#ehhh still in a wip

[dynasty889]

Some Warrior!Penelope ideas

Okay so just quick let me say, I don’t really like to swap the gods out just because then it affects the whole Trojan War?? But ignoring that, I wanna include the gods who would be in this au’s version of God Games plus some other things? (With Ares as her mentor btw)

The gods I think would appear would be: Dionysus, Artemis, Aphrodite, Athena, Zeus, then Hera. And in that order.

Dionysus: He wasn’t paying attention. He’ll just half ass it, so he probably just brings up how she couldn’t save Melantho from the cyclops. (Bonus: Melantho was one of Penelope’s servants in the Odyssey and she takes the role of Polites, no I don’t care that the popular switcheroo is Circe)

Artemis: Artemis would liken the sacrifice of Iphigenia (or I guess it’s Orestes in this au) to the killing of Andromache’s son. I’m not sure exactly, but yeah, just really really fickle Artemis.

Aphrodite: Probably the same reason, but in my headcanon, one, Penelope’s mom is a Naiad so she can’t die(?) and two, I don’t really think Icarius (her dad) and Penelope had a great relationship, so I always imagine Penelope was cared for by Leda. So she’d probably mention something about Leda I guess idk.

Athena: She would argue that, because she stole the Palladium from Troy (with god knows who, maybe Clytemnestra idk), she deserves whatever punishment the gods have given her.

Zeus: She’s not fuckable enough no I’m just kidding— (I actually don’t know so help)

Hera: No. that’s the answer, no. Until she gets to beat up Ares haha then it leaves on a cliffhanger lmao.

Bonus, for Thunder Bringer, instead of Hera sending down a lightning bolt to smite the crew, she inflicts them with madness? I’m not too sure how that would go, but like I just imagine that they kind of just destroyed their ship because they were all mad. (Madness Bringer)

Also, just for some general other information:

Ctimene = Eurylochus

Melantho = Polites.

Antinous = Calypso

Calypso = Antinous

All of Penelope’s encounters with monsters and gods are the same. Except, Amphitrite is the one angry with Penelope (the unserious reason is because Poseidon is too lazy to go deal with her so Amphitrite deals with Penelope instead + Polyphemus was her fav step kid lmao). And Antinous is swapped with Calypso. I would’ve kept Calypso on Ogygia but then the suitors of Odysseus felt weird. Like I just can’t imagine Antinous leading a bunch of other men to marry another man. So that’s mostly just cultural/historical reasons I guess, but if not for that, I probably wouldn’t have swapped them.

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

[WIP]

I am yet again procrastinating on schoolwork by making shitposts and starting a somewhat ambitious fanart :"^)

I really wanna mess around and experiment with the mosaic-"censoring" and implied(? (but-still-pretty-much-in-your-face)) gore with this one >;^) I'm kinda terrified but masochistically looking forward to drawing the background and lighting/shading, since I don't usually fuck around with those much (at least not on the same scale as i'm planning to do with this)

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...haaaah, i miss fixating on normal, healthy-ish fandoms with no fucked up shit being the focal point... :'\ /jk, I'm having a great time here ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)

[cheriboms]

doctober day 15: invention

i couldnt come up w a good caption bc i was too busy having a life-changing scientific epiphany. sorry :/

[corellianhounds]

Thanks for The tag buddy!

(And soon I will answer it, 'cause I need to organize my ideas :)

But, The Clone Action Movie Pitch actually got me.

I'm all ears 👀

YESSSS I’m so happy, I was hoping somebody asked about this one! This idea came to me two weeks ago and I’m STOKED (And also I am defo ready to see what you have cooking 👏)

So basically the thought started with the beginning to a familiar action movie setup of a group of guys having to reunite after over a decade because somebody has been coming after the members of their former squad and killing them off one by one, and now they have to get back together for one last job to find out why and put a stop to it. Despite the fact I started writing this with the express purpose of using all sorts of action movie tropes for the formula, there’s still new and fun twists on how they happen because we’ve set it within the world of Star Wars. It’s a good old fashioned action movie, babyyyyy!

