#kudos to whoever read the tags

[mattastr0phic]

The consequences of a friend getting me into RvB like a week or two ago and then suddenly Rooster Teeth announces it's shut down got me sobbing at 4:30 am

[starkswritings]

helloo I ’m looking for something semi-specific but also not really specific at all bc I feel like I’ve gotten my fix of fantasy plots for awhile and I really miss having multiple-muses deals where we kinda dive into characters and intertwining their lives together with pairings and platonic bonds with the other muses and the likes :,) of course I still want a plot and to plot things continuously for some oomph here and there and I’m open to dark and gritty but 🤲🏼

looking for things with like a common setting too? I don’t really do academia based verses bc my muses tend to be 28+ usually but we could do apartment complex, hospital workers, members of high society (or the opposite), celebrities in the same movie or tv show cast, criminal world—organized or not, idc just something :,) (am open to the most basic of supernatural plots but nothin tooo high fantasy) but I miss all that drama, chaos, I’m open to dark shit, dramatic stuff. I do like fluff, but I like a mixed bag of everything.

I don’t even mind making muses together. all I ask is you’re 21+, open to all pairing types (m/f, m/m, f/f, etc) and you write on discord. I’m also open to sending inspo, Pinterest, chatting ooc 🫶🏼 with caution I’d say I don’t have any boundaries/triggers (but if you come to me with an illegal age gap I swear to god :) gtfo here with that I cannot even stress that enough)

[addic-tea-d]

[It Was All For Them]

*Inspired by SVSSS cause I can't get them out of my head*

Part 1: It Was All For Them

Part 2: Why Was It Them

Part 3 (potential)

Word Count: 4404

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How does one apologize for ruining another's entire life? An unspoken prophecy, if you will, that chokes my breath and will follow me to my grave. No way out and no way around it, the only way is to shoulder it all, knowing that in the end, it’s all for them.

The first time I recognized them, standing right there beside me in the grand hall about to greet our new teacher, I realized everything. In the blink of an eye, I saw their future full of laughter and power, but also pain and betrayal — power through betrayal and the one holding the sword through their back held tightly in my grasp.

I tried to change the vision I saw, doing everything I could to not cross paths. I thought I was doing them a favor in hopes of changing their future but the more their future deviated, the more they suffered. Others looked down on them and our teacher paid them no mind. It didn't take me long to realize the vision must be followed. My only salvation through their suffering was knowing after all of this is over, they would stand above it all and finally obtain their rightful happiness.

I hid while they were bullied by the other disciples knowing it would fuel their ambition of gaining power. My mouth stayed shut while our teacher punished them for things outside of their control and forced them to practice until late into the night while I stayed up waiting for them to return to bandage their wounds. I snuck them snacks because I knew how often their food would get stolen and forced to not eat dinner as more punishment. Many nights I would stay awake, my only company the flickering candle while I mended their clothes as they slept soundly an arm's length away. It was all I could do to ease the guilt that grew in my chest day after day.

Our bond grew year after year despite my efforts to build a wall between us but every time they would break through and drag me with them. Their ranking in our sect rose and rose and I couldn’t help but watch with pride as they became our teacher’s top disciple. They became our sect’s pride and joy and finally obtained the power to look down on those who used to bully them. But I knew it wasn’t enough. They were destined for greatness and one day ascension. 

There was only one thing left from the vision and as hard as I tried to delay the inevitable, I knew it was time as I watched them struggle and became swallowed by frustration because there was something missing but they just couldn’t figure out what it was. But I knew. I’ve always known.

I didn’t know when it would happen, but one morning when I awoke, I just knew. It was a feeling that tore at my heart and clogged my throat. That morning I laid there unmoving, replaying the scene from the vision over and over, dreading every moment. I would have laid there all morning if I could but they came to call me for our new mission down the mountain. From dressing myself to hearing about the mission from our teacher to descending the mountain, all I could see was that one scene. It only stopped once we reached the village besieged by monsters.

The two of us defeated monster after monster, our fighting two pieces of a puzzle that fit together so perfectly. It didn’t take us long to finish them off, both of us covered in monster blood but they shone so beautifully with that smile on their face. How could I ever bring myself to do what I was about to do?

We could feel the ground tremble beneath our feet, another monster coming our way. They readied their sword, walked forward, and got into position. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. That was the moment but the sword in my hand felt heavy, so… so heavy. We saw the monster on the horizon, a giant monster as least thrice our size. My world went silent, only the sound of the gravel shifting under their feet as they steadied themself. They would flicker their gaze towards me, wondering why I haven’t raised my sword despite the monster getting closer.

I don’t even remember moving but the moment I could hear again, it was my name on their lips with my sword through their back. I couldn’t see their face but I could feel their warmth spread on my hands. My hands were shaking but I couldn’t tell if it was from me or the approaching monster. I pulled away from them, trying to ignore the blood on my sword. They stumbled on their feet, turning around to face me. The look on their face will follow me to my death; the look of utter betrayal.

They reached out a hand towards me, almost grabbing into my sleeve but I stepped back. Unbalanced, they fell forward, trying to hold themself up with their sword. However, the aggressive vibrations from the monster caused them to fall over. I almost went to lift them up but stopped myself in time. As much as I hated it, it needed to be done. I grabbed their sword and turned my back to them, trying to ignore them calling out to me. I couldn’t let them see the tears flowing down my face, nor let my heart be shaken. It was all for them. It was all for them.

I traveled back up the mountain alone. So many times I almost turned around, so many times my body refused to move except to scream at the world and at myself. The only mantra running through my head was “this was all for them”. They would finally unlock the last level of their spiritual powers and gain the attention of a passing deity who would take them under his wing. I clutched their sword tightly to my chest, the only thing which kept my mind even remotely sane was their blade digging into my grasp.

When I returned to our sect, they all questioned me about where they had gone, why I returned with only their sword. I could only say they sacrificed themself to save me and that they were gone. Our teacher tried to take their sword away from me but I refused with all my might, grabbing on with everything I had. I had already lost them, I couldn’t lose their sword as well.

I went into seclusion soon after, unable to meet the eyes of everyone and unable to return to that room where the two of us had spent our lives together. I chose the deepest seclusion cave our sect had to offer, deep within the mountain and far away from everyone. The only light was a crack in the wall barely larger than my palm. There, in the only light in the entire cave, I struck their sword into the ground. Directly behind it, using only a rock, I carved their figure into the wall to the best of my abilities and every day, I would pray.

I would pray and beg all the deities in the world to protect them. When I wasn’t cultivating myself, I kneeled in front of that sword and begged for forgiveness. My vision stopped at their return to the sect after completing their studies under the deity, but I was blind to everything from my betrayal to then and the only thing I could do was pray. Kneeling from day to night until my skin became bruised and legs went numb.

Thankfully, my spiritual level had risen to a point I seldom needed to intake food. Once in a while, another disciple would leave some food at the cave’s entrance though that was very seldom. I would drink water I collected in my water pouch. Only on days when the sun was hidden behind the darkest clouds or when the moon graced the skies did I ever leave the cave because I didn’t deserve to walk under the sun they loved so much. That was how I lived for ten years without seeing a single person.

But one day everything was flipped upside down. It was noon, I was just about to kneel in front of their sword when the sect’s bell started ringing. Whenever that bell rang, it meant something big and important was happening. It had rung a few times before when another sect’s master had visited or there was an important meeting everything in the sect had to attend, save for those few who were in seclusion. As such, I had no intention to head to the sect and planned to return to my praying.

However, the bell never stopped ringing but instead seemed to be getting louder and more frantic. Something must have happened down at the sect. Just as I was about to get up, a disciple came running into the cave, startling me. Not only was he the first person I’d seen in ten years, but his eyes were opened so wide I was afraid they would bulge out of his head and his face was practically the same color as the clouds in the sky. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he told me, nearly stumbling over his words so hard I almost couldn’t understand. When he regained his breath and repeated himself, I was rushing out of the cave before he could even finish.

I ran. I ran with no regard to my surroundings, nearly tripping every few seconds and getting scratched by all the brush. I could hardly breathe and the only thing I could see was straight ahead and nothing else. The closer I got to the sect, the louder the bell became but also the murmurs of people. Even from halfway down the mountain I could see the large crowd that had gathered near the sect’s main entrance. A flash of light in the middle of the group caught my eye and I tumbled down the last few feet of the mountain.

I wasted no time in getting to my feet and rushing over to the group. I pushed fellow disciples aside, knowing full well how crazed I must have looked covered in dirt and leaves with my face full of desperation. But it was more just plain desperation, I was frantic nearing hysterical.

I finally made my way to the middle of the group, entering the small clearing. I completely froze. I almost stopped breathing. There, in the center, was my master standing next to a nearly blinding deity in conversation. But it wasn’t them who I was interested in, it was the person behind the deity, almost equally blinding with a soft glow dressed in silk robes that flowed despite there being no breeze. Their skin looked absolutely flawless, even the tiny scar in their eyebrow was no longer there. Between their brows glowed a golden lotus symbol, evidence of their soon ascension to becoming a deity. They looked absolutely magnificent.

