#I need to go back to making Glitter Force crossover fanfics

[fierykitten2]

I don't want to accidentally start an internet war or anything but I do want to put the point out there that the Pretty Cure fandom's reaction to the Glitter Force sub-fandom is basically like if I'm like "Hi, my favourite Animal Crossing villager is Megan, I think she's pretty, I love the colour purple and she has a great personality. Not the best personality, but her personality is cute so she's still number one in my heart" and someone responds with "*Candy"

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Five Times Then One

Rewind Crossover Shot with Living In Circular

Living In Circular is an awesome DSMP looping fanfic that recently did a crossover with Rewind :D Yes I gave the author permission to use Rewind in their story and yes it is completely awesome. 

In honor of that awesome chapter, of course I had to write a shot for it involving Red (Aka, Looper Tommy) and Theo :)

It’s kind of a long one folks! 

TW: Language, Self-Loathing, Angst, Etc. Etc. 

it’s mostly hilarious, but the ending is very emotional.

Five Times Theo was Dragged Into Therapy + One Time He Wasn’t

First Time

You know, there was a lot of things that Theo hated now that he and Toby were in the present. His hate for those things varied and changed as time went by, but his latest subject to vehemently hate was himself.

And he wasn’t just being edgy, or anything like that but he really, definitely hated his alternate self.

His newest alternate self.

The damned Looper alternate self, or whatever they were. The ones who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and just interfered with everything.

Which was kind of ironic given Theo and Toby had done just that months ago when they first arrived. But at least they weren’t as fucking chaotic as the new group- and it’d just been him and Toby that came, then Ghostbur who was there because of time-fuckery but at least it was just the three of them!

Now there was a whole group of displaced time traveling (looping) assholes that were really getting on Theo’s nerve. It’s easier to get on his nerves now that his mind was so... quiet. 

But Red? Aka his dickhead alternate looper self? Oh, he was the worst of them all. 

“The fuck do you want now? What? Not enough that you gave me one hell of a black eye and locked me up with Toby to talk about feelings and all that crap? We’ve... done that already. Thank you.” There was little gratitude in his tone, more tired vitriol and annoyance. Theo makes a face at the memories of being locked in a room with Toby the room was too small the room was too small fuck fuck to talk (actually talk this time) about everything because their initial ‘talk’ was interrupted. 

It ended with less bruises than the last but Toby had an insufferable smile on his face now. 

Red had his arms crossed and he gave Theo a look, “Puf-White offered therapy, she’s pretty good at it y’know. Thousands of years of experience and all that.” 

Theo narrowed his eyes, “I’ve heard.” He replied dryly, “But no thanks. I’m good. She’s not gonna force me to take her offer.”

“Oh yeah, she won’t.” The smile on Red’s face was practically malicious and Theo immediately turned around and started running.

“But I will.”

Fuck.

Second Time

“I stand corrected last time, I absolutely fucking despise you.” Theo hissed at the physically teenage boy but mentally ancient mother fucker that had him hogtied and was currently carrying him in a princess-carry. Purposefully trying to humiliate him every step of the way. 

It’s not the carry that he’s hating, he could’ve been fine with that. It’s the fact that he’s covered in pink. Hot glittery pink. He was covered in hot pink glitter that would take ages to wash off. If ever, the little bastard might make him be glitter pink forever. 

Red snickered, “Oh calm your tits man, it’s not gonna stay forever- sure it’ll stain for a while and you’ll find glitter everywhere for a while but not forever... Wilbur and the others forbade me to make it last forever. Shame but this is all your fault y’know, you could’ve just gone to Puffy’s next session on time but nope, you tried to skip out.” He gives him an infuriating smirk, “Can’t have that now can we?”

Theo really hated him. He did. 

Third Time

“H-How exactly is he doing that?” Someone among the group asked, watching Red tug on... nothing but thin air. He was clearly just miming on pulling on something, a rope which was presumably tied around Theo who was struggling against it- but there was no rope. A few people checked, nothing there.

Silver, Looper Tubbo, chuckled, “He’s had an interesting variety of loops- this isn’t his strangest ability in his arsenal. He did say he was getting rusty on his miming tricks.” Red let out a silent cackle as he hauled a very loudly swearing Theo on a horse that didn’t exist and rode off towards White (Looper Puffy)’s Therapy Office.

“I’m frankly quite terrified but ultimately glad it’s not me in his place.” Toby admitted, watching him go- his own session wasn’t set for today, and unlike Theo, he actually went on his own so he was safe. 

Fourth Time

“I hate you, I fucking hate you so damn much.”

Red patted Theo’s cheek, “The feeling’s mutual bub. Feeling’s mutual.”

Fifth Time

“Tommy, I’m not really sure if you should keep forcing him in here.” Puffy admitted to him after the session. Theo had immediately left without another word. “Just because I said I wouldn’t force him to take my offer doesn’t really mean you should.”

Tommy rose a brow at her, “I thought you said you were making progress with him.”

The sheep hybrid sighed, “Minimal progress. He’s actually talked-”

“Then I don’t see the problem-”

“Let me finish Tommy. He HAS started talking, but not much. He asked for water or for maybe one of Niki’s cookies (which not really surprising, my wife’s cookies are amazing) but other than that? Nothing.”

The blond looper scowled, “So what, you want me to stop? To just let the guy continue to be a traumatized bastard? Just leave him be?”

“Not really- look, all I’m saying is that Theo is already... distant, to say the least, with us all. Forcing someone into therapy can both be helpful and not, sure he does need therapy and we’re trying that. I’m trying that, but you constantly forcing him isn’t helping him. And I don’t think your methods to get him here are helping that too.” Puffy pointed out dryly, remembering the angry silence as Theo wrung out his red hoodie, completely soaked from head to toe.

She laid a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “I know that you’re trying to help but you’re also angry with him Tommy. Which isn’t helping him, nor you.” She sighed, and gave him a pleading look. “At least stop humiliating him on the way here? He might get more comfortable around me if he isn’t so preoccupied by whatever you did and stewing in silence because of it.” 

Tommy didn’t look too pleased but begrudgingly nodded his head.

Not This Time

It feels like his head was going to explode.

Overloaded with thoughts that should’ve been held back the static kept him in check his head swirling with every thought being merciless to his focus and keeping distracted to the point of helplessness the static kept him focused his head was empty and yet so full.

Ever since that looping Callahan subdued the static and kept his enchantment from hurting him too much, his head...

Has never been calmer.

Paradoxically, it’s never been more chaotic.

Every thought he’s ever thought, everything he’s kept buried with the static floats into the front of his brain and he has no idea how to deal with it. 

Years worth of guilty thoughts, regrets and more keep appearing in his head. Not only that but everything seems so much louder than before. But muted too. 

