#anyways back to writing darkfics

[aliveinacoffin]

Okokokokok, i haven’t asked for a fic in years but could you do a Miguel x Reader where the reader is a spider person who is also physicist from a different universe and it’s like late night coffee talks with miguel in the society.

Raaaaaaaaah i feel like miguel just has such a fucked up sleep schedule, so i think it’d be cute to have someone join him :)

omg yes ofcc this seems so soft wwefhaehjafh you guys mak me mentally ill, you also make me do research like a NERD because I know next to nothing about atoms n nerd shit /lh /j

Coffee For Us

Honestly, running into your scary ass boss at nearly three in the morning almost made you shit bricks, but the second? The third? It almost seemed like he was doing it on purpose.

TW!:none, other than some fluff :)

Divider credits to @cafekitsune!

Requests are still open!!!

You sighed, perching your glasses on top of your head. The only sound that filled the pristine white room was the coffee maker, the steady pour of its hot contents filling you with a familiar peace. You rubbed your eyes hard, black vision filling with stars. You missed your spider senses going off, that familiar tingling in your head ignored. You opened your eyes, blinded by bright artificial blue and blood red filling your sights. The colors made your head swim, and you stumbled back. Gaining your vision back, you were greeted by the sight of the man who was technically your boss, even if he didn't pay you. You flustered immediately, face heating up and snapping wide awake.

"Jesus, I didn't see you there." You sighed, clutching a hand over your heart.

"Sorry." He sighed, rustling through the white cupboards for something.

"It's fine, just late-night jitters you know." You laughed awkwardly, rubbing your arm as you watched him. You knew he worked odd hours, often working overtime more often than not. It was obvious now too, deep eyebags and unshaven stubble on his tanned skin on his face.

"Sure." The coffee pot stopped, signifying it was done creating what it was designed for. You poured yourself a hearty cup, in preparation for the long night ahead of you. You were trying to see if you could create teleportation, because if a man could create cross-dimensional portals then god damn you could create teleportation, atoms be damned. 

Miguel watched you with tired eyes, holding a bright neon pink coffee cup that said ‘IT’S MY GODDAMN BIRTHDAY BITCH!’ in bold black lettering. You snickered while pouring his mug.

“Good choice Sir.” You eyed the cup, before looking back up at him. When you turned away to put the pot back in its place, Miguel took a glance down, sighing when he realized the cup he had picked.

“I don’t know why these cups are even in here.” He sighed, bringing up the drink to his plump lips.

“I think they’re funny.” You shrugged, sipping your cup as well. “Plus, there’s worse ones in there, I’m sure.” You shrugged, looking sound the dark room. After hours, a lot of the lights in the Spider Society were kept off manually to be turned on when needed. When sunrise hit, all the lights would flick on, illuminating the white castle.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, pinche menso’s can't take anything seriously.” Miguel shook his head, ruffling his peppered hair. His messy hair only looking messier, but it didn’t look unattractive. You looked away, trying not to think such thoughts about your boss.

“I think it’s funny, you shouldn’t take everything so seriously, that doesn’t sound fun at all.” You shook your head, smiling softly as to show you meant no offense.

Miguel snorted in response, turning around to sulk somewhere else. You shrugged, walking your own way back to your workstation. 

A couple of days later, you found yourself in the same situation, seeking out a late-night cup of coffee after a session of going nowhere. Back in the breakroom closest to you, you grabbed an apple and shoved it in your pocket as you started a new pot of coffee.

“That didn’t seem like a bad pot. What a waste.” A voice sighed from behind you, and turned around, relaxing when you saw it was Miguel.

“It was cold and sitting you for god knows how long.” You sniffed, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“You’ve never heard of a microwave?” Miguel shook his head, blindly reaching out to grab another cup.

“Gross, absolutely disgusting.” You laughed slightly, shaking your head as you gave him an incredulous look. He merely shrugged, leaning on the white counter as he listened to the rhythmic drip drip drip of the coffee. You saw his eyes wander to the bulge in your lab coat, and you grabbed the apple, showing it off to him.

“It’s not good for you to eat so late.” He reprimanded, shaking his head.

“It’s not for eating,” You shook your head, tossing the fruit in the air and catching it in one swift movement. “It’s for experimenting.” You smirked, putting it back in your large pocket and shuffling around your other pocket to fish out a pen and notebook.

“Experimenting what?” Miguel asked because even as smart and involved with the society as he was, he couldn’t be involved with every experiment and test the spiders did.

“Teleportation!” You smiled, opening your notebook to him, and he tried to read over your crazy writing and decipher your excited doodles.

“I already did that.” He was hunched over, arms crossed while he leaned over the desk to read your writing. His eyes flicked up to you, bright red irises watching your reaction.

You rolled your eyes, uncrossing your own arms to let them fall uselessly at your side.

“Dimensional teleportation. That’s super long and not exactly easily done. What I want is to make it as quick as a button, to teleport from one side.” You sidestepped, only moving a couple of feet to the right of you. “To the other.”

He hummed, raising his eyebrows as he leaned up back to his full terrifying height. 

“Well, good luck with that. I had an AI to help me with the goober, I can’t imagine how long it will take on your own.” The coffee pot was now half full.

“It’s actually going surprisingly well. At first, I tried doing cool like, disappearing effect thing, since it looked cooler and it was like a video game, but then it opened up a whole new world of questions. What would happen to your body? Was a new one being created? What would happen to one’s memories? So now I’m trying to make it sort of like a door. Where I infuse the technology with the watch, to make it easier for us to carry around. As to the how I’m still trying to work out the kinks, for now, I can open a two-way portal. Like walking through a blanket to another place. But anything I open the ‘door’ dies on its way out. I’ve turned like, ten apples to mush at this point, and if I’m going to be honest, it’s driving me insane.” You laughed, catching your breath after your long and nonsensical rant.

At this point, the coffee pot was full, and Miguel was pouring himself a cup of the hot liquid. Still, despite your slightly crazed rambling, he was attentive paying attention. He poured your empty cup, making unbroken eye contact with you. 

“Sounds interesting, I could help you out one day if you don’t mind.” He shrugged, pushing himself off the counter. He stayed still, staring you down while you blushed.

“I-if you want to! I don’t mind at all.” Your eyes flickered down to look anywhere else but his handsome face, and you found yourself deliriously laughing at his choice of cup. Miguel looked down, sighing in defeat at the sight. 

