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tgrobintpa · 2 years

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Morning thanks to all you Ladies, sissies, and fellow submissives

I am reaching out to you all on a number of things, so please bear with me,

First of all, I am a fully bisexual sissy, entering transition since does take a huge decision to do so, to go further into total feminization including your finances. When one accepts that and grows from there it can be blissful, and no longer have to hide what one really is and it no longer being just sexual. To be a girl 24/7 takes a lot, especially if you have no guide, so when you find one the changes can be a bliss filled rush.

And I am ready, even if I live, strive, and survive living in South Florida. And I am NOT looking to relocate but live in my long term home here.

Number two is about business.

Please do not hit me up if you are a Lifestyle Pro Domme for adding me to your slave stable. It may be what we both want but I am searching LOCALLY ONLY for the right, long term, lifestyle Femme Top again in my life. We can talk business BUT its more than a Mistress/slave relationship here since I am also a lifetime entrepenoure here and have tried many things since I am a content provider, all with a successful track record. I just do it right ya know? Everyone can make a return on my projects.

See I have a lifestyle Podcast, to be produced and shot here in South Florida. The Podcast Just Us Girls is geared to the 40ish and under crowd mainly. It will cover live insights about business, finance, education, love and lifestyle, including LGBT and we kinksters in a half hour format to be shown on Rumble.com and a heavily redacte version on Facebook. Have to bleep out the dirty works lol

Right now, I can accept small donations on paypal.com. If you have the ability we can talk the investment side, since I am working daily to raise the 20 K in basic cost for 10 episodes as a pilot as we build and grow,

My paypal address os [email protected], so any amount you can chip in with a loving Thank You is appreciated,

But if you are a possible investor with a pre agreed to return amount, we have papers to follow here. Nothing I can do but it is IRS rules and investments can be tax deductible the first yea, as we work on the profits made here. Everything will be clean and legal across the board including reporting funds in and out if you decide tuy a piece, nothing is under the table, and by law cannot be. Done right, with you watching we can all make serious bank $$ and laugh all the way to the bank.

So, if that interests you please contact sissy robin at [email protected].

Just Us Girls has HUGE potential, with a world wide reach but yet done locally to me. With the 2 right women as hosts, even a Pro Domme willing to work on a Saturday with a 2 hour meet up weekdays to do the subject(s) of the week, and we all promote like hell the show that 1 day could mean a large regular payday in the thousands, split 3 ways. You 2 as hosts and the production company and my costs. I get paid last as usual, but that way everyone stays happy.

And your faces will be out to millions collecting that green cheese!

And best part time work ever too!

My cost is 2 thousand a show before I make a dime. But you can and will, that I can say. As well as any mainstream business you are involved in. And I will advise on that nasty required IRS reporting if you would like to go large and be a full partner here.

So Ladies, no matter who you are, you wont have to be hustling a donation, a fee, a registration . You will have followers and potential slaves who will honor and obey you in the online world. Or IRL, in real life if they are local too you.

I am crossing over a thousand followers myself and it is growing also. A local, Lifestyle Lady will come. As I take the steps in Full Feminization and Transition. But my eyes are on Just Us Girls, who we all all can be a part of and profit from in many ways. Thank you and I hope we all talk soon. If your midset is like mine if you know where I am coming from

Sissy Robin

Jus Us Girls coming soon!

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juuls · 4 years

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Pinned: Writing Updates

Hiya folks! ^_^ With this new pinned post feature, I figured it would be a good spot to put updates on how my writing is going (or not). As most of you know, mental and physical illness and recovery keep me from writing either quickly or easily, and I know that bothers or puts off some of you. Believe me, I feel guilty a lot of the time I’m not writing, but I know that nobody wants me to feel like this is a job, that I should enjoy what I do, and I try my best to just relax and let the writing come to me. It has always been a grueling task for me, and my words fight me, but I choose to see this as a labour of love. Thank you, everyone, for your support (and for holding up my fragile, rebuilding, self-confidence/ego :P). Managing chronic pain and illnesses along with fairly rapid-cycling Bipolar II makes things a bit messy, but I keep pushing because writing (and you amazing readers) means so much to me. 💜

UPDATE September 4th: see below “Read More”

Previous update, August 21st: Still only about 2400 words into chapter 28 of Cross, and I deleted Hurricane due to reasons but will be working on it bit by bit to instead post it as a single-chapter fic later on when people aren’t so busy anymore. Means I can focus on Cross though, which is all people want from me anyway. S’all good! Looking forward to moving that story along anyway.

