#last ones a wip i’m not finished w i just wanted to post it

[holidaybagels]

mcsm art uhmm

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✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thank you so much for tagging me - love this one! (i love them all actually) @jrooc

@stocious @michellemisfit @doshiart @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy

@sgtmickeyslaughter @gallapiech @suzy-queued @spookygingerr @roryonic

Name and A03 handle: Julia, Blue_Disco_Lights

Current Location: my dining table - my work is hybrid, so this (suprisingly uncomfortable setup) is my desk twice a week.

Favourite picrew: I never really wore my space buns this high, maybe a bit lower… also the jewelry is a Chain Mickey homage obviously.

What's one thing you want in a picrew? I love a creative background and good sweater options. If left to my own devices, I’d be in a hoodie all the time, but it’s nice to spice things up!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Hard to choose! it's a tie between some @galladrabbles and these @gallacrafts.

Why is it your favourite? I’ve been knitting since I was a kid but never really got beyond the scarf phase lol - and Season 1 Not-a-booty-call/“Whatever, see ya” Mickey wore that green scarf and I knew I had to recreate it. The t-shirt is me attempting to draw for the tomato theme and I just think it would be so funny if Ian actually wore this outside.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? For the scarf, it was all about finding the right yarn and also that cute patch that just appeared out of nowhere at the craft store. Drawing is hard because i don't know how 😆

Last ao3 fic you commented on? It was either on Shame-proof written by @ms-moonlight-inn and @notherenewjersey or A Song Only You Can Hear by @suzy-queued - both so good!

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I’m usually OK with WIPs taking a while, truly… but oh man, I’ll copy @jrooc's answer and say Things Beyond Mistake by grayola. What a STUNNING work and we’re left just aching for what happens for those two. My second is Elevator Music by gallavichsecurity- another beautifully written one that I hope will continue one day. 

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I love enemies to lovers, the slower the burn the better 🫠🔥 . I’ve yelled about loving road trip plots a lot, so I loved Highway of Hedonism  by @roryonic (w/ beautiful art by @gallapiech).

Least favourite? I’ve never gravitated to mpreg   

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Never even knew A/B/O was a thing until i got here - hello! Same goes for Whump - once it clicked that it was an actual genre, it was like oh wow, i think i’ve been into this my whole life lol.

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Er, shocked quite honestly. When I see that I actually have multiple things posted on AO3 I do wonder who that person is??

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: There are so many hype people i want to thank in my writing journey - your amazing comments & reblogs really made me feel like a writer! (which was a little shocking - so please know they went a long way 💕) @gallawitchxx @energievie @creepkinginc @jrooc @michellemisfit @palepinkgoat @gillyp @suzy-queued @ian-galagher @sweetbee78 @francesrose3 - and special shout out to @mybrainismelted for being an amazing sounding board and co-conspirator on Gallavich Summer Camp among other things!

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Hang out on Discord and Tumblr, and fall into one of the very many tabs I have open. Currently it’s You’ll Never See Us Again by @spoonfulstar - and omggggg.

If you're tagged in this post and haven't made one of these yet - this is your official invite!

tagging in @lingy910y @deedala @heymrspatel @atthedugouts @wehangout

@lupeloto @sisitrip @sandrashaine @shippergirl121fic @stocious

@jessij1997 @sickness-health-all-that-shit @thisdivorce @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos

@mickeyheartian @mickeym4ndy @callivich @transsexual-dandelions @nymacron

@rororowyourboat18 @transmurderbug @bawlbrayker @i-think-you-mean-reduction @gallavichsuperfan

@runawaybrainsc @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @thepupperino @celestialmickey

@crossmydna @spacerockwriting @catgrassplantdad @look-i-love-u @silvanshadow

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames or specific AUs your WIPs; not titles, filenames (eg werewolf AU, unnamed mafia omegaverse, or Steve's Rizz vs Eddie's Zero Filter.)

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Final Season 2 AU Story (first story here, second one here)

Sugar!Baby

Nanny

Himbo Witch

Snippet

[Dustin] went to go leap over the counter when Steve grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

“Oh hell no,” Steve snapped. “One I just sorted those tapes and I’m not doing it again, and two you don’t need to hack shit, because I know where he is without all the techno bullshit.”

“Techno is a genre a music,” Max supplied unhelpfully.

“And it’s not bullshit if it helps us find him!” Dustin growled.

“Did you even listen to the rest of Steve said?” Robin asked, knocking his hat off his head. “He knows where Eddie is.”

Dustin blinked at Steve for a moment. “How would you know that?”

Steve rolled his head and tilted his head back. “Because I was on the actual fucking walkie talkies you make us carry around everywhere we go and Eddie radioed the party last night. AND I was the only one who answered!”

Dustin and Max blinked at Steve’s outburst, shocked that he would yell at them. But with Eddie missing and a girl dead, it was forgivable.

“So where is he,” Dustin groused, picking up his hat and slamming it down on his head, “if you’re so smart?”

“Reefer Rick’s boathouse on Lover’s Lake?” Steve suggested with a half shrug.

~

A note about the final story in the Steve gets adopted by Hellfire and becomes a theatre nerd trilogy: it will not be as long as the others, it will focus on a little of season four, and then the aftermath. I don't imagine it will be more than 10k words. I wanted to wrap it up and not leave it dangling, but I'm not loving the universe anymore.

When I wrote the first one "Can Anybody See Me?" there weren't that many season 2 AUs where Hellfire adopted Steve after season 2. Now there are...maybe not hundreds, but at least dozens of them. I also never intended to go further than where I ended the first one, but there was demand for a sequel and I wrote it.

To say it wasn't as well received as the first would be an understatement. It did 1/3 the numbers of the original and I struggled with the desire to want to finish it at all. But after talking to my wonderful discord peeps, I decided to do a short, almost epilogue so that it would be done. And before season 5 comes out.

