure out the spell for 'yank a couple people from their houses and stick them in an underground room' and call it done. They learn iceballs and how to make swamps in the blink of an eye. Unless you're really sure we're all just players and not the master, the smart thing is to play along."

Andrew opens his mouth, then slowly shuts it as he thinks better of whatever he was going to say. Sohlain and Oaken both nod reluctantly along with Hulandri's point, and Amare bows his head to concede the debate.

"Alright, so let's get smart. If whoever did this wanted us to fight it out, they wouldn't have made it so we couldn't hurt each other when we first got here," Hulandri says, drawing her belt knife. She cautiously pricks her finger, which refuses to do more than dent. She pushes harder, and nothing happens, despite her knife being more than sharp enough to break skin. Nodding in satisfaction, she puts it away again. "The instructions didn't say there was a limit on how many of us could make it out, but it didn't say there wasn't one, either. I say we get down to the bottom, and if there's only one or two people that can exit, we figure it out then." She turns to Sohlain. "You. Sohln. What did you say about stories?"

"It's Sohlain, actually. Soh-lain." At her eyeroll, he huffs and continues, "In the old stories, some wizard goes crazy with too much power, and decides everything's a game. He builds some tower, or dungeon, or an entire other plane of existence, and sends strangers into it, telling 'em they get out if they make it all the way. If they get through it, he changes his mind at the last minute and they've gotta kill him to escape. It's an old legend. Lots of different tellings."

"In the trials," Amare adds, "it's a devil pretending to be the One God, and their job is to lead the righteous astray. The trials take the form of moral conflict. Will you eat, or feed your shieldbrothers? Will you kill an innocent, or allow yourself to be killed?"

"Let's hope it's not one of those," Sohlain mutters.

Hulandri nods slowly, ignoring Sohlain. "There've got to be challenges. You don't just stick someone in something like that and have them walk down two flights of stairs, and there's the exit. There'll be...."

"Puzzles," Oaken offers quietly. "Traps. Tricks. Corrupted beasts."

"Undead," Andrew groans. "I hate undead."

"So, first thing: we figure out what we're good at. Whoever did this wants us to work for it. We have to know what tools we have."

The information comes out in fits and starts, with rough patches smoothed over by need and willpower. Amare considers himself a defensive fighter, and a smith. He admits the latter is likely unimportant in a place like this, but he knows to maintain their gear. Hulandri is an archer who can see perfectly in the dark. Oaken has a handful of alchemical concoctions with him, and of course his steed, but it's clear he feels out of place in an artificially-constructed setting. Andrew has some skill with the spear and javelin, and a smattering of other tools that he says "may or may not come up". Sohlain scribes scrolls of power, not that he anticipates having the time or materials for it here. He has some small magical power of his own, but admits he has very little combat training or experience.

On Sohlain's recommendation, they also tally up food supplies: they have three weeks of food if they are very careful and keep a close eye on what will go stale or bad first, but less than a weeks' worth of water. Sohlain can conjure enough water for one or two people in a day, but energy spent on their water needs is energy not kept in reserve for his other magics. They have a great deal of wilderness foraging skill at their disposal, but the likelihood of finding vegetation is small.

"We have three weeks," Hulandri says, "without ever finding any other supplies, and if Sohlain conjures us water every day." She turns to Oaken. "What about your...?"

He bows his head. "I have more feed and water for my companion than I do for myself. You need not consider him in your calculations."

"Can we like... eat the monsters?" Andrew suggests, wincing. "I mean, we're pretty sure there are gonna be monsters, right? So if we've got all that meat just sitting around, why let it go to waste?"

"Corrupted beasts are considered unclean by God," Amare says, "but I will help you hunt and butcher them for yourselves if it becomes necessary."

"Okay, but doesn't your guy take into account--"

"I don't want to eat an otyugh, but we'll see what happens," Hulandri cuts into Andrew's attempt to debate theology.

Outside of this place, she would ignore him and continue with her life, but here they don't have the time. In a fight, their options are a kobold who stands below her shoulder (and elves are not among the tallest races in the world to begin with), a skinny alchemist, an elven archer... and Andrew, the spearman. Sohlain has never been in more than a barfight and doesn't carry a proper weapon. Andrew is the biggest among them even with Oaken on his pony; she can't just leave him behind for being an idiot.

"I will lead," Amare volunteers. "My eyes are keen in all but mage-darkness."

"Andrew, you follow him." Hulandri orders. When he opens his mouth to protest, she raises an eyebrow. He subsides, grumbling.

"Forward." Amare unsheathed his sword, heading towards the passage.

--

Spoiler: Statistics & Maps

[1] Initial Initiative: Oaken 20, Sohlain 18, Andrew 16, Hulandri 8, Amare 7

Character statblocks:

Amare Zaman
Male Kobold Aristocrat, Level 1, Init -1, HP 9/9, Speed 30'
AC 17, Touch 10, Flat-footed 17, Fort 1, Ref -1, Will 2, Base Attack Bonus 0
Longsword -1 (1d8-2, 19-20/x2)
Chainmail, Light steel shield (+5 Armor, +1 Shield, -1 Dex, +1 Size, +1 Natural)
Abilities Str 6, Dex 9, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 11, Cha 11
Condition None

Hulandri
Female Gray Elf Half-Fiend, Level 1, Init 2, HP 8/8, Speed 30'
AC 13, Touch 12, Flat-footed 11, Fort 0, Ref 4, Will 2, Base Attack Bonus 0
Claw (2) -2 (1d4-2, 20/x2)
Bite -2 (1d6-2, 20/x2)
Longbow (20/20) +3 (PBS) (1d8+1, x3)
(+2 Dex, +1 Natural)
Abilities Str 7, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 10
Condition None

Oaken
Male Forest Gnome Druid, Level 1, Init 0, HP 9/9, Speed 20' / 30' pony
AC 11, Touch 11, Flat-footed 11, Fort 3, Ref 0, Will 4, Base Attack Bonus 0, Power Points 97
Ranged touch Flask of acid +1 (1d6, 20/x2)
(+1 Size)
Abilities Str 7, Dex 10, Con 13, Int 13, Wis 15, Cha 9
Condition None

Andrew
Male Human, Level 1, Init -1, HP 10/10, Speed 30'
AC 13, Touch 9, Flat-footed 13, Fort 2, Ref 1, Will 0, Base Attack Bonus 1
Longspear +4 (1d8+3, x3)
(-1 Dex, +4 Natural)
Abilities Str 15, Dex 8, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 7, Cha 13
Condition None

Sohlain
Nonbinary Lightfoot Halfling Adept, Level 1, Init 1, HP 4/4, Speed 20
AC 12, Touch 12, Flat-footed 11, Fort -1, Ref 2, Will 3, Base Attack Bonus 0
Sling (10/10) +3 (1d3, x2)
Dagger (1/1) +2 (1d3, 19-20/x2)
(+1 Dex, +1 Size)
Abilities Str 10, Dex 13, Con 6, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 8
Condition None

basically I made up a bunch of random tables, rolled on them until I got characters, and then found a bunch of dungeon generation tables and did the same thing. somehow a story happened.