#But i struggle with reading fic off ao3 because nothing is tagged and i am Extremely picky lol...

[swiftfrompmore]

Will you still love me if I was a roach?

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Summary: After a spell had gone wrong, Rio and Agatha are now trapped on a mission to get their bodies (and dignity) back

AO3

Word count: 3,237

Tags: roaches (sorry if you can’t stand them, nothing graphic tho), just funsies, mentions of disgusting things (nothing crazy or too graphic, I promise)

A/N: LISTEN… Hi guys, the fandom is on fire right now so pls just read this, touch some grass and enjoy your day. Thanks to my gc oomfie on twt for this fic idea lol

Agatha was having a decent morning, which in her life usually meant the house hadn’t exploded and no one had tried to stab her before 9 am. She was sipping her coffee and reading a bunny care book because scratchy has been a menace lately.

But then Rio fucking Vidal came crashing into her kitchen wearing a hoodie covered in dirt and chaos.

“I found a spell!” Rio announced, wild-eyed and holding a grimoire.

“No” Agatha said immediately.

“Yes,I think I can make that damn pest go away from my garden”

Rio recently grew new plants and she was invested in having the best fucking garden in all of Westview. Mrs. Hart's garden- Sharon's garden was going to look so stupid next to Rio's.

“My gardenias are dying, baby! thanks to those motherfuckers I need to make them go away”

Agatha rolled her eyes “My love, just go to the hardware store and buy some pesticide”

But Rio was already muttering Latin or possibly just butchering it. Her hands flared with green energy, and Agatha barely had time to put down her coffee before everything went to hell.

There was a zap, a crackle, and then—

“FUCK!”

Agatha’s body shrank. Her vision blurred. Her limbs twisted in horrifying ways. She let out a scream that came out as a chitter.

A roach.She was a literal, six-legged, crunchy-ass, nightmare bug.

“Oh my god” Rio whispered, eyes wide.

She immediately dropped to her knees on the floor next to Agatha, regretting every decision she had ever made in her life.

“Oh my god. I—oh shit—I didn’t mean to—I was trying to correct my spelling!”

“I’M A FUCKING BUG, YOU DUMBASS” Agatha screeched, but of course it just came out as roach noises.

Rio dropped the grimoire “I can fix this. I can totally fix this”

She could not fix this and two hours later, Agatha was still a roach. Hiding behind a toaster and plotting Rio’s slow death.

“Okay, okay, okay. New plan” Rio muttered, pacing the kitchen “What if I turn myself into a roach and do like… bug-to-bug communication?”

Agatha clacked her mandibles furiously.

“No? Bad idea? Too bad, I’m doing it anyway”

And just like that—another flash of magic, another pop—and now there were two roaches in the kitchen, one very pissed off and one very panicked.

Agatha instantly tackled Rio “YOU FUCKING IDIOT”

“WAIT—YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME??”

“OF COURSE I CAN, WE’RE ROACHES, WE SPEAK IN NIGHTMARE TELEPATHY NOW”

“Oh thank god”

“NO, NOT THANK GOD. TURN US BACK”

“I CAN’T TURN US BACK, AGATHA, I DON’T HAVE THE COUNTERSPELL!”

There was a very long silence, filled with tiny roach screams. In all those years of witchy marriage they went through a lot of crap… literal crap not crap-crap. But this time it was weirder and so fucked up.

The Coven had to help. That was the only plan they had left, so they scurried, like the cursed little bugs they were, out of the house, down the path, through the cracked bricks of Alice’s porch.

She was fixing her motorcycle. Jen was there too, drinking some kind of disgusting looking green juice that she tries hard to convince everyone they are good.

“I hate summer” Jen muttered “Everything’s crawling and sticky and suffocating”

“Same, we should go to Lilia’s pool, I’m melting” Alice said, struggling on the ground trying to change her bike’s oil

When Agatha and Rio made it to their garden, Agatha tried to spell out ‘HELP ME’ in dirt. Rio tried to do a tiny interpretive dance. They did not succeed.

“OH MY GOD” Alice shrieked, getting stupidly fast from the ground when she spotted them.

“What, babe?”

“TWO GIANT FUCKING ROACHES.”

Jen immediately threw her cup and started running all over the place holding a lighter in front of her face “Burn them!”

“NO NO NO NO THOSE SALEM DAYS ARE NOW IN THE PAST FOR A REASON!” Rio screamed, scuttling in circles. Agatha slapped her with a tiny roach leg.

“DON’T PANIC, JUST RUN—”

But then.

Señor Scratchy.

In all his fluffy demoniac existence.

“This fucking diablo” Rio muttered

He came hopping down the steps. His beady eyes glinted. His whiskers twitched. He stared at them contemplating if they would make a good afternoon snack.

Getting closer.

And closer.

Until his cute nose was on the ground, not even a second of mercy.

“Oh no” Agatha breathed “Oh no oh no OH NO—”

With a horrifying SNAP of teeth, Señor Scratchy snatched them both off the ground and swallowed.

Everything went dark and suddenly they were in his stomach.

Magically, somehow, alive. Possibly because he was half-demon. Possibly because fate was a bitch.

“This is your fault” Agatha hissed.

“You could’ve stopped me!”

“I tried! You never listen!”

“Okay but you looked really hot drinking coffee and I got distracted!”

“THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR FLIRTING.”

“I’m literally gonna die with you inside your ugly ass rabbit’s guts.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, he’s not ugly”

“HE FUCKING ATE US AGATHA!”

“Yeah, and this is your fault too. This beef between you two now just became my problem too””

Rio rolled her roach eyes (kinda, spiritually)

They sat there, surrounded by squishy, disgusting meat walls and rabbit digestive acid, sulking in bug silence and then Agatha had an idea.

“What if… we just go deeper.”

“Deeper?”

“Yeah. Into the stomach. Through the colon. Out the a-”

Rio gagged “Oh my god, you want to escape through the bunny’s ass?”

“Do you have a better plan?”

They stared at each other. Then sighed in sync.

It took hours. Agatha nearly drowned in carrot pulp. Rio got stuck between two ribs of a chewed-up plastic toy. They fought, cried, reconnected, kissed a little (still roaches, don’t ask) and finally—finally—got shat out into the garden.

They emerged into the sunlight, covered in god knows what, wings broken, dignity gone.

But alive.

Alive… and still very much roaches.

“This is the dumbest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me” Agatha said, flopping on a rock.

“I love you” Rio said dreamily, twitching her antenna.

“God help me, I love you too. Now go find a spellbook, or I swear to every god that exists, I will kill us both.”

Rio saluted with one spindly leg “On it.”

Now it was two stupid, cursed roaches, trying to get uncursed before someone else tried to eat them.

Or worse, squish them.

So here’s the thing about being a roach: everything is fucking terrifying.

The world is too big, everything smells like death, and one gust of wind will send you tumbling like a leaf in a hurricane. Also? Worms are assholes.

“I just got slapped in the face by a worm,” Rio wheezed, climbing out of a pile of damp mulch.

“You deserved it” Agatha said, brushing spiderweb off her antennae “You thought it was a lizard and tried to ask it for directions.”

“IT LOOKED SMART, OKAY.”

“YOU’RE DUMB”

They were arguing on the edge of the yard when a bird dive-bombed the ground nearby.

Agatha screamed. Rio screamed louder. They bolted under a moldy flowerpot like the little bug bitches they now were.

“We need a new plan” Rio panted.

“Oh? What gave it away, genius? The near-death experience? Or the fact that your leg is twitching like you’ve got demon possession?”

Rio held up one of her six legs “I think this one’s broken.”

“Good. You deserve it”

“Agathaaa” Rio whined.

“Don’t Agathaaa me. Get us out of this hellhole or I will personally find a way to kill us both and make sure we haunt this garden forever”

The only person they could think to trust now was Billy. Frr some weird and unexplained reason.

They just had to make it to his house.

Which was across the street.

Across.

The fucking.

Street.

“You know what this is?” Agatha muttered.

“What?”

“This is karma. For every soul I cursed. Every hex I misfired. Every time I cut in line at Whole Foods”

Rio chuckled “You hexed a cashier once because he forgot your oat milk”

“And I’d do it again”

They waited until the coast was clear, then scurried like hell across the blacktop.

Halfway across, Rio paused to admire a gum wrapper.

Agatha screamed “MOVE YOUR SHIT, THERE’S A TRUCK-”

They barely made it under a parked car in time.

Rio collapsed in a pile of oil-slicked dust “We’re gonna die out here. Alone. Unloved. Crunchy”

Agatha turned to Rio “I am going to kill you in your sleep”

“We don’t sleep anymore. We just twitch until the void takes us”

“Then I’ll do it while you’re twitching”

Meanwhile, up on the porch, Billy was sipping an iced coffee and reading a spellbook. His boyfriend Eddie was playing with a butterfly knife.

“You ever think we’re missing something?” Billy asked suddenly.

Eddie looked up “What, like emotionally?”

“No. Like... magically. Agatha hasn’t screamed at me today. That feels wrong”

Eddie raised a brow “You wanna go check on her?”

Billy stared out across the yard “Yeah. I have a weird feeling. Like she’s nearby, watching. Judging me”

Down below, Agatha watched Billy’s face from the crack in the deck.

“HE’S RIGHT FUCKING THERE” she hissed “CAST SOMETHING, WAVE A WING, JUST—MAKE HIM LOOK.”

Rio tried to light her tiny roach-butt on fire like a flare. Instead, she rolled over and fell into a puddle of beer.

“I HATE THIS” Agatha screamed, waving all her legs.

Billy looked down at the grass. Frowned.

And then—

He saw her.

There was a beat.

Then a pause.

“OH MY GOD, IS THAT A ROACH?!” and a blast of chaotic blue magic.

Agatha and Rio screamed as they were yanked off the ground and levitated into the air, spinning in a whirlwind of glitter and panic.

Billy squinted.

“Wait a second”

Agatha managed to shout “IT’S ME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!”

Billy gasped “Agatha?!”

“YES! OMG HELP US!”

“Okay. Okay okay okay” Billy muttered, holding the two roaches delicately in a glowing telekinetic bubble “Don’t panic”

“Bitch, I have six legs, two antennae and a fucking shell now” Agatha snapped “Panicking is the only thing I’m doing.”

“Why are you still yelling?” Rio chirped from the bubble “We got help now! This is progress!”

“We got Billy. That’s a C-minus solution at best”

“Rude” Billy muttered “I heard that”

Agatha chuckled “Good! Wait a sec, how can you understand what we are saying?”

“Oh, I casted a spell a long time ago to talk with animals and bugs and stuff” he proudly said

Rio made some annoying roach noises “Why would you do that?

He shrugged ”I wanted to ask scratchy something, he’s nice”

“He fucking swallowed us, don’t praise that stinky ball of fur in front of me” Rio threaten

“Can we go back to the important matter here, please?”

“Oh, right!? Billy floated them inside the house and set them gently on the kitchen table like cursed appetizers.

“I need to stabilize the transformation field” he muttered, flipping open a spellbook “Maybe reverse the biological transmutation? Cross-reference with the soul imprint—”

“Just Google ‘how to unfuck a bug spell’, babe” Eddie called from the couch, probably already too familiar with whatever nonsense happened around daily.

