#fic prompt march madness 2024

[eurydicees]

hey besties!!! as you may or may not know, it is currently march madness! it's like a sports thing or smth. idk. i just like making brackets. SO submit a character/situation here for me <33333

top two winners of bracket #1 are getting smushed into the main pairing for a fic, the premise of which will be the winner of bracket #2. sorry for the influx of posts but also i'm not that sorry, please submit.

[porcelainmortal]

2024 Fic Writing Roundup

This is so fun!! Thanks for the tags, @cha-melodius @firenati0n, @onthewaytosomewhere, and the open tag @caterpills.

Getting to this late because I wanted to wait until my final fic of the year went live. I posted fics every month except January, which I'm super proud of. I've posted 27 fics (86 if you count ficlets and drabbles separately) with a total word count of 218,348, which is INSANE to me!! Especially knowing how many unfinished WIPs curently live on my Drive (around 80k worth) 🫣 AND the fact that before joining this fandom, I hadn't written much in many, many years.

So let's dive in!

JANUARY

busy writing but no posting!

FEBRUARY

a valentine for Alex (rated E | 1,968 words) post-canon Valentine's Day smut with lots of feelings when the curtains call the time (rated E | 27,916 words) angsty college au exes-to-lovers (no, not that one) with a bit of a love triangle being enough (rated T | 551 words) post-canon conversation re: Alex's bisexuality and Henry's insecurity handy for a handyman (rated E | 6,329 words) handyman!Alex part 1 - Alex is working construction at Henry's brownstone; Henry panics when he sees Alex shirtless and wishes he would pound something aside from the carpet

MARCH

a brit in Brooklyn (rated E | 6,689 words) handyman!Alex part 2 - Alex and Henry go on their first real date, feelings move in it happened on a lake (rated E | 18,967 words) Alex is at the family lake house, Henry is renting the house across the cove; when David assists in a meet cute, sparks fly - but how can a vacation fling possibly last??

APRIL

falling in a 5+1 (rated E | 10,600 words) handyman!Alex part 3 - five times Alex is unsure how Henry feels about him, and one time he knows the song of alex & henry (rated T | 1,062 words) firstprince reads TSOA; lots of feelings ensue

MAY

why do you call me baby? (rated M | 3,625 words) Alex figures out he's bi, decides to sow his wild oats, and meets Henry, who swiftly ruins all his plans Vegas, Baby (rated M | 12,735 words) Alex and Henry meet in Vegas, get drunk, and get married! Small complication: Henry lives in London and doesn't even know Alex.

JUNE

move your body (rated E | 2,500 words) post-canon dancing and smut inspired by the song "Lube" by Adam Lambert (I blame the Discord server) Saturdays are for the boys (rated E | 1,813 words) more post-canon smut, posted as the fandom's 10,000th fic! find me here and speak to me (rated E | 13,131 words) Alex is happily married when he meets his soulmate Henry Friday, i'm in love (rated E | ficlets) a collection of ficlets from Ficlet Fridays - 23 in total posted between June and September.

JULY

perineyum (rated E | 2,500 words) Alex tricks Henry into trying a stupid wellness trend; the result is introspective rimming, outdoors edition

AUGUST

take my hand and let it spin (rated T | 1,000 words) a collection of drabbles - 10 in total - written for Tumblr prompts! right here, right now (rated E | 3,333 words) a night out dancing with a coworker/friend turns into a bisexual speed run and fun, playful smut the bartender and the blond (rated M | 9,999 words) slow burn romance

SEPTEMBER

i'm known for giving love away (rated E | 16,866 words) shy, sheltered Henry celebrates his 25th birthday with a visit to the strip club and best friend/wingman ever Pez buys him a lap dance with Alex Claremont-Diaz, part-time stripper and full-time law student cool for the summer (rated M | 1,500 words) drinking + teasing = relationship

OCTOBER

Freaktober (rated E | 14,475 words) my version of Kinktober with a Halloween twist! 20 smutty fics over 25 days. WHEW!! faith, trust, and pixie dust (rated M | 5,810 words) when Alex convinces his roommate Henry to dress in a couples' costume for the annual Okonjo Foundation Fundraising Gala, love confessions are inevitable

NOVEMBER

mad love. (rated E | 31,313) college au, exes-to-lovers angstfest with a happily ever after and a yummy topping of smut (including bottom Alex!) smutsgiving 2024 (rated E | 100 word drabble) a smutty drabble that's mostly feelings

DECEMBER

wrapped up in music & lyrics (rated M | 1,000 words) Spotify Wrapped drabbles, lots of angst and sadness, all canon-compliant, 10 in total what if we just fall? (rated E | 4,565 words) Alex and Henry are roommates who occasionally share a bed and apparently, feelings for each other... it's a smutfest, folks wrapped in red (rated M | 4,029 words) post-canon Christmas vignettes through the boys' first ten years together

A MASSIVE thank you to everyone who read, kudos'd commented, reblogged, etc. - all of that interaction kept me going. This year was hard and I only made it through bc of this fandom and all my new friends. ILY all. 💕

An open tag as always, but also tagging below the cut!!

@anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517 @cricketnationrise @faketrex

@freyjaexplores @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @iboatedhere @inexplicablymine

@kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @myheartalivewrites @nocoastposts @priincebutt

@rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow @tailsbeth-writes @thesleepyskipper

@theprinceandagcd @thighzp @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL OF YOU!! ✨

[in-my-loki-feels]

2024 Writing Roundup

Thank you for tagging me @blackbirdofasgard and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening! <3 This got a little long so I'm not going to tag anyone at the end, but feel free to join in if you see this!

Lokius: 16 fics, 7 drabble-ish stories, 181,714 words (with an additional 24,287 words posted to tumblr)

February

Like You Mean It - M, Loki/Mobius, Prezdoki AU (technically)

Beg Me For It - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

The beginning of the Bad Things 'verse, and my descent into rare pair madness. 😂

March

No Time For Love, Dr. Bones - T, President Loki/Dr. Indianapolis Bones

April

Let Me See You - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

May

Sweeten the Pot - T, Loki/Mobius

June

Out in the Open - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

July

My Mind's Aflame - E, Loki/Mobius/President Loki

August

Where You Belong - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

Just Like Runaway Horses - E, Loki/Mobius, Cowboy AU

October

Intoxicated, Calculated - E, Loki/Mobius

A Desperate Play for Control - E, Loki/Mobius, Avengers AU

November

Love in Every Cup - G, Loki/Mobius

A Break in the Routine - E, Loki/Mobius

More Than Your Broken Pieces - M, Loki/Mobius, Avengers Loki x Mr. Tesseract

December

In A Fever 'Til the End - E, Loki/Mobius, Cowboy AU

I'll Be Anything You Need - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

Drabble-ish writing (written for Wanksgiving and Wanksmas)

More

Lovely

Perfect

Convincing

Well-Behaved

The Mistake

Lace

Honorable mentions to other fandoms under the read more!

