#also writing de fic as an american is just embarrassing sometimes

[rubyklaasje]

i have literally been a shell of a human built only to perform tasks for my boss but i will say

writing this klaasje x ruby toxic yuri roadtrip fic is tough because honestly, it shouldn't happen. the toxicity is unfortunately neither sexy nor fun... klaasje really uhh did some extremely fucked up things and i don't want to 'redeem' her but also i want her to fucking do better because wtf :-)

and ruby, well..idk i think she's on her way to.. becoming a pale-based revolutionary cryptid as ushered in by the age of the next innocence, like a 'next world' living disciple of the pale and radio waves

and klaasje's just trying sooo hard not to do hate crimes i guess

[artificialqueens]

Rose Noir (Gigi x Nicky) - moonshot

A/N: Nicky decided to sing La Vie En Rose during one of her IG lives and somehow prompted me to write a full on 3.8k fic about it, it be like that sometimes! this is my first time submitting a fic on here so I hope you enjoy it, and please, feel free to leave some comments, it only motivates me to write more! x - moonshot 

Summary: Gigi didn’t know how she ended up listening to a mysterious and gorgeous woman sing in a lounge bar in the middle of Paris on a cold winter night, except she knew it was totally Crystal’s fault.

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Gigi didn’t know how she ended up in a lounge bar in the middle of Paris on a cold winter night, except she knew it was totally Crystal’s fault.

One moment the Missouri girl was standing next to her, eating a messy chocolate croissant, the next she had disappeared, leaving the tall brunette alone in a foreign city without any knowledge of the language.

Ugh, why didn’t her parents force her to take those French lessons back in high school? At least, she could have been able to say something other than omelette du fromage.

A loud thunder woke her up from her thoughts as she could feel small droplets hit her body. The model let out a frustrated sigh as she knew she wouldn’t be able to make it back to the apartment her agency had rented for her and her best friend before the rain would have gotten too intense.

To miss methyd:

(12:02 AM) YOU ARE DEAD MEAT, CRYSTAL ELIZABETH METHYD, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU. you better be safe tho text me k? ASAP

She shot the older girl a text as she entered one of the many lounge bars that populated the streets of Paris. Just as the door closed behind her, she could hear the way too familiar sound of pouring rain. At least, she wasn’t lost in the middle of Paris on a cold winter night and drenched, but it was still all Crystal’s fault, definitely.

Gigi looked around the softly dimmed bar, strangely feeling at ease. She was known among her friend group as being indifferent to music (“HOW can you not like listening to music? What do you do when you put on makeup” “I just sit in a corner in silence,” needless to say, her Broadway-enthusiast friend Jan almost had a heart attack at the thought of it).

She went up to sit at the bar, ordering for herself a simple cocktail, trying to figure out what to do until the rain stopped. Thankfully, it seemed like the world had an answer to her dilemma, as a soft accordion started playing. The brunette was so into her own head that she hadn’t noticed a breathtaking blonde woman had stepped on the stage, wearing a decadent black satin dress that hugged her curves almost as if it had been sown on her body.

One look at the mysterious singer and Gigi was captivated. As the woman started to sing, the brunette knew she was already in too deep.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche

Voilà le portrait sans retouche

De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Gigi swore French had never sounded more like pure sex than it did when the blonde woman sang it. The drink in her hand was long forgotten as the American girl locked eyes with the other woman. Despite the dim light on her, Gigi could make out that she was being smirked at as the song went on.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Qu'il me parle tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Et ça m'fait quelque chose

As the song went on, Gigi couldn’t help but feel herself getting more and more drawn in as she felt the blonde woman sang just for her. She was under the spell of that French goddess in front of her.

The final notes of the popular song filled the room - too soon for the brunette’s liking - and the singer flashed a smile, thanking the audience before disappearing behind the luxurious red velvet curtains out of Gigi’s line of sight.

Oh, wow. Oh, wow.

She definitely had a crush on an unknown lounge bar singer that she was probably never going to see again. Just great.

