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[akathecupcakes]

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That's 133 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I was never the kind of person that like… fantasized about their wedding. I never wanted to get married. I spent the first 8ish years of my life watching my parents hate each other and then the next 10 or so watching them try to be friends and I never wanted that. And then I met Kit. Kit, who I love so much that I went and proposed to her. The new ring came in on Thursday, just look at it:

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11 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#4

KIT MADE ME A GINGERBREAD MOTHMAN

16 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#3

Fuck my life, seriously.

17 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#2

The Elwood Dagmar Memorial Marathon returns in 2022! This time, we will be raising money for the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA) and the Humane Society of the United States!

For those who don’t know, Elwood Dagmar was Kit’s boy; she got him while she was living in Milwaukee when he was just a little guy. He was a grumpy old man who would cuddle on his terms and loved to wander down the hall of our building and sit under the stairs until we made him head back to the apartment. On weekend mornings, he would come into my room and sit with me in bed until I got up. We sadly had to let him go in April 2020 when he developed major kidney problems. We miss him every day and now hold this marathon in his honor.

For this year’s marathon, Kit will be playing the Spyro Reignited Trilogy. We don’t have a set goal in mind for fundraising, but if we get to $1000, I will read something I’ve written on air. I currently have no idea what.

More updates as they come, including the link to the Tiltify page once it goes live!

57 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@copperbadge I found Prowly's cousin at an At Home store. Did not buy, may go back. Thanks to autocorrect, their name might be Stan.

95 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

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[emryses]

hewwo my wuv, 23+24 pls

hi paxie

23. pick three keywords that describe your writing

i answered this one here unless you wanted me to do more. to which i say >:(

24. how do you recharge when you're not feeling creative

this is me rn :( lol. i don't ever force it tbh, because when i force it i end up in a worse mood creatively because i convince myself everything i create is awful gross and ugly<33 but sometimes i go back and look at WIPs and things on ao3, i'll just watch funny videos and try to let the brain rot carry me into creative. or maybe i'll avoid anything creative all together and just focus on other interests in the mean time. a whole bunch of things !!

fic writer asks

[rufus-thedog]

does it ever happen to you that you just want to project everything onto the characters you write?

cause i got one hell of a migraine rn and i just feel like writing a fic where my character has one hell of a migraine as well

and idk if im just weird…

Paxi help ur like my role model when it comes to writing fics 😭🫶

sorry if i’m being weird rn i just wanna know if it’s normal to project as much as i do (prolly not-)

Don’t worry you’re not being weird^^

Ok so I project a lot onto the characters I write, it give me more to work with when I have more emotion to tie into what’s happening at that moment.

So as an example; we’ll take your migraine and we’ll take a character, you can take what you feel in the moment to properly portray how that character might feel going through the same thing^^

It’s also really good practice in keeping your characters in character when you write them👍

[akathecupcakes]

So... I started a different Ao3 account. Kind of distancing myself from my old stuff that I’m not willing to straight up orphan? Anyway, there’s just one thing on there... and it’s a Sonic Forces fic.

Space Gods save me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24734665/chapters/59793643

[akathecupcakes]

Fic: If I Ever Leave This World Alive

Fandom: The Avengers (AU) Summary: Despite what many scientists say, the multiverse is a sentient being; it has thoughts, feelings… and a sense of humor. One of its favorite jokes is to gather some or all the versions of one person in one place and watch them try to figure things out. This, for reasons unknown to even them, is hilarious. Unfortunately, the multiverse is not infallible; it makes mistakes, as many sentient beings do, and sometimes… the wrong person is gathered. Content Warnings: poor mental health, thoughts of suicide, original character Notes: There isn’t much to this fic. It may never be finished, just to warn you.

