#haha now that i've reread it I want to go back to writing

[cloudynyims]

WIP Title I'm sorry (Haikyuu g/t fic pt 1)

this is basically for @obwjam (and the anon who asked for the snippet! Sorry it came out a bit late), and unsurprisingly, this is how I try to be friends with people :’) Sorry for using the practically same scenario for the intro but that’s just the perfect jumping point for a tiny in the haikyuu universe and a good way to set things up. plz enjoy part 1! featuring iwaizumi and oikawa :) pt. 2 TBA

“Where are they? Where did they go?” Hinata was frantic. The team bus was about to leave when he realized his tiny friend, Mitsu, was missing. During Interhigh, the team had gone a lot of places, so Hinata was unsure where they could’ve gone missing. They were there during Karasuno’s first match and while Hinata and Kageyama were watching Aoba Johsai. But after that, Hinata couldn’t recall seeing them.

HInata had befriended Mitsu earlier in the season, and they bonded over being the butt of Tsukishima’s short jokes. It took them a while to get comfortable around the team, but they warmed up soon enough. At first, it was a Karasuno secret, but then Hinata had to tell Kenma. So they became a Karasuno and Nekoma secret. But of course, Kuroo mentioned them to Bokuto, and the news spread from there. It was now common knowledge among the teams that Hinata had a tiny friend.

Hinata looked at their friendship fondly, but he was currently panicking. He didn’t know where they could be. How did they manage to get lost anyway? Mitsu loved sitting on Hinata’s shoulder, which they did most of the time. They must’ve gotten swept away in the crowd. How were they supposed to fend for themselves against a bunch of other teams? These were other teams Hinata was certain wouldn’t treat her with the same respect Karasuno did. He could only imagine what would happen if someone like Ushijima or Terushima found them. 

Daichi was doing his best damage control, trying to console him. “They’re going to be okay, Hinata. They took care of themselves before they knew you, didn’t they? We’ll find them tomorrow.”

Hinata was beside himself. “This is all my fault. I should’ve kept a better eye on them. Now they’re who knows where? They hate being by themselves in crowds. Will they be okay?” Despite his ramblings, Daichi led him to the bus. Hinata reluctantly got on, casting a longing glance at the front of the Sendai gym before Kageyama yanked him onto the bus. 

“OW! Kageyama!”

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Mitsu was trying to stay calm. They had been separated from Hinata and Kageyama at some point during Interhigh. It was tough searching for the team. Their black uniforms blended in among the sea of people swarming the gyms and walkways. They spent all afternoon trying to avoid being stepped on and hit by stray volleyballs. Put simply, they were exhausted and just wanted to rest in the bed Hinata had dutifully made for them. 

Except that wasn’t an option. 

The last match of the evening was Shiratorizawa against some other team. Mitsu recalled how bummed Hinata had been that the team was leaving before the match started. Now they were bummed that the team had probably left the venue already. No, bummed was the wrong word. They were devastated.

It wasn’t like they didn’t know how to handle themselves, and Karasuno was coming back the next day. What stressed them out was being all alone in such a crowded place. Students and players were still openly roaming around since the last match was still in play. 

As weird as it was at first, Mitsu had grown accustomed to the company of Hinata and the team. They used to be fiercely independent because borrowers like them tended to live alone. However, once they met Hinata and the rest of the team, they preferred having at least one human around them. 

Mitsu went on many of Karasuno’s trips, mostly as a morale booster. They would get nervous on these trips because they were surrounded by unfamiliar giants whose habits they were unaware of. Mitsu didn’t know if they’d be a novelty to others or seen as a person. Being close to someone they knew could protect them, like Daichi or Asahi, made Mitsu feel more secure when traveling. And now they were alone. 

A loud thud brought them back to reality. Every step rumbled the ground as they stood against the baseboard in a hallway. There were so many people, so many prying eyes. Mitsu wanted to be completely alone, away from any humans. They needed to figure out what they were doing for the night. Thinking quickly, they slipped underneath a nearby door into a quiet room. 

“Finally, some peace,” they muttered. The room appeared empty and looked similar to Karasuno’s makeshift locker room. Mitsu smiled, figuring the team occupying that locker room had cleared out for the day. As they walked into the room, they noticed a few discarded towels and shirts. 

“That’s a good start for something to sleep on,” They thought to themselves. “But where to sleep…” They didn’t venture over to the towels quite yet. Instead, they walked around the perimeter of the entire room, tapping the wall as they went. Mitsu hoped that there would be at least one hollow spot. They thought that maybe a borrower had lived here before. 

It was to no avail. The walls were solid and rather new from what they could tell. Any tampering they did to these walls would be noticed almost immediately. They huffed at the thought of sleeping in the open. It felt so exposed. There wasn’t much to be done about it though, so Mitsu succumbed to the idea. 

They walked over to the towels in the middle of the room. Sure, a shirt would be more comfy, but they only enjoyed sleeping on clean shirts. They weren’t spending all night in a random, smelly, sweaty shirt. As they felt the fabric, they noticed the towels weren’t terrible in comparison. This would keep them comfy enough for the night. 

Mitsu grabbed the edge of the towel and began dragging it to the corner. If they had to sleep in the open, they’d at least be discrete about it. 

That’s when they heard the dreaded sound of the door opening. They had no time to react; they could only stare as the door opened and revealed two towering figures. Mitsu’s brain buffered as they registered who these figures were. 

“Hurry up and grab your stupid shirt, Oikawa! The bus isn’t going to wait all day for you.”

“Okay, okay, don’t throw that! I’m going, Iwa-chan!”

Mitsu flinched at every step as Oikawa hurried into the room. Their instincts finally came back to them as they scrambled under the towel. After a second, they barely peeked out to keep an eye on what was going on. This was just in time for Mitsu’s world to shake as Oikawa stepped right over her.

Their eyes were wide as Oikawa headed over to the very shirts that Mitsu had contemplated sleeping in. He easily gathered the shirts and turned to look in the bathroom. “Oh, Iwa-chan! My hairbrush is in here! If we never went back, I never would have found it,” He said with a cheeky smile. 

Even though Mitsu couldn’t see Iwaizumi from where they were, they could tell he was getting irritated. “Be quick about it. We’re late enough as is.” He snapped. Oikawa dashed into the bathroom, and they relaxed ever so slightly. Once the duo left, it’d be back to peace and quiet.

Unfortunately, Mitsu had been so focused on Oikawa, that they failed to notice Iwaizumi’s movements. Their only warning was his grumbled words. “And he left the towels everywhere. Why can’t someone just pick up around here?” As soon as they registered his words, the towel they were hiding under was whisked away. 

Mitsu was almost taken with the towel but fell out of the folds a few inches off the ground. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to catch Iwaizumi’s attention. They could feel his gaze, so they slowly turned around. His shoes were only a few feet away from them. They grimaced and turned their head up to see his face. 

His facial expression was difficult to place, but he still looked plenty intimidating to Mitsu. If she had to guess, he looked slightly weirded out, but also over the entire situation. They had listened to Hinata prattle on and on about Aoba Johsai. He had mentioned what they were like on the court, but that didn’t matter. Mitsu could only remember how scary Hinata said they were off the court.

On the other hand, Iwaizumi was downright confused. He had known about Mitsu, but never put much thought into… well… their existence. Now that they were right in front of him, he didn’t know what to think. They were just so small. He couldn’t even make out their facial expression from here. His shadow completely engulfed the area where they stood. 

Iwaizumi wasn’t short, but he always felt that way when compared to some of his teammates. Right now, he felt gigantic. He didn’t know how to feel about that.

Before the two could stand there and gawk at each other for another five minutes, Oikawa emerged from the bathroom. “Okay! I grabbed my brush, touched up my hair, and…” he trailed off. He had expected Iwaizumi to have interrupted him by now. But Iwa was staring at the floor. Oikawa followed his gaze and noticed Mitsu on the floor. 

Oikawa basically slid across the floor for a better look, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So you’re the shrimp’s little buddy!” He said. Mistu recoiled from his quick advance. He was way too close for comfort. And they didn’t like that curiosity in his expression. “Shouldn’t you be with the rest of those weirdos? Consoling them about how they’ll lose to us tomorrow?”

Mitsu didn’t respond at first, although they rolled their eyes mentally. They had full confidence that Karasuno would win. And now more than ever, they wanted to see the look on Oikawa’s face when Karasuno won. Too bad they’d have to wait until tomorrow to see that. That is, if they made it through the night. At the moment, they had much bigger fish to fry. 

[hannieehaee]

First of all 'closer' is one of the greatest svt fics i've ever read. I could just feel all the wild butterflies aaaaaaaaaa and I still reread it from time to time

Also I've been thinking about mean dom jeonghan a lottttt. So can I request dom jeonghan x reader with like lots of nipple play (idk how you feel abt anal but if you're uncomfortable no need to add it!)

Feel free to scrape this if you're uncomfortable or simply not interested <3

18+ / mdi

content: softdom!jeonghan cuz im really bad at writing doms oops, nipple play, smut, dry humping, anal fingering and anal penetration, afab reader, teasing, jh is an asshole lmao, etc.

wc: 1427

a/n: thank u so much!!! thats my most popular fic haha i had no idea people would like it this much but it makes me so happy<33

a/n 2: also can u tell idk anything about anal oops</3

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"told you not to argue back, baby. now look where your bad behavior got you."

every word that left his lips did so condescendingly. had it been anyone else (or even under a different context), you wouldve argued back, protected your dignity.

but this was jeonghan. and you were sitting between his legs as you suffered through every one of his touches.

maybe suffering was a bit harsh, but that's exactly how it felt at the moment. his hands had not stopped their torture in the past hour, alternating between circling your clit and finding their way north and on your nipples, liberal in the way he pulled and twisted at them.

endless whines and breaths of frustration left you (meddled in with sounds of genuine pleasure), which you were sure went straight to the length currently pressed up against your back.

