#i’ve got a bunch more wips that i’ll try to finish and post in the new year!
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thank you all so much for an amazing year! here’s a compilation of all my favorite works from 2023, i’m extremely grateful for the support from you all! here’s to another year of making and creating :) 🫶✨💕
#rin’s artchive#art summary 2023#i’ve got a bunch more wips that i’ll try to finish and post in the new year!#this year was the one i improved the most in with my art!! im really proud of the works i made and really happy that you guys enjoyed them!#thank you all again so much!! the tags in the reblogs always made me my day <3
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Airport Troubles
kai parker x reader
summary: you face some trouble with TSA while trying to catch your flight. the suspicious agent uses some unconventional methods to get the truth out of you.
tags: roleplay / sexual roleplay, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, cuddling, mention of pregnancy, minor breeding kink oops
word count: 3.4k
a/n: it's taken me 4 days to publish this bc I finish work and then immediately fall asleep. also this is so cheesy but I haven't posted in a while, so I pulled something out of my wip graveyard (this has been in there for months)😅 slowly working on requests!
“Hey, I’ve got a new idea.” Your boyfriend comes up to you, a mischievous smile on his face.
“Hm, what’s that?”
“TSA check.”
“Huh?”
“Like airport security.”
“I know what it is, Kai. What idea do you have with that?”
“You stand still and I check you over. Make sure you’re not gonna land in a new city and kill a bunch of people.”
You snort, “shouldn’t I be checking you then?”
The joke flies over his head, “no, because I need to be the one touching you.”
Instead of trying to explain your joke, you giggle, “okay. Friday night?”
“Yes.” There’s a dark glimmer in his eye as he agrees.
It should scare you, but it has the opposite effect. “Okay. I’ll be ready.”
Proud of himself, he gives you a kiss before crashing onto the couch. Not two minutes later, he’s calling you over to cuddle, and when you do, he’s instantly out like a light.
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You spend a solid hour getting ready for Kai’s new roleplay idea. These types of things always get him so excited, both of you, really, so you put extra effort into your appearance.
Underneath jeans and a plain t-shirt, you’re wearing a black lingerie set - one that’s a little more complicated than those you usually wear. Sometimes it’s fun seeing him struggle to take them off, but you have to hold back the giggles so he doesn’t catch onto your tricks. The difficulty makes him frustrated, which leads to him being rougher when he finally gets it off.
Smirking at the thought, you complete the look with socks and shoes, plus a coat and backpack. You plan a loose dialogue to go with it, then head downstairs at nine sharp.
The minute you come around the corner, Kai’s right there, and you almost smack straight into him.
“Excuse me, ma’am, please watch where you’re going.”
“Sorry, sir.” You bite your lip to not laugh. It always takes you a minute to get comfortable with a new character.
“Where are you headed?”
“Terminal A, going to New York.”
“I see. Well, good thing that flight’s not leaving for another forty-five minutes, because you’ve been randomly selected for a pat down.”
“May I ask why? Did I do something wrong?”
“Not entirely, ma’am. However, your inattention to your surroundings is a little suspicious to me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No worries. Just come with me.”
“Okay.”
He leads you into your living room, blinds closed, illuminated by two lamps in the corners.
“We’re using lamps instead of the overhead light so that the flashlights work better,” he explains.
“Oh, okay, sounds good. I like that better actually. Big lights hurt my eyes.”
“Why? Are you high?”
“What? No! Just… I have sensitive eyes.”
He’s quiet for a minute, then speaks into an invisible radio on his hip. “Gonna need you to bring me a drug test, Brenda. Might need it.”
You resist the urge to laugh, again.
“Is security funny to you, ma’am?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry.”
“Alright, stand still. Do you have your ID and passport?”
“Yes,” you hand them over and he looks through both briefly.
“Okay, jacket off. And I’m going to look through that and your bag.”
You bite your lip, shrugging off the items. If Kai drags this out, you’re going to die.
“Just a little patience, won’t take long.”
“Okay.”
One-by-one, Kai pulls the things out of your bag and comments on them.
“What’s this exactly?”
“Curling iron. For hair.”
“Okay.”
“Hmm, phone charger, small deodorant, pens, notebook, glasses, looking good. Hold up, condoms?”
You blush red.
“It’s alright, better safe than sorry.” He continues, “book, nail file, oh - this lipgloss, I’m going to have to discard it because it’s a weird color.”
“What?”
“Yeah, it’s showing up green on the light, and that’s weird.” He throws the gloss out without further inspection. As it flies across the room, all you can do is throw up your hands. “Protocol.”
“Sure.”
“Hmm, now what’s this? Another curling iron?”
“Um, no. That’s a… personal effects tool.”
“A what?”
“A, um-”
“You’re going to have to be crystal clear with me, young lady.”
“It’s a vibrator.”
“A vibrator?”
“Yes.”
“Then what are the condoms for?”
“Wha-”
“Nevermind, not my problem. As long as it’s not a weapon, you can keep it.”
“What about my lip gloss?”
“No, ma’am, you can’t keep that. I already told you why.”
You groan in fake frustration.
“But the rest of your bag is clear. Okay, now for the pat down portion, you’re going to have to stand still with your arms out. I’m going to check your upper body first.”
“Okay.” You do as you’re told, biting your cheek hard.
Kai runs his hands along your arms, squeezing from your shoulders to your fingertips. On two occasions, he runs the back of his hand along your skin, letting his nails tickle you. Again, you fight the urge to giggle.
He then focuses his gaze on your chest. “What’s this necklace?”
“It’s from my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he’s actually waiting for me in New York.”
“Why didn’t you just fly together?”
“Conflicting schedules and all that.”
“Okay.” He runs a finger along your collarbone before muttering, “all good there.” His hands are all over your body now. They cup your breasts and rub your nipples, then move down to squeeze your waist. Kai rests a hand on the small of your back as his other feels your stomach.
“Is this standard procedure?” You question as he touches your breasts again.
“Please don’t interrupt me, ma’am. This is very important.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to need to check your lower half now.”
“Okay. Did I pass on the top half?”
“Yes.”
“Cool.”
“Spread your legs.”
He wastes no time moving to your hips, then thighs. “I need to touch here.”
“Okay.”
His hands hold and squeeze your butt. A finger is run along your crotch until it rests above your clothed clit. Suddenly he applies pressure, sending a jolt up your spine.
“How’s your sexual performance?”
“What?”
“How do you perform sexually?”
“Um.”
“You must answer the question.”
“I’m fine, I guess. I don’t know.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“No.”
“Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”
“I mean, a small chance, but I doubt I am.”
“Okay,” he replies. Kai says nothing more on the topic. He moves down to your knees, then feet, rubbing his hands along them. “Alright,” he finally looks up at you.
“Did I pass?”
“For the most part, but I’m still suspicious. Do you have anything in your jean pockets?”
“No. You told me to empty my pockets, so I did.”
“Sass isn’t going to speed this up, sweetheart.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m gonna need you to remove your pants so I can check them.”
“What?”
“It’s protocol.”
You fake a sigh, then unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. Kai licks his lips, and you can tell he’s trying his best to hide his excitement. The moment he glimpses your lingerie underneath, though, his eyes widen.
“Ma’am,” he starts, sighing. He’s holding back. You can hear it in his tone, though the tightening of his jeans is giving him away quickly.
“Yes?”
“I’m not sure you wore the appropriate attire for this flight.”
“Oh! Sorry. I didn’t expect to be stripped in an airport. I was wearing it for my boyfriend.”
“Mhm, well you should’ve acted less suspicious or you wouldn’t’ve been stripped. Also, again, sass isn’t helping your case.”
“Can we just… finish this so we can both move on from this awkward situation.”
“Depends if I deem you able to fly.”
“Okay then can we start that process?”
“Sure. I’ll try to ignore your… outfit.”
He did not, in fact, ignore it. Kai continues his inspection like normal - well, normal for Kai - and pats down your body. Every so often, he mutters a comment about you passing this, or doing well on that, but when his fingers ghost over your clit again, he clicks his tongue.
“See, this is the problem. I think you’re hiding something here. But don’t worry, it’ll only take a second. I just need to-”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, a gasp leaves your lips as he pushes two fingers inside you. You’re already wet from all the petting, so by the time he’s finally touching you, he moves with ease.
“What are you looking for?” You mutter out, hands gripping his head. He doesn’t correct you, but lets you hold onto him for balance.
“Can’t tell you. Protocol.” His older hand is gripping your thigh, though it’s slowly moving up to grab your butt again.
“Oh.”
“I think it’s deeper than I initially thought. One minute.” Kai positions himself in front of you to grab one side of your hips, his other hand holding back the lace, then begins to lap at your core with his tongue. He pulls you down onto him to lick deeper, periodically sucking on your clit. The feeling is absolute bliss, not to mention seeing him under you. A moan leaves your lips, and you immediately clamp a hand over your mouth.
Too late, he heard it. “Please, no talking, ma’am.”
“I’m sorry.”
You have no idea how he’s not cracking up right now. Then again, Kai has a tendency to take roleplays very seriously. You have a theory that he likes to pretend to be someone else every so often, but you’ve never mentioned this to him. Instead, you just play along into your boyfriend’s fantasies as best you can. After all, he erupts in a fit of content giggles at the end of each session, so you can let it all out then. You both know he can’t be serious for too long.
“Have you found it yet?”
Kai adds his fingers again and “searches” deeper. “Not yet.”
“Okay.”
“Though I think I can get you to give it up and confess where it is if you’re relaxed enough.”
“I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”
“You will in a moment.”
Suddenly, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You squeal and claw at his back, wanting something to grip. Before you can say anything, though, he sets you down on the desk. Kai pulls your shirt up over your head, but takes a second to admire your set. A lump forms in his throat.
“You have a very lucky boyfriend,” he comments.
“Seems I also have a very lucky TSA agent.” You bat your eyes playfully, then spread your legs open to him.
“Naughty girl.”
His tone has you biting your lip.
His eyes scan over you for a moment and you’re not sure what he’s thinking. Then, he takes the straps of your lingerie and pulls them down your body. When he reaches your waist, he realizes he has to unclip the garter belt before he can get your top off all the way. It takes a moment for him to do this, hands shaking with excitement. His tongue sticks out from between his teeth; his expression is deeply concentrated.
He finally unclips the two parts of the belt, then tugs your panties down your legs. At last, he finds the solution to the top - unhooking it and letting it drop to the table. The same time he undoes the clasp, something small falls from its place, buried within the top, and hits the ground with a shudder. If he hears it, he doesn’t ask. Nor does he make a comment about the challenge of the set, though you know he’s thinking about it. Instead, he wastes not a minute more, and undresses himself quickly.
As he lines himself up with your entrance, you suddenly ask, “do you do this with all your cases?”
“Only the ones with boyfriends,” he winks.
The urge to laugh is hard, and your hand flies to your mouth again. For a second, you see a little smirk on Kai’s face as he tries not to break character with his own chuckle.
But then that moment is over as soon as it comes, because he uses your distraction to push into you. You groan at the feeling, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly. He pulls out almost completely, but then rocks his hips back into you before finding a steady pace.
As expected, his thrusts are aggressive, and you’re gasping for breath. Your tits catch his eyes as they bounce in place. His own grip on you is equal to that you have on him - both will probably leave light bruises for you to find in the morning.
It isn’t long before you feel yourself losing strength. Your stomach muscles are sore from holding up your body, but when you lean back on the desk, Kai puts his hand out to support your head. He crawls up the length of your torso, kissing your neck and chest, and sucking on your tits. Neither of you will last much longer, but even in roleplays, he makes sure you come first.
“Come on, princess.” It’s the first thing he’s said in a while. It breaks through the obscene sounds of sex like a knife through butter.
He uses his spare hand to rub your clit. You’re so close to the edge that tears form in your eyes.
“Come on,” he prompts again. The hand holding up your head moves so it’s around your neck. Slight pressure is added, and Kai clicks his tongue to urge you to finish.
Then, as if his convincing is exactly what you needed, you come. Your body shudders against the table, shaking, while moans spill out your lips. Your release is all he needs to follow close behind, filling you up with his seed. He pulls out before he softens uncomfortably, but plugs you up with his fingers before too much can escape.
You take a moment to catch your breath. He helps you sit upright when you do, though, and he gives you a sloppy kiss to the mouth.
“Relaxed now, ma’am?”
“Uh huh.”
“So where’s the weapon?”
Sleepily, you reply, “fell out of my top. It’s on the ground.” You point lazily to the floor where he now notices a small pocket knife.
“Ah,” he clicks his tongue. “There it is! Okay…” Kai sets the knife on the table, then fetches an orange juice from the corner of the room. “I need you to drink this, please. It’s very important.”
“Okay.”
Kai tinkers around while you drink the juice. By the time you finish the bottle, you’re able to stand up by yourself again.
“Feel better?” He asks, buckling his belt back into place.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Good, because I still need to test that you’re not a criminal.”
“Wait, what?”
“Well, you had a knife on you that you tried to hide. And since you’ve been acting suspicious and have been way too sassy with me, I don’t feel comfortable letting you on the plane until I know you’re not a threat of national security.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Right. Give me one finger, please.”
You hold a hand out to him.
Kai takes the liberty of pressing your pointer finger into something wet and black, and then stamps it down on a piece of paper. “Thank you. Just wait one minute.”
As he stares at the paper, you take to staring at your finger. Hesitantly, you lick it, wondering if he really used ink.
“Don’t lick it,” he reprimands immediately.
“Sorry.”
It tasted like fruit, like he had mashed up blackberries or something. You want to giggle, but refrain.
“While this processes, would you like to tell me why you were carrying a knife under your shirt?”
“I keep it there for self defense.”
“Why not in your pocket, or something?”
“Easier for me to grab, harder for attackers to see. But sir, may I add, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I honestly forgot it was there. I was anxious about having to be in the parking garage and then totally forgot to put it in a better place. I’m really sorry. I promise I’m no threat to anyone.”
He sighs, reading your face. “I understand, ma’am. And it seems you’ve passed the test, so your story checks out.”
“I passed?”
“It appears so.”
“Okay, great!”
“That being said, you’re now free to go. Your stuff is right over there.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Thank you for your time. Oh, and might I suggest a few things?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, one, remember to not hide your weapons in your bra when you enter airports.”
“Sorry-”
“Two, throw out those condoms, because obviously, you don’t use them. Considering how fine you were without them ten minutes ago.”
“Excuse me?!”
“And three, you might want to get a pregnancy test. I come from a huge family, seven siblings, to be exact, and I also carry a twin gene.” Kai grins at you. “Have a nice flight!”
Keeping in character, your jaw drops. “Fuck! Are you serious?!” You exclaim loudly.
“Ma’am, please be wary of children in the airport.”
You shake your head in annoyance as you walk up the stairs, bag in hand, and away from him.
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Twenty minutes later, Kai comes upstairs to find you on your bed. He wanted to give you some time to recover on your own, but will only leave you alone for so long before he needs to be by your side again.
“Hi,” he greets, peering his head around the door.
“Hi, baby.”
“Can I come in?”
“Of course.”
“How are you? Was I too rough? Are you hurt anywhere? Was it too much?”
“Come here,” you gesture for him to join you. “None of those things, pumpkin. It was perfect. You were perfect.”