It as a plain white cup, with the words “Slap my ass like a drum papi’ on it.

“Seriously, when will they grow up.” He sighed, taking a sip on his way out. 

“Hopefully ever!” You called out, leaving the opposite way as him t continue your adventure.

You were so close, you just knew it. The next night, you found yourself in the same position as yesterday. Making a cup of coffee late at night. This time, you had simply taken the whole fruit bowl, not wanting to waste another moment of your precious time. The teleporter was slowly but surely coming together. After months of pouring blood, sweat, and tears into the project, you knew you were on the verge of a breakthrough. 

“Are you still working on your teleporter?” Miguel's familiar voice rumbled from behind you, but you didn’t bother to look up from your notebook. You had set up your phone in a way so that you could continue your nonsensical notes, hand moving faster than lighting as you jotted down whatever was in your mind.

“I never stopped working.” You rasped, the sound of your voice evidence of your exhaustion.

“Oh.” He sounded taken aback. “Why not? You need as much rest as you can to be at one hundred percent.” Hypocrite.

“I’m so close, I can feel it.” You shook your head, rocking on the balls of your feet as excitement shot through you.

“How?” He asked, and you could hear the click! of cups as he searched for a coffee mug.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged shaking your head. “Spider-sense?” You twitched your nose as you started a new sketch, a diagram of how to fully complete the damn thing.

“That’s stupid.” He deadpanned, and you looked up, back cracking as you fully stood up straight.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have any.” You stuck your tongue out, flexing your stiff fingers. He raised his eyebrows at that, and let out a small chuckle.

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” He rolled his eyes, crouching down to fish out a snack from the bottom drawer.

You shrugged, going back to review what you had just written down. You heard the cabinet shut, and shuffling to the side of you, bu you paid no mind.

“That’s wrong.” A blue finger popped into view, tapping on one of the equations you had put down.

“What? How?” You looked up at Miguel. Not backing out where he had stepped into your space. You always thought he would be cold, his suit would probably suck up any warmth he emitted. But in actuality, he was very warm. He wasn’t swelteringly hot, instead, he was cozy warm, like a calm camp fire. He smelt like expensive cologne and slightly of sweat, but somehow the two scents intermingled into a pleasant musk. Like a worn shirt that could be washed, but didn’t need to be.

“You carried the X when you should’ve solved for it, then multiplied the answer when you should’ve halved it.” Miguel explained, moving his finger away, but not himself. His face was uncovered from the neck up, giving you a full view of his handsome face. His fangs poked out barely from behind his lips, crooked teeth just visible.

Oh, thank you sir.” You breathed, attention split between his mouth and his gorgeous eyes.

“You don’t have to call me sir, Miguel is fine.” He breathed back, copying your movement. Neither of you moved from each other's spot. It wasn’t as if this was your first time interacting, you and Miguel have had many run in’s in the past, and he seemed to yell at you slightly less than the others. But you two hadn’t really had personal one on one time with each other, and it seemed like the more you had them, the more you two seemed to be magnetized to each other.

“Thank you, Miguel.” You cleared your throat, and the two of you stepped back, faces warming with the realization of what just happened.

“Of course.” He nodded stiffly, and the coffee pot dinged, breaking the awkward silence.

He poured you a cup first, then himself. You laughed when you saw what he grabbed this time.

It was a cup with cat girls all over it, their coverage varying from girl to girl. They all said different things, ranging from just a simple ‘Meow!’ to ‘Please pet me everywhere Nyaa~!’

“Oh my god, whose cup even is that!” you covered your mouth as you laughed.

“I have no idea, and I don’t want to know.” Miguel rolled his eyes, a deep frown on his face. His eyes flickered back to you, watching you with soft eyes as you laughed at him. You wiped away the tears in your eyes, your face hurting from the wide smile on your face.

“If you really are as close as you think you are, I’d be willing to help you.” He offered, shrugging one shoulder while he avoided eye contact.

“Hmm? Oh, yes! Please! I just know I’m almost done.” You made a pinching motion with your fingers, inching them together. He nodded, walking over to the main table and grabbing a bowl of fruit.

“Alright.” He smiled softly, letting you lead the way. “Let’s figure this out.” You both left the dark breakroom, coffee pot left mostly empty.

[necrotic-nephilim]

hello, it's me again. so i saw you mention on my prompt how jason would be jealous of rose's healing factor when it comes to fucking kara and the jaycass you wrote and i thought why not combine them? in young justice jason and kara are part of the light and cass was in the shadows before defecting and joining the bats. what if she doesn't? childhood friends/lovers jaykara but kara becomes a red lantern after jason's death. after a while jason heals and goes on a mission with kara and they recognise each other. they cry, fight, fuck, all of that before breaking free of the light and run into cass. maybe cass and jason fucked a couple of times in the league to release some stress, and kara would be attracted to cass, so all three of them have a threesome inside a lazarus pit. just a cycle of fucking and breaking and dying and soul breaking healing. you can get really kinky with this too, like kara could ride jason to death, jason could fist cass until she needs the pit, cass could ride jason's face until he chokes on her juices, could even have kara bring a strap and her and jay could fuck cass at the same time (regular dp or anal dp) or peg jason until he can't walk. maybe they force kara to take a kryptonite shard up her pussy while jason fucks her and cass rides her face. technically the lazarus pit would boost their stamina every time they dip, and kara's a kryptonian, so they'd fuck for actual days or weeks. maybe they fuck so long they don't realise it until a team associated with the justice league walk in on them on a mission to rescue cass or something

HELLO YOU. YOU GET ME. it's my favorite thing EVER when the Laz Pit is utilized for a vicious cycle of fucking, dying, and fucking again. the altered mental state, the violent levels the sex can be taken to when dying no longer matter and longterm injuries aren't an issue... it lives in my brain.