So that's the goal, get it done and posted before season 5.

It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

What are your thoughts on the relationship Buck has with Pepa and Isabel? (There is pretty much nothing of it in canon but me personally I think at the very least they like him for how much he loves his Diaz boys. )

And how well do you think Buck speaks/understands Spanish?

hi bestie, once again i am so sorry for neglecting your ask— i feel like i posted multiple little ask games (especially my wip one that i have had absolutely no time to work on any of them for the aks i got) and then immediately got bombarded by real life stress (i was working on two theatrical productions, as well as finishing my last semester of college) as well as fandom stress (all of the bts content that hasn’t proven to be exciting to me in any capacity) and then began to get a barrage of hate anons in my inbox that sent me into a nervous spiral so i am only just now getting to sit down and go through my inbox!

anyway, that long winded explanation out of the way, onto your ask!

I actually love the idea of Pepa and Abuela adopting Buck as their sobrino/nieto respectively because of how close he is with eddie and chris. i really wish we could have gotten to see more of abuela this season (i know ryan said at the beginning of s7 that there was a plotline involving abuela but then it got cut when tim decided to scrap 7b) and possibly see her view on buck and eddie’s relationship after buck came out… i hope though that we get to see more of them in s8, however, especially with chris being in texas, i’d love to see abuela take on a more central role in chris’s story this season, perhaps providing context to eddie and shannon’s relationship that eddie leaves out every time he romanticizes it to chris. I think it would also provide some interesting room to play with abuela and chris talking about buck’s role in chris and eddie’s lives, and possibly getting christopher to see what’s in front of all of them, and then having chris come back to tell them that he loves the family they’ve built and doesn’t want to lose it (which could also provide some angst for buddie if this happens after their feelings realization, and they both refrain from starting a relationship because they think chris doesn’t want that) which could provide a sort of gateway for pepa to swoop in and smack them both on the back of their heads. I know that wasn’t quite what you asked, but i think they have a lot of rook to showcase buck’s relationship with abuela and pepa onscreen, and i hope that it’s shown that he is considered one of their one, further cementing his role in eddie and chris’s lives

as far as buck speaking spanish, i’m sure he has to know some peruvian spanish from working in peru before moving to LA, but there are differences between peruvian spanishand mexican spanish as well as the familial slang that would come with the diazes, so i think buck would pick up bits and pieces of things said by the diazes, and could maybe carry a conversation, but i wouldn’t say he is fluent. i do think eddie/chris/abuela/pepa all pick on him for getting mixed up, or for his accent, even though for a pennsylvania native living in LA, his spanish isn’t terrible.

thank you for the ask! i’m sorry again that it took me so long to get around to it, and sorry that my answer for the first point is probably not quite what you were looking for, but i had a lot of fun thinking about how they could play with buck’s relationship w both abuela and pepa next season (though, i won’t hold my breath for that)

[suzukiblu]

WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

call me cute and feed me sugar

when I see myself, I always know where you are

I'm all yours but you're all mine

a fake cryptid and a real romantic

when you don't believe, that's why you fail

Well, I did "think pink" last week, so it's only appropriate to do all the other DC WIPs I've got going on AO3 this week, right? There's five of them right now, it's just natural! Can't be helped! Totally has to be done!

And just to remind you all, I’m totally cool with people requesting multiple WIPs, but I’d prefer if you sent them in multiple asks! Just a little easier for me that way.

snippet from “call me cute and feed me sugar”:

Tim is pretty sure the date went well, since Kon seemed to enjoy playing with the sensory exhibits, cleaned his plate at the restaurant and finished Tim’s own entrée before going back for dessert, and spent half of the planetarium show star-dazzled and the other half of it making out with him in the back row, and then gave him a goodbye kiss he still hasn’t emotionally recovered from. Like, that seems like a successful date? Or reasonably successful, anyway. 

Planning ahead with a side of psychological analysis has once again paid off, Tim is pleased to note. Definitely worth making the fake IDs. 

Tim snuck way too many pictures, probably, but it’s whatever. Kon didn’t seem to mind, the times he’d caught him. Now he’s gone and set a standard, though, so he’s not sure what he should do for their next date. He’s got to plan it, obviously; he can’t expect Kon to. 

Tim is in his room and already three layers deep into the corkboard he’s planning date options and gift ideas and “is Kon getting enough calories?” math on when Kon texts him, and he stops in the middle of listing the pros and cons of a smart watch as a second-date present to read it. 

He may or may not have given Kon his own text alert and ringtone, but that’s his own damn business.

[steddie-island]

✍🏻 WIP Weekend/ Last sentence tag game ✍🏻

that I will probably carry over into Monday since I'm starting this on Sunday lol

I was tagged by @pearynice @klausinamarink @augustjustice and @jamiethegardener55

RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) file names of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

File names! 1. Single dad Steve 2. Babygirlify him (may be a part 2 to Mutually Beneficial 👀) 3. Fresh out the slammer

I am specifically leaving 'A leg to stand on' off of the above list (I've shared a lot of it and I swear it is almost finished! Work shit has bogged me down so progress has slowed again but hopefully we'll get there and get it posted this week! 🤞)

I am going to share one more snippet from it. Everything has been pretty smutty so far, so have just a little bit of angst to balance it out.

“I’m not gonna try to talk you out of this, but… if you need anything…” He pressed the paper into Steve’s hand and was grateful when Steve didn’t drop it. So he went a step further and risked dropping a kiss to Steve’s knuckles. “Take care of yourself, sunshine.”

No pressure tagging @puppy-steve @runninriot @mugloversonly and of course anyone else who wants to join in.

[bisexualdawnsummers]

fsdkjdafldsf. INCOHERENT SHRIEKING. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

thank u so so much for writing that & esp for setting it w/ them as teens- that's my absolute fave era of themmmmm!!!!!! i'm literally in the process of attempting to write fic of them in college era, (which has some thematic similarities to this sooooo that made it even more awesome to read haha & the added bonus of giving me inspo to continue writing!!)