Sharperton (Benedict Bridgerton/Thomas Sharpe)

Thank you @silentxsymphony for being the catalyst to writing this ship! I've had so much fun discussing these two with you. 💖

Society's Expectations

Shall We Dance?

There are a few more tidbits with them in the Sharperton tag, including the ask prompt that started it all!

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, MDZS

How to Shred Trails (and win hearts)

so much that it hurts

Frosthawk (Loki/Clint Barton)

Left Wanting

WHEW! That's a lot of writing. The total for all fandoms was 197,764 words.

I feel incredibly lucky to have found the Loki fandom when I did because all this writing was helping me cope with a shit year. I hope circumstances improve in 2025, but I also hope I can keep writing so I can share the ideas currently crowded in my brain. 😊💚🧡

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (51)

Part 1 - Part 48 / Part 49 / Part 50 / 

Created: March 27th, 2024

Last Checked:------

Love is a Growing Up-WinterWednesday (ao3) Summary: Everlark canon universe. Katniss and Peeta must come to terms with their daughter growing up. Girl toastbaby's 18th birthday. Love the Sunrise-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss doesn’t like being jealous, but Peeta has a way of reassuring her about his devotion Making Regrets-FanficAllergy, RoseFyre (ao3) Summary: Not everything goes according to plan. Especially not where Johanna Mason is concerned. Melancholy and Infinite Sadness-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: A place to put some horror prompts from tumblr and other creepy little things. Also, I may add older horror drabbles to this list in the name of conciseness. ;) Memories in Winter-Hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s alone with only memories to warm him on a cold winter night. Until the phone rings. Missed Signs (Or Growing Suggestive Plants Together-Oakfarmer, I Hope You Ain't Mad I Borrowed Your Title)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: When lots of phallic shaped items start showing up around the Everdeen/Mellark Household post-Mockingjay, Peeta and Katniss are slightly oblivious to their implied meaning. Haymitch sets the pair on the right track. Mockings-HalfHope, thesweetnessofspring (ao3) Summary: The year: 2010. The anticipation for the conclusion of the story of the girl on fire: Immeasurable. The fandom: Barely holding onto their sanity. This fanfic: Written to provide laughter in the insanity, turned out to be a pretty good time capsule. This is a parody of Mockingjay fan theories I wrote back in July of 2010. If you're curious what discourse in the fandom was like prior to Mockingjay's release, take a read! Mother of Pearl-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: The pearl means everything. Mrs Hawthorne-kismet4891(ff) Summary: One shot, M, AU: "I know that he is eighteen and just a kind boy helping his widowed neighbor, but that doesn't stop me from caressing between my thighs with thoughts of him on my mind." Everlark participating in a May/December romance Mutt-Falafel_Waffel (ao3) Summary: They said it was an extension of the Human Genome project… They lied.

[deepperplexity]

Prompt 5: Open Doors [A2]

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Continuation of: Prompt 1. December Moon [A1]

A/N: Time to continue the very first fic of Rickmas 2024 - this will not go as you think 👀 I surprised myself when I wrote this and just allowed it to flow. As I mentioned previously, I am letting things just come as they please this year and I write whatever pops into my head (with the previous parts in mind of course) but yeah, this took a turn 😂

I hope you'll love it and have a good time despite the teeny tiny smidge darker theme of this fic - we'll get to see our dear Colonel again but perhaps not in a manner we had thought, or hoped. Happy reading darling! ❤❤

Tags/TW’s: Pining, Longing For Him, Threat of Forced Marriage To Unwanted Man, Family Fight, Loss, Fear, Crying, Anxiety, Panic Attack, Running Away

Word Count: 2.5k

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Open Doors

It had been four days since the ball, since I met him. Colonel Brandon. Thursday had never been a day I liked or disliked, yet this day seemed exceptionally dreary. The sky loomed above — dark with winter clouds — and no matter what I found to occupy myself with it inevitably led my mind back to the colonel.

The book of poems? His eyes. The soft sound of piano strings? Hi voice. The flickering candles? The golden details of his coat. Even the delicious tomato soap had managed to take the same shade as his coat when it was supposed to be a much brighter red.

“This is delicious,” I whispered to myself. Miss Abel topped off my wine glass at that exact moment. “Cook added beet juice, Miss.” Her words explained the shift in colour. “Tell cook I loved it,” I said and she nodded with a soft smile of her own. “Have you seen Father?” I continued. “No, Miss.” I sighed, sifting the spoon through the soup. “He has yet to speak with me, says he will not utter a word until I declare what man has asked for my hand.” “Well, excuse me for saying so, Miss, but there are many eligible men whom—” “A hand I have accepted, I should add.” The only one I could even… Yet he evaporated in snow and has already left his estate on another worldly escaped according to the ever-flowing gossip.

I rose so fast that my chair screeched against the floor. “I am done with this,” I declared to the maid, the butler, and the kitchen maid who carried a large tray with freshly baked bread into the room. This had been my life since Mother’s death. A lonely, quiet, uneventful existence with my father in mourning — it was not the life I had lived and was not the life I wished to live.

I marched toward Father’s office, my dress raised by my hands and the many candles and lanterns along the walls cast several shadows of me in every direction. I was going to tell him to stop this mad search for a husband, to live with me and take solitude in my future being secure and my heart whole — not ravaged or broken by an unloving and dreary husband.

I raised my hand, ready to knock, when my father’s quiet crying reached me. The sobs, the whining moans of sorrow and worry palpable through the wooden door painted white, and my hand stayed. I could not disturb hi, or enter his office when he was in such a state. Any proud man would be appalled to be seen in such a state. No, I am his daughter and I have seen him cry before. Mother’s passing had been hard on us all.

I knocked softly. “Father?” I asked, grabbing the golden handle of the door as the room beyond went quiet. “I am entering now.” And I pushed it down before forcing the door open in a slow movement. “Calli, my wonder,” Father said, wiping at his eyes in a hurry. “Have you decided on—” I sighed deeply. “Marrying a man will do us no good, Father. I am capable on my own and a husband would only increase the risks of my future heritage to be—” Father roared. A savaged, frustrated, spine-stiffening shout that had my mouth locking up in an instant. Never had I seen him angered to such a degree. “There is no heritage!” he shouted, his hands banging down on his desk — laden with papers. “There is nothing that will protect you when I die!” he continued while looking at me with horrendously wide eyes, deepened by fear and wrath. At me, or life, I could not tell.

My heart stuttered. “W-what? But we are well off and our estate is—” “Being claimed as collateral when the new year comes,” he whispered, sinking into his chair as nothing but a heap of defeat. “There are no more lands, no more money, our lands were wiped clean…” “Wiped… Father, what are you talking about?” Fear made my mouth thicken. “Our lands—” “Claimed.” “Our yearly—” “Gone.” “But our estate—” Father banged his hands on the desk, stood, and leaned over it to glare at me with those fear-filled eyes I had never seen the likes of before. “The last thing we have, and the wagers for all shall dry up come mid-January.”