"you know this isn't the worst of it, right, baby?", he taunted, "wait til i get my hands to even more fun places. or when i finally put my mouth on you," you could hear the mischief in his voice.

and soon enough, he made good on his word. before even realizing what happened, you were on your back and your gremlin of a boyfriend was smirking above you as he leaned down to kiss at your chest.

it started off slow, soft, just as everything did with jeonghan. but it evolved into teasing and eye-watering. his lips wrapped around your nipple, eyes still on your face as he sucked at it. soft wafts of air were let out against your skin as he breathed through his nose, mouth too occupied on your tits.

"you're so fucking soft, baby. so pretty," and despite the teasing, he continued to be sweet to you.

the juxtaposition between the pleasure from his words and his lack of finesse while sucking at your tits made goosebumps form on your skin. your hand found his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more of both the softness and the harshness.

"love when i play with your tits, don't you, baby? naughty thing," he chuckled, finding your other boob.

meanwhile, his hips had been grinding into your own, molding against them while he entertained himself with your boobs. one of his hands laid itself next to your head to hold himself up while the other played with your neglected tit. you were thoroughly stimulated, yet you knew jeonghan would somehow try to go even further.

and you were proven correctly when his hand left your boob to find its way between your legs. but unexpectedly to you, instead of moving to play with your clit, he bypassed it to reach lower. your body followed with his silent desire, scooting up to give him access.

it was unspoken. his mouth remained occupied with your chest, leaving it more raw and sensitive by the second. his fingers found your hole while you were distracted by his mouth nibbling and pulling at your left nipple, gasping out at both the sudden intrusion and the bite.

"like that, baby? shit, so tight for me. can't wait to see how tight you'll be around my cock," he breathed out as if picturing it.

it didn't take him long to find that spot that had your eyes rolling back. and in usual jeonghan fashion, he made liberal use of it, taking turns in stimulating it and missing it altogether just to get you to cry out in frustration.

"god, you're so easy, baby. i can touch you anywhere and you cry," he chuckled, "such a sensitive little thing."

with his lips still on your chest, he mocked your moans between flicks of his tongue. it was too much. your breasts were overriding with sensitivity, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. you couldn't make a sound anymore. all that left you were hiccuped gasps or silent whines.

at every whine leaving your lips, jeonghan hummed into your chest, encouraging the sounds you made for him and even mocking you at times. it was so frustrating, so damn annoying, but it felt too good for any words of complaint to actually leave your lips.

"you know i won't make you cum, right, baby?", and his fingers suddenly left you. you could feel a smirk and the vibration of a cackle against your tit.

your whine of complaint was only met by a bite to your nipple, making you whine even louder.

"tsk, it's so hard having such a whiny girl begging me to touch her 24/7," he feigned annoyance, "but, maybe if you get on all fours for me, i might consider fucking you," he said it with a patronizing tone that made you want to sock him in the face, but you knew your body.

and so when he distanced himself from you, you willingly turned around, using your elbows for support as you lifted your hips up for him to take into his hands, positioning you against his crotch and teasingly grinding against you.

"see what a good girl you are? you deserve a reward, angel."

instead of reaching into the drawer for the usual condom, you heard the clacking of items as he blindly pulled out a bottle. you heard him struggle to open, letting out a few very jeonghan-like sounds as he opened the lube and squirted out a generous amount on his hands.

being the annoying tease he was, he made sure to slip his fingers in once again, muttering some half-assed excuse that he wanted to check just one last time to see if you were ready for him. your complains were met by a squeeze of your hips and a childish bite to your left hip.

"be good, baby. you were being so good, don't stop now," he tsk'd, "i'll give it to you now, okay?"

it wasn't often that jeonghan made use of your other hole. it was usually saved for special occasions. something about wanting to enjoy it as an extra treat every so often. some very jeonghan reason.

it was a bit of a struggle, but you were always reminded of how worth it it was when you'd hear his moans of struggle as he attempted not to cum within the first few seconds inside you.

"always so tight through here, baby. fucking strangling my dick," he sighed, "but you're ready for me, right, pretty? need me to fuck you now?"

you wailed at him when his hand rounded you, teasing at your clit as his hips began to move behind you. the angle must've been a little awkward for him, but he made it work. he made it work far too good.

"oh god, baby, fuckin' made for me, huh?", he groaned out.

the room was filled with jeonghan's occasional whining and the rhythmic slapping of skin. you were mostly mute, only crying out when he decided to hump at you extra hard in hopes of that exact effect.

"can never last when you're this tight," he whined, "so mean to me. always making me cum so soon," he complained in between thrusts.

he became frantic then, pushing you further into the bed, resulting in your head pressing up on the comforter and drooled. you were a mess, but you were comforted in the fact that jeonghan wasn't likely to be faring any better.

"hannie ..." was all you could mumble as your words muffled. you wanted to warn him, but he knew your body so well that he already knew.

"i know, baby, me too. let go, angel," he sighed out one last time.

you might've blacked out a bit. or maybe he did. perhaps both. it wasn't long til you found yourself lying on that exact same position, except jeonghan was no longer inside you but rather doing his weak attempt at flipping you over so you could cuddle him despite the mess forming between you.

"you make this so hard for me when you pass out," he grumbled jokingly, finally getting you to nuzzle into his neck.

his lips kissed at any area available, even ending up at your arm and sternum at some point. he didn't usually care as long as he was kissing you.

"then don't fuck my ass, you idiot," you bit at his arm, earning a 'wah!" from him.

"brat."

"says you."

he chuckled, giving you a peck on your lips this time.

"i'll give you five minutes before another failed attempt at cleaning you up," he warned.

"sure, old man."

and that earned you a bite in return.

[lookingfts]

✍🏼 Writing pride tag game

Thanks for the tag @rosesatdawn24! I've thought about this for a few days because I have a lot of fics haha. But I knew I wanted to include something from In love and death, we don't decide because that's still the fic that I'm proudest to have written.

It's actually a scene between Anthony and Benedict, but I chose it because it makes me feel emotional every time I reread it.

A no-pressure tag to @waterlilyrose @fitrahgolden and @mimix007 if they'd like to share a snippet of something they're proud of!

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The door shuts behind him and Anthony jumps, spinning around to face Benedict. Mouth already open – to berate him, surely – but he sucks in a harsh breath instead, processing Anthony’s black eye and bloodied shirt. “What happened?”

“What the fuck do you care?” he spits, resuming his haphazard packing. “You very politely asked to be left out of my bullshit, so don’t worry about it.”

He forgets how fast Benedict is, as his brother is by his side in a flash, grabbing his arm in an iron grip to get him to stay still. Anthony tries to pull away, but the effort makes his muscles ache unbearably. Ben’s other hand goes up to his jaw, twisting his face to the left to examine his injuries. “Come on, we’re going to A&E. I’ll drive you.”

Taking advantage of his brother’s loosening grip, Anthony knocks him away. Benedict stumbles back a few steps, looking wounded. “I’m not going to A&E. Tell mum I’m staying in a hotel, if she even bothers to ask.”

“Anthony, seriously, what the fuck is going on? You’re sneaking around with some mystery woman you won’t tell me anything about, and now you show up here covered in blood and expect me not to ask any questions?”

“I murdered someone, you happy?” His voice doesn’t sound like his own, hollow and echoing. The mention of Kate makes his head pound – she’s the last person he wants to think about right now. “I don’t know why you give a shit!”

“Because you’re my brother!” Benedict shouts back, grabbing the front of Anthony’s ruined shirt so he can’t turn away. “You’re an absolute jackass, but I love you, Ant. And I don’t care how much you push me away, that’s never going to change. So stop fucking running and let me help you!”

For a moment, they just stare at each other. He searches for the resentment, the blame, but it’s not there. All he sees is his brother, his friend, begging to help him carry the weight that is so close to suffocating him.

The anger and desperation that has been propping Anthony up for months ebbs out of him, and he nearly collapses. Ben is quicker, caging him with strong arms, lowering them both to their knees on the cold tiled floor. His brother’s grip is unrelenting, not giving Anthony a chance to escape this time, and he gives in, too exhausted to protest. There’s nothing left for him to fight for, anymore.

It’s not until he feels his body heave violently that Anthony realizes he’s sobbing into Ben’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” Benedict murmurs, running a soothing hand through his hair as he rocks them gently. His voice is watery, his own tears falling onto the back of Anthony’s shirt. “I love you, Ant, we’re gonna be okay.”

One hundred and eighty-nine days after Edmund dies, Anthony Bridgerton finally breaks.

[eliotbaum]

Hi Eliot! First of all, I wanted to tell you I love your art so so much!! You inspire me so much as an artist and you and Viv are one of the main reasons I'm backing The Book of Devotion Kickstarter!

I am also a DnD player and I wanted to ask you, do you ever feel disconnected from your characters? I am currently playing a campaign set in Ravnica from Magic the Gathering and I absolutely love it (100% recommend as a setting as well) and I love my character Daphne, but for some reason the past few sessions I've been feeling very withdrawn and unhappy with my RP choices, I feel Daphne very far away from me If that makes sense? Have you ever experienced something similar? Would love to hear your thoughts on this!!

Thank you!!

Wah thank you so much!!! 🥺 it's SUCH a fun concept I hope you'll enjoy it! Oh man, I'm sorry to hear you're feeling disconnected. It's such a bummer when something that got us so immersed and invested feels more distant. I've only played one campaign with the same character, so I'm not sure if I can give the best advice here. But yes, I do know the unfortunate phenomena! I'm actually struggling with the same thing right now so maybe we can figure it out togethaa. I'll answer more in-depth under the cut but if anyone else has tips, do feel free to drop them.

