#i ended up taking 'favorite' out of the prompt titles bc of the pressure i was exerting on myself

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rowan's eclipse anniversary celebration

week three: episode

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caught in the nets (spencer reid/reader)

Title: caught in the nets

Requested: no

Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: smut, fluff

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, public sex (public bathroom), fingering, handjob, grinding, groping, heavy petting, fucking with fishnets on, tipsy sex, possessive), hand on jaw/neck (no pressure), swearing, drinking, mentions of a gun, mentions of casework, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3,944

Summary: Spencer loves what reader is wearing while out at a bar with the team

A/N: hi guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Here’s another thing i wrote. this is another thing I was super excited to write. AND I wrote it for one of my bestest friends @spencer-reid-in-a-pool for pom’s server fic swap. I wrote it in literally two days bc I had a week to write it. But it does have a prompt and a few other things she likes in it! also quick shout out to @newportonmymind for proofreading this!! i really appreciate you! I really hope you guys enjoy this piece! Thank you all so much for the love and support! I appreciate it and you! Check out my masterlist!

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Rough cases will always be the worst. Sometimes they felt hopeless, like we weren’t able to figure out how to save a victim. In the end we were able to save the victim and arrest the unsub. But it was still rough.

So drinks were a must when it came to the end of rough cases. I know it’s a bad thing to turn to drinking in a rough time. But sometimes nothing helped more than a drink. It was easier to relax with a little liquor in your system. Well, it was easier for me to relax with a little liquor. I couldn’t say about the rest of the team.

I was the one who offered up the idea of going to a bar when we returned home. I just needed a little something to help me unwind. Luke, Penelope and Tara were the next to say they’d be coming. After some light convincing, Emily, JJ, and Matt agreed. David was quick to leave before we could get to him about it.

Which left Spencer. At first he put up a fight, arguing that he had to go home. Home to what? We have the same situation. Eventually Penelope wore him down and got him to go.

“Okay, I’ll meet you guys there. I need to change out of these clothes.” I looked down at the business attire I had worn on the plane. I really wished I had changed out of them too, and into something more comfortable.

“Sounds good, Sweetness! See you in a bit.” Penelope looked at me with a smile. I returned the smile before collecting my things from my desk, and leaving.

Part of me wanted to wear a sweatshirt and sweatpants. But I also wanted to wear jeans and a tee-shirt, just to be comfortable. I also wanted to wear something more… party like. Mostly because we’re going to a bar, where there were going to be lots of people. Mmm…

I went with the latter. My outfit ended up consisting of a plain black top, paired with short-shorts and a “comfortable” pair of heels. Under the shorts I wore one of my favorite clothing items, a pair of black fishnets. They were one of my favorite things because I always gained the attention of someone. And I usually enjoyed that attention. I just don’t know whose attention I wanted.

Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I grabbed my bag and left for the bar. I was the first to leave the BAU, but the last to show up to the bar. Even Spencer was there before me, which was a rarity.

“Hey sorry I’m late. Traffic was nuts… And I just wanted to look nice,” I laughed nervously as I looked down before sitting beside Penelope. Everyone’s eyes were on me, and I tried to avoid the feeling of the stares. At first I tried to not be self-conscious, after all I was the one who wanted to dress a little more… sexy and get the attention of others.

“What are you wearing?” Luke asked after he took a sip of his beer. I looked down at my attire and shrugged.

“Wanted someone’s attention. Figured I’d get it here.” I gestured around the room towards the many groups of people. “Already got yours, Lukey-poo,” I cooed as I looked at him. He looked back at me with a weird look in his eyes. “Where’s Spence?”

“He went to get a drink.” JJ nodded towards the bar before sipping her drink. I looked over my shoulder and towards the bar. My eyes quickly identified the lanky and awkward body of Spencer standing beside the bar as he waited for a drink.

“Has the bartender been flirting with him the whole time?” I looked back at the team with wide eyes. Tara looked over at JJ with a smug smile before nodding. “No ones gonna save him?” “Figured we’d give him a try first.” Matt shrugged as he looked back at me. I let out a mildly annoyed sigh before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Emily asked as she looked at me. I smiled as her eyes very slowly lingered down my body. There was an obvious struggle, and I liked that. I was definitely getting the attention I craved tonight. Even though it’s from my superior.

“Gonna go save boy wonder from inevitable embarrassment that he will probably succumb to.” I rested my hand on the table as I looked at the team. JJ and Emily shared a knowing glance. “And I’m getting myself a drink.” I shrugged before shoving my hands in my small pockets and walked towards the bar and Spencer.

“Hey Spence!” I exclaimed as I looked at him. He looked away from the bartender and smiled. His smile, however, quickly melted away and a hungry look took over his eyes.

“H-hey,” he mumbled before looking back at the bartender. She looked between me and Spencer before muttering a few profanities and walking away. I smirked before taking the space up beside Spencer.

“You seeing something you like, Reid?” I asked as soon as I noticed him staring at me again. I leaned over the bar beside him and smiled.

“I.. Uh, I…” He cleared his throat before looking away from me and down at the counter. Well, maybe I did know whose attention I wanted…

“Anyways, I’ve come to save you.”

“Save me?”

“The bartender…” I whispered before nodding in her direction. Spencer looked down at her and we both caught her looking between us before dropping her gaze.

“The bartender?”

“Just get your drink and come on,” I laughed before standing up and away from the counter. Spencer looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. He was obviously confused as to what I was talking about. But I’ll honestly save him the embarrassment. “Oh, wait. I want a drink too!” I exclaimed as I leaned over the counter.

Once we both had our drinks, I silently led him back to the table. I enjoyed the feeling of people’s eyes on me as I walked by them. I could even sense Spencer staring at me. To be fair, my shorts were a little on the shorter side…

Maybe the attention I was getting was from the person I wanted it from the most…

Spencer and I returned to the table, and we were quick to join into whatever conversation they were having. The entertaining stories that Matt told about his kids made everyone go into a fit of laughter.

The laughter only grew the more drinks that everyone had consumed. We weren’t exactly drunk, well some of us weren’t drunk. But when someone in the bar orders a round of drinks for the table, it’s hard to say no.

JJ, Spencer and Matt were the only ‘mostly sober’ ones. Followed by Tara and me being tipsy, but sober enough to know what was happening. Penelope, Luke and Emily had enough to drink and had left the table to go dance with each other and random people in the bar.

“I wanna dance,” I muttered as I looked down at the table. Matt cleared his throat, causing me to look up at him. He was nodding a Spencer, who was looking around the room at all the other people. A small smile grew across my lips before I jumped from my seat. Spencer and JJ both looked at me with shock on their faces.

I looked right at Spencer and smiled. “You.” I pointed at him. “Me.” Then I pointed at myself. “We’re dancing,” I spoke as I jerked my thumb behind me. Spencer’s face fell slightly as he watched me walk to stand in front of him. I smiled as his eyes lingered on my body for a brief moment before landing on my face. “Come on. Let’s leave mom and dad alone.” I lifted a hand for him to take. He looked at it for a moment before hesitantly placing his hand into mine.