Two seconds after waking up, she realizes something is wrong. She sits up, looks around the room and narrows her eyes; it’s her room, but at the same time it wasn’t. The structure itself was the same, but the colors were wrong. Her nicknacks weren’t there; her full collection of Bendy and the Ink Machine figures that she lovingly hunted were gone, she had gone to so many stores to find them, ironically the Heavenly Toys Alice Angel was the hardest to find… she was getting sidetracked.

“JARVIS, are you here?” she asked as calmly as she could muster. If the silence after her request didn’t speak volumes, his reply did.

“Yes Ma’am…” She didn’t hear Jarvis sound uncertain very often. It was uncomfortable.

“JARVIS, do you know my name?”

“No Ma’am. But you are not setting off any alarms, meaning you are somehow supposed to be here.” She relaxed a little.

“Yes, but this is the wrong ‘here’…”

“Ma’am?”

“My name is Anita Stark; I think I’m in the wrong universe.” Hearing herself say this ridiculousness doesn’t wake her up in her actual bed in her actual room, so this is probably what’s happening. She hates that she knows this is a thing that can actually happen.

“I am sorry to hear that, Miss Stark,” JARVIS but not her JARVIS replies with a reasonable amount of skepticism for an AI. “Should I call someone?”

“Could you tell Mr. Stark that I’m here? I don’t want to startle him.”

“Of course, Miss. Anything else?”

“I’m going to go have a panic attack in the shower, could you keep people out for about an hour?”

“Will you require medical attention afterward?” The fact he was so nonchalant about things was oddly comforting.

“No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “But I’ll probably need some clothes. I’ll definitely need some coffee.”

“Of course, Miss Stark.”

***

Tony’s reaction to a strange person in his house that somehow didn’t off any alarms was a lot more normal than anyone expected.

“How did she get in here, there’s security! And… Avengers! There are Avengers everywhere!”

“The scans didn’t pick her up as an intruder, Sir,” JARVIS replied. “I took the liberty of doing a scan on her, and biologically, she belongs here.”

“What does that mean?” Steve asked. He’d sat there quietly while JARVIS told Tony about this “Anita Stark”, because it seemed that Tony was freaking out enough for the both of them, but now he needed something explained. He had a pretty good idea what was being said, but confirmation was always nice.

“Miss Stark’s DNA is similar enough to Sir that she didn’t register as an intruder.”

“When you say similar, is the difference the lack of Y chromosome or something more?” Tony looked over at Steve, his mouth hanging open a little. “What? I read.”

“To answer your question, Captain,” JARVIS continued. “Miss Stark is indeed lacking the Y chromosome, but also a few other markers… rather than being a female version of Sir, she appears to be a sibling. Specifically a twin sibling.”

“There’s a universe where I have a twin sister,” Tony said flatly. “Fantastic. Where is she now?”

“She, by her own admission, is having a panic attack in the shower and has asked to not be disturbed for an hour. I’ve ordered her some clothes; they should be arriving shortly.”

“Thank you, JARVIS.”

“Of course, Sir.” There was a moment where Tony looked like he was going to move on to something else, but then just stood where he was, blinking.

“Wait… why is she having a panic attack in the shower?”

***

Everything was too similar, but at the same time everything was too different. The bathroom here had the same layout as her bathroom at home, but the colors were wrong; some ghastly shade of pink covered these walls, the trim was an off white. The walk in shower didn’t have the bench that Tony installed when she’d broken her leg, which was okay because it made it a lot easier for her to curl up naked in the corner while her entire body shook aa the water poured down on her. There was a good two or three minutes of her repeating “I’m okay” over and over, despite the fact it was obvious she wasn’t okay. Tony, her Tony, was probably freaking out, poor Stephen would be getting a wakeup call.

She stopped trying to convince herself she was okay long enough to wonder if there was a Stephen Strange in this universe, and if he could fix this. It seemed very Deus ex Machina, so that was probably not going to work as well as she hoped. Still, it was enough to get her on her feet and finish her shower. Her Tony would look for her. He would have everyone looking for her. She just needed to keep it together until he got her home.

“Miss Stark?” JARVIS asked, his voice barely louder than the shower.