ANNYWAY u need to know that i had to put my head in my hands twice & throw myself out of my chair onto the floor once while reading this due to Freaking Out!!!!!!! head in hands count:

-once at “Let’s fucking leave.”  bc i literally Forgot that that was the prompt I had submitted because I was already so invested in reading & i also physically gasped when he said that!!!!!

-and again at "He reached up to again wipe the tears from Michael’s cheek, seemingly oblivious to the ones leaking from his own eyes. “Christ, you’re pathetic,”

& then i fell out of my chair @ "Michael read between the lines and understood what he was really saying–he was fluent in Brian Kinney after all: I’m not going anywhere. Not without you. " & almost started cryinggggg bc GODDDD

other lines that generally killed me:

-This was one of those deep, soul-crushing kisses that Brian seemed to dole out on special occasions. 

-Uncle Vic’s shadowed eyes, the pain lurking under his smile like he felt guilty sometimes for still being alive.

tldr that was so freaking good & i love their bestfriendship-bordering-codependency-bordering-truelove which is so strong here <3333

i would beseech you to put it on ao3 (whenever it returns to us :( ) so that i can bookmark it for easily accessible rereading in the future! (totally ur call tho, no pressure!)

omg!!! I am the one freaking out now because this is such wonderful feedback <3

One of the things that is so compelling to me about Brian and Michael is allll the history between them. There is so much to explore and never get bored. The teen era is very special because that's where this incredible connection was first formed, and it's so interesting to me!

One of my fave fics So Come and Dance With Me alternates timelines beteween pre and post series and has a lot of great teen years stuff in it. If you haven't checked it out yet, I can't rec it enough. It's like everything I could ever ask for in a Brikey fic (expect the last chap was never posted, so it's technically a wip, but ends in a good place imo)

And !!!!! at your college era brikey fic!!! I'm so glad that this fic was able to inspire to continue it. I am very excited for that. I hope the writing goes well. Please please please let me know when/if you finish/post it!

I want to thank you again for the prompt. It was so fun writing for them again. It also reminds me that I have a few wips that I should dust off and try to finish at some point.

It looks like ao3 is back up, so I will def post this there. I just need to come up with a title first - if you have any suggestions lmk :)

Thank you again again for the kind words on this fic - it means so so much. I am so happy that you liked it, you have no idea!

[lavendelhummel]

20 Questions about writing 2.0

One year ago @lilolilyr tagged me in this ask game and I answered it. I thought it might be fun to take the questions again and see what has changed and what hasn’t (probably most of it), since this past year I have actually interacted with fandom and not just been shy in my corner. Here is what I said last year (it was a year and a week ago, okay, but this last week was interesting because I had something huge that kept me from writing the past few months happen the week before and I am now trying to recover and wrap my head about the fact that my life changed quite drastically), let’s see what I’m saying now:

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

16 ;) quite a few more than last years 7, but most of the new ones are one-shots, only one finished multichapter and one multichaptered WIP (Jump).

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

209,412 words. Last year it was 125k and seeing as there are quite a few WIPs waiting in my folders for a while I thought I’d actually end up writing 100k words of fic this year, but seeing as I moved 4 times during that time and kind of finished a degree (hi I am a doctor now, someone remind me to delete this, I don’t want to doxx myself but need to repeat it so I can actually believe it), I think it’s kind of okay to only have written what I have and I am a it vexed that I did let this self-set number stress me in addition to the pretty big stress I had anyway. I think I wrote some nice things and certainly developed as a writer! (As well as as a… ah best not say it twice in one paragraph)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Last year I said Moiraine and Siuan from The Wheel of time here, which I wrote less for this past year but I’d still count, I have 1 1/2 wips for them and updated one of my fics in that fandom last spring. I also have one fic in the WoT verse with different characters (exciting)! I also said that I once wrote for I Care A Lot, and well, it’s still true that that was my entry to posting fic, but also I’m not going back (nope, not happening). This past year I wrote mostly Bering and Wells from Warehouse 13! That was great fun! I am also playing with a few ideas for Star Trek: deep space 9 at the moment, but haven’t yet written anything. 

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

 The first three are the same as last year (the I care a lot - one shot collection, Siuaraine medical school AU, other AU for them). The other two are the the first door for last years B&W advent calendar (coolest project ever, see below), and my coolest fic: mermaid B&W AU (only Helena is a mermaid. She arrives in Myka’s apartment above her bookstore via her old-new washing machine from Pete’s laundromat. Bathtubes are not very comfortable to live in.)

I should add that neither of these two has many kudos, none of my fics apart from hat ical one has, which shows that it’s extremely fandom dependent because that one is by far worse than my newer ones - just in a fandom with very little fic. 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES! Why?! Because I like talking to people! And getting a comment is the best so I want to tell people that they are the best! Also I like talking and talking and try to make me shut up, it’s harder than you think! (Last year I had a screenshot for the weirdest comment I ever got here, from a guest who named themself „weird ass“ and said nothing but „tea snob“, I still don’t know if they meant me or Moiraine, so I asked them. So yeah I reply. Even to the weird asses)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Most of what I write has a happy ending, yeah I am boring like that. But for Laundry Day, afore mentioned Mermaid AU, I left two possible endings, one in which Helena learns to live with what she’s lost, but it is clear that there is grief, that she is still a fish out of water and that while they make it work, it is not easy going. And then, because I wanted to wrap the mystery fantasy part up and needed the satisfaction of bundling up all loose threads I added an epilogue, a sugary, ‚happiest ending of them all’ epilogue… so yeah. Other than that I only have the one I mentioned last year about Helena dealing with her grief by reading Jacques Prévert’s poetry, which also ends on a soothing note but, I mean it’s Helena, and it’s Prévert. Let’s be honest, we all know why I absolutely adore Prévert, oh god, make me shut up now before I start (do you want to know which cool rare books of his I found?)