Once he stood, I dragged him over to the dance floor, where we both stood still. I didn’t know what was going through his head, but I wished I did. His body wasn’t tense, in fact I could tell he liked that I was being daring and the close proximity I was in.

We, and by we I mean me, hardly danced. It was mostly just me. And my dance moves consisted of me grinding on him. Which seemed to rile him up enough to entertain me. I enjoyed it more when he rested his hands on my hips and held me in front of him.

I looked around the room at all the people, watching as they continued dancing with their friends and people. Then I looked back at Spencer before grabbing his hand. His once hazel eyes were blown out black and a look of hunger and lust was settled in them. He looked like he knew what he wanted, and he was about to do anything in his power to get it too.

I looked away from him and around the room, again, looking for a familiar face. It wasn’t that I needed someone to save me from this moment. No. I needed to make sure none of our friends saw what I was about to do next.

I turned to face Spencer again and pressed my chest to his. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled them flush against his. The breath was knocked from my lungs when I felt how hard he was through his slacks and my shorts.

I grabbed his wrist and turned away from him before dragging him out of the bar and towards the bathrooms. He didn’t say anything when I pulled him into the women’s bathroom and into a stall. I’ll forever be grateful for that too because I don’t know where else we would go to.

I pulled him into a stall and locked it before pushing him against the door. His lips quickly attached to mine, and before I knew it his teeth grazed across my lower lip. And just like before, when we were out in the bar, his hands fell back to my hips and he pulled me against him. He rolled his hips to mine, pressing his bulge into my body.

“I can’t believe you,” Spencer groaned against my mouth. I looked up at him and smirked. “Why’s that? What makes me so unbelievable?” I whispered as I pressed a hand to his front. Spencer’s body froze and a hiss came from his lips.

“You coming to this bar, dressed like that, acting like you own the place,” his voice was low as he spoke. I smiled before I looked for his belt. “Acting like you aren’t arousing every man-- and woman-- here. That’s right, I saw the way Emily looked at you,” he continued as he looked at me.

“I just wanted attention from someone. But I’m sure happy that it’s your attention that I’m getting, Spencer,” I whispered before I pressed my hips against his.

“Well… I don’t think you’ll be getting attention from anyone else other than mine from now on.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re mine now, Sweetness,” he mildly mocked the pet name Penelope had given me earlier today. I stared at him, my breathing growing shallow. “And no one else’s.” Goosebumps grew like fire across my skin once I realized the honesty and reality of his words. Or, well, I should say his possessiveness. At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted or believed what he said, but a moment passed and I realized… I wanted it so bad.

We both fell into a silent stare down. My hands, however, kept busy as they looked for his belt. But then a smirk grew across my lips the second I realized he still had a hard on waiting for me.

I was quick as I tried undoing his belt buckle, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he obviously did when I began struggling and fumbling for a moment.

“Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me, Reid?” I whispered as I carefully slipped my hand into his pants and briefs. My question was otherwise rhetorical. I knew for a fact it was a gun. But I also knew it wasn’t a gun.

Spencer took a deep breath of air once my hand was wrapped around his length. I smiled as I slowly moved my hand back and forth, gently applying pressure.

“It’s a gun,” Spencer returned, keeping his voice low, “But I’m more than happy to see you. Trust me.” I could tell he was trying to be sly with his words. Because when he started talking his voice was deep and a little rough, but as he continued on talking, they got a little shaky and a little bit higher. I wanted to mock him, but I knew better than to do that.

“Oh… I do,” I whispered as I quickened my pace. My lips were hovering over his. His breath fanned across my face, and I could just barely smell the gin and tonic he had drank earlier.

My heart was beating hard in my chest because I was about to fuck my co-worker in the bathroom at fucking bar. I wondered if his was doing the same thing. I wondered if his thought process was the same as mine too.

I also wondered if he felt the same way. Maybe I’ve always wanted the attention from Spencer. He was right there, and always has been, and always will be. Plus we’ve known each other for years. So what’s the harm? Maybe he felt the same?

The grip Spencer held on my hips started to tighten as I continued to stroke his length. I could feel his tension growing the longer I went. My lips slowly curled at the corners as I realized how much I was going to enjoy this.

Then it happened. Spencer flipped our positions so I was pressed against the door. Both of my wrists were in one of his hands, held above my head. His other hand was already messing with the button of my shorts.

“You think you’re the only one who can do that, Sweetness,” he whispered before pressing his lips to my neck. It was his turn to grind his hips against mine, easily taking my breath away again.

“Spence…” I gasped once his hand was finally down the front of my shorts. I tried hard to pull my hands from his hand, but his grip only tightened.

“See, two can play at this game,” he spoke softly as he swiped a finger up my slit. I bit my lips together as he gently moved his finger around the sensitive nub between my thighs. “But unlike you I’m going to let you finish.”

“I was go-oh…” I whimpered as my knees buckled down causing my hips to grind on his hand. He smiled before carefully pushing a finger into my entrance. It was suddenly hard to concentrate as he curled his fingers just right.

“That’s what I thought,” Spencer murmured against my ear before moving his mouth to the corner of my mouth, then to my neck. A small moan fell from my mouth as he sucked a spot onto the base of my neck.

I stayed silent as Spencer continued whispering dirty things in my ear. Part of me almost forgot who I was with. Not because of what was happening, but because of what he was saying. I had no clue Spencer could say such dirty things. My train of thought was all over the place, derailing the moment I would gain a coherent thought.

Once I did eventually finish on his fingers, he pulled his hand from my shorts and looked down at me. It was a silent moment of a stare down. I was quiet because I was sure of what was about to happen. I was about to fuck Spencer Reid. I was willing to bet Spencer was calculating how long the events of everything would take. I didn’t care, I just wanted it and I wanted it now.

I broke the stare down, looking down at his slacks and the bulge that was still pressing against the fabric. I silently undid the button and zipper and pushed his pants down.

Spencer stopped me before I could do anything else. I looked up at him, my eyes staying on his face as he pushed down my shorts. Then it happened. I was expecting sex to happen like normal. Half naked.

I furrowed my eyebrows when he started getting ready. My tights were still on me properly. He didn’t forget. Man has the best mind in the world. He wouldn’t forget about my tights.

“Wait,” I whispered as I went to pull my tights off, but Spencer stopped me. His hand wrapped around my wrist before he pulled it away. “I gotta take my tights off if we-Oh…”I looked up at him with wide eyes once I realized what he wanted.

“Keep them on,” he whispered so softly I almost didn’t hear him. I nodded lightly. Truth be told, I could see the appeal in it. I did wear the fishnets for a reason. And I knew how I looked in them.

“I can do that.”

Spencer hoisted one of my legs around his waist and pressed my body against the wall. I stared at him, my arms wrapped around his neck to keep me up right. He also helped keep me up by keeping his hands on my hips. Once I was steady, Spencer ripped a hole in the crotch of my tights.

My teeth bit down on my lower lip as he dragged the head of his cock down my pussy. I almost couldn’t handle the way he teased my entrance. I wondered if he could see how frustrated I was starting to get. He’s a profiler. He should just know already how much I needed this.