i'll be honest, i don't know or care much about the Young Justice tv show so you'll have to forgive me for this being divorced from that world bc it's just. foreign as fuck to me so my apologies for that but as for the porn. (decided to put this headcanon/concept under a cut bc i feel like what could be considered snuff is probably a jumpscare for most ppl so. click at your own warning)

i just. i adore brutal dead dove sex that is destructive. like the whole "i want to crawl inside your chest" but it's *literal* and no one takes advantage of Laz Pits enough to do just that. like sex where you just physically can't hold yourself back from tearing open the flesh of the person you love bc you need to see their blood, you need to hold their heart in your greedy fist type shit. and if this is an AU where Jason and Kara were close but got separated by Jason ended up with the League, i do think their reunion could bring about just that. for once Kara isn't holding herself back and she's clawing at Jason's skin until he's bloody. i think it's fun if sometimes she just fucks him *in* the water bc it's quicker that way and Jason is constantly on this edge of death and rebirth at the same time. and with Cass in the mix too. JayCass you get me anon <3 Jason loves Kara still but it's clear he and Cass are a sort of package deal now and Kara might not know Cass well but if Jason loves her, she can trust that. so she gets to know Cass in the only way she cares about at the moment, pinning Cass down and fucking her. with a strap, with her own fist, anything that she can get inside of Cass to feel her body. maybe she pushes in too far and fucks Cass bloody until Csss needs the Pit sooner than even Jason did. and for Cass, who has no benchmark for real love but this dizzying feeling of being revived over and over, this is all she can ask for. devotion.

them suffocating on each other is so good- Kara doesn't care if Jason or Cass need to breathe, she cares about getting off and feeling whole again. she holds them down until their body gives out and forces them into the Pit again. maybe at some point she gets curious and holds one of them down facedown in the waters just to see if it's even possible to drown in the Lazarus Pit or not. she breaks bones just because she can and she wants to see what level of pain it takes for Cass to actually react to. how long it takes for a human body to bleed out. exploring their bodies means memorizing the limitations of them. it means she learns what them getting close to death looks like the same as getting close to an orgasm and whispers filthy dirty talk about how she can hear Jason's heart about to go out as he's trying desperately to come before he dies again. she counts how many minutes it takes before they die from lack of oxygen and compares who can last longer.

the Kryptonite shard is also enlightened- eventually Cass and Jason want to be the ones in control bc fair is fair and they deserve to do the same to Kara so they find some stash of Kryptonite and hold Kara down until it's deep inside of her and she's weak and in pain but still getting fucked. and she gets to taste the Lazarus Pit too, which i think would make her absolutely feral. Kara deserves some Pit rage for fun, i think even if she only gets to taste it while Cass is holding her down so Jason can fuck the Kryptonite deeper inside of her. every now and then Kara actually manages to strike one of them hard enough to injure them and it doesn't matter bc the Pit is right there.

all of it lasting for Days is just. good. like the haze the Pit has on the mind, being used over and over? almost like a spell none of them can break. they'd live the rest of their lives like this if they could and there would never even be a realistic end. it takes someone else walking in and managing to separate them before they actually calm down. and days before all the Lazarus Pit wears off and it finally sinks in just how fucked up what they did together was. and how fucked up it is that they don't even regret it. they're already trying to figure out where another Lazarus Pit is and how they can get control of it. i think it's fun if they spring it on each other too. like Jason will fall asleep in his bed but wake up to Cass and Kara holding his head under the green waters as he thrashes on instinct. Cass will be minding her business until Kara literally grabs her at superspeed and just flies her off to the waters to spread her legs and fuck her at superspeed until she's a bloody mess. they never know peace with each other and they irreparably damage their psyches over this. ty and gn.

[aerialworms]

Hiya! Thank you for responding to my poll about DDDNE! You are the first person to explicitly call out that you see “so don’t complain” as judgy, and I expected that to happen MUCH earlier in this poll’s circulation. May I ask what fandom(s) you tend to read in? Again, thank you for your contribution to Science!!!

Huh, that's wild! I assumed others would have put that before I did, too. I currently tend to read Supernatural fic, but I used to read Good Omens, Jeeves and Wooster, BBC Sherlock, and Original/Granada Sherlock Holmes. I rarely see it actually used, but I tend to read older fics - most of the fics I've read that used it have been fairly recent, like the last 5 or so years if I had to estimate?

For your data: I learned about DDDNE on Tumblr about 8 years ago, where the post I read explained that it usually goes hand in hand with Don't Like; Don't Read as a reminder that the reader is responsible for curating their experience, and after you've read the tags, it's your choice whether to continue or not. I've never seen it as a moral judgement on the reader or the author, just an acknowledgement that the subject matter of the fic is not for everyone and readers are responsible for curating their own reading experience.

The reason I took issue with the phrasing of "so don't complain" is that if I were ever to use it, I would mean it like "this fic contains some heavy stuff, so double-check the tags and make sure you know what you're getting into" and that's how I interpret it when I see fics tagged with it. It's not really "so don't complain," more like "so if you read the tags, see that this fic contains something you find upsetting, and still choose to read it, that's on you, I warned you, and it's not fair to be angry at me for it." No shade on either party, just a reminder that you're in charge of your media experience, and that the writer has done their best to warn you of what's inside. Completely neutral in my mind.

It's handy to me because sometimes I forget to/just skim-read the tags before clicking on a fic, and that tag being there reminds me to double-check for potential triggers. Of course, it's only useful when combined with appropriate tagging. A fic just tagged with "Dead Dove Do Not Eat" with no additional tags is like a sign just saying "Danger!" - I'm just gonna back away and find somewhere else to go.

(although I'll admit I have sometimes, out of curiosity, clicked through to a dead dove fic where I've seen it's completely untagged or tagged for something that squicks me, and then when it inevitably does squick me I'm just like welp. Shouldn't have done that! and click back out. Not judging the author, just knowing my limits!)

[fernsnouveau]

I actually disliked the direction where I'd recently seen a bunch of the more reasonable S5-critical ML fandom people going. Those discussions and analyses were spiraling increasingly towards demonising Marinette over time, as we were left hanging with the s5 ending for a long time, and the fandom had nothing new to talk about.

I actually liked her flaws.

But then the canon does... this...

And I do admit, it's an in-character way to push Marinette towards a villain arc. Like, if I had to construct a darkfic scenario where Marinette goes evil and try to keep it as close to her canon personality as possible, it would look something like this. Which, I guess, means that it's theoretically easier for me to accept than, for example, S5's occasional incidents of Edgy Murderboy Chat Noir (how is that the same character who had TWO guilt-based mental breakdowns about accidentally cataclysming someone completely out of his control, including the main villain??!). I'm sure there are in-character ways to turn Adrien (or anyone else) into a villain, but Murder-Noir was Not It.