So yes, this all sounds familiar. Recently I'm just "going through the motions" of playing a character, without being immersed in them. Even if we still very much enjoy everything about the character or the game. Personally, I tried to pinpoint where this could come from. Is it an ingame thing, or is it something outside? (stress kills my creative drive) Has this campaign been going on for a while, have there been any exciting things happening with Daphne? Have you had fun opportunities for her to shine, was there anything that moved you? Just throwing some questions out there to help the wheels turning. I think bringing this up with your group and DM is also worth considering. Being invested in roleplay and your character is such a major part of the game (to me!) and maybe there's something where everyone can help. Be that giving you opportunities for dramatic or heartfelt moments, or simply hyping each other and their characters up around the game, not even just during sessions. But, onto the actual things that have helped me: I found a song that feels very Kasper to me, and I always try and listen to it before a session to get back into my PC's mindset and get that special spark and feeling back. Deep immersion mode... I also find creating art or writing around the character also very rewarding and exciting. I often see folks write a diary in character, or simply write up how their character felt after a session. I did that for a while after work -- and rereading diary entries with some very dramatic sombre music in the background brought a bit of that connection back, haha. Rereading notes for next sessions, or old ones is also worth a shot. What's your character all about and what's important to them? In the same vein I like to indulge in some Imagining, Daydreaming of past and future RP moments that excite me. Of course, all while listening to dramatic music...

Anyway I hope either you did figure it out in the meantime, or this helps just a little. Wishing us all to have fun, be crazy for our little OCs and sharing exciting moments and stories with each other.

[jeeyuns]

Can we have some links for these mcd fics ? 👀

sure! let me rip my heart open again. hell yeah brothah here we go. lemme stick with 911 and keep it down to top 4. i DEFINITELY forgot some! but these are the ones where the atmosphere and specific lines stick out to me and stick out OF me if you know what i mean.

24 by @kitkatpancakestack

Buck left his muddy sneakers at Eddie’s house. Eddie is sitting on the back of an ambulance watching a gurney roll away, watching vaguely familiar faces trying to keep it together for him, watching his hands shake.  A voice somewhere says, “He’s in shock.” Another bites back, “Wouldn’t you be?” And none of it matters, because Buck left his muddy sneakers at Eddie’s house. * The first twenty-four hours are the hardest.

when i tell you i imprinted on the feeling i got from reading this MASTERPIECE. i haven't looked BACK baby. k knows what she's DOING. this is like one of the first 3 fics i EVER read for the 911 fandom. before this, i was a casual viewer of the show. i was the general audience going haha sexy firefighters i should keep watching a la february 2021 can you believe?????????

and the way she poured into me this feeling of grief, hour by hour on the countdown. made me GET it you know? my brain just rescrambled again i need to go attempt to reread it and oscillate in my office chair. yeah i WILL cry at work. one good cry a day keeps the horrors at bay or something like that. i'm also pissed because i left a comment from my old ao3 account i can't get back in to. kitkat i love you. mwah!

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3 more below the cut! 🫶

All The Work That Needs To Be Done by @try-set-me-on-fire

Buck nods, two slow movements like any action at all pains him. Eddie isn’t sure how literal or metaphorical that statement is, and wants to tell him again to let a doctor look at him, but they’ve had that argument several times already tonight and Buck had a look in his eyes like- like Eddie doesn’t even know what, but whatever would have happened if he’d kept pushing would not have been good, so he’d let it drop and stuck close to his side. "She shouldn't be alone." — Bobby dies. Eddie worries. Life goes on.

the insane (g00d) whiplash i got when i went from oouuing and ahhhing over brick's gorgeous art to the jaw-drop of OMG SHE WRITES TOO. and then i clicked on this bad boy. and was promptly sniped in the heart. the GUTPUNCH and depth of feeling along with the steady beat of quiet heartbreak. oh what i would do to turn back time to the second after i clicked

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i would've loved you (instead i lost you) by @honestlydarkprincess

Eddie cleared his throat, swallowing the tears that threatened to break free and forced himself out of the truck. He stumbled and caught himself against the vehicle, his breathing shaky. Ever since Buck’s death Eddie had struggled to feel like he was standing on solid ground. Without Buck he felt like he was just stumbling around, unable to steady himself. Taking a deep breath, Eddie forced himself to walk. One foot in front of the other, taking the path that he knew by heart, a path he wished he had never had to walk. Finally he found what he was looking for. Eddie had meant to stay standing but the second his eyes settled on Buck’s named carved into the stone he fell to his knees, the weight of his grief, of his pain making him fall. EVAN ‘BUCK’ BUCKLEY Or, the one where Eddie stands at Buck's grave, mourning what could've— should've— been.

jess craved violence one fine day and decided to stab me lovingly right under my 3rd rib with this and i've been OBSESSED with them ever since! just the type of cathartic release i need

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The best parts of you are here (but you're still gone) by justhockey

Eddie had taken Buck’s hand and squeezed it three times before he ran into that burning building. It had felt like a promise. Like a flash of all the dreams that were about to come true. Eddie never came back out. And now Buck is stuck here in this house. His grief, and Christopher’s grief, and Eddie’s absence are the biggest things in every single room. Their pain fills every crack and every crevice, their anger - at Eddie, at the job, at the world - is so thick that they can taste it.

justhockey usually writes the softest stuff and makes me sigh happily and wiggle my toes. the way they whipped this one up outta nowhere? took me the FUCKKKK out

[creampuffqueen]

Year-End Writer's Roundup: 2024 Edition!

thanks so much for the tag @sweetorangepoptart!! i had to wait to actually do this until i finished the last fic i wanted to post for the year, so now it's time for the roundup!

i'm honestly not sure who to tag, so if you see this and you wrote anything this year, feel free to do it and say i tagged you!!

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!!):

let's not even get into my WIPs there's so many lol. going by just published works, i wrote 73,234 words!! honestly crazy to think about!

Smut scenes:

three! all in their own standalone works. doing the math, that means my smut fics alone take up about 1/3 of my words written this year haha

New things I tried:

i've written for lots of ships for the first time this year! in fact, i believe all the ships i wrote for are the first-time ships for me, which is always very exciting

as well, i tried a slightly different writing style than usual in my fic i'm glad i get forever to see where you went. i really enjoyed writing like this, and i can definitely see myself doing it again in the future!

Fic I spent the most time on:

i think that title has to go to my fic Likewise, as it sat half-finished in my drafts for... honestly most of this year i think

Fic I spent the least time on:

i can't say 100% for sure, but i think my fic Something Nice. it was written for yangvik week, and it was quite literally written the same day it was published. i did that several times during the week, but as this one's word count is a bit lower than the others, i think it's most likely the one i spent the least time on

Favorite thing I wrote:

ughhhhh this is like asking me to pick my favorite child. i love them all!! but if i had to choose, i think i need to go with The Push. i am honestly so proud of this fic, and i actually go back and reread it quite frequently. it also became popular beyond my wildest belief, and was sort of my jumpstart into the yangvik ship/fandom. the response to it helped give me the confidence to write seven (and counting!) more yangvik fics!!

Favorite thing I read:

actually this is like having to pick a favorite child. how can i possibly choose when i read not only lots of fic, but lots of good fic?? i've gotta choose multiple lol

anything by my lovely mutual @katkastrofa, i legitimately can't choose any specific one to focus on because they're all so incredibly written! Ruby by KingWuko; i love all your wuko fics but this one in particular gets me every time! and outside of the atla fandom, i've been really enjoying this owl house fic on ao3!

Writing goals for next year:

honestly? just keep writing! writing fanfiction has honestly been incredibly helpful for me while i'm in college. seriously, my mental health is always so much worse when i'm not writing. even if i don't publish it, writing is so good for my brain. so i want to keep up with it as i go into the new year!

i've also worked on a loose writing schedule for the upcoming year - i'm not holding myself to it super strongly but i really am going to try and follow it! it's just a way to help me focus more on individual fics and know when i want to try and finish them. that way i can do things like publishing fics for friends' birthdays and participating in more fandom events!

and last but not least, a semi-writing goal that i have is to host another wonderful yangvik week! the 2024 event was amazing, and since it ended even more people have found it and expressed interest, so i 100% would like to do it again. and if i do it again, this time i'm going to try and write for all seven days! considering i wrote for six last time, it seems pretty manageable lol

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thanks again for the tag! this has been a great writing year for me, and i can't wait to see what 2025 holds!

[amethystfairy1]

Hi Amethyst! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask in, but I have been reading both fics every day (still obsessed lmao) (also I name changed btw, used to be ElenaLoo)

Anyways, I had written a whole ask waxing eloquent on all the wonderful things going on in ttsbc, but I accidentally shut off my computer partway through and frankly I can't be bothered to write it all out again lmao. Just. It's beautiful (wow isnt that so meaningful and deep? im sure you're feeling very complimented rn)

The REAL thing I wanted to talk about was Traveling thieves (which is by far my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME), and all the amazingness in ttsbc made me forget it even existed for the past few weeks. But the other day I was just like "oh yeah. Traveling thieves." and then i reread the whole thing. whoopsies.