“I swear to-” ‘God, Spencer.’ My words were cut off with a moan as he pressed into me all at once. It was hard to keep my head up right, and I fought for a moment before finally dropping it to rest on his shoulder. I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down.

Spencer moved a hand around to rest on my bottom. My mouth fell as his hand began massaging my flesh. That, paired with the way he began moving his hips started becoming too much for me.

He looked down at me, sweat beginning to mat down his hair to his forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he picked up his pace. My leg around his waist pulled him closer to me.

“Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop,” I whined as he finally moved closer to me. My body began moving up and down the door. The cloth of my tank top had started riding up, and my hot skin was instantly touching the cool steel door.

Spencer lifted a hand to my head, placing it on the backside before pulling my face to his. His lips pressed everywhere on my face, not one spot was ignored. I pulled my hands away from his neck and grasped his shirt and tie, keeping him in his spot.

“You could’ve worn anything and I still would have wanted to fuck you. Sweatpants and oversized tee-shirt, that pencil skirt you wore back in Oklahoma… But the fishnets really do take the cake.”

“I-I knew someone would like them.” I tried to keep my voice steady. But it was so hard when pressure began growing in my stomach and between my legs.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? You here, looking like this,” his voice was almost a growl. My chest began heaving with each word he said and each movement he made. “Too damn long, that’s how long.”

Spencer removed his hand from the back of my head and dropped it to between my legs, resting it high on my thigh. His thumb moved back and forth on my leg, over the material of the fishnets. The look in his eyes drove me wild, and I loved it so, so much.

“Better me than anyone else. I’m not willing to share.” Spencer actually growled as he moved his finger to the crest of my legs. He smiled when I looked up at him with a mildly panicked look in my eyes. “Do you understand why, Sweetness?”

“N-no.”

“As I told you earlier, you’re mine,” he struggled as he tried to hold back a moan.

“Fuck,” I cried as my head dropped back down to his shoulder. I pressed a hand to the wall beside me. I gasped for air as the pressure in my stomach grew to the point of exploding.

“Only I can make you feel like this. You got that, Sweetness?” Spencer groaned, which quickly caused me to nod.

It was impossible to stay quiet as the pressure built up more. The situation was pushed more as soon as Spencer started moaning more into my ear. It was so overwhelming the second he said my name.

And then it happened. I finished before him. But it wasn’t too long after that a familiar warmth spread throughout me.

Spencer dropped his head to my shoulder, and we were both left in panting, breathless messes. My eyes were stuck open as I tried recollecting myself.

“I waited a long time for that too, Spencer,” I whispered, breaking the silence after a few minutes passed. He laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Of course you do.” I shook my head and pushed his body off mine. He looked down at me with a smirk. “What… What does this mean?”

“Could mean anything. We let things happen naturally, or we pretend nothing happened at all. I’d prefer the former, if I’m going to be honest with you.” He gently lifted a hand and rested it on my face. My nose twitched as soon as I felt something rolling down my thigh. Then my eyes widened.

“N-naturally… Yeah,” I whispered, mostly to myself, as I reached for a wad of toilet paper. I quickly cleaned up the mess that was between my legs and shook my head.

“We should go. Get you properly cleaned.” Spencer spoke up once I was done cleaning myself a bit.

“Well now we gotta go out there and pretend like nothing happened,” I whispered as I looked up at him. Spencer shrugged like it was no big deal. “Where did this sudden cockines come from?”

“When I realized you could have any guy in the bar… And you chose me.” He smiled before wrapping an arm around my waist. I widened my eyes as we exited the bathroom and entered the crowd of people together. People stared at us as we walked by, but I couldn’t tell if it was both of us they were staring at or just me. Spencer’s grip around my waist tightened as he pulled me closer to him. “Remember, Sweetness… I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” his voice was low. My body stiffened once the reality of his words hit me. His.

“Where were you guys?” Emily looked between Spencer and I. I looked at her with wide eyes, my expression telling her (and the rest of the team) everything they needed to know. I’m sure I looked like a hot fucking mess.

“Sweetness here was outside not feeling too well. So I brought her to the bathroom and helped her out a little bit,” Spencer lied with a smile.

Even he knew the lie was useless. But I think everyone would rather believe the obvious lie than rather just know the truth. To be fair, I’d rather tell them all a useless lie rather than the truth. “She still doesn’t feel too well. So I’m going to take her home.”

“Oh! Bummer! I hope you feel better!” Penelope was the first to speak up. I was thankful too that she played along because I really couldn’t handle that embarrassment…

“I will.. Hopefully by morning… I’ve got the best doctor I know taking care of me.” I smiled softly as I looked up at Spencer. He glanced back at me with a smile.

“Have a nice rest of the night.” Spencer nodded to the team before guiding me away from the table and towards the front doors.

“My place or yours?” I looked back at him once we were finally outside and walking towards his car.

“Mine.”

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TMNT (2012) characters as dysfunctional family roles

here I go again analyzing a kids show that ended four years ago. anyway, I saw a tiktok by user doinbigthink where they gave a quick overview of the six kinds of dysfunctional family roles, and I immediately thought of tmnt bc it’s my current hyperfixation. so I spent almost an hour doing research and writing up this analysis, as one does.

as a preface: dysfunction in a family can be caused by anything from someone struggling with addiction to a parent being abusive or unavailable/neglectful to someone having narcissistic personality disorder (npd) etc. etc. Usually there is one person who is the root cause of this (very deep seated) dysfunction and the others in the family (often the kids) fall into these roles in order to cope.

Leo: The Hero

The Hero is often the oldest child. They cope with the dysfunction in the family by being high achievers or perfectionists, and they need a sense of control in order to feel safe within the family. They are seen as very well-adjusted, balanced, and high-functional and are often used as an example of how well the family as a whole is doing. They may allow this misconception to continue (whether consciously or unconsciously) in order to hide the family’s problems. They may be parentified as children (that is, forced to take on a parental role for their younger siblings) and usually feel a lot of pressure to solve the family’s issues. With Leo in particular, you see these two behaviors in the way he approaches leading his brothers as well as the way he obsessed over bringing Karai into the family for Splinter’s sake after discovering her true identity. As an adult, the Hero is often drawn toward romantic partners who are emotionally unavailable (again, see Leo’s crush on Karai) and tend to throw themselves into their work (Leo’s obsession with ninjutsu)

Leo: The Golden Child

The Golden Child is not a dysfunctional family role but instead describes a relationship that develops between a parent/guardian with npd and one of the children in the family. In these cases, the parent tends to favor the Golden Child because the Golden Child exhibits all the traits the parent loves in themselves. In Splinter and Leo’s case, these characteristics are their devotion to ninjutsu, their general temperaments, and their more spiritual/mystic natures. There are MANY examples of this favoritism in TMNT canon; for example, Splinter teaching Leo his reiki technique (the healing hands) in “the deadly venom” because everyone things Leo is the most capable of learning such an advanced technique (in the episode, Donnie says that he doesn’t think anyone else on the team could’ve done what Leo did, i.e. using the healing hands on himself and saving the others from karai). The parent has a volatile relationship with the Golden Child and often their love is conditional (that is, the parent will favor the Golden Child as long as the Golden Child continues to act like the parent). Because of this, the Golden Child often has trouble establishing an independent identity (see: Raph calling Leo “Splinter Jr.”, though I can’t remember if this happens in 2012 or just in the 2003 version). The Golden Child may also participate in the narcissistic parent’s abuse against the other children in order to protect themself (this is less explicit in canon, but I think that Leo’s leadership style fits this bill)