It’s a confusing contradiction that has him reeling and he doesn’t know how much more he can take it. Every time he goes out, he feels like he’s being assaulted by just existing even though he’s doing nothing wrong he did everything wrong he fucked up so badly he deserves this punishment just standing there and his head threatens to crack open.

He can usually ignore it, carry on with his day what does he do now he was being useless what is wrong with him but lately it’s been getting harder and harder to ignore it all.

The static isn’t there to keep him grounded, he feels like he’ll end up flying off the ground. It isn’t there to keep him afloat, he’s going to end up sinking into the deep.

He should have said no, when Callahan subdued the static he needed it e-even if Dream said so he NEEDED it it’s so muted in his head and he has no idea what to do with the free space.

Theo has to let go of the static.

But he doesn’t want to.

Even with it muted, the absence and the less intense reaction of the static is throwing him off. 

He feels more tired than ever and on the verge of collapse.

Theo just wants everything to stop.

“You’re late to Puffy’s therapy session.”

“...”

Theo clutched his thighs, pressing them closer to his chest as he curled up even tighter against the tree trunk. He didn’t say anything to the blond god that stood not too far from him. 

He felt ridiculous. Here he was, curled up, hugging his fucking legs like a fucking child- as if it’d do anything to stop the more powerful better version of himself. Hell, he might as well be a child. He probably was compared to Red.

It’s almost funny.

Despite looking like an adult, Theo was a child, still a scared teenage fucking boy exiled from home. While before him stood an ancient old man, looking like a familiar teenage boy that Theo can only see in L’Manberg now. Two of them actually, but only one of them was Tommy Innit, a smiling teenager his own age.

Theo’s too tired to resist much this time.

The air was too much, or maybe it wasn’t enough because his lungs ached in his chest and it hurt to breathe. There was something in his eyes because they were wet and irritated. He was cold, even with his hoodie on, he was cold because he was shaking.

Everything was too loud. The wind, the cows, the rustling plants.

Everything was too quiet. The static, his voice, his own hearing.

He felt like he was going insane.

“...”

“...”

Theo doesn’t dare move from his spot, even as he hears the incoming footsteps. Dread and anticipation pool in his guts- there’s not enough room. He might heave and puke when he gets to Puf- to White’s office. He’ll clean it up maybe. 

Just what will happen now?

...

Nothing.

Theo doesn’t look up to see what’s going on, hearing and feeling someone sit a few spaces beside him on the ground. Red is suspiciously silent and it’s not helping the nausea that’s building in his throat. 

One minute passes.

Two.

Six.

Fourteen.

Twenty.

Fourty-five minutes.

“I just...” His tongue is heavy and bloated, soft but raspy and he’s struggling to speak, “want everything to stop.” 

“...” Red doesn’t reply. 

“I’m so tired.”

Silence.

“Please.”

“It’s not going to stop.” Red replies softly, for once, the hatred is not there as he sees the child underneath the mask. “And you’re always going to feel tired- but it’ll get better.”

“It does?” The child asks the old man.

The old man does not smile, “I swear, it does. It just takes time and effort.” He promises the young boy.

Theo is not fragile. Tommy isn’t. 

But everyone has their moments.

They stay there for the whole day.

[captain-azoren]

Diplomacy

Azula Week Day 5: Crossover

Summary: Avatar/The Dragon Prince AU; Ozai takes his family on a diplomatic visit to Katolis. Set 5 years before the start of ATLA and 7 years before TDP.

I may or may not make this a part of my current fanfic White Knight, Red Queen.

             Azula fidgeted as her mother adjusted her hair piece. Zuko sat in a chair, his leg twitching impatiently. Ozai paced back and forth in front of the large, golden framed mirror which was flanked by guards.

             “Isn’t this exciting?” Ursa asked as she put Azula’s hair neatly into place. “You get to come with us on a diplomatic visit.”

             “It’s not a big deal, Mom,” Azula said blithely. “I’ve already been there a bunch of times already. I’m the one who found it, remember?”

             “You found it by accident.” Zuko retorted. Azula glared at her brother. It had been three years since she had run through the mirror and found herself in Katolis. Three years since she made her first real friend there and had a place to get away from her family. Then stupid Zuzu had to find out and tattle on her and put an end to her little adventures. Needless to say, finding a portal in a magic mirror to an unknown land caused a bit of a stir, but things worked out.

             In that time, the Fire Nation and Katolis had established tenuous relations. There was no fear of an invasion from either side due to the only access being a magic mirror on either side, but the Fire Nation’s long history of war made it difficult to establish an alliance. They had been fighting literally the entire rest of their world, and it seemed likely that Fire Lord Azulon would set his sights on Katolis and try to take it as well, if he could, but he could not do it by force.

             “You had best save your squabbling for when we get back,” Ozai seethed coldly at his children. Zuko and Azula snapped to attention while Ursa frowned at her husband. “This visit needs to go perfectly. The Katolians need to have the best possible impression of us, and that includes children who are seen and not heard.”

             “Yes, Father.” Zuko and Azula said in unison. While Crown Prince General Iroh would have been Azulon’s first choice for a diplomatic mission, as he was far more genial, the Dragon of the West was currently laying siege to Ba Sing Se with his son Prince Lu-Ten. Just as well, Prince Ozai insisted on taking on the task, as some means of gaining any small bit of favour with his father. While travel between the two worlds was strictly monitored, Ozai had been in correspondence with High Mage Lord Viren, the adviser to and right hand of King Harrow. The two men found they had much in common, it seemed, and saw eye-to-eye on more than one subject.

             The mirror’s surface rippled, and out stepped the messenger they sent earlier. He bowed to Ozai and cleared his throat.

             “Prince Ozai, King Harrow and Lord Viren are ready to see you now.” The servant said and stepped aside. Ozai scoffed in acknowledgement, and motioned for his family to follow. The guards went through first, followed by Ozai. Ursa took Zuko and Azula by the hand each and followed after. Zuko hesitated, but Ursa squeezed his hand to reassure him.

As they passed through the glass, it felt like a rush of cold air, and then they found themselves inside the throne room of Castle Katolis. Sitting on the throne was King Harrow, wearing a crown fashioned after the two castle towers and a warm smile. To his right was Lord Viren, standing proudly and holding an ornate metal cane with a purple gem. To either side of them were their children, Harrow’s step son Prince Callum and tiny Prince Ezran, and Soren and Claudia standing beside their father Viren.

“King Harrow, I give you Prince Ozai of the Fire Nation,” Viren announced. “Along with his wife, Princess Ursa, and his children, Prince Zuko and Princess Azula.