Ummm anywyas there's so many thoughts in my head about all the little guys, but recently I've been on an Imp and Skizz obsession (just scroll on my page for .2 seconds and you'll see) and YOU. You left them on a CLIFFHANGER. >:((( (not actually mad btw). I just. so excited for them. They're out alone in the woods right now and Skizz is going to have the perfect opportunity to kill Impulse and get away and I just am falling apart thinking about them. (I drew them to cope lol, posted on my blog but also later here so that I can talk about it more). I can see this playing out a few ways. Obviously Skizz isn't actually going to kill Impulse, so he's either going to 1) make up some excuse as to why he can't do it right then, but still plans to do it eventually, or 2) he does it. but he doesn't. Skizz attacks Impulse when he's not expecting it, there's a scuffle, and Skizz comes out on top---BUT THEN HE CAN"T FINISH IT!!! and it's a whole thing where even tho skizz tried to kill him, imp is still so understanding and skizz cries and impulse just freaking gives him a hug and

sigh

Whatever you do will be beautiful, I'm sure. I think you mentioned you're switching to tt after this fic, so crossing my fingers it's imp and skizz. (Though, would also be very happy with Martyn and Ren :P) (or anything really i just love tt)

Anyways, I had the art on my blog but I'm also putting it here so i can say things about it to you

Mostly I'm just very proud of their expressions, with Impulse being all concerned glancing over at Skizz, meanwhile Skizz is completely deadpan staring forwards, also looking very tired bc he needs a break from this universe. Also I switched up my Impulse design a lil bit from last time (if u even remember that lol it was months ago now). you would think, just looking at them, that Impulse took way longer to design, but nope, I was messing around with Skizz for at least double the time, trying to figure out how to have him facing forward whilst still showing some of the scars on his back. I gave up eventually xD (all that means is that im gonna have to draw him again later, from different angles)

actually that made me remember a question I had: are you planning to ship Imp and Skizz? Ik you said Zed and Tango are going to be a thing far in the future, but... skizzpulse? plzzzz plz pretty please haha im not obsessed

aaaaaand that reminds me of another question, is skizz going to be in ttsbc? (pretty please also same question as tt, if he was in ttsbc, are him and impulse together? Im addicted to them all i care about these days is some good imp and skizz shipfics, and you're such a fantastic writer, both with plot and the vibes of the words themselves. u could write such good imp and skizz. just imagine the possibilites! (am i selling it?))

aaaaaanyways. im gonna go reread the old tt skizz fics because theyre delicious and painful, like eating knives. u have a good day :))

HIIIIIII

I ADORE THIS ART SO MUCH! I gave you all my rambles on the reblog but it's SOOOOO COOL!

I'm sad the waxing eloquent about TTSBC is gone 😭 but that's ok!

I'm so glad you're enjoying TT and all the drama going on in there! Imp and Skizz are definitely having a time and a half with all of this nonsense going on...I love all your theories! I won't confirm or deny anything of course, but I'm so happy you're excited for them!

I will not be shipping Imp and Skizz, sorry! I just personally don't ship them, so they're gonna remain platonic...I mean, in TT who knows what the hell they're doing to be fair 😆 but yeah, Zedango is going to be a thing in the distant future, but no Skizzpulse! Sorry!

Skizz is not in TTSBC at the moment, that doesn't mean he never will be! Just haven't found a spot for him yet...and no, he also would not be with Impulse, I'm so sorry I just don't ship them personally! I think it's a very cute ship tho!

Enjoy rereading the TT Skizz fics!!! Thank you again for the gorgeous art!!!! I love it!!! 💖

[blueskiesrry]

2024 writing evaluation :)

thank you lizzzz for tagging me

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 5!!!

2. Word count posted for the year: 199,325

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction

4. Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: everything of mine is yours

Bookmarks: everything of mine is yours

Comments: where we landed

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I'm most proud of everything of mine is yours because it really was just written purely based on what i wanted to write and was full of self indulgence. the writing style is one that i'm always trying to somehow replicate with my other works.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): to be honest, i'm not entirely sure. i wish i would've put more time into if we were butterflies but i wouldn't say i'm not proud of it. i love beige as well but there was hardly any thought put into it so maybe that's the one i'm least proud of. but not bc i don't love it haha

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: any time i get a comment about a reread or someone going to read my other fics because they liked one of them is a different kind of special to me. to be specific though, i got a comment on where we landed from the person who submitted the prompt, and i still go back and read it when i'm struggling with writing. just know if you've ever left a comment or sent me a message about my fics, even if it's the smallest thing, i've held it close.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: i found writing hard in late spring through the summer. i went really hard the first few months of the year (wrote four fics by may 😃) and i think it burnt me out a bit. there were some things i started and put to the side when i realized i was forcing myself to write them even though they weren't going how i wanted. this is the first year i've been serious and disciplined with my writing so i'm taking that as a learning experience.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: there is a scene in you, in every color where louis and harry have their first disagreement of the fic that acts as a sort of indication that things are getting rocky, and it was surprising to me how difficult it was to get right. i ended up writing it a few times before i finally felt like in emulated what i was going for. the first draft was a large screaming match which ultimately didn't feel right for the characters.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: oh boy, i'm just going to post the first one i can think of lolol. i have nothing to say about it. this is from if we were butterflies

There’s many times in an artist’s life when they must decide whether to savor the moment with their eyes or in their art. To watch a sunset sky turn from purple to pink or to dip a brush in watercolor paint. To snap the picture of a lover lying in the moonlight or to lie with them across cool sheets. To put the pencil down when Harry parts his lips, Louis’ name on his tongue, or to capture his expression forever. “Lou,” Harry says in a voice he’s never heard before, hands shaking in his lap. Louis’ gaze snaps to his, and he must decide—to keep this to himself or to never go another day without the reminder of exactly how Harry is looking at him. And any other time it would feel easy. If it was anyone else, there might be the promise of another moment. But now? With Harry, here, like this, and so, so beautiful?

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: as i said above, this is the first year i've been intentional with my writing, so i think i grew in a lot of ways. most notably, i learned how to outline in a way that works for me which has been HUGE in actually finishing projects. i also learned that writing scenes in order is a lot easier for me and makes it more likely that i'll finish something.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: i'd like to get better at editing. i kind of despise editing after the first read through which leads to sloppiness. i'd like to do better at being intentional with editing and keeping an eye out for specific things.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): this is also the first year that i've really had writer friends who i can talk about writing with so everyone that i've done this with has been a huge influence. specificallyyyyyy though, @harruandlou ofc. i've learned a lot from her about the technical side of writing from plotting to editing and everything in between. and obvs she's been incredible in putting up with my whining and scattered ideas during beta reading 🙂‍↕️

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: always. the first one i can think of is the place in chicago that harry goes in eomiy are places i also went for a conference during undergrad. i'm always pulling things from real life though, i couldn't possibly tell you all of them.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: know your characters before anything else. while plot is important, people will come for the plot but stay for the characters so make sure you know exactly who they are, where they came from, and where they're going. i promise you it will make all the difference in how real your writing feels.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: i recently finished writing my longest (!!!!!) fic yet (over 100k!!!!) that will come out soon into the new year. i'm looking forward to finishing up editing and sharing it with everyone :) i also do have some things planned that i can't wait to get started on!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

ik you may have already been tagged but @petitommo @wishingforloushair @28goldens @insightfulinsomniac @louieshalo

[linkspooky]

hi... it's me again ( ˙▿˙ )

I'm still reading the first part of your jjk fanfic (I'm starting chapter four), and after rereading the chapters I've got to the conclusion that your oc Michi might have been s*xually abused or had something happened in his past that relates to that. I think that because of this:

(from right to left)

Michi got quite defensive about how Geto empathised with the dead men from the love hotel, even though Geto never said anything bad about prostitutes in general. This showed to me that:

1) Geto can be empathic with anybody

2) Michi is empatic but selectively

I love this. I love this kind of dynamic!

BUT, what made me believe that Michi could have been abused or had to see a loved one getting abused (what would still cause him some kind of trauma: low self-esteem, for example)

Was when he was talking to Utahime and said that he felt more comfortable around women.

Since jjk does talk about misogyny and how in every misogynistic society tends to see women as weak / unreliable when there's strength / intelligence involved I believe it was very smart of you to write that Michi feels like a woman. Since he's weak, and that's a trait a misogynistic society would attribute to women, he feels like one, like a woman.

(Again, I might be reading too much into it since he grew surrounded by women, and he could just feel more comfortable around them)

But I feel like you went on another level here!

Showing once again how Michi, just like the rest of young sorcerers (Gojo, Geto and Utahime) are just victims of the Jujutsu world, which washed their brains into making Gojo believe that he's a tool and Michi, due to his weakness, he's relegated to the position of a weakling like Utahime, who both of them get mocked by the stronger sorcerers (Gojo and sometimes even Geto).

NOW, misogynistic society, the topics of sexual assault are discussed, and Michi reacts defensively about it. He feels more comfortable around women. He even feels like one at times!

Getting sexually assaulted is something that is quite associated with women in misogynistic societies where, if a man goes through that, he'll be mocked about it since "that only happens to women"

Since Michi is a victim of the Jujutsu world and Japanese misogynistic culture (and misogyny harms men too) I think it could be possible that he doesn't feel like a real man beacuse his surroundings made him believe so:

-> He's weak, that's something to be embarrassed as a man

-> And not only that, if I'm right, he had been sexually assaulted therefore is even lesser of a man compared to the rest

This is just a theory. I still need to read the rest (thankfully, it's already finished, and I don't have to wait for the next chapters 😭🙏)

But I wanted to let this out because I think it would be really good forshadowing for you oc!

Again, I could be wrong, so I'll go read the other chapters left and see how wrong i was haha :p

Thank you so much for the comment friend, your comments are so thoughtful and well-written. You've now unlocked the secret author commentary. I'll be responding to your asks one by one, I just had the most to say in response to this one.

Michi got quite defensive about how Geto empathised with the dead men from the love hotel, even though Geto never said anything bad about prostitutes in general. This showed to me that: 1) Geto can be empathic with anybody 2) Michi is empatic but selectively

Your observation is absolutely correct. Michi has absolutely no sympathy for abusers and sees them as inhuman and deserving what they get, which as a pacifist and humanist I personally disagree with. At that time too, Geto was struggling with his obligation to protect "the weak" which meant protecting everyone not just picking and choosing who to save. Michi is a bit, revenge obsessed, for a better word, they see themselves as someone who strikes back against abusers when they're really just a very traumatized child.

