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jkrockin · 1 year

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ao3 wrapped ALL BITCH

oh my friend, you are a reliable source of "wanting to know shit", as always.

How many words have you written this year?

I have put 48,376 words on AO3! How many have I written? Trickier to calculate, but there’s about 50k in my mountain of drafts, approximately 30k of which I wrote this year but haven’t finished.

How many works did you publish this year?

Nine!

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Fairly recent, but I’m really happy with the strangerthings werewolf thing I turned out for a Halloween exchange.

What work of yours has the most hits?

From 2022, it’s the Steve/Eddie thing where they go to a Judas Priest show.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I’m always a little surprised when stuff gets feedback at all, since I loathe doing promo and that’s basically how you get words in front of eyeballs, but I was delighted with how my Fitzjames/Goodsir fic about jerking off was received.

Favorite title you used

“heart into a glacier”. What better choice is there for a double drabble about a hairy old man confronting the inevitability of death in the ice than Kim Petras lyrics?

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I exclusively use song lyrics (or poetry), and the only artist I used twice was Paul Kelly (on my werewolf fics), so I guess him!

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

It’s Steve/Eddie strangerthings, at a current total of 4 fics!

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Shocked and appalled to report that I only wrote ONE Crozier/Fitzjames fic this year, but I think it’s still them.

What work was the quickest to write?

Also “heart into a glacier”, which I knocked out in about three hours (that’s how long it usually takes me to write 200 words tbh)

What work took you the longest to write?

This year's Dear God, Jenn, Speed Up award goes to “a sense cannot be described” (the Fitzjames/Goodsir jerkoff fic), which according to my tracking spreadsheet I started writing in December 2020 and finished in February 2022.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Let’s consult the tracking spreadsheet again! In the in-progress tabs, there are 24 WIPs, though one of those is for an exchange due later this month.

What’s your longest work of the year?

Judas Priest thing ("you gotta get a reaction") again!

What’s your shortest work of the year?

“heart into a glacier” again!

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

This is the same question as question 12.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

“Anal Sex”! 🎉

Your favorite character to write this year?

It’s my BOYYYYYYY Eddie Munson, blorbo of my heart (or at least of my year, since, like, April)

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Annoyingly I do struggle a bit with my other boyyyyy Steve Harrington’s voice. This is annoying because I keep having ideas where he’s the best POV character, and a witch cursed me to only write in close third-person single POV.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

*glances at my 12 Steve/Eddie WIPs* uh.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I actually don’t re-read my own work much, though I have no issue with those who do. Probably “you gotta get a reaction” again, since I broke my own rules and started posting before I was done writing, and I had to re-read the first chapter to get back into the flow.

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

2,329.

Which work has the most comments?

Also “you gotta get a reaction”.

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Nope! I still have yet to actually collaborate on something and end up finishing it.

Did you write any gifts this year?

I only did two exchanges this year— the Fruity Four Cocktail Hour discord’s Halloween mixer (the werewolf thing) and Fall Fitzier exchange (this coworkers-who-hate-each-other on a blind date thing https://archiveofourown.org/works/43300659 ), and I guess you could count heart into a glacier again as a gift for TUUNBAQ WITH A GUN.

Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! I thoroughly enjoyed my monster-hunter gift from Halloween, and the incomparable Kit wrote me this excellent Arctic no-nut November fic for Fitziermas!

What’s your most common category?

M/M. Writing women without getting in my fat dyke feelings is hard.

What do you listen to while writing?

I listen to a lot of synthwave and study beats when I’m trying to concentrate. Timecop1983, Mort Garson, Extrawelt, Kavinsky, Louie Zong, Dance With the Dead, kind of thing.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Uhhhhhhh this is always a toughie, I like everything I wrote! I wouldn’t have shown them to anyone else if I didn’t! I’m going to give it to my Fall Fitzier Exchange work, “pass a lucky penny by” (link at no. 24) which I struggled with but ended up happy with.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I said a whole wanky thing about taking stuff out of context earlier but I quite liked this opening paragraph, from the Little/Crozier dream sex thing from Rarepair Week:

Most of Edward’s dreams, when he remembers them, are hazy, more sound and colour than anything else. Sometimes he has place-dreams of his parent’s house, searching cellar to attic for the sounds of his mother or his sisters’ voices, always a room away; sometimes, he dreams of being back aboard ships he had served on, adrift on a featureless imaginary sea.