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

Well. Happ*iest*. I did just mention that the epilogue of Laundry Day is the happiest ending of them all, right? I also think Pretty Picture has a pretty fluffy cozy ending (winter, go read it now ;)) ending. Flower crowns is just pure fluff, so that doesn’t count as *ending*, it’s just happy in its entirety. 

The medical school AU: would have been nice to get them all the way through it so they could celebrate at the end right? Though I had plans to make it go on after the ending of uni so Lan could come in and after a time jump the ef5 as well, so not the actual ending but a *moment*. Anyway that didn’t work out, and the ending they have is very nice and rather happy as well. Think about it, that is a much happier ending than I am feeling having actually finished medical school now (but let’s not talk about my inability to celebrate myself, nor my exhaustion). 

8. Do you get hate on fic?

I did already mention "weird ass", right? Yeah also mentioned last year how the very first comment I got was pretty discouraging. But I wouldn’t call it hate, no. I mostly get very, very, little reaction to my fics anyway, so missing the positive kind but not the negative kind. 

9. Do you write smut?

No. Not because I don’t like reading it, but because I am incapable of it. Sad, but it is what it is. I did get closer than ever, in Fly Me To The Moon! Everyone gasping, yes scandalous look how close I am alluding to it!!! But yeah, still nothing happening, if anyone ever wants to pick up where I left off, feel free, that’d be fun! (I also have a few other fade to black scenes, but this is *different*… kinkier? in a not on page happing way?) 

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, also don’t read them. It’s simply something that doesn’t interest me. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. Or at least, not as far as I know. 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. My fics are not very well known, so someone wanting to base a work on it/translate would be surprising. 

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

Yes! One with @lilolilyr , which was super cool, but mostly we did the advent calendar last year!!!! That was super duper duper duper fun! Seriously guys, I enjoyed it so much and wish it had worked out again (I did have a cool idea for it, as I laid out on discord, but in the end it was simply not possible for me to do anything writing/fandom related (or basically anything but survive) in November and even now in December I do not know yet if I’ll be able to. Depends on how well this resting thing I’m trying out works, because at the moment my brain is still fried. Even writing this is giving me a headache right *sad emoji*)

But yes, writing that together was amazing.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I’ll just name the same ones, Moiraine/Siuan, Myka/Helena and recently I’ve come to like Kiradax, but that’s obviously not all-time material yet, since, well 'recently'. 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Hmm, I do hope (and think!) I’ll finish all those that I once worked on seriously. Wait, the Helena reads Astrid Lindgren one, I’m not sure… There is also one super short Siuaine one, but that was never serious. 

Hm, maybe I also won’t make the Nyneave&Semirhage one??! I do hope so, but it is a bit out of my league… HMMM

Mostly there are some fun ideas that I thought I’d write, a lot actually, but what I seriously wanted to do was Siuraine Mermaid AU, and B&W MRI AU, and I don’t think they’ll happen, alongside a few others. But that’s life! 

Last year I mentioned the Uni-AU here, and I do consider that one finished now, not as I envisioned originally but it has an ending that makes sense and is an ending and I probably won’t write more (never say never). 

16. What are your writing strengths?

Urghh that question. Someone important (professionally, not personally to me) said „Why not simply believe in yourself?“ To me the other day. Well I couldn’t very well tell him about my incessant selfdoubt across a conference table with 3 other very important, and three somewhat less important people, watching, could I? So I will try this again and also try to say something else here than last year. 

…

@rinari7 said my dialogue feels alive! I think I am also able to get into the heads of people and write thought-strands pretty realistically. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think those thought-strands sometimes can get too much, and I loose myself in them. In general my sentences are way too long, for that I blame Cicero, who was a very forming influence to twelve year old wannabe-writer me. 

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

 Haha. Yeah. Yeah. It’s good. We are talking other language than English right? I love making my characters speak French. I also love adding German puns. It’s what’s happening in my head! I’ve been thinking disturbingly much in English last year, but at the core that’s it, my brain is wired in Frallemand (Freutsch just doesn’t work, we all agree, right?) and I cut most of it out because I want other people to be able to read it but, speaking multiple languages is very normal for me. I have friends with whom I speak certain languages and others others, and who have yet others with each other. I am rather limited with only my three fluent ones, but only one? Yeah, no, that’s very unnatural to me. So I won’t overuse it in fic for the sake of readability but I do appreciate it when it comes my way.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

As I said I care a lot. You will notice that it was my first right away and… don’t maybe. I have nicer newer ones. 

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ouhhhhh. Pretty picture? One of my most recent ones, so maybe I’m biased. 

Laundry day!!! Yes, that was incredible fun! 

I also want to mention the Prévert fic (The earth that spins and spins and spins) again because I still like it and not a lot of people did. 

And I also have a Siuaraine Mermaid fic and it’s fun and weird and thus my fav for that fandom (not even AU, somehow?!)  

I am just gonna go ahead and tag people even though I took this ask game out of its original setting: @lilolilyr if you want to reflect on the past year as well, @trollocks-in-my-bollocks @lakeofsilverpike @purlturtle @cozcat @onaperduamedee @anandabrat @thatordinaryoddity maybe you have fun with this, if not there obviously is no pressure to do it!

[sitkowski]

WIP WEEKEND: KINKTOBER EDITION

creating a secondary post for traction!

COUNTDOWN TO KINKTOBER!

@ladyveronikawrites and I need a push to write for kinktober and we want to encourage those participating in Kinktober to do the same!

I will be sharing sneak peeks from both my Motionless in White Fics as well as Bad Omens- any and all kinktober related fics are welcome to participate!