It’s also all original characters, which I know may not be some people’s thing, but it means that this is unconstrained by most of canon, in terms of timeline consistency or connections to other properties’ stories. I have plenty of canonical Star Wars elements, but I wanted this to be a case of “Hey do you like Star Wars and don’t want to do any homework to understand what’s happening? Do you like action movies? Come on in!”

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Taking place ~16 years after the end of the Clone Wars, the story opens with fifteen-year-old Rio and his father living simply in a city on an Outer Rim planet. Most people didn’t know what the clones looked like beyond their armor, and that— along with its owners— was phased out a long time ago. Rio doesn’t know much about his father’s past beyond his own life, but it doesn’t come up in conversation much and Rio doesn’t know of a life any different than the one they’ve always had.

There’s some suspicious activity and murmurings around town, us following Rio through what a normal day should be for him, but as the day draws to a close things start to get more suspicious. His dad, normally a genial and easygoing guy, is strangely quiet and serious, and there’s a moment Rio catches him having some furtive conversation over a comm in the hall; when his dad realizes he’s there he snaps at him to go back to bed.

When Rio’s noticeably caught off guard by his dad’s tone, his dad visibly softens and his shoulders slump, and he goes to him, gently pulling him in to press his forehead to his son’s as he apologizes, asking him more civilly to go upstairs. Rio accepts the gesture of affection and reluctantly does as he’s told. Though his dad outwardly seems much more like his calm self, there’s still something tense about him.

The next day it’s clear there is something going on, the kid seeing people closing up shops, arguments happening in the square, a squad of troopers questioning and harassing people. Rio’s nearly caught up in trouble with the troopers himself before his dad appears out of nowhere and intervenes, making quick work of them before telling him to stay calm and follow his lead, the two of them swiftly making a beeline for their home.

His dad tells him to pack a bag of necessities only, says they’re leaving and they won’t be coming back. Rio, understandably alarmed, desperately follows his dad around the house asking questions, asking what’s going on in town as his dad yanks cords from electrical panels in the walls and burns the databanks on his machines, and the kid’s alarm only heightens as he sees his dad pull burner comms, armor and gear, tools and equipment and weapons he’s never even seen before from hidden compartments all around the house.

His dad hated guns.

When Rio finally stops him and demands to know what’s going on, refusing to budge another inch until he has answers, his father sighs, visibly pained by the anger and distrust on his son’s face.

He takes Rio by the shoulders, gentle despite all that’s happened. “Do you trust me?”

Rio looks doubtful. “… Is the person you are still my father?”

“Yes,” his dad says without a moment of hesitation. “Yes, Rio.”

Rio wavers for a moment, but right now all he sees are the earnest, honest eyes of his dad, and he realizes… Yes. He does trust him.

“… Okay,” Rio says, beginning to help pack gear into a duffel bag. “Let’s go.”

—

The kid doesn’t ask any more questions as they head out of town on foot, not even when gunfire starts up several blocks behind them and people start panicking in the streets. They’re at the edge of town when they hear the first explosion and Rio sees his dad’s resolve harden to determination. An old friend of theirs takes them by speeder outside of town; Rio still doesn’t ask questions when his dad leads him to a ship that’s been hidden and well-maintained for over a decade, and eventually the two of them set out to escape off-planet.

They wait in a remote location for other ships and transports to arrive. Rio sees a number beings exit the ramps; there’s a Pantoran woman in a trench coat with a satchel over one shoulder. A mountain of a man in a motley assortment of layers follows her, wearing a visor and partial face mask, accompanied by a droid. Another pilot lands and immediately hops out from the cockpit, sliding down the ladder as a second man follows. The first looks like a stunt racer, dressed in speederbike leathers and boots. The second man looks like a regular lineman, though with a rifle slung across his and a mask covering his features. The pilot unbuckles the strap of his helmet as he joins them, and something about it looks familiar to Rio.

A real, honest-to-gods Mandalorian appears from behind Rio and his dad from the outcropping they’d met at, either having been there the whole time or somehow managing to creep up on them without notice.

The group convenes in a loose circle, and his father removes his hood.

“Lark,” he says, nodding to the woman. “Gentlemen,” he says to the men. “It’s been a while.”

They all look at each other, noticeably glancing at the kid before he says “Rio. My son.”