Raph: The Scapegoat

The Scapegoat is often the second child. As the name suggests, they are often blamed for things that go wrong in the family regardless of whether it was actually their fault or not. Scapegoats are often very aware of their position in the family and as a result they may feel rejected, isolated, and unlovable. I think a good example of Raph feeling like this is the fact that, early in the show, he only openly expresses his emotions to Spike. Scapegoats learn that negative attention is better than no attention (especially from a parent/guardian) and they often engage in high risk behaviors such as sex, drugs, etc. (in Raph’s case, his reckless fighting style and the way he seeks out fights, and this also explains his temper and overall angry demeanor). Because of this, they tend to get into a lot of trouble and are often singled out as the child who needs individual help (aka therapy) even though the root problems lie with the family as a unit. In cases where the parent has npd the Scapegoat is often pitted against the Golden Child. This is called splitting and it is another way to distract from the family’s deeper issues. I feel like I don’t need to explain the way that Leo and Raph are pitted against each other.

Donnie: The Lost Child

The Lost Child, as the name implies, often fades into the background. Usually this is on purpose in an effort to keep themself safe, as they might be scared to draw attention to themself or rock the boat, especially in an abusive household. They may often feel ignored or neglected and are often described as loners who have difficulty developing social skills or self-esteem. Like the Hero, the Lost Child is often used as an example of the family’s stability and success because they aren’t causing trouble. They tend to struggle when forming friendships/romantic relationships, and they are usually praised for not needing a lot of attention/being independent. Because of this, they feel safer when they’re by themselves. Although Donnie does cause trouble sometimes (see: all the times he’s blown some shit up in the lab, the Mutagen man thing, etc.), he’s not seen as the troublemaker. Raph (and Mikey, to a certain extent) definitely takes that title. Donnie is often alone in his lab---working, admittedly, but he still tends to isolate himself, and he is often seen as the most socially awkward of the brothers (see: his relationship with April). There’s also this very interesting exchange from the episode “Enemy of My Enemy” when they’re in the Shellraiser and Leo is about to take the stealth bike to help Karai:

Raph: Hey, the stealth bike’s my thing. Leo: Now your thing is sucking it up. Donnie: Hey! That’s my thing!

Mikey: The Mascot

The Mascot is often the youngest child. They use humor and goofiness to diffuse tension and distract the family from their issues, though when this works, they feel increased pressure to continue to step in when things become tense or volatile. The Mascot acts from a place of anxiety and trauma, and they may have bouts of depression. They also tend to feel as though they cannot express their negative emotions (because they often see themselves as responsible for their family’s happiness). They tend to bend over backwards for people with little regard for their own safety/comfort, and they are drawn to intense and dysfunctional relationships (whether romantic or platonic) where they will be called upon to diffuse tension. This can be seen in the way Mikey approached his friendships with both Bradford (pre-mutation) and Leatherhead. Mikey is also very rarely shown as being sad, angry, or depressed the way that the other three are, and it’s only in times of extreme emotional distress (like the season two finale) where he drops his humor. Even in the midst of tough battles or tough situations, Mikey tends to insert himself into the middle of the tension and is almost constantly cracking jokes or trying to keep things lighthearted. When he does show more negative emotions, it’s in (mostly) one of two ways. One, giving comfort or seeking comfort, usually from Raph (again see the season two finale, where he hugs Raph to calm him down after Splinter “dies” and seeks comfort from Raph in the Party Wagon as they’re driving away from the city). Two, acting combative with Donnie.

Note: Mikey and Donnie acting combative

This second one in particular is really interesting to me because both Donnie and Mikey exhibit a level of comfort/feeling safe with each other that they don’t display with the other two. Mikey only ever gets physical with Donnie (their little slap fight in “Turtle Temper” or attacking him at the end of “The Creeping Doom”), while Donnie only ever purposefully antagonizes Mikey to get a reaction (slapping him in “Turtle Temper”, which prompts the slap fight, or teasingly insulting him at the end of “The Creeping Doom”, which prompts Mikey to attack him). Mikey likes to get under Raph’s skin, but he never retaliates when Raph gets physical with him. Donnie does occasionally argue with Raph and Leo, but usually backs down after Raph threatens him with violence (see “New Girl in Town”), and with Leo it never escalates past a verbal fight (see the season two finale, “the fourfold trap”). Actually, it seems that in Mikey’s and Donnie’s relationship, they take on the roles that you usually see in Raph’s and Mikey’s relationship. Mikey antagonizes Raph and Raph retaliates; similarly, Donnie antagonizes Mikey and Mikey retaliates, but neither of them would act this way toward their other two brothers.

Splinter: The Root of the Dysfunction

I’ve made a lot of allusions by now to Splinter having npd, or at least some narcissistic tendencies. There are many times where he shows favoritism toward Leo or acts in a very stubborn or even self-absorbed manner. In the season one finale, for example, he refuses to help the turtles fight and only leaves the lair after april is kidnapped by the shredder. In “the pulverizer returns”, he makes the turtles switch weapons (for literally no good reason), they almost die in a fight and switch back, and as punishment, he takes their weapons away entirely; this isn’t addressed in the episode, but i do believe that if they’d had their weapons, they could’ve prevented timothy from being mutated in this episode. (Admittedly there are times when he apologizes, admits he’s wrong, and changes his mind, which is why I hesitate to say he exhibits fully narcissistic behaviors). There’s also the physical aspect of their relationship. He’s teaching the turtles ninjutsu, so you can expect a very physical relationship in the form of training, but there are times when he causes the turtles pain for the sake of pain as punishment (e.g. randori, which we see a few times, or when he goes for their pressure points, or when he trips mikey in the episode “monkey brains”, or when he stabs raph with his cane in the episode “turtle temper”, and these are just the examples i can think of off the top of my head). There has been discourse in the fandom about whether these characters (splinter and raph in particular) are abusive, and i don’t want to get into that. However, i think it’s undeniable that splinter raised his kids with the intent to turn them into child soldiers, and also i fully believe that this (plus his parenting style) is the root of the dysfunction in the hamato family.

[btsxmalereaders]

Paper Hearts

Prompt: “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!!” “DON’T THROW SCISSORS!”

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x male reader. (although it can be for gn!reader, again heh)

Word count: 1,3k (i guess i got carried away, oops) 

Requested by: @just-bts-trash-00​ ! Thank you :)

You noticed how Jungkook came back from rehearsals very tired and stressed the last few days. Soon everyone would be starting promotions for their new comeback, and he was feeling the pressure increasingly difficult to handle.

That's why you have tried to make his days simpler;  you always tried to take time off from your work to go to the studio and leave food for them, Jungkook would feel relaxed enough with your presence and let himself snuggle in your arms, not caring about the comments his hyungs make when they see him acting so soft around you. But, sometimes it is not enough.