I didn’t even know I had fallen to my knees until I finally noticed they were staring down at me, face completely void of emotion but I could tell, those eyes… those eyes stared down at me with all the hate in the world and more. But I didn’t care, not even a little. I only cared they had finally returned alive and well. They’ll finally get the happy ending they deserved.

I was so ecstatic I don’t remember what happened next, only that I woke up staring at the ceiling of the room I used to live in at the sect. It filled me with nostalgia, staring up at that ceiling I’d known most of my life. But something was different; it no longer carried the same warmth as before, the air had a heaviness to it. Even though I knew it would’ve been too good to be true, I still glanced toward the bed on the other side of the room, smiling through the ache in my heart when I found it empty.

Footsteps nearing the room caused me to sit up, my heart was climbing up my throat. Could it be them? I was clamoring to my feet, a thousand words mixing in my head as I pondered what to say. What could I say? But in the end, nothing ever came to mind because the one who walked through that door wasn’t them, but the deity who took them under his wing. I greeted him as sincerely as possible, bowing as low as I could in respect to the powerful deity.

I kept my form as he stayed silent but when he finally spoke, my head whipped up to gaze upon his glowing self. He knew who I was, which was of no surprise to me, but what he said after tore my heart to shreds. I thought I did well ten years ago, a swift blade through their back and then leaving them behind to follow their fate. But with my blade covered in the blood of those monsters, the moment it went through their body, I had doomed them.

When the blood entered their body, it was dormant at first but over time, it slowly poisoned their senses. After a few years, their five senses were completely numb. They could no longer touch, hear, taste, smell, or see. It was all thanks to the deity that they were able to recover some of their hearing and sight, but he wasn’t able to completely cure them, which was why he came to find me.

When he first saw me when I pushed my way into the clearing, he knew there was something about me. He proceeded to check my horoscope and found I was the perfect match to theirs. If I were to exchange my spiritual energy with theirs, there was a high possibility they would be completely cured. Of course, in turn, my senses would go numb as I absorbed the poison into my body. I agreed immediately. They were suffering from my mistake, I had to be the one to make things right.

He brought me to the guest wing the two of them resided in, taking me to their room. We went inside and there they were, meditating on their bed. I could almost feel the warmth of their spiritual powers. Noticing our presence, they reigned in their powers and stood up to greet us. I expected them to scream at me to leave, but when as they looked in my direction, they had no reaction. I nearly cried at the realization of just how severe their situation was.

I was introduced as a mute disciple their master had found in order to heal their senses. They accepted me easily and thereafter, I would attend to their needs every day from dusk to dawn and all throughout the night. I would assist them around the sect and during the afternoon, I would exchange our spiritual energies. It was a weird feeling, exchanging energies, slightly painful at times as I could feel the poison eating away at my senses. After each session, I would feel slightly drained while they looked brighter and brighter.

The deity advised me on how to heal their senses. Each sense would take a month to heal, each session a couple days apart. As their senses got better, mine would worsen, and as such, I should start healing their smell, taste, and feeling first before I heal their hearing and sight. And as such, first I healed their feeling to allow them to cultivate easier, then their taste to finally enjoy the wonderful flavors of food for the first time in years, and their smell to enjoy the flowers they used to adore when we were young. But then it got complicated, should I heal their hearing or sight next?

If I healed their hearing, I wouldn’t be able to hear if they needed me. If I healed their sight, then they would know it was me and would most likely reject further sessions. I discussed with the deity, and it was decided I would heal their sight first. Should their sight be fixed, then they would no longer need my assistance and I would be able to leave their side, needing only to meet up for our sessions. The deity would also provide me with a mask to hide my face with the excuse I had horrible scars.

As our sessions were every three days, I had only three days left to take them in before I would lose the chance forever. I stared at them whenever I could; when they ate their meals as if those dishes were the most delicious things in the world despite not needing them, as they trained while moving their body like the wind with such strength and precision, while they meditated in quiet and glowed so softly they could easily replace the moon. I absorbed every scene like ink to paper so I may recall even the tiniest details in the future.

Three days passed by far too quickly. It wasn’t long before I found the two of us sitting on their bed with their back toward me. Taking in their grace one last time, I put on the mask provided by the deity and started exchanging our energies. Even though it would take multiple sessions before their eyes healed, I couldn’t take any chances. The entire time, my eyes felt as if they were burning, yet I bit my tongue in order to not utter a sound. When the session was over, I had to dig my nails into my skin in order to keep myself conscious. It was all worth it, seeing their face brighten as they took in the multiple colors of the world around them.

As our sessions progressed, the more my sight became blurred and darkened, but nothing could dim their smile as they could finally see more and more. I no longer had to keep them company the entire day as they could take better care of themself. Whenever I wasn’t attending to them, I remained in my room, for what else could I do? I spent ten years in that cave, I had no close relations to my fellow disciples, and there was no need to cultivate any longer.

With only one last session to cure their sight in two days, as I was about to clear their dishes away, they picked up their guqin, hands gently running over the strings. I stopped my hands, sitting down to watch with whatever little sight I had left. They plucked the strings, not necessarily playing a specific song, but it sounded absolutely beautiful. If there was ever a scene I wanted to be burned into my mind, it would be this; watching them play the guqin so gracefully with the softest smile on their face. I could feel the tears begin to prick my eyes and quickly gathered the dishes and left, the music continuing until it slowly faded away.

With only one day left and as it also happened to be one of my rest days, I decided to venture back to that cave. It was a struggle, climbing up the mountain with little sight. I tripped over stones and roots every few steps, running into branches that scratched my body. It took me an hour to finally reach the cave when it usually took me fifteen minutes. When I finally made it, I ventured to the deepest part where I lived for ten years. Everything was silent, even more so than usual. The darkness took away what little sight I had left until I made it to the very back.

Their sword glowed under the light that streamed through that crack. I kneeled immediately in front of that blade, in front of that wall. I burst into tears, thanking the heavens they survived, for answering my countless prayers. They may have returned poisoned, but I would be able to overwrite my mistakes with spiritual energy. I don’t remember how long I cried, but after I calmed down, I made my way to their sword, grabbed the handle, and pulled it from the ground.

From where the sword resided in the ground, I began to dig. I pushed aside dirt and rocks, using my nails to dig as much as I could until I came upon a small wooden box. Pulling it out, I brushed off the extra dirt, wiped my hands on my clothes, and opened it to reveal a little vial. A vial of poison I once procured when I decided I would end my life when they one day returned and I would atone for my betrayal with death. While I didn’t deserve one, it would grant a quick and painless death.

Placing it in my sleeve, I grabbed their sword and began my way back down the mountain. Perhaps it was because I was traveling downhill, or because of how many times I slipped, but I reached my room faster than my ascend. Knowing I was filthy, I hid the bottle under my pillow where it would be easy to reach and hid their sword under my bed before heading to the baths, making sure my mask was still secured after falling so many times.

For the last session to heal their eyes, the deity joined us with the excuse of wanting to make sure nothing went wrong since the eyes are a sensitive area. However, the truth was he was there to help me leave after as my sight would be completely gone. He stayed off to the side and I started the energy transfer. It was excruciating, it took everything in my body to not pass out and make any sound. If they knew the price to heal them was at the cost of another, their gentle soul would never allow it.

After the last of the energy transferred into their body, I nearly collapsed but the deity caught me. He checked on their eyes, and while I could no longer see, I could hear their excitement at finally being able to take in every little detail around them; from the embroidery on their clothes to the paintings on the wall. As they excitedly looked around the room, the deity escorted me back to my room. Before he could leave, I grabbed their sword from under my bed and handed it to him, begging him not to tell them I had it.

During the three-day wait until the next healing session, I remained in my room. Where could I go without my sight? I couldn’t risk stumbling around. Not only was there the risk of bumping into them, I also had no intention of bothering the other disciples in the sect. And so I sat there in my room, trying to accept the darkness that became my life, recalling all the memories of the past couple of months in order to try and stay sane. With merely one month left, I only had those memories to keep me going within the darkness.

Finally, the day to start healing their ears arrived. The deity came to lead my way to their room. I was told they were already waiting on the bed, that way they wouldn’t see me struggle my way over. I took a deep breath before carefully making my way over.

When the session started, I almost pulled my hands away. An intense ringing pierced through my ears and wouldn’t stop. It was so intense I wanted to rip off my ears but I persisted. I had to. I had to do it for them. When it was over, I never felt more drained. The deity quickly took me away and for another three days, I remained in my room alone. For the following month, the closer we got to the last session, the more drained I became but I had to keep going.

When the last day arrived, my hands were trembling. I was on the verge of tears, I could finally make it up to them. The deity had to assist me all the way to the bed due to how weak I was and I was thankful to him. The pain that day was worse than ever, so many times I almost pulled my hands away but we were so close, so close to finally healing them. When the last of my spiritual energy entered their body, I couldn’t help but slump forward. My head bumped against their back, but I could no longer feel their warmth anymore. I couldn’t help but smile. My role was finally over.

A hand grabbed my arm and lifted me up. With my legs weak, I fell against them. I recognized them as the deity. We didn’t leave right away, but we left soon as he helped me stumble back to my room. I slumped onto my bed. In the darkness and silence, it was surprisingly calm. They would soon pass the last level and become a deity just as the vision foretold, gaining the power they needed to finally obtain the hapiness they deserved after all these years.