“I am the Google of magic” Billy hissed, tossing a cushion at him.

“YOU BETTER UNBUG US BEFORE I EAT YOUR SOUL”

“Okay okay, Jesus, just—hold still—”

Flash!

The bubble pulsed.

Nothing happened.

Agatha still had six legs. Rio was now glowing faintly “I think I’m radioactive”

“WHY ARE YOU MAKING IT WORSE” Agatha screamed.

Billy flipped back a few pages “I just need the right focus item”

“Use my hairbrush” Agatha said.

“Which one?”

“The black one with the runes”

“There's like five black ones with runes!”

“THEN GUESS, YOU COWARD”

Jen walked in with a bottle of kombucha in one hand and a bag of flaming hot Cheetos in the other.

“What the fuck is that” she said, immediately spotting the two roaches.

“DON’T—” Billy started.

Too late.

Jen grabbed a shoe off the floor and slammed it onto the table.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Billy shrieked, flinging the shoe across the kitchen with magic.

“What?! They were on the table! I thought it was a bug infestation!”

“THEY ARE AGATHA AND RIO”

Jen froze. “Like, our Agatha and Rio?”

“YES”

She looked at the table. Back at the Cheetos. Back at the table “Damn. I really did almost squish Agatha Harkness”

“I’M GONNA CURSE YOUR BLOODLINE” Agatha howled from her bug prison.

Alice showed up next, carrying a houseplant and looking like she hadn’t slept since 2012.

“What’s going on?” she asked “Why does it smell like sulfur and shame?”

“Agatha and Rio are bugs” Jen said casually, popping a Cheeto in her mouth.

Alice took one look at the roaches, immediately dropped the plant, and burst into tears.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THEY’RE DEAD?!”

“They’re not dead” Billy said

“THEY’RE BUGS, BILLY. BUGS. THEY CAN’T EVEN DRINK COFFEE ANYMORE”

Rio twitched a leg “I mean, we can still try”

Alice collapsed onto the floor in tears. Billy conjured tissues. Agatha climbed onto a sugar packet and tried to scream “Pull yourself together” but ended up falling inside.

Lilia finally walked in like the goddamn boss she was, heels clicking, scarf immaculate, sunglasses still on despite being indoors.

She took one look at the scene—crying Alice, confused Billy, guilty Jen, and two very pissed-off bugs—and sighed.

“I told you all to stop messing with unstable spell forms” she said coolly, dropping her purse on the counter “And this is why”

“Billy” Agatha said “if you don’t fix this in the next five minutes, I swear to everything that’s unholy, I will crawl up your nose in your sleep”

He stared in horror, covering his face with his hands.

“Did you try the boundary weave reversal?” Lilia asked

“Yes”

“Ancestral rune sync?”

“Also yes”

“Did you offer a sacrifice?”

Billy blinked “Of what?”

“Something worthy. Like a soul. Or a first edition of Witch Weekly. Or like..I don’t know, your dignity”

“I already lost that trying to convince Jen not to squish them”

“Fair”

An hour later, the coven gathered in a circle.

Billy stood at the center, Agatha and Rio hovering in their glowing roach bubble.

Candles. Latin. Smoke. More Latin. Rio kept humming ‘La Cucaracha’ under her breath.

And then…

FLASH!

It worked.

Kinda.

Not really.

Because now Agatha and Rio were human-sized.

Still roaches.

But five-foot-nine roaches.

Naked. Giant. Human-roach hybrids.

“Oh my god” Jen whispered. “They’re roach cryptids”

“I’m gonna vomit” Alice said.

Lilia stared like she was already writing a scientific paper about it “Fascinating.”

“BILLY” Agatha roared, voice now deep and echoing and somehow still sexy.

“IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT”

“FIX IT OR I’LL BURY YOU IN COMPOST”

Agatha grabbed a tablecloth and wrapped it around her roach torso. Rio tried to flex one of her weird bug arms and immediately fell over.

“I think I like this” she said.

Agatha glared “You are NOT staying like this.”

“But mi amor, imagine the Halloween costumes”

“NO”

“So let me get this straight” Billy said, massaging his temples as he stared at the two giant naked roach-people wrapped in tablecloths “You want me to try another spell?”

“No” Rio said.

“Yes” Agatha said.

Agatha looked at her “Yes!”

Rio grinned “But babe-”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You lost one of your legs five minutes ago and tried to reattach it with bubblegum”

“It was working”

“It was not”

Billy sighed “Okay. I have one more spell that might work. But if it backfires, you could turn into, like, centaurs. Or ducks. Or… like… hotdogs”

“Honestly?” Agatha said “That’s fine. As long as I have skin again. I am tired of scratching my thorax on the carpet. I want my boobs back”

Rio raised a claw “Yeah, I want her boobs back too!”

Jen, standing across the room holding a spray bottle like a weapon, muttered, “If they turn into hotdogs, I’m quitting magic”

Billy stood in the middle of the chalk circle, chanting softly. Lilia joined in, her voice low and smooth.The circle glowed.

A warm hum filled the room.

Rio burped loudly.

“Sorry, I’m anxious” she whispered.

“If that ruins the spell” Agatha hissed “I will never forgive you”

And then-

BOOM!

A flash of light and a bunch of glitter that definitely wasn’t part of the spell.

Agatha blinked.

Rio gasped.

They looked at each other.

Human.

Naked.

On the kitchen floor.

Billy screamed and covered his eyes.

“FUCK YES!” Rio whooped, immediately jumping to her feet “I HAVE SKIN AGAIN! I CAN SEE MY TITS, I CAN SEE YOUR TITS!”

Agatha groaned, rolling over “Oh thank god, my spine is back... I missed my spine”

Alice burst into tears again “You’re beautiful! You’re soft and squishy and warm again!!”

Jen tossed them a blanket “Here. Cover your trauma”

Agatha wrapped it around her chest. Rio proudly stayed naked for three more minutes just because she could.

They sat on the porch later that night, both wrapped in mismatched blankets, drinking beer with the kind of thousand-yard stares you only get after almost being eaten by your own rabbit.

“I still feel like I have extra legs” Rio said.

“I think I do have extra legs. Emotionally”

“We should get tattoos” Rio said suddenly,taking Agatha by surprise

Agatha blinked “What”

“Roach tattoos”

“Absolutely not”

“C’mon. Tiny matching roach tattoos. To commemorate the time I accidentally turned you into a bug and then turned myself into a bug and then we got eaten by your stupid rabbit.”

Agatha opened her mouth.

Paused.

“Where would you put it?”

Rio grinned “Behind the ear. Real small. Like a whisper of trauma”

Agatha laughed. For real. That low, rasping, sexy laugh that made Rio’s spine melt.

“Fine” she said “Let’s get bug tattoos”

And just like that they were at the tattoo shop the next day. It smelled like antiseptic and bad decisions, which was perfect.

Billy had booked the appointment, of course, Jen and Alice sat in the corner playing Candy Crush and muttering “Y’all are fucking weird” at their friends very questionable decision.

Lilia refused to come. Said she needed “a break from reality”

Agatha went first.

She sat on the chair, pulled her hair aside, and let the artist ink the tiniest little roach silhouette behind her right ear.

“Make it smug” she said “Like it knows too much”

Rio followed.

Same design. Same place. Except hers had little antennae that curved like hearts because she’s a lover girl, of course.

They posed in the mirror afterward, fresh ink gleaming.

“I feel weirdly proud of this” Rio said.

Agatha sipped her iced coffee “I feel like if I ever see a real roach again, I’ll scream and cry and probably start levitating”

Rio nodded “Same”

“I love you” Agatha mumbled.

Rio smirked “Even if I’m a bug?”

“Especially then. That’s commitment”

Rio grinned “Till death or insect transformation do us part”

Pause, then a very needed kiss.

“Wanna go home and bang it out like humans?” Rio said wiggling her eyebrows

“God, yes”

Agatha took her hand (human hand, thank god) and left running the place.

A new day, a new era. Same dumbasses.

Bug life forever.

[bitbybitwrites]

20 Fanfic Author Questions

Haven't done one of these in a while, so let's give it a go. 😊

Many thanks to the following folks who tagged me 💖💖💖💖: @porcelainmortal , @alasse9 , @theprinceandagcd

Answers under the cut . . .

How many works on AO3?

38

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

281,632

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos

i hate waiting (RWRB/FirstPrince) If I can Make Your Heart My Home (Glee/Klaine) Falling for You (Glee/Klaine) hold me close (RWRB/FirstPrince) smutsgiving 2023: RWRB/FirstPrince

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Glee/Klaine RWRB/FirstPrince

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to . . but to be honest Ive gotten a bit overwhelmed with my inbox right now, so Ive stopped at the moment. I do read every one and love that people take the time out to write anything at all. One day I'll finally catch up and answer everything. *sigh*

6. Angstiest Ending?

Most of my stuff usually ends up happy at the end . . . with a lot of angst in the middle. So not sure if you'd qualify this as angsty but its certainly not a happy ending. . . Come Into My Parlor (Glee/klaine)

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

Like mentioned before i think most of my fics have happy endings . . .so I'll pick this one - because it is a pretty wholesome feel-good ending: Falling for You (Glee/Klaine)

8. Do you get hate?

No. I've gotten some very passionate comments, mostly about what characters are doing in certain stories, but nothing that I'd take as a personal attack against me or my writing in general.

9. Do you write smut?

I do but its a constant struggle because it doesn’t come easy for me. Most of the time it slows me down writing because i agonize over those parts so much!

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have done a few and would do it again. . but mostly I do stick to original AUs when I write. Dancing In The Moonlight - Glee/Klaine and The Adams Family Advanced Potions - Hogwarts!AU - Glee/Klaine and Harry Potter study date - klaine hogwarts!au - Glee/Klaine and Harry Potter

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. But if anyone hears anything, let me know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No.

14. All time favourite ship?

I love Klaine and FirstPrince equally. Those boys make me so happy.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I intend to finish everything . . .eventually - the problem with me is WHEN I'll get to do that! An ongoing list of my WIP can be found here.

16. Writing strengths?

Dialogue, I guess . . humor . . angst? . . Maybe I should ask any readers about this. What do you all think I do well?😂

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Smut . . . its so challenging. And just finding time to write in general.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? 

I don't mind it. . . As a reader, I like the extra depth it brings to a charater. As long as there's a translation for me to read. I enjoy it. As a writer, it can be a bit nerve wracking because I think and write in English and then try to translate it over, which sometimes doesn't always work. I am lucky bc one of my betas speaks Spanish so I often bounce ideas off of her when I need that for characters. But for a recent ongoing WIP, I decided (because I'm insane) to include A LOT of French in my dialogue. I had used an online translator, but thankfully one of my readers jumped in to offer to help with corrections and any French translations going forward!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially - like posted stuff, would be Glee/Klaine . Though I've been making up fandom AUs/ bits of stories in my head for years before I knew what fanfiction was! i just never shared it with anyone! 😂

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I love all of my fics! It's hard to say which is my all time favorite . . but I will say that ( though it's almost finished - 1 more chapter left) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Glee/Klaine) will always hold a special place in my heart . . its been a true joy writing it and seeing how others have reacted to it. It's also my longest piece to date - a little over the length of a novel (127,206 words) - and has taken me a LONG time to write . . ( its been a year and 10 months) The whole writing process for this has been very challenging and very fulfilling to do. I have very much fallen in love with the AU and will be happy to revisit it after the fic is complete.