Slowly, one by one, all of them remove their helmets and masks, and Rio can’t help but look around the circle in astonishment.

Each man there, every one among them for no discernible reason why or how, shares his father’s face.

WIP Ask Game

[seasicksilver]

giggling and kicking my feet

[shivasdarknight]

I've got two snippets I present before ye. The first is on my Dreamwidth, as it's a bit lengthy. It's a snippet from the Ysayle-focused fic/eventual Zadnor fic set during 5.3-5.4. It's the first time she and Estinien speak since HVW, so that's fun :3c

The second is here, which is a section I'm editing rn and really like it (it's sexuality talk and Estinien not really having the language to express the fact that he's a demi-bisexual).

But before she could get a word in to let the question die, he surprised her — silver bangs masking most of his expression.  “Most people don’t interest me, really,” he muttered, lips pulled into a thin line.  “Not as if I haven’t tried; I’ve tried as recently as Kugane, if you’ll believe it.  Nothing...clicks.  No one clicks, nothing feels right.” Surkukteni’s brow furrowed at that.  “As in...romantic interest?” To that, he shook his head.  “Sexual, mostly.  Physical attraction.”  That huff of a laugh of his escaped him, a hand moving to cover the lower half of his face.  From what she could see in the gaps of his snowy hair, his eyes were unfocused — lost in the firelight, or maybe somewhere far beyond Othard.  “I don’t at all understand how you do it, because I am well aware of your flings from what I overheard during our…previous travels, and something Lucia and Hilda both alluded to but never went into detail about.” …Thank the Twelve for that.  “I don’t understand the appeal of it, what you get out of it, how you and others I’ve known keep going back to it — it well escapes me.  …Yet for myself, it only crops up at the worst times, as I’m afraid that I am cursed to fall for those closest to me — and all it’s done is cause me grief.” “And that makes you think you’re cursed?”  That notion troubled her greatly.

[lesbianpikachu]

[gayjunebug]

something something fishing fanatic copypasta

i do not know which ones, but some decisions in life brought me to a point where im drawing capitano with a fish.

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

WIP Friday

Thank you for the tags @whatsnewalycat, @papipascaaaal

Ehhh, soooo... the next chapter of Golden Girl is already over 10,000 words and I still have quite a few scenes to write. So, at the end of this I would like to present to you a poll about how you'd like to receive your Dieter. As payment for your vote, have some Sweets taking Dieter on a trip to the dick sucking factory. It's highly NSFW (obvs).

You’re already sliding down his body when the door shuts. Soft hands trailing over his stomach as you sink to your knees, your fingers working at his belt buckle. “Jesus, baby,” he groans, head falling back against the wall as you free his cock from his pants. He lets out a gasp when you look up at him through your lashes, a coy smile playing on your lips before you take him into your mouth. He’s not a strong man, he’s thought of this so many times throughout the years. Your mouth all over him, not his spit covered palm. The sound of your moans vibrating against his cock as you take him in deeper, not his soft whimpers as he jerks himself off. Your pretty face covered in his cum, not his hand and stomach. Now, his thumbs feel the softness of your cheeks hollowing and sucking him harder. He hears the soft keens mixed with the wet slurp as your tongue swirls around his head. His knees get weak, right as your hand cups his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them. Fuck, he knew you’d be good, just not this good. He can already feel the rush of bliss overtaking his body. He knows he’s leaking into your mouth, and when you pull his cock out of your mouth, slapping it against your tongue, he cums all over you. Your jackets haven’t even been removed, the only sign of anything uncouth happening is his softening dick and your pretty face covered in his cum. He can’t believe his luck, looking down at you smiling wide as you collect a dollop of him on your thumb and suck it off with a sweet “mmm.”

Tagging because I'm just selfish and want to read what everyone's working on: @schnarfer, @mothandpidgeon, @sawymredfox, @justagalwhowrites, @almostfoxglove @secretelephanttattoo, @goodwithcheese, @jolapeno, @maggiemayhemnj, @magpiepills @ace-turned-confused, @wannab-urs, @sp00kymulderr, @quinnnfabrgay-writes, @mountainsandmayhem, @itwasntimethatdidit40

[ofcrowsanddragons]

Hi! For the WIP game, Crow Killer?