It was one of these days where he seemed to walk with a cloud hanging over his head, and since you didn't know what else to do, you decided to prepare some easy crafts; it was something relaxing and something you two would enjoy doing together. By the time your boyfriend comes back home, you receive him with his favorite food and lots of kisses, which he is thankful for and shows with a shy smile on his face.

"Finish eating, sweetheart. While you're done i'm going to run you a bath, alright? So you can relax," You stand up, caressing his hair and going upstairs as you see Jungkook is almost finished with his dinner. "Also! I brought some materials for us to do crafts, what do you think?"

"Oh? Crafts?" He asks with curiousity, turning to face you. "Like the ones I did back with Taehyung the other day?"

"Yeah! Doesn't it sound fun?"

Jungkook can't help but smile bigger, so his nose scrunches and his front teeth relying over his lower lip, making him look thousand times more adorable.

"I love it, I'll be with you in a moment."

After taking a bath (and basically making you join him), Jungkook is waiting impatiently on the sofa, seeing you gathering some materials such as colorful papers, glue, scissors, glitter and some of the art supplies that he used from time to time.

"Okay! so," you take a seat on the floor, right in front of the small wooden desk of the living room, and Jungkook doesn't hesitate to do the same, sitting right in front of you. "I didn't come up with ideas but we got a lot of material. Do you have something in mind?"

"Hmm, why don't we watch a youtube video of paper crafts and do some of the options?"

He takes out his phone and looks up for ''easy paper crafts" and finds a video with over 30 ideas, tapping over the title immediately and making you chuckle.

The first ideas were simple, but Jungkook stopped the video when a weird paper flower was showed and decided that he wanted to try that out.

"Really? That's seems kind of difficult."

"Easy peasy," He chuckles and picks up a bunch of green and yellow papers, replaying that fragment of the video to look carefully. "You want to do it?"

"I think I'll do the paper hearts, instead." You grab a pink paper and scissors to start. "I can actually decorate love letters with these."

"You have never given me a love letter, though."

"That's because i didn't know how to make paper hearts! So from now on, expect a bunch of them."

Jungkook selected the OST of the drama that you saw a few weeks ago, and which has become your favorite, to set the scene. Lee Juck singing peacefully to a slow song while you are moving your lips trying to catch on every word and cutting a perfect circle at the same time.

He started piling up the exact amount of papers to roll them as instructed, and then he had to make some cuts all over it; the other part was confusing to you, but Jungkook seemed very focused on it, moving his hands with caution and even sticked the tip of his tongue out. The problem was that the scissors weren't sharp enough to make a cut on the thick roll, so that stressed him out. He even changes the angle and the way he is holding the material, but nothing really worked, so Jungkook gets frustrated and groans. Not thinking it through, he throws the scissors away, almost hitting you on your arm.

"Jeon Jungkook!" You look at him more concerned than angry, "What's wrong with you?!"

"This sucks!" He pouts, grabs his phone and stands up, walking over to the stairs.

"Wait, where are you going?" Jungkook pretends he doesn't hear what you say, "Jungkook, I am talking to you! Come back here!"

He turns over his heels on the step, "Don't yell at me like I'm a child!"

"Then don't throw scissors and leave like this!"

He sighs again, but this time to calm himself down. You left the glue and glitter you were using on the desk and stand up, opening your arms. Jungkook gets it immediately, and doesn't doubt to walk to you, rest his head on your chest and put his arms around your waist.

"Sorry," He whispers a few seconds later. "I didn't mean to do that."

Caressing his hair and leaving small kisses on his forehead was a way to tell him that it's alright, "I know the comeback is making you feel frustrated, but try to take things easy, hm? Maybe crafts was not the best way to deal with-"

"No, it's actually perfect. I just need to rest now, I think." He smiles, still not breaking the hug. "I know it's no excuse. I am really sorry."

"It's alright, baby." You coo, slightly separating from him so he can now look at you. "Wanna go to sleep now?"

He thinks about it for a moment, squinting his eyes. "I could try doing paper hearts with you."

A big smile appears on your face. "Yeah? Okay, let's do it."

Jungkook found them easier to make. He started to cut the paper and glue it to hand it over to you, so you could add the glitter all over it. As minutes passes by, he ends up falling asleep on your lap. Later you'll find the way to carry him to the bedroom without waking him up.

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i actually looked up for paper craft videos bc i didn’t know what should they do lmao, it was actually good

rules! :)

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

id like to know more about the promise and lab partners pls <3

okay so both of these are pianjeong, no relation to the atla comic of the same name (just in case anyone was wondering)

lab partners is one of the semi-abandoned ones - it was based on a prompt by @pianjeong in our server fic exchange, and i ended up going with the epistolary prompt (army dreamers). i'm not a stem person so i'm kind of ill-equipped to write it, but i also did enjoy translating the characters to such a different setting. 

what i came up with is this: jeong jeong is majoring in a stem field bc it's expected of him, but he really wants to change his major to something in humanities. meanwhile, piandao is passionate about the class and trying very hard because his academic scholarship is dependant on him maintaining high grades. so jeong jeong thinks piandao is taking everything way too seriously, piandao thinks jeong jeong is not taking it seriously enough, and neither of them are actually coping well with the pressure to succeed.

my actual favorite bit, though, was writing iroh as jeong jeong's roommate:

Jeong Jeong didn’t want to get out of bed for his 9 am lab.

This was very strange. Usually, he was an early riser, waking the moment the sun entered the window as if its light somehow imbued him with energy. He liked being able to count on a good few hours of quiet time before the rest of the world awoke, time to prepare himself emotionally for having to interact with people.

His roommate liked the sunshine too, but more in the way a cat likes a warm patch of light in the afternoon. No, Iroh was usually snoring away when Jeong Jeong awoke, unaware of his secret morning ritual. But today, Jeong Jeong was in bed and Iroh was up, yawning widely and staggering over to their illegal electric kettle to heat it for tea.

“Jeong Jeong?”

Jeong Jeong poked his face out of the covers. “Yeah?”

“Are you all right? You usually wake up earlier than I do.” He paused. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

Iroh was a nice guy, someone who was pleasant to live with and personally very kind. Jeong Jeong wanted to like him, but he had the unfortunate honor of being in a political science class with him, and it had soon become very clear that Iroh was the son of a wealthy businessman and wholly unaware of how the world worked. Sure, Jeong Jeong wasn’t exactly from poverty, but at least he was trying to be more aware. Iroh’s defenses of his grandfather’s business practices were certainly...something.

But Iroh did let him use the electric kettle, and even though Jeong Jeong didn’t agree with his politics, he wasn’t going to turn down a good cup of tea.

i'll talk about the promise under the cut (NSFW)

so the title is a reference to a promise piandao makes to jeong jeong in my fic i'm your light: "I don’t expect anything from you that you aren’t ready to give." to put it poetically, this fic is about that promise in the context of them rekindling their relationship. to put it bluntly, it's a smutfic with a LOT of talking and a heavy emphasis on communication. it keeps getting longer and longer, one of those stories where the characters seem to take charge and drag you along for the ride. here's the snippet that gave it its title:

Piandao placed a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t expect anything from you...”