Well this was fun . . I'm going to tag some lovely writers to take part (no pressure - only if you want to!) and leave a big OPEN TAG for anyone who sees this and wants to jump in . .

 @iboatedhere , @forabeatofadrum,  , @firstprincehornyramblings , 

@sophie1973 , @onthewaytosomewhere  @heartsmadeofbooks

 @getmehighonmagic, @caterpills, @blueeyedgrlwrites, , @annepi-blog,

@myheartalivewrites , @14carrotghoul, @kirakiwiwrites, @emeryhall

@wowbright @coffeegleek, @cha-melodius

@gleefulpoppet , @special-bc-ur-part-of-it   @daisyishedwig @sarkyblueeyes , @hkvoyage

@tinyarmedtrex, @1908jmd , @sparklepocalypse @spaceorphan18, @firstprincehornyramblings

@kirakiwiwrites , @cha-melodius @yadivagirl, @lady-divine-writes, @cryscendo 

@rockitmans, @madas-ahatters-world , @little-escapist  @thesleepyskipper  @caterpills

@nocoastposts, , @thinkof-england , @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion, @blurglesmurfklaine 

[rmd-writes]

2024 Fic Writing Round Up

I've been tagged by @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @firenati0n @stereopticons @hippolotamus @porcelainmortal @heartstringsduet @whatsintheboxmh @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand in a couple of versions end of year reviews recently (loved seeing the art ones!!) so I'm going to combine a couple of them because I only have one round up post in me.

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Words and Fics

Words published to ao3: my ao3 stats say the total is 148,658 but that's a lie when you account for the three collabs/co-written fics I've posted this year. I'd estimate that my actual word count is somewhere closer to 70,000-75,000 excluding drabbles.

Fandoms: Red, White & Royal Blue and 911 Lone Star

Most recent drop: Home for the Holidays

Longest fic: Call Me (By My Name) at 65.5k but I didn't write all of those words

Top 3 Fics by Kudos

never the same twice || RWRB || E || 34k || a collaboration with @three-drink-amy @athousandrooms @welcometololaland @indomitable-love @everwitch-magiks (and also bleedingballroomfloor, chasingshadow and ifigo who aren't on tumblr).

Call Me (By My Name) || 911 LS || E || 65.5k || co-written with @welcometololaland

he wrote mine on my upper thigh || RWRB || E || 6.2k

Upcoming Projects for 2025

Lola and I have something that we want to get going in 2025, but the reality is that I've struggled with writing this year and I've got a lot going on in the first part 2025 that will require my creativity so other than my project with Lola, I'm really not sure what I'll be writing. There are a couple of things I'd like to write, but we'll see.

As for the fics I've posted in 2024:

In 2023, I posted 15 fics which weren't just updates to my drabble collections. I'm pretty sure this was a reduction in what I'd posted in 2021/2022. This year, I've continued that downward trend and posted 7 fics, 4 ficlets (less than 1k words), and a smattering of drabbles (ie. strictly 100 words) here on tumblr, some of which have been cross-posted to ao3.

January

lol hello forgetting how to make words

February

if you scroll down, you can see the drabbles I posted in response to some prompts I requested here

March

never the same twice || RWRB || E || 34k || a collaboration with @three-drink-amy @athousandrooms @welcometololaland @indomitable-love @everwitch-magiks (and also bleedingballroomfloor, chasingshadow and ifigo who aren't on tumblr).

The thing about sex with Henry is, it’s never the same twice. Sometimes he moves easily, caught up in the rush, and other times he’s tense and taut and wants Alex to work him loose and take him apart. Sometimes nothing gets him off faster than being talked back to, but other times they both want him to use every inch of authority in his blood, not to let Alex get there until he’s told, until he begs. It’s unpredictable and it’s intoxicating and it’s fun, because Alex has never met a challenge he didn’t love, and he— well, Henry is a challenge, head to toe, beginning to end.

Or: series of snapshots of Alex and Henry’s versatile sex life throughout the years – because the more life changes, the more some things stay the same. A Firstprince birthday celebration collaboration.

Each chapter can be read as a stand alone chapter and I wrote chapter 3.

April-May

[crickets]

June

who am i if i can't carry it all || RWRB || T || 9.4k

Alex lives his life like he has a fire under his ass for no good reason and always has. Except June knows that there is a reason, there always has been. In some ways, June has spent her whole life trying to protect Alex from himself, watching him shove himself down behind impressive wit, gregarious personality and a charming smile in his effort to set the world aflame, despite the fact that he could have done so almost effortlessly, simply by being himself. Or, five times June looks after Alex and one time she realises she doesn’t need to.

Call Me (By My Name) || 911 LS || E || 65.5k || co-written with @welcometololaland

The last thing Carlos Reyes ever expected was to find himself calling a phone sex line. But Austin feels like a small town when it comes to finding a one night stand and desperate times call for desperate measures. The last thing TK Strand ever expected was for someone to mistake his phone number for a phone sex line. But he’s lonely, horny and the guy sounds hot, so he gives into temptation and tries his best to sound professional. OR The accidental phone sex AU.

July

More drabbles

August

he wrote mine on my upper thigh || RWRB || E || 6.2k

Thick thighs save lives. An Olympic rugby AU that features just the barest seasoning of the Olympics and rugby, a sprinkling of sports-flavour, if you will.

September

[crickets]

October

A Christmas Mix Up || 911 LS || T || 952

A seasonally inappropriate Christmas ficlet for the prompt: “And you’re sure this is… for me?”

easy like (any) morning || RWRB || M || 836

For the prompt: Alex eyes the toast Henry handed him a minute ago with horror. "And you eat this voluntarily? For breakfast? Baby, why?"

kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright || 911 LS || T || 520

A prompt fill for the dialogue prompt: “Uh, crap. Let’s hope nobody sees that.” Or, TK just really loves kissing his husband.

floating around in ecstasy || RWRB || M || 762

A prompt fill for the dialogue prompt: “did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Or, the brief return of my lawyer au

green is the colour of the grass || 911 LS || M || 1.5k

A prompt fill for the prompt: Two strangers trapped in an elevator together or "Are you wearing my clothes?"

November

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) || 911 LS || E || 16.9k || co-written with @welcometololaland

Sometimes, settling the score is as simple as falling asleep. OR Five times TK pretended to fall asleep during sexy time, and one time he actually did.

December

Home for the Holidays || RWRB || M || 9.3k

When Alex discovers that Henry's Christmas plans involve staying in their apartment alone, he does what any good roommate would do and drags Henry along to his family Christmas at the lake house. It's a win-win situation, since everything is better for Alex when Henry is around. Henry is his person. Completely fucking platonically, of course.

It's very late in the year now, and I feel like everyone’s already done this, so consider this an open tag if anyone wants to share their own round up and hasn't done so yet x

[randomsy1uslvr]

MDNI 🔞 18+ ONLY

So, I'm finally finished with the fic, also I finally created my AO3 acc and will leave a link to this fic if you like to read it there ;)

AO3

I hope you all enjoy my creation ^^

P.S. gosh, i'm so bad at making pretty posts i'm so sorry y'all ><

Alsoooo if some of you want to be mutuals on twtr i'm more than happy to be and because i'm planing on posting some art and some lads shitposting in there. so... feel free hehe ;э -> my lads twtr

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"I have a request for you..."

characters: sylus/female reader

tags: BDSM, use of toys, vibrator, double penetration in one hole, fisting, bondage

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“So… You really want that?” said Sylus with a smirk on his face. His eyes locked on my legs, which rested on him while we both sat on the sofa. I pouted at him, noticing how amused he was by my words.

“Yes, so what?” I crossed my arms, looking away from him. He chuckled and placed his hand on my leg, caressing it.

“Nothing. You know that I am always happy to try new things with you,” he said, pausing to squeeze my thigh gently – just enough to avoid causing any pain. “Especially when it’s such an interesting request of yours.”

I could almost hear a purr coming from his mouth, and it made my cheeks heat up. Sylus chuckled and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him to place a kiss on my lips. And well… how could I resist kissing him back?

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The dim, warm light – almost red-orangish – was just enough to create a relaxing vibe, preparing me for what would come next. I swallowed hard, having second thoughts about the request I had made to him. What if it’s not something I like? What if I’m not ready…? No.  I know he’s good at this. He’s done it many times, right? The thought made me feel a little sad somehow. Thinking that he had done this with someone else made me feel odd – maybe even jealous? I shook off the thoughts as I heard footsteps coming closer.

I breathed sharply, caught between fear and excitement, as a familiar figure appeared before me. Sylus wore a tight, dark grey shirt adorned with black, leathery harnesses framing his muscular chest, paired with black trousers and elegant, shiny black shoes. In his hand, he carried a bag, which he placed on the bed before unzipping it. My eyes couldn’t look away, drawn to the contents inside. Slowly, teasingly, he began removing the items.

I recognized some of them: a whip, red ropes, an eye mask, a wand vibrator and a few dildos, ranging from very small to slightly larger ones. My gaze darted upward when I heard a quiet chuckle. My face flushed a deep red color as I noticed his lips curling into a wide, teasing smirk.

“Choose,” he said. I bit my lower lip, trying to point to one of the items he had laid out beside me. It took me quite a while to decide, so Sylus interrupted my thoughts. “If you’re struggling to choose, I can help you. We can start slowly – what do you say?” His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb gently caressing it. I nodded slightly in approval, and his grin widened. For a moment, I thought I saw a spark in his almost red, glowing eyes.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning closer to my ear. “…I’ll take good care of you, sweetie~”

After hearing those words, he pushed himself off me, resting his thumb on my lips for a moment before dropping his hand to the rope. Sylus untied it, pausing for a few seconds as if contemplating how to use it on me for the best first experience. Then, it was as if something snapped in his mind, making him smile slyly. The man before me faced me fully before leaning in closer. His hands effortlessly stripped me bare, exposing my body to the cold air of his room.

“Now… I need you to lay down for me, sweetie,” he said. I obeyed, and the next second my back met the cold, silk bed sheets. A shiver ran through my entire body. Sylus gently positioned my arms, guiding me to hold them still for him. His hands and fingers worked smoothly, like those of a professional… I was mesmerized by his skill – how he casually wrapped the rope around my wrists, then my arms, and finally, using a second rope, my legs. In the end, I found myself tied up on his bed, my arms and legs bound together as I lay on my back.

My intimate area was completely exposed, leaving me no way to cover myself. It felt so humiliating, yet so… thrilling. It wasn’t the first time I’d been naked in front of him, but this position… was too intimate, too revealing…

“Are you alright, kitten?” Sylus placed his hand on my knee, caressing it softly. “I just want you to know, that we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…”

“I-it’s alright… really. It’s just… I’m shy… and nervous…” my voice shook as I spoke. “I really want it, Sylus. I really do,” I added, trying to smile. The man in front of me chuckled, leaning in to place a light kiss on my leg, making me shiver from his soft touch yet again.

“I’ll do just one more thing before we start…” he placed an eye mask over me, plunging me into darkness. “Yes… just like that.”