“Ah, it is good to finally meet you,” Harrow said, his voice deep and calming. “Viren has told me much about the Fire Nation.” Ozai bowed slightly and gave an ingenuine smile.

“The pleasure is ours, King Harrow,” Ozai spoke as his family bowed with him. “It has been quite some time since our kingdoms made contact. I think we were overdue for a proper visit.”

“We’ve prepared the castle for you,” Harrow said as he stood up. “Before we begin though, I’d like to introduce you to our children.” Harrowed stood between Callum and Ezran, kneeling down to place his hands on their shoulders. “These are Callum and Ezran.” The two princes smiled and bowed formally.

“And these are Soren and Claudia,” Viren interjected as he introduced his own children. They smiled brightly and waved at Zuko and Azula before Viren gave them each a nudge and they bowed as well.

“Yes, I believe they’ve already met my children.” Ozai replied, just barely hiding his impatience.

“Come, why don’t we start with a tour before we get down to politics?” Harrow said as he approached Ozai. “I feel diplomacy is best done in a relaxed environment.”

Behind the large, circular mirror the Fire Nation royals stepped out from, the throne room doors were opened. Harrow ushered everyone towards the exit, and both groups were given the chance to properly mingle. While the adults conversed about architecture and history, their children were corralled together.

“Why don’t you say hi to the princes?” Ursa whispered to Zuko and Azula. They both sighed as they turned to Callum, holding his three-year-old brother Ezran’s hand.

“Uh, hi!” Callum said awkwardly.

“Hi.” Zuko said flatly while Azula just glared.

“You, uh, wanna see my sketches?” Callum asked as he pulled out a little book from his pocket.”

“No.” Azula answered.

“Okay.” Zuko replied instead, showing a hint of interest. Azula grumbled and turned to Soren and Claudia.

“Hey, Azula,” Soren said, his face a faint shade of pink. “It’s been a while…”

“Yes, it has.” Azula replied curtly, turning her nose up at Soren. The blond boy frowned and looked to Claudia, who just gave him a shrug.

“Is something wrong?” Soren whispered.

“Oh nothing,” Azula whispered back. “Only that you never wrote any letters to me.”

“Oh…” Soren said, realizing his mistake. “Sorry. I guess I didn’t think about that. I didn’t get any from you though.”

“Well, all communication is checked by security,” Azula replied. “And I didn’t want anyone reading anything I wrote.”

“But, wouldn’t they have checked any letters Soren sent you?” Claudia piped up.

“Yes, but the point is that he still should have sent me one.” Azula huffed and crossed her arms. Soren had been her playmate, back when the portal was secret. Only she and Soren knew of it at first, but when everyone found out the two of them had far less contact. While Azula had made friends with Ty Lee and Mai in that time, she was not about to just let go of her first.

Soren tentatively reached a hand out for Azula’s and hooked his finger around her own. She raised an eyebrow at the blond boy as he smiled at her hopefully.

“I missed you too…” He said, finally making Azula relent. The princess took Soren’s hand in hers, making Claudia beam at the both of them. This little gesture, however, did not go unnoticed. Out of the corner of his eyes, Viren saw the little display of affection. As did Ozai.

The tour continued on until they reached the gardens. It reminded Ursa of the one back at the palace. She looked to the children to see them all bored and fidgeting impatiently, not the least bit interested in the tour. Azula was especially bored, as she had already explored the castle with Soren before.

“Why don’t we let the children play together here for a while? I can look after them.” Ursa said to Harrow and Ozai. Her husband stared coldly at her, but Harrow smiled and nodded.

“I think that would be fine,” The king said. “No need to drag them along with the adults.

“Very well.” Ozai said. Ursa and the children split off from the group, Ursa taking a seat on a bench under a large oak tree.

Azula, Soren, Zuko, Claudia, Callum, and Ezran all seemed relieved to get away from the adults. Ursa let out a sigh, herself also feeling relieved. She then spotted little Ezran waddle his way over to Ursa, his curly hair bouncing with each step. Ursa looked down at him and smiled.

“Well hello there little prince,” Ursa said. Ezran blushed slightly, but kept staring at her with his big round eyes.

“Mom?” Ezran asked innocently. Ursa blinked and leaned back in shock. It was then that Callum ran up and lifted Ezran.

“Sorry, Princess Ursa,” Callum said apologetically. “You, um, you just look a little like our mom.”

“Pretty!” Ezran shouted.

“I see,” Ursa said, smiling awkwardly. “It’s alright. From how handsome you two are, she must have been very pretty indeed.”

Over in the grass, Claudia was showing off a sparkler spell she had learned to Azula and Zuko. Azula noticed the two princes with her mother and frowned with envy.

“Claudia, why don’t you go show our mom your new trick?” Azula asked. Claudia nodded, grabbing a beetle from the grass and running up to Ursa.

“Hey, watch this!” Claudia shouted as she held the beetle up to Ursa. Ursa blinked at the wriggling creature, then grimaced as Claudia squashed in between her hands, the insect’s guts oozing between her fingers.

“Elkraps!” Claudia said, her eyes turning purple. She lifted her hand up and the ooze turned into a fountain of glittering dust. Ursa laughed uneasily and clapped her hands.

“That’s very, uh, lovely Claudia. Your father must be very proud.”

Claudia grinned at Ursa before she and the princes left to go join the other three children. They had a game to play.

“Okay, here’s what we’re doing,” Soren began pointing to Ezran. “Ezran’s been kidnapped by an evil dragon! We’re a band of adventurers who are going to save him.” Soren picked up a little wooden toy sword and brandished it. “I’m the brave, strong knight. Claudia, you’re the wizard. Zuko, you can, uh, be the thief.”

“But thieves have no honor!” Zuko protested.

“But the thief is cool and mysteeeeerious!” Callum said.

“Fiiiine.” Zuko relented.

“I wanna be a wizard too.” Callum said.

“We only need one wizard,” Soren said. “You can be, um, the bard! You can sing about how great we are.”

“That sounds dumb…” Callum whined. Azula snickered at him.

“It is dumb.” The little princess said.

“I wanna fight too!”

“I like bards, Callum,” Claudia said. “And bards can fight too, if they’ve got a weapon, right?”

“Fiiiine.” Callum crossed his arms.

“What am I going to be?” Azula asked as she tugged on Soren’s hair.

“You get to be the evil dragon!” Soren said. “Because you’re the best firebender.”

Azula scrunched her nose up at Soren, and Zuko frowned.

“She won’t always be the best,” Zuko said. “I’ll catch up, just you watch.”

“No, you won’t,” Azula shot back at her brother. “Especially if you only do what that stupid teacher tells you. And you,” Azula glared at Soren. “I am not evil! I’m just not a pansy like everyone else.”