Would the other side be as dark and quiet? Or would I fall to the depts of the underworld and burn for my sins? Either way, there was only one way to find out. I felt around under my pillow, finding the vial. Sitting up against the wall, I uncapped the vial and brought it to my lips. I hesitated for a split second before drinking the liquid inside down to the very last drop.

I could feel my eyelids become heavy, my body quickly following suit. I’ve never felt so tired. It was just like falling asleep. Despite knowing my end, I was quite calm. As my body became more and more heavy, I replayed the scene of them playing their guqin with the softest smile on their face. It may not have been the clearest memory I have of them, but that smile was evidence everything I did was in the right. Because from the beginning to now, it was all for them.

[grassbreads]

Weighing in as a certified Xi Ping Knower™, absolutely not lmao.

Xi Shiyong spends his entire series getting paired off against people unfathomably more powerful than him and outwitting them through the power of insane harebrained schemes and his cockroach-like inability to die. He also absolutely runs on the rule of comedy to some degree. He constantly causes problems on purpose at the feet of powerhouses and gets away with it.

But it's so much funnier if he loses.

Late series Xi Ping is an incredibly powerful immortal, so surely he can avoid just one punch, right? He has healing powers good enough that he's basically unkillable, so surely it'll take more than a punch to stop him, right? Absolutely not.

Shiyong has to fight Saitama, gets all the pieces in place for whatever scheme he has this time, and has his array of even more overpowered loved ones watching from a distance with their own crazy plans. Then he somehow gets punched anyway in the middle of all that. His teacher would lose his shit. His unhinged cousin would lose his shit. Hysterical.

Anyway, I don't know if Saitama could actually kill him since you can't exactly punch a consciousness, but there's no way in hell Xi Ping's beating him in a fight. At best, we get a nice cycle of him getting punched, healing up, and immediately getting punched again. He'd lose so hard lmao. I figure at that point Shiyong considers himself irrecoverably defeated and immediately decides the only way forward is to get Saitama on his side. He proceeds to be incredibly annoying. More schemes ensue.

Can Xi Ping/Xi Shiyong/Tai Sui from Tai Sui Defeat Saitama?

Rules: a character can only defeat Saitama if they

1: Can avoid getting punched, AND

2: It is funnier for them to win. Do not apply powerscaling logic to this poll.

Vote under the cut if you read the rules

[silenzahra]

❤️ Where is my brother? 💚

⚠ BROTHERSHIP SPOILERS ⚠

This is basically a narration of the intro scene of the game, so as you can imagine, this story is spoilery for those who haven't started playing the game yet. Beware! ⚠

This might be a simple story, but the intro scene really spoke to me. Ever since I saw the first trailers, and especially, after seeing the looks the brothers exchange when Luigi saves Mario, I knew that I had to write something related to it. Just, those expressions resonated deep within.

So... here's the result! As a way to celebrate that Brothership came out a week ago today, I thought it'd be the best moment to post it. Since there are spoilers here, I won't be tagging anyone, but I sincerely hope whoever reads this story will enjoy it 🥰 And of course, likes, kudos, comments and reblogs are always more than welcome! 💖

As always, feel free to choose between reading this fic on AO3 or continue reading under the cut. Whatever you choose: get ready for some brotherly love coming your way! ❤️💚

(Needless to say but just in case: please do NOT tag as ship 🙅‍♀️)

❤️ Where is my brother? 💚

“Luigi?”

Mario walks through the green island where he’s ended up searching for his brother. Everywhere he looks he only sees trees, bushes, grass and more and more vegetation, and beyond, the crystalline blue sea, but no trace of Luigi.

Except, of course, for the visions.

It's not the first time Mario has seen his twin before him even though Luigi isn’t physically standing next to him, but it's been so long since the last time that Mario has been caught completely off guard. At first, in fact, he broke into a run towards him, convinced that Luigi had found him, and stopped dead in his tracks in confusion the second his brother vanished in front of his eyes.

When he heard him trying to push a rock behind him, Mario turned around, full of happiness and relief, and immediately set out to help him... only for Luigi to disappear again the instant Mario began to push too. The feeling of joy that had flooded him at seeing his twin deflated like a balloon that had just been stuck with a pin. Crestfallen, he could do nothing but repeat Luigi’s name, anguished at not being able to find him.

But then he heard his sibling once more.

This time, the voice came from the top of an embankment that Mario hurried to climb in a few jumps. There he found him again: standing at the beginning of a dirt road, Luigi was jumping and waving to him incessantly, excitement shining on his face.

And it was then that Mario understood.

These were not mere visions... but their brotherly connection guiding him to his twin.

After all, the bond they share since birth has always been special, intense, profound. It’s a bond that knows no bounds, that goes beyond what the mind can comprehend, that is not of this world.

It’s a bond that binds the hearts of both brothers with an unbreakable thread, stronger than any rock and more solid than the very ground their feet walk on. A bond that lets them know that the other is safe and well.

A bond that, since their childhood, guides their steps towards each other so that they can be together again as soon as possible.

After all, they’re not used to being apart for long.

So, at last having understood, Mario headed towards the path that Luigi indicated, ready to travel the distance between them.

His little brother, just as he expected, disappeared shortly before he reached him, but Mario didn't falter this time. He knew, he knows, that their twin sense was guiding him towards Luigi, and that, at the end of the road, there he’ll be at last: alive, real and solid.

On all those occasions, Luigi guided him by calling his name. Now, as he walks along the path that his brother showed him, Mario realizes that his heart is filled with relief as he remembers that Luigi's voice has sounded sing-songy every time, amused even, almost as if he were playing hide-and-seek with him. Maybe that's a good sign...

... Or maybe he's clutching at straws.

After all, Mario knows his brother too well to know that Luigi would never try to make a game out of a situation like this, in which, once again, they’ve been separated by accident and in strange circumstances. Surely, his brotherly sense is only trying to reassure him, as Mario, in fact, imagines, with a shudder that takes away all traces of ease from his inner self, that his twin must be terrified, anxious and desperate to find him.

Very similar to how Mario himself is feeling at the moment.

So he continues to look for Luigi and call him, on the lookout for any sign that might indicate the whereabouts of his little brother.

But, for the moment, nothing.

As he walks, Mario rubs his arm regretfully. Guilt pricks his soul and his heart shrinks in his chest. Why didn't he hold him tighter? Why did he have to let go... again? It's not the first time his sibling’s hand has slipped through his fingers and Luigi has ended up somewhere out of Mario’s reach. He should have learned his lesson by now.

He should have learned to be a better big brother by now.

Mario grits his teeth and keeps moving forward. He may have made the same mistake again, but he’s more than determined to make amends. The resolution to find Luigi takes up his heart completely and relegates guilt to a corner of his heart, though it doesn't disappear entirely, not by a long shot. They may both be grown men now, but Mario can never shake the feeling that Luigi and his well-being are his responsibility. He will always support his brother in whatever decisions he makes about how to live his life, and of course, he has unwavering faith in Luigi and his skills, but Mario, at the very least, will always see to it that his sibling is well, safe and sound, and will do everything in his power to contribute to his happiness. Always.

But, for that, first he has to find him.

It is then that Mario realizes that he hasn't seen any new sight of his brother for a while nor heard his voice calling him again, but that won't stop him.

Nothing could stop him from doing whatever possible to reunite with Luigi.

Looking around again, Mario notices that he’s reached an area of the island that leads to the ocean. And off in the distance, sailing across the mighty sea that surrounds him, he sees a huge ship, more like a floating island, which, however, also appears to be covered with vegetation. A huge tree stands out in its center, its leafy crown serving as a sail, and the figurehead appears to be a thick tree branch. Mario stares at it in the distance, amazed and astonished.

But then he hears something that startles him.

A scream.

A scream that sounds very similar... to his name.

That voice...

In a hurry, Mario runs to the very edge of the island where he is, wanting to listen better in case the sound comes again.

And indeed...

“MARIO!”

Mario gasps, his heart fluttering in his chest.

“Luigi!”

Of course! If he hasn't been able to find Luigi yet, it's simply because they've ended up in different places. Again.

But that's about to change.

His twin sense has guided him there. He’s heard Luigi again, and this time he sounded scared, terrified. Mario's most primal instincts, those that push him to always protect his sibling from all evil, have been activated and run through the plumber's body from top to bottom, filling him with adrenaline and urging him to do something, to help Luigi in any way he can. What if he's in trouble? What if he's been kidnapped? He couldn't bear the thought of his little brother being captured once again, and because of him too. Just like last time.

No, no way. He has to do something.

Without hesitation and with his twin’s desperate voice echoing in his ears, Mario steps back. For a few seconds, he just stares at the huge ship that continues to advance before his eyes, his brow furrowed, his fists clenched. Soon it will be nearby, and the time will come to bridge the distance between the two with a wide leap. He must time it very well and be very fast, for the ship is moving swiftly.

Showing a patience that he’s only capable of when it comes to Luigi, Mario waits. He doesn't lose sight of the ship for a second and counts down mentally to determine the moment when he should run. Almost there, he says to himself. It's not long now.