I could feel his gentle fingers sliding down my body, leaving no inch untouched as they roamed over every curve with a hunger I could sense. Occasionally, his hands would squeeze, causing me to flinch under his warm touch. Just as I was starting to adjust, the warmth disappeared.

I didn’t have to wait long before I felt a sudden, sharp slap on my outer lips, drawing a loud squeal from me. I was about to protest, but then I felt something unfamiliar against my entrance – its tip slowly, steadily caressing the sensitive spot. My breath hitched as I recognized what it was: the silicone crop I had once used on Sylus.

“Repaying me for what I did to you back then?” I asked, laughing quietly and shakily as  waves of sensation coursed through my body. I heard him chuckle in response.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t joke around like that, sweetie,” he practically purred, lightly slapping my oh-so-sensitive entrance with the silicon crop again, forcing me to shudder at the sudden sensation. It continued for some time before he stopped.

I allowed myself a brief moment to relax, but then I heard a buzzing sound. I knew what was coming, yet he teasingly waited for me to lower my guard. When I finally did, I was caught off guard by a strong vibration directly on my clitoris, making me shriek and flinch from the overwhelming sensation. My body shook as I instinctively tried to move away, but Sylus’ strong hand held me firmly in place. He moved the wand up and down, causing my breath to quicken and sharpen, while my body tensed under the intensity. The vibrations coursed through me, slowly but steadily pushing me towards the edge.

“Ah… Sylus…!” My moans grew louder, warning him of my impending climax – only for him to stop abruptly, leaving me as nothing but a desperate, whimpering mess on his bed.

I called his name several times, my voice trembling so much that at times I couldn’t even pronounce it properly. I was utterly consumed by the desire and sensation, drunk on the pleasure he denied me. It amused him – I can tell by the grin that must have stretched from one ear to the other as he watched how needy I had become.

I moaned his name, my thighs instinctively trying to rub together for relief. He didn’t ask me to beg, but I knew he loved hearing it. My core pulsed as I whined, pleaded and begged him to finish what he had started. He adored it – me, so willing to be good for him, so greedy for his attention.

“You are a greedy one – I like it,” he murmured. “And you know you can be even greedier for me,” he didn’t hesitate, turning the vibrator back on and pressing it down harder against my clit. I instantly shrieked. My inner lips clenched tightly, the climax building once again to its peak. Then, the feeling exploded as I came, crying out his name. The buzzing continued for a few more seconds, before Sylus finally turned the wand off. I gasped sharply, my mouth wide open, my entire body trembling and shaking from overstimulation. I could feel how my hole was leaking, my juices pooling beneath me.

“Should I untie you?” he asked softly, and I nodded quickly. “Alright, hold on.”

His hands worked swiftly, untying my limbs. Relief washed over me as I could finally lower my legs and arms, the numbness easing as circulation returned. I felt him lean over me, his lips pressing softly against mine as he removed the eye mask. Even though the room was dimly lit, I still needed a moment to adjust before I could clearly see Sylus’ face. His eyes gleamed, full of lust and desire.

“It was great…” I said smiling softly between heavy breaths.

A large hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I felt his bulge pressing against me, the heat of his body sending another wave of anticipation through me.

“I’m glad you liked it, kitten…” he breathed sharply, grinding against my entrance. I could hear a low groan rumble from his chest. “But we’re still not done yet~”

His lips pressed aggressively against mine, molding them into a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped inside, brushing and curling around mine, our movements wild and untamed. Our teeth nearly grazed each other in the intensity of the kiss, as if he was ready to devour me. Buth then, suddenly, he pulled away. I groaned in disappointment, only to hear the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his pants. He slid them off along with his underwear, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them aside so they wouldn’t get in the way.

His tip hovered close to my entrance, sliding teasingly up and down but never entering. I could hear him growl again, his heavy breathing loud and uneven. Sylus leaned over me, bringing his face closer. I could feel his hot breath against my skin as his dark red eyes, full of wild desire. Locked onto mine. I winced beneath him, trying to push myself closer to get him inside, but he didn’t let me, continuing his teasing. Just as I was about to plead, he pressed his lips to mine again. At that moment, he pushed himself inside, almost fully, drawing a loud moan from me that melted into our messy kiss.

He didn’t move for a few seconds, letting us both adjust to the new sensation – him so deep inside, and my walls clenching tightly around him. He cursed quietly into the kiss before beginning to move, slow and deliberate, ensuring not to cause any discomfort.

His thrusts grew faster and faster, my insides tightening with each movement, pushing me to the edge. He whispered sweet words into my ear, telling me how good I was for him, how good I felt. Suddenly, he thrust deeper into me, making me gasp and dig my nails into his shirt. He paused briefly before continuing, the room filling with the sounds of clapping skin, loud gasps, moans and deep, low growls – a symphony to his ears. Hearing how much I enjoyed it, how utterly lost I was in pleasure, made him chuckle in amusement.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he commanded, while I writhed beneath him, a trembling mess, wincing and clenching around him. A few more thrusts were enough to push me to the brink.

“Sylus… I’m gonna…” I started, but he pulled out immediately, leaving me in a state of painful arousal. I squeezed my tights together, disappointment washing over me – a sense of betrayal in his actions. I groaned in frustration, unable to understand why he’d stop so abruptly.

Shortly after, I heard the sound of a lube bottle being opened, something he had just taken out of his bag. He poured a generous amount on me, instantly rubbing it in. Two of his fingers slid inside without hesitation, curling and moving back and forth, keeping me on the edge of relief. He added a third finger, stretching me even further. With the help of the lubricant, his fingers slid even more smoothly, so he added a fourth. The slow movements helped ease the pain and discomfort, allowing me to stay relaxed. Once I had adjusted, Sylus slipped his hand further inside, letting half of it rest in my warm embrace. My hands found their way back to him, gripping his shirt tightly as his hand stretched me wide.

“That’s it, kitten. Take it slow,” Sylus’ voice was a low, guttural rasp, his words punctuated by the obscene symphony of my moans and the slick, wet sounds of his hand pumping in and out of my tight, clutching heat. His hand slid out slowly, massaging my entrance before adjusting his position, ready to push himself inside again. This time, the sensation wasn’t as intense as before due to my stretched folds. He shifted slightly, reaching for the smallest dildo on the bed and using his slick hand to coat it with the remaining lube. Once prepared, he positioned the tip of the silicone toy at the entrance, moving slowly as he slid it in. I gagged at the intense stretch, a sharp pain spreading through me. Sylus, on the other hand, groaned in a mix if pleasure and pain as he pushed it deeper.

“It’s gonna hurt only for a little… Hah… I promise…” he muttered, his voice strained. His brows furrowed at the tightness of my walls gripping him. There was barely any space, and I could feel him trembling under the intensity. He let out a deep moan, his gaze becoming hazy from the overwhelming sensation, almost making him collapse.

As we both adjusted to the new, painfully arousing feeling, his movements became faster. Both our bodies shook with unbearable pleasure. I whined as he moved, filling me completely with each thrust.

“Sylus…! It-it’s too much… Hah…!” I screeched, though we both knew neither of us wanted to stop. He pushed further, thrusting as deeply as he could, trying to match the movements of the silicone toy with his rhythm. With each thrust, his pace quickened, causing me to whimper louder, my cries growing more desperate with every clap of our skin.

He reached for the wandagain, turning it on and pressing it against my nub. I screamed, trying to close my thighs, but Sylus’ large arm held me firmly, preventing me from doing so. In mere moments, my orgasm built to a breaking point, exploding through me as I clench tightly around him, squeezing out his own release inside me.

He immediately switched off the vibrator, tossing it aside, followed by the silicone toy, which he pulled out gently. His body collapsed onto mine, his full weight pressing me down into the bed. His warmth enveloped me, him still being inside me. One of his hands slipped under my head, lifting it slightly towards him so he could capture my lips in a lazy, tired kiss.

“You did so well, kitten,” he murmured, stroking my head as he rested on top of me, regaining his energy. My sore body ached and refused to move anymore – despite Sylus’ entire weight pressing down on me.

“Did you have fun?” he asked.

I met his eyes and smiled tiredly “That was… something… Huff… But I enjoyed it,” my arms slid smoothly around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.”

With that, Sylus suddenly stood up, lifting me with him. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my grip around his neck. He chuckled softly, carrying me as he walked us both to his bathroom.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 91

Besties i’m so fucking glad i don’t have that music video looming over my head anymore, like yeah i’m writing this on day 82 so it’s not ACTUALLY off of my chest yet but still. Oh right- the topic.

“So Elegant, So Vulgar” from School Life of Mutual Loving, by MarySutcliff

So this ones special! And the reason its special is also the reason I did it first! It was a bit hard to figure out, but if looking at the date of the collection of stories is correct, and putting it and putting it against other fics of the same nature, this chapter is the FIRST Soft Junkan Fic on AO3. If i’m wrong that’s my bad but I think the time of release for this one (which I can only speculate because I don’t know the best way to check)?

So it only seemed right to make something based off of it, for the culture! Though it wasn’t easy, this fic is a bit more . . . abstract? That’s probably an awful word to describe it as but I’m not good at this. The story switches perspective between several characters, in a way that pleases my brain as we loop between them, starting from Junko and ending at Junko. Now the format and the very internal way this fic was written posed the question of how the hell I was supposed to visualize it. Eventually I just tried to mimic the way the story was formatted, every character layered on top of eachother with Junko and Mikan exclusively in the center.

It’s really hard to describe but you can probably just look at it and see what I mean?

As for the fic itself! 

It’s nice! I very unfortunately don’t have a lot to say beyond paying my respects for it’s place in Junkan History, and it’s extremely pleasing and unique format. Admittedly I do find the dialogue, both internal and external, a bit, jarring? Nothing that truly detracts from the piece, just feels off in a way that isn’t there with some of this author’s other stories. 

I won’t be complaining though! I’m a gal who struggles to really critically chip into the things she takes in, I prefer to just enjoy what I’m given despite it’s flaws. I don’t blindly enjoy everything of course, there are pieces of media i either don’t feel positively on (or anything on), and even some pieces that truly bring out the worst in me. I am a woman who holds deep burning angry and spite inside of her, I just choose to try and not make it anyones problem but my own!~ Simply put while I may air small issues here and there, the coming days of fic adaptations will be more about showing my love for the work that I’ve read dozens of times and have helped somewhat satiate my constant need for Junkan, rather than picking apart everything that may or may not be wrong with them, very sorry if ya’ll were looking for something like that!~ Hopefully my happy go lucky lifestyle will suffice in its stead!

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[little-annie]

Somebody needs to get some shit done 👀 So! Let's do a wip week!

Send me an ask with the corresponding emoji of the wip you want me to work on most, and I'll answer with my newest snippet.

❄️ Watch the Snow With Me...

My ongoing Steddie Exchange gift for @inflomora-art. Having gotten through the tid bit of angst, there's so much more love, fluff, and surprisingly—parental redemption—to come. Read the first 50k here.

🏠 House Call

A wip of mine that has yet to see the light of day (Ao3). After the events of S4. Once Eddie's home and life goes back to normal, Steve is forced by no other than Dustin Henderson to go check on the metalhead after no one's heard from him in a handful of days. The Eddie that he finds is quite literally rotting away in his bed with rancid bandages and matted hair. While combating his building feelings, and dolling out a significant amount of wound care, Steve takes it unpon himself to help Eddie feel human again. And well, if they kiss by the end of the fic, who can blame them?