I gasped, my breath coming in heavy pants. “But…” “Calliope, my Calli, you must marry while the ruse remains intact. Before our poverty turns public knowledge.” Public— I didn’t even know?! “How long have you known?” My voice was meek, quiet, hurt. “You must marry, this month, before the year is out,” he said, avoiding my question. “Mr Hilliard has asked for your hand, and I will accept. I cannot give you any further—” “No!” I shouted, dread slipping down my spine. “I’ll never marry that man!” “You shall and you will!” Father roared, but his voice was held taut by anguish. “You cannot make me—” “If I had a choice, I would not. You know I would see you marry for love, as…” “You will doom me to a loveless life? For your lacking?” I asked. The words were cruel, the sentiment behind them equally so. My father’s eyes reflected the hurt they caused. “You will marry me off to die a slow, painful, cold death under a man the opposite of any I would ever have wished to—” “ENOUGH! Get out! Out!” he snarled as tears streamed down my cold cheeks and the world had turned upside down beneath my feet.

I bolted out of the room, taking off in a panicked rush down the long hallway, and swallowed my cries in an effort to suck air into my constricted lungs. We were poor, soon broke and cast out, and the life I had lived — had envisioned to have — was a shattered glass bowl beneath my pounding feet taking me to the unknown in a flurry of hurt.

Father had lied. My life turned into a fraud. I would have to fraud myself to a wealthy husband to be safe and protected. The deep sound of his voice reverberated in my mind. The depth of his shielded, soft eyes was an endless pool my heart wished to drown within. In the madness, the hurt, the chaos unravelling every spool of carefully laid thread weaving my life together he turned into my loss. My loss of everything. The harsh words I’d spewed, the way my heart had fluttered and my stomach tightened in his company, it had been the one chance my heart had had — and that chance was now irrevocably lost to the cold light of the December moon in our frozen gardens.

I will not see them bloom in spring… The thought was shattering. I did not care for wealth, fancy gardens, or giant estates with a servant for every need — I did care for safety, protection, and a life where the comfort of the arts was never lost. Those comforts, that safety, were only afforded to the affluent.

I ran down the sweeping stairs dressed in a golden carpet, the giant walls of the state seemed to grow around me — towering as I spun around at the base of the stairs. The ceiling seemed to head toward the sky, the walls and floor morphing to abandon me. The eyes of the statues, the paintings, they seemed to watch me with malevolent abandon.

I gulped and spun, my red dress flaring out like a parasol unable to catch me should I plummet out of good grace, and my pulse roared like a thousand waterfalls in my ears. I panted, losing my breath as the walls and ceiling stopped for the mere blink of an eye. I gasped, looking up in fright as my panic soared. They plummet toward me, attacking from all sides while stealing any chance of breath. I shrieked and ran toward the giant mahogany doors — throwing all my weight against the heavy wood.

“Let me out!” I screamed, pushing down the handle and slamming myself against the door. “P-please,” I wheezed. “Let me out!” I jerked on the handle and the door glided up as I felt the ceiling’s wish to crush me.

Throwing myself outside, I stumbled and tumbled down the stone stairs. My body thudded along as I rolled in a heap of trembling limbs. The snow dampened my landing and I scrambled up, scratching at the snow-covered ground to get myself up. I stumbled forward while rising, panting and heaving when looking back at the looming estate — it seemed to lean toward me, the gaping hole of the door a giant mouth wishing to swallow me up. I ran toward the stables, my mind not working but my panicked heart seemed to direct my body by pure remembrance.

The doors were open and I hurried inside, finding my horse in her box with her halter on. I unhooked and threw away the lead keeping her in place. My shaking fingers grabbed her mane and I heaved myself atop her bare back. She whinnied and stomped her hooves, my errant state leaking into her.

I whimpered a cry as fear hurled through me. I would lose her as well. Steering her around I urged her out of the box, the stable boy came running with a broom in his hand. “Miss Hay—” “MOVE!” I shouted in a panic as Marrygold set off out of the box, down the wide hall with boxes on each side, jacked up on my fear. The stable boy threw himself into a pile of hay with a curse as I surged forward and out through the open doors.

I held on to her mane, squeezing with my legs to remain seated as she galloped toward the giant gates, snow spraying around her hooves and my dress covering her behind like a drape of blood. I cried and leaned forward, my only thoughts being those of a painful future and broken promises of love.

⁛•⁛

My breaths stuttered, the biting wind attacked from all sides as Marrygold walked along through the forest buried in snow, and I slumped atop her, hanging like a lifeless doll with nothing but my beating heart and shivers to tell me otherwise.

Marrygold neighed loudly as my hands lost their grip on her main, hanging on each side of her wide shoulders. The warmth of her, and the thickness of my dress, kept me from completely freezing to death but my energy dwindled. Ice sat in my lashes and hair, the soft swirls and pinned curls since long loosened by my mad dash and pulling branches we’d galloped through.

“W-what do.. I do… Marrygold..?” I panted, resting the side of my face against her neck and mane. A whimpered breath slipped past my numb lips as I closed my eyes and let her carry me wherever she wished. Her steady steps and the crunch of snow took over the panicked racing of my blood and an eerie stillness descended over me. I allowed her steady breaths to calm me, to ease the pain and comfort the broken within me that nothing could ever heal.

Marrygold neighed and huffed, stopping for a moment. I took a slow peak — struggling to wake when the cold numbed me — of where we were, seeing only a sweeping grassland covered in snow that sparkled under the early night’s moon. Hours had passed since my raged escape from my home. I closed my eyes again as my horse began to walk once more.

We moved down a slope, the tilt of her body enough to tell me, and she neighed once more. I thought I heard something, but only the sound of crunching snow filled my ears along with her deep breaths. She neighed again. “It will all be good,” I whispered tiredly. “Somehow, I’ll keep you…”

The sound of hooves in a gallop reached my ears. Faint, in the distance, and off-beat with Marrygold’s walking. It became louder and I struggled to open my eyes, lifting my head sluggishly. There, in the distance with a large estate and tree line as a backdrop was a silhouette, someone atop a horse racing toward us. Father? But no, the estate’s shape behind was unknown to me and the silhouette of a man and horse was different.

I grabbed at the mane, endeavouring to sit myself up straight, but I was weak and cold to the bone. My hands lost their grip and I fell back down toward her neck, losing my balance and sliding toward one side slowly — my legs unable to excerpt any strength to hold. It happened in a few seconds yet my sluggish brain told me it took an eternity.

I slid off her back and fell toward the thick blanket of snow below. I saw her golden-coated legs before landing on my side. The snow blocked my view and I blinked to get it out of my eyes as I tried to heave myself up on my elbows, shaking my head so the blond tendrils whipped about — half stiffened by frozen tears in some places.