Soon he’ll be able to see Luigi again, and he’ll fight against all odds to help him.

Mario takes a deep breath and positions himself on the ground. The ship is almost within reach. It's only a matter of seconds before it’s close enough.

So, without a second thought, Mario starts to run.

He does so with all his might, getting closer and closer to the gap that separates him from the island ship. The determination to aid his brother, to make sure he’s safe, governs his movements and makes his heart beat faster in his chest.

After all, Luigi sounded scared.

He needs him.

He needs his big brother in the same way Mario needs his little brother.

Mario reaches the point where the island he is on ends and leaps.

His jump is high and forms an arc in the air, as always. He’s more than used to making jumps like this, both in his many solo adventures and in those in which his beloved brother has accompanied him.

The ship is nearing. Mario heads for it at full speed in the air and stretches out an arm to cling to the edge as soon as he reaches it...

But then he notices two things.

The first is that, being a ship, it has continued to move. It’s no longer so close to the island from which Mario leapt seconds before.

The second is that, therefore, his jump is not as high as he expected it to be.

He hasn't timed it right.

He's not going to make it.

He's going to fall into the sea and the force and speed of the ship will finish him off.

And he’ll never have the chance to meet Luigi again.

Mario panics. As his body begins to fall, as he watches before his terrified eyes how the ship slips from his grasp, he can only think that he cannot die without first making sure that Luigi is all right. He hasn't had a chance to see him since they fell through that portal, he doesn't know if his twin is okay. That was undoubtedly a cry for help. Luigi is in danger! How can Mario help him if he falls to his death?

“NO!”

Mario screams. It's not a cry of terror at his own impending death, but of frustration and rage. He asks only to be able to see Luigi one last time, to be certain that he’s all right, that he’s safe and sound, and then he’ll be able to move on.

He will accept his end with open arms if only he can know that Luigi is fine and well.

But, above him, Mario sees only the sky, a limpid blue, which begins to recede farther and farther away as he plunges to his death in the sea.

At least, he tells himself, the last thing his eyes will see before they close forever will be the vastness of the sky, which today seems to be clearer and brighter than ever.

And then, suddenly, fingers reach for his and a palm strikes his.

Unexpectedly, Mario finds himself hanging over the ocean. Some small stones fall around him, and he allows himself to look down for a moment, towards the roaring waters that were about to become his grave. He’s unable to restrain the mixture of terror and relief that takes over his entire body and soul as he realizes that he’s narrowly escaped.

He’s been very close to dying.

“Mamma mia...”

Mario's heart is still beating wildly in his chest, distressed at the proximity of death, when he decides to look up to find out to whom the hand that has just saved his life belongs.

His face immediately lights up as he notices the person that, leaning over the edge of the island, is silhouetted against the crystalline blue of the sky. A hat, a moustache, overalls... An outfit very similar to his own, but in shades of green and blue instead of red and purple.

Mario is beside himself with joy.

“Luigi!”

His exclamation is full of relief and the deepest and purest bliss. There he is: his strong little brother, eyes closed, clutching his hand, making a visible effort to hold him and not let him be swallowed up by the waves.

And, above all, more alive, real and solid than ever.

Mario's soul begins to sing with joy — Luigi is fine! Luigi is well and real, and not one of the visions that have been guiding him towards his sibling.

And not only that, but he has just saved his life.

Mario owes it to his dear, brave little brother that he can continue to breathe.

In fact, this was all he wanted: to be able to see Luigi one last time, to check that he’s well, that he’s alive and not in danger at all. If now death were to take him out of Luigi's reach, if the sea were to claim him in spite of everything, Mario would be happy to let himself go.

But his younger sibling, much stronger than he thinks he is, clings to him with all his might, almost in desperation, and does not seem to be willing to let death take his big brother away. In the midst of the effort, within seconds of hearing Mario call out to him, Luigi opens his eyes and looks directly at him.

The terror and anguish glistening in his eyes cut Mario's breath for an instant.

For a second, suspended over the edge of the ship, held only by his twin's fingers, Mario ponders how he himself would feel if the situation were reversed.

In fact... he knows all too well.

Before they ended up in that world that seems to consist only of a wide sea and a couple of islands, Luigi, in an attempt to flee from some bees that were attacking him, fell off a cliff in the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario almost fell with him from the momentum with which he rushed after him to rescue him, and he vividly remembers the fear he experimented, the horror that gripped his heart, as Luigi dangled from his hand, one step away from death.

Mario swallows. The anguish that invaded him at that instant hasn’t completely left him. He’s been so close to losing his brother that he’s sure that never, not even if he lived a thousand lives, would he be able to forget the panic, the terror, the horrible and sad prospect of living in a world without Luigi... and that it was his fault.

He could not bear it.

Guilt would not let him live.

His shattered heart would never recover.

And his twin's eyes, at this instant, scream exactly the same to him.

Mario can't blame Luigi for being afraid of losing him, for he himself would see his life end if death were to take Luigi from him.

Clinging to the edge of the island with his other hand, Luigi closes his eyes again and pulls Mario up, grunting from the effort. With only one hand, he manages to lift his big brother up enough so that Mario can grab onto the edge of the cliff with his free hand and pull himself up. With their combined strength, Mario finds himself taking a small, unexpected leap into the air before his entire body is safely on the ground.

He only allows himself a second to catch his breath before he sits up and begins to turn around so that he’s sitting on the grass.

“Thank you, Lu,” he manages to say in the meantime, between gasps.

Looking at Luigi out of the corner of his eye with a tired smile on his face, he notices that Luigi, standing next to him, is silently watching him, trembling, his face falling apart, his eyes moistening. Mario barely has time to wipe the smile off his face before his twin, screaming his name with a mixture of fear and relief, begins to cry loudly as he stretches his arms out to either side. Mario turns his head towards him for a second before, with an exaggerated jump caused, no doubt, by the state of nerves in which he is, Luigi pounces on him.

Despite the surprise, a wave of sheer love and warmth floods Mario when he feels the arms of his little brother, his emotions always running high, surrounding him and holding him with a mixture of liveliness and affection that warms his soul and heals all the fear and anguish he’s experimented in the time he’s been apart from his sibling. Still crying, Luigi starts to rub his cheek up and down against Mario's, who, again, smiles, this time moved, and he raises his arms to return his adored twin's embrace.

“Oh, Lulu,” he whispers, soft laughs springing from his throat due to the tenderness that invades every corner of his soul.

There he is, next to him, always as concerned for his well-being as he is for Luigi's. His twin, his brother, his sibling, his other half. The person who balances him, who keeps him sane and without whom he could not go on living.

Mario has finally found Luigi and never plans to be separated from him again.

[fookinstevienicks]

I have been in online fandom spaces since the 90s

and it wasn't until now, in the year 2024 and 911 fandom, that I've had to resort to ridiculous tactics to maintain any level of peace in a fandom

I mean I don't just block the poster of a rancid take. I block everyone who reblogged it. sometimes everyone who just liked it. I follow the rancid anti tags to block everyone who shows up

that's not that bad though. a little excessive but not out of the realm of rationality. there are browser extensions to make it even easier on xitter even

but now? I make a point of blocking their ao3 accounts preemptively. if someone posts a deliberately mistagged fic to the bucktommy tag on the archive, I also *block every account that comments on the fic*

I haven't quite gotten to the point of blocking whoever kudos the fic but I'm not automatically denying the future possibility either

fandom olds, remember when people just wouldn't fucking read shit they didn't like? like yeah there were always the homophobic trolls and shit but fucking shit it wasn't like this

[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to the june fic rec featuring my favourite works i read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! (and happy pride month!) rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Don’t Embarrass Me, Motherfucker by @allwaswell16 (T, 1.4k, established relationship, time stamp, professor harry, pets) Harry comes home from work to find Louis and their parrot are up to something.

A Darcy the Parrot time stamp

໑ All My Life by wanderlou (NR, 5k, established relationship, marriage proposal, humour) The four times Harry tries to propose and the one time he gets it right (or does he?)

໑ Take My Hand, Dumbass by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (G, 6k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o college au, roommates, touch depri) There's only alpha dorms at university, and Louis Tomlinson, omega, refuses to pay the exorbitant fees to live off campus. So, four years pretending to be an alpha it is! That'll be easy.

And maybe it would be easy, if not for the depri and the annoying alpha roommate and the fact that Louis is, honestly, a bit too stubborn for his own good.

໑ Little Love by GoldenSunflouervol6 (NR, 8.7k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, fbi, homelessness) Written for the Omegaverse fic fest for prompt: 205. L & H are FBI/CIA/MI6/whatever agents and best friends. L goes on a mission without H (they’re partners, so they usually go together) and he doesn’t return. 2 yrs later he returns to the agency after escaping from wherever he was (maybe he was kidnapped, experimented on, etc., can be up to the author!). H tries to get L to talk about why he was gone/what he went through, but L isn’t ready. They continue to go on missions, but L is falling apart. Maybe he’s having nightmares, flashbacks, etc. Whoever held L captive ends up finding him again and takes him back. He either escapes again or H finds him. The author can obviously add stuff! This is more like an outline, maybe? Preferably omega L & alpha H, but ultimately up to author. Would love to see the other boys in it too, but that’s up to the author as well! [possessive & jealous h, sassy & tough l] L can be feminized, but preferably not too much.