Assassin vs. Assassin Veilguard AU (Lucanis/Rook)

See the rest of my WIPs here

Some time after Varric recruits Rook, the Crow gets a letter from their Talon ordering them to meet a Crow contact in a creepy little town in the Free Marches. Everything about this place is disconcerting, from the ever-present fog to the uncanny tingling in the air.

"I wasn't sure I'd find you alive," says Rook, teasing, as they walk to the other assassin's table in the tavern. "Rumour has it that you have the contract on the Crow Killer."

Rook places a bottle of wine on the table along with two goblets, and passes the bottle to the other assassin.

A smirk pulls up the side of their contact's mouth, something too cruel to be called a smile. His brown eyes are cold and assessing. "He's just a man," says the Crow. "We all bleed the same, when it comes down to it."

"Sure," says Rook, "But he's bled almost three full Houses dry as the First Talon tries to stamp out the last of the Dellamortes."

The other assassin subtly smells the goblet and then shakes his head. "My information holds that Lucanis is the only Dellamorte left alive. The Venatori took out Illario during that mess with the Ossuary a few months ago. And here I am, one more Crow on his trail... are you here to take over my contract once the Crow Killer takes me out?"

"Ehhh," says Rook with a vague gesture of their hand. "If you're worried about your sister, I'm sad to say it'll still likely go to her. I've got a different execution hanging over my head."

The man leans forward, interested now. "Then the rumours that you're hunting the Dread Wolf are correct."

"Unfortunately," says Rook, rueful. "By the end of this, either Bolivar will be able to advertise our house as having killed a god, or it won't be my problem anymore."

"Hm," he says, and picks up the bottle to pour. "Then two doomed Crows may as well enjoy a glass of wine together at the end of the world."

Rook laughs, delighted. "Oh, that was a good line, Ser Crow. Is there somewhere you were hoping that the evening might end?"

The man is actually blushing as he hands Rook their own goblet, but his faint smile is a little more real now. "Maybe I just plan to enjoy the good company... Rook." He takes a sip from his own cup. "Sometimes, it's enough to spite the doom hanging over our heads, even if it's only by spilling a little less blood than one might expect."

Above them, in one of the rooms of the inn, the headless body of Rook's contact lay strewn across the floor.

[nubsdolls]

cautioonn!!!,, wip i never finished.. like i wrote this back durin october never finished.. probably wont end up finishing just cuz its kind of ehhh.. but take it while i work on another fic WHILE i work on ANOTHER fic LMFAOO

you fiddled with the cup in your grasp, thoughts of 'where is he?' or 'is he even gonna show?' ran through your head.

he, as in your bestfriend, hobie, had invited you to a halloween party, a little get-together, as you guys werent able to hang a ton due to finals and all that.. (and occasionally him roaming around the city being spiderman.) but nonetheless, you guys were still close, so naturally, when he invited you to come with him, you agreed.

you stood in the corner, away from the large crowd, most people you knew but didnt interact with more than the occasional, "whats the answer for number five?" you usually kept to yourself, had a few friends but you werent quite the quiet kid, sure people knew you here and there but you had few close friends.

tossing the cup away, filled with whatever it was, fruit punch? alchohol? you really couldnt tell, not like you cared much.. as you try reaching for your phone, you struggle with the pockets on the leather bunny costume you wore, hands slipping down the leather, finally, you get to your phone, unlocking it you scroll along the apps.

you suddenly feel a pair of large gloved hands grab onto your waist, you jolt back quickly in instinct, only to discover its some fuckin' idiot in a ghostface costume. your getting ready to blow up on the creep but you suddenly recognize who it is by height, you quickly reach up to take off the mask, and sure enough, its hobie.

"oh god, you shoulda seen ya face." he says inbetween laughs, struggling to make out the words. his features emphasized by the party lighting, the same familiar scent of him, his leather jackets.

i wonder how many wips im gonna conjure up before i genuinely finish a full fic..

[problemduetest4life]

WIP Wednesday

I've been working on a few things, but mostly one-shots! This one's sort of a "redo" of KevJean Interview Fic, but with a different outcome and less focus on the actual interview.