“Is that a challenge?” Soren grinned and pointed his sword at Azula. “Face me, dragon! Hand over Prince Ezran, or face justice!”

Azula just smirked, and with a flick of her wrist she sent a quick jet of orange fire at the wooden sword. The tip caught fire, and Soren yelped.

“Hey, not funny Azula!” Soren said as he waved the sword around and stuck in in the ground to put out the fire.

“How about this,” Azula began, putting her hands on her hips. “I’ll be the powerful, gracious queen and you are all my subjects who do everything I say. Now quit standing around you dum dums, I’ve got a country to run and a prince to save.”

“Azula!” A shadow loomed over the princess, and she turned to see her mother standing above her, arms crossed and looked down at her daughter sternly. “What have I told you about setting toys on fire?”

“I was just playing around!” Azula protested at her mother angrily. “No one got burned, and Soren doesn’t even care! Right, Sore-bear?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Soren said, coming to Azula’s defense. “I’ve got lots of other swords. Claudia burns my stuff all the time.” Ursa stared at Soren a moment before kneeling down in front of Azula.

“Your father said we had to make our best impression,” Ursa whispered. “And I’ll not have you starting fires in our host’s home. Now show some self-control, young lady. This kind of behavior is unbecoming for a princess.”

“Fine…” Azula whispered back, frowning, but keeping her anger under control. How dare her mother scold her in front of her friends and embarrass her. Azula knew her mom was just afraid of how powerful she was. Ursa was just trying to hold Azula back…

“Play nice now. That goes for you too, Zuko.” Ursa said.

“Yes mom.” Zuko nodded, and Ursa went back to relax under the tree. Soren watched her go, then looked to Azula, who had her back to him. The little princess did not move, just standing there stiffly. Soren approached slowly and reached a hand out.

“Azula?” Soren asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Azula wiped her eyes with her sleeve and coughed.

“I’m fine,” Azula said and turned back to the other kids. She pointed to a large, grumpy looking amphibian by the pond. “That ugly thing is our dragon. Now come on. Callum, get out your book and start sketching what I tell you. I have a foolproof plan on how we’re going to storm the dragon’s lair, save Ezran, and take all the treasure without a single casualty!”

 ----

“So, how did you like the tour?” Viren asked as he sat down at his desk and poured a deep crimson drink into two cups.

“It was dreadfully boring,” Ozai answered as he took a seat, the candlelight on the desk illuminating his sharp features as he took a cup and sipped. Ozai’s face scrunched as he swallowed. “At least the wine in Katolis is good.”

“Well, it’s my own stock,” Viren replied. “With a little dark magic sprinkled in for flavor.” The moon glowed outside the window. It was late, and everyone else had already gone to bed. Ozai and his family would be staying at the castle for a while longer, as a sort of trust exercise. “So, what’s your impression?”

“If my father could, he’d conquer your kingdom without a second though,” Ozai replied curtly. “And I doubt anything Harrow has to offer would change his mind. The separation of our worlds is the only reason he’s bothering with diplomacy at all.”

“But?” Viren asked as he swirled his drink. The mage knew not to trust Ozai, but he had to at least humor him.

“But what is intriguing is your magic,” Ozai replied. “Especially this dark magic. While we may be able to bend the elements in my world, the magic you’ve shown me is beyond most men’s’ abilities. That is something worth offering.”

“Yes, dark magic has been a great boon,” Viren said and sipped his drink. “Though King Harrow has been rather disapproving of it lately.”

“Then Harrow is a fool,” Ozai retorted. “A man as soft as him would not last in my world, and still I must appease him.”

“Hmm…” Viren was bemused by Ozai’s tone towards his friends, but he had to be pragmatic. “Your father, on the other hand, seems overly harsh. I doubt a meeting between the two would play out well. We may be at a bit of a stalemate.”

“Perhaps not,” Ozai began and took a long sip of his drink. “My father is quite old. I have a feeling that his reign is coming to an end soon.”

“Oh? I suppose your brother Iroh would get along better with Harrow.” Viren stroked his beard. Ozai scoffed loudly.

“Of course he would,” The prince said bitterly. Viren raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure he would jump at an alliance with Katolis if he were Fire Lord, right after he wins the war, as I’m sure he will…”

It was not difficult for Viren to read Ozai. He had not been lying when he said he sprinkled some dark magic into the drink. What Viren did not say was that it was not merely to draw out flavor, but also to draw out the truth.

“I take it that you don’t agree with the direction Iroh would take the Fire Nation in?” Viren asked.

“No matter how talented he may be, my brother is soft,” Ozai proclaimed. “He does not understand the true values of the Fire Nation, and it will take an iron fist to teach the rest of the world those values. My father’s favoritism to Iroh blinds him to that. I am far more suited to carry out Azulon’s ideals than Iroh ever would be.”

“You take after Azulon,” Viren observed. “And I’ve also noticed that little Azula seems to take after you…” Ozai cocked an eyebrow at Viren.

“What about Azula?” The prince asked. Viren leaned back and stared into his cup.

“You claim your daughter is a prodigy,” Viren began. “And after seeing the way she firebends, I’m inclined to believe you. She must get it from you.” Ozai smirked and took a long, slow sip.

“Indeed, she has my power and cunning, and perhaps even then some…” Ozai chuckled. “The Fire Sages believe she is a child of prophecy. Her mother, Ursa, is the grand daughter of Avatar Roku, the last Avatar of the Fire Nation. The sages said that the union between our families would produce a bloodline that would ensure our rule for centuries. So my father arranged for us to be wed, and now I have produced what may be the most gifted firebender in history.”

“I see…” Viren said, his interested piqued. “You think Azula is, special, in that way?”

“I’m sure of it,” Ozai responded. “I had my doubts when Zuko turned into such a miserable failure, but Azula was born lucky. Everything comes so quickly to her, she’s already as good as most firebending masters. All I have to do now is hammer out what little weakness remains until she’s the perfect weapon.”

“Yes, perfection is a worthy goal,” Viren said and finished his drink. “But she could still be more powerful. The Fire Nation could be more powerful.”

“What are you saying, Viren?” Ozai asked and finished his drink as well.

“What I’m saying is that I have something to offer,” Viren replied. “Magic. Your firebending is powerful, yes, but you’ve still been waging a war for one hundred years. That doesn’t sound very efficient. Plus, you still have the next Avatar to look out for.” Ozai grinned.

“I was waiting for you to say that.” The prince said. “If Azula could wield dark magic…I…the Fire Nation, we would be truly unstoppable. But nothing is free. What do you want in return, Lord Viren?”

“Your technology, for starters,” Viren said. “Show us how to build these machines of war, and Xadia would pose little threat to the human kingdoms.”