“Are your wrists bruised?” He asks anyway.
You send a question back before answering him. “Are your hips?”
“Maybe. But I don’t mind. It was worth it.”
“Well, my answer is the same.”
He’s only quiet for a second before continuing. “I liked that piece you had on today. That agent was right - you are a naughty girl.”
“Seems I am.”
He gives you a kiss, then tucks his head into the crook of your neck with his arms around your waist. He doesn’t budge when you lean back and take him with you. Your head hits the pillow and he only nestles closer.
After a while, though, he coughs. It’s not a sick cough, but more of a “new topic starter” kind of cough.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. But I would, um, if I were you…”
“Would what, baby?”
“Take a test… like, a pregnancy test. Because we don’t use those condoms often, I didn’t even remember you had them, and I kinda…. I don’t know, but I think we should do that just in case.”
“You’re probably right. Especially after this time in particular.” You grow warm as you recall it. “We should probably use them more, too, considering how often…” You don’t feel the need to finish your sentence. Kai knows exactly what you mean.
However, he just grunts. He adjusts slightly, enough to press a kiss to your cheek.
“What?” You pry. “You disagree?”
He shrugs. “I kinda like it being a roll of the dice. Which time are you gonna show up with two blue lines?” Your jaw drops in surprise “I already have a doctor roleplay planned out.” You go silent out of shock. Kai tenses after a minute. “Was that too far? We can use the condoms; I can work them into something.”
“No,” you finally say, “not too far.” A three second flash of the future runs in your mind. The first second, you stare down at a positive test. The second, his hands rest on your growing stomach, pretending to monitor a baby’s growth. The third, the sight of his smile at the prospects of being a father. It’s not something you really expected him to want, yet it seems to be on the forefront of his mind. “Not too far at all,” you repeat.
Kai noticeably relaxes. “Ease into the doctor thing with me instructing you on the importance of condoms,” he jokes, “and then a couple months later, that conversation was obviously pointless.”
You can’t help but laugh. “Sounds like fun to me.”
“Good.” He nestles closer into you. “I like doing these with you.”
“I like them too, pumpkin. Are you getting tired?”
“Mhm.”
“Well on that note, goodnight. I love you.”
“Goodnight.” He places a kiss on your shoulder, too tired to pull himself back up to your lips. “I love you, too.”
#kai parker x reader#malachai parker x reader#tvd fanfiction#kai parker smut#this is so cheesy#y'all i have upwards of 100 wips in my folder#needed to desperately post while i work on recs#hope this isn't too stupid
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Guess who continues to make themself cry with their own ideas? This gal :)
This idea has been in the drafts for a long time and because @crazycriter was interested I’ve finally decided to finish this behemoth of a post and the sequel in my drafts I’m debating on posting as well. I hope this lives up to your expectations in ways my big fic likely will not when I (hopefully) post it somewhere next week 💜
A few months ago I made a biiigggg AU post starring Lamina and Treech, and in most of them they’re siblings because family angst and all that. But them being in a romantic relationship opens up whole new doors!! So lets talk about one of my 25th Hunger Games AU’s, and I’ll expand on another one like I said I would in that past post. This will not be random AU blurbs like the past post, this will be a pretty detailed plot synopsis because I may write this if there’s enough interest. Only after I’ve both posted the big one-shot and finished The Losing Battle We Won’t Stop Fighting, because I try to limit myself to actively working on 3 WIP’s and I’ve got one lined up to fill one of those two spots already. With that out of the way, let’s go! :)
Basic concept:
So I had two main ideas for an alternate first quarter quell. The one that’s relevant for today’s barrage of my madness is the AU where the tributes are picked from the families of the victors, to show that even the strongest cannot protect their loved ones from the Capitol’s might (and monstrousness). Well, how about we change that from being unable to protect their loved ones, to being unable to protect their lovers. The only exception is if said lover is also a previous victor, because the 75th games was the first time they broke the promise that victors wouldn’t have to go into the arena again. To truly hammer in the message, the victors won’t be mentoring this year. Instead, the gamemakers are going back to the original system where the top performing academy students mentor the tributes in the hopes of winning a monetary prize. Previous victors are not allowed to even see their lovers, let alone talk to them. As for what kind of tributes will fight in the games this year… Pretty much all the victors stay far away from love the first few years after their victory, because the deep sea of trauma that comes with watching 23 kids die in the span of days and knowing that you’re only alive because of their horrific fates isn’t very conducive to building a healthy relationship. Therefore, the people now eligible to be picked as tributes are all pretty far into adulthood, the wives and husbands of the victors of the first few games, mostly.
The part where LumberKids/LumberLove/Lameech/Treemina becomes relevant:
District seven has only had one female victor so far, which is Lamina, and she and Treech were in a relationship before she was reaped. If there are any gay victors, they don’t have a boyfriend anyone knows of. Her talking about him in her interview and her mentor sending people to district seven to interview Treech during the games are a big part as to why she won, since it gained her a whole bunch of sponsors. They’re both well-known and beloved in the capitol, and the fact that the people love their love story so much is the only reason Lamina wasn’t forced into the more… unsavory side effects that come with being a victor (side eyes Finnick Odair I think it’s pretty clear age isn’t a dealbreaker for them). Because of this, Treech is the only possible male tribute for the Quarter Quell, and due to the before mentioned usual mental health break from dating he’s also the only minor who becomes a tribute. The person closest to him in age is over 25, and due to him being from the poorer area (headcanon) of one of the poorer districts (canon), he’s also the least well-fed. He doesn’t live with Lamina, and despite her offering he refuses most of the benefits her victory gave her because he’d rather give it to his family. All the other tributes are living with their partners, and thus healthier than Treech is. Their brains and bodies are fully developed and they’ve got a lot more life experience than he does, so all the odds are against him here.
The reaping is a sombre affair, because for a brief moment the district rejoiced at not having to send in their kids for once. It’s still horrible, but even the girlfriends/wives that are now gonna have to fight to the death are okay with it because at least they had a good run on earth and, for one year, their daughters are safe. But then they remember that there’s only one boy who qualifies for the reaping, and the mood sours instantly. All the other districts get to send in adults, but they’re still gonna lose a child. It’s not fair. There are still two bowls, and after the oldest woman (roughly in her forties) volunteers, the escort tries her damnest to be cheery as she swirls her hand in the bowl for the guys. It’s almost like she’s trying to prolong the inevitable, because there’s only one piece of paper lying innocently at the bottom and there’s only one person standing on the right side of the podium. It’s impossible for her to not feel any sympathy when the only sound filling the square is Lamina’s muffled sobs. After she finally reads out the name, Treech steps forward, far past the initial horror. Reality hasn’t quite crashed down on him yet, but the claws have been sunk into his soul for long enough that he’s dissociated.
He looks like he does during the reaping in the movie, but while the escort gives out her little speech tears do shimmer in his eyes. More due to Lamina’s obvious distress and his inability to console her than the fact that he’s probably going to die. He feels… numb, on that front. It doesn’t quite feel real. When the escort takes the hands of the tributes to raise them in the air, Treech stares blankly for a second before wiping the tears from his face and raising his chin high because he knows how the games work. Again, Lamina won partially due to the sponsors he helped her get. If there’s anything he learned from watching her games it’s that if you want to win, you have to be interesting. If you’re not, people will only bet on your odds of winning, and those are decidedly not in Treech’s favor. Especially since his age is going to be a stigma that’ll make people hesitant to bet on him. No matter how skilled he is, the simple fact that he’s so young will hang over his head. He’ll have to twist the odds he does have control over to balance it out. The one advantage he has is that he’s the only tribute that the capitol already knows and cares about, and they really like him. He’s a capitol favorite, despite seemingly having very low chances of surviving even the first day in the arena, let alone actually winning.
For the opening ceremony, the district 7 stylists lean into the nature aspect of their industry rather than their produce. The female tribute, who I’ll call Ascaia, wears a long dress made of colorful leaves and flowers. She gets a flower crown as well. Treech, on the other hand, has a less flashy outfit. Green pants and a green, sleeveless top that look like they’re made of leaves. His arms are covered with what looks like vines, and his outfit has subtle golden elements to give it a little pop. On his head is a golden laurel wreath, a symbol of triumph and victory. Two nature spirits, one bold and wild, the other calm and peaceful. They catch attention immediately, and after the ceremony they’re introduced to their mentors.
Treech’s mentor ends up being Pliny “Pup” Harrington, who somehow met and befriended Lamina during one of her visits to the capitol, though Treech had never met him before. Pup pulled some strings to switch assigned tributes with another mentor so he could give his friend’s boyfriend the best help he could possibly get. Not that the other student minded switching, given how disastrous everyone perceives Treech’s chances to be. Pup tries not to get too attached, but they end up becoming close friends by the time the week is up. Aside from Pup passing messages between the two lovebirds, they discuss strategy both in the game and out of it. Pup’s dad has clout because of his position in the navy, and Pup is fully using that to his advantage. People jump at the chance of getting in his good graces, so quite a few sponsors warm up to the idea of supporting him, although most are still on the fence. They may be swayed by the training scores, and that’s where it gets a little difficult. Treech has to decide how to approach these scores, and he has to decide carefully. On one hand, he can play fully into the “underdog destined to die soon” act that he cannot escape no matter what he does by getting a score around 2 to 4, but that risks putting off the sponsors who don’t want to invest in tributes that have no chance of making it. Or he could lean into getting sponsors by getting a high score and risk putting a massive target on his back, which is a horrible idea because his whole strategy is to play the long game. Stay hidden, away from fights, and sneak around. Prepare to use the deteriorated state of the last remaining tributes to his advantage at the end of the games. It’s a lot harder to stay out of danger when people are actively hunting you down. Especially because a lot of the other tributes could body Treech no problem when it comes to raw physical strength. So, he and Pup decide to go with the middle option and aim for a mid score. Not low enough to turn off sponsors but not high enough to really stand out. I’m not sure at what point training was implemented, but for the sake of the story I’m gonna say there was a massive technological development in the 15 years between the 10th and 25th hunger games so training is pretty much just like in the 74th and 75th games.
During training, Treech spends most of his time at the survival stations. He’s already good at climbing and fire-starting because he’s from district seven, but the rest is mostly new. Most tributes gravitate towards the weapons stations, but Treech ignores them in the interest of remaining as far under the radar as possible. The second and third day the weapons stations are empty enough for Treech to use them in short bursts, mostly the knives (at Pup’s suggestion, since they’re very common and versatile). He deliberately flubs the ax station, balancing it so that he’s good enough to be believable (since he is from the lumber district) but bad enough to not be considered a threat. The private session comes, and Treech needs to choose one skill to show the gamemakers. It’s a tough choice between the edibles, axes, and climbing, but since he doesn’t wanna risk straining his muscles too much he goes with edibles. They saw him climb plenty during the open training sessions, as it was his way of not losing his muscle strength without showing all his cards to the other tributes. It lands him a solid 6, showing sponsors he’s not hopeless without being outstanding enough that other tributes will pay more attention to him.
Lastly, it’s time for the interview. The only real advantage Treech has is that, again, the capitol already knows him. They loved Lamina, in part because they loved her relationship with him. He was central to her story and instrumental to her victory, and the Capitol adores him for it. And Treech milks it for all it’s worth. Most of his interview is spent talking about his life back in district seven after Lamina’s return, and his short stories about their hijinks with their friends leaves everyone aw’ing. He makes sure to also build up his own personality, sharing things about him that aren’t necessarily connected to Lamina so he comes off more genuine instead of making this sound like a shallow attempt at profiting from his girlfriend’s victory. So he’ll mention carving wooden figurines for her and shows everyone a small wooden box he made in the capitol as a gift to his stylist, to both reinforce his love for his girlfriend and showcase his individuality. It works, because Lamina won the 23d games (at 15. Treech is 16-17 during the 25th games) so he’s got a lot of room to work with. Their story happened recently enough that it’s still fresh in everyone’s mind, but long enough ago that it’s mostly smoldering coals for Treech to reignite without it feeling like a rehash of this sick reality show’s previous ‘plotlines’.
Treech manages to successfully recapture the hearts of the capitol citizens, and he becomes a favorite to win. Now he’s done all he can with his time in the capitol, and he’s a few hours away from going into the arena. Pup informs him that all the victors have to watch from back home, set on the stage so the entire district can see their reactions to their lovers fighting for their lives. In response, Treech carves Lamina one last figurine. A heart laid on a bed of dahlias and roses, symbolizing eternal love. From the top of one of the arches of the heart, a small bouquet of hyacints and poppies cascaded slightly over the edge. Hyacinths represent sorrow and regret, but also forgiveness, whereas poppies symbolize remembrance. The message was clear: “Our love is eternal. I’m sorry we didn’t have more time together, please forgive me for leaving you so soon. I love you.”
Just before Treech is taken to the arena, he gives the figurine to Pup and asks him to give it to his girlfriend for him. Pup agrees to give it to Lamina, but only if Treech promises he’ll do whatever it takes to be the one leaving that arena alive. Not just for Lamina, or for Treech’s family and friends back home, but for Pup as well. Treech promises to do what he can, and they both know he can’t do much more than that. They hug one last time, and then Treech is escorted to the arena.
Will he keep his promise? Will he live? Will he die in the first 30 seconds? Will he go insane? I know, but if you want me to write this as an actual story I’ll keep some details to myself :D
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#tbosas#hunger games#treech tbosas#treech#tbosas treech#thg lamina#lamina#tbosas lamina#lamina thg#lamina tbosas#lamina x treech#treemina#lamina my beloved#treech my beloved#treech deserved better#lamina deserved better#25th hunger games#first quarter quell but different#quarter quell
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20 questions for fic writers!
tysm for tagging me @bazzybelle, it took me a while to get around to this but it was a lot of fun!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
37!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
113,598, not bad.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mostly the Simon Snow Trilogy, but I have a couple of Greek Mythology/Epic Cycle fanfics too. i used to write for Percy Jackson and Marve, but not anymore.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
two old Marvel fics are right at the top, then it’s:
i want the love on your wrist (oh give me the heart on your neck), the first explicit work i’ve ever written, maybe a sign i should write more.
The Tale of the Two Merwolves, which I wrote with a bunch of other lovely people in the fandom
Everything I Am Not, my COTTA fic from 2020
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
yes, I always try to!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
definitely crimson, my COTTA fic from 2022, but a close second is Visions, a little Trojan War Helenus fic i still really like.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
well a lot of my fics have fairly happy endings, but I’d say All That She Wants, an Agatha-centric fic, and Happier Memories, a proposal fic, have the most hopeful endings.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
no, I don’t think I ever have, luckily!
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
only twice so far, though I have another stewing in my brain that might get written. I can’t really say i'm limited to a certain “type” though, i’m pretty versatile, pun intended.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
no, they’re not really my thing.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not to my knowledge! i hope not.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
back when i used to write on wattpad i got some DMs asking to translate my fics and i always agreed, but i don’t know if they ever followed through.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yes, i really love doing so! I wrote a stucky fic with one of my friends years ago, but we never ended up posting it anywhere. also, the two aforementioned marvel fics were co-written with another (now ex) friend, and the tale of two merwolves was written as part of a group.