“...That I’m not ready to give,” Jeong Jeong finished. “I remember.” He closed his eyes and exhaled. “I only wonder if you want what I have to give.”

He looked so noble, his profile in the fading light, the interplay of shadows and light on his face, and Piandao felt a tug in his chest. “I want you, Jeong Jeong,” he said simply. “And if you aren’t ready, I’m willing to wait.”

Jeong Jeong looked up, his eyes sad. “It's not a question of readiness,” he said. His hand reached up to brush Piandao's cheek, tentatively, like it was something he wasn't allowed to touch. “Nor of desire.” The rumble of his voice resonated through Piandao, the way a well-tuned note resonated through the body of a string instrument.

Then he pulled his hand back and turned away. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “I could not live with myself if I did.”

[teacup-tai]

Fic Writer Interview ✨

Thank you so much for the tag, Sly @the-sinking-ship! <3

Name: Tainara (you can call me Tai)

Fandoms: Harry Potter, mainly. But I have half my heart still attached to the Naruto fandom and so many fics in my ffnet that I loved writing (shikaneji and kakasaku mainly). I read a lot of Hannibal fics and BDSM Suits renditions, but don’t write about this fandoms.

Where you post: AO3 for my fics in English, but I tend to post on ffnet when I write HP in Portuguese or Naruto, as I have more readers there. 

Most popular one-shot: the one-shot with more comments & kudos is hear me (with your whole body) - Drarry, E, 9k. Written for the @hd-hurtfest 2020. (though Scorching - Pansmione, pwp, 1,5k - has more hits)

Most popular multi-chapter: Dragons Don’t Know Paradise  (Drarry, WIP, advent fic) is my most pop multi-chapter in AO3, it’s the only long one I have in English, so lol it’s not the most popular at all. I could say that Stand by Me (Pansmione, in Portuguese, 95k) was my biggest hit so far in the Harry Potter fandom, and I was very happy to write it. 

Favorite story I’ve written so far: I don’t know how to answer this xD. I think it depends. I’ve been writing fics for over 16 years, though I’m a new name in the English HP community. So if I think back, I would say some of my Portuguese fics in ffnet are my favourites, because they meant so much to me, they’re written in my language, and it took me long years to finish some of those. They kept me company when life was hard. (Love Shuffle is my favourite Naruto fic, its 150k multi-ship, WIP, in portuguese).

In English though, I think Rebel Rebel is my favourite (wolfstar, no war AU, E, 5k). I had a massive great time writing it, and I BLOODY LOVE Sirius in this fic. I also love the vibe of it, the buzzing energy, the sex scenes and Bowie's music sounding in the background. (and my best OFC ever, honestly). Though, I’m very proud and loving to write Dragons. Maybe once it’s finished I’ll say it’s my favourite xD

Fic you were nervous to post: Ain’t I always when I’m writing in English? LOL but I was nervous to post The Old Ways, because no one would read such a rare pair and I knew I would get no feedback at all, but it’s one of my nicest oneshots, and it’s a character study. I LOVE THIS FIC. I love the Black family and they are underappreciated in my humble opinion. Maybe, give it a chance? *puppy eyes*

How do you choose your titles: I take them for quotes normally, of novels, short stories or musics that resonate with the plot :D 

Do you outline: Not much, really. The more I outline the more I block. So I tend to only outline a few important scenes and where they go along the plot. But I’m a very instinctive writer, I go with what feels best while writing. It can be a problem sometimes, bc I tended to block a lot in the past. Not anymore, apparently. 

Complete: Oh boy. I tend to block towards the end, and I have issues with completing things. But lately this has changed a bit. I haven’t posted a WIP in years, and now I’m doing it for the 25 days of Drarry, but it’s been a nice experience in completing under pressure. lol

In progress: I have many docs with ideas and plots and even chapters long drafts. I have a Pansmione waiting for me to go back to it after Christmas, and a long fic about Pansy and Harry building a friendship after the war under very curious circumstances (it’s a Drarry fic).

Coming soon: I’ll probably take a break after Dragons. BUT there’s the two fics I mentioned above, and there’s Pansy-centric fic about her witch life in Magic Dublin and how she ends up having crushes on unexpected people ;)  

Prompts: never done that before, but, like, sure, let’s try it out ;)

Tagging: I dunno who have done it or not so I’ll tag you all and see how it goes: @onbeinganangel @tackytigerfic @quicksilvermaid @the-starryknight @bonesliketambourines @shealwaysreads  AND EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO DO IT! <3

[terrainofheartfelt]

Author Self-Interview

Beloveds @rainathorpe & @strideofpride & @mysteriesofloves mentioned me when they did it and I was flattered & inspired (I’m a Leo I love talking about myself)

Fandoms: gossip girl is the only fandom I’ve ever written for...but I have been an avid fic reader in: a song of ice and fire/game of thrones; harry potter; once upon a time; the shadowhunter chronicles; grey’s anatomy; the lizzie bennet diaries; gilmore girls; poldark; and downton abbey (there’s probs more, I’m just going off my faved tags on ao3).

Most popular multi-chapter fic: gladly beyond any experience in my series Mouthful of Forevers, which still mockingly has “? chapters”...

Favorite story you’ve written so far: ohhhh all of them but that’s a cheat answer so I’ll say: Little Women AU my beloved. It came together so quickly and marvelously, and it was the first sort of thing I shared that I was writing for more than just myself? If that makes sense? Like I was working on it and thinking “ohohohoho my mutuals are gonna love this!” and while I am still of the I Write for Me philosophy, that is a pretty fun feeling.

Fic you were nervous to post: I’m gonna go with “And this is why my eyes are closed” because it’s a fluffy s4 au...but I really wanted to do justice to what Jenny & Blair went through at the hands of chip whiskers and not minimize that damage, but also have the story still be about them reconciling and about Nate and Dan being adorable supportive boyfriends.

How do you choose your titles: mostly song lyrics, and mostly of songs that I listen to that I think are relevant to the characters. I also like finding a relevant line of poetry if I’m searching for a particular vibe, or I write some things with a line of poetry in mind, like Mouthful of Forevers, for instance, or Point B.

Do you outline: oh yeah. I usually start a fic with like, a long continuous stream of consciousness bullet pointing, which snowballs into writing dialogue, which morphs into a scene, and then I end up with this ungodly mish mash of outline & draft. It’s sheer chaos in these google docs friends.

Complete: Love how we all just. have zero idea what this is asking. It’s a free form question! Here’s my answer: no story world I post is ever complete. The fics? Sure. The universe? Never. Even series that I say are complete on ao3: I’m lying. I still have ideas for those aus, they’re just not a writing priority.

Do you accept prompts: no. I got too many unhinged prompts rattling round in my brain. And I don’t - I don’t think I’d be very good at prompt writing? Maybe one day that’ll change and I’ll give it a try, but for now, nah.