Of course another reason why the writing of Murder-Noir gives me extra heebie jeebies, was how it felt like an abuse apologia excuse, validating Gabriel's accusations for Adrien to not "deserve" autonomy, nor to experience or express any negative, inconvenient emotions. Murder-Noir feels like it's a writing choice directed at child abuse victims in the audience, who related to Adrien. "See, your abuser was right, you're horrible and overly emotional and out of control, so you NEED to be rigidly controlled for your own and everyone else's good!

Anyway.

While I admit that Marinette taking up Gabriel's mantle this way is technically in character, I cannot claim to enjoy the writing choice at all. I liked Marinette's flaws. I wanted to explore them. I did not want her demonised to this extent. She could have been meaningfully flawed without becoming better at being Gabriel, than Gabriel himself was!

After this, the only justification for the lovesquare to stay together, would be as a wish-fulfillment or "reward" for Marinette, and that's not enough for me. When I think about, if there was a real-life abuse victim in Adrien's position (minus the supernatural elements), and then they were friends with, and/orstarted dating someone who repeatedly treated them the way Maribug has been doing (and "repeatedly" is important here, it demonstrates unwillingness to learn from mistakes and be sincere about apologies – S4 was brushed under a rug as soon as Chat Noir superficially forgave!), ESPECIALLY but not only siding with the abusive parent and lying to the victim that the abuse they experienced was "not really abuse" and For Their Own Good, and demonstrated this complete infantilisation and lack of respect for the abuse victim, wanting to see them only as a palatable, innocent fairytale being who's not allowed to be inconvenient, express negative emotions, make informed choices mor generally be a complete person...

Obviously the right thing to do, for the abuse victim, would be to get the hell away from that person.

It does NOT mean that the person is irredeemable. They're just... not owed the abuse victim's forgiveness and continued presence in their life.

And I can't ignore that anymore.

We failed to get an arc about Adrien surviving and escaping Gabriel and healing. He has now been put into a position where, in order to ever be okay, he would have to survive and escape Marinette in order to heal.

I don't like this. It feels very hopeless and bleak and unenjoyable. I don't even think the story is gonna go there and free/heal Adrien (Astruc made it clear that Adrien isn't supposed to be his own character or have agency, he's supposed to be Marinette's accessory and that's never gonna change).

But as far as I'm concerned, any excuse for the lovesquare relationship to get back together after this, would have the unpalatable aftertaste of propaganda to make victims return to their abusers.

I don't like this trajectory!!!

[blvdymary]

Past Mistakes Catching Up

pairing: Jackson Rippner x Reader

Summary: You can’t escape him, even if you tried.

Genre: Darkfic

Warnings: Murder threats

Word count: 1.5k

Note: I was troubled with exams for the past two weeks and I realised I was neglecting writing stuff so I decided to write this. (I still have 3 more exams to go through)

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Breathe in, breathe out.

That was all you could focus on. Don't look at him. You looked out the window, feeling his deadly gaze at the back of your head. Go away.

Breathe in.

“You know, if you don’t want to be cold out on the floor I suggest you start picking up the phone and making this stupid call.” There it is. The man you avoided for the past 7 years, telling you what to do once again. He liked to think he owned you, what a narcissist. Every time you had someone special in your life, he would threaten to kill them and make you suffer till someone realises you were missing. He insisted on you breaking off the relationships via phone call, he thought you would try running away if it was face-to-face, and you totally would. I want this to end.

Breathe out.

With trembling hands, you picked up the phone he was handing out so persistently and dialed your significant other's number. Not everything is sunshines and rainbows as they display in the media.

“There, I did what you want. Now please, please I’m practically begging you, leave me alone Jackson.” You cried, that was all you could do in this situation anyway. He kissed your cheek slowly, making you nauseous. “You’re all mine, baby. I won’t let anyone else get near you.” He cupped your cheek sweetly —to him, it was a sweet gesture but you were terrified for your life— what a nightmare. He would never leave you out of his sight. You were aware of how bad of a person he was. The harsh reality, I suppose.

Breathe in, breathe out.

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[karlachismylife]

Comrades what the fuck we're over 100 subscribers-

I have unleashed the power (of furry) I am afraid of

But on a serious note, oh my god, THANK YOU??? I didn't think my silly little self-indulgent hyena cuddle fantasy will gather so much people, but oh well we're here, we're rolling... happy whoop to every hyena in vicinity??

I don't really know what to do, cuz just a few days ago I started my 30 subs celebration, and I got literally one request, and now I'm just... what do we do next lol?

Anyway I'll have to take time to figure some celebration out, so in the meantime y'all are VERY WELCOME to send requests for the Thirty Frames a Second celebration and/or the hyena 141 au. Send in literally anything, I'll find a way to make it work! Honestly I'm just glad that there's still a place for me and my silly little fics among some writer chads here with their darkfics and deep psycological character analysis and everything...

I know I'm probably incapable of writing deep stuff, so I'm just incredibly grateful to have people to share my lightweight fluff with.

Also I'll be like over the moon happy if you check out some other stuff in my masterlist, especially Karlach x Soap related since this all started with them and I'll always come back to them.

^ that's me looking as my notifications keep blowing up as if my scottish meow meow chucked a ton of explosives there (in a way he did, lol)

[ii-darkfic-confessions]

Hi, you probably know who this is 😭😭😭 I HATE my paintbrush darkfic (/J !!!!!!) they're so confusing but tbf I'm still working on the story so I can change anything but I'm trying to make the fanbrush Thang work out, idk how Fan would find out Paintbrush is a cannibal but it's kind of like a Spool and Citrus situation where Fan is helping Paintbrush kill other objects so they can keep theirself fed. They're stuck together, Fan knows that if he tries to leave he'll basically have a target on his back and Paintbrush needs his help since it's hard to just live like how they do in the middle of an apocalypse. Anyways, I hate them, I hate them so much. I hate my possibly doomed Yuri yaoi

I have not an ounce of a clue who you are. Jokes aside, I think you should play around with the idea of Fan being hesitant to even lay a finger on others and having a sort of moral conflict: kill all these other people or let Paintbrush starve/get killed by them? Assuming you go with the first option to get your Possibly Doomed Yuri Yaoi, I'd recommend integrating a subtle shift in his behavior regarding the whole killing-people-for-my-hot-cannibal-partner (/lh /j) thing. At that point, he would be less anxious about these acts, seeing as it would have become a frequent by then. Unfortunately, that's all the advice I can think of at the moment. Have fun writing and be sure to keep me updated!