Gigi finished her cocktail as she was busy trying to work up a way to get home when the bartender, a friendly black-haired woman, she would have guessed in her early 30s, spoke up.

“Can I get you anything else?”

She was about to reply when a voice with a very deep French voice interrupted her.

“Un rose noir pour moi, Jacqueline”

Gigi turned her head to the side to see the very beautiful singer standing right next to her, their faces close as the blonde spoke with the bartender. She stood there in silence, slightly panicking at the proximity with the other woman.

“Here you go, Doll,” the barwoman gave the singer a rather fancy light pink looking drink, adorned with some dark blueberries on top, “For you, another martini, miss?”

“Uhm, uh, I-” she hesitated, trying to mentally calculate if she had enough money for another cocktail and the eventual taxi ride to the apartment.

“Get this pretty mademoiselle another drink and put it on my tab,” the blonde woman smiled at her, Gigi blushed at the compliment.

The unnamed woman sat on the empty stool next to her and extended her hand, “Nicolette Doll, but you can call me Nicky”

Gigi shook it, not failing to notice how soft yet firm the other woman’s hands were.

“I’m Gevenive… Gigi Goode, the ‘e’ is silent, you can call me gay- I mean, Gigi is good, wait, fuck, no pun intended!”

Well, it hadn’t taken her long to embarrass herself in front of a beautiful woman.

Thankfully for her, it seemed that Nicky had found her endearing as she erupted in a loud laugh, “Aren’t you something else, miss Goode?”

Gigi chuckled nervously as she took a sip of the cocktail placed in front of her, Nicky mirrored her actions, her eyes never leaving the brunette.

“What is an American like your fine self doing all alone in Paris? Business? Pleasure?” Nicky arches her perfectly sculpted brow to emphasize the last word.

“Uhm, well, I’m a model, got to move here just a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been so busy with fittings and photoshoots that I’ve barely had any time to enjoy the city, you know?

“A model? With a beauty like yours, it isn’t hard to picture it,” Gigi blushed at the not so subtle compliment, “And how did you end up in this bar, chéri?” The blonde asked her, the brunette could feel herself melt under the gaze of those icy blue eyes.

“Ah, funny story, I kinda lost my best friend while we were roaming around and I was basically forced to take shelter since mother nature out there decided to cry her heart out as much as Crystal does when she listens to early One Direction songs,” the American said in one go, watching the woman’s face in front of her go from concerned to slightly confused.

“Is your friend okay?” Nicky furrowed her brows as she asked the question.

“Probably, it’s not the first time she leaves me because she got distracted by something. Only thing is that my phone kinda died on me and I can’t see if she texted me back” Gigi took one final gulp of the drink and placed the empty glass on the counter, while she showed off the black screen of her phone to the blonde.

“I can lend you a charger, I live right above here,” she turned around to the bartender, “Jackie, love, what time is it?”

The black-haired woman was seemingly putting away the glasses for the night, just then Gigi realized that there were only a couple of people left in the room, including herself and Nicky.

“About 1:30, want me to close today?” Jackie cocked her head towards Gigi as she spoke with the singer.

“That would be perfect, are you ready to go, cocotte?”

Gigi grabbed her designer purse and nodded, taking the hand Nicky was offering her. The blonde swiftly moved around the tables until they both reached a side door Gigi hadn’t been able to see from where she was sitting throughout the night.

The brunette wasn’t really sure why, maybe it was the alcohol, but she felt like giggling. She really was going to a very gorgeous French woman’s apartment late at night. How very daring of her. Nicky seemingly shared her same feeling as she softly giggled as well.

Goddamn it, even her giggle sounded French and luxurious.

After two flights of stairs, they reached a deep mahogany door on the second floor. The singer unlocked it with one hand, still holding Gigi’s hand with the other.

Nicky went to turn on the lights, revealing a very modern chic apartment, before disappearing in one of the unlit rooms. The minimal furniture left space for the white walls to be decorated with giant poster-size pictures of various editorials, some even including the blonde herself. The American girl looked around the place, taking in the aesthetic. It looked a hundred times better than the small apartment she had to share with Crystal.