໑ the past might be painful, but i’m in love with our future by localopa / @voulezloux (T, 10k, established relationship, pride, time stamp) it takes a lot of convincing for louis to let harry take him to his first pride. harry understands his worries and fears. really, he does. he just wants to show his boyfriend that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

a don’t be afraid to love (and love again) time stamp.

໑ Louis and the Very Terrible, No Good Sleep by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 10k, roommates, a/b/o au, insomnia, 5+1 things) Louis had always been used to sleeping in a puppy pile back home. It was something that just happened, with all of his siblings being omegas, they just ended up in a giant nest all together, and Louis loved to cuddle in the warmth, and breathe in the familiar scent of home. He hadn’t thought much about it when, after graduating from the local uni, he got a job offer in Brighton and had to leave the family den.

Or, Louis is insomniac. Follow him in his quest to fall asleep.

໑ You Just Be Yourself by @lululawrence (NR, 13k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, kid fic, 5+1 things) “Thanks, Mom.”

Louis’ breath was knocked right out of him at those words, and Grey froze. They then immediately pulled out of Louis’ arms and scurried out of sight before either Harry or Louis could respond.

“Shit,” Harry cursed quietly, looking between Louis and where Grey had disappeared.

“I…” Louis blinked and looked down at the boxes still scattered on the floor. By the time he had gathered them back up, Harry was also gone.

Or five times Harry's daughter claims Louis as her mother, and one time Louis claims them both as his too.

໑ back where we belong by Ashisinlove (NR, 15k, exes to lovers, a/b/o au, college/university au, lack of communication, omega drop, read tags and author’s note) an exes to lover university!au where louis did not know how to express his concern in the relationship and harry did not know his omega was feeling this way.

໑ Ugly love by Hazzaslittle28 (E, 16k, kind of established relationship, governor harry, prostitute louis, accidental pregnancy) And Louis knew one thing as he stares at the dark sky and trees, the town moving away from his vision that he's never going to let his child feel the betrayal and hurt and all the hardships he went through.

He's going to give his baby enough love to fill the absence of her father. The ring in his fingers burn, there was rage inside Louis but most of all resided a boy who was still in denial that one day, one day his love would return back to him. Hold him and they'll stay happy as ever.

Or

The 1860s Au where Louis is a prostitute and Harry's a governor, they both are in love until they aren't.

໑ frightened by the bite, no harsher than the bark by localopa / @voulezloux (T, 21.6k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, rockstar louis, bodyguard harry, touch deprivation) louis loves going to the barricade during his shows. if it’s because he’s got a bit (lot) of touch deprivation and is using it as an excuse to have his big alpha bodyguard, harry, touch him, well, that’s a secret he doesn’t need to tell.

໑ Scarred by @allwaswell16 (E, 23k, enemies to lovers, soulmates, a/b/o au, sick fic, touch deprivation, soul bond, scars, read tags) As a male omega, Louis has learned to live with disappointment and rejection, but he dreams of the day he finds his soulmate. When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death.

Pride doesn't keep Louis from telling Harry the truth. But love does.

— rare pairs —

໑ It's You by @allwaswell16 (louis/louis, T, 2.7k, a/b/o university au, clones, 5+1 things) Five times alpha Louis talks to omega Lou and one time he admits he wants more from his omega clone

໑ The Tiniest Moves by @allwaswell16 (louis/nick grimshaw, T, 1.5k, getting together, famous/non famous au) Coffee shop owner Nick Grimshaw may or may not have come to work on his day off in the hopes that fresh-off-his-world-tour Louis Tomlinson might stop by.

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku soulmate au

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

Some contain mature content. ✅ tags.

Art work by @cats0p & @shobibizu

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Imperfect by qween_bee

Summary: Babies are born with a soul mark on the back of their neck, similar to a tattoo. The soul mark is generally referred to simply as a person’s mark, and each person’s mark is unique. When a person falls in love, the soul mark of whoever they’ve fallen in love with will appear somewhere on their body. Some people literally wear their heart all over their sleeve… some people get real tattoos to cover the marks of lost lovers. Most people bear the marks of their parents, and vice versa.

Izuku got Katsuki’s soul mark when he was four. Katsuki didn’t get Izuku’s mark until they were in high school, and it threw a wrench into the delicate relationship they’d formed as rivals.

Complete | 11 Chapters

Rated - Mature

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa

Summary: When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well.

Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Complete | 5 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

Under the Skin by spicymacaron

Summary: Izuku was born with the first words his soulmate would ever say to him tattooed on his wrist. Whoever his match is, they apparently think he’s a “shitty nerd”. Some people never meet their soulmate. Izuku begins to think that’s okay. Until he does.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Eternal Comfort by Bakanohero

Summary: Comfort is a feeling so often taken for granted.

Katsuki knows this all too well and has learned to cherish the moments that used to feel so far away.

One Shot | Married AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Shielding Your Heart by ReadingToMusic

Summary: When Katsuki's soulmate, Izuku, is declared legally dead, he's furious. Not because he's angry his nerd went and died, but because his soulmark, the thing tying them together at the most intimate level possible, still has colour in it.

If Izuku was dead, the colour would be gone. Everyone knows that, but no one cares, so Katsuki's going to find his nerd his damn self if he has to. Unfortunately, there's an idiot extra with shitty hair that won't stop touching him, but at least Racoon Eyes has his back.

Ultimately, it takes a manchild wearing a dead hand on his face for Katsuki to make progress in finding Izuku, but hey, nothing worth having comes easy, right?

Only rated Mature for gratuitous Bakugou swearing and mild sexual references!

Complete | 2 CH | Quirkless Midoriya

Rated - Mature

Colors and Shapes by MochiUs

Summary: A story told through soul marks.

One Shot | Quirkless Midoriya

Rated - Teen & Up

Carmine Red by Cadameo

Summary: Izuku loves several different things in his life but if he has to choose a favourite one, it would probably be the ability to see colour in Katsuki's eyes. Which he has been able to since they were four years old.

Lately, though, it seems Izuku's unwavering belief in happily ever afters and on the bond he shares with him is starting to crack. What he sees through those cracks is grey and lifeless and he wonders if he will ever be happy living life without Katsuki in it.

Katsuki and Izuku are soulmates. Katsuki rejected him years ago... or so Izuku thinks.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

We Burn, We Glow by s_the_queen

Summary: Izuku is turning 18, which means his soul mark will be appearing. He's pretty sure it's not Katsuki. He's pretty wrong.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Fire, Blood, and Snow by @amarisllis

Summary: Katsuki opens his mouth to bark out a question, to ask him what the fuck he’s doing here and why he isn’t inside getting warm like the rest of the sane population of their village, when Deku’s lashes flutter as he steps closer, a groan falling from his mouth. Katsuki freezes, his whole body chilling to a temperature colder than the snows surrounding them.

There’s blood seeping through Izuku’s coat, over his glove where his hand presses against his side.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Mature

Permanent Ink by Maxine

Summary: The words that bloom on Katsuki’s arm are painfully familiar, to the point that he can hear the grating, wobbly voice saying them in his ear. They’re specific in a damning way, but at the same time vague enough that it could be someone else who says them. Someone he still has to meet in a situation that hasn’t yet occurred.

…Okay, so that’s a bunch of bullshit and he’s not pathetic enough to cling to desperate hope like that for too long. But he’s got some time to convince himself it’s possible his soulmate is someone else. Anyone else.

Deku’s birthday is still a few months away, after all.

Complete | 25 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

A Nerd's Wish by dekuskatsudon

Summary: Izuku wished more than anything to be Katsuki—his Kacchan’s soulmate. When the older boy turned seventeen, Izuku was devastated to find out that he wasn’t.

Or so he thought.

—

In which every person can hear their soulmate’s wish on their seventeenth birthday.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Fated to Be by Emily_Elizabeth_Fowl

Summary: Deku seemed sad. Everyone else was drinking and dancing, some people having borrowed instruments from the hosts, the crowds singing jaunty songs… But not Deku. He sat, alone, away from the commotion, his shoulders hunched as he stared at the ground.

And no one even tried to approach him.

Mind made up, Katsuki reached for the clasp of his cape as he crossed that last bit of distance between them, draping the fabric over Deku’s shoulder, the gesture making the other man glance up in surprise.

“You’re really not dressed for the weather,” Katsuki grumbled, sitting on the log next to Deku. It wasn’t what he had planned on saying, but the apology stuck in his throat as the brilliant green eyes focused on him. “It’d be a shame if you caught a cold.”

One Shot | No Quirks au

Rated - General Audiences

[highlordofkrypton]

Tag game for fanfiction authors!

Thank you so much for the tag @angelosearch! I'm going to tag @goforth-ladymidnight @praetorqueenreyna @achaotichuman @yaralulu @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @thedickgraysons @chunkypossum and whoever wants to join pls! I'm really bad at remembering who are all the writers!

TELL US

The story you're proudest of

I have two fics that I'm especially proud of!