“Then we have a deal?” Ozai asked.

“Not quite yet,” Viren held up a finger. “I have one more stipulation. I want to fully ensure the alliance between the Fire Nation and Katolis, with a union, if you will.”

“What sort of union?” Ozai asked, confused.

“One that will ensure both our bloodlines for generations,” Viren steepled his fingers. “An arranged marriage, like the one you had with Ursa…”

Ozai furrowed his brow, contemplating Viren’s terms.

“Take Zuko then. Maybe your Claudia can find a use for him.”

“Actually, I meant Azula,” Viren said. “Though I wouldn’t mind two marriages either.”

Ozai frowned angrily as his stood, steam rising from his nostrils. Viren remained calm and seated.

“You think I’d just give Azula to you? My perfect weapon to marry one of those royal brats?”

“To marry my son.” Viren replied. Ozai scoffed once more.

“He’s not even royalty.”

“I was not talking about a union between the royal families,” Viren replied. “I said our bloodlines, and need I remind you that I am still the High Mage. Having Azula be part of the family would help with teaching her magic. She can learn alongside Claudia.”

Ozai sat back down, giving Viren a hard stare as he considered the mage’s conditions. Having Azula learn magic could make her as powerful as any Avatar, and with that power, Ozai’s legacy would be remembered for generations. If he had that kind of power, he could overthrow Iroh with ease, become the greatest Fire Lord in history, rule the planet by his will.

Viren, for his part, was most interested in unlocking the secrets of bending. It was like the arcana, but so much more intimate. Azula was a prime specimen, and the mage was chomping at the bit to study her more closely. A union between Azula and Soren would produce an heir as well, and if bending was in the blood, it could mean another powerful firebender. Viren just had to see what the possibilities were.

“Very well then,” Ozai said with a smirk. “In five years, my Azula will marry your Soren, but I insist that she stays in the Fire Nation.”

“Fair enough,” Viren replied. “I think it might do Soren some good to absorb a little culture.” Viren held up his empty cup. “Here’s to our future alliance.”

Ozai held up his empty cup as well, and both men just grinned at one another.

[directorscutandsomeotherstuff]

Jessie, City Of.

(I am vengeance... I am the night... actually, I’m neither of those things. This is Director’s Cut, the segment where we take old fanfictions from way back in the day, descend on them with our parachute capes, and take them out with kung fu and stuff because we’re soooo cool, you guys. And speaking of capes, let’s talk Batman.)

(I have boring tastes in comic book superheroes, in that I gravitate towards the one guy in the super team who has no powers to speak of. And the reason why isn’t really all that complicated: it all sort of boils down to what makes for compelling conflict. When Johnny Nobody finds himself face to face with Captain Burnyourface, and his standard tactic of giving his enemy a quick kick in the nuts fails him, he’s gotta find some other way of coming out on top, possibly by using his big boy superhero brain to solve the problem with problem solving. When Punchguy finds himself face to face with The Iron Septum, who thwarts his usual tack of punching guys in the nose, Punchguy’s usual answer to that problem boils down to “punch him in the nose again, but this time a little more.” Or he’ll use his big boy superhero brain to make it easier, for when he eventually gets around to punching him in the nose again. Either way, if Punchguy goes an issue without punching a guy, the writers go on strike.)

(All this torturous oversimplification of what is surely somebody else’s wheelhouse aside, Batman’s pretty popular. Obviously. Which leads us to tonight’s offering by an author by the name of The Raven Dark Angel. No, I did not just pull four random words off of the Evanescence discography, and I’m insulted you’d think that. Their entry into the venerable Batman series is called Jessie, City Of. I have no idea what that means. Let’s find out together, shall we?)

The usual disclaimer....enjoy this story. (The author disclaims all legal responsibility from you enjoying this story.) Reviews please...

Jessica and her father stood, side by side, on a rooftop, staring down at the glittering city of Gotham, keeping their silent vigil on the city. Father and daughter stood side by side. Vampire and Slayer stood side by side. (Cats and Dogs stood side by side. Tax accountants and Burlesque dancers stood side by side. Never before had Gotham seen such a display of side-standing solidarity.)

Angel cast a sidelong glance at his daughter, the only light of his life since Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer. (What?) His lover. (Wait... what?) Vividly, he could remember the scent of her hair, vanilla tinged with a light raspberry. Buffy had always smelt good. (Fuck. Hold on. I could have sworn this was filed under “Batman.” I wasn’t ready to talk about...) But now, she was gone, and Buffy had left him one reason to live on still. His daughter. Jessica Summers. (No, I checked. This is a Batman fanfic. I don’t...) His baby girl. The wind ruffled her silky blonde hair, tinged with the slightest bit of brown. Her duster flapped at her feet, like his had always done. (At least, like it had always done once he finally bought dusters that could be pushed around by the wind?)

Staring out into the horizon, Angel was pleasantly surprised that the city had changed. Drastically. Human technology had developed fast. Tall, modern buildings stood proud in the place of old ones. Hovercars and the like had taken place of normal cars. (Hover... so is this a Batman Beyond fic? Did Batman Beyond ever crossover with Buffy the Vampire...) Computers had taken place instead of books. But evil still lives on. The evil Jessie had to slay. To fight to the death with. And the battle between good and evil would go on, fighting endlessly for

eternity. (And now there’s awkward line breaks in the middle of sentences... what is happening?!) As the evil vampire Angelus, he had known what the evil ones felt, breaking down

the barrier between the Otherworld and the real world. He had reveled in the exquisite

beauty of chaos, the sweetness of pure, living, breathing, evil. His demonic side had sung

with joy as he had unleashed the vile evil to seep into the world. (Specifically, they sang fifties pop hits, the evilest and most demonic of all music.) And Buffy had killed him.

Shoved a sword to his abdomen and sent him straight to Hell to suffer. And suffer he did. He

had suffered in in fiery pits of Hell for five hundred Earth years, then, by some unseen

force, he had been sent back. (From Hell. Which he was sent to. By Buffy. With a sword. That she wielded. Ostensibly with her fingers...) Sent back to the world to be tormented yet again, this time,

in spirit. To have Buffy, and yet not to have her...for the love of Buffy, he would gladly

go to Hell for eternity. What was an eternity of Hell compared to a single precious moment

in her arms? (So, was Buffy a good girlfriend or what? She apparently killed you, so...)