Wait a moment, was that a wooden sheep?

“Bienvenue to my crib, ma choupette!”

Nicky came back with the promised charger in hand, “You can leave your shoes at the entrance. Also, give me your phone so that I can go plug it in for you, love” Gigi quickly handed the phone over, “merci beaucoup,” the French woman continued before walking over the living room table and plugging it to the socket on the wall.

The brunette took off her heels, losing the slight height difference she had with the blonde. She laid her coat to rest on one of the wooden chairs around the table, after turning her attention back to the revived phone. It quickly rose back to life with a familiar white bitten off apple. It didn’t take long for the phone to start blowing off with notifications, mostly from Crystal.

From miss Methyd:

(1:42 AM) IT’S ALIVE

(1:43 AM) long story, i’ll tell u tomorrow

(1:43 AM) n e way, coming home tonight?

(1:45 AM) miss goooooooodeeeeee, are youuuuuuu theeeeeereeeee

(1:45 AM) i’m gonna cry if you don’t answer me

To miss Methyd:

(1:46 AM) staying out tonight, don’t wait up for me, and i expect ALL the details, you crazy clown

Gigi put her phone down after sending the text to her best friend, finding Nicky leaning on the glass on top of the table.

“Everything good?”, she cocked her head as her eyes roamed up and down Gigi’s slim figure.

“Yeah, my friend is okay, but she definitely owes me an explanation tomorrow morning when I see her…”

“Now that you know your friend is safe, I can call a cab for you… if you want?” Nicky offered to the brunette, but Gigi could clearly hear in her voice that she would hope she would stay.

“I, well, uhm, you know, I don’t mind staying here a bit longer, if it’s okay with you? The night is still young now, isn’t it?” Gigi counter-offered, biting her lower lip as she stared deeply in the blonde’s light blue eyes.

Nicky’s smile widened as she nodded, “I’d love that,” she walked closer, coming inches away from the taller girl. The French woman lowered her gaze onto the tight-fitting green dress Gigi was wearing, her hands gently caressing the fabric, “I was meant to ask… I don’t recognize this designer, where did you get it? It fits you like a glove, you really look perfect in it, chéri”.

“I made it myself from scratch, actually,” Gigi admitted proudly, meeting Nicky’s surprised eyes.

“Well, well, don’t you have such talented fingers, love. However, I have only one complaint…” The brunette felt the other woman’s body press against hers, her cheeks spotting a deep blush color that definitely wasn’t just coming from her makeup.

“And what is it?” it came out almost as soft as a whisper.

“You’d look much better without it,” Nicky didn’t give her time to reply as her hand sneaked behind Gigi’s neck, their lips locking into a passionate kiss.

The younger girl deepened the kiss, grabbing onto the blonde’s hips and pressing their bodies even closer together. With a swift move, Nicky placed her naked thigh between Gigi’s long legs, smirking as she heard the American moan in their kiss. Their hands inverted their positions with the model’s arms crossed behind the singer’s neck while the latter’s hands landed on Gigi’s derrière.

Nicky was the first one to break the kiss, always keeping her face close to Gigi’s.

“Ready to take this to my room, ange?” She asked, making sure everything was still alright.

Gigi smiled, surprising the older woman as she wrapped her legs around the blonde’s waist, “Oui, mon Doll”.

Nicky let out a laugh at the terrible French impression before reconnecting their lips as she kept her balance with the younger girl in her arms, leading both of them to the lit bedroom.

The older blonde placed Gigi on the soft bed sheets without breaking the kiss, her hands reaching the hem of the short green dress. Gigi got the gist of what Nicky was trying to do and lifted her hips to help the fabric slide off her body, exposing a matching emerald lace bralette and panties. Nicky momentarily straightened herself up, taking in the sight of a blushing and panting Gigi.

“Mon beau petit oiseau, let me take care of you”.