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
snowbaz, definitely. it’s been my longest-running OTP (do people still say OTP?) and i’ve written so any fics for it.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
hmm, i’ve only got 3 wips and i think i’ll finish them all eventually, but blow on the tinder and we are slaves to the gods are definitely on the back burner for now.
16. What are your writing strengths?
i’ve been told i’m good at writing dialogue, which is good because that’s two thirds of all the words i write.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
descriptions and anything sappy, which gives me second hand embarrassment.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i tend to shy away from it, but if i do i always put it in italics and will put a translation in the notes unless it’s super obvious, and like when other authors do the same.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Percy Jackson! I wrote so much solangelo and was actually pretty popular on wattpad, one of my fics broke a million hits which is still insane to me. i still get the occasional message asking me to come back and finish my fics, but i logged out of that account in 2018 and am not going back.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
oh, that’s hard. i’m really enjoying writing Shoulder To Shoulder right now, but i still love All That She Wants and Liar Liar. i also really love I’m On My Way To Believing, which is a greek mythology Pyrrhus/Hermione fic. they’re my blorbos. but i’d have to say my all-time favourite will always have to be the first carry on fic i ever wrote, which got me out of a years long writing slump: Rats.
i don't know who has already done this, so i'll just tag @ileadacharmedlife @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @artsyunderstudy @alexalexinii @shrekgogurt and @j-nipper-95
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20 Questions for Fic Writers!
Thank you so much for the tag, @incorrectcoldflashblog !! I'm excited to jump in (and have definitely answered too long windedly, haha, whoops)
How many works do you have on AO3?
sixty-six!
What’s your total A03 word count?
I was going to guess like over 100,000, which I guess I was technically correct because it’s 717,161!
What fandoms do you write for?
A bunch! On this profile I’ve written for The Flash/Legends of Tomorrow, The Maze Runner, Bandersnatch (Black Mirror), Teen Wolf, Inception, and recently have gotten very into Shameless!
What are your top five fics by kudos?
All coldflash (pretty sure it’s the most active fandom I’ve ever written for at a more active time, so, makes sense):
a) Lullabies for Little Criminals (719 kudos)
b) distract me from my last disaster (600)
c) Something Out of Nothing (557)
d) getting back to fine (512)
e) Didn’t Change a Thing (424)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to, and for the longest time I kept up with it. Then I got overwhelmed with a bunch of stuff around late 2021 and into 2022 and stopped. Now i’ve started again, but there’s still a huge backlog that I haven’t gotten to. Please know that I appreciate you if you’ve commented!
What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I’ve written so many angsty fics, I don’t think I could name a single one, so here are my major fandoms (5+ fics) breakdown:
a) This Time of Doubt (The Flash, coldflash)
Len knows there’s something wrong with this timeline, and if he has to go through Barry to prove it, he will. (TW: Implied/Referenced Character Death)
b) Red Lights, They Blink Your Name (The Maze Runner, minally)
Gally’s going to follow that signal, even if it leads him into the dark.
c) it’d be better if you flayed me alive (Shameless (US), gallavich)
Mickey can't believe he agreed to let Ian shave his face before his fuckin' court hearing.
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
a) Conflicts of Interest (The Maze Runner, thomally)
My maze runner criminal law lawyers slow burn au.
b) What’s Mine is Yours (The Flash, coldflash)
Barry and Len move in together.
c) Nocturne, Murmures Milkovich
Turns out, Ian still has things to learn about his husband.
Do you get hate on your fic?
Only once, and I actually deleted that fic in its entirety. It was the first longfic coldflash I ever posted, and it rattled me pretty good. It was quite nasty. Since then, never again! (and I wouldn’t delete it this time around, I don’t think, but it was a multi chap and I was so stunned by the comment I just never wanted to continue writing it, so).
Do you write smut?
I have tried, but I'm not the most confident in it. I’ve got Scheherazade in coldflash fandom, and then two thomally fics: Corpus Delecti (which is a fic you won’t see unless you’re logged in) and then he goes down easy for me.
Do you write crossovers?
I do not.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not to my knowledge.
Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not yet!
What‘s your all-time favourite ship?
I genuinely don’t know how to answer this question. I don’t really have one. To be perfectly honest, if someone writes it in a way that’s compelling, I’ll probably enjoy it.
What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Probably Stranger Than Your Sympathy. I’m sorry, I want to, but there’s just some foundational things that I would change (mainly Newt’s characterization, I actually prefer how I characterize him now)
What’s your writing strengths?
I like to think I'm good with characterization and like... individual internal narration. The whole reason I write fanfiction is because I love exploring characters' heads and their dynamics and their world (or how they interact with aus). So, I like to think that what I write is true to character and makes impactful scenes.
What’s your writing weaknesses?
I get easily inspired, so I have left some fics behind (I am so sorry Aphelion and Shiva, I will come back for youuuuu); and then I have worked hard on it, but I occasionally get very long winded and have a hard time killing darlings for the sake of pacing.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I’d love to be able to write in multiple languages, but I’m only fluent in English. At most, I could maybe write in Spanish, but I still would be worried about it being accurate.
First fandom you wrote for?
Um, before I really knew what fandom was or anything like that, I wrote Naruto fanfic
The first fandom I wrote for knowingly and participated in was Fire Emblem Three Houses.
Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
Ufda, this is such a hard question. I’m again going to break it down into fandoms —
a) Something Out of Nothing (The Flash, coldflash)
b) Thou Shalt Not (The Maze Runner, thomally)(tbh this one changes all the time, ask me tomorrow it will probably be something different).
c) I think it is all these things I have left to say to you
Now it's my turn to tag! I'm very excited to do so, so here we go (and of course, no pressure!)!
@blue-summers , @its-tea-time-darling , @itsthemxze , @sampharos , @callivich , @michellemisfit , @pathsofoak , @mmmichyyy , @go-catch-a-chickn , @sophiainspace , @sproutwings , @iasconsumesmedia
ALSO if anyone else would like to do this, go ahead!
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Hiiii I just finished the first two chapters of Fuel the Pyre! I'm super excited for it, it's very well done!
I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your writing process. How do you outline? What kinds of things need to be in an outline in order for you to visualize the story? Do you outline the entire story, one chapter, or just one scene at a time?
Thank you for your time!
Hello! Thanks so much for your kind words! I’m so happy you’re liking the fic so far.
This is a super fun ask. Not sure how coherent or helpful my response will be, but I’ll give it a try. 😆
So, stories like Purgatory, Fuel the Pyre or my WIP dark magic AU, always start out as a bunch of questions.
What if Ezran hadn’t interrupted Callum and Rayla in Viren’s study…
Could a human/elf halfling do primal magic? Can all of them or just a few? What would control that?
What would the world be like if dark magic actually was controlled and regulated.
I usually don’t start out planning a fic when I ponder questions like this, it’s usually just my mind wandering. For me, while I love big, wonderful, imaginative worlds (like the world of The Dragon Prince) what I’m really more interested in is how these things affect individuals. I actually tend to visualise the story before I outline. In fact, I often visualise far beyond where I think I’ll finish the story. (I say where I think I’ll finish because both my current long fics are now firmly in the “after the end of the planned fic” territory)
So, in Fuel the Pyre, for example, I imagine there’s a lot of unknowns for the people involved. Halflings would be pretty new on the scene, all things considered, so the characters themselves wouldn’t have the answer to these questions, which felt like a great excuse to add tension and drama.
Once an idea has got me and I can imagine how that conflict is going to affect the characters, the general outline tends to sort of write itself. I am a planner, so I by the time I start putting pen to paper (so to speak), I’ll usually have a beginning, a rough middle and an end. There will be plot points, tangents, twists and sometimes side stories that I haven’t figured out, but I’ll have a plan for the general flow of the story.
From there, I’ll come up with a pretty messy draft. So, I just sort of go wild in a document. Usually, when I’ve decided I want to write a longer fic, it’s because certain scenes just play on repeat in my head, so I’ll indulge myself and write those out. Then I’ll go back and make rough chapter/arc notes, which usually leads into some other fun scenes I get inspired to write, and slowly, piece by piece, I sort of string the fic together like that.
I used to outline more linearly, starting at the first chapter and working from there, but I found I’d get stuck on transition scenes (the bane of my writing life) and then avoid the fic. (If I put my fingers in my ears and sing very loudly, the transition scene can’t hurt me). I find letting myself write the scenes I’m excited for makes me much more productive. They usually give me ideas for other fun (I use the term loosely, I generally mean “angsty”) scenes and I essentially build my story like that. I do like adding foreshadowing and twists, which is made a lot easier by writing like this too.
In Purgatory, for example, I tried to drop a lot of subtle hints about Callum and his slowly building arcanum connection. It’s so fun when people pick up on that stuff, but I also don’t want it to look like I just pulled a twist or a revelation out of my rear. Nowadays, I do prefer to write the bulk of a story before posting, which this method obviously works better for.
Often, when I start a fic, the beginning and the ending are the most defined parts of the story and the middle is the area that requires the most work, but by stringing the various elements together, I sort of “discover” new conflicts and fun elements to explore, which (hopefully) makes for a richer, more entertaining story.
So, not sure if that was what you’re looking for, but if you could describe the stream of consciousness that is how I write, a process, this is mine. 😅
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Weekly Update March 29, 2024
I’m pretty volatile in terms of mood, but I did get a good amount of actual work done on projects. I’m exhausted, I haven’t fixed my sleep schedule yet because I’m addicted to working. Like I’ve genuinely tried to stop and go to be early or sleep in and I just always ‘just one more drawing, just one more verse, just one more thumbnail, it’s let me find this one perfect instrument, just let me finish these four bars, just let me-‘ and before you know it it’s two hours past bedtime and you haven’t even brushed your teeth yet. Or eaten dinner. On the bright side all the stuff I’ve done has gone pretty well!
First big exciting point, that little pitch comic I’ve been working on? Thumbnailing/writing is done. Done enough anyway. I might still go back to edit some pages but I can get going on others now, which is great because even though I’ll only post the full thing once I have the whole comic complete, I might post individual panels, so there will be stuff to see! I’m also going to try to keep writing at night, so I can let other episodes and stories play out a bit, but Art priority will be shifting more to the comic. It will be 30 pages so it will likely take a while, but I’m hoping I’ll be able to do 3 or so panels a week while I’m finishing up this semester and switch to a page a day once I have more time.
Music is also going very well. I’m putting the final mixing touches on a vocaloid cover song (unless I decide to go back and redo the guitar, which I might), which I’ll try to start putting visuals to soon, although that’ll likely be pretty slow since I finally got past the thing that was bottlenecking me on the comic project. I’ll also have to get licensing settled, although that currently looks to be affordable. The whole project has given me a taste for blood and now I want to do a bunch of other cover stuff, but good news: I also found a nearly finished cover of another song that I had put aside in favor of the Green Day one. That’ll probably take a while before I can call it ‘done’, though, whereas I could probably release the first cover song today if I really wanted. I have some time tonight where I’ll try to throw some music together, maybe I’ll work on that.
There’s a few smaller nearly-finished songs I dug up from the depths of my WIPs too, one I need to redo a melody line, one I was bottlenecked on finding a specific instrument for, which I did the other day in lab, and a few others that also either need structure or Melodies. Plus there’s those two that are waiting on lyrics still but I’m still chugging at that, just slowly. I might also try that one tonight too, if I finish or can’t do the vocal cover for whatever reason. There’s also a couple character themes that haven’t really been priorities but I did re-outline one that I’ve been working on, so once I have recording time I can go try that one. That one is on its third draft so I really hope this one will stick.
Other miscellaneous projects haven’t seen much progress this week. I’m still thinking things through for that epithet TTRPG campaign, but I’m having a bit of trouble outlining the third chapter. I just need more brain power for that though, so earlier bedtimes would do it. A couple other art things keep coming to mind but I’ve been focusing more on big projects, so that’ll probably continue if I can. This next week I want to focus on keeping my body as healthy as I can, and then comic, second cover song, and visuals for first cover song, in that order of priority. Passive projects I can work on while doing other activities will be epithet TTRPG planning, song lyrics, and outlining future comic stuff, in that order of priority. If I come up with any song Melodies or ideas for visuals for the song I’m finishing up those priorities might shift, but right now I want to stick to more of a plan, since it worked out well this week.
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And now for something wholesome: sharing your wizard porn with your parents.
A few months ago, I live blogged my parents reading From Wiltshire, With Love on Facebook and have been meaning to cross post it on tumblr since people had so much fun reading it on Facebook. Here you go!
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My mom just started reading From Wiltshire, With Love. She’s seen the Harry Potter movies but her memory isn’t the best for a variety of reasons.
First question: “Who is you-know-who?”
Second question: “Boldemort? With a ‘B’?”
She wants to read it. I don’t know how much she’ll actually enjoy it but it’s nice that she’s trying.
It really underscores how meaningful fandom friendships and support are. It’s not exactly a ceramics project that I can bring out to show our guests at a Shabbat meal.
‘After the blessing over the challah, can anyone help me out with funny euphemisms for vagina?’
I wrote FWWL and Blackmailed during a very difficult period in my life (I didn’t know anyone in fandom except Misdemeanor at the time) and didn’t feel like I could share those stories IRL. Writing them was this massive effort which i did in complete isolation and didn’t have anyone to talk to about. (I didn’t want to bother MisD because I was gifting it to her)
I told my sister but she doesn’t read WIPs. My other sister hasn’t read the HP series, let alone fanfiction. My husband was supportive in general but it took him a while to understand how meaningful this hobby was to me. And he’s ESL, has trouble reading English fiction, has different tastes than me, and is still on my old vampire story. Then I started to make friends in the comment section. Then I got to know people on discord and Facebook. It was bumpy at first, figuring out where I wanted to be and where to avoid, but I’ve found little pockets on the internet with cool people to share this hobby with.
But still. It’s not the same as having IRL people support you. And so, let the updates begin!
UPDATE: Mom reading FWWL while I finish up a technical report.
Mom: You're really imaginative.
Me: Thank you!
Mom: I'm really enjoying this.
Me: That's great!
Mom: You should let Daddy read this.
Me: .....
Mom: I think he'd enjoy it, too.
Me: There's more porn than your romance novels.
Mom: (laughing)
Me: The porn in fanfiction is better than in romance novels.
Mom: (laughs harder) I haven't gotten that far, who's it between? Hermione and Harry?
Me: No, Hermione and Draco. It's enemies-to-lovers.
Mom: Oooooh.....
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UPDATE: Me: So you're really enjoying it, even though you don't remember most of the series?
Mom: I get the gist of things. It's sometimes confusing to remember who's good and who's bad, but I go along with it. You know who else should read this (names a bunch of my childhood friends that I haven't seen since highschool).
Me: ......
Mom: (mentions their mothers too)
Me: What chapter are you on?
Mom: Chapter 4.
Me: (checking to see which chapter has Draco's forbidden fruit/gateway wank) Maybe read a bit more first.
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LIVE READ UPDATE: My sisters are dying right now. So is my husband. They want to know what my mom thinks of the whole thing as she reads. It's a big family thing right now except for my dad. Live reads for everyone. Maybe I'll get up the courage to tell my dad to read it one day and we'll do another family live read.
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LIVE READ UPDATE:
Mom: Did you use 'Pinner' because (British family member) lives there?
Me: Yes.