Michi is also deliberately there to contrast Geto, and Gojo, he's also a bit of a halfway point between the two of them. Gojo has like no empathy for weak people because he can't connect to them. Geto has empathy for everyone, to the point where it eventually drives him insane and tears him apart inside and almost empties it out until there's nothing left. He's so filled with emotions that Gojo doesn't even understand how someone like him can live in this world. And that's the rub, he can't, Geto can't live in this world and be happy.

Michi is alienated from everyone around him due to his past trauma. He experiences the same disconnect as Gojo, but almost for entirely different reasons. Gojo because he feels above everyone, and Michi because he feels beneath everyone. While Michi is also capable of feeling a deep empathy, but only for victims. Michi is also full to bursting with feelings like Geto, but unlike Geto who can be warm and comforting for people like Gojo, Michi is filled with mostly hurt feelings.

BUT, what made me believe that Michi could have been abused or had to see a loved one getting abused (what would still cause him some kind of trauma: low self-esteem, for example) Was when he was talking to Utahime and said that he felt more comfortable around women.

Okay, so this is only ever implied in the fics but I'm just going to confirm it here in my author's notes since you are right.

The backstory in my head is that Michi basically ran away from the Gojo clan after his mother died, and he basically lived in the streets and was picked up by a man who offered him a place to stay for his body. He probably went through a few men like this before landing with someone who at least seemed stable even if he was still abusive. Michi stayed in that bad relationship for several years and only left it, when he was invited back to Jujutsu Academy, and he only became a sorcerer to gain money to free himself from an abusive relationship.

It's extremely graphic so it's never going to be explored in the fics.

nce jjk does talk about misogyny and how in every misogynistic society tends to see women as weak / unreliable when there's strength / intelligence involved I believe it was very smart of you to write that Michi feels like a woman. Since he's weak, and that's a trait a misogynistic society would attribute to women, he feels like one, like a woman. (Again, I might be reading too much into it since he grew surrounded by women, and he could just feel more comfortable around them)

You are close, I'll also cover this in the author's notes since I don't like having characters explain their gender by looking at the screen and saying "this is how I feel about gender."

You are right in that Michi feels like a woman and he feels deep empathy for women because of the way women are treated like property, used and discarded by a misogynist society. Michi essentially, identified so heavily with his mother, with her pain, that he felt more like a woman than a man.

However, even though Michi empathizes with the pain of women to the point where he became a woman, he also finds strength in being a woman. Gojo's idea of being strong is being someone untouchable who is never hurt and never loses. Michi's idea of being strong is being someone who can endure everything, and still love. Michi's mother was her greatest protector for the first ten or so years of her life, she associates her mother with safety and so her becoming a woman is also like putting on armor.

Getting sexually assaulted is something that is quite associated with women in misogynistic societies where, if a man goes through that, he'll be mocked about it since "that only happens to women" Since Michi is a victim of the Jujutsu world and Japanese misogynistic culture (and misogyny harms men too) I think it could be possible that he doesn't feel like a real man beacuse his surroundings made him believe so: -> He's weak, that's something to be embarrassed as a man -> And not only that, if I'm right, he had been sexually assaulted therefore is even lesser of a man compared to the rest

This is a really excellent observation again. You're a good reader. I hope you don't mind if I add onto it.

A big thing with Michi's character is that yes men aren't seen as sexual assault victims. So, characters like Utahime and Gojo would lecture Michi for being weak but they wouldn't guess that Michi was a sexual assault victim in like a hundred years so they come off as ignorant. Michi also doesn't meet the standard definition of a sexual assault victim. He doesn't act like victims are supposed to act. He doesn't go cry in the corner.

Geto on the other hand at least understands that there's something wrong with Michi and starts paying close attention to him, because Geto is the opposite of most people in the Jujutsu World. He wants to empathize with weak people. He's the only one who cares for Michi's point of view and this becomes more obvious as the fanfic goes on.

Michi is a man, and a woman. They are what you'd call x-gender.

Of course, he doesn't really feel like a man or a woman either. To Michi gender is a costume he wears to protect himself. Gender is a performance. He becomes a woman, and it's like wearing armor. That's just Michi's unique view on gender though I'm not speaking for all people.

Michi definitely leans more towards being a woman than a man. It is in part, because when she was victimized, she was victimized by a male predator who saw them as a man. On the other hand, it's less that he feels like he's too weak to be a man, but rather he sees masculinity as something inherently toxic and doesn't want to be like that.

That's not true of course that's just how Michi sees it as someone who was thoroughly abused by a man. This is also to contrast with Gojo, who despite being as queer as Michi and in love with a man basically perfectly embodies the straight cis male paradigm that's held up as the gold standard of Jujutsu Society.

I do think Michi feels lesser compared to other people because he was assaulted, but it's less that he feels lesser as a man but more like he feels lesser as a human being because he's been so thoroughly dehumanized. People have treated him as lesser too, either by blaming him for being too weak to fight back his abusers, or just ignoring his pain entirely.

If Michi doesn't feel like a man, it's because he doesn't even feel human so he doesn't feel like a man or a woman, and if he's dressing or acting like a man or a woman in the moment that's more like a costume. It's very hard for him to feel natural in his own skin "to be a man".

Thank you for sending me your wonderful thoughts, I'm working on responses to your other comments as we speak.

[milksuu]

ur aphelios fic w solari priestess reader was soooo good, i can't stop going back to reread it bc i'm eager for pt 2 if you do end up writing one 😭😭 but there's so much potential for this man bc hello ?? enemies to lovers(?uh) ?? i really like the idea that they're on opposite sides bc as a lover of solari n lunari lore, it feels much more taboo. especially considering how scornful the solari people are of the lunari people which is clear in how the reader treats him 😕 a bit unjustified but it's nice that we aren't exactly a blank sheet of paper in this bc ofc we'd still have to abide by our morals and views 🩵🩵 i also wonder what alune thinks of this if she ever found out, would she even in the first place LMAO "i fear your brother nonconned me 😓😨🧟‍♂️" HDHDHDHS whenever there's an aphelios fic alune always pops into my mind afterwards since she's so dear to me, would the reader ever interact w her through aphelios? bisexuals really winning w this champ 😔

LKJSDVGBFLJHSDFVLSH!! omfg thank you for thinking so much about it. im cryiinnngggg!!! and yeah, im totally writing a part two. I'm at 1.8k words right now. sorry I bounce around a lot so i take a while to write lol.

BUT UGH YES. i definitely wanted to do an enemies/lovers kind of feel. (although i think in phels perspective reader's more 'lover' by his terms because well he's pretty unhinged in his perspective. what can we expect from a guy born and raised as a religious assassin who only ever interacts to his sister?? yeah his 'social' skills aren't going to be the best lmfao)

and like you stated anon, them being lunari/solari just adds the extra layers of drama, depth, and juicy plot potential. all in all, quite a banger.

as far as alune goess, I'd say she 100% knew. only because, alune is a Seer that shows aphelios' path, and directs him on missions. basically the moon told alune "yeah this is going to happen" then alune was like "heyyy soo....you're going to have to do this bro" and then ofc phel was somewhat conflicted the whole time but hey FAITH is never questioning and doing what you're told cause it's supposedly 'right'. and he definitely wants the believe it was all for a 'good' reason. Like him and reader are destined lovers since otherwise, why would the moon have him do that instead of just kill her? kinda like getting a gift for always being obedient to his faith (the copium is strong with this one). but yeah, phel made sure the toxin wore off so that his poor sister didn't have to endure that. (but assassinating people is totally fine obvs!)

alune and reader would have some sort of relationship a bit later. reader is technically a priestess, even though a solari one, she'd still be able to have some way to connect to the spirit realm. or reader can feel the ethereal vibrations emanating from him, but not fully understand/hone in alune's presence. but i think slowly over time, readers growing connection with aphelios will have her gradually connected with alune at some point.

and I want to say the moon goddess has a plan as to why that had to be done to reader. not sure how far i'll actually get to reveal it or develop it, since honestly, i had no intention of continuing let alone build any lore (THIS WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE SMUT DAMNIT HAHA) but we'll see.

whew, kinda went on a tangent, but i hope i've given you some good context anon! again, thank you for rereading my fixations and wanting more. as you can see, you've set off my dopamine receptors with this post lmfao. <3

stay tuned for part 2. ;3

[f-imaginings]

Going through your Ao3 bookmarks after you posted them… the RotG stuff makes so much sense! Did you ever write any Blackice yourself?

I loooved rise of the guardians and blackice so soo much!!! I drew some art, did a tiny one shot and had a blackice roleplay with a friend but the fanfics that held my heart in a vice was @not-poignant 's take on the pairing. They had two major blackice fanfics that live in my brain rent free, one was a brilliant dystopian military au with world building that made my brain do a flip it was so good, and the other was a sequel sort of fic from the movies exploring what happens to Jack after Jaimie dies and exploring why it impacted him more than it did the other guardians and the events that followed once his death shone a light on the true extent of Jack's loneliness.