Still have @grlie-girl’s Mansom fic, which is an MTH-adjacent fic. But then that’s it! Then I’ll start back up on Deliverance, my Stuckony kidfic, and keep moving Cross along. :) I’ve also been doing quite a lot of brainstorming for my original fiction series, which will be a combo SciFi-Fantasy series with magic and tech both, along with an eventual triad relationship! I’m really excited for it, even if it takes me decades more to write. xD

Works in Progress:

Hanging From a Cross of Iron: Fem!Tony Stuckony, time travel and soulmate AU. Just posted chapter 27 on July 19th! Yay! I’m about 2400 words into chapter 28 and I’m forging ahead as mental and physical health allows. But I think... maybe before the end of August? Thank you, everyone, for your kindness and patience!

Stony MTH fic for @ishipallthings: Fem!Tony Stony, Pacific Rim AU. Natasha Stark/Steve Rogers (Earth-3490) Get Together fic. @sparkly-angell is awesome and helping me by being a soundboard and beta. 5-15k. Will post it all together at a later date instead of chapter by chapter.

Deliverance: Stuckony kid fic, post-Avengers but in the alternate timeline that occurs after Avengers: Endgame. Have not forgotten about this, but it dropped in priority once I sorta over-committed myself to MTH, whoops. I’ll be back to this, though. :)

Gift fic for @grlie-girl, Mansom: (Marta/Ransom) from Knives Out. Dirty, filthy, femme!Domme Sugar Mama post-canon oneshot. I may need a second account to post this pile of filthy hot lava. ;)

Recently Finished Works:

Thread Work: Stuckony wingfic featuring Tony’s sister Darcy, written for MTH.

Ten Days: PepperStuckony bodyguard AU written for MTH for @tehroserose and @astudyinsolitude-writes.

Bad: a ShockStuckony get-together, meddling matchmaker Darcy fic, written for MTH.

I will try to keep this up to date but sometimes I’ll forget. Check back occasionally to see if I’m any closer to updating! I love all of my readers and commenters, and am so blessed to have you choose to read my work. Thank you so much. So so much. I’m sorry for the wait, but I’m a comeback kid, I promise. Sending love, and be safe and healthy and good to those around you.

Love, <3 Juulna

UPDATE September 4th: I’m going to put up a separate post, probably, but what’s going on is this... I obviously have Bipolar II and have learned to ride the ups and downs pretty well in recent years, even if some things still surprise me on occasion. But what I’ve never been able to properly treat or learn to deal with is anxiety. I’ve always had GAD (general anxiety) but it’s been untreated since I had so much other shitty health to focus on. Prioritization, right? And I needed all my faculties to not end up dead at the hands or by the gun of my ex. Then, after I left, I was making strides in recovering from the severe abuse and trauma at my ex-husband’s hands, sharp tongue, and actions from July 2017 until... well, it’s still an ongoing process, but this whole year, part of 2019 too, has been a lot better on the healing front. The strides I was making helped me focus on things other than my anxiety, but after dealing with those things, the anxiety started crawling insistently in.

Didn’t help that I finally felt up to checking out what was going on in the world more often. And it’s been good for me, it has... in that I’ve become better educated in the awfulness of the world, which has allowed me to call out racists, ‘Truthers’, and other asshole bigots who remind me of my ex. The downside of all that is that I am way over-empathetic and am appalled at the absolute.... *makes incoherent helpless noises*... just, appalled at EVERYTHING. And I am afraid. And worried. And angry. And a slew of other words that I’m sure every one of you get. You’re all intelligent; you know what’s going on in the world.

And sometimes I devolve into apathy, sometimes sleepless nights (I get about 16-20 hours of sleep a WEEK right now, which should be in the 40-60 hour range, frankly), increased pain on top of the fuckton I’m already in, worsening migraines, dizziness, and the intrusive thoughts of my bipolar depression keep telling me there’s an easy way out of this all. That’s when I knew I needed to do something. So sitting down with my loving father and my caring psychotherapist, I put together a list of my symptoms, what I wanted to tackle most, what I was willing to let go, how all of it interacted (cocktail medications, which I’m already on, can be dangerous and deadly), and then put together a proposal for my doctor, who’s been my family practitioner for two decades.