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write about: I just dipped back into my big Milo au today, and it feels good! I’ve been sort of...unofficially holding myself to be a consistent poster, and try to post something once a week-ish, and I think I’ve hit a wall with that. But I still want to write! I think I may take an ao3 posting hiatus, and hold myself to it, so that I give myself time to actually write the stories I want to write on even if I can’t churn ‘em out as quickly as I have been (like I have 33 works on ao3??? I’m insane!!!) So, back to the question: yes, Dair & Milo au (the blouis meta I think actually helped me get in the zone for that so ty tumblr!); continuing MoF; I have sketched the beginnings of a Jenny-pov at Dan & Nate’s wedding weekend (does she hook up with a certain someone? maybeso.gif), and a Dan/Nate kidfic based off those headcanons I wrote up a couple weeks ago.

Stories you’re most excited to read: SO MANY BOOKMARKED okay here goes: The River in Egypt by bookglue who wrote one of my all time favorite Dair fics years ago and just posted this new gem and I’m so excited! that love and am beloved by @vanderwoodlings bc Milofic. Duh. I’ve just been putting off reading bc I know that it shall wreck me. And speaking of fics that I know will wreck me upon reading: i'd know yesterday (was over) by @rainathorpe

No pressure tags: if anyone is so inspired, please do!

[leoxxii]

fic writer interview

tagged by - @frill-shark !! I WAS TAGGED IN JANUARY BUT I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO DO IT SO UM. OOPS AKDBKABRWJ

name - hi hello im leo!! i also go by hawk & spooky! hawk is my fursona's name and i used to use spooky a lot while playing among us and got attached to the nickname :o

fandoms - uhh usually i don't write for that many fandoms bc my hyperfixations come and go akbflabrkw but currently i write a lot of subnautica and warrior cats! i also used to write a bit of dbh but uh. my interest in that game dropped HARD i cant even force myself to play it let alone write it anymore so akrhkavrkwhr

where you post - just ao3 😔✊ i usually post links to my writings on tumblr but other than that yeah just a03 :o

most popular oneshot - a jerry-centric dbh thing i wrote like 3 years ago now? it has about 500 hits! its the oldest thing on my ao3 besides my warriors stuff and a03 is not a v popular source of warriors content akfnksbrowbr

most popular multi-chapter - my subnautica: survivors au! first thing since my wattpad days that ive felt genuinely happy with and im glad that other ppl enjoyed my niche little au so much!!

fics you were nervous to post - LITERALLY ALL OF THEM TBH. im always kinda nervous to post content but ive gotten a lot better at being less concerned with it recently! although if i had to choose one uneven odds brought me a lot of trouble bc its That specifically catered to myself. i rewrote it like 3 times just to try to get rid of all the embarrassing parts and i refuse to re-read at all KABDOABROABE

how do you choose your titles - i dont i just close my eyes and spin a roulette wheel and see what happens. FR THOUGH i dont rlly know i just kinda.. choose a phrase or word i like (survivors, the last warriors) or sometimes i use song lyrics (uneven odds, a world alone)

do you outline - yes but im awful at it sjfblavrowvriw. i write very VERY vague outlines that are half shitposty and completely useless as an outline to anybody except for me. i often stray wayyy off the outline too and the story almost always ends up no longer following the outline and i free-write by like half way through 😔✊

favorite story ive written so far - as i mentioned above, red survivors!! the entire series is currently at over 125k words altogether and its been so much fun to write and talk about with its readers. its the first multi-chap fic ive finished in YEARS and im so happy ive stuck with it bc it means so much to me, these characters and their world and interactions make me so emo all the time

complete - out of the 6 i have on a03, 4 are finished! granted 3 of those 4 are oneshots bc im typically not that good at finishing multi-chaptered ones. and this number only includes the fics ive finished enough to get a single chap at least out so um. LABDKABDKBA

in progress - i usually only work on 1 fic at a time so i don't forget about one over the other so im only rlly working on a world alone rn! i am planning a remake of my old warriors story so that's technically in progress ive just been really really slow with it,,, oops

coming soon - ok ok actually i have another subnautica themed thing planned where its like a collection of one-shots of characters on the aurora! i rlly want to further explore and expand the survivors au characters and ive been thinking of a few different scenarios that i could write about,,, might never get finished but im hoping to start writing it once awa is completed! sometime this year if all goes well 👀

prompts - i used to take prompts all the time omg, now i never rlly get any :( but i mean hey, ill try to do something for most prompts if anyone is interested… 👀👀

tagging - uhhh idk how many ppl i know are writers buttttt lets see um @ryttu3k @io-wall @stellar-starryy @flamefoxcat @warriorofkungfu !! no pressure to actually do this tho y'all!!!! i honestly have no idea if some of u write at all but ur all cool ass ppl so yeah!! thabk you for reading ilu all have a good day im embarressed over talking so much byeee !!!!

[tessiete]

Author Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @kckenobi - Really enjoying these!

Name: tessiete

Fandoms: Right now, we doing Star Wars. And Star Wars is the fandom I’ve been the most prolific in. In the past, though, I’ve written for Star Trek: AOS, X-Files (1 abandoned fic - don’t go there!), Teen Wolf, Kingsman, ER, The Good Wife, and The Haunting of Hill House.

Where you post: Everything is HERE on AO3, our shared home.

Most popular oneshot: A Better Grace

Okay, this surprised even me. Is The Good Wife a really popular fandom? Or am I a really unpopular writer? (It’s the latter). It’s also funny, because like so many of my fics, this is Crack on Malicious Compliance. A prompt - actually possibly @pebblysand? - made a joke about Will Gardner falling in love with himself. So I wrote him as Narcissus…

I thought it was funny XD

Most popular multichap: One Human Thought

This is a Saved From Slavery baby Obi-Wan AU. Like A Better Grace, this was ALSO Crack on Malicious Compliance. @lieutenantmittens wanted a story about Obi-Wan Kenobi as a bed slave of Qui-Gon Jinn, and like...this is what happened. Technically, that is the impression Obi-Wan’s previous captor was convinced Qui-Gon was taking him for. But Qui-Gon would never. And so instead, we have this Jedi Temple as Hogwarts, Obi-Wan “Not a Jedi” Kin’Obi, Father/Son Growing Together fic.

It got away from me...yeah.

Favorite story you’ve written: The Eternal Spring

My baby. My child. The only story for SW that I’ve ever written that I’ve taken seriously. It’s a Padme Lives AU which sees her travelling to Tatooine with a severely traumatised Obi-Wan Kenobi, and her twins. She and Obi-Wan are reeling, and unable to reconcile to the point that after they fight one night, he runs away in a misguided effort to kill the Emperor and end things, leaving her on her own. She gets her shit together, puts a bounty out on Obi-Wan to be brought in warm, hires Boil to fill it, who gets help from Rex and Bo-Katan, who assign him a guide/pilot in Korkie (MY BOY!), and together they drag Obi-Wan’s dramatic ass back to life.

It’s a reimagining of the myth of Psyche and Eros. It’s the first fic I wrote poetry for, the first fic I made con-langs for, and yeah...I just……….it’s probably the closest to how I imagine my Star Wars.

