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I’ll Ignite For You. | A KinnPorsche: the Series FanFic.

Hello all. Thank you for the feedback, comments, and kudos.

Just to clarify: I have not read the novels, and I wrote this a week ago, before I watched episode ten. And to be honest, I would prefer not to integrate those events into this story line. So in this fic, Porchay has never been kidnapped and Big is very much alive. (I think I will definitely incorporate these events in a future piece. Just not this one.)

Here is Chapter Two of I’ll Ignite For You.

Plot Summary:

Porchay grabs Kim by his shirt, bunching it up into his fists. Kim staggers back, shocked at the sudden violence. “Are you an idiot? Of course I hate you. I hate you more than anyone I’ve ever known.” Porchay’s voice chokes as he shakes Kim, backing him into the brick wall behind him. “I loved you. I loved you more than life, more than music. Did you know that?”

Kim swallows.

“You had to know, right Kim? The pictures I had on my walls? The song we wrote together, the songs I sang to you. I loved you.”

(Or: Six months after Porchay finds out the truth and vanishes, Kim is still trying to pick up the pieces of his life. Until he sees a familiar face in the crowd.)

Read the story on Ao3!

If you’re sick of the KimChay angst, feel free to read this other fic I wrote about Kim coping with Big’s death. It won’t help, but it’s there.

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

"I'm Sorry"

Gotta bless Tumblr with this one 🙏

the twins and their jelly genes 💕💢 ((from the newest chap of my fic! ao3/wattpad))

I'd like to ask for a family photo of Angel with their found family. Kissy and Poppy included if you please.

a photo found on the bedside table of an upstairs bedroom of a long abandoned house in the woods. the owner was a recluse who supposedly died on the property.

it's strange... what are those things? like old toys that were popular a long time ago, but; they look too... alive to just be toys.

the brainrot won

more damianya~

i am being soooo normal about them

Bye bye Phos!! 😅 😛

At least he died happy

He's in a better place now

You know what I wanna see in Azriel’s book? A major emotional breakdown in which he openly cries his heart out. This man is stoic and angry and so closed off, even among friends. I’m begging him to show us even a sliver of vulnerability. Azriel, my guy, you can cry if you need to.

can you even call it a warm up if I'm going to bed without drawing anything big

and a sketch I made while sitting in the park today

“Regulus would be proud of us,” James whispered quietly to no one in particular, still gripping onto the painting like a life raft. 

— Tender Curiosities, Baby!  @otrtbs

darkner Xiao, lightner lumine 👹✨