But she had died, and part of his soul had gone with her to Paradise, to live there with

her forever. But his soul lived on. Buffy wasn't gone from his life. No. Not yet. Part of

her lived on in Angel. Her memories. Buffy's undying love for both him and their daughter. (WHY WAS THIS SUBMITTED AS A BATMAN FANFIC OH MY FUCKING GO-)

His undying love for his daughter. For Jessie, he thought, as he looked on at her almost

angelic face. I would kill. I would kill for her. Being a parent was like that. Being the

father of the Slayer was like that. (Particularly if the Slayer decided to bring home that no good neighborhood boy with the leather jacket and the beat up Camaro. Bad news, that one...) And in fact, Angel had killed for her. He had murdered

those who had tried to take her life. He had tortured those who had a part in taking away

her precious life. Now, he realized. Buffy's memories had stayed with him, but she was gone. (Buffy’s memories of grisly sword murder would forever paint Angel’s opinions on fatherhood, somehow. Despite the fact he was a demon who did evil things? Look, I’m sorry guys. I don’t know shit about Buffy, okay?)

But nothing had hurt more than a horrifying thought. The memories would fade. Slowly, but

surely.

A cold tear ran its way down his cheek. Jessie looked over, and saw it. Slipping her arm

into her father's cold one, she tugged at him gently. "Let's go home, dad."

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Batman had caught sight of two people on a rooftop, not far from where he now stood. (Fuck! There! Good! Batman’s here. For a second, I thought I was going nuts.) One

was a blonde haired girl, and the other was a darkly handsome young man. (In fact, Batman thought, he was actually a bit of a hottie.) His advanced night

vision had told him that they both of them looked no older than twenty. Yet, the male stood

with a quiet confidence, both hands in his duster, gazing out into the city, as if guarding

the city. Although the man looked no older than him, the stance he had stood, the manner in

which he stared out, showed a long time of existence. (As everyone knows, you only learn to stand confidently with your hands in your pockets when you hit the age of thirty five and complete your bachelor’s degree in “Standing Around.”)

The girl, on the other hand, was no older than him, but she was dressed in a tight red

satin tank top and black miniskirt. (Which was unusual. Batman was used to seeing twenty something year old men wearing black miniskirts all the time.) A silver cross hung at her neck in choker style, and she

wore an almost identical black duster to the guy. Maybe they were an item or something, he

thought to himself. 

"Gotta go," he said softly as he caught sight of a mugging near an alley. (The two love birds having a brood in his territory were really not all that important, in hindsight. Batman liked wasting time on patrol.)

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That night, when Terry had finished his "patrol" of the city, (Holy crap, it is a Batman Beyond fanfiction! I guess the “usual disclaimer” includes a clause by default detailing the fact that the fanfic is a crossover Buffy/Batman Beyond situation. That’s the only reason I can think they didn’t bother mentioning that bit.) he entered Wayne Manor, a

house that he had come to know as his second home. Opening the door, he entered, almost

soundlessly. Antiques decorated the place, and yet, the room had seemed, alive or something. (Perhaps it was the spirit of the Necronomicon, Bruce Wayne’s most valuable antique, filling the place with the foreboding air that could only come from the colors out of space. Bruce called it a “conversation piece,” even though he never had guests over for whom conversation pieces would be necessary.)

Shaking his head, he entered the Batcave.

There was no sign of Bruce Wayne anywhere. He wasn't in his usual seat in front of the

Batcomputer. (Ever since Bruce downloaded The Sims on that thing, it’d been hard to get him out of the house.) Even Ace, the bloodhound who had made it perfectly clear that it didn't like

him whatsoever, wasn't there. The place was quiet.

Then, someone stepped out from the shadows. "Looking for Wayne?"

Whirling around, ready to fight, Terry demanded. "Who are you?"

The man had been the one that he had observed in the city earlier that evening, and Terry

was surprised that he had found the man there. At Bruce's place. And Bruce was missing. (Have I labored the point home, enough? I really need to drive the point home that a catastrophic security breach at a superhero’s secret base is serious business.)

"Where is Bruce?" Terry growled, worry and anger flashing in his eyes.

Before the handsome man could say anything, (with his devilishly handsome man lips,) Bruce hobbled down the staircase, flanked by

the girl he had seen. Behind them trailed Ace.

"Let go of my relative, McGinnis." Bruce's tone was sharp. Ace backed up his master's tone with a low growl.

Terry gasped in surprise. "He's your relative?"

The man smiled slightly, his soulful eyes gleaming gently. "Yeah."

The girl had taken off her duster and was now clad in only her top and skirt. Still, she looked fabulous. (Terry tried not to stare at the barefoot woman running around with no underwear.)

The girl shrugged. "And he's my father."

Terry gulped. "Father? But-"

"I'm a vampire." Angel told him. "Meet my daughter. Jessie."

Jessie shot Angel a pointed look, but said nothing.

Terry was stumped. He didn't know what to say. A vampire? A vampire-chick?

"You a vamp too, Jessie?" he asked, careful not to hurt her feelings. (Trust me on this, kids. Calling a young lady a “vamp” is a sure-fire way to not insult women or make unfortunate insinuations in any way whatsoever. Don’t even bother looking it up. Trust your Uncle DC.)

She shook her head. "Nope. Perfect human." She had conveniently left out the part that she was the Slayer. (Primarily because she was certain Terry wouldn’t understand a lick of this Slayer business.)

Bruce waved his hand to the computer and the Batcave. "Angel, I think you'd better stay

down here during the day. And Terry, Jessie's going to your school tomorrow."

Terry shrugged, his eyes locking with Jessie's for a moment. "Okay." A look passed between the Chosen One and the Dark Knight. Girl to boy. Then, she looked away.

"Um, Bruce, dad, I think I'd better go upstairs now. Given with the school and all." Jessie said.

Her father nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Sweet dreams, honey."

Bruce turned to Terry. "Terry, go show our guest her room."

Terry turned to Jessie. "Come on, let's go."

As they reached the staircase of the Wayne Manor, Jessie caught sight of the large windows. "Hey," she said, stopping suddenly. "Wait."

Going over to the windows, she slowly opened it. The night breeze was refreshing as she

leaned outwards. A happy feeling rose in her, and she thought the better of it. She went up

to the ledge and sat on it.

"Hey, Terry," she said, combing her blonde hair back. "The wind's great here. Wanna join me?"

Amused, he crossed over to the girl's side. "You sure are different." (Now, see, that right there’s a diplomatic way to call a girl crazy, if ever there was one. And he thought calling a girl “vamp” was subtle, the silly little...)

She chuckled, her laugh as gentle as the breeze that caressed him. "Thanks for the compliment. I'm not like any other girl you know," she said, a little wistfully.

He raised an eyebrow as he sat on the ledge opposite her. The shadows played across her

features like a slow, sensual dance as the wind ruffled her hair. (She had to bring up a hand to slap the shadows after they decided to make too bold a move for her rear end.) Her perfect mouth curled

up gently in a dreamy smile as she gazed outside. The surroundings were shrouded in darkness

that had sometimes unnerved him. But with Jessie there, the darkness seemed harmless. Unable

to touch him. (Of course, as the Batman, he worked in shadows, and therefore had no reason to be scared of them in the first place, but...)