“MISS!” came the rumble of my dreams, my heart’s lost dream. I looked up but Marrygold’s legs blocked my view. “It can’t be,” I whispered as the legs of a midnight black horse came into view. “Miss!” the deep rumble of Colonel Brandon called again, fright in his baritone voice, as the sound of galloping hooves came to an abrupt halt and I nearly slumped on my trembling arms. But he’s away, I had time to think before the man rounded my horse and grabbed me.

Soft but frightened eyes found mine, wide shoulders and a high top-hat blocked the view of the world as strong hands rasped my arm and neck before lifting me up, out of the snow. “Miss—” his eyes widened in shock “—Miss Haymnick, what on earth—” “Colonel?” I whispered, feeling tears well anew as he held me up and placed a leg beneath my back. He nodded. “My lady, what are you doing out here?” he asked but before I had time to respond he continued in haste. “You are blue. By the lord, what have been done to you?” he asked but his tone asked for no answer.

He rose with me in his arms, my body shivered and shook but it was half from the cold and half due to him. My heart was in shambles, unable to make heads or tails of the world when he held me close despite him being the loss my heart had been torn over. In his strong arms, my body gave way to the cold and the tiredness. “Stay with me,” he urged from far away as my feet dangled. “Miss Haymnick, stay awake.”

I tried, I tried with all the strength I had — but, my mind wondered if this was merely the last hurrah before a cold death all alone with only the hallucination of him for comfort. Surely, he could not be here when he was supposed to be out in the world and far out of my reach. If that was true, I would welcome the false warmth and the trickster of a heart that pounded widely for him even in my losing battle of consciousness would not find me fighting against it.

To Be Continued...

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NEXT PART » Prompt 11: Out Of Reach [A3]

A/N: Well, that got hectic and deep and slightly dark 👀 I do looooove a dramtaic reunion though 🤭🙈 What are we thinking? Can we get these two together now perhaps? ❤

Also, happy Thursday darling! Any plans for the weekend? ❤ I'm about to head off to the library (job number two) and then I'll hopefully have some time this evening to finish tomorrow's fic so it's ready for you guys as early as possible 🥰 This weekend will probably be a mix of family time, writing, and gaming - throw some cleaning in for good measure 😅

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[drarrydisabilityfest]

It's That Time of Year Again...

Drarry Disability Fest 2024

Welcome Back to the 2ND YEAR of Drarry Disability Fest (2024)!

For those who don't know, Drarry Disability Fest is a fest dedicated to the accurate representation of disabilities, d/Deafness, medical conditions, and mental illness; Drarry Disability Fest is the first of it's kind. In this fest there will be no romanticism of disability (though romance will definitely be present elsewhere), instead we want our artists and writers to focus on accurate depiction - whether it be of the sad, mad, or glad times of disability and mental illness.

Our goal is to add diversity to the Drarry fic and fanart community, and we firmly believe that while disability and mental illness can be very difficult to handle, they do not mean that we're destined to a life of inaction and solitude; we are an empowered community.

All the mods for this fest are disabled/mentally ill to some extent, and have experience with a variety of additional disabilities to ensure that we have maximum ability to give feedback and filter prompts to the best of our ability.

We would also like to say that everyone's experience with mental illness and disability is different, so if you end up reading a depiction of your illness or disability that differs from your own, please accept that we do our best to filter the media in this fest so that it is safe for disabled readers, and remember that every different experience with a condition is valid.

This fest will not be anonymous, and we're posting to the fest AO3 Collection in July as that is Disability Pride Month. This year we are starting everything slightly earlier so that all you beautiful creators have more time to create, so follow our tumblr and join our discord sever to be sure you don't miss anything.

Anyone may prompt to this fest, even if you don't plan to create anything, however we will be filtering your prompt submissions on the AirTable to ensure they are sensitive to the disability/mental illness you are wishing to see depicted.

You don't need to be disabled to write about disabilities, but please do your research, ask questions from disabled sensitivity readers, and if you're ever unsure our wonderful mods Ceylon, Rowan, and Kel are happy to help. We have a wordcount minimum of ~1000 or equivalent. This means if you're not doing a written piece then put in the effort equivalent in your digital fanart, podfic, or other media. We do not accept videos at this time.

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[trulybetty]

sunday in review | I

hello.

I took an unexpected hiatus from this before Christmas - my time, responsibilities and health have shifted in the last couple of months and with several spinning plates, something had to give. But I'm trying it out again - we'll see how it goes, let me know if you have any feedback!

writing habits.

plotted: - Javi P. x reader for Kel’s ‘Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge’ - Dieter x reader for Kate’s ‘Brandi Carlise Drabble Challenge’

worked on (i.e. jumped into and maybe added like three words, it's been a week): - Sequins!Joel x Reader - Tim x Cagney - Salt Water (I’m determined this will see the light of day at some point this year) - Angsty Dieter x Reader - x3 Lucien x Reader (this man has rotted my brain) - Texas Hold ‘Em anthology

on the blog this week.

handwritten asks which I’m slowly working my way through so the perfectionist in me isn’t awoken lol. If you’ve come across it I said I’d keep it up until Sunday, but if you want to drop an ask I’ll answer any extras that come through

march madness | 2024 I knew the full 63 was a lofty goal for me, my time to read fanfiction is now at odds with my time to write and that window has slowly gotten smaller. So I’ve been trying to squeeze in time to read where I can (list to be uploaded later)

what I read.

The One (Dieter) @schnarfer

Let Me Lay Down Beside You (Joel) @jomiddlemarch

Bookworm (Marcus P.) @write-down-your-dreams

easy like Sunday morning (Dieter) @gnpwdrnwhiskey

Delta Landscaping - Chapter 15 (various Pedro characters) @rhoorl

what I watched.

Road House - this movie knew the assignment

Lioness - so many ideas involving Frankie running through my head

9-1-1: Lone Star - watched for Liv Tyler, somehow staying for Rob Lowe, I don't know who I am

what made my dash happy.

There’s another Frankie Cat in the wild!

Heidi’s Joel AU moodboard

Mel’s Javi edit, who’s coming bar hopping?

celebrating.

Lolabee's 1 Year of Fic Celebration: 5th-7th April

fanfic throwback. this is where I go back into my read list and pick one at random to share - because all fic shouldn't be relegated to the archives after they've been shared.

Glass by @idolatrybarbie marcus pike and prompt no. fifteen— “is there anything we can do?” “we won’t be doing anything."

what was on repeat.

coming in under the wire was beyonce | cowboy carter 🙌

hope you're having a great Sunday! Let me know what you're up to in the comments 💕

[hey-august]

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[bluestar22x]

My March Fic Madness 2024 Masterlist

@the-blind-assassin-12

I'm posting this now because I don't see myself reading much of anything else before the end of the month. I made it to 37 out of the goal of 63 fanfics.