🤘🏻Steddie Role Reversal AU

Mine and @tinytalkingtina 's baby ❤️ After taking some time off from writing our beloved boys, I am elated to be back in one of our many rrau docs. In this fic, you can expect to see the start of the boys finally getting their shit together, the fluff that follows, and what they decide to do about being a gay couple in the 80s. Surely, there's no angst to come. Especially when they go to Tina's Halloween party and agree to play the part of their previous roles.

Here's a snippet from my current rrau wip

He goes easily, because how can he not? Sagging into the letterman jacket he's always tried to convince himself to hate, and eagerly pushing his fingers into that soft soft hair, Steve can feel himself moaning with relief and mounting pleasure as he pulls his—Hawkins’ track star closer. 

There's nothing gentle about the kiss—just as there wasn't about the last. It's all teeth and tongue, dripping with an inextinguishable sort of desperation. The weight of Eddie's body can be felt firmly pressed against his own while the edge of the picnic table struggles to keep them upright.

As if somehow not near enough, Eddie manages to take his cheek in his free, ice cold hand—leaning in with a ferocity to lick deeper into Steve’s mouth while fisting his t-shirt even tighter.

Steve could live here, slowly being crushed by Eddie's hungry embrace until he becomes one with the black soil beneath his feet.

He'd rot away with the leaves fallen from the trees before he even dared to let Eddie slip through his fingers again.

no pressure tags @tinytalkingtina @devondespresso @vthx @hbyrde36 @stellarspecter @klausinamarink @jaytriesstrangerthings

[blackbloodteeth]

Cross the Delta

Okay so I think it's pretty well documented at this point that I'm not really a smut guy, not really my thing, but I was just so infuriated that my good friend @chickycherrycola had been struggling with posting their works to tumblr due to an issue with it not showing up in any tags, that I decided to write smut purely to spite tumblr back.

Huge thank you to Cherry for both giving me the Cherrytober 2024 prompt "Love Bites", as well as giving this a read-through because I am understandably all over the place haha. I'll probably post this fic to AO3 during the actual prompt date, for now though here's the whole thing under the read more (please go easy on me, both for stepping outside my comfort zone and also not containing that much actual smut lmao).

Rating: Mature Relationship: Soul x Maka Tags: Mild Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nudity, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Bath, Sharing a Beyond, I dunno axolotls or something Summary: Imagine if you will that it was instead Maka who had been found out to have been a witch, having one day awakened her magic and deciding to leave her life behind under the cover of night to escape an imminent trial, especially as the years of her deep partnership with Soul had begun to affect him in strange, unforeseen ways that the eyes of Order may consider too dangerous. Of course, Soul being who he is, would follow her anywhere without hesitation. Now out at the ends of the Earth on their own, there's so much he doesn't know about himself anymore, and even more so about the soul-deep connection they still share. Somehow despite being on the run, they've managed to have more time than ever to figure things out. Words: 2,838 (Full fic below!)

Sand sinks beneath his soles while the warmth of her hand soaks right through his palm. The bare light of the dregs of dawn watches them as Soul almost turns to look behind him, stopping when he meets the bright, shining green eyes of his partner, telling him that it's okay, they don't need to look back. He can envision it in his mind's eye, the city they once called home towering like its own kingdom, now shrunken in the distance they've both walked and still waiting for them to fall completely out of sight.

Maka's fingers deepen their grip between his and she gives him just the most gentle smile in the world, just for him now that it's all they have aside from the few possessions and the cloaking garments on their backs. A faint silhouette of the edges of his teeth poke out from the slight laugh he reflects from the surreal little feeling still following him, maybe them both, before she nods and takes his other hand. He then lets the flow of light consume him as she holds him in her gloves.

The narrow dark-red of Soul's glare squints back at him from the glass, fangs bared before his eyes inevitably drop back down to the marred line of stitches across his chest. Harsh bathroom light crosses through each line over his skin but does nothing against the faint red glow sitting inside all of it. He flicks the light off, seeing both his eyes and the glow of his soul pierce through the dark of the mirror, until it softens again when the switch flips back on.

A huff clenches his hand against the sink into a fist, the other gripped tightly around the little journal that he's barely opened, probably intended to stay that way while he slams the light off, stomps out, and paces in no particular direction through his side of the motel room. Intended until he pauses, stares at his eyelids towards the ceiling, and finally yanks the pen out, rushing back to the bathroom, light practically punched on, before he tears the small book open to a random page and forces everything out of his head all at once.

His shoulders tense through his teeth as the soaked fabric peels away from his skin, the careful hands of his partner stopping when he grips them, eyes unable to escape hers this time. Even from the reverberation of her wavelength, Soul can feel the fear echoing back at him, taunting him, replaying that haze of fangs and flesh he woke up screaming from over and over and over again. Until Maka actually grabs his hand back, grinding his breaths to halt as a different echo ripples through him like a fish circling around him. Breathe. Breathe. I'm here.

Slowly he lets her lift the rest of his shirt away, no longer clinging to his skin in a chill of rust and horror, just tremble in the sweat of a vivid nightmare and the apprehension of the faint red glow still beating beneath his skin. He's still shivering, still meek as a kitten when she lightly reaches for it and the heat of her fingertips traces around the embers sitting just below the surface. Maka sighs softly, much like her palm pressing against it, watching him again even before he hesitantly fits one of his hands over her fingers.

Blankets shuffle in the dark, quieting, and then shift to the side as Maka sits up. Across the room in this hotel, she can see almost clear as day the red glow coming from his heart and his eyes while he's staring directly at her, not even a wink of sleep blinking back. With a sigh, she steadily scoots off of the bed and trails the blanket around her, subdued waves of panic bundling up the tight knot of anxiety in the corner strumming silently for her to stay away, away, away.

Her hand gently leans down to tap the side of Soul's arm, sighing again when the anxious warnings only grow louder, poorly masked by a grunt trying to point her back to the bed. A huff plops Maka down right by his side, huddling up close to the cloak he swaddled himself in and making herself a nuisance that so adamantly insists she will not budge if he doesn't. In the quiet that follows, his wavelength plucks softer this time, ushering them up from the corner of the room with him clinging to her side.

Soul's chest spews out an exhale, fighting with the shower curtain before quickly turning back to Maka, her arms crossed and eyebrow raised until it wavers with a hearty chuckle despite the circumstance. He rolls his eyes, hoping the urgency of their situation tugs hard enough through their connection and screeching to a halt when she walks up close, waving it away with a return thrum of what must be done, or it won't be at all. A rough swallow immediately moves him aside as Maka goes about undoing her top, letting Soul focus on taking off his shirt to stare at the glow beneath his scar while he hears her fully undress, him likewise the same.

The water feels startling cold before it eventually warms up, falling from the showerhead in earnest once the temperature is comfortable enough for her. For him, his face feels a bit too warm. Just make it quick, that was the goal; A shared goal he agreed upon, she allowed, and they're both going through before they're on the run again. Little comforts like this were sometimes few and far between, and between him and her... well he's getting used to it. He thinks.

Soul doesn't say anything when he agrees to let her help clean his back, same with him for Maka's. The way their souls bounce back and forth feels both like a familiarity he can ease into and a distraction.

Maka chews more eagerly as the yolk starts to spill out, making Soul unable to help the smile taking over while it makes cramming his sandwich into his mouth a little tougher. There's a delight, the kind that comes from the small things in life, fluttering in his chest at the way her legs kick over the edge of the library's roof, and he has to admit that part of it's from how good this tastes since the last time he's had eggs. True to form, his hand cups under his chin as it's his yolk's turn to try and escape its tasty fate, much to the I told you so nudge he gets from her elbow.

Admittedly, for as hot as it was already this time of morning, the city below looked beautiful with the way the sun washed over it like a painting. Even better, it's the small things in their life together like the way she smiles and the food dripping from the corners of her cheeks and the shimmer in her eyes as she scoffs at how much he managed to get on his face too. It pulls him away again, though, the edges of the second set of teeth beneath his tongue and the hunger for something else even before his sandwich has run out. And true to form, he looks up to Maka again when her shoulder lightly bumps him, head tilting to meet his eyes and the wavelength he's holding back with loose fingers.

She can hear his arms slide further over his knees but not a peep more. After another deep breath of hesitation, Maka flips past the cover, starts grazing through each page of scrawled handwriting and messy doodles and repeated nightmares on loop, like a record stuck beneath its needle. Dreams and thoughts of axolotls and souls, and fires burning him up, and teeth grinning from the darkness that turn into his, and the suffocating reality as the writing gets harder to decipher as the pages continue on, sketches of sharp fangs starting to take up more space. Something in her heart feels heavy and brittle when all the little drawings she recognizes as herself are all surrounded by the deafening silence he smothered over his suffering.

Quietly, she shuts his journal. Soul hasn't moved in the slightest when she turns back to him. Doesn't even lift a glance for a moment until he hears the sniffle, guilt and something fiercely vulnerable glowing from the embers of his soul. A slow, steady breath in, and a weighted exhale out before he nods, letting Maka sit up to him, holding her arm around him as another stifled sob starts to break out. Bringing him in as close as possible when a shudder chokes out from his head leaning deeper into the crook of her neck.

A sigh as soft as silken sand brings him back to the gentle gaze of her smile, the tilt of her throat outlined by waves of her dull blonde hair, undone and flowing down to her collar, and earnest muscle of her arm, hardworking and strong even on the run. The skin of her palm feels rough beneath his thumbs, the back feeling deceptively soft for how toned it is. His breath remains steady as the scent of her flesh and blood presses ever so lightly up to his lips.

Soul's eyes close, soaking it in, wanting to memorize each note of the pulse beneath as hers, her song and life and soul literally in his hands as her wavelength waits like a gentle shore on a pleasant day in his memories. Very, very slowly, he brings his mouth over the space between her thumb and index finger, letting the sharp, sharp edges of all his teeth sit right against the skin he could easily pierce within seconds. But he doesn't. Her hand rests delicately between his jaws while his eyes steadily reunite with Maka, his partner, his greatest friend, and the absolute faith shining back at him that pricks at the corners of his sockets.

He brushes his tongue where the saliva pooled as he detaches, pausing at the thrum of contentment he either wasn't paying full attention to or had just begun to ripple from the interwoven threads of their connection. Soul then runs said tongue awkwardly over his mouth at how Maka leans to expose more of her neck, knitting her hand through his fingers, pulling them in with tugs of trust. Blowing a long breath through his mouth, almost in a whistle, he lets himself carry that feeling towards himself too, scooting up closer and closer until her breath tickles against the lulls of his smile.

Maka's fingers gently fit into the back of his hair before he reaches his head around to the side of her throat, hesitating, swallowing, then resting his lips against the pulse running through the calm and reassuring breaths of life sitting just beneath. Breath that holds as he loosens his mouth over them, fangs gaping right against the surface until he sucks in a little, a hand of his keeping steady over the other side while the scent, the trust, the strength she always gives him settles along the taste of her skin across his tongue. Dare he say he could actually feel comfortable with himself and the other set of teeth no longer a threat to her, until the way her fingertips swirl through his hair and the coarse sigh purring through her wavelength at the rough of his taste buds starts to stir up a different kind of hunger, one that... he hasn't allowed himself to think about, even before all this......