“Hello JARVIS,” she replied as she lathered up her hair. “How did Mr. Stark take the news of my presence?”

“As well as you might expect, Miss.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice. It was relaxing, somehow. “Some clothes have been placed on the bed for you when you are ready for them.”

“Thank you, JARVIS. Am I to report anywhere once I’m dressed?”

“I believe Mr. Stark is going to send someone up to talk to you. He seemed distressed when I mentioned you might be having a panic attack in the shower.” She sighed as she stepped out of the shower, grabbing a couple of nearby towels, wrapping her long dark hair up in one and the rest of her in the other.

“Thanks for warning him… I’ve been told I’m not easy to handle coming down.”

“You have these often?”

“PTSD.” JARVIS didn’t seem to have a reply for that. Most people didn’t, so that was alright by Anita. She wrapped herself in her towels before going out into the bedroom and grabbing the clothes left for her, shutting herself in the bathroom again before getting dressed. The fit was remarkable, leaving her to assume that Jarvis had taken scans of her to make sure everything was comfortable. She wondered if his name came from the same place as her Tony’s JARVIS, or if it was just some acronym this Tony came up with.

“Miss Stark, I’ve been asked to see if you’re up to visitors,” JARVIS said cautiously.

“JARVIS, be straight with me: is someone going to taser me if I let them into this room?”

“Agent Coulson is outside the door and he does appear to have his taser…”

“He has my permission to fuck off, and you can quote me directly.” She could feel the panic rising in her again; nothing about this place seemed safe, especially if they were sending Coulson of all people to talk with her. She had no problem with her Coulson; she would never tell anyone, but if he ever tased her Tony, she would most likely agree that he deserved it. Her Tony liked to push buttons, he’s been pushing hers for a good twenty five years. Coulson was not to be messed with, regardless of what universe he was from. The Avengers were damage control; Coulson was threat neutralization.

Oh, her heart is racing now, that’s fun. JARVIS is going to report that to Coulson and whoever else might be on the other side of the door. She locked the door before getting in the shower, if they don’t have a key, then that door is coming down…

“Miss Stark,” JARVIS said with a forced calm she’d never heard from an AI. “You are dangerously close to backing yourself out onto the balcony. If you would be so kind as to have a seat, I will request someone else come speak with you.” She’s about to look over her shoulder when she feels a door handle against her back. If this balcony was anything like her own, it was a good twenty story drop beyond the railing.

The drop didn’t sound so bad right now, and she hated herself for thinking that.

“Thank you JARVIS,” she replied softly, taking a seat on an oversized armchair, making herself as small as possible. “I’ll sit here.”

“Do you require anything else, Miss?” She shakes her head.

“Nothing you can give me, JARVIS… thank you anyway.”

“What do you require, Miss?” She sighs sadly, shaking her head.

“My brother.”

[akathecupcakes]

The problem with using a phrase like “you have nothing that can stop me” or something similar is that the person who used the phrase usually ends up being wrong.

[akathecupcakes]

This has been one of my favorite fics to write recently. it’s silly and fun and you can tell where I went “pfft fuck canon” and lit things on fire.

God I’ve missed loving what I wrote.

[akathecupcakes]

Do you write anymore? I haven’t seen anything new from you in a long time :(

The short answer is yes, I still write. My recent fics, mostly in the Sonic the Hedgehog fandom, can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/AKATheCupcakes

Most of them have “set lists” that I made on YouTube if you’re interested in that sort of thing, and I just started posted a new work there earlier this week.

The long answer… my old Ao3 account is still active; if anyone wanted to read my old stuff, they can definitely do so. The problem is… I’m not proud of some of that stuff anymore. A lot of it was written when I wasn’t happy and was under a few misguided impressions, one being that if I wrote when I was miserable, the writing would be better. Also, I thought some of the choices I made were good ways to show that a female character was strong, and I wrote what had happened to me thinking it’d be more realistic. When someone jumped on me for writing things that way and told me it was wrong, as in not something that happens in that situation, that fucked me up for a while. I will always love those stories, but I don’t want to be around them anymore if that makes sense. At the same time, I know they mean a lot to some people and because of that, I can’t bring myself to delete or orphan them. I’m not the same person I was when I wrote those stories, so it made sense for me to make a new account and start over.