It was that fanfic that gave me a million mental epiphanies and changed my life and I went back to reread it every year like a tradition to evaluate how my mental health had changed and where I was at now. I resonated with Jack's loneliness and invisibility a lot, especially given how I felt in my family and how things shook out somewhat neglectfully in my past relationship. Since working on myself through therapy and being in a loving attentive relationship I get to see the growth I've had mirroring that of Jack's. Their writing style inspired me greatly, especially how they handled characterisation and character motivation. No scene is wasted. I especially loved how they used every sex scene to either further the plot or reveal something crucial about the characters and the situation developing. They're a top notch a tier aussie writer (a fellow Aussie!) and I highly recommend you to read their fics and shower their work with some love! (They've got some great original works too!) (I'm a big fan lmao I cosplayed their characters, drew art, all the fun stuff)

For people who are fans of Billford and the whole "king of nightmares" schtick, blackice I find can be a softer sweeter version of it without the worshipful dynamics or the toxic betrayal moments between the two. It's basically the boogeyman Pitch Black with mischievous winter boy Jack Frost. It's still got the "join the dark side" elements ("It's not too late to join me"/"what goes better together than cold and dark") and both pairings play on the whole "they are both lonely and one is trying to play on that to sway the other" with world domination stakes although Billford is leaning harder on the manipulation side of things to achieve this (Pitch tries manipulating but it comes off as more of a sales pitch than the degree of cruel manipulation Bill does) there are aspects of the whole nightmare king powers that can be fun to see (reading ones fears vs mind reading) and for fans of the whole corruption/bad ending trope there is a lot of fics out there where Jack gets corrupted into a nightmare boyo like how Ford becomes a henchmaniacs/Bill's right hand/Bill's pet (yeah I see you out there lmao) ect, for folks on board for a bad guy gets redeemed fic tho there are heaps more of those for Pitch since he's actually a hot noble single dad in a lot of cases. His apologies/acceptance comes a lot more naturally BC technically he did bad things BC he was possessed, Bill definitely does not have that excuse.

Anyway I've rambled for a long time but basically anyone who enjoyed reading KMKY and wants to read something amazing while waiting for the new chapter (which I'm working on haha might be done just after Xmas) then definitely read not-poignants works. I promise you they are very poignant and will give you the sort of cathartic cry you got from chapter 34 and 50 of KMKY.

[lowlywriter]

Hey! I've almost finished reading Yuuei Survival Guide (two chapters left 👀) and I wanted to ask if you would be ok with me binding it into a physical book? Or maybe multiple haha its probably too long for one! It would just be a single copy for my personal use, and I would never sell or make any money off it in any way. I'll post my progress on here too! Bookbinding is just one of my creative outlets/hobbies.

If not that's totally ok, I understand! Either way thank you so much for writing it, this work has really become near and dear to me, and I'll probably go back and reread it once i've finished lol! It quite literally ticked all of the boxes and more, and you wrote all of the main characters so beautifully, eg I was never really a fan of Hitoshi in canon, however I now adore him both in and out of canon!

Keep writing, go beyond, Plus Ultra etc, and have an amazing day! 💜✨

Hello!!

I don't mind at all if you want to bind your own copy, so long as there's no profit being made that can get me, or you, in trouble! I get wanting to have a physical copy, and I know others have asked to bind the fic as well, I'd love to see your copy (or the process)! Fanfiction is just such a touchy subject as is :( But anyways, I think book binding is super cool!

I'm glad to hear you liked the fic! It was definitely one of the longest fics I've made so far, and I'm extremely proud of the story is came to be, so I'm happy people are still loving it as much as I am! I hope you like the ending when you get to it!! Playing around with the character was fun, and I liked trying to tweak it so there was something for everyone when it comes to their favorite characters! Giving Bakugo a redemption arc (sorta) and messing around with Hitoshi's character was super fun since he's so sarcastic :P

Anyways, enough rambling from me! Thank you for reading, and I appreciate the ask! I'd really like to see your copy of the fic! Plus Ultra to you as well, and have a great day/night! 🫶

[serendark]

ok ok SO! what are your favorite gf fics you've read??? I think it's super rad you've sorted them into categories!! ✨

:D :D Thank you!

Okay okay so, the ones I've marked as my favorites were pulled aside into their own alphabetical lists outside of the original categories, but I'll mark down here what category they're from too!

I'll start off with just my current top favorites in this reply, and can put together a post with my secondary favorites later if/when you want. ^^ I didn't expect to write so much this time, and might try to hold back a little in the next one.

Fic entries in my big list all include the title of the fic, the word count and chapter count, the author name, and a summary (usually just copied from their AO3 page, though not always)!

There are so many fics I've liked and enjoyed a whole a lot; these are the ones that stand out the most to me as especially excellent for often personal reasons and biases.

⭐Ad Astra Words: 103,406 | Chapters: 18/? (Queen_Mab) Dipper just wanted to close the portal. He didn't want the world to be destroyed. He didn't mean to push Mabel in before it closed. [Portal-Related AUs: Drifting Stars] ----------

This was one of the first Drifting Stars AU fics I ever read, which was also back before I had read very many fan depictions of Ford's character. The more Drifting Stars stories I read afterward, the more this fic stood out as especially unique among them, with various qualities I hadn't seen anywhere else until Maviigirl's "Among the Stars" came along more recently. (I'm pretty sure Among the Stars will end up being added to this list once the sequel finishes <3)

I loved how the town of Gravity Falls as a whole and the people there felt like as much of a living, relevant, entity as what was actually going on beyond the portal with Ford and Mabel, who are usually the only focus in these fics.

What really stood out to me was the author's handling of the Nightmare Realm and dimensional travel and the prose they use, which is... hard for me to describe, but it's so mystical and otherworldly and abstract in a way, like it's very artsy but ethereal and alien all at once! It's just awesome! This fic also goes to some... darker and I suppose edgier places, when it comes to Bill being an active threat, but I really dig that and don't mind that it's not to the tone of the show. I think this fic was also what originally made me fall in love with the idea of Pacifica, as part of finding her own identity and rebelling against her parents, pushing herself to work with animalcare like for llamas (heh) or horses or the like.

I'm also a huge fan of story moments where a character essentially hallucinates people from their past like ghosts who remind them of their mistakes and try to put them down. Let's just say that I really, really liked a certain location that Ford and Mabel ended up at once, hehe. I remember being a big fan of the progression of Ford and Mabel's bond, the different places they went to, and the experiences they had been having, in addition to how cool it was to me to see Pacifica and Gideon's involvement.

Honestly it's been a while and I've read so many fics since this one, I should really reread it sometime and see how it holds up, especially now that I feel like I understand Ford as a character better. I anticipate it still being on this list and very awesome, which is all the more reason to reread it, haha!

⭐A Shock to the System Words: 3,627 | Chapters: 1/1 (MaryPSue) It starts with little things. Minor anomalies, things Ford can - and does - easily brush off. But as their number grows, he finds himself growing more and more uneasy. Something here isn't right. [Sea Grunkles: Adventures] ----------

This one... It was hard for me to understand why this one stuck with me SO much. I think a big part of it is that I just generally love the idea of what Ford goes through here! But I also rather like how the presentation is handled throughout the course of the fic, and how the... tone, and atmosphere evolve as the situation continues to unfold and the characters sit on it? It's such a short fic but feels like an excellent and well-delivered slice that I am dying to be able to read more of because it's just that compelling! I like the ending. That scene with the blood sample is something I still think about surprisingly often.

⭐by the skin of your teeth Words: 70,144 | Chapters: 10/10 (apathetic_revenant) In which Ford's attempt to survive entirely on caffeine and paranoia suffers some pitfalls, and things happen differently in 1982. [Canon Divergence: Researcher & Mullet Pines 80's Era] ----------

This was one I heard mentioned around the community repeatedly before I finally got around to reading it recently, and that was a fantastic decision. I really like how the author handled the interactions and emotional minefield surrounding Ford, Stan, and Fidds. Honestly I was shocked when I saw the year this fic was written, because it has various qualities or observations that are so astute that I would have believed you if you told me the author had read The Book of Bill prior to writing, haha.

I really just thoroughly enjoyed this experience all the way through, but something that stuck with me after I finished was how.... simple things ended up being, in a way? It wasn't convoluted or overly complex or out of left field, and the resolutions or ideas it went with and how those were handled just.... made sense, and were very effective in their simplicity. While also being unique compared to other 80's era fics I've read, even! By the end I found this to be a very cathartic and satisfying fic. That one scene with Ciphord and Fidds is still rent free in my head.

⭐Déjà Vu Words: 59,043 | Chapters: 13/13 (interlude) He wakes up in the backseat of his car on the morning of the day he went to see Ford. Then he wakes up again. And again. Stan and Ford get stuck in a time loop on the day of the portal incident and are forced to work through some things. [Canon Divergence: Researcher & Mullet Pines 80's Era] ----------

I LOVE HOW THIS FIC HANDLES THE TIME LOOP STUFF AHHHH

okay okay so like. Because the time loop forces the brothers back together, essentially, they are able to really scream and yell and have multiple poor-communication relationship-destroying arguments at each other that bare their own insecurities, hearts, and misconceptions all the while, and yet their relationship isn't actually destroyed because they can't actually leave each other, which gives them time to cool their heads and talk again. I liked how varied the arguments felt, and there was this sense of forward progression where, as more arguments happened, the closer both brothers got to actually understanding each other deeply and finally managing to let themselves be honest and vulnerable. Like peeling back the layers the more they talked? And they come out so much better for it, and with so much love for each other, by the end.

I'm also really fond of how the time loop in this scenario, due to how it works, has an.... interesting interaction with the way Bill's typical possession contract with Ford works, and I like Ford's own response as he, well, realizes this, and what that does for him exactly. Additionally, this fic is entirely from Stan's POV which I think really highlighted how he was coming into this situation with no information. All he has to work with, all we can see him work with, is based on his own observations and whatever it is that Ford communicates to him intentionally or not, so Stan has a lot of incomplete information or incorrect first impression biases of stuff. I know some people wish this fic had more Ford, but in my experience I feel like he was characterized as strongly and profoundly as Stanley was, precisely because of how the POV is handled and how Ford and Stan interact with each other and evolve over the course of the fic.

I think some people think there's out of character stuff in this fic? I'm honestly not sure, I suspect it has to do with some of the arguments that happen. IMO though if you dislike some of the arguments or points of contention, there's also so many more that the fic brings up and goes over-- so the complete picture by the end is made up of multiple varied parts instead of just being defined by any one argument as the whole point of the story, per say, which smooths anything over for me, personally.