Wildflowers, which is my ACOTAR prequel. It's my first fanfiction written and posted online, and the first story I wrote start to finish. I tried my best to give depth to the world and the side characters. I do think some people are turned off by the main characters/ship, but it's so much more than that. It's also spawned so many side stories which is so exciting!

Regrets, which is my first SUPERBAT that I ever posted. I think it's a really good reflection of my style which balances emotion, humour and intimacy. I'm so happy my first attempt at writing my OTP turned out SO WELL.

Your story that's gotten the most love online:

The answers are the same as above, but for different reasons.

Wildflowers has gotten a lot of praise for multiple elements in the story, and I feel like those who read it all found different parts to enjoy. It's one of those stories that are really fun to talk about, and there's so many little nods here and there. It makes me happy to see that readers are noticing them. Wildflowers also has original additions (like family members of the main characters) that everyone loves as much as I do!

Regrets has the most kudos, but like mentioned above, it's a classic ship and a good balance of fluff and angst elements! I had so much fun writing it, and I think that came through in the piece.

Tease a current WIP or idea you're working on:

I've been wanting to tease NEEDLE & KING (wip title, subject to change), which is the prequel/side story for Rhysand's parents.

It was supposed to be a shorter, contained story about their romance, but now it's become a lore exercise, an exploration of cultural displacement in fantasy, starts off as a female-focused cast, etc.

Chapter 1 Flying

At the end of the world, Lilith thinks of nothing. No home to yearn for, no family to miss her—at least, not for long—and no future to look forward to.  She stands on the edge of a mountain’s peak, one of two Wolf’s Fangs, and feels. The world comes into her through the howls of the wind and the bite of the cold against her barely covered arms. Clouds stand between her and the bottom, if she could even see that far on a clear day. Her life, until now, has been a series of instances that have happened to her rather than experience. The absence of her father, the death of her mother, the fear that looms above her—she is at the mercy of everything around her. Here, the ice demands her wakefulness. Here, the skies challenge her. Here, every breath is earned. The height of the mountain is the only time she feels alive, so what is that feeling when she steps off its edge and careens downwards. Down, down, down, she goes with a whistle—a force against gravity. At the bottom, reality will come crashing down, but she can solve that problem quite easily. Just… fall. Her black wings strain against the fall, and she grits her teeth. It’s not in her nature to fall; she will never accept her fate. Lilith wages war against nature itself, demanding her muscles to yield to her will. A loud flapping noise signals her success, the membranes of her wings cradling the air itself to take her in an arc, a low swoop and then up again. She glides through the clouds, occasionally drawing her dark wings to herself and allowing herself to plummet before catching herself again. Lilith had taught herself to fly. It was the only thing she can control in her small, small life. Her flights have no destination, and they are timeless. She flies for as long as she can. She pushes as far as she can go because she never knows when it will be her last time.

Like any draft, this may be subject to change. The first scene I usually write for any draft is the one that 'sets' the tone of the story.

Fun fact - Lilith is a name/character that pops up in all my stories either as some weird writing signature/nod, or as a main character. She's a hyperfixation that started with Diablo and never left, but she's become her own phenomenon for me and my writing.

Your top 3 fandoms: that I write in... ACOTAR & DC Comics. I currently don't have time to write in a third one, woops.

Your top 3 ships: If it's what I've written for, then the answers are Tamlin x Rhysand, Bruce x Clark and Orm x Clark. If it's what I enjoy personally, then it's all of the above + many, many crackships.

Rec someone else's fic: Without a doubt, the people I've tagged above have amazing fics. I haven't had a chance to read their works in their entirety, but I've participated in challenges with them, creeped on their works, and they are SO GOOD! Please go check them out! Their fics are on my to-read, but part of my writing process is to just write without reading, so once I'm done my current fic, I will be going through each work to add comments and properly devote the love and attention they deserve.

Pick one!

Fluff or Angst - I cannot NOT write angst, but I believe that both (one into the other) create incomparable emotional depth.

Oneshots or longfics - I prefer reading oneshots, but I cannot stick to one chapter for the life of me.

Canon compliance or canon divergence - I have the worst memory, I couldn't be canon compliant if I wanted to...

AO3 or FF.net

[storiesbyjes2g]

Simblr Gratitude Day

I've been in a serious adulting and holiday prep pattern this week and haven't been able to be here much, so I'm behind on a lot of your content and missed this really cool event. But will that stop me from participating? Not one bit! I finally have a moment to chill, so here we go!

Y'all know how much I appreciate you, but I'll never stop expressing it. Whoever came up with this idea, kudos to you! There's often so much negativity in this community and I love that we're not gonna let it win. Let's make spreading love a way of life!

@ladybugsimblr, you are the best co-conspirator collab partner, and I appreciate you putting up with my foolishness on the daily lol. Your friendship has been so refreshing, and I am really glad to know you!

@trumpets0ng, you keep my sims in constant supply of super amazing builds, and my stories have never looked better. I appreciate you also putting up with my shenanigans and am glad to have a chance to get to know you outside of sims things.

@mysimsloveaffair, it has been a privilege to get to know you better! I love seeing you pop up in my messages, and collaborating with you has been so fun. Thanks for allowing me into your life!

@maladi777, you have been around since the very beginning of my Sims 4 life, read every single story, witnessed every glow up, and have been part of every community I've joined. So the question remains...who is stalking who?? I appreciate your stalwart friendship and love that I can say I have known you for as long as I have.

@percosim @saps-sims, you're my reblogging tag team! I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have nearly as many followers with you guys consistently spreading the word. It's really amazing what you do, and I appreciate it so much!

@someone-elsa, you ask the BEST questions, and I always look forward to them. And you know I'm loving your lookbooks right now!

@soulsimmin, I LOVE talking to you whether it's sims, design, or some random bizarreness that just occurred! And I love how deep you get into my stories and characters. Your comments keep me rolling lol. Sometimes I'll add some subtle obscure funny and say to myself, if she is the only one who gets it and laughs, I've been successful lol. Thank you!

@bridgeportbritt, I appreciate your check-ins! These internet friendships we all have can be a minefield sometimes, and it's hard to know how people are affected by things. I appreciate you asking! And I appreciate you loving my sims!

@gingerbeardmansim, @thelastairsimblr, @gogomadu, @wannabecatwriter, @digital-deluxe, @budgie2budgie, @dreamstatesims, @eslanes, @ellemant, @hazelminesims, @cross-design, @micrathene-w, @shesthespinstersimmer, @haziewhims, @whyhellosims, @chcltroses, @geminispeaketh, @n1ck1s1ms, @beebeesiims, @wifemomsimmer, @nyrarachelle, @nilonne, @utamuse, @pinkchocolatesims, @kimbogee, @missmoodring, @lazysunjade, @nightlifeseries, @deardiaryts4, @ladytee918, and everyone who has ever liked or commented, to the lurkers, to my newest followers I am not familiar with yet, I appreciate you all SO very much! Those of you who write, build, make cc, and everything else creative, you know how we all get in our heads sometimes. All of you keep us going, and your interactions do not go unnoticed. 💛

Love you all!!

[00queasy00]

20 questions for fanfic writers

me talking to my partner: wait am i fanfic writer??

partner: you literally have published stories on that fanfic website. you literally wrote a fic without art a few weeks ago.

me: hmmmm >__>

ANYWAYS thank you trippy <3 <3 <3

this was my first time looking at my own ao3 statistics :o ----------------------

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

16 works in total! most are art works for challenges or fests <3

7 written stories!! (wow wtf when did that happen?) one of them has art included.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

10,845 words

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Mainly tomarry tbh, but also hazbin

4. top five fics by kudos:

ao3 is showing me a mix of my written fics and my art posting so...ç

in order:

Her silly speaker

(ART) the implicating scale

a very harry drawtober

Heaven

naughty pen and ink trolls

5. do you respond to comments?

i try to...like 80% of the time, but the 20% of the time i dont have anything additional to say - but i do read and appreciate every single comment <3 <3 <3

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

none LOL i am a happy ending person

BUT maybe "haunting you", since theres no clear ending....i do think about finishing it.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

mmmm maybe: The Golden Snitch Kiss ?

8. do you get hate on fics?

fortunately no.

9. do you write smut?

no lol

10. craziest crossover?

none since i dont have crossovers written :,0

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of.....

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of..... x2

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope

14. all time favorite ship?

tomarrymort! the creators in this fandom are insanely talented and so passionate <3 thank you all for sharing your fancreations with us all!!!

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

seamonster bait AU / champions AU / Cedric bullying AU

16. what are your writing strengths?

writing short stories

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

writing HAHAHA

okay but for reals, writing "in character". i struggle with lowering my own voice and letting characters talk through me instead. how do you guys do that?

also editing after the "shit draft / first draft" -> it is why i keep my stories nice and very short in comparison to other published stories hehehe

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i like when authors do this. yet i dont feel comfy to do it myself tho.

20. favorite fic you've written? i have three fics for different reasongs, i refuse to pick

- Her silly speaker -

i have wanted to write an uncommon POV via Nagini, and also i was attempting a twilight reference but i believe i chicken"d out last minute? Anyways I had Harry call Nagini "Bella" in reference of "where have you been loca??!!" hahahhah X

- haunting you -

an ambitious story that outgrew my intentions, yet not fully bloomed. I enjoyed figuring out a more "original storyline and setting" than following the canon world and its rules and plotlines.

like i have mentioned earlier, i wouild like to add more to this story and maybe flesh it out properly with time.