Mom: (laughing) Cool!
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LIVE READ UPDATE: Mr. Lynn set mom up with an iPad so she doesn't have to read off her phone. I notice she's on Chapter 5. Chapter 6 has the gateway wank...
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LIVE READ UPDATE:
Mom: What are all these names down here?
Me: People that gave kudos.
Mom: What's a kudo?
Me: An indication that they liked the story.
Mom: That's a lot of people.
Me: Yes!
Mom: You have hundreds of readers! That's pretty neat!
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LIVE READ UPDATE:
Me: What do you think, Mom? Any more questions? (wondering if she's gotten to the masturbation yet)
Mom: (laughs) What is Obliviate?
Me: Removing the memories from someone's mind.
Mom: (arrived at chapter 6)
Me: (biting nails)
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LIVE READ UPDATE: My sister thinks it's hilarious that I refer to my husband as "Mr. Lynn".
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LIVE READ UPDATE:
Tween Daughter: What are you reading Bubba? (Bubba is yiddish for grandmother)
Mom: Your Mommy's book.
Tween Daughter: Oh! Do you like it?
Mom: Yes, your mommy is a good writer.
Tween Daughter: Mommy, Bubba likes your book! (for the record, tween daughter does not know that this involves smut, but teen daughter does)
Me: Yes, I heard.
Tween Daughter: You should really read Keeper of the Lost Cities. It'll give you good ideas.
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LIVE READ UPDATE:
Mom: What are Legilimency and Occlumency?
Me: (explains)
Mom: Are these actual words or did you make them up?
Me: They come from the Harry Potter series.
Me: (she's still on chapter 6...)
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SHE FINISHED CHAPTER 6!!!!!
Mom: Did you write something called They All Taste the Same?
Me: Yep.
Mom: How many stories have you written?
Me: 5 stories, two of them were 10 years ago. I just started up again in the pandemic.
Mom: Jeez, you've been keeping secrets!
Me: Well, I was kind of embarrassed since they have so much smut in them.
Mom: (laughs)
Me: I figured since you read romance novels, what's the difference?
Mom: (laughs) Well, I just read that masturbation scene and it seemed appropriate.
Of all the reactions she could have, this made me laugh hysterically. Story appropriate masturbation. Definitely not gratuitous satisfying of the female gaze. I love you, Mom! As an aside, my mom has always been ashamed of reading romance novels. I just realized that this whole thing is probably very validating for her right now. It is for me too!
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Mom: This has been translated?
Me: Into Chinese and Russian.
Mom: Are you making money from this?
Me: (laughing)
This bit reminds me of when I got my first patent. I was so proud and told my mom, her reaction: ‘You’ll be rich!’ (grad students will find that especially funny) Several patents and a decade later... I couldn’t buy a pack of gum from those patents. Nice for the resume though.
Mom: What does Obliviate mean?
Me: (laughing that she keeps forgetting this particular word)
We also discussed Apparition (like ‘Beam me up, Scottie!’) Death Eaters and Mudblood and the parallels to Jews and Nazi Germany, Dumbledore as Churchill and Fudge as Chamberlain.
Me: The art is pretty cool isn’t it?
Mom: Yes! Who made it?
Me: Different people.
Mom: That’s really neat! Did you know them?
Me: No, they just felt inspired to draw something after reading. I got to know some of them though, and we became good friends.
Mom: it’s like a separate life you have.
Me: Kind of.
Me: so what do you think so far?
Mom: It’s interesting!
At this, my dad, Mr. Lynn, and I all crack up. You have to understand. ‘Interesting’ from my mother, is the kiss of death. If we go to a restaurant and she says her meal was interesting, that means she wouldn’t feed it to a dog dying from starvation, the food is that bad. ‘Interesting’ is slightly worse than ‘it’s ok.’ She’s just way too sweet to say something negative.
But in this case, ‘interesting’ could be taken at face value. A few chapters later, she said it was addictive and very engrossing. Thanks Mom!
Mom: Is MistressLynn your penname?
Me: Yes.
Mom: (smiling, because Lynn is actually my middle name)
Mom: Can I please share this with (childhood friend’s mother)? She’s such a big Harry Potter fan, I think she’d like this.
Me: But the porn. It’s one thing to share with you, another with someone outside the family.
Mom: hmm... she stopped watching Working Moms because she didn’t like the foul language.
Me: There’s a bit more than foul language in this.....
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Me: What chapter are you on?
Mom: I’m not sure, Hermione is comparing how she feels about Ron with how she feels about Malfoy.
(Note: my mom pronounces it ‘Mall-foy” as in ‘let’s go to the mall’)
Me: what chapter are you on?
Mom: Twenty something. Are you wondering when I’ll get to the sex?
Me: (laughing) Yes. It’s a while. Another 20 chapters or so.
Mom: oh! That’s a slow build!
Me: Yep!
Mom: I like slow builds!
Me: me too!
Mom: So where did you learn about sex in books?
(Awkward silence)
Me: You.
(We burst out laughing)
Me: I went through your stockpile of romance novels on the floor of your bedroom closet when I was younger.
Mom: I tried donating those Harlequin books once, the library wouldn’t take them!
Update from my dad: we decided he will read it. While my mom needs some help in the event of a tab closing, my dad is tech savvy and said he’ll read it as an ePub file.
Mom: I think Daddy would like this. It’s such a good story.
Me: but there’s porn.
Mom: daddy knows what porn is.
(We all laugh)
Dad: I’ll pretend I don’t know the source of the porn.
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Me: So, how far are you into the story? What part are you at?
Mom: Chapter 60-something. You know, when you asked me before which part I was at, I couldn't tell you. Everything was so complex and engrossing, it's like I'm in a completely different world, I didn't even know how to answer you.
Me: I'm really happy you're enjoying it!
Mom: Oh my gosh. It's so engrossing. I'm so glad you shared it with me after all this time.
Just a thought, my mom usually reads fiction or romance. Not fantasy. This comment makes me think she'd really like fantasy. But I don't think she's ever tried. Probably because decades ago it was perceived as nerdy and masculine. It's not perceived that way any more, but it used to be. Incoming rage at how girls and women are made to feel that entire genres are 'not for them'.
Me: Do you have any questions?
Mom: Was Draco Malfoy a character in Harry Potter?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Do you pronounce it Draco (with a short 'a')?
Me: No, Dray-co.
Mom: Are all the characters from Harry Potter?
Me: Yes, I didn't write any original characters.
Mom: I see that your trip to Universal Studios wasn't just for the kids.
Me: (laughing) Definitely not. It's a widespread family obsession. So...
Mom: ...
Me: What do you think of the sex scenes?
Mom: The sex? It's there. It's graphic.
Me: (laughing)
Mom: It's a 'graphic novel.'
Me: (groan-laughing)
Mom: But they're well done. I don't know how you made each sex scene different but they're all different from each other.
Me: I try! I don't want the smut to be repetitive.
Mom: Are your other books like this?
Me: With sex? Yes.
Mom: No, in the Harry Potter world.
Me: Yes. It's all wizard porn.
Mom: (laughs)
So there you have it. My Mom read my porn and she likes it. She reads romance novels so why not?
Me: So what do you think about the violent chapters?
Mom: Parts are scary, but you get through it.
Me: There's more violence to come.
Mom: (laughs) I got that impression. You have a philosophy about warfare and how it affects everyone.
Me: Yes.
Mom: I can't imagine how difficult it would be, choosing the lesser of two evils and living with it.
Me: I can't either.
Mom: Well, you did a good job.
My mom does not read violent books or horror. She's not a fan of it in movies or TV shows either. So - just so you understand, she's reading those parts for me, because she wants to read what her daughter wrote. Thinking about that makes me a bit teary eyed.
Me: So what do you think overall so far?
Mom: I like the flow of the story, the pacing is really good. It just progresses and progresses.
Me: What's your favorite part?
Mom: Oh gosh. I don't know. Maybe when Draco and Hermione are tender with each other.
Me: (blech - tender fluff is SO not my thing lol)
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UPDATE: Mom finished!
Me: So was there anything you didn't like? (FWWL spoilers ahead)
Mom: Well, that one scene was shocking.
Me: With the torture?
Mom: No, that wasn't so bad.
Me: The snake sex?
Mom: No. The other one.
Me: The strangulation sex?
Mom: Yes, it was shocking.
Me: You thought that was worse than the snake sex?
Mom: Well, the snake sex was a dream.
Me: Huh.
Mom: Can I read your other stories?
This was a ton of fun. I really enjoyed sharing it with her, and I'm excited for her to read my other stuff.
Since this Facebook post, my dad has read From Wiltshire, With Love as well. He was also completely engrossed, was sucked right into the story, and really enjoyed the world building. He asked a lot of questions about what I had invented, and what came from canon, as well as some terms he didn’t know (he’s only seen a few of the Harry Potter movies, and hasn’t read the books). The other thing he enjoyed was the comments on the story, and how I interacted with readers, and how I cited sources of inspiration when they came from other fanfiction works.
My parents both agreed that this was the raciest, most graphic novel they have ever read. lol And they’re both eager to read the story that I’ll be working on next year.
If anyone is on the fence about sharing their fics with their family I'd encourage you to consider it. My parents were floored that I've been writing, and they really enjoyed reading my more plotty stuff. (Dad has not read my PWP stories) It's feels really good to get their acceptance and praise. Because I've worked on this for so long and kept it hidden, it feels like a weight has been removed from my shoulders - sharing it with them. I wish I had shared it sooner because this has definitely made us closer. In particular with my mom. We've never bonded over her romance novels, but we're bonding over this. It's more personal.
#fanfiction#fandom#hp fanfic#HP Fandom#dramione#dramione fanfiction#dhr#dhr fanfiction#dhr fandom#dhr fanfic#fandom discourse#fandom discussion
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Howdy everybody!
it’s June! What! It was March yesterday I think,,,, urgurgh
But actually wait this is super exciting!! I’m out of my depressive slump which means I get to use the rest of June to prepare for artfight!
I’ll still be posting here, but it’ll be just my preparations + artfight attacks until August. I’ll be tagging everything with “Daffys Artfight 2023” so if you don’t want to see soooooo many skeletons and my cool swag characters than block that tag babey B)) and I’ll see you in August with more tf2!
And since I am very much developing a special interest with tf2, I’ll be doing attacks on tf2 ocs! If you want to attack me and draw my little meow meow Glider, than I’ll love you forever and ever and draw your little guy too teehee
Alrighty! Here’s the breakdown for this years artfight:
Until July 1st, I’ll be redesigning, updating, and writing my characters + (hopefully) posting about them on here! Also I’ll be bookmarking characters during this time, so send me your little guys during this time >B)
When the teams are decided I’ll make sure to use the templates that go along with it and finally edit my profile lol.
Every year for artfight, I do a mass attack with a bunch of skeleton characters! Last year was about 70, this year I’m planning to do 100 and actually finish it this time! As soon as artfight starts I’ll begin planning out my sketch and working on editing a nice little speedpaint for you all.
If I’m able too, I’d love to start a chain with someone and give my characters some friends! Last year I did one with Sam, my most littlest guy, and it was super fun!! (I’ve also got a lot more characters this year that I’ve been wanting to flesh out hehehe)
And that’s about it! I’ll add on some art I’ve been working on below
Here’s the personification of my process of creating characters! That’s a mouthful though, so he’s just called the Creator. Silly guy. As old and as young as time itself. Fuzzy.
Here’s some WIP character designs! I’m struggling a bit for inspiration on the top two, but fuck it we ball.
Thank you for reading! And I hope to see ya there! (My user is DaffoDuck) or https://artfight.net/~DaffoDuck
Well howdy again,, did you think there was secrets down here?? Because there is MUHAHAHA
here’s some tf2 plans and progress for my ongoing projects
The tf2 horror thing I’ve been working on! Sure have been working on it! Most definitely my most bodacious dude. H. I’m just mainly struggling with the bigger meaning of it,, got the plot all done,,,, now gotta somehow make it anti-capitalist. I gotta go analyze some more horror stories,, gotta go back to the scp phase.
I absolutely adore the child mercs that people have come up with, so I wanted to try my hand at it! I’ve got a real fun story going on, and I’m involving the classic mercs! I’ve changed them up quite a bit though because they’re much younger in this, and teachers,, hehheheh. Basically I stuck them all in a summer camp,, imagine LumberJanes and Gravity Falls with tf2 humor. Kinda terrifying when I write it out
OOOOO IM ALMOST DONE WITH A REALLY COOL THING!!!! I just need to finishing a little bit of writing but I’m almost done with my take on a class swap! As far as I can remember it goes like this: Heavy is Medic, Medic is Heavy, Sniper is Scout, Scout is Sniper, Pyro is Demoman, Demoman is Pyro, Spy is Soldier, Soldier is Engineer, Engineer is Spy. GHHRGRRRRR IM SO FUCKING EXCITED
I have a lot more but I forgor because it’s 5am in the fucking evening what oh my god goodnight!!!!!!! SHIT,!!!!!
#artfight 2023#artfight#artfight prep#Daffys Artfight 2023#character art#oc artist#character design#character illustration#character concept#daffys drawings#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
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2, 7, 17, 22, & 48 for the fic writers ask game? (hope these aren't too many!)
not too many at all!! i'm so happy to answer these. more q's here for anyone else as well :P
2. Where do you get your fic ideas?
idk man. dreams and soothsayers
7. Post a snippet from a wip.
this is from a post-timeskip iwaoi fic i started writing based on a bunch of poetry prompts! idk if i’ll ever go back to it bc i got kind bored, but it was fun while i was in the zone with it lol
When July ends, Oikawa packs his things—a single duffel bag, because he was never coming here to stay—and finds Iwaizumi waiting for him by the car. He shoves his bag into the backseat of his father’s car, and then closes the door, leaving him looking at Iwaizumi looking back at him.
“I don’t—” Iwaizumi stops, clears his throat. He closes his eyes, and Oikawa wonders. “I can’t let you leave without—without saying it. That I’m going to miss you.”
Oikawa reaches over, squeezes his hand. Then he drops it. “I’m going to miss you too. No need to get all worked up about saying it, Iwa.”
Iwaizumi shakes his head and opens his eyes. There’s something tired and resigned in them. Oikawa can see the reflection of that night on the rooftop in the irises. “No, I—that’s not all it is. I can’t…Oikawa, I’m just so in love with you, and I don’t expect anything from you and I don’t—”
Oikawa kisses him.
He tastes like moonlight. Moonlight, and something bittersweet.
17. Do you have a writing routine?
not really??? i just kinda. get an idea and sit down and go ham. i tend to get a lot of writing done during classes not gonna lie to you. i have one lecture where i swear i get minimum 1k words written during every class. i always end every writing session with tallying up word count and putting it in my little tracker though. it’s a little obsessive but i enjoy it.
22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?
oooooh it depends!! a lot of fics i get the title ideas for before or during the writing process, which i’ve been told is strange but w/e it works for me. if i leave titling for after i finish the fic i always end up struggling with it and hate it. same thing with summaries—i’ll figure it out while writing or before writing and if i don’t, i get majorly stuck at the end when i’m trying to post.