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Jean’s unease only grew as he approached the door. Shadows shifted beneath it, like Kevin was pacing. Before he could second guess himself, Jean shoved the door open and stormed into the room. Kevin turned away swiftly, coughing into his elbow.

“What are you doing?” Jean asked, accusation turning into concern.

“Nothing,” Kevin croaked. “Go. I’ll be right out.”

“No.”

It was out before Jean could think about it. He’d spent the day following orders, he’d spent his life following orders, but in his room, Kevin didn’t get to tell him what to do. Or anywhere else, Jean dared. Kevin gave another shake, his neck twitching. Jean moved to walk around him, but Kevin turned further away. Frustrated, Jean grabbed his arm and wrenched him around.

A bottle of vodka sloshed in Kevin’s grip. Jean didn’t understand what he was seeing. Kevin was red faced with his eyes downcast with the shame of being caught.

“You’re drinking?”

The awe in his voice made him sound childish, but Jean couldn’t help his disbelief. It doubled when Kevin pushed the bottle onto him.

“Have some,” Kevin said.

It wasn’t a large bottle, but half of it was already gone. Jean held on to it just so Kevin couldn’t have any more. If he wasn’t so horrified, he would consider taunting Kevin with it, finally having something he wanted.

~

I decided to give the boys another chance! I chose this quote out of all that I've written for one big reason, I'll expand under the cut (spoilers for the first interview fic)

"It was out before Jean could think about it. He’d spent the day following orders, he’d spent his life following orders, but in his room, Kevin didn’t get to tell him what to do. Or anywhere else, Jean dared."

Whether Jean was brought to this point from pure exhaustion or not, he is laying down important boundaries with Kevin. It's solid, it's there, and more importantly, Kevin is forced to acknowledge it.

In the the "OG Interview Fic" there isn't conflict that expresses Jean's autonomy like this until right before Kevin and Jean sleep together (+ it is debatable how much Kevin recognizes it). However, there is a moment that does the complete opposite earlier on.

“Why was Jean alone with Grayson’s brother?” Kevin snarled. “Who thought that was a good idea? Which one of you let that happen?”

“Jean’s his own person! He can make his own choices!”

“He doesn’t! He doesn’t make his own choices when someone like that comes along — he does what they tell him to!”

There it is folks.

We have Jean acknowledging he can say no to Kevin versus Kevin saying Jean is incapable of doing so (in specific situations but still ehhh).

What will this all mean? We shall see! I hope you enjoyed me yapping about my writing for a second :)

[zannolin]

fic author q&a

tagged by @beautyofsorrow <3

why do you write fanfic?

short answer, because i love it and it makes me happy. longer answer, still that. but it makes other people happy too, sometimes, and especially as i am often writing for nicher series/pairings/dynamics/etc, i love knowing that someday if anyone else likes this obscure silly thing, they can go looking for fic about it and mine will be there waiting for them. also i am immensely unhappy when i'm not writing. i don't think i could live without it. and writing fanfic is fulfilling to me in a way that original work often is not, largely because of the community aspect and the low pressure for it to be marketable or revised or support me as a person or an artist tbh.

which of your posted stories do you think of the most even though the story is "finished"?

mmm tough call. the fey au in the sense that it's the world and plot i am proudest of craft-wise. i worked really hard and i think you can see that it paid off. but other than that i think... i think it might have to be please don't hold me to it right now. because i did it just how i wanted. in a way it's like what my boys in bars series was trying to be but didn't quite reach on the friendship level i think.

if you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

just let yourself write what you want, how you want. you can have flowery prose. you can be weird and vague and metaphorical. you can just write about friends, i promise. and stop looking at your fucking stats.

what's your relationship to fic stats?

well. i think above answers that one lol. i've blocked my ao3 stats. i cannot see hit or kudos or bookmark counts on ANY fics. + i've gotten much better about not expecting anything especially by writing highly niche stuff.

is there a pairing or scenario or friendship that you miss writing? if so, why? if not, why not?