The French woman took the moment to get rid of her own dress before diving in to enjoy Gigi’s exposed skin. She started with soft kisses just below the defined jawline, occasionally leaving a darker reddish mark as she sucked on the fair skin. She could feel the younger girl’s hands run on her back, definitely leaving nail marks of appreciation after a particularly intense hickey above her collarbone.

Nicky kept on leaving love marks all over Gigi as she continued her descent down the toned slim body of the model. Once she arrived to the covered mounds, she sneaked a hand behind the girl’s back, quickly undoing the bralette and getting it off with the help of the American. She stared hungrily at the now soft freed breasts, gently rubbing her thumb across one of the pink nubs to get it all prepped up while she lazily circled the other with her tongue.

“P-Please, more” Gigi moaned out, her eyes closed from the pleasure.

“Your wish is my command, chéri” Nicky smirked before taking in the entire nipple in her mouth, sucking hard on it while her fingers kept on pinching and rubbing the other.

Gigi arched her back, biting her lower lip to prevent a loud moan to come out as Nicky’s mouth did wonders on her chest. She threaded her fingers in between the blonde locks, gripping on the base of the scalp to bring the older woman even impossibly closer to her as the latter had brought her mouth to the other soft and supple mound.

“Fuck, N-Nicky! Please, keep going do-… Ah!”

The brunette threw her head back when the French woman bit down on the sensitive nipple before releasing the mound with a loud pop.

“Needy, aren’t we?” She chuckled as she pressed her lips in the center of Gigi’s chest, just above her heart, leaving a faint kiss mark, “I guess my princesse earned her reward”

The blonde continued her trail of love bites down Gigi’s flat stomach. She left one last kiss, just above the hem of the green fabric. She looked up to see the younger girl looking back at her with lids half-closed, her breath uneven, the tidy brown hair now scattered all over the place on the pillows. She looked divine to the French woman.

Nicky presses her tongue on the delicate bundle of nerves over the fabric, feeling the dampness through it. She brought her hands down to hold in place each Gigi’s trembling thighs, hooking her index fingers under the fabric while the younger girl was desperate to separate the last barrier between the French woman’s mouth and where she needed her the most.

After having finally gotten rid of the completely ruined panties, the blonde turned her attention back to the brunette’s dripping core, inhaling the sweet scent. Nicky kept eye contact with Gigi’s face as she started to swirl her tongue around the sensitive clit, watching with a keen eye every single reaction she could get out of the American.

She had just found her but Nicky had come to the conclusion that she could listen to the soft moans of the brunette all day without ever getting tired of them. She latched her lips onto the clit, sucking hard while the digits of one of her hands ran up and down the glistening folds, her fingers were coated in sheer seconds.

Gigi arched her back as the feeling of Nicky’s fingers teasing her entrance, “Please, fuck me already,” she whined.

The singer couldn’t help her smirk as she didn’t waste any more time slipping a finger inside the tight opening, encountering almost no resistance with how wet she has made the younger girl. Gigi grabbed the white sheets, enjoying how the slim digit felt inside her, slowly stretching her walls. Nicky kept a slow pace at first, gradually fastening her thrusts as she felt Gigi respond to her movements.

“M-more, more,” Gigi moaned out as her body started to meet Nicky’s thrusts halfway. The latter complied, her mouth not leaving the engorged clit as she added a second finger. The blonde adjusted the digits and curled them upwards as she went deeper inside the brunette, finding Gigi’s weak spot that made her let out a moan louder than the rest. Now that she had found it, Nicky fastened her movements even more, feeling the walls tightening around her fingers.

“Goddamn it, fuck, I-I’m so close, oh God, ah…”

Nicky took Gigi’s tangled mess of profanities as her cue to travel up the model’s body so that they were back being face to face. Before she could protest for the sudden lack of a mouth sucking her off, Gigi was silenced by Nicky’s lips, feeling the blonde’s thumb rubbing her clit in fast motions and matching those of the fingers inside her.

The older woman broke away, leaving even more kisses on Gigi’s jawline before whispering in her ear.