Hastily he licks away where he'd probably overstayed his welcome, however when Soul pulls away to assess her stare, a... calling? Something more gentle than a tug but more urgent than the usual prodding moves Maka's hand from around his head to slide over the warmth of his cheek, captivating all of his attention by just the simple motion of her thumb resting over the corner of his mouth, wanting to see his smile again. Leaving him in a trance when she sits back a little to slowly lie down, never pulling her gaze away even as she takes his other hand and fits it over her heart.

I'm not afraid of you. So don't be afraid of yourself.

It's just like her, so daring just to remind him that she's his partner no matter what as if he hadn't already literally followed her to the ends of the Earth. To trust himself, though...

The fingers over her heart interlock as Soul admires the way the light of their souls together paints her, maybe like an angel, but definitely like the strong, fearless person he always knows she is even if not a meister by name, even if he's still her weapon all the same; not a beast, not a demon, not any of that crap except for probably the most hopeless fool that just can't keep himself from grinning while he drapes his hair over Maka's forehead, pressing nose to nose.

I'm not afraid. And I don't want to be afraid of the way I feel about you anymore, if that's okay?

Oh he recognized the smell, alright: Meisters and weapons, at arms to hunt another witch, another monster, demon, Kishin. But he sure as hell didn't like it. Hated the way they all pointed their claws and bared their fangs at his partner, snarling at her as if they had the right to speak to her to begin with. Well he didn't have to like it, and he snarled right back – Bared his fangs, sharpened his claws, felt the burning, seething hatred ignite in his chest and stoke that glow into a full-blown beacon, coursing that pure, hot iron through the war drums of his veins just under his skin. And he let it all out.

Maka's heels remain firmly planted into the ground even as a raging burst of magic, like feathers, explodes out from Soul, the force of nature whirling around her until it quickly takes the form of a giant salamander floating above her, talons outstretched and several rows of sharp teeth hissing out at the frightened meisters who soon try to take aim at him. All too fast, the wind hurls him forward like an unyielding storm to blow them all away with just the end of his tail, giving them no time to recover from the distance gained as he flutters his feathery whiskers at Maka and swoops down to let her jump onto his mane, the gales then lifting them up to swiftly carry her away to the sky.

Onwards, under the cover of dusk, where the lingering sunset casts crimson embers throughout the fur of his slithering flight.

Pure exhaustion keeps his body sunken onto the floor of this abandoned train car, the chill starting to seep into his skin as it slowly reshapes back into the form of a person, the heavy lids of his eyes and hoarse, overworked breaths soon met by the frantic heat of fingers, her palms reaching for his chest, his face. He's okay, Maka reassures, and he believes it for as tired as he's turned now. It takes everything he has to try to sit up, and he's given everything in return with the immediate embrace that lifts him up into her arms where his ear rests against the still-racing adrenaline of her heart.

Soul likes the sound. It's okay if it goes a little slower.

A light laugh shakes him a bit, a sense of calm starting to find him again in the hum of something sweet easing up his wavelength and the stroke of fingernails running back and forth through his hair. It empowers him into sitting up on his own, even just a little, just to see her face again while the warmth of her palms holds his head upright, resting against his skin down from the glowing green eyes of an angel watching over him. No... the eyes of Maka, by no other name than the one he would and has followed to the ends of the Earth, even if they never find home.

It's... cliché, he chuckles, but it's true that... she is his home. He hopes that he's her home too. And what, did he think she would say he isn't? That all this time staring at him could possibly stop her from finally caving in and shoving her mouth onto his, which almost fully revitalizes him and invigorates him to bring his hands gripping back through her hair to pull them both further in. Now that's almost as messy as the instantaneous way Maka pushes him down (gently enough) onto the floor while they're already undoing each other's clothes, breathes fully ensconced in each other's throats until Soul quickly switches to breathing down her neck with his teeth, which she eagerly returns the favour for because while love bites, her love bites back harder.

[chunkypossum]

@azrisweek || DAY 6: Changes || 11k words

CW: These first two chapters aren't so bad but consider not picking this one up if you have problems with blood, gore and heavy shit like that.... I am rewatching Hannibal and it is quickly taking this fic in a direction I wasn't sure I was going to go in.... not saying I will, but it might become more of a horror than it was originally intended to be The long list of things Eris had found to be grateful for over the years, not so surprisingly, didn't exactly feature a quiet, unassuming existence. The thrill in what he was demanded pride and exhibition, and gods was he good at playing that game. Well, he had been good at it. Now, as much as he loathed to admit it, there was an odd satisfaction to be found in the simplicity he had agreed to. Unfortunately, as Eris quickly finds out you can't always have the brutes you want... and eat them too.

Azriel doesn't want a lot out of life. His abusive father sold him to the underground as a teen to pay off debt and that's all he has known ever since. Night after night, fight after fight. When he witnessed something he was definitely not supposed to, a part of him was changed forever. Azriel chases dreams he never thought he would have and finds himself facing choices that might force him to change more drastically than he ever thought possible.

F I C

P L A Y L I S T

SPECIAL shoutout to @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee and @born-to-riot for their eyes and thoughts and MAJOR help with this fic. It struggled coming out of me and thanks to them I have such a better vision for it.

READ CHAPTER 1 AND 2 ON AO3

The ceiling was arched in carved gray stone. Archaic scenes lining the walls and ceiling depicted men being torn apart by beasts, babies thrown into fires and women dancing naked in great forests. Some of the women were smiling, and some of them were screaming. It was another round room bookend by hallways. Both the hallways and the round center were lined on all sides with Iron doors. Stamped designs in the metal directly contradicted the harshness of the stone reliefs with innocent-looking animals, fields of flowers, and night skies. Designed to put people at ease, the peaceful art stood out in the otherworldly glow of the greenish light emanating from the wall scones, hiding the horror of the stone from all those but with the sharpest eyes.  Where the party went to die. Once-upon-a-time it had been a favorite of Eris’, mostly because the party wasn’t dying for him, nothing ever did. The Abyss was a depraved seduction all its own. Many doors were shut, but some more remained open, either vacant or because the occupants enjoyed putting on a show.   Taking his time, Eris let his senses open up, relishing in the past for a lingering moment or two. He marked the closed doors where faint screaming could be heard from the other side of the near soundproof material, both in ecstasy and … something else. His hands rested easily in the pockets of his jeans keeping him from reaching out and peeking behind half-open doors to the treats waiting within. 

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20 Fanfic Author Questions

WOAH! I feel so deeply unqualified to do this since I posted my first ever fic only three months ago and have barely written anything. So, thank you so much @caterpills and @anincompletelist for tagging me.

Okay, so here goes:

1. How many works on AO3?

7 short fics and 2 ficlets.

2. Total word count?

30,771

3. Top 2 fics by Kudos

I have written far too little to list 5 fics, so top 2:

A. Nothing says "I love you" like the words that were never said (but could be heard)

B. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

4. What fandom do you write for?

Red, White and Royal Blue

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always. I love writing comments and I really appreciate people taking their time out to comment on fics. Sometimes I take a bit of time to respond but I always respond to all of them. 💖

6. Angstiest ending?

None. As much as I love reading angst, I never read anything without a happy ending. And I write mostly soft things, so endings aren't angsty. Still, I would say my soulmate ficlet.

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

All my fics end very happily. I can't not make the boys suffer. Happiest ending is perhaps Nothing says "I love you" like the words that were never said (but could be heard). But happiest fic overall is For a single smile of yours, I'd give you my earth and sky aka the dad joke fic!

8. Do you get hate?

Fortunately, not yet. Maybe because I haven't written anything too intense or I haven't reached enough people, but so far every response has been so very kind.

9. Do you write smut?

Unfortunately, not yet. Maybe, someday but as of now I am far too shy and asexual to write smut. Plus, writing smut sensually without making it crass requires a skill I don't think I have. But, we'll see.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. But I often think that fictional character X or Y would be such good friends with Alex/Henry (Yes, I am deranged). Maybe, some day.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nooo, I am too shy and nervous and constantly fear I am going to ruin someone else's work 🥲 (I am too shy to ask for a beta, go figure)

14. Favourite ship?

Currently Firstprince has taken over my life.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All my WIPs are WIPs I want to finish but doubt I ever will. But one specifically was a book adaptation AU fic which came to me suddenly and I wrote a bit about and then realised the scale of the fic and scared myself off. I think about it daily and have a semi-proper outline ready and everything 😭

16. Writing strengths?

I don't see any writing strength but I remember a very specific comment which said reading my scenes is like watching a film because all the movements and expressions cann be easily visualised. Idk if it is just this one commenter but it made me very happy.

17. Writing weakness?

So much. But I especially struggle with vivid descriptions and non-dialogue based scenes. Conversations are simpler for me. But most importantly, my procrastination. My journey from brain to doc includes five stages of grief. 😭

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

I really like them.

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Red, White and Royal Blue. Like I said, I had never written a word until a couple of months ago.

20. Favourite fic written?

My first fic will always be so special: We Build A Home (With Pieces of Our Dreams). The one I had the most fun writing was the dad joke fic.

If you did read all this, well wow! Thank you. I might be super late but still tagging some people in case they are yet to do it:

@sophie1973 @miharaikko @onthewaytosomewhere @jmagnabo92 @whispered-story @msmarvelouswinchester @porcelainmortal and whoever else wants to do it

[hphlseungyeonlee]

hiya. this is a masterpost of everything pertaining to me, my hogwarts legacy OC seungyeon lee | 이승연, and her very lesbian adventures.

who am I? yujung | 유정, he/they, 🇰🇵🇰🇷🇺🇸, butch aroace lesbian, handsome bastard, writer, musician, communist, hufflepuff. much obliged. I love jazz, menswear, women—in that order.

I write sapphic fanfic (or sapphfics, as the connoisseurs know), including poppy x MC. you can find it on ao3 under username “fireandfolds”.  which is also the username for my main blog.

if you'd like to read femslash february 2025, dedicated to poppy&mc (platonic) + poppy~mc (queerplatonic) it's on ao3.

templates: character overview, personality profile, detention slip, OWL results

SAPPHICS OF HL DISCORD SERVER: click here to join!

more about my page, my character, etc under the cut

⚒︎ general page things ⚒︎

❖ tagging in ask games is OK. dms and asks are open, but no promises on when I’ll get to them. and anons are off because I trust no one. likes and follows will come from my main blog fireandfolds, I think…? 

❖ I never write nsfw sexual content, but I do swear often and sometimes tackle abuse, trauma, violence, blood & injuries. 

❖ no m/m or f/m content will be on this page whatsoever. ⚢ SAPPHIC AND ESPECIALLY LESBIAN CONTENT ONLY. ⚢ no discussion of Sebastian or Ominus as I don’t give a shit about them. 

❖ I follow/post in these tags: hphl seungyeon lee, poppy sweeting, poppy sweeting x mc, poppy sweeting x seungyeon lee, sapphic hogwarts legacy, lesbian hogwarts legacy, fireandfolds struggles to write: a never ending battle

❖ when referring to Seungyeon, please use her full given name. no nicknames. while I will use nicknames in my writing to show a close relationship between friends, I am setting that boundary outside of fic. 