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

How fast I can get blorbo brainworms, I think? I’d started writing Eddie stuff like halfway through watching s4 and had a pile of concepts together by the time part 2 dropped, and my Spotify is just RUINED with 80’s metal.

#ask me ask me ask me #every meme and every youyou #boogerwookiesugarcookie

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beowulfs-booty-call · 6 years

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1, 3, 10, 15, 16, 24 and 51!

HOOO BOYYYYY I DIDN’T GET TO ANSWER THIIIISSSSSSS KLAUS

1: What's your OCs favorite color?

For Demi: Green, but he’s partial to more “mystical colors” like purple and aqua!

For Fimbulvetr: He actually “doesn’t like” colors, but only because he never took time out to, y’know, know life beyond being a sentinel. But he unconsciously likes green and red! Demi likes to tease him by making him look like a Christmas reindeer in the winter season much to his displeasure.

Persephone: Loves almost every single light and showy color of the spectrum, and has many decadent and flashy dresses of all shapes and sizes because she has a rainbow in her closet. If she were to choose just one, it’d be royal purple. It was the color Hades specifically chose to adorn her with when he first brought her to the underground.

3: What's your OCs favorite food?

Demi loves loves loves meat, but he’s very fond of seafood! But, really, my boy loves nothing more than digging into roasted chicken or a whole seafood combo, he’s very “big” on eating meals and not snacks. Get him chicken over rice, and he will tearfully thank you.

...It’d also be a lie to say he wasn’t run out of a Chinese buffet because he just wouldn’t stop eating all the king crab legs.

Fimbulvetr doesn’t “try” to eat, but after learning from Demi, his favorite food isn’t really... Food. He just loves drinking tea! And of course, he’s fine and dandy with a salad or something “light”. TO this day, Demi doesn’t understand how a guy that built eats something “light”.

10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?

Demi actually really loves wearing this “special” t shirt he got from a wrestler he’s a super big fan of. Like, he is so... Devoted to it, he considered it a holy artifact and only wore it once every now and again because he really loves that wrestler. And like, he has a Captain America shirt that conforms to his body and boy oh boy does he enjoy that.

But his favorite besides that is flannel definitely! Skinny jeans, a must, and besides that? Leather jacket and leather jeans. He’s a bad boy with black sunglasses that apologizes 20 times to the in and out fast food rollerskating waitress for asking to get extra sauce.

He’s... Something else entirely, even if he shows up as someone totally else.

Fimbulvetr likes being modest but... The truth is he likes going shirtless or just wearing only a jacket and his “pants”. He claims its to make him feel less burdened but the reality is: When you used to be a demon tree, one supposes you miss the feeling of standing stationary and beginning photosynthesis.

15: What makes your OC angry?

Oy, for Demi, that’s:

- Being told what to wear and what to do without giving him a choice

- Being called a “fool” (Ironically he pulls the food card more than anyone else.)

- Making other people feel bad (He takes things out on himself a lot.)

- Controlling people and making fun of his friends or him

- “Fake” people and not being able to eat or sleep in

- “Your call is very important to us, please hold an-”

- When you can’t find a good tv show to watch while eating

- Spending time with people he’s uncomfortable with

- Disney movies / Movies that are all about singing (He can’t stand them!)

For Fimb:

- Told that he won’t fall in love or be “human”

- Someone hurting the person he’s devoted himself to. (He’s vehemently protective.)

- Talkative people (to a point)

- Know-it-alls

- People with no manners, clean up after yourself

- People who don’t respect the environment

- The supposed preordained

- When trying to thread a needle, and the thread won’t go through. (He’s had to fix his clothes... Quite a bit.)

16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?

Demi? He’s... sort of a pollyanna, he likes all the seasons of the year in the little ways: But he likes fall the best because it’s not too cold, and it’s not too warm and he likes to stick around in a certain forest watching a certain “knight” defend it.