“Come for me, mon cœur”

The low French nickname brought the brunette over the edge as her body tensed up, unable to speak as she felt an intense wave of pleasure running through her. She held onto Nicky, the latter guiding her throughout her orgasm, gently kissing her face.

“You did so well, mon bébé,” she whispered before kissing brunette’s lips one more time.

It took a couple of minutes for Gigi to recover, feeling her body almost melt against the bed.

“Holy shit, you French people are really talented when it comes to tongues,” was the first thing the model was able to say, breaking the silence but not letting any awkwardness build up between them.

Nicky laughed loudly, before replying teasingly, “Is that what you Americans think of us? What else is being said?”

Gigi chuckled back, but taking the distraction to invert their positions, straddling the older woman, “Oh, so many nasty things, but I guess I have to see for myself, don’t I?”

“Be my guest, chéri,” the singer challenged her before their lips reconnected.

Gigi woke up the next morning well-rested.

If she had her list of reasons why she loved Paris, she would add the very beautiful blonde sleeping soundly next to her to said list.

She took in a few moments to admire the breathtaking beauty of the French girl. She gently ran her fingers through the untamed blonde hair, this time in a soft comforting manner, compared to the rough one from the night before.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone’s ringtone she had set up specifically for her best friend.

She tried her best to leave the bed without waking the sleeping beauty. She threw on one of the shirts she saw laying around Nicky’s room before walking back to the living room to answer the call.

She managed to answer at the last ring, unplugging the phone from where it had been charging all night.

“Good morning, camper”

“Goooood mooorning, miss Goode!” Crystal’s high voice maybe was a bit too much that early in the morning after an endless night of sex mixed with the couple of drinks she had before that.

“Now, I was promised to know why you decided to pull a stunt last night!” Gigi whined, but not entirely regretting the fact that her best friend had disappeared on her, after all, it had brought her to Nicky. She couldn’t really complain.

“IT WAS WILD! I was distracted by, you know, one of the clowns performing on the streets, and I lost you there. I tried to call you but my phone died on me, so I started walking home, well, I attempted to because a bald dude started yelling at me, calling me El Debarge or something…” there was a slight pause, “Who the fuck is even El Debarge?!”

Gigi laughed out loud at the exasperation in Crystal’s voice. She walked up to the window, looking outside at the Parisian streets slowly coming to life.

“Anyway, long story short, he was convinced I was this El Someone and tried to get my autograph? I just signed a photo and even took a picture with him. That was crazy, I could be a celebrity impersonator, you know? Screw modeling, you are going to catch me in Times Square by the time we get home for the holidays…”

Her best friend kept on talking but Gigi got distracted when she noticed Nicky had woken up and was watching her as she leaned on the doorframe. The only thing covering her body was a short black satin kimono. The brunette unconsciously licked her lips - a thing that didn’t go unnoticed by Nicky, who arched her brow amused.

“Yeah, yeah, listen Crys, I’ll call you back later when I’m coming back home. I have something to do right now, try not to scam anyone while I’m gone, will you?”

She quickly closed the call after Crystal bid her goodbyes as well. She placed her phone on the table, walking towards the blonde singer.

“Ready for round 5?”

“I thought we were on round 6 already?”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping count, uh?”

“Look who’s talking, Frenchie. It’s only a matter of time before I wipe that smirk off your face,” Gigi fake threatened, sliding her arms around Nicky’s waist.

“All I hear is a lot of words and not a lot of action, chéri” The older woman teased back, bringing her hands to caress the nape of Gigi’s neck.

The brunette smiled, opting not to reply as she leaned in to capture the blonde’s lips in a soft kiss.

Maybe, Paris was really the city where she could see herself staying around for a while.

[thedaughterofkings]

tagged by @clotpolesonly again, thank you, Jessica!! Last sentence tag

“This is a gift I cannot thank you enough for and a debt I can never repay.”

WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?

203.791 words

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?

As often as I can? I’ve been pretty good about writing regularly this year, trying to squeeze out at least a few words every day, though there’ve been week long holes where I didn’t write anything (because of holidays or just because). This month has been terrible writing-wise so far, but it’s not over yet and all in all I’m pretty happy with how this year has been going writing-wise!