[mecachrome]

bit of a more personal ask so feel free to ignore if you don’t feel comfy answering!!

so most of my friends know that i am an avid fanfic reader, but i haven’t ever mentioned that i adore reading rpf, because it feels like such a controversial thing sometimes and i don’t want to feel judged for liking what i like.

just curious whether your irl friends know that you read and write f1 rpf and whether you’ve ever had to justify that.

hi anon!! tbh i think it really depends on your friend group and whether your friends are in fandom too... i can't give any specific advice because it's one of those things that you kind of have to scope out yourself imo, like i've known some people who are really Not into fandom so i naturally know not to mention those things around them and then others who are down for anything so i don't really care to censor myself around them 😭

honestly i've known people who read the WILDEST stuff lol so again it depends since every person is different! i've been in multiple rpf fandoms other than f1 (mainly hockey and k-pop), and i've been into those for a looonnng time so for example my close friend group in high school knew i liked hockey rpf and were like Um ok not for me but that's fine and were often into other (sometimes equally nonconventional) fandoms so it was a no judgment space. i even had a friend when i was 15 who was sooo deeply normie-passing and i had absolutely 0 idea that she was into fandom at all and then one day she showed me her ao3 and i discovered that she obsessively wrote and consumed voldemort/harry potter darkfic 😭 that's when i realized you can truly never guess what people you know irl are reading. also i met my ex a few years back in the comments of txt (k-pop) fanfiction so #lovewins you know 💗

anyway tl;dr: imo RPF Is Fine and it kind of sucks if people are mean and judgmental to you about it especially if they're also in fandom spaces but :/ it's really up to you to decide how much you want to share of your fandom experience! in terms of justifying it i'm kind of like well it's Fake Fiction of Personas of Real People and not meant as a reflection of the real people themselves and also they're Multimillionaires who will never see this so who cares also why are we defending the virtues of random rich dudes. but some people will inevitably be fixed on the "grossness" of it and sometimes it's ultimately better to take the L and be like actually i'm not going to explain myself to you 🥲 their loss!!!

[ssongsboo]

steve x reader x hyungseok???? steve?????

i have been summoned sierra....... these are insane i love your works i love your writing i love you i am so CRAZY!!!!!!

and if u make a darkfic blog i will be following

also an euijoo thought... making him jealous and he does a complete 180 in bed.... fucking u harder than he has b4.... marking..... i've also thought abt knife stuff w joojoo but i will save that... my god i need this man desperately i would be on my knees in a SECOND if he got the slightest bit mad at me literally would let him slap me silly then kiss it better and fuck me dumb

ANYWAYS euijoo is so fine need him to eat me out w his glasses on,,, and bonus points if we Both have our glasses on and they kinda clink together ksjsj i want him BAD.

<🐈‍⬛3

the door slammed shut behind you, and before you could even turn, euijoo was on you. his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you against his chest so quickly it stole your breath. his glasses glinted dangerously, but it was the heat in his eyes that made your stomach flip.

"you've got some nerve," he hissed, his voice dangerously low, his lips curling into a humorless smile. "looking at him like that, touching him like that- do you like making me mad? like seeing what it does to me?"

before you could reply, his hand tilted your chin up sharply, forcing you to look at him. his thumb brushed over your lip, deceptively soft, before his palm met your cheek in a sharp slap. the sting sent a shock through your system, and the ache between your thighs flared to life.

his lips were on you instantly, kissing the exact spot he'd struck, whispering against your skin, "that hurt, baby?" he asked with faux concern, though he didn't wait for an answer, dragging his tongue over the sting as if soothing it. "good. maybe now you'll think twice before pulling that little stunt again."

before you could process his words, his lips crashed against yours. the kiss was harsh, all teeth and tongue, a mess of frustration and desire that had you gasping for air. his glasses clinked against yours, but he didn't pull back- instead, it made him smirk against your mouth before biting down on your bottom lip.

"you're mine," he growled, lips trailing down your neck. his teeth grazed your skin before sinking in just enough to make you whimper. he sucked harshly, his tongue soothing over the mark as his hand pushed your head to the side, forcing you to bare more of your neck to him. "i want everyone to see it- every mark, every bruise. i want them to know exactly who you belong to."

he didn't stop at one. his mouth was relentless, leaving deep, blossoming marks along your neck and collarbone, each one more possessive than the last.

the sting mixed with the heat pooling in your core, and you could do nothing but submit, letting him claim you however he pleased.

he pulled back after a moment, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "perfect," he muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you look so pretty like this- completely marked as mine."

he spun you around, shoving you onto the couch, your back hitting the cushions as he stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes, his hands tugging at your clothes like they offended him.

"you belong to me," he growled, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he yanked your panties to the side. "don't you ever forget that."

"but you don't get to have me just yet," he said, voice low and commanding. "you made me mad, darling. you're gonna have to earn it."

he pushed your legs apart with an almost careless strength, the cool air brushing over your bare skin making you shiver. you barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you, hot and relentless. the sight of him between your thighs, his glasses slipping slightly as he worked, was almost too much to handle.

you felt his tongue drag slowly, almost teasingly, before he delved deeper, groaning at the taste of you. his glasses pushed against your thigh as he tilted his head to get a better angle, his hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place. the tension in the air was electric, and every stroke of his tongue sent you spiraling closer to the edge.

he pulled back just as your legs started to shake, his lips and chin glistening, a smug smirk playing on his face. "not yet," he murmured, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you'll cum when i let you, got it?"

you nodded weakly, and he leaned forward to kiss you, his glasses clinking against yours again. the gesture was almost playful, but the fire in his eyes told you he wasn't done with you.

"good girl," he praised, pulling away and flipping you over effortlessly. "now, let me remind you who you belong to."

and when he finally entered you, his thrusts were harder than they'd ever been, his grip on your hips was bruising. every kiss, every bite, every slap of his hips against yours was a lesson, a declaration of ownership. your mind was spinning, each movement making your body arch toward the couch. the jealousy that had simmered beneath his usual playful demeanor exploded into raw, possessive energy.

when you whimpered his name, he leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. "say it again," he demanded, his hand slipping under you to toy with your clit. "say who you belong to."