I don’t really interact with that old account anymore; I get comment notifications but I turned off emails for kudos. I have some original work that I may post to my new Ao3 in the future, or maybe the random MCU fic I started forever ago that has way too many Flogging Molly references… but for right now, I’ve mostly been writing stories for myself, and if other people like them too? Fantastic.

[akathecupcakes]

Sometimes, you just start writing a fic about an older Howard Stark plotting to have children because he doesn’t trust Obadiah Stane anymore, and it somehow turns into “hey, what if Howard Stark WASN’T a total douche bag, also what if he had twins, but not like the Ultimates universe Stark twins, something less angry”.

Or maybe that’s just me.

[akathecupcakes]

State of the Paxie:

-Kit’s been having back problems and is going to be having surgery, hopefully soon. Not going into detail on what for. I’ve been basically doing everything around the apartment, so of course the apartment looks like shit, we’ve been living on take out and I’m so fucking tired.

-I’m going to be running SEGA AGES Sonic the Hedgehog 2 in the Knuckles All Emeralds category at Power Up With Pride on June 5th! I’m terrified!

-Still writing Sonic the Hedgehog fics and no one will stop me.

-Somehow still employed.

-Somehow still alive.

[akathecupcakes]

Reblogging because I got another ask about this, but also wanted to add on that I’ve turned off comment notifications for the old account; someone left a comment on an unfinished fic talking about how they were so upset it hadn’t been updated since 2014. I replied that I was sorry I had done this to them. It was meant to be a fun joke, because I’d become “that fic writer”. Unfortunately, the person responded kind of begging me to finish. It wasn’t a great feeling. The next step might be orphaning all those old stories and closing the account completely.

I’m not the person I was when I wrote those stories; the Paxie that wrote those stories isn’t the Paxie that’s currently doing a ridiculous reimagining of the Sonic 3 and Knuckles story with my beloved Sonic Forces OC, Myla Emily Robinson, who is named after two of my favorite MST3K hosts (Emily Connor and Joel Robinson). I’m the Paxie that writes likes like “this isn’t a video game, there’s no way that was going to work!”

So yeah. That’s where this story ends.

Do you write anymore? I haven’t seen anything new from you in a long time :(

The short answer is yes, I still write. My recent fics, mostly in the Sonic the Hedgehog fandom, can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/AKATheCupcakes

Most of them have “set lists” that I made on YouTube if you’re interested in that sort of thing, and I just started posted a new work there earlier this week.

The long answer… my old Ao3 account is still active; if anyone wanted to read my old stuff, they can definitely do so. The problem is… I’m not proud of some of that stuff anymore. A lot of it was written when I wasn’t happy and was under a few misguided impressions, one being that if I wrote when I was miserable, the writing would be better. Also, I thought some of the choices I made were good ways to show that a female character was strong, and I wrote what had happened to me thinking it’d be more realistic. When someone jumped on me for writing things that way and told me it was wrong, as in not something that happens in that situation, that fucked me up for a while. I will always love those stories, but I don’t want to be around them anymore if that makes sense. At the same time, I know they mean a lot to some people and because of that, I can’t bring myself to delete or orphan them. I’m not the same person I was when I wrote those stories, so it made sense for me to make a new account and start over.

I don’t really interact with that old account anymore; I get comment notifications but I turned off emails for kudos. I have some original work that I may post to my new Ao3 in the future, or maybe the random MCU fic I started forever ago that has way too many Flogging Molly references… but for right now, I’ve mostly been writing stories for myself, and if other people like them too? Fantastic.