ehhh. the shazamily, to an extent. the shazam fandom is lovely because so many of us are writing family/friendship centric works and that's if not the norm, at least MUCH more common than in other fandoms that i've been in, and i miss that because at heart, i'm a genficcer. i'm a friendshipper. i love platonic and ambiguous relationships so much. so i miss that, but for the most part, i'm actually okay with not writing anything i used to write. that's okay.

what motivates you to write?

i WILL lose my mind if i don't. i can't even elaborate past that like i'll just go bonkers.

why do you write for the fandom(s) you write for?

because i am sick and ill and dying from brainrot and nobody is writing the highly specific content that i crave in the way that i crave it. sometimes there's nothing for the fandom at all, and SOMEBODY's gotta be the change. mostly i'm just like hyperfixated and losing it.

if you're stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

take a break. do other things like jigsaw puzzles and taking walks and reading books. listening to phoebe bridgers on my floor. the usual. it'll pass. the ideas will come when they're ready.

what do you wish people knew about comments?

a genuine comment is never a bother. NEVER. no author that i have ever met is going to be upset at you for commenting on a fic and saying hey i really loved this!!! or something like that. no matter how old that fic is. no matter if the author has moved on, or put it on anon, or hasn't written fanfiction in years. it is never, ever a bother. when i get a comment on a fic that i didn't JUST post, i rejoice. i lie on my floor and i think about how incredible it is that people are still finding, reading, and loving something that i wrote, no matter how bad i think it is now that i've grown into a different person. i have coasted for WEEKS on the fact that someone left me a comment saying i loved this and here's my favorite part. here's why. this made me cry. this made me smile. this reminded me of my best friend. this is how it feels, really, you got it. any of that. all of it. sometimes a fic is me going "is this crazy??" and a comment is someone saying "no, no, it's not, i see it". a comment that takes like two minutes to type can matter for two years just by being like, hey, this mattered to me. plus like 90% of my friendships online have been founded on the basis of commenting on fanfic so you know, rave reviews from me.

maybe there's a question you wish had been on here. what's that question (and answer)? -> is there a fic and/or author who is doing what you want to be doing with your own writing? who/what?

i can yap all day about inspirations but lately, i am haunted by love me on purpose by smoosnoom in terms of themes, emotions, and pure aching; @thcscus in sheer technicality and prose; the pacing, metaphor, and tone in there's daggers in men's smiles, @beautyofsorrow's sensory work in literally Every fic ever + her fic for the barbie zine none of you losers get to read yet; and @blusandbirds' ability to capture visceral emotion so damn vividly and succinctly.

tagging @blusandbirds @transjlawrence @lordgrimwing @pinkgrapefloyd!

[according2thelore]

11, 19, & 33 🤗

hi, darling beloved beth!!

11. Top three tropes that are fine but overrated.

oof...this is hard, lol! i might be controversial here but:

"there's only one bed"--in theory, this concept is fun! but i've never read a book or fic (as i can remember right now) where i think it accomplishes what the author wants it to. sharing a bed is different--i've enjoyed many a bed-sharing fic. but only one bed? ehhh.

crossovers--these have fallen out of favor in recent years, but back in the day these were fanfic bread and butter. it's always just okay. exception: the supernatural/buzzfeed unsolved crossover fic where ryan and shane talk about the samdean murder spree.

sex pollen--i know!!! i'm sorry!!!! sex pollen fics are fun, but they're never the first fic i reach for. these have also become less popular in recent years, but i see still them often.

19. Share a snippet from a WIP without giving any context for it.

"At 11:29 p.m. on October 28th, 2003, Sam Winchester collapses in a bar parking lot. 

His girlfriend, Jessica Moore, barely stops his head from slamming head-first into concrete. She thinks, at first, that he tripped. But when she kneels down next to him, laughing, his eyes are wide. He’s heaving for breath. He’s clutching at his throat. He can’t say anything."

33. Give your writing a compliment.

i think i'm pretty good at writing yearning! i have yearned a lot in my life, and it comes across in my writing. i like how i can capture snippets of really intense emotion. i'm really happy with the work i've put out both this year and last year! i think it's the best work i've ever done. :)

from this ask game here! thank you so much for sending an ask in!!!! these were fun to think about! <3

-lizzy

[sparatus]

ao3 meme

tagged by @omniblades-and-stars thanks daisy!!

tagging uhhh @helila @threewhiskeylunch @commander-krios @thetrashbagswasteland and whoever else wants to

my ao3 is NoisyNoiverns for the record

How many works do you have on AO3?