I definitely read more than 63 chapters but counting that felt like cheating, so here's the list of fanfics I read at least one chapter of this month (or read the whole oneshot):

Dieter Bravo

Curls by @farawayfromwanting

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Notes With Dieter by @nerdieforpedro

Din Djarin

a real apology by @mellowswriting

I Still See You by @dindjarindiaries

Frankie Morales

Adrift With You by @morallyinept

Always Here For You @pedroscurls

Do Me Yourself by @undercoverpena

Home by @burntheedges

Let's Get Lost by @thelightsandtheroses

Love Is A Substance by @novemberrain-writes

Love Language Prompt by @trulybetty

Midnight Strikes Where Is My Prince by @undercoverpena

Stages Of Growth by @legendary-pink-dot

What Have I Done by @trulybetty

Ezra

In So Many Words by @alwaysbethewest

Comet Prompt by @morallyinept

Helianthus by @morallyinept

Jack Daniels

Pink Cadillac Prompt by @trulybetty

Ribbons Prompt by @trulybetty

Javier Pena

Bonding by @javierpena-inatacvest

Favours Repaid by @pascalispretty

My Little Girl by @theewokingdead

Joel Miller

Honey Stained Hands by @undercoverpena

Mine by @secretelephanttattoo

Northern Lights by @morallyinept

Rise by @sp00kymulderr

Untitled by @aurorawritestoescape

y2k by @covetyou

Lucien Flores

Not Without You @musings-of-a-rose

Marcus Pike

Envelope Prompt by @trulybetty

let the stormy clouds chase by @5oh5

Second Chances by @pedroscurls

Something New by @ezrasbirdie

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight by @whataperfectwasteoftime

The Ghost Of You by @write-down-your-dreams

Pero Tovar

Indebted by @morallyinept

[phaerlax]

Looking back at 2024 writings~ ✍️

Thought I'd have my own go at those "a year in art" things that artists do! I wrote something every month this year! Usually multiple somethings. There were a lot of fan events, huh. Here are the highlights... (The underlined things are links btw)

January: 🧪🌈🐍 supervised sex for science

This fic was way more popular than my average! The perks of not writing about GaruKaru... but evidently that allure did not hold me back for the rest of the year lmao I wrote this for a 2023 secret santa, but the deadline was until January and I only started in January, so it counts. I had fun with the fic, even though it's a bit outside of the 'written for sexual gratification' zone I usually go for.

February: 🐺🦈🎁🐺 Blade b-day bonanza

For the Blade birthday fanweek, I wrote this story wherein Garu and Karu give him a cute present. Then they fuck (unrelated). The main thing I like about this in retrospect is how I depicted Karu somehow failing to top someone who is clearly ok with doing whatever he says. さすがカイルくん...

March: 🐺❄️🐺 c'est le pupcest

I wrote it in response to a prompt in the Kink Meme, but also gifted it to Sungel because Sungel had been asking for something like this for a while and I would feel really smug if they were the anon who submitted the prompt but alas that they were not. Anyway. Garu's separation anxiety in Frozen Echoes sure was something, huh? Kink-wise, I love the 'wrestling for dominance' trope and I love the idea of Garu going along with it just to humor Karu but somehow winning.

April: 🌈😈🐺 Morvay madness

One of my Morvay week contributions! I also did one for Karu/Morvay but that was less popular. I'm very fond of both anyway. Morvaru, my beloved...! I will continue to be your only prophet. Really hoping 2025 will bring us more Morvay content in general. Anyway, Garu gets to stick his little thing in someone again in this story and that's neat. Have I made Garu top more frequently than Karu lol

April was also a month in which I wrote quite a lot of my problematic original spanking-focused fics, hm. There was the bunny boys story, the mechanical boy, a new chapter of Smitten, and the prince/slaves fic!

May: 🌈🐺/🦊🐺 good master bad master

This is one of my Kuyaru Week pieces! Hugely inspired by that Ray drawing of Karu getting a hairbrush hiding from Kuya (which was in turn inspired by me of course, our relationship is beautiful). I thought it would be fun to compare Eiden brushing Garu's tail to Kuya 'brushing' Karu's tail. I was right, it was fun. Karu getting spanked will always do it for me. I also had Kuya turn him into a bunny that month, which was darker but also fun. A bit of strangulation for my good friend and editor who deserves such treats (do you see how beautiful our relationship is).

June: 🌈🪦 he died as he lived,

The first of many drabbles I'd submit to nuflashfic's Drabbles for the Birthday Boy(s) challenges. Writing these drabbles is quite fun. I get to make something really quick and dirty but still feel a sense of accomplishment. I think they're also a good creative exercise in figuring out which words actually matter. I managed to fit so many characters in this first one!

July: 🧪🐺 guilt-ridden medicinal dogfucking

This was written for the Rei zine! I knew that I wanted to write Reiaru for that project (see here), but Rei and GaruKaru's backstory was still nebulous when it began. I waited and waited, hoping that we'd get some elaboration, and boy did we! I ended up leaning into Rei's sense of duty in taking care of Garu, even though that kind of sentimentalism isn't much my cup of tea. This story inspired a very talented Chinese artist to draw this amazing piece, which is still crazy to me.

July is also the month of Human Quality, and Kuya/Quincy/GaruKaru which might be my best work.

August: 🐺☀️🐺🦀 can't meme this any harder

For the Dante zine, Sunkissed! Turns out that pairing the least popular characters in a not very evocative scenario doesn't go over so well, hits-wise. Whatever man, I got a crab fight scene. There's even art of it in the zine, drawn by contacthigh, whose dantaru pitches led me to the whole concept actually. I enjoy the instances of "Karu gets irrationally annoyed at Dante's use of magic to solve problems" in this story. Also the dogs being cluelessly sexy.

August is also when we started the Everyone/Garu anthology! I wrote the Dante chapter, then the Blade chapter, then the Morvay chapter, and edited all of the others. I'm very proud of that fic; three minds turned to a singular purpose... dogfucking 😌 we accomplished much.

September: 🦊🐺♀️ lesbian yaoi...?!

I had to see if I could... it seems that I can. My preferred flavor of humiliation transcends gender barriers to some extent, apparently. This year I lowkey found some latent bisexuality within me; I blame the gyaru bratty uke in that "Fucked by my best friend" manga.

October: ☀️🦇🏖️ bikini Aster, your honor

For Daster Week! I know that people are generally more interested in getting their bottom Dante / subverted expectations fix from daster, but I like bottom Aster too. I enjoy the dynamic of Aster being very manipulative and weaponizing his cuteness to push Dante around. This fic was inspired by that incredible fanart I'm happy to have boosted. Not enough people are sexualizing the cute boys to my taste in this game and I will continue working to change that. That sounded wrong but tbh it's meant that way.