⭐Greyscale Words: 11,713 | Chapters: 1/1 (impish_nature) The world lost a lot of its colour the day it happened. Weirdmageddon ended with the world taking a sacrifice, leaving the Pines family splintered and lost. An unexpected visitor on the Shack's doorstep might be the healing salve they need to process their grief. [Portal-Related AUs: Reverse Portal, Portal Stan] ----------

God, this fic still messes me up. I don't want to spoil it but like, just look at the category: Portal Stan. I... really like how the conversations and relationship developments are by the end, and just how impactful and meaningful Stan's presence is despite him being in the wrong place. It's like he's a messed-up ghost of their recent tragedy that helps them all find the emotional stability and enough peace to be able to accept moving on, despite how terrible the situation is. I love how much like Stan that, well, Stan is, despite him being an outsider and without personal connections to any of these people when he arrived, especially the niblings.

⭐Journal #4 Words: 181,798 | Chapters: 43/43 (Percival_T_Honeybee) In an alternate dimension where Stanley went with Ford into the Nightmare Realm, the two of them are separated in the vast multiverse. While Ford searches for a way to defeat Bill Cipher, Stanley looks for his brother and a way back home. The multiverse is an unpredictable, dangerous, and absurd place, but the Pines twins will have to find a way to adapt to it--or die trying. [Portal-Related AUs: Portal Stans] ----------

This fic is a JOURNEY, good lord. It might also be the first GF fic where I got that invested in OCs. They don't take away from Stan and Ford's characters and stories, oh definitely not, this fic is just huge and the multiverse is huge and there's a lot of situations that warrant our dork twins interacting with other people, willingly or not, and some of these people are around for the long haul. I think what really sold this fic to me was how it ends, how the entire resolution was handled. It felt like such a good and satisfying bow on what was already a good story, really cementing its identity, I think. I swear the Quantum Destabilizer is fated to never actually work out in almost every fic, lmao. That scene with both Stans near the end... my heart, dude, oh my god. I really like how this fic handles the idea of the multiverse with regards to how this fic exists alongside the actual show canon, which I can't say I've seen depicted very often in ways I super like; I'm usually just kinda neutral on it? but I think it's awesome here. Honestly the depiction of the multiverse itself in this fic isn't one that I usually think of as a favorite either, but it's just awesome here, again. This fic just does things right for me.

⭐Stan Pines Words: 13,901 | Chapters: 1/1 (dotYoo) Stanley has memory gaps because his mind hasn’t finished piecing itself back together, and Ford doesn’t recognize Stanley’s ticks and quirks because he picked up new ones while they were out of contact. There are plenty of reasonable explanations for Stan’s behavior. Weirdmageddon is over, the kids are back home, everyone is recovering nicely, and Stanley is the town hero. Ford would know if he was dealing with someone else. Right? [Post-Canon: Amnesiac Stan-Related] ----------

This fic.... I can't say anything, I must hold my tongue. I just really like the ideas!! I got to the end and I just had to sit there for a while and go back to reread some sections! I'm rather fond of what the... uh.... "solution" ends up being...! I sure love being vague.

⭐Statement Abnegation Words: 87,201 | Chapters: 10/10 (Anonymous) Stanford Pines and Bill Cipher are impossibly entangled with one another, like a knot beyond unraveling. To break the bond between them would require cutting the knot out entirely, severing a large portion of each of them in the process. Or, Stanford knows about the barrier keeping Weirdmageddon contained prior to being captured, changing the course of the apocalypse. Statement Abnegation is a psychological horror novel following the complicated relationship between an imprisoned Ford Pines and his captor. [Billford: Post-Betrayal] ----------

THIS FIC. DUDE. Every time I think about the ending it just ruins me, oh my godd. I enjoyed it throughout but the ending really cements this fic as fantastic. I just.... where do I even begin? This fic is an actual, terrible, fantastic, wretched, nightmare, and the way it ends is HAUNTING and gut-wrenching and just so messed-up yet makes so much sense as the followup to the throughlines we've been seeing develop throughout the fic prior to that point. It hurts me. It hurts me so much and I adore it for it but, but!!! ahhhh. There's a lot about how the..... situation develops that stands out to me as pretty darn cool. Like, I damn near hollered when certain conversations or events happened, repeatedly, and it was just so interesting, and I had so many questions about where things were going.

People have different opinions but IMO this is a very very bad (as in negative rather than positive) and very very tragic ending that's trying to roleplay as a bittersweet or happy one and you should not fall for Bill's narrative!!! sorry. sorry. I just. ,,,,,, I had to stew on it and think about it for a long time and it's still in my head.

Mind the tags on this one, please, this is a fic that has some fangs. Also, this fic is mostly SFW but there is some narratively meaningful NSFW at some point, if that is the sort of thing that might be a dealbreaker for, well, this context. Thank you Billford for always being so wholesome and healthy ahahaha pain. :)))

⭐State of Dreaming Words: 8,374 | Chapters: 1/1 (SandyQuinn) The landscape reminds Stanford of something. Despite the fact that his brother is a constant source of bafflement and annoyance and annoyed bafflement, Stanford feels a little grateful, a little relieved, at how easily the bickering makes him remember how to be a human again. [Other AUs: One of Us AU] ----------

This fic feels like it was specifically made to hurt me specifically. I'm... how do I even talk about this one. I finished reading it and had to sit there. It stuck to my head like some kind of sick glue that I couldn't stop thinking about. My favorite aspects of it would be mega spoilers to talk about, but I've gotta, so I'll do it in a general sense. Or try to, anyway.

Spoilers for Madoka Magica incoming. So, you know in Madoka Magica how Witches have their own Labyrinths that are like these reality marbles made up of the nightmares of the girl who became the Witch, to continually torment her? And how Rebellion is mostly like that for Homura except for much of the film it's secretly pretending like it's completely normal and isn't a fucked up reality marble at all? Um. So. so. uh. Mabeland. I like thinking of Mabeland as kind of a similar sort of thing for Mabel. Similar to the Magia Record anime where Iroha's Doppel keeps her trapped in her Doppel dream reality marble thing before Yachiyo and Kuroe rescue her out of it. Iroha was pulled into hers as an escape from the terrible reality and difficult emotions she was going through; her Doppel kept her in a gilded cage full of illusions of fake but wonderful dreams to try and protect her. Not that dissimilar from Rebellion, exactly.

And I will repeat again, Mabeland. I really like this stuff. Anyway what if someone had complete control of this type of contained, caged reality, and what if..... things about this caged reality began to change, and change the owner in turn, and there were influences here that... people in it didn't realize until the changes were already happening, and maybe someone who thought they were in control ended up emotionally trapped in it and not in as much control as they thought......

Also depictions of Ford when he has.... ascended past being, or being able to be, a human because of the power he's been given by joining Bill's side... god. How his connections with his loved ones grow more tenuous by the day, and maybe even.... feel less important, tragically, despite where his original intents started, but he doesn't let them go either, but he's. well. mentally and soulfully trapped and caught up in something terrible.

This fic's summary was just a quote from the beginning, which I replaced with a different quote of my choosing from elsewhere in the fic which... just sits really right with me, I guess, when I think about this fic.

Also, NSFW warning for some Billford. Mind the tags ^^

This fic just left me feeling lost and dazed at the end in some kind of remarkable way.

⭐Studio Space Words: 2,868 | Chapters: 1/1 (thesnadger) It's the future. Mabel's older, possibly wiser and away at college when she gets an assignment that sends her back to the summer of 2012. [Post-Canon: Piedmont]

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I LOVE THIS FIC AHHHHH

I adore how much care and eye for detail was put into the exact depiction of, well, Mabel creating a triptych of Mabeland and what that means for her at the age she is now, looking back at back then. This fic is actually from the POV of one of her classmates, who doesn't know Mabel very well iirc but starts to develop more of an understanding as she witnesses Mabel's approach to this project over the course of hardworking days full of Mabel also being on call with the people she loves, family and friends alike, offering her their support. I like how Mabel reflects on it, and where she takes it in the end. I have a huge soft spot for further depictions and explorations of Mabel's character when it comes to Mabeland, and how Mabeland may have stuck with her after the summer. This is just an awesome fic.

⭐Theseus' Guide to Ruining a Perfectly Good Boat Words: 70,862 | Chapters: 7/8 (stump_not_found) Stan's got his brother back, at least, but Stanford isn't the same as Stan remembers. Looks the same, sure, talks the same, absolutely - but he's got a 'professional working relationship' with Bill Cipher that Stan'd really rather not interrogate. Stan and Ford must now find a way to kill Bill, get the family back to Earth, and try to keep the ghosts of their past from tearing them apart. Again. Same boat, different planks, and neither one can deal with their own reflection in the water. Well, whatever. They can handle this. [Canon Divergence: Summer 2012] ----------

My primary first impression of this fic was that I really liked how it handled the tone and character writing, it just feels so thoughtful and perfectly silly yet serious and, like.... amazingly in character I guess? Or rather, their personalities are SO vivid! I found that I had a rather strong positive impression, at the least, with what the fic does with them. As I caught up on the first couple chapters and followed along with new ones, I found myself feeling very impressed with how this fic was presenting the situation and handling the characters within it. Every chapter feels so planned, and pieces that are mentioned are relevant again later as more of the situation and our understanding of it unfolds around and with the characters. I really like the whole theming this fic has going on with the title, chapter titles, the boat metaphor compared to Stan, etc, and the art is really cool.

It also has some very fun Billford which I completely did not expect when I started reading this fic, so that's been nice, haha. I'm always a sucker for cool depictions of Portal Era Ford and this fic has so much of that. I'm STILL thinking about that damn golden Cipher statue, oh my god, it's ridiculous how much you could analyze that thing and what it means here and it's wonderful. I haven't checked the author's tumblr but I'm pretty sure the final chapter is coming out like any day now? They haven't taken very long to come out, I feel like I recall, so I would not be surprised to see ch 8 suddenly drop in my email inbox (would have been ridiculously funny if it happened while I was writing this lmao). Even if it takes a while, I'm eager and can happily wait for forever. I hope the author takes the time they need.