"you-" you choked out, your voice trembling. "i belong to you, euijoo." his lips curled into a smug smile as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. "that's my girl."

he pushed you even further, driving you to the edge with a mixture of roughness and care that left your mind spinning. by the time he was finished with you, you were a trembling mess, barely able to form a coherent thought.

as you caught your breath, still draped over the couch, euijoo crouched beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair out of your face. his glasses were slightly askew, but the soft, caring glint in his eyes was back. he cupped your cheek- this time with nothing but tenderness- and kissed you sweetly.

"next time you want my attention, baby, just ask," he murmured, his thumb tracing your swollen lips. "no need to make me jealous- you know i'd give you the world if you wanted it."

[rosesradio]

2, and then 14-22. Realistically I'd ask all the questions if it wasn't a bother but these are the ones I'd love to hear the most. I know it's still a lot though so nbd if you don't have answers!

i went ahead and answered all of the 2024 look-back questions !! 💌

How many fics have you worked on since January?

I’ve written several drabbles and things that haven’t made it to ao3, though using my ao3 stats, i’ve posted 30 fics in 2024.

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

I’ve expanded and delved further into themes and things I’m interested in—especially with quite a few ships and dynamics I haven’t tried before! (Like jercy, lukercy, lukethan—arranged marriage, getting back into x readers a little, etc.)

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

obviously pjo lol, that inspired 27 of the 30 fics 😅

How many fandoms did you write for this year? Three (spider-man got one fic and hsmtmts got two)

What ships captured your heart?

i’d have to say valdangelo, they were the focus of two of my longfics (one still a wip). but honorable mentions to lukercy and jercy for some good smut 👀 and lukabeth for helping expand my darkfics

What characters captured your heart?

Leo, nico, hazel (this is more for the later IR chapters that are written and not posted 👀), and annabeth. oh and Jason and Percy and Luke. just all of them !!

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

lots of new ships, but i think spider-man was the only new fandom

What fic meant the most to you to write?

i’d have to say ceaseless eve and ivory rain (yes i’m pairing them they can’t be bought separately lol). i put a lot of work and bits of myself in those fics and had a lot to say about the world i created there—and i have a lot more to say still <3

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

honestly anything fluffy and smutty—cucciolo, a jasico first time fic, comes to mind. it was just so sweet and hot and captured just the right dynamic <3

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

probably ceaseless eve. it was just before i was going into knee surgery (tfw knee surgery���gunshots), and to set that up to post so i could read comments when i was in recovery was so nice :-) i just know that feeling will be even better when i’m done with ivory rain

What fic was the most difficult to write?

honestly ivory rain. longfics have always been difficult, but i’m trying things i never have before. it’s exciting and intimidating and frustrating all at once, but i know once people read it they’ll see it was worth it.

What fic was the easiest to write?

any of my smut fics lol, that’s why they’ve multiplied like rabbits 👀

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

ceaseless eve (mid-revision…please don’t ask about the revision process 🚬) is 103,315 words. i’ve written several shorter drabbles on tumblr only but the shortest posted work is a moment alone, which is 795 words.

What were your go-to writing songs?

i have a writing playlist of instrumental songs, i can’t listen to songs with lyrics lol

What was the hardest fic to title?

I have a hard time with all of my titles. I remember specifically struggling with a lesson in overcoming fear and hidden in darkness, cloaked in sheets—for the most part though i just extract a little phrase of what the fic is

What's your favorite title of the year?

again, ceaseless eve and ivory rain. they’re stupid and pretentious and i hate them so much <33

Share your favorite opening line

“When boiling it down to the basic strategy, the absolute most straightforward logistics…working a service job was a lot like charging into battle.” The opening line to ivory rain…it’s cringe, it’s sillygoofy, it’s leocore babey

Share your favorite ending line

“We need to make sure you're good and rested up, anyway, for the Sunday matinee…" is a good closing line from spoils of war. it reveals something and leaves the reader wondering and dreading.

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

"You're asking if I burned your letter," Leo said stonily.

"Not necessarily," Nico started, his heart jumping in his chest.

"Look," Leo said, his gaze flitting towards the trees. "I was pissed. I still am. I'm not gonna lie and say I've cried over you like a wife waiting for her husband to come back from war. But I was pissed because I was worried, okay? So if you think I would burn the only evidence I had that you were okay just because I was mad?" He shook his head incredulously. "Then you don't know me at all."

it’s a tie between this and simply the “welcome home, nico” line in ch 3 of IR. there’s just so much pining and angst and friction and ultimate love that’s so fun to convey through the dialogue with these two

Share your funniest line

If Leo's therapist had seen the bunker, had really explored it and noted all the red flags (ranging anywhere from unhealthy isolation habits to illegal safety hazards), she probably would have determined that the bunker was enabling him.

That's because the bunker was enabling him.

i think it’s like the rhythm of this little paragraph, it just reads like a standup joke & is once again very leocore lol

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

i think i’ve just been surprised by my brainstorming process for IR—it’ll be easier to explain once the fic is posted, but yeah the story’s taken me lots of places!

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

i use Wattpad drafts 🫣 sometimes i’ll use tumblr drafts and the word counter website depending on what i’m trying to do, but for the most part it’s wattpad

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

finishing CE—and i just know finish IR will be 10 times that :’)

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

i don’t think so—maybe take a nap or get ice cream :-)

How did you recharge between fics?

…i don’t. i just go long periods where i don’t write, or i’ll just do inbox drabbles

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

nope, just fics! i wish i worked on drawing though 👉👈

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

i took part in the lukercy birthday bash! i posted two fics (around 14k each) for that, both of which can be found on my ao3

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

@heavens-vault, my lovely editor/beta reader/my person—IR wouldn’t be half of what it is without her. and ofc anyone who’s ever enjoyed my fics enough to leave a comment & lmk, it is very much appreciated 💌

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

nothing i guess 😅

What would you like to write next year?

i hope to finish IR (i’m almost halfway through), maybe participate in the lukercy valentines bash, and maybe get started on my next longfic which i’m keeping close to my chest lol. it’s all pretty ambitious and i’m sure I’ll be working on plenty of drabbles in between, but I look forward to it ! 💌

[konigsblog]

All I just want to say is, I love your blog.

all your dead dove fics / darkfics scratches a sickening, traumatised part of my brain and I’m love it.

I don’t support this stuff ofc but… it scratches good. Also your blog doesn’t make me feel like bad a person for reading, wanting or liking these fics.