Fic you were nervous to post: A Summer Swift. It’s mine. It’s still under anonymous. But it was the first time I wrote smut (all, like, two paragraphs), and I just...rampant sex IRL is Not My Thing, and it’s not what I go looking for in fic, but I - AGAIN the malicious compliance - promised to write a “realistic coffee shop AU” and was determined to show how depressing this romanticised venue really is.

Definitely get the MOST outrage for that, but not for the reason I thought. Apparently, perpetual mediocrity and eternity in a menial service job depresses people. Who knew. The fact that it’s probably the closest reflection of my actual darkest fears maybe is what makes it...effective?

Of the fic publicly posted under my own name - Everything Grows. It’s an a/b/o QuiObi fic I did for a challenge with @lieutenantmittens because I wanted to see if I could do it. It was...a strange journey. We did a lot of research, asking people what tropes they liked, and reading as many SW a/b/o fics as possible, and by the end, honestly, we were more exhausted than Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. 10/10 Learning experience. Don’t think I personally nailed it - I would not have gotten anywhere without @lieutenantmittens who did so much of the heavy lifting - and it didn’t really sell me on the trope, but I’m glad I proved I could do it, you know?

How you choose your titles: What’s the theme? → Google “quotes about fatherhood/light/royalty/inheritance/love/hope” → Insert TITLE of ⅔ of the words from that quote.

Ex. Everything Grows (rounder and weirder) = “Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.” - Carrie Fisher

One Human Thought = “How DARE you and the rest of your barbarians set fire to my library? Play conqueror all you want, Mighty Caesar! Rape, murder, pillage thousands, even millions of human beings! But neither you nor any other barbarian has the right to destroy one human thought!” - Cleopatra (1963)

The Eternal Spring = “Hope springs eternal in the human breast.” - Alexander Pope

Also poetry. Like…...99% of what I write revolves around poetry. Which is ironic bc I don’t love poetry. I’m not educated in it. But…???

Do you outline? No, not really. I usually wait to come up with the opening line in my head, and then once I have that, I just go. HOWEVER, especially with One Human Thought - since it had no concept when I first conceived it - I’ve found it SO helpful, even necessary, to talk through basic ideas in DMs with my loves. It really speeds up my writing.

Complete: 20/22 of my fics are complete. (Fffff to my X-Files fic)

In progress: One Human Thought. Only, like….three more chapters, I think? Coming down to the wire. Does the structure worry me? Yes. Why is the darkest night of the soul SO close to the climax and resolution???? I don’t know.

Padme’s Chapbook - a zine I’m doing that’s a collection of poems Padme has curated and collected from amongst her friends, with three sort of meta-narratives as well.

Coming soon/not yet started: Silent and So Near. It’s my WWI/Clone Wars fusion fic where Qui-Gon lives, Anakin is not prematurely knighted, and Obi-Wan goes to the frontlines alone. It doesn’t go well. (But it ends...happily?). 

And then an Obitine Double Date fic, with Obi-Wan and Anakin obliviously flirting their way through a Senatorial gala while Satine and Padme run interference and drink.

Prompts: I love prompts but I don’t always do them. The prompts I love are the ones I can twist - the bed slave, obi-wan dressed as padme, falling in love with yourself, sad coffee shop, etc. 

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: Silent and So Near. I love WWI and I’m excited to see if there’s a way of drawing thematic parallels between the idea of the death of a Belle Epoch, of the end of gentlemanly warfare, of war by attrition, of the Industrial Age and the mechanisation of war….all that. 

No pressure tags: @tree-scapes @pebblysand @lieutenantmittens @pomiar @acatbyanothername93 talk to me! ....if you want!

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i was tagged by a few bomb ass people to this tag and since i’m all for peer pressure i gave in @kombellarke @marauders-groupie​ @octannibal-blake​ @arysafics​ @thelittlefanpire​

Fandoms You Write for: i started of writing for camp rock/hannah montana, which was more just an excuse to write jonas brothers fanfiction? i was twelve, give me a break. i’ve written most my stories for glee. other frequent flyers are teen wolf and arrow. wrote a few for greys, pll. right now just the 100 because bellarke has me in their chokehold and i dont have enough room in my heart for anyone else. insert sad emoji. also coincidentally the only fics i feel are actually good sometimes.

Where you post: AO3, older works on FF.net

Most popular one shot: by kudos “we both pretend (but i start where you end)” that has 828. it’s a modern au about bellamy and clarke going from reluctant acquaintances to lovers. in the fic clarke has cancer. one of my bestest friends is obsessed with it, but i hate how unnuanced it is. 

by comments “i would give my life just to hold your hand (i’m your number one fan)” which is actually my most recent fic. its a celeb au and it blew tf up??? im as confused as the next girl. 

Most popular Multi-Chapter: i dont write a lot of ACTUAL multi-chaps so “does it show again (just how much i’ve missed ya)” which is just 2 chapters. it’s loosely based on mamma mia, and i think my favorite fic of my own. 

Favorite story you wrote: i already said mamma mia so i’ll go with “’cause love now is only the pain of needing” which is, again, loosely based on tatbilb. i love twisting well-known movies and books into something that fits bellamy and clarke’s story/stories. i love this one because i’m really far up bellamy’s ass and i in that fic i got to write a sort of love letter to him.

Story you were nervous to post: not per se nervous bc i actually dont give enough farts about what other people think, but fics i prepared for backlash on were “i’m your ride or die” which was a canon brollexa fic and “much too full of resentment” which was a bellarke fic from echo’s pov. yep. yep. 

How do you choose your titles: song lyrics, sporadically poems. i love music and i cant write without a song fitting the theme or mood of the fic.

Do you outline: my best fics are probably the ones i whip out in a eight hour writing blackout without thinking about it. i do outlines as in i write down a few lines i wanna use or what general scenes i want so it’s easier for me to kind of make a ‘to-do list’ out of the scenes to motivate me. 

Complete number of stories: 67 on ao3, 35 of which are the 100.

In progress: LMAO.... k here we go.

* dystopian army fic: 12k words written, don’t know how to end it so i just keep writing more to which at one point youre like nothing makes sense anymore. 

* oth based WIP: one more chapter to write, which i have written about 5% of.

* [censored]: it’s a surprise

*mammia mia: here we go again: a continuation of the mamma mia fic. set in the same verse. just fluffy family stuff? yeah. ive been thinking about it a lot and its just gonna happen at some point.

* a nicholas sparks movie au, ten points if you can guess which one: for bellarke bingo.

* best friend’s older brother, slight age gap, sexual tension kind of thing: for bellarke bingo.

* teacher au: for bellarke bingo :D

* ghost au: for bellarke bingo.......

* THIS TIME TRAVEL AU I UPLOADED ONE PART OF 2 YEARS BACK AND SOMEONE ASKED ME TO CONTINUE IT AND I KIND OF WANT TO? LIKE 2% WRITTEN, BUT PLOT IS THERE.

i am but a mere human who works full time now. but i will try my best.

Do you accept prompts: yeah, but i literally cannot promise anything. if im not inspired its just not gonna happen.

Upcoming story you are most excited about: the nicholas sparks au

i don’t know who to tag because most of my talented writer friends already tagged me and i dont have any other friends on here take pity on me so anyone who wants to do it: tag me because i wanna read your answers<3