❖ obligatory FUCK JKR. I donated to a local lgbtq+ organization to match the cost of purchasing this game (yes, she gets royalties with every purchase. this is the only thing I've bought from her.). JKR is a bigot who hates trans and queer people and true inclusivity/diversity and none of what she stands for goes here. join your local union, SRA, public library, or nonprofit! or just… donate/volunteer in JKR’s name, because she would hate that XD.

❖ fanfiction and fanwork is the only way I interact with harry potter IP these days, specifically because JKR cannot control it. we take power back and seize control by making our own shit. I’m doing my part by making harry potter more lesbian. do not construe my passion for HP as support for JKR. I would like to rip her precious world out of her bigot hands and mold it into something new.

❖ why I call the Beasts professor “Professor Bai”: because I headcanon her as Chinese and Bai is a surname, I’m saying her full name is Bai Haoyin 柏皓莺. Chinese naming convention (same as Korean) puts the family name before the given name, and family name = last name. put in a Western way, her name is Haoyin Bai. (idk why I expected HP to do Asian names correctly…)

❖ Gladwin Moon is annoying, and I’m disappointed that he is the only Korean representation in the game. also, he was voiced by a white man??? ngl the voice took me out of the immersion the most. it just didn’t fit his character appearance at all.

❖ admittedly, I’m not active on tumblr. this is more of an archive and reference page for myself. but you can give me a holler in dms or chat with me on discord (user fireandfolds). find me elsewhere on my carrd.

❖ no liberal, statist, libertarian, fascist bullshit here. I am a leftist.

☭ about the idiot ☭

❖ character sheet here (blank template included) , personality sheet here

❖ pictures: HERE, lookbook on google drive HERE

⚔︎ backstory ⚔︎

❖ Seungyeon came from a poor, working-class Korean family, born in the United States. She is fluent in Korean and English (wish that was me). Her parents were accomplished and educated back in Korea, but once coming to America their degrees and experience meant nothing.

❖ She tended the house as the youngest member, while her family worked at a railroad building camp. Her parents and both older brothers died one night in a mine explosion. The same night, she discovered she had magic and Professor Fig found her. She spent the summer with him at his summer house and then the story kicks off.

❖ Being a summer child, she is younger than most peers her age. The bitch doesn’t know it, but she’s got ADHD out the wazoo and is also so asexually lesbian it hurts to watch. Seungyeon is the densest, most oblivious, least observant fool you’ve ever come across. How Poppy fell for this mess is anyone’s guess.

❖ Seungyeon is Masc and Butch. All the way. She wears mens clothes because the fellas need a role model. Given that she’s shorter than the average guy, she learned how to tailor her clothes. Call her handsome, good looking, a bastard, a fucker… just don’t call her pretty or beautiful.

MORE RANDOM HCS/FACTS HERE (WIP)

⚢ relationships ⚢

❖ poppy+seungyeon ship summary (blank template included)

❖ the Shenanigals: seungyeon, poppy, imelda, priscilla, natsai, cressida, samantha. portmanteau of “shenanigans” and “gals”. because they’re always up to some shit.

❖ Seungyeon is closest with Poppy, then Imelda.

❖ I ship Kogawa x Weasley and also Garlick x Ryan in the background because… it just makes sense.

questions? comments? critiques? send me an ask~ 안녕!

[amnevitahwritesstuff]

ACOTAR Writer Tag Game

Hi! I thought I'd make my own tagging game for everyone to play (if you're up for it of course)! There are so many talented writers in this community and I thought it would be fun to find out more about them all.

If you'd like to play, the template for it can be found here.

I look forward to seeing your responses! ❤️

I guess I'll start us all off. 🥰

Introduce yourself. What are your socials? Where can people find you?

My main blog is @sajirah, my AO3 can be found here, and I'm also semi-active on bluesky if you just want to hear me yap.

Who is your favorite character(s) to write for?

Rhys. What can I say? He is Daddy. 😌

What is your favorite ship to write for? What is it about them that draws you in and gets your mind going?

Feysand. Which shouldn't be a surprise looking at my fic masterlists. It's very Feysand heavy. 😂 I just love their dynamic. There's nothing more fun than a feral gremlin of a woman and the overpowered old man that simps for her.

What is your favorite genre to write for?

I think it's a toss up between Horror Romance and RomComs. I am a mess of contradictions.

What is a genre that you’d love to write for but just haven’t gotten around to yet?

Sci-fi? I love science fiction but I don't think I've ever actually written anything for it. It's a little intimidating if I'm being honest. One day.

What is a tried and true trope that always finds its way into your fics?

Hurt/Comfort and Daddy Kink.

What trope do you love reading in other fics but struggle to write yourself?

Pure, sugary sweet, rot your teeth fluff. I love reading it but it's so hard for me to write. Maybe because there's not enough conflict or tension?

Alternatively, what do you love writing but struggle to read?

Tragedy and unhappy endings. Though, admittedly, I do love reading it. It just has to be a very particular kind of tragedy. But writing it? I live for that shit.

What is your greatest writing strength?

I like to think I'm pretty good at creating an atmosphere or a vibe with only a sentence or two. I'm great at keeping things succinct.

What is your greatest writing weakness?

On the flip side, I'm terrible at describing the same thing for several paragraphs or even pages. It's like pulling teeth for me. This is probably why I have such a problem writing long fics.

Any WIP projects sitting in your drafts you want to tell us about?

I have a yet unnamed project in the works which is a sort of spiritual sibling to my fic Take Care of Business for Me. Not a sequel or reimagining per se, but it has a very similar vibe and a lot of the same tropes that I think people will be into.

What is the longest fic you’ve ever written?

From Lands Beyond, a Lord of the Rings fic I put into cold storage. I think it had around 40k words before I finally called it quits.

Which of your fics was the most fun to write?

Come Away O Human Child. I wrote the first 2/3 of it in a chaotic fugue, staying up multiple work days until 2 am just trying to get it out. I felt like I was possessed. It's the first time I ever had a fic that just demanded to be written...wether I liked it or not.

Which fic did you struggle with writing the most?

The Prison's most recent chapters have been kicking my ass for the last year. I hope to finish it someday, but for now I think it'll stay on hiatus until I can figure out how to move the story forward.

Have you ever abandoned a fic? If so, can you tell us which one and why?

From Lands Beyond and What We Do In The Dark. Neither is an ACOTAR fic though. The Prison is probably the closest to this question but I still plan to finish that one and have only put it on hiatus.

What do you consider to be your magnum opus? And if you don’t have one, tell us about the one you want to write one day. :)

I think most people who read my work will probably say Take Care of Business for Me but personally I think it's going to be my Time Traveler's Wife AU fics Let Us Cling Together As The Years Go By and The Nights Grow Long.

Anything or anyone you want to shout out?

@starfall-spirit you are my rock and I'm still reeling over you being my secret santa. You're so sneaky. 😂

@reverie-tales you are the sweetest person in this entire fandom and I hope everyone is telling you how amazing you are all day, every day.

@whatishowedyouinthedark thank you for always being everyone's unhinged cheerleader. We love you.

@zencetera your comments always bring me joy and I love seeing you pop up all over my notifications.

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Tagging: @reverie-tales @starfall-spirit @whatishowedyouinthedark @zencetera @popjunkie42 @climbthemountain2020 @berd-nerd @tunaababee

[rriavian]

20 questions for fic writers!

Tagged by @honeyteacakes <3 Ok so some of these answers will be a little odd because I’m still posting some of my work anonymously. Tagging @aisalynn :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

So with all the anon ones included it's 48

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

465,649

3. What fandoms do you write for?

There are a lot I’m still anon in, but right now it’s mostly the Sandman :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Baiting the Trap is the only one I can reveal but Deliverance is also very high on the list.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! At first I was far too shy but now I always try to respond to everyone. Sometimes I spend weeks thinking of what to say in response, or just feeling so so happy I want to give an intelligent reply. I just really want to set aside the time to go through and properly reply y’know? But then it’s like a month (or more) later and I feel terrible for not letting this person know how much their words mean to me, but I always try and respond eventually.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m not really a fan of ending my fics on angst, there’s a perfectionist part of me that is like ‘that’s not an ending that’s the middle of an arc’. Not that I think all endings need to be happy! I just think that I personally don’t find a resolution in it. Though now I think about it In Silence was pretty open ended, bittersweet but more bitter leaning I think.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably one I’m still anon for, but out of the one’s I’m not I think it’s actually pretty even. I’d say the ending of Deliverance is probably going to be the answer to this question though when I get around to posting it.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no! I’ve been very lucky to not have received hate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am new to smut, but I suppose my kind is the sort that somehow manages to add an improbable amount of plot.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not! While I used to absolutely adore reading them I’ve not written any :)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! Hopefully I never will because it really doesn’t seem pleasant.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! And I don’t think I’ll ever get over it because the first time someone asked it honestly blew my mind.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve co-written outside of fandom, but never co-written a fic within it. I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed—I love collaborating on little scenarios on tumblr, it makes me so happy!—but my writing habits are weird and probably off-putting. The brain writes what it wants, usually out of order, and I’d not want to stress anyone out with how inconsistently I write things.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I’m going to have to be boring and say I don’t have one…but it’s honestly the truth. Corintheus is obviously very very special to me, but it’s a favourite without excluding other favourites. If that makes sense?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

At the moment nothing :) I may be behind on where I wanted to be but as long as I want to write the fic I will finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at characterisation, and how different characters might interact/conflict with each other. It’s usually easy for me to get into the head of who I’m writing. Maybe also unusual descriptions? I do like making them as vivid as possible, as lyrical and poetic as I want, but I also like to come up with something a bit unexpected.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with finishing fics sometimes, especially if they are multichaptered. I think within sandman I struggle with certain in universe details of things I don’t know because I haven’t read the comics. I’m not really reading ahead of the show, but there’s some things I will dig into so I have the detail I need.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I was going to do it I’d probably try and find a native speaker, or do a ton of research. Not against it by any means but I think it depends on the scenario. I just wouldn’t want a reader to come across me butchering their language and just be completely taken out of the fic haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooh. Erm. I’m not sure. Sandman is the first I’ve not been anon for :)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is such an evil question because how can I choose? Baiting the Trap is up there for sure (the whole series is really), but there’s also another fic I’m anon for that I love. Deliverance too. My self-indulgent Cat Dream fic. A slow advancing tide has definitely shot to near the top recently. Honestly it might be more apt to say that when I post a fic my general feeling is usually something like ‘this is my favourite fic I’ve ever written’. Though sometimes it’s for prose too. I’ve written paragraphs/lines and been like wow this is my favourite line ever.

[lycanr0t]

I think it's really silly and unhelpful to make comparisons between fan artists and fan writers such as trying to determine who gets more interaction and who "has it easier" and who is more appreciated.

Neither has it easier. Btw. It's a useless overly generalized comparison to make that does nothing but put one group down and pit the two groups against each other when we should be uplifting each other.

each have their highs and lows in terms of interaction. This is a fact that will remain true for all of time purely because they are different forms of creation that require viewers to engage with it in different ways.

some artists may get more things such as likes and reblogs/retweets on visual heavy platforms like tumblr and twitter. But there seems to be an attitude among some that artists universally get attention with ease and i promise you thats simply not true. for every artist whose work is popular theres hundreds upon thousands of artists who get absolutely nothing. Just like writers.

writers DO have a hard time on platforms like tumblr. It's hard to convince people to read a whole fic on a website that is designed for and caters to quick casual scrolling. It sucks but that is a reality. You have to understand not every space is catered to every form of creation. Visual art is faster to see, like, and move on from. So naturally in an environment build for that interaction it has a better chance at doing well.