48. Who is your favorite character to write for? Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?
hmm i reaaaallyyyy love writing iwaizumi. he’s so much fun to play with. idk if my characterization of him is really that solid yet, but i’m working through it. that being said, kuroo def used to be my favorite for haikyuu and while i still love writing for him, i don’t do it nearly as much anymore, so that’s been a major change.
also i still love writing kyoya. that has not changed. and let’s be real. that probably will never change.
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WIP Update - 12 Oct 2022
Had a reasonably productive week, thanks mostly to a single new fic . I touched 4 fics (1 WIPs & 3 new works) for a total of 1875 words. I’ll be out of town over this coming weekend, so not expecting a lot of productivity for next week.
The final chapter of the Stucky --> Stuckony alternate a/b/o ‘verse fic that @psychiccatpanda and I have collabed on was posted - keep an eye out for an Epilogue coming soon! Also posted to Ao3 - a modern/no powers arranged marriage AU Stony ficlet. Here on Tumblr, I posted a semi-spooky, mostly fluffy WinterIron fic for Flash Fiction Friday that also filled a StarkBucks bingo square, and a Fictober prompt, and a supernatural/no powers AU eventual Stuckony fic that filled a bunch of prompts!
I’m still at 12 active WIPs (with a couple of maybe TBCs) with my current deadlines being these three October creative challenges: @fictober-event, @flufftober & @whumptober. The @reforgedzine deadline is also looming large. :: bites nails::
See below cut for the WIPs (arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc) I am working on - feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects (or any other WIPs I’ve got out there) – they really help feed the Muse and keep me motivated!
Whumptober, Flufftober & Fictober [ Running thru 31 Oct]
I’m going to attempt to fill prompts from these three creative challenges - at least one per week of the month - preferably combining one prompt from each into a single fic.
I’ve filled prompts for Day 1 (Fic, Whump & Fluff), Day 7 (Fic and semi-Whump) and Day 12 (Fic, Whump & Fluff) with Day 18 in progress -- see below for specifics. I hope to fill a couple more before the end of the month!
Reforged - A WinterIron Zine [Deadline 12 Nov]
I got accepted to submit a 1k-3.5k fic for this project, and have submitted a basic idea & completed my second checkin. I am stressed and struggling, already at 3062 words and still need to get the main plot wrapped up - I basically need to finish the damn thing and then ruthlessly edit to get down to the max word count...
Avengers Bingo [AvB] (Runs thru 24 Dec)
Eight fills posted (5 to Ao3) and 0 WIPs - I decided to further challenge myself on this 16-square card by pairing up each square with a unique combo of 2 original MCU Avengers, with the final square being PolyVengers. With the help of the STB Enthusiasts Discord folks - I’ve got all 16 squares planned out, at least in terms of who to write about, and half of them have some sort of idea or crossover square to go along with them. Feel free to toss other plot bunnies my way…
* B2 - Healer AU - Filled this with Things Gone Wrong (But Also Going Right) - a Bruce/Clint Tumblr ficlet that also makes use of the following prompts from the first day of each of the October writing challenges (see below). It came in at 551 words and will get added to Ao3 at some point later this month.
@fictober-event Day 1. “I chose you.”,
@whumptober No. 1 “This wasn’t supposed to happen.“
@flufftober Day 1. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes.
* B3 - Road Trip - Bruce & Thor - Post Grandmaster, pre-Thanos space shenanigans
* B4 - Age Gap - Thor/Tony - possible crossover with TSB One Night Stand (obvious title: Thunderstruck)
* C1 - Opposites Attract - Clint/Thor - there was a fun Tumblr headcanon going around about a Bumbling Foreigner whose ignorance of local customs results in him flirting with/proposing to the prince - this seems like a perfect matchup!
* C3 - Reincarnation AU - Natasha & Tony - post-Endgame.
* D1 - Friends w/ Benefits - Clint/Steve - crossover with MWAPB Hawkeye/Clint Barton and possibly SRB - Never Have I Ever
* D2 - Romeo & Juliet AU - basic idea: Steve (jock) & Tony (geek) trying out for title roles in R&J - despite their respective FWB groups thinking it’s a terrible idea. Title: Two Polycules, Alike in Dignity
* D3 - Bed Sharing - Bruce/Natasha - AoU compliant.
Man With a Plan (Steve Rogers) Bingo [MWAPB] (Runs thru 31 Dec)
Twelve fills, 2 WIPs and several Vague Ideas/potential cross fills with other bingos. Prompts cheerfully accepted!
* B3 - Farmer’s Market - crossover with TSB Doing Groceries. Moodboard + ficlet?
* I1 - Steve is here for TFAtWS - this might go well with my BBB “Oh, hell no" square - Steve trolling Bucky & Sam by sending the old man in with his shield? (moodboard & ficlet?)
* I5 - Dogsitting - filled this with a Tumblr fic: Paws to Consider - a Steve & Tony + Stucky --> eventual Stuckony fic featuring mutual pining and a werewolf. It’s a crossover with my BBB “Run” square and the following October writing challenge prompts.
@fictober-event 12. "You're making my head hurt."
@whumptober #12 “Mayday, mayday!”
@flufftober 12. “You kept this?”
It came in at 1080 words and will post on Ao3 later this month.
* N1 - School AU/Teacher AU - if I decide to continue on with Technicalities - I could fill this square :: ponders::
* N3 - Online shopping - this might be fun as a crossover with BBB Thighs Sam buys a revealing swimsuit for Bucky as a gag that gets Steve in a tizzy.
* N4 - Soulmates - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow is collaborating on with me. This will also fill my Stucky Bingo AU: Supernatural square. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine).
Current Last Line: "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”
* G4 - Canon Divergence post CA:TWS - possible crossover with BBB Kill List – Bucky wreaking havoc on Hydra bases and Steve & Sam catch up with him
* G5 - Friends to Lovers - might use this for Chapter 3 of Mutual Pinning
* O1 - Crying - see AvB Death square above
* O2 - Sex Pollen - Teenage Groot pollen = aphrodisiac hi-jinks. Quill & Gamora warn the couple (stucky)/throuple (Stuckony) ahead of time, so no dub-con.
* O3 - Hawkeye/Clint Barton - see AvB - Friends w/ Benefits above.
StarkBucks Bingo - Round 3 (SBB_R3) - Ends 31 Dec
Six fills, 2 WIPs and several Vague Ideas - soliciting plot bunnies or other kick-starters.
* B1 - “I wouldn’t mind wasting my time on you.“ - Possible crossover with BBB - KINK: Seduction Mission?
* B3 - AU: Canon Divergence - combining this with TSB Canon Divergent: Nobody Dies by pulling together some leftovers/discards from “ Ain’t No Party Like a ‘Saved the Universe’ Party”. Clearing the Air is coming in at 792 words and will get posted to Ao3 either the 21st or the 28th.
* I2 - Mistaken Identity - crossover with TSB K5 - Protectiveness - “The Mechanic, The Soldier & The Artist” - mob/assassin AU with a Mr. & Mrs. Smith twist?
* I4 - Canon: Avengers Academy - will probably do Stuffed Marvels sketches of Tony and Winter, as I know very little about the game/canon.
* I5 - Matchmaker Bots - possible crossover with TSB Occupational Hazard
* N2 - Blanket - Thanks to the July BBB Discord party , I have an idea for combining this with my TSB AU: College square and BBB Funeral square.
* N4 - Crossroads - filled this with the Tumblr fic The Old Dark AirBnB, a semi-spooky, mostly fluffy WinterIron ficlet that also fills the following event prompts - It will get posted to Ao3 by the end of the month.
@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF171 The Last House on the Left]
@fictober-event Day 7. “Check that again, are you sure?”
@whumptober No. 7: Shaking Hands (minor reference).
* G3 - “This might as well happen.” Managed to squish this into In Hindsight - a Stucky –> Stuckony spur-of-the-moment threesome fic inspired by a series of posts with @needyoucap over on the STB Enthusiasts Discord server. This alternating PO ficlet (which also fills my TSB square Hindsight) is in more or less final draft form at 1590 words and is scheduled to get posted on Ao3 on the 14th.
* O1 - Royalty - crossover with TSB - IronWidow & BBB AU: Arranged Marriage - pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion back up?
* O6 - AU: Biker - Grease 2 fusion anyone? 😁 I watched the movie a couple of weeks ago and took notes - It’s not gonna be a faithful adaptation, but hopefully fun - tho am having a tough time deciding who is Michael (probably Bucky, tho a case could be made for Tony)
Hero Hardships Bingo [HHB] (Runs thru 31 Dec)
One fill so far with a few Vague Ideas … need to see what might play well with Whumptober prompts!
* I3 - Unimaginable Grief – I‘m thinking an post-Endgame Rhodey POV would work nicely here…
* O3 - Dating a civilian - this would fit perfectly with another chapter of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) , for which I currently have a basic plot point or two rolling around in my head.
Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7 Jan 2023)
Eleven fills, four WIPs & ideas for everything except one square - Working on a Column B bingo to start.
* B2 - Funeral - see SBB N2 - Blanket above
* B3 - Sam Wilson|Falcon - this would be a good candidate for a continuation of After One Or Two False Starts
* U2 - AU: Roommate - Still wanting to use the Meet Ugly prompt: 02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless – probably WinterHawk with recovering!Bucky being the squatter in Clint’s apartment building.
* U4 - AU: Arranged Marriage - will probably pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion back up for this one.
* U5 - Kill List - see MWAP - G4 - Canon Divergence. Post CA:TWS above
* C2 - “Oh, hell no” - possible crossover with MWAP I1 - Steve is here for TFaWS
* C4 - KINK: Aftercare - possibly MWAP Sex Pollen or TSB KINK: Concubine
*C5 - “This might as well happen” - Used this for the Sept BBB Round Robin (crackfic - Emperor’s New Groove inspired) wrote 276 words toward it - not sure if/when it will post, but will add a link when it does. 😁
* K1 - Thighs - combined this with with SRB Game Night and HHB Hiding Discomfort for a 3 Prompts –> Summary game that I may turn into a BarberShop Quartet (Steve/Bucky/Natasha/Sam) ficlet. (tho the HHB prompt will probably get saved for Whumptober, if I participate)
* K2 - Comics - filling with my Bucky Barnes original comics version Stuffed Marvel figure that I designed back in March & finally got around to sewing!
* K3 - KINK: Edging - crossing over with TSB KINK: Orgasm Denial/Edging & I finally got a start on the WinterIron PWP for this (Bucky POV with toy play and Tony as a power bottom) Hanging by a Moment is sitting at 96 words at the moment.
* Y2 - Never the fall that kills you - this might be the title for a reverse hanahaki WinterIron prompt from @lacrimula-falsa ….
* Y3 - “Run” - see MWAP I5 - Dogsitting above.
* Y4 - KINK: Seduction Mission - crossover with SBB - B1 - “I wouldn’t mind wasting my time on you.”
* ADOPTED1 - Peggy Carter - potential WW3some shenanigans ahead - another 3 prompts –> Summary inspiration currently 395 words into a Peggy & Bucky conversation at the moment.
Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 2 (SRB_R2) - Ends 31 Jan
Thirteen fills posted (twelve to Ao3) & 0 WIPs at the moment – happily accepting plot bunnies here as well.
* A1 - Never Have I Ever - see AvB Friends with Benefits
* A4 - Touch Attention/Denial - See BBB Peggy Carter square?
* B2 - Mile High Club - this seems made for Stony sexy shenanigans…
* B3 - Bruce Banner - see AvB Death above.
* C1 - Arranged Marriage - Making Their Own Arrangements posted to Ao3 this morning. I combined this prompt with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FF169 Meeting of the Minds] for a Stony ficlet where Tony (and Steve) discover a potential upside to having their family and friends pick their perfect spouse. It came in at 488 words.
* E2 - Comics Nomad Steve - SWC sketch of Nomad!Steve
Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6 (TSB_R6) [Ends 28 Feb]
Five fills and five WIPs at the moment - with Vague Ideas for almost every other square.
* S2 - Canon Divergence: Nobody Dies - see SBB AU: Canon Divergence
* T1 - One Night Stand - see AvB - B4 - Age Gap
* T2 - Doing Groceries - see MWAP B3 - Farmer’s Market
* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue - remix of sabrecmc’s Indecent Proposal
* T4 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with BBB C4 - KINK: Aftercare?
* A4 - AU: College - see SBB N2 - Blanket
*A5 - Scott Lang - @27dragons shared an interesting plot bunny during the Sept TSB Discord party that I may end up using; that or a follow up to A Piece of the Action
* R1 - Tony’s Poor Life Choices - @somesortofitalianroast had the excellent idea to turn this on its head - now that he’s with [partner of your choice] - he’s making fewer poor life choices?
* R2 - IronWidow - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?
* R3 - Dancing - Chapter 7 of Flawed Hypothesis filled this prompt; it posted to Ao3 on Friday at came in at 1078 words. An Epilogue with an accompanying (and amazing!) graphic created by my lovely and talented collaborator, @psychiccatpanda is on its way!
* R4 - Occupational Hazard - see SBB I5 - Matchmaker Bots
* K1 - Endgame Fix-It - had a semi-cracky idea for this over the weekend and pounded out a ficlet where Tony does a bit of solo time-traveling. Rhodey Had a Point is coming in at 511 words and is slated to be posted to Ao3 on the 26th
* K2 - Secret Admirer - carried this over from last round so I could try my hand a remix of Seeds of Love (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone). Potential title: Wraps Around My Heart, Refusing to Unwind
* K3 - KINK: Orgasm Denial/Edging - see BBB KINK: Edging
* K4 - Hindsight - see SBB “This might as well happen”
* K5 - Protectiveness - see SBB Mistaken Identity
*ADOPTED1 - Movie Retelling - I was also inspired this weekend to fill this square (mostly because there’s an AU: Western square on the list I want to adopt!) I didn’t quite get it done before the party closed, but Tested to the Breaking Point - a Rhodey POV of the panic attack scene from IM3 - is coming in at 713 words and will get added to my Scenes from a Friendship IronBros series on Ao3 on the 19th.
Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023
Two fills and two WIPs with a couple of other vague ides.
* I5 - Friends to Lovers - see MWAPB Powerless AU above.
* O4 - AU: Supernatural - see MWAPB Soulmates above.
I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics square – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!
WinterIron - No Powers AU – Stony No Powers AU
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On other creative fronts: I have an She-Hulk Stuffed With Character figure in progress. Am also gearing up for a classic monster/horror con in October and a superhero con in March - so am focused on building up stock for both. Plus I have to make space for Marvel Trumps Hate - the preview week starts 16 Oct!
if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for the holiday season, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 80!). They’re mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!
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Got tagged by someone to do this and a bunch of other games, this was the one I’m most interested in. Not gonna mention you on here because I don’t want your notifications to blow up in a chain (like you said) but you know who you are, thanks, this was fun 😊 Not gonna tag anyone else.
Fic Writer Review
1. How many fics on AO3?
All together, 184 across five accounts.
2. Total AO3 wordcount?
Geez, I guess a lot.
3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Kylux (134)
Reylo (23)
One Punch Man (21)
Gakuen Babysitters (3)
Sasodei/Naruto (1)
ObiDei/Naruto (1)
Halloween (1)
4. Top Five by Kudos?
Don’t wanna go through and rank them but my Halloween fic has the most kudos out of all of them.