It’s also when he gets discounts for chai lattes and he’s HEADS OVER HEELS FOR THEM

Fimbulvetr likes spring the most, it reminds him that life is abundant, and

“For a tall, built man like him to be making flower wreaths and crowns? It’s absolutely adorable!!!” (Demi Lilith, “My Unrequited Crush”, 2017)

He likes making gifts for someone. Who? Dunno, but he does like making wooden animals and crafts just for the hell of it, he’s very particular about this one little carved wolf he had made long ago. Every spring, he makes a new one to form a pack of little wolves.

24: What does your OC smell like?

Hm, this one’s a bit interesting, actually!

Demi precisely smells like frankincense and myrrh mixed with this “fruity” scent due to the whole incubi gig. Instead of sweat, he like other lust demons just make a sweet fragrance unique to them all, each one different to the other. Demi’s is just a light... More “soft” floral scent that’s earthy but not too pungent.

Fimbulvetr though, he smells like pine and fresh earth from being well, a tree before. Though, he does prefer to smell all kinds of perfumes and colognes that Demi has told him about in the city, it’s like the reverse of that one perfume shop in Spongebob

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While Demi’s dying, Fimbulvetr is asking for every single handout there is and doesn’t understand why Demi hates “scents”. (My dude just wants to literally smell like you Fimb you smell like pine and smoke for god sakes it’s meant to be, he’s a lumberjack.)

51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?

Oh man, Demi loves Lounge Music, but he also likes music he can dance to because, well, he IS a stripper after all. That said? He loves traditional songs Parvati dances to and wants to learn under her someday! But otherwise, he sticks to 80′s songs or Disco / Funk if he’s not too busy singing “Ally-Ana” and her many tracks such as:

“So like, into you”

“Night to Night”

But he ALSO loves “New Gersey club” remixes, he can’t help but dance to them, however...

He sometimes forget people can see him and gets immediately flustered and stiff because he HATES when people watch him dancing. Ironic for a stripper, but in his case,

“When I’m in the scene, I’m a whole other Demi, I’m Demetri, and no one can tell me otherwise. I’m on fire, and babe? I’m gonna make you mine.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that, ahhhhh.”

(Demi Lilith, “My Unrequited Crush”, 2017)

Don’t be surprised you see him in Jazz clubs though, he’s a very budding critic of them!

Fimbulvetr actually likes traditional music too, but only in the sense of gothic violins and such. Similar to how Castelvania did a violin mix of Richter’s theme in 64

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He personally digs the sort of vibe and aesthetic and has been poking at a certain “dancer” to dance this sort song for him. Why? He doesn’t really “know”, just that it’s his favorite and that he hopes that sort of practice will help someone learn more about traditional dancing!

Otherwise, he’s a generally sweet guy who likes jazz songs, but doesn’t really take time to listen to music much because he’s very big about his job. Work first, self later, so to speak.

Gosh, I can’t thank you enough, Klaus! Sorry I didn’t answer this quick enough though!!!!

#Wulf answers #Long post #OC asks #Demi #Fimbulvetr #My OCs #Lore #Klaus #klausvonreinherz

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sarcasmdolann-blog · 6 years

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I was super bored and wrote this...enjoy

You and your 2 best friends were going out for the night, looking for a man to take home. While curling your hair, you get a Facetime from Stephanie, one of your friends. Immediately dropping your iron, burning your fingers, you press accept. Her blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled face pops up.

“Hey BIIIITCH!!!” you say enthusiastically.

“Heyyyyy HOEE!!” Stephanie replies. She has a small smile on her face.

“Hey what’s wrong Steph?” you ask.

“I have to cancel on you and Bec...I...met someone about a week ago and I realllly like him. Maybe we can go out next weekend? All of us this time?”

“Yeah of course! I’ll tell Rebe-,” she cuts you off.

“No need! Already told her. I gotta go so I’ll talk to you later. And get you a MAN this time for fucks sake!” you laugh, say your goodbyes, and hang up. You look in the mirror and see your half-curled, half-straight hair.

“I’m definitely not getting a man tonight with that hair,” you laugh to yourself.

**At the Club with Rebecca**

“Ooooh look at that hottie over by the bar Y/N! He cuuuute,” Rebecca slurs, obviously drunk. You, on the other hand, had a couple of shots but not enough to have an affect on you.