Anyways, keep doing your fics! Ignore those people who try to bring you down ❤️

of course, i also don't support any of the things i write, writing and reading it doesn't mean we support these actions IRL. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

and i'm happy that you're able to enjoy my work and fics, and i'm happy my blog is free from judgement (aside from the bitchy anons that come back every now and then...)

thank you for your sweet words, my loveliest!!! i appreciate your words and message 🌷🫂🪽

[astramachina]

#prev notes thank u for the reminder bc i always put my trigger warnings in the notes then go back and add them when done with the chapter#but i do like to give a double warning bc not all triggers apply to each chapter

This! I hard agree! There's this nifty little tag on AO3 that's "Other Additional Tags to be Added" that I always use whenever I'm writing longfic and I've no idea where some things might go, because it lets readers know that, yeah, other things might pop up along the way that are not warned for just yet but might require a warning in the future.

It's always fantastic practice to restate content warnings at the beginning of the chapters that include them, because a lot of times readers tend to gloss over warnings anyway. (That one meme of the person looking horrified with the text "when you come across that one tag you missed".) That's the beauty of AO3! That it allows you to do this!

I do want to clarify that this isn't necessary, by any means. As someone who writes horror for a living, sometimes you gotta trust a reader that they'll take the overall content warnings listed out at the beginning (and in AO3's case, the tags) and know that those things will be present at some point. That's why it's imperative that content and trigger warnings go in the tags.

I tend to update my tags before a new chapter goes up and then in the chapter notes point out that I've done so, a "please give those a refresher!" type deal, but I recognize that 1) I only ever do this on desktop and it's way easier to do 2) come from a decade+ of writing darkfic and am very adamant that my readers take care of themselves and 3) a stickler for my own self-imposed rules.

[danceswithdarkspawn]

Howdy, cato friendo!

6: Best comment you've ever received on your own fics? (If you had to pick, can be like a top three or five or whatever.)

12: Have you ever co-written a fic? If not, is it something you’d like to do?

15: Have you ever gotten fanart for a fic you've written?

31: At what age did you write your first fanfiction?

38: The saddest fanfiction you've read?

50: If you could describe your fics in one sentence, it would be…

Until we scream at each other again!

6: I've gotten a lot of great comments and I treasure all of them so I don't want to pick specific favorites

but I'm especially fond of ones that contain keysmashes or gibberish, and specifically on Broken Bird the "OH MY GOD JUST KISS ALREADY" and similar comments lmao

12: Wayyyyyyy back in ye olden days my cousin and I would write Naruto fanfic together while spending summer at our grandparents' house. They lived in the middle of the woods and had no internet, so that's how we spent our time between playing Super Mario Brothers 3. Important to note that I don't think either of us realized we were writing fanfic, like I don't think I learned the term until I was almost out of highschool.

To answer the other part of the question, these days, probably not.

15: Nope.

31: 10? 11? Again I didn't realize I was writing fanfiction lol

38: Can't remember what it was called and woefully I didn't save it anywhere, but it was a Dead Dove darkfic of a Dalish mage in Ferelden's Circle Tower, and the fic was told through their journal notes, I think? Anyway, if you know anything about how some Circle Towers are, it was very dark, but also a very good fic.

50: Author chose violence.

[mrslittletall]

(Let's hope I'm doing this right)

Fanfic game requests:

- ⚡️🔨 (I've been screaming for chapter 4 for months, lol)

- 🦋❤️(The heart fits, doesn't it?)

- 🎤

- 🪦(I don't know what this implies, but I'm here for it!)

(You don't have to answer all of these. Any scrap of your wips while writing is a treat to read ^^)

Yeah, you are doing it right ^^ For Lightning Past, I haven't started Chapter 4 yet, so I can just give you a general idea of what I am planning to write. I wanted to let Ornstein and Smough talk about their pasts and then slowly move them into a "Oh no, he's hot" situation. I have a couple other things planned as well. Don't expect this one to be as big as Storm though, my original idea was to have it done in around 10 chapters. Maybe less, maybe more, we'll see. Also, sorry for the wait, it was really hard to get into my multichapters, but I feel like I am slowly motivated again... The butterfly one is "Red Butterfly", my Elden Ring darkfic. But DLC reveals and the fandom have kinda made me realize that Elden Ring really isn't too much of my thing and I decided to put it on hiatus and see if the mood for it comes back. That one is a fullblown AU anyway now... The other two are both fics centered around my Warrior of Light from FF14, let me find some snippets that tell you what they are about... The microphone first:

“Well, it is... because of your voice.”, Alphinaud said, “It's rather, uh, high pitched so Alisaie started to wonder about your age, if you might be closer to us as we thought, but I was pretty sure that you mentioned to me that you were older than twenty summers.”

Rispale felt his blood run cold.

“Can we please talk about literally anything else?!”

Alphinaud and Alisaie shared a look.

“Why?”, Alisaie asked, “Are you sensitive about it?”

“I just don't want to talk about it.”, Rispale insisted, putting his attention back on his fishing rod, but alas, the fish still didn't grace him with a bite, he was stuck having this conversation.

Alphinaud and Alisaie shared another look.

“He's totally sensitive about it.”, Alisaie whispered, quiet but not quiet enough for Miqo'te ears to not hear. Especially when they still stood so close.

And now the grave stone... I am telling you already, this fic is deeply personal to me and I want to use it to go through some stuff of my own: Oh, you want to know how my mom died? Have I never told you that story? Well, she got sick. After the seventh calamity. It was a slow progress, really. To this day I never learned what actually ailed her. ...Her aether just started to dwindle. She couldn't sustain it anymore on her own.

I took care of her during the whole time of her sickness. And I was with her when she died. And I know what you wanna say. You wanna say that in the end she surely told me how much she loved me and how thankful she was to have me as a son.

Yeah, that never happened...

Why are you looking at me like that?! This is not some novel, this is life.

And life often is unfair...

Yes, that one is writtenin First Person. It wouldn't feel right in third person. We need to get as close as possible into Rispale's mindset hear, so he tells the story to an unspecified character.

[plaidpyjamas]

fuck it, Avengers Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic idea/outline

This is mainly an AU for my Avengers OC Desmond - he grew up in a lab and has a regenerative mutation because of it. In his main story/universe, Tony and Pepper unofficially adopt him and his life is able to finally turn around. The set up is the same here, except that Tony Stark is a Monster with Too Much Power I can try and write it as an "x reader" fic if people want, but portions of it do hinge on Desmond and his own origin story, plus I'd need a beta reader to go through and swap pronouns over. Anyway here's some quick thoughts on the fic, laying down a little bit of groundwork as far as Desmond's situation goes. I can't guarantee I'll actually write it though hhhhh TW: NON-CON (the focus is Desmond's sexual assault at the hands of Tony & Bruce), transphobia, and probably a whole load of other stuff if I do write it

DARKFIC – Tony x Desmond x Bruce Non-con, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Desmond is taken in by Tony around the same time [somewhere around Avengers2012?]