5. Do you respond to comments, why/why not?
Always. I figured if someone takes the time out of their day to comment on some schlock I’ve written, the least I can do is respond. Even if it’s just a smiley face.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Don’t want to start posting titles because I don’t want anyone who follows me on Tumblr going to look for my works. But it’s a Kylux /BenArmie fic and at the end Ben couldn’t save Armitage and he’s left trying to pick up the pieces and raise their child alone.
7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?
The only one I attempted a cross-over in was my Halloween fic, where I brought in a certain character from the Friday the 13th series. Bloody, gory chaos ensued 😊
8. Have you received hate on a fic?
No. Not once. Which is weird considering I don’t think I’m a good writer at all. All of my comments have been so positive and praising that I’m flabbergasted by them.
9. Do you write smut?
I have.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yeah actually someone took one of my absolute favorite fics, a SaiGenos one, changed some minor details and called it their own. I was so upset by this like, I haven’t posted a fic in almost a year.
11. Ever had a fic translated?
Yeah twice. Once someone asked permission to translate my fic into German and another time, into Russian. The Russian translated one she put on her blog and my kudos shot up into the thousands so that was pretty cool.
12. Ever co-written a fic before?
Nope. Don’t wanna taint someone else’s talent.
13. All time favourite ship?
Kylo Ren and General Armitage Hux (Star Wars)
14. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?
Yeah, there’s one I’ve been working on for nearly two, yes TWO, years. It’s a SasoDei one and the theme is a little darker and a little more angsty than I normally write. Basically I know how it begins and I know how it needs to end, it’s the details in the middle I’m having a hard time fleshing out.
15. What are your writing strengths?
If I’m going based off of what my comments say, I have a “natural” writing style, my dialogue is very realistic, and I’m able to convey emotions between characters very well.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
I’m not the best at writing very detailed scenery into my works. Also I’m an incredibly slow writer and a perfectionist and if I’ll go back to a paragraph a hundred thousand times and change things about it until I’m satisfied and yeah.
17. What are your thoughts of writing dialogue in other languages?
Well I don’t know any other languages so 🤷🏽♀️
18. First fandom you wrote for?
Kylux in 2018.
19. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
Again don’t want to post titles but it’s one of my first Kylux ones and it’s incredibly slow-burn and it’s one of the few I’m actually incredibly proud of.
#ao3#naruto#sasodei#obidei#Halloween 1978#kylux#one punch man#saigenos#gakuen babysitters#hyaryu#reylo
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Noticing the Little Things
-shows up a week late to Kiss Ryuji Day with Starbucks- I’ve contributed to a fandom event! mo you didn’t contribute shit I’ve contributed! Took a break from Misguided Wingman, so instead of a WIP Wednesday, y’all are getting 6.6k words of fluff instead!
Under a cut cause that’s a little much, and link to AO3 in the reblogs cause tumblr does terrible things to posts with links in them.
Hey, come meet my mom!
Ryuji had sprung the offer on him last minute via dead of the night text. It wasn’t as though he’d been trying to catch Ren off guard intentionally; it was more a matter of this being her first full day off in nearly a month that hadn’t fallen through for one reason or another. Ren had quickly learned that those sorts of days were few and far between, and notoriously difficult to plan around because of it. Even rarer were the days where both Sakamotos’ schedules lined up for a full day of quality time, especially now with the addition of Phantom Thievery. And Ryuji had offered to share this once in a blue moon opportunity with his best friend. Naturally, even as tired as he’d been when the message came through, Ren had jumped at the chance. For once it (mostly) didn’t have anything to do with his crush on his best friend that could have been viewed from space, Ren was just excited to finally meet the woman whose praises Ryuji’d been singing since they met.
The next morning, Ryuji had texted him again uncharacteristically bright and early--especially for a Sunday--hoping to put their heads together for something nice to do for her. He didn’t want her to do a bunch of work on one of her rare days off and Ren didn’t blame him one bit. He pitched the idea of takeout; no effort to cook, no dishes to wash, only trash to take out after. Ryuji shot it down, hesitant to admit that they couldn’t quite afford enough takeout for all three of them this late in the month and even less willing to ask Ren to cover the whole thing. Which meant going out to eat somewhere was probably also a no-go. And then Ren was struck by divine inspiration.
Or rather, he looked down at the breakfast that Sojiro had so kindly prepared for him before Leblanc opened. And then he texted Ryuji.
What if I made curry?
And that was how he ended up spending the rest of his morning at the grocery store, picking through produce with such a critical eye that it would have brought a tear to Sojiro’s. He’d assured Ryuji several times over that it was no trouble, he needed the practice anyway and he’d gotten some sizable bonuses from a couple of his jobs, so the shopping was no issue. Ren sent the list of what he needed and, after a little more convincing, Ryuji had sent back a list of what they didn’t already have in the apartment, as well as a promise to have the kitchen ready when he arrived and to do dishes after all of his friend’s hard work. On top of the rest of his list, Ren added a nice tuna filet for Morgana, who’d be stuck in Yongen all day rather than risk getting anyone in trouble for bringing the not-a-cat to the Sakamoto apartment.
Ren double checked his bags and tried to shake off the feeling that he was missing something while Morgana halfheartedly berated him between bites of fish for being left behind. Halfway down the stairs to the cafe, it hit Ren and he couldn’t help but feel a little dumb for forgetting. His thumbs skated over his phone screen to ask Ryuji a question, only to get a question himself from Sojiro.
“Got everything you need to impress your mother-in-law, kid?” His tone was teasing as he looked over the boy’s armful of groceries. Ren sputtered an objection that was less actual coherent words and more disconnected, indignant noises, red as the bell peppers he’d selected as his caretaker chuckled. His phone buzzed as Ryuji’s answer came in.
“Actually…” Ren managed after the worst of the heat faded from his cheeks. “I was wondering if I could borrow a couple of things?”
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“Out.” Ren commanded, brandishing a freshly washed carrot like a dagger and flicking the water off of it at his friend.
“Hey! It’s my kitchen!” Ryuji argued but stepped back anyways with his hands up in a vain attempt to shield himself from the droplets.
“They’re my groceries. Go sit, I’m cooking.” Ren retorted and turned back to the cutting board. Sakamoto-san’s laugh could be heard from the living room, not that that was very far. It was a small apartment and the kitchen and living room weren’t so much two separate rooms as they were one room about the size of Leblanc’s attic interrupted by a short stretch of countertop. When he’d first come in, Sakamoto-san had scooped up the groceries from Ren’s arms before he’d gotten half a word of greeting out, Ryuji had dragged him off for a quick tour of the apartment, and he’d come back to everything he’d need laid out in a neat array next to the stove in the five minutes he’d been distracted.
“He fusses if he doesn’t get to help.” She explained while Ren worked. “He does it to me, too, y’know.” He couldn’t help but wonder with a roll of his eyes where ever could his best friend have gotten that habit from?
“Oh I fuss if I don’t get to help?” The blond asked dryly and then helpfully voiced Ren’s inner sarcastic inquiry: “Wonder where I picked that up?” A smile found its way onto Ren’s face as they continued bantering back and forth while he worked, Sakamoto-san sipping on tea in front of the television and Ryuji leaning on the counter from the living room side to watch his best friend cook.
It was comfortable, but not quite in the same way Leblanc had become; the cafe was a place to rest, to breathe, to hide. His attic bedroom felt undeniably safe, but was somehow paradoxically isolated from the world around it and almost entirely devoid of privacy. The apartment, though… With the sound of the tv providing soft background noise to Ryuji and his mother’s easy conversation and the smell of curry spices filling every corner of the small space, it felt safe in a way that felt like home, in a way the attic hadn’t quite managed yet, in a way his own home hadn’t really felt since he was a little kid. Something tense in Ren’s chest unwound and he hadn’t realized he was humming until Ryuji and Sakamoto-san had stopped talking to listen. It wasn’t even particularly good, at least as far as he was concerned, but it was the only way to get rid of the Velvet Room’s mysterious song when it got stuck in his head like it lived there. The silence stretched for an uncomfortable beat when he realized he had an audience.
“Um.” He glanced up from the frying pan for a moment, then quickly back down to it to hide his blush after meeting two matching sets of wide, brown eyes watching him. Nothing like an unblinking stare to make one self-conscious. “S-sorry. Did I interrupt you two?”
“Oh no, not at all! You have a lovely voice, Ren. Don’t let us stop you.” Sakamoto-san insisted with a kind smile that turned a little too knowing as she glanced over at her son.
“Yeah, man, you ain’t gotta quit ‘cause of us.” Ryuji affirmed, still watching him with a grin and a warm, wide-eyed look that the other boy couldn’t quite put a name to. “And she’s right, you’re pretty good. Hell, maybe we shoulda gone to that karaoke place for real the one time so you could show off.” Heat rose to Ren’s face that had nothing to do with the food he was cooking.
“Well, we could always go back, make that our next celebration after-- uh,” Ren quickly changed course before he accidentally blurted out ‘after the next change of heart’ in front of Sakamoto-san, “after exams. Get everyone together, take turns picking songs, that sort of thing.” Ren suggested. “Of course, that means you’d have to sing, too.”
“No way--!” The blond tried to object before his mother cut him off in her own excitement.
“Oh that sounds so fun!” She grinned more widely, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Ren had seen an identical look on her son’s face enough times to slightly dread whatever she was about to say. “Maybe you boys could do a duet? I know a few songs that’d--”
“Mommmm!” Ryuji groaned indignantly while Ren smothered a laugh and prayed any color in his cheeks could be written off as a result of leaning over the hot stove.
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Ren watched a flurry of movement from where he’d gotten up to stir the curry and break out the pour-over setup. Boss had only let him borrow this one because it had been chipped a few years prior--still functional, but no longer restaurant quality--and because Ren had laid the flattery on especially thick when he begged to use it.
“Ooh, you’re gonna make coffee? I’ll be right back, I know what else’ll go perfect with it!” Ryuji had jumped up and all but bolted for the door. “Be right back!”
“Wait, I was just--” He tried to tell the blond, but the door had already snapped shut before he could finish, “--setting it up.” He sighed and offered a helpless shrug to Sakamoto-san. “It’s supposed to go with the curry, but that’s going to be simmering for a while.”
Sakamoto-san chuckled and smiled fondly in the direction her son had disappeared. “You know how excitable he can be, and he’s been looking forward to introducing us for a couple of months now.” She stood and stretched with a groan, then walked over and leaned on the counter. Ren could practically feel her gaze on him as he worked; even with as warm and casual as the look on her face was, something in her eyes felt scrutinizing. He was being sized up with no idea as to why. Sakamoto-san’s smile stayed in place, as gentle as before when she asked, “why not brew us each a cup anyway? Ryuji’s been raving about the one you made him and how well it’d go with old lady Ueda’s ginger peach danishes since the beginning of summer. And since he’s even less of a coffee drinker than I am, I’m eager to see the master at work.”
“If you want to see the master at work, you’ll have to come by Leblanc and meet So-- um, Sakura-san.” He explained with a nervous, slightly forced chuckle of his own. After a moment of internal debate, Ren nodded. “But I did bring enough for everyone to have a couple of cups. Couldn’t hurt to see if you like it as much as Ryuji does. Maybe I’ll impress you just as much, Sakamoto-san.” That had been exactly why he was doing this, why he had worked so hard to convince Boss to part with even a little of his cafe equipment.
She barked a laugh at that and startled Ren enough that he nearly knocked over the bag of coffee he’d traded away a full week of work for. “Two things. Three, actually. One, please just call me Hana. Because, two, I’ve been impressed with you for months, kid. And, three, don’t beat yourself up if you can’t impress me as much as Ryuji ‘cause that’s gonna be an awfully high bar to clear. I don’t know exactly what you did to do it, but you pulled him out of…” Hana-san trailed off with a sigh, and then continued with a slightly thick edge to her voice, “out of a pretty dark place, y’know. My boy adores you.”
With that and the overwhelming warmth in her eyes, Ren could feel his own throat tightening, but he managed to choke out a weak, “O-okay.” And then he couldn’t force anything else out. How were you supposed to react to hearing your probably-unrequited-crush’s mom tell you that said crush adored you? As if she could read the question on his face, she reached over to clap him on the shoulder encouragingly.
“Don’t worry about sayin’ anything, My sunshine’s told me you’re not much of a talker. Just make sure you keep showin’ him how much he means to you too, alright?”
“I will. Thank you, Hana-san.” He finally replied and got the same annoyed frown he’d gotten from Ryuji two days into their friendship, when he’d met his new nickname with Ryuji’s family name. Although responding to Renren with Sakamoto back then had been an attempt at teasing on Ren’s part, calling Sakamoto-san by just her given name felt like too much.
The door creaked open and pulled her attention off of Ren as Ryuji came bouncing through, nearly forgetting to kick off his shoes in his excitement to deliver the prized pastries.
“You weren’t kidding when you said this one was formal, sunshine.” She sighed. “And damn, I’ve never seen you make that trip so fast. You that excited to show off to your Renren? ” Ryuji squawked in offense and Ren could feel his face flame at how she’d emphasized his nickname.
“N-nah, he could probably sense that I was just about to ask about embarrassing baby pictures is all.” Ren deflected as he went back to prepping their coffee.
The only thing better than the look of utter betrayal Ryuji gave him was the one of unbridled delight on Hana-san’s face.
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Dinner had passed cheerfully, if somewhat raucously, as Hana-san and Ryuji regaled their guest with stories about Ryuji’s childhood, and the boys entertained her with stories about their time together since the beginning of the school year. Ren felt himself opening up more and more easily as the meal had gone by and even shared a few stories from his time working at Leblanc, as well as the specifics behind balancing the night’s coffee and curry. As per usual, Ryuji didn’t really seem to be absorbing the specifics, but seemed more than happy to watch his friend talk about something he was enthusiastic about. Ren was even openly laughing by the end of dinner while he and Ryuji recounted the time they had met up for lunch after separately incurring Ushimaru’s wrath by falling asleep in class, then bursting out laughing at each other’s identical chalk bruises on their foreheads. They didn’t mention that each of them still had the other’s half of the subsequent selfie set as their phone’s home screen.
Afterwards, the atmosphere in the apartment settled a little when Ryuji shooed both his mother and his best friend out of the kitchen to sort out leftovers and wash dishes. In the meantime, Ren and Hana-san sat in comfortable quiet in the living room while half-watching the talk show on tv and enjoying the last of the coffee and danishes. Ryuji had been spot-on, Ren noted, the flavor paired beautifully with what he’d been secretly calling the Kidd Blend since he first got his right hand man’s seal of approval. As per usual, even if Ryuji didn’t have a head for the specifics, his instincts were unparalleled.
“He’s got good taste, right?” Hana-san remarked as she watched Ren’s thoughtful chewing. He nodded. Again with that uncanny ability to read him; it would have been unsettling if he hadn’t already been used to it from Ryuji and just figured that she was where he got it from. She cracked a smile after taking another sip from her coffee and said, “I gotta admit, I was skeptical when he said it was good enough to go with our favorite dessert. Figured he was just talking you up again ‘cause I’ve never had a cup of coffee I actually liked. I only drink it if I need the caffeine fix. But this? This is damn good.” Hana-san drained the cup and let out a satisfied sigh before she settled back a little further into her seat.