“Go make a mooooove!” she yells into your ear again and stalks off towards the middle of the dance floor. You take a deep breath and start walking towards the bar.

~~~

“Hi can I get a uhhh….” you trail off and stare out into outer space, thinking of what to order.

“Try the Seaside Serpent. Fruity but, boy does it have a kick,” a deep voice says beside you. You look over, startled, and see the guy Rebecca pointed to earlier. He has a smirk on his face as he looks at you. You turn back to the bartender and ask for a Seaside Serpent. While he makes the drink you order, you turn back to the guy next to you.

“Grayson,” he stuck out his hand.

“Y/N,” you say grabbing his hand and shaking it lightly.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here where all the maniacs are at?” he says taking a sip of his drink.

“Out with a friend,” you say looking out on the dance floor, ”Do you fall under the category?” you ask, looking back at Grayson, raising your eyebrow.

“What category?” he asked confused.

“You said where all the maniacs are at. Do you fall into the group?” you ask, smirking. He looks down and laughs, then looks back at you.

“No I’m more of a laid-back type of guy,” he says with a bright smile. The bartender caught your attention as he hands you a blue drink. The drink looked exactly like Grayson’s. You thanked the bartender and turned back. You hesitate, then take a sip. Multiple tropical flavors exploded in your mouth. Bits of sour and sweet here and there. You swallowed what was it’s in your mouth. It went down your throat, stinging and leaving a vodka aftertaste.

“Like it?” he asks, staring at you intently. You nodded and took another sip.

“Not to be a creep or anything, but how old are you?” You ask him. He chuckles deeply and says, “23, you?”

“I’m 22.” You began to feel light headed. Your vision started to get blurry and your knees weak. You dropped the drink and feel into Grayson’s chest. The rest you don’t remember.

**Later on that Night**

“Hey. Y/N? Are you awake?”

You eyes parted slightly and tried to make out the blurry figure in front of you. Your vision slowly started to clear allowing you to see the figure. It was Grayson.

“Grayson? Where am I? What happened?” you ask, raising up in a huge bed.

“H-hey hey hey, lay back down. You’re at my place. You blacked out. The Seaside Serpent was too strong for you I guess,” he smiled.

“You have a really big bed...it’s comfy,” you said snuggling deeper into the covers, closing your eyes. A sudden dip in the bed made you jolt your eyes open. You turn enough to see Grayson, tired and shirtless. You shift your position so you can see him fully. He looked over at you and said, “Wanna watch a movie?”

Your face lit up and you nodded. He got out of the bed to get his laptop and some food. You watched his every move and analyzed him. A flaw? Nope didn’t see one. And when his back muscles tensed up when he grabbed something, OOOOOH BOYYYYY! He turned with chips, soda, popcorn, chocolate, candy, and his laptop in his arms. You laugh at how he’s struggling to keep everything up. Stuff starts to tumble out of his arms as he begins walking towards the bed.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans. You get up and help him by grabbing the stuff that fell and some stuff on top of the pile in his arms. He looks over at you and smiles. You try your best not to blush and walk over to the bed. He follows behind you and puts the stuff in his arms down in between you two. He opens his laptop and turns on your favorite Christmas movie.

~~~

About 45 minutes into the movie, you begin to get tired again.

“Grayson what time is it?”

“Uhh 12:38. You tired?” He asks pausing the movie and looking at you. You nod and snuggle deeper into the covers. He takes everything off the bed and puts his laptop on his dresser.