But at least in my experience, writers when they get interaction, are much more likely to get MEANINGFUL interaction.

Artwork I posted just a week ago (or less!) gets next to no notes, maybe some likes. In it's whole lifespan it maybe gets a handful of replies or tags that say one-two word compliments. (I am in no way putting this down. A compliment is a compliment!) meanwhile a fanfic that I wrote literally 10 years ago still will get comments on ao3 describing to me how much they adore it, telling me the specific parts they liked, and taking the time to really TELL me they loved it.

My point being that social media sites like tumblr and twitter are designed for shorter, smaller interaction. Visual art you can easily do that with, but it does tend to lead to less in depth interaction which does leave a lot of artists feeling used and unappreciated. written works DO require people to sit down and take the time to read it, which does mean less people will take that time, but (in my personal experience + what i have observed) the interaction that fics DO get is much more likely to be in depth and thought out.

EDIT:: forgot to add that since fics do often struggle to get interaction started, that also can lead to feeling unappreciated! both groups have instances of feeling this way!!

My experiences are obviously not universal. But that's my point exactly. Each artist, each writer, we all have different experiences with what gets more or less love/interaction. There are so many factors that play into this and no group is to blame here. No group has it better or worse its just different. And it's incredibly silly to point fingers and claim "oh artists have it better" or "oh writers have it better" babes we ALL have it rough.

Creative works across the board are unappreciated and across the board people are busting ass trying to be seen. No site is perfect and not everyone will get huge amounts of interaction. Let's not get so hung up on trying to figure out who is better off and instead put that energy into uplifting everyone.

if you see fanart you like then consider leaving a reply/comment/tags/ask/etc telling the artist exactly what you like about it! try and put effort into making it longer than 1-2 words! sit and really absorb the art!

if you read a fic you like consider sharing it with others! consider rbing or sharing it, leaving a nice comment, like/kudos, send the author an ask telling them you like it!

we ALL can use more appreciation, but understand we are all people also. no one owes anyone interaction, and guilting people into it and playing petty "i have it worse" games is not the way to go.

love others work. do it openly and passionately but do it to your ability. And realize in fandoms NONE of us magically have it easier just because we make a certain type of creation. It's not a competition. Fandoms are communities built on shared passion and mutual sharing, not marketplaces fighting to be the loudest most successful business

[phdmama]

20 questions for fic writers!

HUGE thank you to @sugareey-makes-stuff @kingsofeverything @xanthippe74 for tagging me in this one!! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to it!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

208! That's not including the large number of Tumblr drabbles I need to post for archival purposes!

2. What's your total AO3 Word Count?

1,066,342 <- which OMG

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I started in 1D (Larry mostly though I've done a couple of threesomes) and then I shifted to HP - I think I've only written main Drarry? I've dabbled a tiny bit in Stucky and I've written one 911 Buddie fic (but I'm working on another one!)

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

My top one is on that's co-written and has that number of kudos due to the other author, so for the ones that are just mine:

I Like the Way You Move for Me (Drarry)

Feels Like Coming Home (Larry)

Beautiful Madness (Drarry)

Tell Me How You Like It (Drarry - outsider POV)

Is This Love? (Drarry)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really try but I struggle to keep up with them - not because I get so many comments haha, but I do that "get behind spiral out feel terrible" thing way too often!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to write angst-y endings, because I really need a happy ending but I've got a couple of really short painful things! Unsurprisingly, these are all microfic/vignette sorts of things!

The Ghost of You (Drarry, microfic, post-MCD)

Here Without You (Drarry, vignette, post-breakup)

What's Left Behind (Drarry, vignette, MCD) wow I just reread this one and FUCK ME I AM A MONSTER

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Unhhhh most of them honestly! I will say, I do SOMEtimes VERY RARELY put some pain on the journey to HEA so if I had to guess, I'd say that all of me (loves all of you) (Drarry) is probably my most unabashedly sappy no-angst fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face anyway! I'm sure there are people who don't like my writing but I think they ignore me more than anything! One of the perks of being a very small writer, I think!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure do! For kind, I write slash, I guess you'd call it (gay), almost all of it M/M. I have one girl!fic. I don't really write too much kink, I'd say most of what I do is pretty vanilla. Healthy communication is my kink, I guess!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Ummm off the top of my head, no?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I read one fic that was not a plagiarism of my actual work but was literally the exact same plot, the exact same story beats, the exact same setting etc. I am well-aware there's nothing new under the sun but I read it and was like, unhhh. It's one of my greatest fears honestly - accidentally taking someone's fic!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know. I've been approached, but I'm not comfortable with it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yup! Twice! Both in the Larry fandom. One was with one other writer (who's long gone from fandom as far as I know) and one (Wine Not) I wrote with a big group of people who've become some of my absolute closest friends!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't have one specific. The ones I write for, I obviously feel very very strongly about, but the bummer for me is that when I'm writing in a particular pair, I don't read anything in that pairing! I also don't read for the ship, but for the story and the writing, so I read in a LOT of different pairings!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Fuck me, so many.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof, I'm not sure! I'm not a trained writer by any means. I think I do scene setting pretty well?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing, for sure. It's really hard and I can get bogged down in the "and then THIS happened and then THIS happened and then THIS happened" - I'm so linear, so I have to push myself there.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Generally no. I've sprinkled in a few words here and there, but I wouldn't do much of it, and if I had to, I would 1000% find someone to help me with it and not rely on Google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Larry. Still writing there and kinda following along a bit but I'm not active in that fandom anymore other than the writing.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm not sure I have one fav fic - I'd say I'm really proud of my long (for me) fics! Those are hard for me, and there's a couple that are really really personal. But I have to say, Maybe You're the Difference (Drarry) is one I really like and am really proud of. I worked so so hard on it.

I feel like I'm late on this one, so I'll call this a general tag (FOR REAL I HONESTLY MEAN IT) - if you want to do this, DO IT and tag me!! xox

[dreamwatch]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you to @occasionaloverboy for the tag!

So I got tagged in one of these before but had barely written anything, but this time I thought ‘fuck it’, I have some words down now.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Zero! Hoping to fix that soon.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Zero, please see above.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Okay, so as before, no kudos. I do have some drabbles over here and the first one got over 500 likes which still boggles my little mind.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Because holy shit you, a human I do not know, read my stupid little thing and left me a comment and it made me happy.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m not counting prompts because they’re all kind of short, vignetty kind of stuff, and I haven’t finished any of my long fic. Off the top off my head, I would say none have terrible endings planned, though one is definitely pushing it. I also am in super duper early stages of planning a Vietnam AU, and I can’t see that having the happiest ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like I say, so far none ended. I think the one that is likely to have the happiest ending is the Steve and Eddie in the 90s one, as it’s kind of a romance I think?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Well so far it’s just been ficlets and drabbles on tumblr and people have been very sweet. I’m a little scared if the prison fic sees the light of day because it’s got heavy shit going on and critical thinking is sorely lacking these days. So… hopefully not?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So far no. Honestly? I can’t ever even imagine it. And that’s becoming a struggle I’ve recently identified in my WIPs because there’s only so many chaste kisses you can let boys have before someone says ‘bUt wH3n ArE tHeY g0nNa fUCk!?’. In my fics, probably off screen, in the comfort of a bedroom or van and I shall avert my eyes while they do.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. Hate ‘em.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. Why do people do that? Don’t do that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I’m always intrigued by how people write a fic together? If you do that tell me now? I’m curious.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

To quote Miss Erica Sinclair, you really have to ask? Steddie. It will always be Steddie.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pffft… I mean, all of them? But if I had to pick one, there was one I started and it was my first ever, and it was my take on a recovery fic. And there’s still stuff I like about it, things I had planned for it that I haven’t seen in other similar (aftermath/recovery) stories but I’ve got so caught up with other fics that have a more interesting premise.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I mean… good question, who knows? I’m a contrarian, you show me 100 fics that all do X and I’ll write Y just to spite everyone. More deeply that that, I honestly don’t know.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh god so many. I’m ok-ish with dialogue, but shitty with describing what’s going on around it. My pacing isn’t great, I either go into way too much detail or no where near enough. I rarely find the sweet spot. I don’t have the most extensive or imaginative vocabulary, and while I’m not one for overly flowery prose, I would still like the language to be able to communicate imagery and emotion better.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve never done it, I would be worried about it. Nothing more embarrassing than writing an emotional death scene in Icelandic only to be told by a native speaker you ordered three plates of fermented shark.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The A Team, TV not the film. Fuck the film.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Of course none of them are finished, but up until now Like A Stone, aka depressed Eddie gets stuck working in the plant with Wayne and nearly everyone has moved away. It took me by surprise in August and I blasted 30k words in one month, and it’s been left ever since. But I need to pick it up again.

No pressure tags, and also if you’ve already done this sorry!

@cchapsticck @devilyouwere @hbyrde36 @farahsamboolents @thisapplepielife

[nerdalmighty]

I’ve read over your tags multiple times after you reblogged my long fic and I wanted to tell you how lucky I feel to have you as a reader. Those tags alone, as well as your wonderful comments, have brought so much warmth and many smiles to my face. Thank you so so very much. It’s motivated me in ways I cannot explain. ❤️

I'm so so so glad!!!! It's not easy to commit to a huge creative project like a long fic when it's not your full time job, and I admire the hell out of you for how much you've done and how gorgeous it ALWAYS is!!! Writers like you inspire ME to keep writing (even when I'm too shy to post) and I'm having a blast seeing your take on all the characters. I literally went back and reread some chapters the other night because I'm in awe of your ideas and execution (OBSESSED with Astarion biting Tav's soul mark - I'm so used to seeing a soft Astarion, that seeing him struggle with his past in such a violent/hateful/detached way is SO interesting and I love it. Although I do LOVE a soft Astarion and can't wait for him to be even more of a Big Softie for Tav 🥰). I'm especially excited for Astarion's soul mark to be revealed to Tav. I LOVE a soulmate AU!!!! I also have a few ideas about Tav's secret past and can't wait to see how off the mark I probably am lol

I hope you're doing well and that you've still got the creative drive to keep going! I know how tough that can be, but you've got people rooting for you (in an encouraging, not pressuring way)!!!

If you ever need a beta reader or just want to chat about Astarion/anything, I am SO down. Thanks for such a fun fic! I can't wait to see where it goes next :) FOLKS! GO READ LADYDUELLIST'S FIC HERE: Tumblr | Ao3

Summary: When Astarion meets the humble bard, Tav, he soon finds out he's the only one between them that knows they are bound as soulmates through their marks. Deciding it's more trouble than its worth, he refuses to tell her along the course of their journey across Faerûn. But, unbeknownst to him and their companions, Tav is harboring a gruesome secret that she only thought was nothing more than a traumatized period in her life. As they both come to face to face with their pasts and presents, will they choose to move forward or let it consume them? Healing isn’t linear—after all.