At that point Ren had been keeping a running tally of how many little gestures and features Hana-san and her son had in common. Despite their differences physically--where Ryuji was tall and all lean, hard lines, Hana-san was considerably shorter than her son and built soft and sturdy--there was no denying they were mother and son with as many quirks and features as they had in common. The same warm, brown eyes that tilted upwards just a little at the outer corners; the same bright smile that lit up their entire faces and laughter that filled every corner of the room; the same animated manner of speaking, all open expression and wild gestures to tell a story; the same bright quality to their voices, loud and boisterous without being overwhelming. The same way of making him feel like he’d known them all his life within the span of a few hours. That last one was about when he’d lost count, and therefore couldn’t say where he was when he noted that even with the difference in their specific posture, the two even relaxed the same way when they sat. Ryuji tended to sprawl out and Hana-san seemed more comfortable curling up when she sat, but they both had something loose and open about the way they sat, something oddly approachable.
“You’re always welcome to come by Leblanc, Hana-san.” Ren said with a smile, then added somewhat proudly, “Although I’ll have to direct Boss since Ryuji only gets coffee when I make it.”
“We’ll see if I get some time. And seriously, kid, just Hana is fine. I’ve heard enough about you from Ryuji that I feel like I already know you.” She insisted.
“Wh- really?” His head snapped up from his drink. He knew that he and Ryuji were best friends, probably the closest friends that either of them had ever had. But he hadn’t actually thought about the fact that that meant Ryuji talked about him to other people. It was probably silly the way something that obvious could warm him from the inside and fill his chest with butterflies, but it did.
“Oh yeah. Honestly, I knew I liked you before he ever even said your name. It was like out of nowhere his grades started picking back up, I wasn’t getting any more calls about him skipping classes, he seemed motivated again, like he hadn’t been since…” Hana-san looked over at Ryuji, busy and oblivious in the kitchen, as her face darkened and her voice dropped before she continued, “since before that sonofabitch broke my boy’s leg.” The bitterness passed after a moment and she fixed Ren with a gaze brimming with that same overwhelming warmth and kindness from before. “I knew that whoever it was that brought my boy’s smile back… that was someone I wanted to meet, y’know? That was someone I wanted to thank. So, thanks Ren. You brought my sunshine back.”
“I… You’re welcome.” Ren mumbled. “It’s not…” He stopped himself from saying it wasn’t a big deal because that definitely wasn’t true. “I mean, he did just as much for me.” Then he took a sip from his coffee, at a loss for what else to say.
“I’m sure he did, he’s a good boy. But this is me thanking you, not him.” She shrugged as she watched him drink and her smile went crooked as her voice took on a teasing lilt. “Still, I guess if Hana is too informal for you, you could always just call me Mom. Might as well get in the habit now, right?”
So. Hot coffee coming out of one’s nose was very painful. That was the immediate sensation that momentarily distracted Ren from the shock of Hana-san’s statement. She jumped up in surprise as he choked on his drink, then quickly grabbed a dish towel from the nearby counter and handed it to him. He coughed a few times and wiped at the surprisingly little amount of coffee that he’d gotten on himself, before finally clearing his throat and wheezing out, “Excuse me?”
Hana-san was very clearly trying not to laugh at him while she gave him another of those warm smiles that just confused him this time. “I know you two are dating, I’m not blind, kid.” Ren’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Hard. It prompted another coughing fit and Hana-san couldn’t hold back from laughing this time. “Even if I was, I still would’ve picked up on it. You two are too obvious. It’s sweet, really. The way you light up when you’re watchin’ him? And the first time I finally got your name out of him, you were suddenly the only thing he wanted to talk about. ‘ Hey mom, I’m hanging out with Ren today, don’t worry ‘bout dinner for me, we’re gonna get ramen. Man, can’t believe Ren’s never been to a real arcade before. His hometown didn’t really have one, so I’m gonna show him my favorite tomorrow. Hey mom, me and Ren are going to the gym today, yeah we’re gonna be running, yeah I’m running again, didn’t I tell you? Nah, I don’t need anything for my birthday, I know money’s tight this week and Renren’s taking me fishing so it’s all good. Hey, did you know Ren hung the moon? Ain’t that sweet of him? I should do somethin’ to say thanks.’ Like I said, kid. Ryuji adores you.” Hana finished softly. Almost ruefully, but he missed that part. Ren’s head was spinning, out of sheer confusion and excitement and terror and hope that he’d been aggressively stomping down for months, as well as the fact that all the blood in his body seemed determined to rush to his face all at once.
“He… told you we’re dating?” He managed hoarsely, eyes flicking to Ryuji still washing dishes and still completely oblivious to their conversation with the water running. Did… Had Ryuji confessed to him without Ren realizing? Had those moments he’d dismissed as wishful thinking, bein’ free and my place is next to you, actually been what he hadn’t dared even hope for?
Had he been dating Ryuji Sakamoto this entire goddamn time without even realizing it?
“Well, no. At first I thought it was because he was nervous about coming out to me. I did what I could to let him know it wasn’t an issue, and since he never really changed how he talked about you, I figured he must have just been so excited to have such a wonderful boyfriend that he just... forgot to tell me.”
Ren barked out a rough laugh and then winced at the way it grated on his scalded sinuses. “Then that would make two of us, Hana-san. If I had realized this was that kind of ‘come meet my mom,’ I would’ve convinced Sojiro to let me bring one of the top-shelf blends.” A hollow laugh escaped him as Hana-san’s face fell.
“Oh. Oh… Ah shit, I’m so sorry! I went and made things awkward with him now, haven’t I?” She winced apologetically and looked down at the dishtowel when Ren handed it back. “And wasted that fantastic coffee on top of it, too. You’re sure you’re okay?” Ren waved the apology off.
“It’s fine, please don’t worry about it, Hana-san.” She frowned at him and he finally relented. “Hana. I just... have a couple questions for him now. That I have no idea how I’m gonna ask.” He ran a hand through his hair and glanced back at Ryuji again, who was nearly done cleaning up the kitchen.
“Well, good luck when you do. But I don’t think you’re gonna need it.” She assured him with a wink and a gentle clap on the shoulder. “So, if that wasn’t the top shelf stuff, what was it? Besides still pretty damn killer, obviously.”
“Huh? Oh. Second from the top. Still took some serious convincing and I’ll be working behind the counter at Leblanc all week to make up for it.” Ren flashed Hana a tired smile. “Worth it, though. Every non-coffee-drinker I impress is a win in my book.”
Her laugh in response took the sting out of his embarrassment. And his slightly burnt throat. “Well then, guess I will have to find a minute to come by, enjoy me some coffee, curry, and a captive audience.” Hana grinned and Ren couldn’t help but return it.
“I’ll look forward to the company.”
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Rather than walk straight to the closest station, Ren and Ryuji had decided to take the scenic route and loop through a nearby park once first. Ren stuck close to the blond, given that he was a lot more familiar with the area as one of his go-to running practice routes. That and, while it was refreshingly cool for Ryuji outside the apartment, Ren ran colder than his friend and was starting to get uncomfortably chilly. As if on cue, Ryuji fell into step right next to him and threw an arm around his shoulder, and Ren felt himself immediately relax into the touch to leech his right hand man’s body heat.
“I’m really glad you finally got to meet my mom. Glad you hit it off with her, gotta admit I was kinda nervous at first.” Ryuji finally said.
“Really? Why?”
“Well you know after my old man took off, it was just me ‘n her, yeah?” Ren nodded. “Even when I had other friends before… everything, Mom was always my best friend. Lame, right?” Ryuji gave a halfhearted, self-deprecating laugh. Ren nudged his shoulder a little more firmly against the blond, not willing to let the disparagement pass uncontested.
“Not at all, she’s pretty great. Wish I was half as close with my folks as you two are.”
“Right. Yeah, she is. Anyways, yeah, mom was always my best friend. So when you turned up--and it’s not like she said anything so I could be wrong--but when you turned up I think she was a little jealous? Not like tellin’ me not to hang out with you or anythin’, she’s been real glad to see me with friends again! But I was kinda worried she felt…” The blond trailed off, waving his free hand vaguely as he tried to come up with the right word.
“Pushed aside?” Ren supplied.
“Exactly! So even after I knew she’d warmed up to you after hearin’ about you so much, I was kinda nervous that she wouldn’t get along with you. So yeah, I’m glad you guys hit it off.”
“I’m glad, too.” He couldn’t help but wonder if Hana had told Ryuji what she’d told him, how she knew she liked Ren as soon as Ryuji started getting back on his feet again. There was no way she’d told him she was certain they were dating, although that probably would have made bringing it up easier for Ren, if no less awkward. It wasn’t as though he could just blurt out ‘hey are we dating, your mom was pretty convinced I’m your boyfriend and I’m really hoping she was right’. Well okay, he could if he could work up the nerve, but that was a pretty big ‘if.’
“Hey.” Ren could hear the frown in Ryuji’s voice and didn’t have time to react before his glasses were being tugged off his face and tucked into the collar of the other boy’s shirt. “You’re doin’ that thing again, where you’re overthinkin’ somethin’ and you disappear behind your damn glasses. What’s up?”
Ren blinked up at Ryuji a few times, barely registering that, huh, that was a habit of his wasn’t it, before the words “Why sunshine?” fell out of his mouth.
“Huh?” Ryuji fixed him with a puzzled look that shifted into one of flushed embarrassment as the question registered. “Oh, right, the nickname. Uh, my hair, mostly.”
“Makes sense. This is gonna sound dumb, but even though I know you bleach it, I was still surprised that your mom’s brunette.” Ren admitted. “I guess part of me was expecting her to be blonde, too.”
“I was actually aimin’ for her color the first time we bleached mine.” Ryuji admitted, then frowned like he hadn’t meant to say anything.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I didn’t… I wasn’t always so gung-ho about the whole ‘fine, you’re gonna call me a punk, I’ll give you an effin’ punk’ thing, y’know? That didn’t really click all the way into place ‘til I got Kidd.” The blond took a slightly shaky breath and exhaled deeply before shooting his friend a questioning glance. Ren nodded for him to continue. He wasn’t going to push and Ryuji knew that, but he was definitely curious. “Right. So, this was back when my leg was still healin’ last year. Had a rough day on it, came home feelin’ like ten kindsa shit, like bad enough I went straight to the bathroom and threw up I hurt so damn bad. And as I’m washin’ my face after, I catch how my face looks in the mirror and… and I look like just as much shit as I feel.” Ren could feel how sharply Ryuji spat the hollow, bitter laugh before he continued, “specifically, I looked just like my old man whenever he was hungover. Effin’ hated it, seein’ a face I had damn near blocked out ‘cause it’d been so long since I saw it just starin’ back at me from the mirror.” Ren wrapped his arm around his best friend’s shoulders the same way Ryuji’s was draped across his, then gave his best shot at a comforting squeeze.
Ryuji shot him a crooked smile and brightened as he kept talking. “Anyways, I told Mom what happened and asked if we could dye it the same color as hers. And she was totally down for it. So she went out, got a bleach kit, annnnnd when we used it, we totally overshot it. I lost track of time and turned my hair bright freakin’ yellow and patchy as hell, too,” he laughed. “And man, we laughed harder than we had in months at that. She spent the rest of the night callin’ me sunshine to mess with me, but it was nice seein’ her really smile again, y’know? So when she asked me the next day what kind of dye I wanted to cover it up with, I told her to grab more bleach and we’d try and even it out cause the blond grew on me. And honestly? The name did, too.” Ryuji shook Ren’s shoulder in warning. “But don’t tell her I said that.”
“My lips are sealed. It suits you, though. The name,” Ren affirmed and ruffled his hand through the shock of surprisingly soft, blond hair, “and the look.” Ryuji swatted his hand away with a laugh and let it settle back on his shoulder.
“Yeah. Long as I can get away with it, I’m keepin’ it.” Ryuji stretched and fixed Ren with a look. “Aight, now what were you actually thinkin’ about?”
“Uh, w-well.” Shit. Nothing else came to mind through the haze of mild panic that struck Ren. No excuses, no delays, no deflections. Oh, to hell with it, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Time to just rip the bandage off. “Your mom thinks we’re dating and you just forgot to tell her because you got caught up in being excited about it.”
“WHAT?!” Ryuji yelped and jumped back like he’d been burned. Not the best reaction, but Ren was already determined to just get it all out.
“Yeah. And as soon as she put it like that, I suddenly wasn’t sure that I just… hadn’t realized I’d accepted a confession at some point.” He explained, eyes fixed on the path in front of them. Ryuji laughed, high and nervous, bordering on slightly hysterical.
“Wh-when would I have even--”
“My place is next to you.” Ren’s heart was hammering in his chest hard enough that he was worried it might crack a rib or five.
“...oh. Right. Okay, yeah, that’s… that’s fair.” Ryuji had stopped walking and was frowning at the concrete as he scuffed the toe of his shoe at it. “So you been tryin’ to let me down easy or somethin? Don’t worry about it, dude, that wasn’t…” He trailed off and Ren finally turned to face him. The pang that squeezed his heart left him breathless when he saw the look of utter disappointment on Ryuji’s face. Ren was frozen, even as something in the back of his head screamed at him to fix it before Ryuji got the wrong idea. The blond straightened up with a laugh that sounded more like a scoff and ran a hand through his hair. “Man, that explains all the ‘you know you can tell me anything’ conversations she’s been tryin’ to have lately. I was worried she’d caught on about the Phantom Thief stuff, but she just… God, do I even wanna know what you told her?”
Ren practically jumped at the opening. “I told her if I’d known it was that kind of ‘hey come meet my mom’ that I would have brought better coffee.” He tried to look his best friend in the eye as he confessed, but just… couldn’t. Better to focus on getting the words out however he could. “I haven’t been trying to figure out how to let you down easy, kind of the opposite, actually.” He did his best to ignore the quiet intake of breath that got, or the way Ryuji tensed in his peripheral vision. “I’ve been working up the courage to ask and bracing myself for when you shot me down. I… I really like you.”
“...forreal?” Ryuji’s voice was soft with disbelief.
“Yeah.” Ren’s voice cracked, nerves finally getting the better of him. But he could at least answer, even if he still couldn’t look the other boy in the eye.
“You… You like me? Like, like-like me?”
“Yes. Have for a while, now. I might... “ Ren cleared his throat and tried again. “I might be a little past just like at this point, honestly.”
A breathless, disbelieving chuckle followed by, “Seriously?”
“Mhm.” A stiff nod.
“Why?” Ryuji’s tone had escalated from disbelief to full-on incredulity, sapping away all of Ren’s nerves in favor of sheer indignance when he whipped around to his best friend.
“How could I not?!” Ren nearly shouted, just self-aware enough to be glad they were alone. “You’re brave, so goddamn brave and so goddamn kind, protecting people--total strangers, sometimes--and expecting nothing back! You’re ridiculously good-looking and have an amazing smile and the best laugh I’ve ever heard, not to mention you’re just so damn compassionate? Quick to help people and even quicker to apologize when you mess up, even with just the little mistakes, and you always mean it and try to do better. And I’ve never in my life met someone as loyal as you, never had someone that I could rely on the way I rely on you!” Ren ranted, slightly light-headed from how quickly the words just poured out of him. “For fuck’s sake, you saved my life when I was just some guy off the street! The Phantom Thieves wouldn’t exist at all without you, and I… I would have spent the rest of the year, maybe even the rest of my life hiding if I hadn’t met you--”
“Hey.”