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?

Not particularly, no. I’ve got an hour long train ride to uni, so when classes are on I often get quite a bit written on the journey there and back again (or at least on one trip^^°). I also often find myself writing late at night, in bed - I’m not sure how good that is for my grammar, though! Other than that I write when free time and inspiration match up (for once).

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINKS/TROPES/PAIRING?

My favourite ships are definitely Sterek and Merthur, both when writing and reading. I’ve also written some Stisaac, Stoyd, and Stackson plus a smattering of fics for other ships (mostly for prompts people sent me). I still want to write a proper Drarry fic one day!! That ship is high on the favourite ships to read list, too, along with Wincest and Spirk. I also sometimes get these reading crazes, like earlier this year I only read 00Q fics for a few weeks?! But really, I’ve read TONS of ships, it’d take way too long to list them all here (but I’m happy to talk about them in more depth if there’s any interest in that :p).

As for tropes - GIMME ALL THE TROPES!!! I adore my tropes, both the straightforward ones and the ones turned on their heads! I am a sucker for pining, cannot get enough of soulmate AUs, Harry Potter AUs, and just a long list of other AUs :p For Sterek Neckz’n’Throats is a definite favourite, along with BAMF!Stiles and Spark!Stiles, for Merthur it’s modernRoyalty and royal!Merlin (send me links, people!!!) and probably a ton more that I can’t think of right now :p Writing wise I love a soulmate AU, and I used to write mostly meet-cutes. Nowadays it’s more lengthy pining and misunderstandings fics^^°

Finally - kinks! The most explicit thing I’ve written so far was some clothed rubbing off on each other, so yeah, not much to say writing-wise^^° And for reading it just depends on the author! If you give me a well written kink, I’ll probably like it! Generally there’s rather a list of kinks I don’t like rather than kinks I like? (though even that can be challenged when written well - I’m really not into water sports, but one fic managed to portray golden showers of all things as very emotional and touching) I do like a well written BDSM fic, but I’m very picky about those, and who can spend any time in Teen Wolf fandom without developing a fondness for knotting?^^

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?

Mmhmm, not the one single fic that stands out, but I can perhaps narrow it down to a favourite per ship?

Starting with the easier bit, my favourite Stisaac fic is definitely Aunt Mable doesn’t count. That one is just perfectly fun and cute, I think^^.

For Stoyd, it’s a tie between Queen Maeve and Pas de Deux. Queen Maeve was my first time writing an established relationship rather than them getting together and I’m still really proud of how that relationship is the driving force of the fic rather than any external antagonist or the like. And in Pas de Deux I got to write Stiles and Boyd dancing Ballet and I really like how that came out, plus how their relationship progresses in that fic.

For Stackson it’s always going to be Pigtails (at least until I’ve written the sequels :p). This fic was my way of figuring out how those two could fit together and I just really love how it turned out.

With Merthur it becomes hard already - I love both Homebound and through this life and into the next (this is a marriage of equals) for different reasons. Homebound allowed to work through some issues with Merlin and Arthur’s relationship and the things they said and didn’t say to each other, and through this life and into the next (this is a marriage of equals) just has all the lovely tropes - arranged marriage, misunderstandings, pining, magic reveal, druid!Merlin, snarky Kilgharrah.^^ But if I have to decide on one of my shorter ones, my favourite is the best thing since Anne McCaffrey, because it’s adorable if I may say so myself! :p

And now, finally: Sterek! How could I ever decide?? I still love Of dogs and deer darcy, my first Soulmark fic, and also very much Fully grown which was written for the same prompt but turned out completely different! (those two are also my most successful fics by far, so perhaps I should write more soulmark AUs?) I love my fairy tale reimaginations (Rose and Thorn, to live happily ever after (a tale of sparks and wolves) and The Waterline Divides Us) and my Solstice Sterekzine alien!Stiles fic Constellations. And finally, even if apparently no one agrees, I love the only lonely boy in New York - come on, guys, how can you resist angsty musician Derek writing songs about his feelings!!! There’s pining and misunderstandings and love confessions through songs and dramatic reunions!!!! Give it a chance :D

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?