MIW Kinktober 2024 Bad Omens Kinktober 2024

HOW IT WORKS (rules modified):

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; with pairings and kinks included. (You can post more if you are doing both BO and MIW kinktober - keep it to at most 5 files for each band you are participating in, no more than TEN(10) total.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people (any and all readers and writers!) can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least three NEW sentences as a reply to the ask.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

Friday 9 AM EST to Monday 11:59EST

Have a question? my DMs are open, feel free to ask!

Please use appropriate warnings, tags, and ‘read more’ cuts in replies to asks

my current WIPS for kinktober 2024:

MIW KINKTOBER- • does this make vinny little red riding hood? (vinny x ryan, monsterfucking) • justin morrow is a menace to everyone around him (justin x noah, mutual masturbation) • giving a whole new meaning to 'step on me' (girl!ricky x chris, boots) • this one is just gonna be depressing, my bad (girl!chris x brandan, home movies) • justin gets invited to a threesome, the end (ricky x justin x ryan, multiple penetration)

KINKTOBER IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE-

• noah's a little tied up at the moment (noah x oc, shibari/rope) • stick him with the pointy end (jolly x ryan, knife play) • this is the skin of a killer, noah…or something (jolly x noah, haunted house) • girls just wanna have fun (girl!nicky x girl!folio, sensory deprivation) MOODBOARD ONLY - this one is finished! • you're a mean one, mr. ruffilo (nicholas x oc, orgasm denial)

a snippet from "does that make vinny little red riding hood?"

Leaning in, he presses a bloody kiss to Vinny’s mouth, before turning away to eat the second steak, slower than before. Vinny watches avidly, not making a move to wipe at his face. The blood soaked paper bag gets crumpled up and tossed in the trash, and that’s when his breathing finally seems to return to normal.

“Are you going to run now?” Ryan asks him, practically licking his chops. “You know I’m gonna chase you if you do. I don’t think we’ve reached that stage of our relationship where you’ll like what’ll happen when I catch you.”

Vinny considers it, he really does. But he shakes his head finally, moving away from the door slowly. Ryan’s eyes track him like prey, and all Vinny can do is hope that the steaks were enough to hold him over. If he asks it of him, he knows where the keys to the basement are to lock him up. But it’s never come to that before.

There’s a first time for everything though.

[thornwolfy235]

WIP 6 - First Intimacy

I'm going to post a bunch of WIPs in a row now. maybe with a little feedback I'll get the gumption to finish one of them.

A bit of info on them first. I wrote all of these in an effort to deal with an exceptionally bad break-up (might as well call it a divorce, we lived together for 6 years). A lot of these are "how it should've gone" type stuff. I was never able to decide if they should be a full chapter by chapter "novel" or just a bunch of oneshots within the same universe and make a collection of them in order or whatever. Maybe I'll drop them to Ao3 as well. They are all xfem!Readers with my blorbos Grillby and Gaster (though most have no anatomy mentioned, so you can safely read no matter what gender you are). I'd appreciate a glance through if nothing else.

As the title suggests, this is Grillby and Reader's first intimate encounter. For as long as this WIP is, it doesn't actually get too terribly far into anything, but I still have to say MINORS DON'T READ. This is mostly fluff and consent and experimenting. Quick reminder that Reader is female, though again it doesn't get too very far, not even below the belt. Because I take too, too long with descriptions and dialogue.

Oh, also, Reader and Grillby have become SoulBonded, which in my universe is like a deeply committed relationship. Kind of an engagement type deal?

CW: 18+

((needs stuff))

He leaned down to kiss you, first softly, then with more force. His tongue ran along your lips, seeking entrance. You pulled away with a whimper, not anticipating the sudden passion from him. Though his flames seemed normal enough, his eyes were nearly white. “Sweet spark, please…please let me see you. I want to touch you…feel you…claim you…” he almost growled.

You pulled back further, a mix of fear and want fighting in you. “I don’t…I’m not ready to…Grillby…”

He took a breath and shook his head, a little of his intensity falling away. “No, dearest spark. I’m not seeking to make you my Mate. Not yet. I just want…need to be near you. I’ve learned your mind and your SOUL, and now I need to learn your body. I need to show you that your trust isn’t misplaced. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t agree to. Just let…let me be with you.”

You swallowed nervously. The proposition was…very attractive, but… “I’m scared. It feels like everything is going so fast now.”

He dropped his head with a hollow chuckle. “I know, I know. It’s a lot right now. Our SOULs are likely trying to figure out the Bond dynamic as well, which is only adding to the confusion. I’m sorry.” He looked at you, eyes closer to their normal golden-yellow, if still a little pale. “I won’t do anything you aren’t okay with, I promise. My SOUL is just begging to be as close to you as possible. I want to learn you and show you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, you liked that idea a lot. You wanted that closeness, to try out deeper intimacy with him. Your nerves just needed to be eased a little more. “W-will you stop if I ask you to?”

“Yes, and I won’t hold it against you, either,” he assured you, voice as tender as you’d ever heard it. “I would never hold it against you.”

“Then y-yes, I want to try,” you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. He put his hand over yours and kissed your palm. “Just…be gentle?”

“Always, my sweet spark.” He let you go, hands going to undo the buttons of his shirt as he leaned in to kiss your lips. “I am sorry for my forcefulness earlier. I know you don’t like open-mouthed kisses. I…lost myself for a moment. It wasn’t lust or aggression, just the need to be near you.”

“I-I…I think I understand. And you know I don’t mind trying them…I just still don’t know what to do with them…but if you want to try again…” you trailed off, watching his fingers work.

He paused, mulling the thought over, before resuming undoing the buttons. “Perhaps if the feeling is right,” he conceded. You watched as little by little his chest was revealed. As he finished with the last of them, you tentatively lifted a hand to reach for him but froze before actually touching him. He waited to see if you would touch him yourself, but as it became clear your were too nervous to try, he gently took your hand in his. He kissed your fingers softly before guiding it to where a sternum would be on a human and held it there for a moment. “Is this alright?”