Because of all the tech and money Tony has provided SHIELD he’s gained too much freedom and power – no one is really able to stop him from doing what he wants, because he could rip away nearly all of SHIELD’s resources at this point

What Tony wants, in “adopting” Desmond, is a plaything (he also brings Bruce into it- he's in this weird limbo where he still joins Tony in assaulting Desmond, but he apologizes nearly the entire time, which makes Desmond feel worse)

 Fury feels partly responsible for what Tony (and by extension Bruce) is doing to Desmond – he’s unable to do anything and the guilt eats at him - Fury's constant apologizing and trying to “make it up to him” just makes Desmond feel worse (are you noticing a trend)

Pepper is also trapped – first in her job and now in her marriage w/ Tony – she and Desmond, while living together and going through the same things, aren’t able to do anything to help each other, aside from sympathetic glances now and then (Tony doesn’t allow them together unsupervised maybe?)

Pepper tries to comfort Desmond when she can - by making him food or other small things. She genuinely cares about Desmond, but is really doing these small things for him so she doesn't have to think about her own suffering

Tony won't let Desmond get any of the gender affirming surgeries he wants - claims it's simply not possible with his healing abilities and won't let him talk about it past that - Tony really just wants more control over him (potential forced pregnancy?)

Tony does not allow Desmond to see Loki at all, so sadly that relationship never has a chance

Luckily though he does still meet Bucky - they keep their friendship a secret and Bucky really wants to do something about Desmond's situation but he can't without risking Desmond losing his one single solitary genuinely safe place (Bucky's room) so he's stuck just trying to comfort Desmond and be there to put him back together whenever he needs

Steve either does not notice all of this or he is in denial, so Desmond can't go to him (there has been at least one incident where Desmond felt safe enough to vent a bit to Steve - Tony knew everything by dinner that night, rip)

Steve's unwillingness or inability to see how awful Tony is towards Desmond and Pepper causes a rift between him and Bucky

Potential happy/bittersweet ending - Bucky somehow manages to help Desmond escape and they flee to.....idk somewhere. Maybe they're just on the run from then on. Maybe they go to Wakanda? Maybe Shuri and T'challa take them in and hide them?

I really want to try and find a way to work Loki into this, since he's such an important character in Desmond's canon universe, but idk how I'd go about doing that - unless!!!!! Thor finally catches wind of what's happening and offers to take Desmond to Asgard (Bucky too cause he's not leaving this poor guy all by himself). I guess that could still happen, but it could be like a failed escape attempt? And after that, Loki gets involved in trying to help Desmond or something? I'm hesitant to give Desmond more people who want to help - I feel like that makes it less dark? And if I write this thing I'm going whole-hog like it's gonna make me sick to write it I bet lmao someone help me

idk I haven't really thought about a coherent plot line, just this absolute nightmare scenario lmao

anyway if this sounds like something you'd wanna read please tell me!!! I have so many ideas for this but I don't wanna write and post it if nobody wants it, yknow?

[perpetuallylatetothefandomparty]

3, 6, 10, 12, and 25 from the writer asks please!

3 - how you feel about your current WIP

I'm going to be completely honest here and say that... I kind of hate it? I'm just at that stage where the flaws are obvious and the good parts are a bit obscured from view. Once I've got it all down then I can edit it and like it a bit more. At least, that's what'll hopefully happen.

6 - the word that appears most in your current draft

"Keith" is top, then "Keith's", but excluding names the top 3 are "druid", "eyes", and "guard". Make of that what you will hehe

10 - what is the longest amount of time you've let a draft rest before you finished it?

Not sure if this counts, but when I was younger and doing original stuff, there was a story I left for 2 or 3 years before coming back and giving it a shoddy ending lmao.

Fic-wise... hmm. *glances at Google Drive and looks away from all the abandoned works* Generally that doesn't happen. If a story gets left for much longer than a month I'll take it as read that I'm probably never going to finish it haha because I'll have moved on and lost the inspiration/motivation to write it. (That's the main reason I don't post until it's all written, because I know I can't necessarily be trusted to deliver) I also don't tend to have many wips that I care about going on at once, because I'm slightly obsessive about getting them finished :)

12 - a trope you're really into right now

Ooh, I've been reading some darkfics lately- absolutely consuming that whump. (Which has inevitably bled into my writing hehe) Hurt and angst (accompanying comfort and fluff optional) are still dear to my heart in terms of genre though!

In terms of specific tropes, I love found family- it's an enduring favourite and one of the things I love Voltron for. I also go for trauma, cold-blooded and sadistic torture, Stockholm syndrome, caretaking, self-sacrifice, self-harm, human experimentation, pleading for mercy (bonus points if no mercy is forthcoming!), and of course hugs in pretty much any context absolutely destroy me. I could list more, but oops, the question was only for only one trope and that's... like... thirteen.

I guess my favourite set-up (getting a little off topic here but anyway) would be someone asking to be hurt in someone they care about's place (I'm kind of imagining a Keith scenario here) but that request is rejected and the loved one gets hurt anyway. The helplessness there is delicious to read/write.

25 - besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

I have a few! Still kind of mastering keeping the idea that 'it's okay not to touch hobbies every day' in my head, because really between classes and trying to have a social life and writing and sleeping I really don't have enough free time to pursue every hobby all the time :')

Music was a huge obsession for me a while back, and for a while I thought I'd end up studying it, but no (going for chemistry instead). Still a big part of my life though, so playing piano is one of my go-to hobbies. (Messing around on bass is a little more chill, I do that too.) And I listen to music pretty much constantly, especially when writing or travelling haha

Reading, obviously, whether that's fics or physical books. I used to do it a ton but distressingly less so since my schedule's got tighter and writing (the current dominant hobby) has been using up more of what free time I have.

Those are the main ones! I also do little bits of sound engineering and cycling (although that's usually just for my commute) and I dabble in various arty/crafty things; there's probably more, but that's all I can think of at the moment.

Thanks for the ask! ♡