"Tonight is peaceful, isn't it?" he asked softly, studying her profile. She suddenly had seemed sad.

She nodded. "Yeah." she paused, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Do you have a mom?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

"How does it feel like to be loved by a mother?" she asked. Terry hesitated. Jessie seemed

so sincere and child-like.

"It's...different." he told her. "You feel safe and secure in your mother's warm arms,

knowing she'd be there for you. Why?"

"I lost my mother when I was just born." Jessie answered bitterly. In fact, her mother was

brutally killed by a demon when she was in labor. And when her mother had finally given

birth to her, the monster had killed her mother with a blow. (Fuck me. They even managed to slip in Mary Sue tendencies, when I wasn’t looking. This isn’t a shell game, they’re playing. This is David Copperfield levels of misdirection.)

"But you have your father." he answered, trying to comfort her.

She smiled faintly. "But a father's different from a mother. So, what does your father do?"

He wrenched his next words out with a pained expression. "My father is dead."

Her smile faded. "Oh. I'm sorry." she said quietly, looking away.

(Bruce’s voice trailed up from the Batcave, loud and annoyed. “Yeah?” he shouted “Well I watched both of my parents get brutally murdered, so the two of you can shove it with your pity pissing contest! Fuck me, young people today got no perspective...”)

Terry looked at Jessie. This girl was very...different from the girls he had known. He

somehow, seemed to feel totally at ease with the girl. Just then, she looked up, into his

ice blue eyes. Something connected between them as aquamarine gazed at ice blue. (The love story between Aquamarine and Ice Blue was a tale of alien love that spanned the cosmos, but sadly theirs was a story only relegated to filler chapters in a limited run of the comics, making it relatively unknown except to the most rabid of fanboys.) Something

in her eyes told him that she understood his pain. The pain he had hidden deep down before.

The pain of losing a loved one. They both understood what each had to go through. Still,

Terry thought. Having a father was better than having none at all. Jessie's mother had died

before Jessie could even see her face, and that was much worse. At least, he could remember

what his father looked like. (And since Terry’s trauma was more serious, he concluded that he had won the angst competition. It was a satisfying victory.)

"Is Bruce your relative or something?" Jessie asked suddenly, breaking the moment.

He blinked. "Nope. He's my employer."

Jessie raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Boss? What do you do for him?"

He shrugged, not wanting to tell her the truth, (especially not after she’d literally been in the Batcave, and all,) but feeling bad that she was being so honest with him, yet he wasn't so honest. "Running errands."

"It's hard work."

He smiled slightly. "Well, it's my responsibility."

She grinned at him. "You sure are big on the responsibility thing."

"Oh? No one had ever said that to me before." he said, half-joking.

She smiled wanly. "I'm the first." It sounded like a question. Then, she leaned forward, and whispered. "You're Batman."

He drew back, shocked. How'd she know that? "What?"

She smiled, a little smugly. "I noticed."

(Terry looked down, sheepishly grinning when he realized he never actually took off the costume.) "Keep it a secret, okay? The more people who know that, the more chance of me being totally annihilated in my sleep."

She grinned. "Sure. If you could keep mine."

He smiled at her, amused. "Okay. It's a deal."

"Deal. Let's shake on it."

They both shook hands, but their hands were joined for a second too long. Jessie looked up, surprised, when he kissed her softly and quickly on the mouth. "Good night, Jessie."

She nodded, dazed and surprised. "Yeah. Good night, Terry. I'll see you tomorrow."

Unknown to them, a creature of the night stood watching in the deep darkness of the surroundings. As it turned to go away, it only whispered one word. "Die."

(It then marched off, dramatically singing “You will curse the day you did not do! All that the Phantom asked of you!” DAAAAAAAH! Duh-duh-duh-duh daaaaaaaaaah ba-dah!)

[pameluke]

a year in writing: 2016 review

Total number of completed stories: 22 

Total word count: 60799

Chronological breakdown:

January  Leverage, The Triple A Job, OT3 Anniversary shenanigans, written for Holly Poly

February The Losers/Kate Daniels Series crossover, Technical Difficulties, Cougar and Jensen meet Kate, written for Chocolate Box

March Brooklyn Nine-Nine, First Aid, Venti Chai Latte Extra Sugar, Throw-Down, Rosa & Amy, Three ficlets about their friendship, written for Purimgifts

April Shadowhunters, Take My Hands And Close Your Eyes, Alec/Magnus, First Date, First fic for the new pairing and fandom of my heart. SW: The Force Awakens, A Force To Be Reckoned With, Poe/Finn/Rey, Threesome sex with the Force!, written for Smutswap, my first smut ever :) SW: The Force Awakens, Open Doors, Open Hearts, Poe/Finn/Rey moving in together. Written for Ship Swap.

May Shadowhunters, A Positive Result, Alec/Magnus, Magnus & Alec & Jace, Magnus dealing with parabatai shenanigans

June River Lea - Adele, reeds growing out of my fingertips, water demons and possessions, written for Jukebox Spartacus (1960), Sing, Antoninus, Antoninus/Spartacus, written for myoldfandom

July Shadowhunters, all that is loved does now glitter, Alec/Magnus, Glitter Marking and Sex Magic, written for not_primetime Shadowhunters, Double The Trouble, Alec/Magnus, Izzy/Simon, the dangers of double dating, written for not_primetime

August Shadowhunters, Nothing In The World, Alec & Izzy, Missing scene Shadowhunters, Glitter By The Water Front, Alec/Magnus, Kate Daniels Fusion Meet Cute, written for Malec Week Shadowhunters, When She Talks, I Hear Revolution, Izzy/Lydia, co-written with @thisissirius and @canadiansuperhero , underground radio, rebellion and romance, written for pod_together, also voiced a Seelie OC.

September Shadowhunters, a little too much, could never be enough, Alec/Magnus, jewellery kink and blowjobs, first part of the Magnus’ Dick Is His Demon Mark series, written for iddyiddybangbang

October Aliens/Pacific Rim, Running Out Of Days, Ripley/Hicks, Ripley finds a new Drift Partner, while mourning her first one, written for crossovering Kate Daniels Series, True Nature, Kate/Curran, Monsters and Magic in a Labyrinth, written for trickortreatex

November One of my goals was to post a story every month, but November sucked balls on a personal and global scale, so I failed. Did work on Yuletide and other fics, just didn’t finish anything, alas.