When you hit the point of panic attacks weekly, and not being able to sleep, even with a double dose of your sleep medication... when you don’t want to watch the things that bring you some modicum of joy for fear of aspects reminding you about the real world... when you wish you simply didn’t exist anymore... you need help. I needed help, and I won’t shy away from discussing that in a public setting, for the simple fact that someone who reads this might need to hear that it’s not the end all be all, not the end of the line, not the end of your life. So with the support of my father and my therapist, who I spoke to last night and this morning, respectively, in advance of my doctor’s appoint this afternoon... My doctor listened attentively to me and gave me permission to go on benzodiazepines again. I will be taking one daily, the one that doesn’t have nearly as great a spike of effect, but lasts longer and steadier, and will also be taking the other, spikier one, as the equivalent of a rescue inhaler for the next panic attack.

I’m not trying to hide from what’s going on in the world. But there is a line I need to learn to respect in how much news I look for, how I consume it, and how I let myself run away with myself at any injustice I see. And fuck, there is a lot. I will still be keeping abreast of the news, still educating myself, still engaging in discussions with people I trust to be kind to my mental state as best they can in the situation, and other things. This will simply make it so I don’t devolve into an incoherent mess of a breakdown/panic attack, and most importantly it will keep me from suicide. It’s never been much of a threat for me, but lately...? Let’s just say I am a bit more concerned than usual.

Gotta love brains, eh? Mental illness sucks. But this is one way I can take control. Other ways include the Nutrisystem diet I recently started, going for regular walks with my pupper and dad, reading 42 Sci-Fi/Fantasy books and counting in 2020, breathing exercises, removing harmful elements from my life even if that pains me in the moment... I’m making progress in other areas.

But what does this mean for my writing? Well. Good question. The last few times I took the stronger of these two medications (on a more daily, vs rescue, basis), well, I didn’t write hardly at all. I have hopes for being able to write during this, with the more steady medication, but I also have to feel happy to write, and the state of the world isn’t going to give me much opportunity to feel that for months yet, if not years (go and goddamn vote)... so yeah. But I realized that I don’t put myself first in big ways like this. And this time I need to. If the writing happens, that’s wonderful. If it doesn’t? Well, I’ll settle for less anxiety and not being dead, and I hope that that’s okay with y’all. I know it’s frustrating when a favourite author takes ages to update, and I’ve always been fairly guilty of that... but you all know that I ALWAYS come back. That’s what I do. I love this community, this fandom, my beta, my readers... you make it all worth coming back to.

So please, all I ask is that you be patient with me. I’m experiencing a pretty severe mental health crisis and not holding on too solidly. But I’m thinking of you. Thinking of all of you, and just how much I appreciate you.

With love,

Juulna / Meg

#my writing #stuckony #stucky #stony #female tony stark #hanging from a cross of iron #deliverance #firecracker #marvel trumps hate #updates #status update #masterpost #of a sorts #hurricane #mth 2019

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duncvns · 5 years

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Good Boys Don’t Beg (Sub!Duncan one shot)

this was a little idea @lathraios and I came up with about sub!duncan getting gangbanged by some of his coworkers. this was totally self-indulgent and i know i have some shit to write a second part to but i just really needed to get this out of my head before i lost it forever. summary- after one too many times of fucking over his co-workers, they finally have enough and decide to teach the rich boy a lesson

warnings- lgbtq+, sub!duncan, deepthroating, dubcon, gangbanging, pegging, creampie, spitroasting, femme-domme, oral (male receiving), tiny bit of ass eating lmaoo, degradation, humiliation, hate fucking, verbal humiliation, slapping, namecalling, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, anal sex, anal play

(if this isn’t your thing don’t read it. don’t say i didn’t warn you)

words- 2017

Duncan was used to getting what he desired, and fast.

You could say it didn't make him very famous around the halls of The Shepherd Freedom Foundation which he owned more than half of. He was known for being an all-out brat, tossing a fit when something didn't go his way or firing subordinates just because he was sick of looking at them, and his mother and uncle allowed him to.

The Shepherd-boy was gifted at pissing off rich, high-profile businessmen and women, making him rather unpopular at galas and balls, which he frequented often. However, he did attract sexual attention from both men and women, pulling them in like an invisible magnet.

But, after one incident of Duncan suspending the yearly pay raise due and after he let half of the charity accounts down the toilet because they weren't pulling in the funds necessary, the angry and frustrated men and women of the foundation have had enough. They were tired of the sickening games that Duncan was playing. He knew he had control over their happiness and he abused it, not knowing what trouble he could get into.