November: 🦇🐺🍣🥢forever snacking on Karu

November was a busy, busy month with Wolves Week 2024! Apparently I only have a couple drabbles, since most of my effort went into writing the Morvay chapter and editing the Karu chapter of Project F.T.D. But I had to put out at least a little something for astaru! And continue consolidating my paralysis fetish...

December: 🐺🐍🌡️ shivering snake shenanigans

My contribution to this year's Advent Calendar, finally some proper yakaru from me! I love Karu being fussy (and failing to top, of course). Yakumo disastrously losing control of his urges is always good too. Though funnily enough, I'd rather see both of them be dommed and frustrated at the same time. Neither of these boys should top. Kuya please--

Closing thoughts

This was a year in which I got more "serious" about writing, starting around September or so. I don't want to be a professional writer (being forced to 'create' is something that I dread and the main reason I decided to quit academia this year!), but I'm starting to make a career out of editing/proofreading, in addition to my translation work. And it's kind of crazy how much fic-writing and beta reading have helped me hone essential skills for that field!

It has also been a year of liberation, in the sense that I started out still quite nervous about exposing the depths of my particular depravities. As the new year approaches, I realize I'm quite different now; I have no problem listing out the specific things that most appeal to me in smut, or shamelessly hitting those same buttons over and over and over in my writing. I'm fueled and encouraged by the kudos and comments from people who are almost always there for it 💛 Thank you for always being in my morning AO3 e-mails.

For 2025, I want to go back through my older fics and give them minor makeovers; fixing some jank, standardizing punctuation, that kind of stuff. I also want to give closure to the non-oneshot fics that aren't finished. But mostly I want to keep joining fan events and giving myself anxiety over deadlines, because I love looking back at everything later and seeing some impact on the fandom. It's neat. It's kind of like having a social life.

I might branch out into Noctilucent and Jock Studio fics in 2025 too, in addition to my sporadic and, uh, specialized original work.

Mucho texto, end post

[helphowdoiusethis]

For Natm week 2024, using the Prompt "statue". Yes this is my fic, "In Marble Immortal" on ao3, It fits the Prompt is all.

Night at the Museum (Movies)

M/M

Tags

Jedediah/Octavius (Night at the Museum), Jedediah (Night at the Museum), Octavius (Night at the Museum), Natm Oc - Character, Statues, jealous Octavius, Holding Hands, Established Relationship

Summary

In a museum exchange, Jedediah and Octavius stumble across a statue garden where statues are scattered around.

When the two come across a statue all too familiar, the tiny Cowboy is quite interested in seeing the figure but not so much our small Roman General.

As is often the case with Jedediah and Octavius over their many years of adventures with Larry, Nicky and the other exhibits going to different museums, their accidental leaving the group and getting into misadventures, often had dangerous circumstances.

However when the whole museum had been on temporary exchange with some exhibits from a museum in Rome, Jedediah and Octavius were excited to explore and spent most nights doing so.

So when the miniature couple had wandered upon a garden indoors, the two jumped at the moment to explore new fauna and flora. Despite their initial joy when the two had seen marble bases housing beautiful/handsome Roman statues.

"These are Roman, Amica mea!" Octavius was quick to grab Jed's arm, shaking it slightly with excitement, eyes brimming with sheer joy.

"Darlin' we're in Rome, o' course their Roman." The Cowboy laughed slightly at his Roman's antics, eyes wandering over each of the statues stopping on one oddly familiar marble figure and cheeks reddening slightly.

The Roman general looked at Jedediah's face, eyes narrowing slightly as Octavius' eyes followed where Jedediah's were trained. Octavius' eyes narrowed further, brows knit together and he trained on the statue far across the way.

The statue stood with familiar a way of command, eerily similar to the smaller Roman General but vastly different in the face. Certain features held better within marble that the small features created 58 years ago within plastic.

Octavius felt jealousy flare up in him, Jedediah was blushing a bright red over a bigger version of the smaller Roman at his side.

"Jedediah we should go back," Octavius said moving in front of the small Cowboy, gently shaking him by the shoulder.

"Why? It's an adventure Sugar! We should go see 'em," Jedediah stared down at Octavius, swiftly shaking his blush away before moving around the Roman and towards the statues, one in particular.

Octavius followed after him, anger raising levels as he saw the marbleized statue of Octavius kneel down staring at the Cowboy.

"bene non prodigiosum," the statue muttered, clear as day due to the pair's miniature stature. The statue gently nudged the tiny Cowboy with one of his fingers.

"Hey now! Careful on the touching! 'Tavius, what's he saying?" Jedediah backed away from the figure, turning towards the smaller Roman who purposely stood far back from the Cowboy.

"He called you bizarre Jedediah," Octavius rolled his eyes, body language standoffish and uncomfortable.

"I didn't know, That's why I asked you," if Jedediah saw Octavius' stance he did nothing to remedy the situation. He turned back to the statue, who was muttering under his breath.

"an parvus barbarus et parvus dux Romanus? quam mirum.." Jedediah blinked and Octavius' eyes flashed with anger.

"'a tiny barbarian and a small Roman general? how strange..'? I am General Gaius Octavius! Jedediah, we should go back," Octavius' face flickered with different emotions, anger, jealousy and upset mixed in with other emotions, his stature shifted; tension rising throughout his body and his grasped his tassels sat at the end of the rope holding his cape on.

"'Tavius? You alrigh'? You're bein' as mad as a march hare?" Jed walked over to Octavius, placing a hand on the Roman's arm, however, was fast to remove it when Octavius stared daggers towards him. "Alrigh' let's go 'Tavius," Jedediah held out his hand ignoring the giant statue behind them in favour of his annoyed boyfriend.

Octavius snatched his hand back out of the Cowboy's grip, storming off while Jedediah scrambled behind him in an attempt to keep from being dragged.

"'Tavius, 'Tavius! Sweetheart, what in the blazes has you all up in arms?" Jedediah stopped himself and tugged gently at Octavius' hand, brows furrowed in confusion.

"It is nothing! Bene sum, I am fine, alright..?" Octavius sighed, stopping and letting go of Jed's hand, picking at the tassels on his cape.

"I don’t care a continental what you're saying, you're picking at those tassels hun you're all nervous. What's wrong?" Jedediah walked over, taking Oct's hands in his own, rubbing his thumb over the back of one of Octavius' hands.

Octavius said nothing.

For one beat, two beats and then three.

"Were you jealous?" There was a small level of teasing in the words but when Octavius only looked away, it clicked, "You were jealous Sugar," Jedediah dropped the hands he held to cup Octavius' hands to gently cup the Roman's cheeks and turned his face to look at him.

"I am not, there is nothing to be jealous of! It's just the way you were looking at that statue.." Octavius started before falling silent, thinking over his words trying to look away.

"You were jealous that I liked the look of a statue that looked like yeh? Octy, October, Sugar I like you, not some giant that sorta looks like you. I love you and only you," Jedediah said, making Octavius' eyes focus on him and cheeks redden slightly, "You know I ain't the type to wax any poetics to yah but I will if you don't believe anything I'm saying, y'hear?"