- the treactle tart chef -

in this one, my most recent written fic, i really sprinkled in a few of my favorite characterizations of tom that i enjoy seeing a lot. idk if these character traits and behaviors are evident to others besides me BUT i am glad i had fun writing this one a lot after a good while of not writing.

Tagging:

@liquidluckandstuff - answer these questions too! >: )

@albondiguilla007 @cealesti @catjar91 @isalisewrites @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @tommarvoloriddlesdiary @valkyrie-chemist @chaos-bear and whoever else that wants to join !!!

[blitz0hno]

Why I'm Voting Inno Mikoto even tho He Definitely Did It

or should I say DID i-*🏏smacked*

TL;DR like many I do not believe a word John says, but I also don't think he has the entire truth. Meanwhile Mikoto's amnesia is near undoubtable. With two unreliable narrators and solid evidence of self-defense, I think we need more before declaring him guilty.

I'm here to be Mikoto's lawyer cuz John ily but you suck at it 😭

Now onto why I'm voting Inno:

Mikoto isn't lying when he says he doesn't remember murdering those people, at least not entirely. The memory is in his subconscious, but he can't even remember the faces of his victims because they were both so out of it.

I believe what we see in MeMe is safe to assume to be his first. The first mannequin smashed onscreen is this one:

That looks like a damn FNAF jumpscare lmao this tells me that his baseball hobby probably saved him from getting jumped at that train station, but it came at a heavy price.

That's where John comes in. To handle the feelings that undoubtedly came with taking a life and having to hide the evidence.

Generally in DID alter's memories fall into one of 3 categories (my observations of myself and other systems):

That event happened. These are all the details. I feel nothing about it.

That event happened and I remember everything I felt like it was seconds ago, but I couldn't tell you specifics

That event happened??

The latter two can safely be assigned to John and Bokukoto. The first one is what we're missing.

I saw someone point out how the train could symbolize that he can never go back (credit urself in the tags if u see this it was a good one) to before he killed.

That brings me to our final scene.

Remember how John split to handle the feelings of that stressor? The feeling of unsafety, pure adrenaline, and righteous anger at the attacker is a horrific thing, but once you experience it you change. In order for an alter to handle the reality of something, it must be accepted somehow. John's way of accepting it is not remembering their faces, only his expressions and actions. That's probably why he's so aggressive; constant fight-or-flight mode.

Mikoto (Bokukoto), like with whatever happened to him in early childhood to cause DID, is unable to accept these realities because doing so would shatter his world (it turns out constant fight-or-flight isn't great for your social life).

So about John's statement that he didn't know any of the victims even though he totally did, at least a little;

John is reading the room and there it is: unsafety, pure adrenaline, and righteous anger at the attacker. That's all he needs to feel to know that it's time to protect Mikoto.

That's not the face and mannerisms of a man who bashes skulls in for kicks. This shit was personal.

I can't tell if it's one or two victims in the second clip here, but I strongly believe they had something to do with his work. His subconscious is really harping on how much his boss got on him and how stressed it made him. Something happened that pushed them over the edge. You don't call your mom after you kill for fun (or maybe you do idk). You call your mom when you know you're fucked.

John initiated the second killing but I don't think he was the only one making a conscious decision. That said, I don't have enough details to condemn Mikoto to another unforgiven verdict.

So, where will we find that info? Well remember RGB Mikoto/Trikoto theory (kudos to whoever coined those too)? Well when I broke down the compartmentalization earlier I hinted that there's a strong chance that SOMEONE remembers every detail, but feels nothing and lays dormant.

Good old green Mikoto, the only one we haven't seen speak yet the one who's given us the most detail so far (via MeMe).

Even if not and Bokukoto remembers more than he's letting on/gets in contact with John, the crime itself isn't unforgivable beyond a shadow of a doubt yet even with multiple victims. His reasons are still cloudy.

Also I like him

[thestalwartheart]

fascination

Prompt fill for @ithinkthereforiamfandom who gave me a bunch of prompts from the soft fic prompt meme. I went with 'slow dancing.'

Read below or on AO3. Comments/kudos/reblog tags are much appreciated 💖

“Now, with your right—no, right—” With a huff and a laugh, Bond stopped moving.

“Shit. Sorry.”

Bond looked down to see scuffs on his shoes from several encounters with Q’s two left feet. He would have been more annoyed about that, but it was hard to be in a bad mood when the Quartermaster’s hair was in wild disarray and he was flushed pink from embarrassment. He looked, for all intents and purposes, like he was on the better side of a lazy afternoon shag.

“This is hopeless, isn’t it?” continued Q, pushing up his glasses. “I’ll just—thank you for your time, but I should really…”

He moved back and tried to extricate himself from Bond’s grip. Bond held on tight. The clock over Q’s shoulder read nine pm. They’d been at this for two hours—give or take—in Q’s garage-cum-lab, and though Q had so far displayed only marginal improvement as a dancer, they had been two of the better hours of Bond’s life. It was safe to say he wasn’t keen to wrap this up too quickly and face his empty flat, not with Q so deliciously dishevelled and unguarded. The man was, for once, exactly where Bond wanted him.

Besides, Bond never quit, not even when the mission seemed insurmountable. What sort of agent would he be, packing it in at the two-hour mark of teaching someone to dance?

“You’re not giving up that easily,” he said to Q as much as himself.

“Sometimes, it’s abundantly clear that some things are best left to the professionals.” Q winced at the state of Bond’s shoes. “If you take those in tomorrow, I’ll get them fixed up.”

“Forget about my shoes, Q.” Bond leaned in. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were afraid of me being better at something than you are.”

“Rubbish. You’re better than me at plenty of things.”

“Oh, I am, am I?”

“Yes.”

“Go on.”

“Ah. Well. There’s the hand-to-hand combat for a start.”

“For a start.”

“And all the jumping out of helicopters and such.”

“Naturally.”

“And a one-hundred percent equipment loss rate. It’s really quite impressive. I don’t think I’ve managed to be so forgetful of thousands of pounds worth of belongings in my life.”

“I brought back that radio last week.”

Q gave him a look. This was more familiar footing. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t throw a party.”

“No, you might have to dance at a party.”

“Oh, for—”

Q tried to pull away again. Bond was quicker this time to pull him back in.

“What was it you said earlier? It was imperative you learn how to dance.”

“Did I say that? I might have been a bit hasty.”

“You told me,” said Bond, his voice low, “that this bloke you were going to your cousin’s wedding with, Billy or whoever—”

“Bailey.”

A stupid name, thought Bond, “—was a proper gentleman and an excellent dancer, and that he’d murder you or some such nonsense if he found out you couldn’t dance.”

“It’s been a rather stressful day, Bond. It’s possible I was slightly dramatic about the whole thing.”

“I should hope so. I wouldn’t want to accuse you of having terrible taste in men.”

“Oh!” Q straightened. He was, for the first time in this argument, feeling properly righteous. “Oh, that’s not a road you want to go down, Bond, if we’re talking about partners with murderous intent.”

“No,” conceded Bond. “Probably not.”

Mostly instinctively, though not without a plan, Bond began to sway slowly to the song coming from Q’s speakers. It was one of Bond’s favourites.

“I suppose they knew how to dance, though,” said Q, beginning to sway too. “Your partners.”

There was a funny expression on his face. A twitch of self-consciousness, perhaps. Bond got a quick look at it before Q cast his eyes downwards, once again, to their shoes. The quip Bond had lined up died on his tongue.

It was time, he knew, to exercise a bit of caution.

“Anyone can dance, Q. Given the right mood, the right music, the right partner.” Bond hummed. “A good glass of wine.”

“Or a martini.”

“Or a martini, yes. But there are things more exceptional than dancing.”

Q’s head snapped up. “I thought you said you liked it.”

“I do.” Bond’s hand travelled lower, over Q’s waist and down to his belt loops. “Don’t you?”

“I can’t—” Q seemed astonished to realise they were making a go of it, moving in time to the music. The footwork was minimal, but dancing—the best kind—was never about the bloody footwork. “Oh.”

“Anyone can dance,” said Bond again. “But not everyone’s you.” His thumb stroked the bony protrusion at Q’s hip. “Just make sure Bill—”

“Bailey,” breathed Q, though he no longer seemed affronted or, indeed, particularly concerned about the man.

“Make sure whoever you end up dancing with never forgets it.”

Bond turned them around, still swaying, while Q scrutinised him. The newly curious look in his eye was familiar. All of this was familiar, except in the ways it wasn’t, not quite. They were in Q’s lab rather than a chandelier-ed ballroom, for a start. They were both down to their rolled-up shirtsleeves, and their suits were crumpled after a long day of desk work. Bond was sober and unarmed. There were no martinis in sight. The lighting was, frankly, awful. But the mood was right, and the partner was definitely right, and—

Q cleared his throat. ”If I was to—”

“Christ, yes.”