“I’m scared I’ll mess this up somehow…” you admitted in a whisper, looking up into his eyes.

He affectionately bumped his forehead against yours. “You won’t. I don’t think you could.” He released your hand as your other one joined it, gently running over his chest and stomach. You weren’t able to look away from his face, strangely too nervous to see what you touched yet willing to meet his eyes. There was a solid, defined form beneath his fiery skin, though the shape seemed rougher than that his hands and face. They lacked human bone and muscle structures you were used to. No abs, no defined ribcage, things that made sense as you thought about them. He was magical fire; what need would he have for those? As you ran your fingers up along his sides, you grazed something cool, hard, and jagged. Alarmed, you recoiled with a gasp. “It’s alright, dear spark. It’s just a scar,” he murmured. He calmly shrugged his shirt off the rest of the way, revealing his shoulders, arms, and chest fully. What you had touched was a patch of black stone the size of your palm, its edges and cracks glowing red. There were a handful of smaller blotches littered across him, almost too small to notice unless you looked for them. “My form is fairly resilient, but some injuries do not…reignite even after healing. The large one was from a human mage with water magic,” he explained.

“I-I’m sorry,” you squeaked, set on edge by the old wounds and his suddenly bare top. He was much more intimidating this way, and it took you a moment before you realized why. The flames across his neck, shoulders, and upper arms flared high much like those on his head, like a lion’s mane unrestricted by gravity, making him appear much larger than you were used to. He looked imposing…threatening.

“Please don’t be afraid,” he said, startling you despite the softness of his voice. “I can feel it from your SOUL…I didn’t mean to frighten you…” Now ashamed, you held your hands to your chest as though it would stop your SOUL from projecting your emotions to him. “No, don’t…It’s okay. It’s important to me to understand how you feel. I don’t want you to hide that from me,” he said, putting his hands over yours and pushing them down.

You let out a stress-filled giggle. “W-wow, I really need to get a-a handle on this Bond thing, don’t I?”

“Stop, please. Just relax.”

“Grillby, you know telling me that is like telling a tree to take a walk!” you whined.

“Relax,” he repeated, now holding both of your hands. “Everything is big and new and you feel like you don’t know what to do with it, but I’m here. I’m here with you, and I’m going be to here for all of it. Take a breath, and relax. Tell me why you became scared.”

You swallowed and tried to do as he said. Your fingers tightened on his, which he returned, the pressure helping to steady you. “Y-your flames are…bigger. A-and that made you seem bigger, and then the scars, and what your SOUL showed me, and…I-I think it just occurred to me for the first time who you are…”

“Your friendly barkeep? Your boyfriend? Your SOULbonded? Because that’s who I am. The past may have shaped me, but I get to choose what I do with it. I chose to never don my armor or pick up a weapon again years ago. Now, I choose to be yours.”

You blinked back tears at the sudden rush of love you felt for him and from him as he let it flow through the Bond for a moment. “I choose to be yours, too,” you whispered.

He smiled sweetly at you. “I know,” he said, giving you a long, gentle kiss. He guided your arms around his shoulders, patiently accepting your trepidation as your bare skin passed into his flames, but like when you played with the ones on his head, they were borderline hot but didn’t harm you. “I would never, could never hurt you, my love,” he assured you.

“I-I know. You’d think I’d have caught on to that by now.”

He chuckled. “I’m patient. You have plenty of time to learn.”

You laughed with him. “Why…why are your flames bigger?” you asked.

“That’s what happens when fire is exposed to oxygen, dearest,” he teased with a smirk.

You blinked. “Oh. I should’ve thought of that.”

He laughed loud and long, hugging you hard. “I’m never going to be bored with you around, am I?” He caught your lips in a kiss before you could answer, then a second, more forceful one. You felt his tongue touch your lips and this time let him in. He explored for a moment, tongue touching the roof of your mouth, running along your teeth, before it found yours. You broke the kiss with a little gasp, still unsure about it. “It’s alright,” he murmured before you could apologize, lips finding yours again. He kissed from there to your cheek and down to your neck where he touched his teeth to your skin in the lightest bite possible. You whimpered softly, going boneless at the feeling, which earned a low chuckle from him. “Never bored at all,” he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of your neck with a happy sigh. His flames tickled your cheek, making you giggle. “May I see you, too?” he asked.

You felt yourself lock up for a moment before forcing yourself to relax. You were safe here. In fact, there probably wasn’t a safer place you could be. “Yes,” you whispered.

He eased you back, hands sliding under your shirt to rest on your waist. “May I undress you, or would you rather do that yourself?”

You blushed. “I-I’d rather do it, if that’s okay…” He nodded, thumbs rubbing comforting little circles into your skin as he waited for you to work up the courage to do so. Deciding to get the awkwardness over with as quickly as possible, you pulled your shirt and bra off at the same time. You sat there, fighting the urge to cover your breasts with your arms.

His fingers moved up your sides, pausing at the feel of your ribs before slowly going over them as though counting. There was a little trickle of emotions from his side of the Bond, as though there was so much there that they were escaping whatever dam he’d put up. Aside from the ever-present affection, there was curiosity, the desire to see-touch-learn-know you. “I thought human bones were rigid, but I can feel them shift as you breath,” he murmured.

“Our bones have a little bend to them, otherwise they’d facture at the slightest pressure, but the ribcage also isn’t a solid structure, not mostly anyways. There’s a lot of stretchy, flexible cartilage connecting the ribs to the sternum, and they aren’t fused with our vertebrae either. They’re attached by tiny ligaments, and now I’m nervous-rambling.”

He smiled. “That’s perfectly fine, spark. I want to understand you, how you work and feel, what you like and don’t.”

You searched his face as you processed that. “This…this really isn’t about sex o-or even claiming me, is it? I’m just as much of a novelty to you as you are to me.”

