#fcg fic: i love you like an alcoholic

[fictionalcharactergraveyard]

hey! so I have a doc full of all my fics, so you guys should give me a word and i can look up what line has it, and what fic its from!!!

[mehoymalloy]

Fanfic writer interview

Thanks @bluntblade for the tag!

what fandoms do you write in? — Primarily Critical Role, though I hope to get back to Stray Gods and Horizon at some point.

how many words have you published in 2024? — 75,334!

what is your greatest achievement this year? — Even though it is still an unpublished WIP, the Judicator AU, by far!

what are your top three fics you've written this year? — In chronological order (and all Rated E):

Resentful Surrender (Critical Role; Imogen/Otohan)

"Otohan," Imogen mutters, and it's ridiculous how, even now, Otohan's gaze darts right back to her, watching the way Imogen's lips shape their name with such resignation. "Can't you just let me have this one day? One day where I don't have to worry about– everything?" She gestures vaguely to 'everything,' her hand caught somewhere between the two of them even as it's tossed about in frustration—Otohan, Imogen, them, this. This feels like a concession Otohan shouldn't grant. And yet, all it takes is one long moment wherein those eyes remain locked and unwavering on Otohan's own, and Otohan does grant it—the slow rise and fall of their shoulders resembling a retreat, the stiff nod they offer something like surrender. --- Or: Otohan does not cope well with surrender.

a craving, not a crush (Critical Role; Dancer/Imogen)

“This always work for you, Dancer?” Imogen asks softly. “Get a girl a drink and next thing you know they fall into bed with you?” “Only if I get real lucky,” she says. Metallic fingers find Imogen’s hand where it rests against the table, slowly skimming up her arm and over her shoulder. Imogen can hear the dull whir of working machinery as Dancer carefully plucks a loosened strand of hair from her small side braid and tucks it behind her ear. Then she leans in a little closer, and the spiced scent of alcohol on her breath is more pleasant than it has any right to be. “And I gotta say”—chilled fingertips draw up goosebumps in their wake as Dancer gently drags them down the side of Imogen’s neck—“I’m feelin' pretty damn lucky.” --- Or: Long after the dust settles, Imogen and Dancer reminisce about FCG over drinks and then spend the night together.

Short Circuit (Critical Role; Imogen/Otohan), @inomakani and I's first installation of our Poly Bells Hells Cyberpunk 2077 AU series called 'Night City, Neon Hearts'

“Thought you weren’t interested in upstart crews.” “Not the lot of you, no—but the 'runner primarily responsible for breaching Night Corp’s firewall, yes,” Anvil says, lifting their hand and pointedly tucking a lock of hair behind Imogen’s ear. Then fingertips skim down her jaw and abruptly apply pressure. Imogen inhales sharply, eyes widening in surprise and repressed outrage as Anvil forcibly tilts Imogen’s chin to the side, overtly examining the three ports clustered together along the side of her skull. Like hell Imogen’s letting this bitch anywhere near Laudna. --- Or: Imogen and an infamous fixer of Night City deal in favors and clenched fists.

what was your biggest pit of despair moment? — When I took a lengthy break from the Judicator AU despite how much I love it to let the brain recharge! I miss my blorbos in every universe at all times simultaneously.

what have you learned? — The prior-mentioned Pit of Despair moment definitely helped me learn to enjoy the process more than the product when it comes to writing, especially when that process means collaborating with wonderful friends!

did you beta any fics? any faves you want to shout out? — Two that I recall (after a timely reminder lol), and I highly recommend both!

@lavendertheys' push her back, pull me in

“I can’t believe this is real,” Imogen manages, brushing her lips across Laudna’s cheek and exhaling a hot puff of air against Laudna’s lips. “I can’t believe I—” She swallows loudly. “I have you all to myself.” Laudna’s hum of agreement fills the minimal space between them. “No prying eyes. No listening ears. What should we do about that,” she wonders aloud, “do you think?” “I got some ideas,” Imogen breathes as her nails dig into Laudna’s shoulder blades. She arches into the added pressure and buries her fingers in Imogen’s hair. “Imogen, darling…” Laudna husks, then traces the pad of her thumb along Imogen’s bottom lip. “I’d really like to hear them.” (Somft Smut for ep103. Title from "All You Wanted" by Sounds Under Radio.)

@sasseffect3's Predathos!Imogen before it became canon fic: I'd burn the world for you

Sheer power radiates in waves, along with a steadily increasing throbbing at Laudna’s temples, as the figure unfurls and stretches out in full display. And all she can think is— “Beautiful,” Laudna breathes. - When Laudna goes down in battle, Imogen turns to her absolute last resort.

what three fics have you read this year that you love? — Oh god I do not read fic often but of what I have read, it's gotta go to:

@foibles-fables' Talnaloy BEAN fic, entering light

They’re not as fragile as you think, Zo had assured her years ago upon her obvious initial hesitation to hold Vel. Go on, you won’t break her. And while she was right, this is different. This isn't about breaking. Not exactly. - What is the child, but a Mother’s hope that takes flight? With her newborn daughter, Aloy begins to learn.

@lavendertheys' fanfic of my fanfic (and what made us friends because they busted up in my DMs at 6am to tell me all about the idea), falling, fading, i'll do 'bout anything

“Laudna?” she pants, broken and strained as she tries desperately to catch her breath. “Letters?” Tears burning as they fall, vision staying blurry even after she blinks the moisture away, she needs help, she needs help, she’s going to die, she needs— “Put pressure on it.” Imogen doesn’t have it in her to be jarred by Otohan’s voice as it floats through her muddled consciousness.

And Ima expose myself with this one (tho y'all already know I like to ship fucked up stuff) but killingcve's homecoming song (all gone wrong) because I watched Sharp Objects and it rewired my brain a lil bit

Names flit behind her eyes. Marian. Amma. Adora. Natalie. Anne. Mae. Alice. Camille. She holds Amma, still knuckle-deep inside her. Naked body pressed against her half-clothed own. A precious, filthy, ugly little thing. Her homecoming queen. - or: ammille car sex, but this time it's on LSD

what ideas are percolating for next year? — TOO MANY. I hope to finish drafting and start editing/posting Judicator AU, not to mention continue working on the 'Night City, Neon Hearts' series. There's also @maddytrout and I's multiple AU ideas and multi-chap fics (Escort AU and the Killer Cop AU being the big two). And that's not even mentioning just plain 'ole Me's stuff: the sequel for Let Me Lay Waste to Thee and a Grace/Athena longfic being the two I really wanna get back to eventually. With that said, I'm sure many random oneshot ideas will grab hold of my brain and refuse to let go until they're written, so we shall see!

who do you want to thank? It goes without saying, but I of course can never say it enough: thank you Ino for being my best friend and creating wonderful worlds together with me. Also: thank you Maddy for barreling into my life and adopting me as your introvert friend. Thank you @immult for continuously infecting me with random rarepair ideas and unhinged situations to explore.

tagging: all of the above, as well as @pegasuswriter and @peridaniel