It was in Shepherd tradition to invite the foundation over to their multi-million dollar mansions for meetings. Annette thought it took more of a gentler approach instead of cramming twenty men and women into a conference room for over three hours to drone on and on about potential accounts.

It was Duncans first time hosting without his mother or uncle and he was excited, to say the least. He could finally show off his impressive home and lifestyle without openly bragging about it. He made sure to fish out the most expensive suit he owned, an impressive Tom Ford one that he purchased with the money he received by not giving out the yearly bonuses.

He made it obvious to everyone in the office that he did receive his bonus of a hearty two million dollars, and they utterly despised him for it.

All of the guests invited, arrived no later than six in the evening, giving them ample time to speak business over dinner. Duncan was cocky as he invited his colleagues inside of his home, mentioning some of the most expensive art on the walls and just how much the impressive mansion cost him.

It was early in the evening and he managed to stir up anger in the seven men and one woman he invited. Little did he know, everyone was expected him to flaunt, and they had the perfect surprise to knock him down a few pegs.

"You see that diamond vase sitting atop my mantle? Yes, that must have cost me damn near thirteen thousand dollars? It's a rare diamond, only ten of them were made. Impressive, no?" He babbled, a shit-eating smirk rested atop his face. The woman watching him flaunt rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her robust red wine.

"Is that supposed to make me jealous, Shepherd?" One of the businessmen questioned, anger laced in his voice. Duncan chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows together slightly.

"Uh... yes?" He flicked his eyes over his angry guests, slightly confused.

"I've had about enough of your bullshit, Duncan."

"You just can't stop running your mouth? Can you?"

"Flaunting around your million dollar cars and rare diamond vases,"

"Playing with our livelihoods like it's a goddamn game of monopoly."

"Wait, what the fuck is going on?" Duncan questions, swallowing the offensive jabs the angry group threw at him.

"We have big plans for you, baby boy." The woman set her glass of wine on the table before stalking over to him, her heels eliciting a steady clack over the dark wood floors. Duncan scoffed at the female, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And just what are you going to do?"

"Such a pretty boy, shame we have to do this. Right, boys?" She quickly became the ringleader, putting up a suffocating dominant stance that even Duncan couldn't resist.

"'S not a shame at all, the cocky fucker deserves it,"

She chuckled dryly, gaze burning deep into Duncan's blue-green irises. Her tight black pencil skirt was slightly tented, something Duncan hadn't noticed the entire night. "Get on your knees. Now."

He sputtered in disbelief, tearing his gaze from her as he shook his head. "What the hell? No!" She shrugged and motioned one of the men from behind Duncan. He kicked the backs of his knees, sending him toppling to the floor where he groaned out in pain.

"You're making this so hard, baby boy." She squatted, combing some of his hair in between her red-manicured fingers. He was pulled up so he was on his knees, heavy breathing making his chest rise and fall rapidly.

"Is this your form of payback?" He spat, eyes deviant as they glared up at her. "You're gonna have your boys spitroast me while you watch? Playing with your pussy as you hear me whine and beg?"

"Bold of you to assume I won't be fucking you too, baby boy." She palmed the decent sized bulge in her skirt, watching as Duncan's eyes bulged from his skull. "Gender roles are very constricting, don't you think? If I want to fuck you, hard and fast, nothing should be stopping me from that." She strode in circles around him, her bony hands tight around the surprise in her panties.

Duncan couldn't deny the dull ache of his hardening cock in his confining boxer briefs as her dominance radiated throughout the room, and throughout him. "Look at me, don't take your eyes off of mine." She demanded, slowly reaching to the hem of her skirt and lifting up the stretchy material. You could see the hard outline of her strap through her sheer black panties and Duncan wanted so badly to look at it. She didn't allow him, however, as she slowly slid her panties down her legs. She took the dense, hard cock in her hand and stroked it a few times, watching as Duncan struggled to not look down at it.

"Whew! Look at that! The boy is even drooling for a fake cock,"

"Real or fake, you know he's a filthy cockslut."

"Open up, baby boy, I'm gonna stretch out that pretty throat of yours." Duncan obediently parted his lips, finally able to watch as she lowered the strap closer and closer to his lips before pressing in softly. He reached his hands over to her thighs for leverage as the rubber slipped down his throat. He gagged around the black toy, stomach clenching painfully as she slowly fucks his throat.