Octavius could only nod and as soon as the motion stopped Jed pressed a gentle kiss to Octavius lips and his cheek; blushing slightly, before letting his face go and gently took his hand gently.

"I don't need a statue anyhow, you might as well be marble with how handsome you look." Jedediah shrugged blushing more, before walking off with a blushing Octavius in toe.

"'Diah, I think you know more about speaking compliments than you believe, Amica mea."

[eurydicees]

here's how the cookie crumbled.....

polls will be going up momentarily :p

links to polls as well as the game setup/guidelines/rules under the cut!

MASTERLIST OF POLLS

make me write a fic about...who?

daishou vs suga

bokuto vs nishinoya

oikawa vs kuroo

atsumu vs sakusa

make me write a fic about...what?

enemies to lovers vs. hurt/comfort

platonic/team bonding vs breakup/murphy's law

"it's complicated" vs childhood friends

a hadestown au vs pining

RULES

- character and scenarios were submitted via google form over the past week! they're seeded in order of submissions except for sakuatsu because if i made a rarepair-oriented fic prompt game only to end up with sakuatsu i'll scream indefinitely.

- didn't get enough variety in submissions (y'all have your preferences, clearly), so we're starting with 8 teams.

- tumblr only lets you vote one day or a full week. which is kind of evil tbh. the elite eight poll will run for one day; the final four poll will run for a week. get your votes in while you can. speak quickly or forever hold your peace.

- the two winners of the final four will be made into the pairing being put into the Situation. if this doesn't end in a silly rarepair i think i'll have failed tbh. anyways the two winners of the Situation bracket will also be combined pizza hut and taco bell style, and that will be the premise of the fic. 

- in my dream world, the fic will be posted on or around april 8, as a celebration of NCAA DI basketball, despite my strong opinions that the commercialization and professionalization of college sports via NCAA DI is completely evil. whatever. we all give in to our demons eventually. 

[rikandadefest]

Rik and Ade Fest 2024

And now for a fourth year running: it's the Rik and Ade Fest! We've been trying to get your attention for the past 10 weeks, so hopefully you're listening! Give this blog a follow NOW to stay up to date as this year's fest progresses. Right on!

As usual, you can submit up to 3 prompts for fanart and/or fanfic for any piece of media featuring Rik and/or Ade. Also, as usual, you don't need to commit to making art or fic later to submit a prompt. We need more prompts than participants!

PLEASE READ THIS BIT! 🚨

Unusually, there's an extra rule in place for prompts this year. We're asking you to please not send in any prompts for The Young Ones or Bottom - just for this year! Next year, you can go mad!

Why are we asking this of you? Is it just that we're bastards? Well, we've noticed an (unsurprising) bias towards these two shows throughout fests, so we're trying to give Rik and Ade's lesser known/popular media a chance.

If you do accidentally submit a TYO or Bottom prompt this year, never fear! We won't be adding it to the prompt list this time, but we will hold on to it and add it next year. As well as this, all the previous unclaimed prompts for TYO and Bottom will still be available for artists and writers to claim and make work for this year.

But anyway, here's the ol' reliable Google Form for submissions. It will be open from today (23rd March) until 1st April.

If you're new to the Rik and Ade Fest or just want a refresher, the guidelines are available on the #RikAndAdeFest2024 ao3 collection:

Happy submitting, scumbags! You can contact @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel if you have any questions.

We are aware our fanart books currently have broken links. This is a recent occurrence. Ao3 cannot host pictures, so all fests' art is hosted elsewhere. We're looking for a new host site and may have to contact certain past artists for their art again once one is found. We intend to have this issue fixed before this year's fest is revealed in June. We apologise if this discourages artists from participating, though we would always encourage you to share your art on Tumblr, Instagram, or elsewhere too once a fest is revealed, in any case.

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Twenty Nine - Brick House

Word Count: 624

Warnings: mention of past drug use, fertility issues, mention of sperm donation and clinics, false pretenses, Dieter might be a bit obsessed or a lot

Notes: I wasn’t sure where this was going. I read @fhatbhabie ‘s Dieter fic where he’s being a dad and @wannab-urs has me listening to all the Hozier for her challenge. This is where we are people. We’re on my second D which is Dieter, my first D is Din.

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenges

A safe place for the both of you is what Dieter Bravo wanted. Finally in the spring, the house was ready. He'd studied your likes and dislikes, favorite colors, asked his assistants and interior designer to decorate according to what you wanted. He believed he had to make things perfect for you. Bravo is aware he’s not - far from it. He has numerous issues with drugs, the law, his career. Never stopping, never slowing down. Always moving forward and not always in a positive direction.

Never would he have expected your request. Dieter was aware of your search, your dream. It wasn’t uncommon but you’d convinced yourself that it would never happen. The doctor had told you there was little chance of it happening ever. Still you believed despite your fears. Dieter watched your perseverance in awe. The idea of you getting what you needed from some donor that you’ve never met kept him up at night. More than the last flop he’d made. It more than paid for renovating the brick house over the last eight months and he was willing to do another one if it meant that he could afford to keep you in that house on bedrest for the last month like you were supposed to be and get him some new oil paints from this one Italian supplier he favored.

You asked if he’d be your moral support as you went to one of the clinics, if he’d hold your hand as you went through the door. Dieter suggested that he could have a physical now that he’s been healthy for a good bit and give you a donation that was more likely to take. He swore that it’s the only form of support he would give you, besides being your friend of course. The clinic thankfully made the process feel ‘impersonal’ as you put it. Bravo knew the first try he was hoping it wouldn’t take, just to be able to have you again. Over two months, he only missed two ‘bun in the oven’ appointments with you and suggested some extra, you know just in case.

It was wrong. He should have felt guilty. Dieter did not and would not. He’d use this process to show you and himself that he could be relied on, constant, strong, like the house he bought you.

He’d gotten you to agree to put his name on the birth certificate and he had his schedule cleared for the most part so he could be wherever you needed him to be. In the room, outside, in the parking lot of the hospital.

Climbing the stairs and walking to the master bedroom he was able to talk you into sharing with him because, rubbing oil on your belly helped calm you and lull you to sleep after proper placement of pillows, he crept toward the door. Your sleeping form was rare to see during the day, among a mountain of pillows and blankets you’ve kicked off because you get hot then cold. Dieter watched your chest rise and fall softly, he had taken a few pictures and saved them on his phone of you at first but that wasn’t enough. Leaving to grab his sketchbook he’d need to draw it, then he may be able to paint this moment later.

This moment that despite the lies and reasons covered under the pretext of helping you with your dream, you were giving Dieter Bravo his - a family with you. Maybe you’ll be mad at him later or even laugh it off but after the baby is safely here, he’ll tell you everything. That you’ve been his ambition for years and regardless of people thinking he’s a scatterbrain, he can focus quite well - on you.