“It has very little to do with sex, and while I do want to ensure you know that you are mine, learning your body is my primary goal,” he said patiently before tilting his head. “Why does this surprise you?”

You swallowed, suddenly embarrassed. “W-well…f-for humans, this sort of intimacy would usually be considered heavy petting or foreplay. It is for learning a little, but pleasure-seeking and potentially escalating into sex is generally the driving force.”

“Ah…” He frowned. “That’s…truly a shame. To not take the chance to use first intimacy to focus on learning and teaching feels like a waste.”

“So this…what we’re doing right now…It’s common for Monsters?”

“Very much so for those romantically coupled, especially after first Bonding. Even among similar forms, there is this sort of…learning period. Unlike humans who have a fairly universal shape, our physical forms are all so varied that it’s important to understand how the other works before attempting any sort of sexual intimacy. Not to mention it builds up trust and love and security,” he explained.

You mulled that over for a moment before going rigid. “Wait…I’ve been nervous this entire relationship about asking to touch you or how your body works, thinking I might be offending you, when it was totally normal and actually expected of me?”

His eyes widened. “You were uneasy all those times because thought you were offending me? I thought you were worried that you might get burned by me! I-I thought you were afraid of me!”

You put your head in your hands. “I’m so dumb,” you moaned, feeling your cheeks heat up.

He bumped his head against yours. “No dumber than me,” he said, sounding relieved. “I’ve been reassuring you all along that I wouldn’t hurt you when that wasn’t the problem at all.”

“No, no; reassuring is nice. I like being reassured. At the very least, it gives me the warm fuzzies, and there are definitely times I need those,” you said quickly, getting a little huff of laughter in return. “But… Yeah…I was afraid you’d get mad at me for asking something stupid or obvious to anyone else but me.”

“Oh, spark, I could never be mad at you for asking questions. You weren’t doing it out of malice. You wanted to understand me, which I think is wonderful. I’m just…shocked you were never afraid of me.”

“No. Just that little bit ago, when I first saw you without your shirt. And…I don’t think ‘afraid’ is the right word…More like…” You thought about it before changing your approach. “Humans have been told that we’re stronger than Monsters. Our bodies are made up of ‘stuff,’ so we can take more physical damage and have way more determination, which in turn means we’re harder to stop if one of us does want to hurt one of you. The PR people spun that to encourage humans to think that Monsters literally can’t pose a threat, which is probably for the best as it’s likely been keeping most humans from freaking out too much, extremists notwithstanding. But it also makes it easy to forget that Monsters aren’t totally harmless and helpless. So seeing you, way back then in your memories and just now, big and honestly kind of intimidating, sort of made me realize that I’m...outclassed by you. And it’s not that I think you would hurt me, but whatever instinctive, primal bit of my brain just kind of kicked in for a second to be like ‘Hey, idiot! You’re literally playing with fire here!’ I kind of forgot you were you, and suddenly thought that I could be in danger, o-or that there was the potential for it at least.” You paused, feeling guilty for your earlier reaction. “Does that make…any sense?”

He nodded slowly. “It’s a fair assessment of things,” he said, almost reluctantly. “Do you think that will be something in the back of your mind now? That you’re ‘outclassed’ by me. I don’t want…I worry you’ll feel like you have to tiptoe around me now.”

You shrugged but shook your head. “It might pop up once in a while, but I don’t think it’ll make me treat you any different. Just…when it does show up, I might need you to remind me that it’s still you.”

He smiled, though there was a tinge of sadness to it. “I can manage that. Thank you for being honest with me.” His hands slid back down to your waist. “Do you want to stop for tonight?” You shook your head, confused. “No. Why?”

“If this sort of exploration isn’t comfortable for you, I don’t want to make you continue.”

You glanced away, embarrassed. “It’s not uncomfortable, per se, but I will probably find such…intimate touching arousing, and I don’t know if that would make you uncomfortable.” His gentle smile became that teasing smirk again. “It isn’t unheard of for Monsters to get a little riled up during this. And there are ways of assisting with that without resorting to sex, you know.”

You blushed. “W-well, ye-es…”

His expression softened as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I am happy to take care of you, sweet spark. Whether it’s supporting you, reassuring you, or helping you when you’re wound up because of me, I’m here for you.”

“I know…I just…worry it’s too fast or too soon…or that you don’t want to but are just going along with my dumb body’s urges to make me happy.”

“Your body isn’t dumb; You’re simply designed differently from Monsters. And I’m not ‘just going along’ with it. I can say ‘no’ or decide what’s far enough, just like you can.” He grinned mischievously. “Besides, I am feeling a little…playful as well. And if I’m to be your Mate, eventually I’ll have to learn what makes you feel good, won’t I?”

You were positive you found a way to blush even harder. “Tr-true…You’ve just never made me feel rushed, so I wanted to make sure I wasn’t rushing you. So…just to make sure…this won’t make me your Mate yet, will it?”

He shook his head. “No. There’s a lot more involved to the process than that. As I told you before, even sex wouldn’t do it. To become SOULmates, you must let your partner see and touch your SOUL, and do the same for theirs. It’s the ultimate expression of vulnerability and trust. Not that I don’t trust you or think you don’t trust me, but it’s…big. It’s like if…” he paused to think about his wording. “If we were to liken our Bonding to an engagement, Mating would be marriage…times ten.”

You nodded. “I…think I understand,” you said softly. You reached out and touched his chest, closing your eyes to focus his heat and his solidness.

He stayed still, though you were certain he was looking at your hand curiously. “What are you thinking about?”

“You. How you feel. I noticed…Your body feels less…formed? I-I mean, just compared to me. The shape is there, but I don’t feel the bone or muscle structure I’m used to,” you said. You opened your eyes as you ran your hand up to his shoulder and down his arm. “But that changes just above your elbow. It feels more like my arm. Your hands are even more defined than that. I can practically feel tendons on the back of your hand when you move your fingers,” you finished as you reached his hand. He took it off your side to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“It’s not a conscious decision on my part. I think that my SOUL simply focuses on refining the more important features. A well-formed hand is more useful to me than a chiseled torso, for example. Does it bother you?”