"So pretty, baby boy." She swooned, lowering his mouth on her cock. "We're going to teach you a nice little lesson." The tips of her nails ghosted over his skin before quickly pulling her strap from his mouth, a line of drool seeping from his lips.

"Destroy this slut, boys." She smirked before taking a seat on one of the love chairs, keeping her hand busy by stroking her spit-slick length. The group of men closed around him, leaking cocks red and hard for Duncan's pretty mouth.

Large hands tossed him around as he choked on cock, eyes screwing closed as the man he remembers from finance fucks his throat roughly. His hands were busy stroking off the other horny men, spreading beads of leaking precum around the head of their cock. He was tossed off and choked down onto another cock, tears springing to his eyes as it hit the back of his throat roughly. A low sob ripped from his abused throat as heavy shafts slapped against his face, back, chest. Anywhere they could reach, they abused.

He was reduced to whimpers as she stepped back into the circle, pushing Duncan off of the current cock he was gagging on with her heel. "That's enough," She murmured. "I want him coherent." Her long brown locks framed her structured face beautifully as she tilted her head to the side.

"Undress him."

Busy hands erupted in the circle, ripping the expensive fabric from his red flushed body as he whined, being tossed around like a useless fish. Once she was satisfied in his lack of clothing she ushered the men's hands away, taking a long look at the needy boy whimpering at her feet. Duncan's cock was red and angry, straining against his chest, begging for release. She smirked, bringing the tip of her stilettos to his sensitive cock and gently pressed on it. He bucked up in surprise, a long hiss escaping his raw throat.

"Please, please!" He begged, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

"Say, please daddy."

"P-please daddy! I need to cum!" He whined, pulling away from the jab of her heel.

"No. We didn't get to fuck you yet." She spoke slowly, removing her shoe from her leaking cock. Duncan hissed at the sudden loss of contact, bucking his hips up for more.

"We're gonna fill that tight little cunt up with so much cock, you'll never be able to walk the same again," She leaned closer to his face, her minty breath hot against his overheated skin. She winked before motioning the men to toss him over the couch. He fell heavily, having to claw the modern material to regain his composure. She stalked over to him, strap hung and heavy between her thighs.

She situated herself behind him, parting his cheeks so she could get a look at his tight hole. She moaned lightly, leaning down to lap at it. He cracked out a moan, crying in pleasure as he bucked back onto her tongue. She steadied his hips with a tight grasp, her nails digging into his skin as she pushed her warm, thick tongue into his ass.

One of the men slid his cock down Duncan's empty throat, fucking him roughly as she continued to eat him out, stretching him just enough for her strap to fit inside of him comfortably. She pulled her mouth from him and wiped her face before lining her cock with his spit-soaked entrance and pushing in. He cried out against the man's cock filling his mouth as she rocked inside of him, the stretch searing and hot.

The cock in his mouth was replaced as she quickly built up a rough, hard pace. Fucking in and out of him. He was a mess, cock purple from the need to cum and skin red and sweaty. She fucked in and out of him a couple more times before sliding her cock out of him and stepping to the side. Another man took her place, sliding his dry cock into Duncan's exposed asshole and plowing into him brutally.

"You like this, huh? Little fucking slut, I'm gonna teach you to not fuck with my money," He growled, chasing his high in the fucked out boys willing ass. Duncan's throat was never empty for more than two seconds before it was filled again with even more cock. The domme was gentle, brushing some of his sweaty hair from his eyes as his mouth was stretched and worked open quickly.

Duncan's weak body shook, convulsing with the strength of his orgasm as he spilled all over the couch. She shook her head in disappointment, placing a series of quick slaps to his face. "Good boys don't cum without permission." He whined as he recovered from the stinging pain.

The man fucking into Duncan from behind finally came with a shout, pulling out of the boy's ass, watching as a mixture of seven different loads slid down his ass and onto the couch. Duncan collapsed onto the couch weakly, hissing at the pain of his sore skin hitting the rough white leather.

He pulled his knees into his chest and let out a small, shivering chuckle. He was in disbelief that he let himself be fucked like that. Spitroasted like the whore he was. All he could think about as everybody redressed, was how he could get payback, and if that meant getting fucked raw in his office by seven of his coworkers, then so be it.

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bates-angela · 6 years

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5, 13, 14, 26, 32, 35, 45, and 50, please! ^^

From this meme :)

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

Most recently, Summer Rain makes me really happy to reread because I wanted it to take readers on an intense emotional journey in not that long of a story. It begins with a gut-wrenching “What If?” alternate happening, and then it brings in the romance of one of my favorite songs (story namesake) that partially inspired this fic. That, and the prompt “Dreams” ended up coming together perfectly. Side note: I’ve been considering getting a line from this song tattooed on my forearm, and I also have a SoulBates tattoo in mind I eventually plan on getting.