“Wait!” You exclaim, “Where’s my phone?” He points to a small table next to a chair in the corner of the room. You get up and grab your phone to see multiple missed calls and texts from both Stephanie and Rebecca. “Hey um..where your bathroom?” He signals for you to follow him, which you do. As you follow him down many hallways and go through many doors, you realize how big his house is. You zoned off so when he stops, you ran right into his back. “Ope- I-I’m so sorry! I did-,” he cut you off by kissing you. Seaside Serpent aftertaste from both of you mixed together as your mouths collide. You pull away and look at Grayson with wide eyes. “Sorry...I was tempted,” he says, “I’ll wait for you to get done so you don’t get lost.” You nod, still in a daze, and turn into the room he led you to. The bathroom has marble floors and counters. There’s two sinks, a jacuzzi, and a steam shower. Your mouth drops at the sight.

~~~

After you do your business, you walk out to see Grayson leaning up against the wall beside the door. Once he sees you’re done, he proceeds to walk back the hallways again. You reach his bedroom and instantly climb into the bed. Sleep overpowers everything else in your body at the moment. A dip in the bed next to you occurs again but you don’t mind it.

“Grayson?”

“Yeah what’s up?”

“Do you have, like, a nickname or something? Saying your full name is getting kinda...old.”

“Yeah you can call me Gray,” he says raising up beside you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I call you mine?” He murmurs so low you couldn’t hear it.

“What?”

“Never mind. Stupid question,” he mumbles laying back down.

“No Gray what did you say? I promise I won’t judge,” you say scooting closer to his body. His breath hitched as your hand grazed his side.

“Gray please?” You plead. You place a hand on his cheek and turn his face towards you. His eyes are full of lust as he scans your face. He grabs your hand that has on his cheek and closes his eyes. You lean in and kiss him, taking him and yourself by surprise. He drops your hand and grabs you by your waist, pulling you closer. Your arms reach around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. The Seaside Serpent aftertaste stronger than before. His tongue explored your mouth as yours did his. He raises your leg up by your thigh and draped it over his waist. You pull away and ask, “How far are we taking this?”

“As far as you let me,” he throws his head back into his pillow with a huff. You look down at his abdomen and feel yourself start to crave something you haven’t craved in 4 years. His touch. His lips. His nails digging into your thighs while he plunges into you. You were craving him. Without having any control over yourself, you pull yourself onto his lap, straddling him.

“How about further?” you ask with a smirk on your face. Your hands land on his chest as you lean down and connect your lips with his once again. His hands find their way to your ass and squeezes it lightly. Your fingers run through his soft hair, pulling slightly. He groans against your lips and squeezes your ass again, harder. A moan escapes your lips, surprising yourself. He flips you over so he’s on top, not breaking the kiss. Your legs still wrapped around his waist as he lowers his chest onto your body and grinds his hips into yours. He begins to kiss your cheek and jawline, leaving red and purple circles all over the area. Your hands still in his hair, tugging with ever suck and lick he makes on your neck. He finishes his work of art with a large mark on the side of your neck. Your breathing was fast, unsteady, as he continued to grind his hips into yours.

“G-Grayson oh m-my god,” you gasp. You felt him getting hard against your core. You push him off you.

“Are we gonna do this fully clothed?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. “Unzip my dress?” He does as you say and peel your black dress off your body, revealing your bra and thong. You throw your dress off the the bed and make your way back to Grayson. His eyes scan your body as you get closer. He licks his lips, pulling you closer by the waist. You put your hands on the brim of his shorts and loop your fingers around the hem.

“Can I?” He nods. You bite your lip and pull his shorts down to his knees. His hard on springs up and hits his belly button.

“Fuck this,” he mumbles and grabs a condom from his drawer.

He puts it on and gets on top, lining himself up by your entrance and starts teasing you by rubbing your clit with his thumb. Immediately sending chills throughout your whole body. You arch your back and let out a soft moan.

"G-gray stop tea-"

He cuts you off by slamming himself into you, making you let out a loud moan. He pushes himself in and out at a slow pace.

"Grayson faster p-please?"

He starts to go faster. His right hand finds its way up to your breast. He grabs it harshly, getting a moan from you again.

You are both a moaning mess. He keeps slamming into you until he hits your g-spot.

"Ah oh my god, Grayson" you moan.

"Moan my name, baby," he whispers in you ear. He begins kissing your neck

where all the hickies are. His thrusts get sloppier, signaling that he was close. His groans were enough to send you over the edge. You feel a rush through your body as you begin to shake. Grayson hit his climax after you and collapsed on your stomach.

He pulls out and disposes the condom.

"Shit, y/n," Grayson's says, crawling in beside you in bed. You were still breathless and shaking, not knowing what to say.

“Grayson that was…amazing.” You say after you catch your breath. You roll over to face him and say, “Round two in the shower?”

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