[snowwhite-andtheknight]

Obiyuki Trope Madness 2024: Semi Finals

We have finally reached our Final Four! The match dates are:

March 30:  Bodyguard Crush vs Huddling for Warmth March 31: You Called Me “X”: It Must Be Serious vs. Undercover as Lovers

Whichever trope wins their day by having the most fan works will go on to the Championship Match!

Tag: #obiyukimadness24

Medias: Fic, art, edits or playlists

[PLEASE READ ALL GUIDELINES BEFORE POSTING YOUR WORKS]

Guidelines:

All work must be your own (eg. no plagiarizing other sources, tracing, pose stealing, AI art/writing etc)

The main pairing is Obi x Shirayuki

Fics, art, edits, and playlists are all valid works for this challenge

(If you create other forms of works please contact the comm and we will be happy to work out eligibility)

Must contain one trope from the day’s match up

Must be tagged #obiyukimadness24 within the first five tags

With tumblr’s history of breaking the tag, however, we also encourage you to @ the comm with your submissions

You may submit more than one entry for each day! Entries are capped at 3 fanworks per player for each

You may submit entries for both teams (a single entry can ONLY be counted for a single prompt, not both)

No works entered through the submission box will be accepted for this challenge

Works must be posted to tumblr to be eligible as fills! The post may redirect elsewhere (AO3, ffnet, deviant art, youtube, etc) but we need a tumblr post to reblog your progress!

Submissions must be complete; ie. one complete chapter, one complete sketch, one complete playlist

Fics must be over 500 words to count as a fill

Art does not have to be a full colored finished piece, but at least a finished sketch

Playlists must be over 8 songs.

All NSFW content must be tagged and under a Read More!

Please label with your chosen trope! (It will probably be obvious, BUT just in case)

Be nice

Play hard

[tuffgreg]

2024 fic round-up

going by completion date. i'm proud of how much i wrote and, tbh, also find it kind of bonkers that folks are reading my shit lol. it means a lot!!! i like writing all my silly little stories and jumping back into fanfic at the tail end of last year was really a life changer and i'm happy to have met lots of awesome folks and friends!!

january

you might love me to death -- bloodweave, rated e, 23.7k words. this one feels a little like cheating because i posted one half on 12/31 and then the second half on 1/1 lol. this was my bw brainrot secret santa swap for slipintosomethingsoft (not tagging anyone bc that feels annoying lol). my favorite part: the horny orb stuff in chapter three. this was the first time i started to lean into the "backdooring themselves into a relationship with unnegotiated kink" dynamic i enjoy a lot with bloodweave lol

february

you pour and i'll say stop -- bloodweave + voyeur halsin, rated e, 19.8k words. first instance of my fondness for "bloodweave dynamic where you're kinda scared that they like your vibe from across the bar." cheating but my favorite part is that i wrote the first chapter then got several thousand words into the second one, hated it, and deleted the whole second chapter and rewrote a huge chunk of the first one to make something way better. good job past me. nice work

nothing promised, no regrets -- bloodweave + voyeur halsin AGAIN, rated e, 12.2k words. kirbles sent me a garfield t-shirt shitpost and i opened a google doc and wrote 12k of bw humiliation kink and exhibitionism. featuring trans gale!! love u kirbs

if you change your mind -- bloodweave, rated t, 3.6k words. a sweet little fic for the 2024 valentine's exchange in the bw brainrot server! astarion and gale get sent to do some subterfuge at a masquerade party, except gale didn't know it was also a date.

march

NOTHING i was just vibing this month and i had some life changes haha (all good)

april

as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn -- bloodweave, rated e, 52.6k words. this was my fic for kittencombat as part of the bw tower spring swap. this is probably the best self-contained thing i have ever done. baby's first dubcon tag for misuse of magic and sex pollen. favorite part: the "dubcon for misuse of magic" chapter lol. i also like the bw + implied rolan voyeurism chapter that got tagged on the end; i'm charmed by astarion making up a guy to be mad at, especially if it's rolan.

a fragile thing made of glass -- bloodweave, rated t, 2.8k words. a fic for the bw brainrot spring fling! gale has accepted that practicality to astarion means saving himself first, and an incident in the guantlet of shar puts that to the test.

may, june, july

also just vibing, it was super busy!!

august

call on me for powers clandestine -- bloodweave, rated e, 14k words. "dom astarion sussur dagger knife play." this is the only fic i've ever posted where i was like huh, surprised more folks didn't read this mostly because of such a specific intersection of what feel like very "core bloodweave" tags, but it's also trans astarion, in a well-established series, and the whole first chapter is astarion talking to an oc which is understandably even more niche lmaoo. extremely proud of this one though honestly

september

at one, for once, with the universe -- bloodweave, rated m, 4.6k words. my yet-to-be-completed fic for bloodweave week! i have like a quarter of five chapters started and plan to finish this in the new year. i think it's good and really liked all the bw week prompts!! it's also a testament to why i tend to only post stuff when it's finished haha

october

breeze through the willows -- a slightly melancholy, very sweet apple picking themed fic for pjcole for the bw sanctuary autumn flash exchange. as usual i came at the prompt from left field but i really liked how this one turned out

november

look there was stuff going on

december

shoot the sunshine into my veins -- emmrook (veilguard -- emmrich and my rook merrick), rated e, 10.6k words. merrick accidentally gets high as a kite and whines at emmrich til emmrich fucks him about it. i did some informative reading about mushrooms for this one and i am soooo happy with how this turned out lol. the emmrook flavor i'm aiming for is sweet with weird-horny undercurrents

where art thou? why not upon-eth me? -- emmrook, rated e, 7.7k words. merrick trying desperately to get some privacy to beg emmrich to fuck him and then finally cornering emmrich in his room where everyone can eavesdrop to beg emmrich to fuck him anyway. my fave part is the comment "i want that old man to obliterate him" about merrick" i choked (he's gonna no worries)

stuff i'm trying to finish in 2025

this is for 2024 but i'm finishing up a bw swapfic!

next TWO chapters of by the sea (sex pollen redux, hypnotic pattern + worship kink)

a spite/emmrich/lucanis + merrick fic (this is the cuck chair time out one)

my novel draft lol (contemp romance)

stuff i want to start in 2025

bloodweave traitors au god finally manifesting

davrin/lucanis frenemies to lovers, the empty google doc is just titled what is this feeling (davcanis)

potentially a by the sea rewrite (the og would stay up, i would just update it lol) and long sequel

honestly i said i wouldn't do this because i did it with by the sea but emmrich and merrick are probably getting a silly on-going series of related fics that's just low-conflict kink exploration bullshit because it's fun. i have a whole google doc of ideas. i wanna get weird and silly with them

then also a separate emmrook post-game longfic featuring CLASS BULLSHIT, POLITICAL DISCORD, and MERRICK GETTING ENRICHMENT TIME IN HIS ENCLOSURE (murder)