Fully grown recently overtook Of dogs and deer darcy

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING?

Everything and nothing? It’s hard to pin it down - if I could easily do that, I could fix it! Writing process-wise I wish I’d not be as obsessed with getting every detail right (especially frustrating for teen wolf, where I don’t just have to fix my own mistakes, but all the inconsistencies canon has left us to deal with). It can really hold me back, because I’ll feel like I have to figure out the timeline or the motivation of the villain or the way the fight can logically go first before I can write anything! On the other hand, details are important in writing and I have gotten compliments on how everything fit together so perfectly, so there’s that!

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE (ABOUT YOUR WRITING)?

That’s even harder! I can’t think of anything right now, which is terrible because I do like my writing! Honestly, though, I’d much rather hear what you guys like about my writing (if anyone is still reading this), so if you can think of anything, please let me know!

First ship you ever read fic for:

Finally an easy question again! Drarry! Back during one of those long waits for the next Harry Potter novel I was trying to look something up and stumbled across this strange story, written in the world of Harry Potter, and after like 50k, Draco came out of the Forbidden Forest and he and Harry embraced and kissed and I was like - huh? I guess that works? And that was my first foray into fanfiction and I never looked back!

First ship you ever wrote fic for:

I wrote some fix-it fic for Fred’s death after the deathly hallows, but that never saw the light of day and I’m no longer sure how shippy it was. The first ship I ever wrote and published fic for was Sterek!

Ship you write the most now:

Sterek, without a doubt

Ship you read the most now:

That always depends on my current mood, but over all, the answer is still Sterek

Newest ship:

Like, properly, “reading a lot of fic for”? Probably 00Q, though that’s from the beginning of the year, where I had a phase which has since stopped again^^°

Rare ship you want to read more of:

For Clara and myself: Eowyn/Aragorn (we’ve dubbed them Arawyn, the long forgotten musketeer :p)

Your taboo ship:

I’ve got a few incest ships and not just in the badwrong way, so those? (because dammit, wincest are canonically soulmates!!!)

They never met in canon ship:

Laura/Lydia? (and if we go back to my Harry Potter days there’s a few more there :p)

Your unexpected ship:

Let’s go with Kradam (Kris Allen and Adam Lambert from American Idol once upon a time). I haven’t seen a single episode (nevermind season) of American Idol and I fell in love with them purely through fics (I blame Jerakeenc).

The ship you always forget to give love to:

Stoyd probably - I’ve been meaning to write an arranged marriage royalty AU for years!

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable):

I don’t really have many OCs, certainly not ones I ship with anyone! I tend to go for canon characters instead - it’s more limiting in a way, but also fun to figure out who might fit which story/character best and how they have to change to fit etc.

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship:

Ship and let ship! I’m not super loud about some of my ships, but that doesn’t mean I’m embarrassed about them! Like, I’ll freely admit I ship incest and rpf ships...

Your most romantic ship:

Sterek!!!!

Your sexiest ship:

Stoyd is the only one I’ve written anything resembling a sex scene for so far, so it’ll have to be that one!

Your most tragic ship:

There’s no other possible answer but Merthur here!!! The neck stroking, the forehead touch, the just hold me, the PAIN, THE TEARS

A ship you want more content for:

eeeeeeeevery ship!!! No really, write, art, create for the ships you love, people, whatever that might be! I mean, we have almost 55k Sterek stories on AO3 (wooh!!) and I still want more! It doesn’t matter how much or little there is already, I promise there’s someone out there who’ll want more of it :D

I’ve apparently used up all of my brain power of the day for this and can’t think of anyone to tag, so I’m tagging all of you - if you’d like to ramble about your writing, go ahead! (And I’ll repeat my plea from earlier - I’d love to hear what you like about my writing!)