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

Unlike when I first started, I believe I write my OTP from a lot less of a position of shock or controversy. After probably the first 2/3-ish of TBTGA, it becomes more of a given that Norma(n) are soulmates and romantically together as they’re meant to be. Any problems with it come from outside sources that need to be extinguished, and they become comfortable enough to get even more erotically adventurous. But I don’t want to spoil it any further ;) For those who haven’t read it, go do it. It’s worth it. It lays out so much context for other fics I’ve spun off it and most likely will again.

14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today?

I don’t know if my taste has changed all that much from the time I first discovered I was a SoulBates until now. Okay, I DO read large amounts of mother/son and aunt/nephew Literotica now LOL I also have a much more developed taste in BDSM scenarios, particularly with Domme Norma and Domme Emma-Christine. I never liked or wanted Norma paired with anyone but Norman, unless you count some occasional sister-on-sister bedroom fun. The two shall-not-be-named canon-show ships forced on the Bates fandom have always made me want to vomit and that’ll never change. Unlikely as it may seem, I have developed some greater empathy for Alex Romero, which stems from what happened to him in my 40-chapter epic. Much more from writing that than from his eventual fate at the end of the canon series. Actually, that seemed almost anti-climactic to me by comparison. He next has a storyline in unfinished Belle Fleur. I don’t know his end game in that story yet. Time will tell after I pick up writing it again.

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

I love to hear my erotic scenes are “hot as hell,” or some equivalent phrase. When that happens, I feel I’ve let other SoulBates shippers know it’s OKAY to love this pairing, that the love between these two is beautiful and meant to be. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying it, and anyone who says the contrary can fuck off.

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

Norma Bates, undoubtedly. Before writing anything, I think about how I can capture the core of her character, no matter what the AU story is and how much I’m working to make it new and different. Her boundless love for Norman, her need to protect him, her need to feel loved and protected herself, and her desire to build a good, happy life for them both: It feels natural and flows with whatever situation I’m writing them both into. Some might think Norma’s OC sister would be this effortless, but it actually takes more effort in the story-telling to set her apart. Of course, that challenge is an enjoyable one.

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

As amazing as it seems to me now, GSA-Dylemma started out unintentional in my first (and so far longest) fic. This would grow into a ship I love as much as SoulBates, and I’ve been told I’m not the only one there, which makes me very happy :-D Reading through especially the first five chapters, it’s fairly apparent I had an Agent Spoole/Alex Romero pairing in mind, from the way those two interact. But when Dylan shows up uninvited and unwelcome by Norma on the doorstep, it’s a game-changer when aunt and nephew meet for the first time. The more it progressed, the better it felt to me. I was learning a lot about the real life experience of genetic sexual attraction at the same time, and it felt so right to pursue this relationship between Dylan and Emma-Christine in the story. From the storm of conflicting emotions in their minds at the beginning to the explosive satisfaction when it turns physical, it doesn’t feel wrong at all. It felt right then, now, and going forward.

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

My genre would be erotica, if I had to pick one. I’ve had beginnings of original stories in my head, and no: not all of them are of consanguinous pairings. Some are centered on age gaps, femme domme BDSM, same-sex, and other lovely subject matter. Of course with any kind of erotica I’ve written, I like to throw in a generous dose of romance as well.

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

It’s had a wonderful impact on my life. I’ve made awesome friends and long-lasting connections through this fandom, all of which I really hope will last for years to come. It’s directly tied to how I was enlightened to the reality of consanguinous love and unfortunately the very ugly prejudices against it. Writing this kind of alternate-universe fanfiction has taught me that if you love your OTP beyond reason, and you want more for them than the canon-show writers have given us: Get off your ass, shut up your whining about it, and write your own version, your own AU with a different life for them. If you have enough drive and passion for it, it can become (in a sense), your own reality for this fictional world - which is the best way I can think of to explain it. Chances are excellent others feel the same way; therefore you can end up putting something out there that’s incredibly valuable to them as fans. So I’d say very close to all of it has been positive. The end results of hours of story-crafting are such amazing feelings that any opposition feels like completely insignificant and fleeting background noise.

I loved answering these! I’d love to get even more in my inbox

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