And then Q was kissing him, and he was kissing back, grabbing fistfuls of those irresistible curls and tugging Q’s shirt out of his trousers to get at his soft, velvet-warm skin. Q kissed like a wild thing, and his hands were everywhere. The lab amplified every sound they made: the huffs of breath against each other, the rough pull of silk and cotton against a callus or two, the wet suck of Q’s mouth around Bond’s bottom lip. And incredibly, they were still dancing.

With his hands on either side of Q’s face, Bond brought Q to a slow stop. Around them, Nat King Cole crooned about fascination, and Bond thought, yes. Yes, quite.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

sooo late but doing this instead of doing work haha heehee. thanks for tagging me @lovelylotusf1 and @cx-boxbox.

How many works do you have on AO3?

f1 fics: 16 total: 58

What's your total AO3 word count?

310k. which depending on your perspective is a lot, or not a lot at all ! i'm trying to be comfy with the fact that fic is fun and shouldn't be quantified with stats but that's a whole other arc

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i have a whole thing about getting sucked into stats so tbh i don't know as of right now, and am making the active choice not to know

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do for short fics (<3,000 words)! it feels easier somehow? i read every single comment though and even screenshot them for shitty days. (and there are surprisingly quite a lot of shitty days tbh. not to bludgeon you all about it but).

p.s. if you've ever written an essay comment for any fic you deserve the biggest hug in the world. is all i will say as an author...

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

it turns out all my fics are kinda angsty...! probably the girl!lando fic pardon my emotions. the unwritten sequel remains on my mind... the 2024 season has given us so much to work with...

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

definitely the sun and really because @maaxverstappen specifically requested a happy ending in the exchange prompt. maybe i just need a tiny mandy dancing on my shoulder at all times to make this stick.

Do you write crossovers?

i think i've done for other fandoms but not in f1 yet. i had an 814 spiderman multiverse fic percolating for a while but it's kind of on hold like the rest of my writing atm cus. life.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not in f1 afaik. but it's like my 6th year of being in fandom now and trust me when i say i've seen almost everything atp.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i'm pious i'm unhinged, so yes.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, in a diff fandom

i've talked about co-writing f1 fics with @miamimaiden and @unlapped, but all my writing's kind of on hold rn so nothing as of yet !! co-writing can be so fun though and i highly encourage it. also vibing in the gdocs counts as writing. to meee.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

anything enemies to lovers tbh. hence, carcar.

frando-norpinto have my heart as of late.

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

the longform notting hill 814 au that is outlined in my drafts with an almost complete chapter 1, but i do not have the spark or capacity to write more atm

What are your writing strengths?

i've been told i write very cinematically, and that i do ✨ vibes ✨ very well

athat may be at the expense of actual plotting lmao. but i just love slowness without a particular sense of direction sometimes?

which is also why writing the sun was so fun, because i didn't have a ton of time to stay too long in one scene. and i had to finish it on deadline, and it still had character development while staying under 15k

What are your writing weaknesses?

long plots for sure. this is also my hangup in screenwriting class (when i used to go to screenwriting class).

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

i've done so before for lestappen fics and probably should've gotten it checked, but alas. also lestappen fics were much earlier in my fandom journey and i didn't have anyone to ask back then 😬

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

[redacted]

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

choscar (charles/oscar) or francoscar (franco/oscar) maybe.

bonsai (carlos/alex).

oscar's my blorbo, i just love putting him in Situations.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

in f1 it's gonna be the sun (AGAIN) or at a constant speed.

tagging @miamimaiden @testarossa @strwbrryfire @ocontraire and whoever else wants to play. i'm so late so maybe everyone has done it already.

[lonewolflupe]

20 Fic Writer Questions

Thank you for tagging me, @eternal-transcience and @returnofthepineapple (I loved reading your answers)! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27 (since I joined AO3 in June 2024)!

2. What's your A03 word count?

136,634

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

For All One's Worth (TBB Echo x reader) - 23 kudos

Echo Of Your Mind (TBB Echo x reader) - 22 kudos

The Cavalry Has Arrived (TBB POV) - 20 kudos

Battle Scars (TBB Echo POV) - 19 kudos

On Vanilla And Caramel (Fox x reader) - 17 kudos

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably my longfic A Lupe Of Faith, but that's still unfinished (taking a midseason-break at a pretty angsty point in the story tho). For finished pieces, I think Before I Fall (Fives).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd like to think Signs Of Affection (Fives x reader NSFW) haha

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't received any, thank the Maker!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes I do! It's pretty mild, because I'm still trying to get comfortable with writing it. I'd love to explore it more further tho!

10. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

No I don't, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No I haven't!

I did write a cracky holomail that is part of @aknightreaderr's Fives State Of Mind universe (and I'm planning on some more Fox-screaming-into-the-cracky-void for that same universe).

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Lupe (OC) x Fives sorry not sorry

Otherwise.. I absolutely love Foxiyo, Codywan and Blyla!

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

I still intend on finishing all my current WIPs, haha

I have two multi-chapter fics I'm working on, one with a new OC, one with Reader. But I won't start posting them until I've finished some more chapters (I should work on those again, where did the time go)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Uhm.. I'm not really sure? I think I'm pretty okay with writing fluff and hurt/comfort. I'm still a starting writer so I'd leave this question open to my readers haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing in English (which isn't my first language)! I think I'm managing, but I feel like I can't express myself fully (I wish my English vocabulary was wider). It feels like I get repetitive sometimes, using the same words over and over again. (Thesaurus and the Cambridge Dictionary are livesavers and I always have them around whilst writing)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

"Ik hoop oprecht dat je een grap maakt als je zegt dat je een dialoog in mijn bitterballen-taal wil," Lupe said with a straight face, as she jabbed a stick into a cheese cube. She devoured the soft, luscious Gouda, before continuing with her mouth still full: "Laten we het bij kaas houden."

I'm just kidding here. I'm not super fond of my own language (Dutch), so I actually prefer writing in English (even when I'm restricted with it). I do use some Mando'a words from time to time, and I might have used some Huttese slang. But I don't master those languages enough to write whole sentences in it, so English it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch! (This is my first time writing fanfic)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I hold my longfic A Lupe Of Faith very dear, but A Buir's Burden (Alpha-17 + Cadet Rex + Cadet Cody) is definitely one of my favourites (along a few I mentioned at question 4).

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NPT: @aknightreaderr @eclec-tech @kotemf @ladylucksrogue @kybercrystals94 and whoever else has AO3 and wants to join this!

[backmarkerr]

Fic Writer Interview 📝

tagged by @brawngp2009 ! Thank you, it was fun!

Heads up, I'll be keeping this to my F1 writing only! --

How many works do you have on AO3? 7 😎 What's your total word count? The ao3 stats page tells me it’s 30 302. My writing programme tells me there's 20k more in wips but that includes notes and stuff that aren’t really fic writing What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Isn't the stats page so great? Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! I don’t always see them right away, but I like to say thank you to each person who takes the time to let me know they read and enjoyed something I wrote :) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? I’m not sure... I don't really have any fic that ends angstily, but I guess the closest would be either Winter Pitstop or Head in the clouds? They’re more ambiguous than angsty, though… What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I’d say Eyes on the prize has the happiest ending out of the current finished ones. Do you write crossovers? I don't write actual crossovers, but I love crossover AUs! I tend to draw them more than write them, though. Have you ever received hate on a fic? No. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Hell yeah!!! I only started writing smut "properly" in the past couple of years, it can be very challenging but that makes it extra rewarding when it's done. As for what kind, just m/m so far. I’d like to diversify it one day, but who knows... Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not a full fic, but lets just say there's a reason I no longer share WIP snippets. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but honestly all my fics are so rooted in what Ghost and I come up with together that she might as well be a co-writer. What's your all-time favourite ship? Simi. I was definitely not planning on being so incredibly compelled by a ship of two older retired blond drivers, but here we are. The lore is incredible and I learn something new every day, the parallels are out of this world, the reason a megapost is so hard to write is because there is truly SO much. But also their love is so refreshing! Most of my fandom life was spent stuck in ships that were doomed from the start/impossible so Simi is really freeing for me. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I sure hope I’ll finish all of them! What are your writing strengths? Not to toot my own horn, but I think I’m pretty good at “show, don’t tell” in a way that the reader can put the dots together without me spelling it out for them. For example, I think I make it pretty obvious that Seb and Kimi love each other, even if they don't say it and the word "love" itself barely shows up in my writing. What are your writing weaknesses? Grammar and punctuation, especially in regards to dialogue. English isn’t my first language and I learned writing in a different style, so it can be pretty difficult. Also prepositions like on/in/at are a nightmare. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Like everything else, it depends on how it’s done. I’ve seen fics where it’s used really well in the context and heightens the experience, and others where it’s just unnecessary. Personally, I’d have to be really sure that the language is correct before I used it, and really sure that it fits the situation in the fic. What was the first fandom you wrote for? As far as you’re concerned, F1 is my first fandom ;) What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Honestly I’m just here for Simi. No other F1 pairing inspires me to write. What's your favourite fic you've written? You never forget your first, right? Winter Pitstop is still my personal favourite. Maybe it will lose that spot once I finally write and post the sequels I planned last year.

-- I'm not sure who has been tagged already, so i tag @racingghost and whoever else sees this!