December Shadowhunters, ever the tears you wept, Alec/Magnus, my take on soulmate fic where one half is immortal Shadowhunters, Armchairs and Paperwork, Alec/Magnus, domestic make-outs on furniture King Arthur (2004), Wild Horses, Bors/Dagonet/Vanora, Dagonet Lives! Featuring the Sarmatian Threesome of my heart. Written for Yuletide.

Other Things I Wrote A weird half fic, half headcanon thing about Alec Following His Heart, Dairy Farmer Level.

So many Dear Author letters for exchanges, I’m always embarrassed about my long-windedness.

Still Stuck In The WIP Folder A treat for Yuletide that I’m only half way in, will probably try and finish it either for NYR, or stalk my recip and see if they request it in another fic exchange to treat them there.

The RomCom I started for Unconvential Courtship, in which Alec and Magnus only get together years later at the Clace Wedding, and need to Fake Date For Political Reasons. Currently at 13k, 5 chapters in, at least 10 to go.

The Cupid AU in which Alec is a cupid who shoots Magnus for someone else in 1700, cue 400 years of pining. 2k in, got boggled down by historical research and magic wordlbuilding.

The Chess Date, sequel to the First Date Fic, 1k so far, but got stuck.

About 5k worth of various outlines and plotideas, including the Phoenix!Alec fic, a bunch of fic ideas for the World Inverted AU, the Izzy and Alec are parabatai fic, more Kate Daniels fusion, and the DragonHeart AU which I plan to co-write with siri.

So much to write and finish!

Overall Thoughts: Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?

This year I published more words than in all my other years of fandom combined! Other milestones include: posted over 100k words total to my AO3, posted my first smut (which also was my first PWP), and participated in over 10 challenges. I also think I wrote more this year than I ever did before, but I’m not entirely sure because I didn’t count words for unfinished things in 2015.

Wrote exactly 0 words original work this year, which I didn’t see coming either. Guess the new fandom took it all out of me.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Shadowhunters, the new shiny fandom of my heart. I didn’t expect I’d ever feel about a show like I did about Spartacus, and it’s not completely the same, but fuck I am INVESTED, and I am still super inspired. It’s just a canon with many many hooks for me to grab on to, and I guess I have. Only two more stories to go, and it’s officially the fandom I’ve written most for, never did see that coming.

Did you take any writing risks this year? 

I wouldn’t call it risk taking per se, but I did leave my comfort zone and had a bunch of fanfic first times. I wrote Star Wars (which is super intimidating fandom wise for some reason), I actually wrote for a lot of fandoms I hadn’t written for before. I wrote smut and PWP, and I even wrote a fill for a kinkmeme.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? 

Goal for next year is definitely to let my kink flag fly more, and write the things I’d like to see more of. Try my hand at some f/f smut. 

I’d really like to keep writing steadily, so I’ve signed up for Get Your Words Out, to keep my output steadily.

I also really want to finish my WIPS, especially the RomCom, because First Chaptered Story if I do. 

And I’d like to get back into my Original Work. I actually have a lot of half finished stories and plot outlines lying around, I really want to finish something next year.

On the wishlist is also to participate in NaNoWriMo again next year, but the job might get in the way of that alas.

From my past year of writing, what was...

My favorite story of the year:

Fuck this is hard, because I’m one of those people that writes mostly to still my own hunger, so I tend to really like my own stories (I laugh a lot at my own jokes as well). I guess it would be all that is loved does now glitter, because it gets me right in the id of feelings. It’s the story of myself I’ve reread most. Also, slap fights.

My best story of this year:

I think reeds growing out of my fingertips. I thought if the basic plotline while driving through four european countries at night, and the last image, of the posessed girl diving off the damm was the first thing I came up with. Jukebox is very close to origfic, and I think I really got the creepiness and plot right with this one.

My most popular story of this year: 

By hits, kudos, comments and bookmarks all that is loved does now glitter wins by a landslide. I guess because it’s porn with feelings and features Magnus being his magical self.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: 

Sing, Antoninus for the Kubrick Spartacus. I adapted Latin Poetry for this story, yo. I love all things Spartacus, but the Kubrick movie is very precious to me, and I wish more people still felt that way. Alas, there’s not much of a fandom for this movie, so no one thinks of looking up fic for it.

Most fun story to write: 

Sometimes I really like cracky fic, and I tend to be the only one who finds myself funny, so probably either the Dairy Farmer Thing, or A Positive Result. The funnest experience was totally working together with Siri and Ray for Podtogether though, nothing beats that.

Story with the single sexiest moment: 

Alec coming because Magnus’ toe ring scrapes his calf in a little too much could never be enough. Runner up would probably be Alec kissing Magnus’ toe ring in the same story. Magnus and his jewellery is pretty much the sexiest thing in fandom, imo.

Story with single sweetest moment:

If we’re going for sweetest then I’d pick Izzy distracting Alec with fashion choices in Nothing In This World, because all the Sibling Feelings always. If we’re going for sappiest then I’d pick the Beauty & the Beast Library scene from Take My Hand And Close Your Eyes because Magnus being magical with his magical mood lightning and Alec being in awe.

Hardest story to write:

Definitely A Force To Be Reckoned with, because Star Wars is intimidating as fuck to write for if you never have written in that canon before. Plus there was the whole first time smut writing aspect, and the sex with the Force thing, so I struggled a lot. Still super pleased with the end result though.

Easiest story to write: Glitter By The Waterfront practically wrote itself. I just really love writing in the Kate Daniels setting (I wish it took off like Hogwarts AUs, honestly, it's just so fun, and the magic is so awesome), and Alec and Magnus fit so well there. I pretty much wrote it in a day which almost never happens. Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:  Before writing Running Out Of Days, I never really took Ripley's grief for her daughter into account. Or well, I knew she was mourning, but it wasn't part of the emotional impact for me. Writing Amanda as both Ripley's daughter and the Drift Partner she lost really hammered that home for me though, and I now watch Aliens differently.

Favorite Title: all that is loved does now glitter, with miles ahead. I'm just proud of thinking of it, it fits Magnus and the story so well, and it's the only title I ever got a compliment about (and by someone not even into the fandom! although I lured them in by now). I'm just ridiculously fond of it. Favourite Opening Line:  The song of her sisters is sweet and mellow, a brook flowing over pebbles, made round and soft by water and time. (x) Favourite Closing Line: “I don’t need to find them,” he said and kissed Magnus again. “I’m already the happiest I can be. I picked you.” (x)

Favorite Line from Anywhere: Here in this bathroom, while he looks like a disco ball threw up on him, with Magnus standing next to him, looking soft and thoroughly bedded and touching him so tenderly, he truly, finally feels like he belongs. (x)

Fic-writing goals for 2016: 

Write a minimum of 75k Post a story every month Finish at least one WIP of over 10k