“Huh?” When had Ryuji stepped so close? How had Ren not noticed those warm, calloused hands cupping his jaw and tipping his head back up to look back at a face that wore an achingly-sweet expression of pure admiration, tempered only by the hint of apprehension at the corners of those warm, brown eyes Ren was such a sucker for?
“I’m gonna kiss you now. Izzat okay?”
“Please.” Ren whispered as his heart jumped up into his throat and Ryuji’s flushed face drew closer.
Both boys’ eyes fluttered shut at the first brush of lips, soft and deliberate. The second was just as gentle, just as careful, even as Ryuji’s fingers twitched against Ren’s jaw like it was taking all of his self control not to just dive in. Like he’d been thinking about how to do it right, planning it for a while, and that thought made Ren’s stomach flip. He slid one hand up the nape of Ryuji’s neck and buried his fingers in his hair at the third kiss, and wrapped his free arm around the blond’s waist to pull him closer partway through the fourth. From there, he lost count. It was the seventh or eighth kiss that found him pressed up against a nearby tree, and something like the thirteenth before nerves gave way to excitement and one of them deepened the kiss. He stopped counting entirely after the cautious sweep of Ryuji’s tongue over his lower lip temporarily shorted out his higher brain functions and pulled an embarrassingly needy sound from the back of his throat. Somewhere in the distantly coherent part of his brain, Ren made a mental note to start buying gum or mints because coffee-and-curry breath was… not great for kissing. It still took the two of them several minutes to break apart because kissing Ryuji, finally actually kissing him, was so much better than he’d imagined, even after months of daydreaming.
“So…” Ren sighed against the corner of Ryuji’s mouth, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page, no room for confusion--”
“Oh my god Renren, seriously?!” The words didn’t have any bite, being equal parts incredulity and laughter as Ryuji shoved gently at Ren’s shoulder.
“I just wanna be sure!” Ren laughed right back.
“Are you effin’ serious, how can you not be-- fine.” Ryuji pulled him into a tight hug, peppering his face with kisses as he spoke. “Ren Amamiya,” kiss, “will,” kiss, “you be,” kiss, “my,” kiss, “boyfriend?”
“Yes.” Ren turned his head to catch another kiss that Ryuji had aimed at his temple, sliding his tongue into the blond’s mouth and kissing him hard enough that his best friend was scarlet when he pulled away. “I would love to.”
Then he kissed Ryuji again. And again. And again.
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Eventually, Ren and Ryuji had broken apart long enough to return his glasses and get him on a train back to the cafe. He had been grinning like a dork for the entire ride and practically floated back into Leblanc when he got back, earning a weird look from Morgana on the counter. Sojiro was too busy to notice, nearly done cleaning up with most of the dishes already put away and the next day’s curry prepped and simmering. Ren stepped in, grabbed the washcloth off the side of the sink and started wiping down the counter.
“I can finish cleaning, you go ahead and get home to Futaba.” He insisted.
“Well you’re in a good mood. I take it you impressed the mother-in-law?” Boss teased.
“Yep, I think I did!” Ren chirped from behind the counter, then tried not to laugh. Sojiro did a double take and his face flickered through several expressions at once--sly and teasing, smug triumph, confusion, recognition, and further confusion--as he realized his ribbing hadn’t landed like it had just that afternoon.
Eventually he let out a “hmph” before probably deciding not to ask. “Don’t forget to lock up, and put back everything you borrowed, alright? I’ll see you in the morning.”
Ren waved as the door jangled shut behind him and hummed cheerfully as he worked.
“I take it you two idiots finally figured it out?” Morgana asked and Ren only grinned. At that point his face was starting to hurt from smiling so much. “Blech, glad I missed out.” The cat stretched languidly before hopping down and trotting up the stairs. “Congratulations, though. Taste notwithstanding, I’m happy for you two.”
“So you don’t want the play-by-play?” Ren called after him.
“I will steal your bed and make you sleep in a booth!”
#my writing#kiss ryuji day#persona 5#pegoryu#akiryu#how obvious is it that I never write kissing like. ever.#no beta we die like [December spoilers]#which is to say. ambiguously.#oh my god I actually finished a wip it's a christmas miracle
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Eleena’s WIPs and future fics:
Locked Out-universe fics:
Unbecoming of a Blight
Edric and Emira ask their upset little sister to build a pillow fort to distract her from her friendship-breakup with Willow.
They have a lot of fun, until they don’t.
Based on the event mentioned in tiredandjaded’s fic ‘Everything About You’.
Not started yet, but will definitely be written. Thinking about getting a commission for it, too.
Nerves
Luz is leaving the Isles tomorrow, and as the confession Amity has sworn herself to get over with before her crush leaves draws near, she turns into a nervous wreck. Out of options, she turns to the only person she knows that has experience with asking people out—her older sister Emira.
Oh, she is so going to regret this.
Sweet Disposition-Verse (Skarscha centric fic universe Piece of Cake takes place in):
Up In Smoke
To celebrate moving in together, Boscha and Skara decide spend the rest of their first evening cooking. There’s just a minor issue. Skara can’t cook to save her life.
WIP, will be written for the Skarscha zine I’m involved in.
Recipe for Disaster
Because her daughter got in trouble at school, Boscha is called into the principal’s office. Her past comes back to bite her when the other child’s parent turns out to be no other than the girl she bullied back in school.
Standalone:
Us and the Moon
Lumity first kiss fic I wrote for the @begaydowitchcraftzine that’s going live on June 17th!
Complete.
Comfort Zone
Utterly tired of Boscha’s and Skara’s mean girl nonsense, Amity decides to switch tables in the school lunch room.
Also written for the @begaydowitchcraftzine!
Complete.
Amity’s Day Off
Blight sibs focused sickfic I wrote for the @tohfamilyzine
Complete.
Secret Admirer
After a long day at school, tired student council president Skara Harper finds a bunch of cookies with a secret admirer note addressed to her. Over the next few weeks, the amount of baked goods and cheesy notes found in her locker keeps growing… now whoever could be leaving them?
Skarscha, probably a two-shot at least, currently a WIP, haven’t decided the final length yet.
Where did I go wrong?
Not 100% sure if I’ll finish this, but I really want to make a friendship breakup fic from Willow’s perspective, because I’ve seen a bunch from Amity’s and none from hers. Started, but just barely.
Sleepless Nights
Amity messed up. Really, really badly.
Distracted by her newfound friendships and her crush, she’s totally forgotten about the important upcoming exam!
Panicking about not having done nearly enough studying mere hours before the exam and completely exhausted from lack of sleep, Amity finds comfort in her brother.
Relatively new concept, barely started.
Untitled Skarscha Grom Fic
Skara was sure she’d spend this year’s Grom night alone, surrounded by couples to make her even more upset about her recent breakup… but, well, Boscha can’t exactly leave her best friend to mope like some loser about a stupid boy, can she?
Not written yet, but is pretty planned out!
One Step Too Far
When Skara plays an ill-spirited prank on Willow that causes her to get injured, Gus and Luz decide it’s time to finally get back at their friend’s bully.
There’s also a lot of Willow and Amity bonding in this, but I’m too lazy to figure out how to put that in the summary atm, lol
WIP, about halfway done? Maybe? This is gonna be a long one.
Dead Battery
Since Luz is no longer able to charge her phone due to the portal being destroyed, the battery dies.
It’s fine.
It’s fine.
Luz misses her mom.
WIP, trying to finish this and post it the day before the first episode of the second season airs.
Grom Queen Amity (not the final title)
Amity is too stubborn to let Luz replace her as Grom Queen, and is forced to face all of her worst fears, rather than just her fear of being rejected. When one of her fears manifests as the twins making her look like a fool, it puts their years of “harmless” teasing into a painful new perspective.
This version of Grom will still have plenty lumity, never fear, haha
But you may have seen a pattern in my fics here and that pattern is I really like writing the Blight sibs and their complicated relationship with each other, lol
Haven’t started this one yet, but I’ve been wanting to do this for a while!
Only one of the fics on this list (except the secret admirer one that I forgot to add, oops) that won’t be a oneshot, I’m thinking probably two or three chapters, we’ll see.
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All my current Works In Progress (aside from Locked Out), as well as a couple fics I’ve planned but not started yet!
Yes that is a lot, I’m pretty much physically incapable to not work on seven things at a time at this point…
The Lumity zine fics will have a sneak peek posted soon! I already posted one for the family zine fic!
Also I have a couple more fics for both Locked Out and Sweet Disposition-verse planned, but they’re not included due to spoilers and in order to make this list look slightly less overwhelming for myself 😂😭
What concept(s) are you most interested in?
#the owl house#lumity#toh#luz noceda#amity blight#toh locked out#my works#my writing#Edric blight#emira blight#blight twins#blight siblings#Willow park#skarscha#locked out AU#sweet disposition AU#toh sweet disposition#wips#Boscha x Skara
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Fic Writer Review
Thank you for the tag @herosofmarvelanddc I’ve been wanting to do a little bit of a reflection so this great!
1. How many do you have on Ao3?
19! I have another one shot that may make this an even 20, but it’s currently half written!
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
257,652 which I think is not too bad for just over a year!
3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Three? On Ao3 anyway but all my docs are Agents of Shield or Agent Carter with one MCU crossover with both!
4. What are your top 5 five by kudos?
*spoilers in descriptions but all Daisy/Sousa, mainly fluff*
Never Needed Anything More - 274 kudos - My collection of oneshots for my Daisy/Sousa Coffee Shop AU. Lots of family fluff documenting their relationship, small bits of angst (but slightly less trauma for the characters than in the show)
To Live for the Hope of It All - 264 kudos - My original Coffee Shop AU. 12 chapters of Daisy and Sousa dancing around each other and my first ever fic!
You Belong - 215 kudos - The first of my alternate timeline fics. Set a few years post-finale, Daisy and Daniel have a daughter and life is simple for the first time ever. Then someone from another timeline arrives at Shield and throws them for a loop. Beth Sousa is the daughter of an alternate version of Daniel Sousa and former shield directors Peggy Carter.
Return of the Astro Ambassadors - 157 kudos - After a long space mission, our Astro Ambassadors reunite with their family, fluff and emotions with surprise characters!
I’ll Be Right Here (when you wake up) - 152 kudos - Temporary Amnesia where Sousa gets hurt on a mission and Daisy being a worried wife. While in the hospital thinks he’s in the 1950’s for a hot sec and then he flirts with his own wife because he’s unaware of who she is. *Bonus chapter of Daisy being in the hospital and Daniel being a worried husband* ft cute tag scenes and Mack nicknames
5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Yes! I try and reply to every single one as they make me so happy, even older fics! I love when people point out references I’ve made or ask questions.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
I don’t really write with angsty endings! Everything tends to be very fluff, happy endings over here!
7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?
I’ve got my alternate timeline fics but that is just AoS and Agent Carter. One of my fics has a small mcu crossover as a small attempt to quell my post-endgame issues but is quite simple in reality! Here.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I have received what I would call “constructive criticism” on a OC’s name (each to their own) and one on my portrayal of a certain character (👀👀👀) but I kind of roll my eyes and get over it 😂
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I don’t because I find it hard enough to describe kisses in a non repetitive way let alone anything else 😂
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of! I did briefly think I might in Wattpad but I can’t work that website at all so I gave up trying to look 😂
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I haven’t but that would be so cool
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I haven’t, and I honestly think I would over think that so much and I don’t think my writing is good enough for that!
13. What is your all time favourite ship?
Writing wise! I love writing Daisy and Sousa as I think the fact we only had their relationship build for a few episodes left two of my favourite character open for a lot of interpretation. But also like Peggy and Sousa lives rent free in my mind. None writing its Castle and Beckett, as I have a real soft spot for them as that’s what introduced me to fandom culture!
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
My Peggysous fic 😅 no I will, eventually. I’ve got it 90% planned but then I get distracted and write a fluffy one shot instead 😂 also the fact that the agent Carter fandom is a little quieter means I struggle with motivation sometimes!
15. What are your writing strengths?
Fluff I think? Chuck a few feelings in there as well
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Describing smiles and kisses. I’m so repetitive. I also get ridiculously bogged down in details and dates that don’t matter, such as birthdays of the whole shield gang and working out their actual ages after time travel.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I love doing this, but am also very aware that I don’t speak another language and I don’t want to get it wrong or offend anyone!
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Agents of Shield. Big surprise to everyone 😂
19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve ever written?
I find this so hard! I have a soft spot for my coffee shop AU series Brought Me to You as it’s what I first came up with a week after the finale and have only just finished, but I also love I’ll be Right Here (when you wake up) . One shot wise I really enjoyed writing It’s the Way They Love as it’s just different from what I wrote normally!
I feel like a bunch of people will have already done this but I’ll tag a few people if they want to join in and haven’t already : @redvanillabee @steeleholtingon @stilltryingtowrite no pressure at all!
#agents of shield#daniel sousa#fanfic#daisy johnson#dousy#agent carter#peggy carter#marvel#coffee shop au#peggysous#castle
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WIP Wednesday April 2022
Hello, and welcome to another edition of Work In Progress Wednesday! This is the most up to date list of what’s going to be coming to Tumblr and a few thoughts about what’s already here.
Firstly - I’ll be taking a little bit of time off from posting as the next few weeks are going to be hectic with end of school activities and appointments.
Next:
Appealing for Protection finished posting and some of you are upset. I offer this -
You obviously know I don’t mean it. It ended exactly how it needed to.
Already on Patreon:
- Make Me Believe ch 1-5.
- Steve Rogers one-shot
- Dean Winchester A/B/O soulmate AU
- Vet!Jensen one-shot
These should all be hitting Tumblr during the summer!
Exclusive to Patreon:
- One More Drinking Song - A guy walked into a bar, ordered a drink, saw a girl that caught his eye. And that began a ride that neither of them saw coming.
Commission pricing is in the works at the moment and will be available through ko-fi once they’re set.
Two new books are in the works. Sneaks will be posted to, you guessed it, Patreon.
I’ll be hosting a new challenge in the coming months - a Hot Bitch Summer challenge based on the biggest summer hits of the 90s and 2000s (because I’m a Xennial, that’s why). More information to come.
I’m expanding my horizons further. I’ve drabbled Cordell Walker last week, I’ve got some Steven Grant/Mark Spector pieces in the works as well as a bunch of Chris Evans characters.
Yes, I’m in the C. Evans hoe club now.
I’m trying very hard to resist creating a Sebastian Stan bingo. Like. SO HARD. I have a mini card and there’s some Steve Kemp planned, I have an Omega!Beck square, there’s a Jefferson Hatter AU...
I got a new laptop last week so HURRAH!
Personally - my oldest (now a teenager) is out of the wheelchair and back at school from the accident in December and we’re looking at buying a new car in the coming weeks.
I’ve been really open about my struggles with anxiety and depression and I can unofficially add ADHD to that list now. Yay, neurodivergence. I find out tomorrow if it’s a definite thing or not.
Aside from that, we’re all doing great. I hope you are as well!
See you soon,
-Cole
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