127. dont look at me.

What's your total word count?

normal amount. 1,365,339.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Broken Mirror - 127 kudos, mass effect, first fic of my no-reapers au

Coffee & Cuddling - 113 kudos, mass effect, shiara fluff piece i wrote for a fandom secret santa back in 2016

The Spectre's Greatest Enemy Is His Niece - 94 kudos, mass effect, kryterius + implied desabrudas, saren is babysitting his niece on the citadel when nihlus turns up. i think this was taniria's first ever appearance actually.

breathe in, breathe out - 90 kudos, mass effect, kryterius, short ask prompt fill

It's Not Like That (Except How It Is) - 83 kudos, mass effect, kryterius + implied desabrudas, yes-reapers au where both saren and nihlus survive me1, series of vignettes of saren insisting he's definitely not in love with nihlus despite all evidence to the contrary as observed by everyone around him

i mean it when i say i used to be an old god of kryterius before i veered off into desabrudas and sparatus/oc content yknow

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

ehhh sometimes i do most times i dont, if a commenter asks a question i definitely will but i have chronic "read the notif and forget to say anything until like 5 years later" syndrome. i do read them all and try to give shoutouts in the longfic a/ns tho

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

oh man that's tough, i dont usually go for angsty endings cause i have So Much Depression to begin with but. probably gonna have to say All We Can Do (mass effect, sparatus/oc), specifically because there really isn't an ending, there's no resolution. the fic focuses on the pain and terror ierian and teia are struggling with watching their new baby fight for her life in the hospital, and we end still there. callie doesn't get better by the end, eri and teia just have to sit in that limbo. i put it in my author's note that cal survives and grows up happy and healthy, but at the point of the ending, the pov characters dont know that and the audience just has to sit there with the ache.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

alright that's harder cause i love me a good happy and/or relieved ending. let's say At the End of the Rainbow (no-reapers desabrudas post-shanxi) cause it's the first one i found while scrolling that definitely i would call a happy positive hopeful ending

Do you write crossovers?

nahhh, ill consider them but ive never written one. m.e. x stellaris tempts me tho

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

people have gotten real mad at exdiff for having a nonbinary protagonist and broken mirror in particular for having a muslim woman who wears hijab in it

also some dude willfully misinterpreted everything i put in serpents in the garden (my m.e. big bang fic, oooh you wanna go read my xenopolitics nonsense so bad) and that upset me pretty bad (the comment is deleted but i still have the screenshot somewhere, basically criticized my entire plot and analysis because he just desperately wanted the councilors to be dumb and incompetent that bad and couldn't accept that i was positing otherwise)

Do you write smut?

not really, at least nothing published. i have a few M-rated fics but i dont go into too much detail it's all non-graphic

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah the original rise & reign and now the rewrite (i swear im still working on it adhd just went wheeee) are co-written with my partner @lightspeedpowerpunk aka xMidnightSun :3

What's your all time favorite ship?

you can't ask me that. if i must choose then probably a four-way tie between desabrudas kryterius barrix and spirian (sparky and my oc for his wife) but are we really surprised by that answer

What's a WIP that you want to finish don't think you ever will?

desperately want to finish uneasy lies the head aka bad end cause its soooo juicy but. dont like rehashing canon events. could just skip ahead to the next fic where it gets Juicy and we really get into the canon deviation but mltdog is necessary to actually set it up

note: i am notoriously stubborn and am hoping that answering bad end here will give me motivation to continue if only because my brain loves proving itself a liar

What are your writing strengths?

character work and worldbuilding, also i'm told my banter and dialogue are really good

What are your writing weaknesses?

TRANSITIONS MY OLD NEMESIS. also i personally hate writing action sequences and struggle a lot with them, i get comments saying i write them well but personally idk how since my experience writing them is "i hate this i hate this just get it over with"

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

don't worry about it.