⭐Triptych Words: 1,117 | Chapters: 1/1 (scribefindegil) Men like Stanley Pines are born tragedies, and tragedies don’t get happy endings. Two times this was true, and one time, miraculously, it wasn't. Musings on Stanley Pines' lives. [Canon Compliance / Mid-Canon] ----------

I ADORE the way this fic puts Stan and Ford together as opposite weights on a scale that balance each other out-- Stan being the one who flies too low to the sea, Ford being the one who flies too close to the sun, and they need each other for counterbalance or else they drive themselves to doom or are driven to doom by how they struggle to deal with the cards they've been dealt. I'm a huge fan of the whole concept of including Stan in Ford's Icarus metaphor, and I really love all the ways you can read into components like Stan feeling like he's dragging others down into the sea with him because he's that much of a screwup and ruins everything he touches, not super dissimilar to how one can read Ford's self-blame and guilt about how all he can ever manage to do is burn his loved ones and every good thing he's ever tried, pulling them into his mess.

I'm really endeared to the sentiment that these brothers need each other, to help each other be less like the bad and wounded parts of themselves, if that makes sense? I don't think it's impossible for either of them to have lived happy lives apart from each other or with more distance than when they were kids, exactly, had things not exploded in all the ways that they did, but I really do love pushing these two that close together in such meaningful ways and thinking about what that means, including how them not being together might be fundamental to them both reaching what I think of as the lowest parts of their individual lives: Stan hiding from Rico, and Ford hiding from Bill-- and Ford saving Stan from Rico unintentionally/accidentally by sending him the postcard, only for Stan to unintentionally/accidentally save Ford from Bill by pushing him in the portal, in a way.

('Save' in the sense that I don't exactly have confidence that Ford was actually going to survive the paranoid era if Stan did take the book and leave, and I would not be surprised in the slightest if he was actually planning or would eventually resort to suicide to finally remove his body as a tool for Bill to use. Sure Stan pushing him into the portal landed him in the Nightmare Realm literally right there by Bill more than Ford had ever been, but you get what I mean. We also don't exactly know much about Stan's situation with Rico or whoever else was chasing him, but I like to think that he was really, truly at the end of his rope when he received Ford's postcard. Truly in virtually the same sort of profoundly shitty and terrifying situation like Ford was after Bill's betrayal especially, that was ready to swallow him if he made so much as one misstep.)

⭐Wasting Away Again in the Goldilocks Zone Words: 405,100? | Chapters: 79/? (ckret2) Bill escapes his postmortem imprisonment via an unauthorized reincarnation—but half his powers are sealed off and the Pines family immediately captures him. He has until the Pines can obtain a god-executing weapon to escape the Mystery Shack, his body, or death row. No prob! He can befriend his captors; but THEY'LL never befriend HIM— enter Mabel Pines, with Ford watching closely. And by the end of summer, all of Gravity Falls is befriending Bill Cipher. A story about a soul trapped in a body it doesn't fit; the psychic scars left on children whose parents ask them to be adults; giving a monster a second chance he doesn't deserve but needs; and Bill getting cursed to forget how doorknobs work. [Post-Canon] ----------

Truth be told I'm not super into reading fics on Tumblr itself and will choose AO3 instead every time, but I kept seeing posts about this fic on my dash and, eventually, when it had like half as many chapters as it did now, I spontaneously began reading it. (As a note, it is on AO3 now! Far behind, but it'll catch up eventually.)

My first impression was that this fic was spectacularly hilarious. I was SO amused by the whack situation and seeing what the characters were doing and feeling about it. It just really tickled my funny bone and I just felt like I was having so much fun as I read! Then I kept reading, and kept reading, and I was very impressed as I began to realize how much this fic is about mindful, meaningful, and serious (and not serious) character development and story progression. It wasn't just a funny fic, it was really really competent and informed and executed really well across the board and it felt so satisfying to keep reading and seeing where things would go and develop further!

I think one of the early (or early-ish? not sure) experiences for me that really solidified this fic and my enjoyment of it was the whole thing pertaining to Ford and Mabel's trip to the crystal shop. More recently, one of my favorite chapters bar none is the 'Bill escapes from the Theraprism' one (which can be read standalone btw!!!! wink wink. ch 6.) My absolute favorite highlight of this entire story so far is the finale of season 1, ending at ch 60, which even inspired me to draw fanart (and my first ever human Bill in the process, haha).

I was also very pleasantly surprised to be treated to Billford in this fic. It's..... really not a fic that's about Billford so far, exactly, but what I mean are the depictions of Ford's character wrt what Bill used to mean to him and how hard it is to let go of that, and how Bill being back is, frankly, disturbing for many reasons. I think it was around the crystal shop stuff where Ford started talking to Stan about this stuff and I hollered, ahaha.

[cdelphiki]

I was rereading some snippet from your "In For a Pound" series and it's still one of the best reimaginings of the Batfam that I've ever read. I'm so glad that you're enjoying getting back to "Jason and the Three Terrors" because it seems like such a labor of love for you. That said, I kinda can't wait until you dip back into "The Best Things"...haha! Obviously, take your time and write whatever you want whenever you want! Just thought I'd give your other AU a little love today! All the best!

Haha thanks! Right now the goal is a green check mark on J&3T, but even going at 2 chapters a week it’ll take quite a while longer. There’s probably 5? Ish chapter left in part II and then all of part III which if it’s anything like 1 and 2 it’s gonna be another 25-30 chapters lol. So that’s what, 18 weeks? If I can continue with this pace? I already know I’ll have to skip a week or three this summer.

Then my current plan is to go over to Reclaiming Innocence to finish that up. It’s actually not far from being done so that’s part of the reason I’m going to shift it it next. THEN I’ll move back to in for a pound. The Best Things is the WIP I have the least handle on, but I do want to finish it up so I can move on to the next stories in the series. I imagine I’ll be working on that series for many years to come lol.

[meridiansdominoes]

Not a question, but it’s been a while and I wanted to come back and sing your praises!

I just finished rereading Dominoes for the third(?) time, and it’s just as amazing as the other times I read it. I absolutely love your writing and how you’ve managed to put some familiar stories together, along with new additions, to make a truly awesome narrative. One of my favorite things is your characterization of the clones and their relationships with each other and the people around them.

I’m sending good vibes your way with all of the school and life stuff you have going on! I hope everything is going well.

(A question I did think of though: Have you been watching Bad Batch? If so, what are some of your thoughts? If not, I highly recommend :) )

Hi!! I'm so glad you've been enjoying it so much, and thanks for the good vibes haha, they really helped me finish my semester strong! As for the bad batch... I'm sorry to admit that I am SO behind. I've only seen the first episode of the newest season, but I DEFINITELY plan on catching up over the next week or so now that I'm done with school! I'm very excited, I was loving it so far!

[verbenaa]

for the fic asks: 2, 19, 29, 37, 40, 47, 57, 59! 🫂❤️

ahhhh tysm my friend 🥹🫂💕

(answering from this set of questions here)

2. do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go? I already answered this question here, but the short answer is both, haha 😅. I am a very chaotic writer.

I will say though, the farther I get into writing to eden, the more I have planned for each chapter moving forward. In the beginning I had very little plans for the story and more of a vague idea, which gave me a lot of room to figure out exactly what I wanted to story to be and now I have a much clearer trajectory of where I am taking things. But even knowing that, I still technically only have a basic outline set up for the next 5 chapters or so (which puts us post-confession near the end of act 2)! Once I post the confession chapter, I definitely need to sit down and think about how to move towards act 3 for sure (though I've definitely already been thinking about it in my mind) 😅🫡

19. what is the most used tag on your ao3? I think it is a 3-way tie between 'Porn with Feelings', 'Soft Dom Astarion', and 'PWP' hahaha

29. what's your revision or editing process like? absolute chaos. Every chapter and fic is different during editing, of course, but I am very much NOT an organized person in any facet of my existence, and this extends to editing✨. I do a lot of rereads, change wording around, change it back, etc. The one thing I do in every WIP though is use the color red to designate something that needs attention, so it serves as a clear visual marker of 'hey something about this word/phrase/paragraph is off and needs a little more TLC'. I also utilize this while writing as a way to say ‘I like this idea but the English is not flowing and I can’t find the exact words’ so I can know to go back to that concept and flesh it out when the English DOES decide to flow again. I also like doing this because it means when I'm done editing, I get to see a word doc without ANY red which is a great feeling!

37. how do you choose where to end a chapter? straight vibes 😎. but honestly I never really know if I'm ending on the right thing, I just attempt to close stuff where it feels like a natural conclusion--like someone leaves, someone has a thought that ends, and so on so forth. (there's lots of leaving tents in to eden, ok? it's a thing.)

40. if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? ooooooh certainly something from to eden, but I have no idea what scene? I think I'd be happy with any of them, honestly.

47. how many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? a million? a billion? it's an infinite number. all I know is that once my eyes start to cross and my head gets fuzzy when I'm reading over it and any obvious mistakes are gone, it's probably time to post.

57. do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it's finished? Either, really! I edit when I am having a not-so-great writing day typically so I can feel like I am at least achieving something! But in general, the bulk of my editing does happen at the end. But really it’s whatever suites my brain at that moment.

59. does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? If not, would you tell anyone? Aside from my husband, no! Family members know that I do write though, but I just tell them I am "writing fantasy stories for fun", which seems to appease them. I would probably tell someone I felt close to that UNDERSTOOD it, but I don't actually know anyone IRL who writes/reads fanfic believe it or not.