What's the first fandom you wrote for?

i think. i think soul eater? it was either soul eater or hetalia (nods sadly along to booing), didn't really publish any of it tho cause i was 14 and anxious. it's for the best really

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

one of these days i'm going to pop up with stellaris fic about my custom empire. i tripped and got attached to the spiritualist pacifistic space peacocks. i am tying you to a chair and forcing you all to learn about the cevantian dynastic union against your will.

What's your favorite fic you've ever written?

well that's just rude. gonna cheat and throw down uhhhh 5? 5's a good number

Still on Patrol - turian ocs, naval horror, turian sailors at palaven's north pole encounter an old patrol boat out at the edge of their territory

The Man in the Mask - desabrudas, pre-canon, there's something Off about desolas arterius and valis isn't quite prepared to find out what

Serpents in the Garden - pre-ME1 xenopolitics feat. my pet conspiracy theory. this was my mebb 2023 fic and im still so chuffed with it there's a lot of small notes in this and i still get periodic notes telling me i got people to see the councilors in a whole new light

Prince With a Thousand Enemies - cnclr sparatus backstory, from a small anxious kid growing up in the far north to a baby law student trying to rebuild his self-confidence after abuse to a demigod. if you ever see me say "shayustu in the shatha's den" i'm referencing this. inspired by that one quote from watership down

To Catch a Rabbit - the kryterius murder mystery that started a whole series. saren and nihlus get sent to babysit an interspecies conference and think they're getting a free vacation but oops there's a locked-room murder to solve, and also anita goyle and fedorian and the lady sparatus and macen barro and some others are here. and they both have huge stupid crushes on each other but think it's unrequited because they're so so smart in literally every department except this one.

honorable mention goes to Blood In the Water, because i really did pop off with that one but it's 2nd in a series. i think you could read it without the context of broken mirror but it does have spoilers for that

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Dandy’s world… but sentient??

- Ft: a dumb yet entertaining brainrot au of mine.

Ngl, im genuinely surprised no one has thought of this yet but honestly i wouldn’t blame yall because i wouldn’t have never thought of this if i NEVER had a genshin impact phase LOLLL.

Introducing…Sentient!Dandy’s world, or what I would like to call: SADWAU! Where all of the toons are self aware, basically just the same, but the characters KNOW that you’re playing as them and can hear your voice when you play them + see the chat boxes you send!

This was actually based off an au that people created for genshin, called SAGAU!! Now, if you were or is still a genshin fan and have tumblr, then you’ll- ehhh… 70-80% of yall will know what SAGAU is! Anyways,back to DW!!

Of course, game-accurate, Poppy was the first to notice something was wrong. She kept waking up in the most odd times, moving around- but it wasn’t HER moving, like she was moving out of her will, a puppet on strings. Of course, poppy was creeped out by this, but tried to remain optimistic as she always was anyways. Having being moved to the elevators, descending down to extract machines and avoid twisteds. Poppy was scared. She was aware of how dangerous the twisteds were, they were.. duplicates? Of her friends. Of the others. Of course, no one was ACTUALLY a twisted, the said twisteds were.. copies, i guess.

Now just imagine the horror, the terror, the panicked look on her face when the twisteds were slowly gaining on her while she was on 0 stamina, and being on 1 hear, as the bar showed her. (It confused her at first, wondering what they were until she got scratched by one of the twisteds she encountered.) She didn’t think she would make it. And the voice- oh, right, the voice.. the voice in the back of her head that was panicking with her, the one who carried her through these floors, she couldn’t help but find the voice.. comforting. And.. nice? As the twisteds got to her, she braced herself for the impact… but all she heard was a crunch.. her eyes shut tight, she waited for pain.. but it never came. As she opened her eyes, she was met with the familiar set of.. the lobby. There was no dark soace, no heaven, no hell, just.. she’s back in the lobby, like nothing happened. No injuries, no anything, her body still feeling stiff as ever as she was met again by the countless duplicates of all the other toons, looey, boxten, pebbles, shrimpo, finn.. everyone. She was still forced in this.. position (the position she’s in when you play her), with the voice at the back of her head raging from what happened. What was happening?

(I’ll end it here for now as a wip, i haven’t really thought of this au deeply, soo yea, have fun playing dandy’s world with a new thought of them being self aware!!❤️)