“No, no. It’s just…an observation. Besides, I’ve never really been into muscle-y people,” you joked, trying to ease some of your own awkwardness. “Why a humanoid form, anyway?“

“I think it’s a pretty good one myself, don’t you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You snorted. “Well, yes, of course, and it’s very handsome, too. But your magic could have chosen any number of things…given you wings or extra arms…”

“Wings could have been nice,” he mused. “I don’t know why this is my form. I never really questioned it. I guess my magic just decided this one would be the most useful.” He untangled your fingers to instead cradle your hand in his. Maybe it was some lingering unease from earlier, or perhaps it was that you suddenly felt incredibly inexperienced, but you felt so small and vulnerable right now. And yet his patience and gentleness also made you feel so safe, and that led to wanting more…to see whatever this intimate exploration might become. “Dearest?” You looked up from your hands and into his eyes. “May I touch you?” You felt his other hand slide up your side to stop alongside your breasts.

You bit your lip. “I-If we continue, I-I am going to become…needy,” you admitted.

“‘Needy’ as in ‘aroused,’” he clarified. You glanced down but nodded, embarrassed by your body’s reaction to this, to him. He kissed your forehead. “As I said, I’m feeling a little the same, so as long as you were okay with things only being done by hand…”

“Y-yeah. I’m a-also not ready for actual sex yet, b-but…I want…w-want the…” Words failed you.

His hand slid along the underside of one breast and gently cupped it, making your breath hitch. “The intimacy? The closeness that comes with being seen and touched and loved?” he asked. You nodded. “Then let me give that to you. Teach me. Show me what it is you like.”

You sighed, taking his hand from your chest. You needed to focus, and his touch was making that hard to do. “I-I don’t really know if I can just…tell you what to do. It’s just…I-I didn’t think we’d be having this conversation until way later, a-and you probably could guess this on your own, but…” You lifted his hand to your cheek to nuzzle it. “Safety is a big thing for me. I-in intimate circumstances like this, I’d go as far as to say it’s my kink. If I feel safe, I’ll let you do just about anything to me and I’ll probably love it. I feel safe right now, even if I’m also feeling embarrassed and nervous and shy…I’m safe with you, so I want you to do…whatever it is that you want to do. I know it probably sounds wishy-washy when I say that, like I’m just going along with things, but it’s true. I feel safe, so I want to let you do what you want and see what happens.”

His hand, which had been lax in your grasp, moved to under your chin, gently tilting your head up to look into his face. “I believe I understand. Would you still stop me if I did something you didn’t like?”

“Yes. I know we’re learning each other, and I trust that if I told you to stop or try something different, you would. And honestly, knowing that you would still respect me, even when I let you have permission to try anything…I think that just reinforces the feeling of safety.”

He smiled. “Good. I was a little worried you’d just accept anything I did, even if you didn’t like it. I don’t want to do that to you. Is there anything you absolutely don’t want me to do?”

“I-I don’t think you’d do any of what I don’t like,” you said, fighting the urge to look away.

“Tell me anyway. It’s best I know your limits.”

You took a breath, forcing your shoulders to relax. You hadn’t realized you tensed up again. “I don’t want to be humiliated or degraded. I don’t like derogatory terms, the kinds of things that could be used as an insult. ‘Spark’ or ‘girl’ or other pet-names are fine, just nothing…crass. A-and I don’t ever want to be hit hard, especially my face. It’s too close to…s-something someone would do in anger for me to find it fun.”

His hands had moved to your arms as you talked to rub them comfortingly. “You’re right; I wouldn’t do any of those things. I never want to hurt you, emotionally or physically.”

Your eyes flicked away from his, unsure if you could watch his reaction to what you were about to admit. “Like I said, playful names are okay, a-and not all pain is bad…I-I mean, I like when you nip and bite me, a-and…in the right circumstances…I-I do like being…spanked…”

He paused for a moment, considering that. “Those things aren’t really intended to hurt you. At least, it isn’t my intent to hurt you when I bite you. It’s play. It’s more intense than nuzzling and kissing, but it’s still play. A little sting to make gentle touches all the gentler. And I can see how spanking would be a form of intense play where hitting your face would not be.” He squeezed your hands reassuringly. “But I don’t want to do that tonight, if that’s alright.”

A nervous giggle left you. “No, that’s fine. I-I’m definitely not in the right headspace for spanking.”

He hugged you, lips finding yours. The kiss was hard, passionate, his teeth catching your lower lip and tugging it as you parted. You whimpered softly, feeling the tension that had built up again leave you. “Lay back and get comfortable. I want to explore you properly,” he breathed, his usual tenor pitching down slightly with a soft growl. Oh, if that didn’t do it for you. He watched with a smirk as you hurried to obey, scooting to the center of the bed and laying back against the pillows. “Ah, so you like being told what to do. Would you like it if I took control?” he teased, hands running up your legs.

“Yes,” you whispered, eyes fixed on his. Your legs automatically parted so he could kneel between them.

“Would you like it if I used a little force?” he continued in that seductive tone, leaning over you, one hand pressing down on the center of your chest. He had you pinned beneath him, though the pressure he put on your body was minimal, just enough to convey that he was indeed in control without coming across as hostile, and certainly not enough to hurt you.

“Yes,” you breathed again, letting yourself relax. His flames flared out behind him, still making him seem huge, but now the sight calmed you. ‘In control’ could have multiple implications, and he was in control of himself, so it was safe – and admittedly hot – for him to be in control of the situation as well.

“Would you submit to me if I wanted to dominate you?” he growled, leaning further down over you, baring his teeth in a wicked grin.

You tilted your head back to expose your throat, inviting him to use those teeth on you. “Yes,” you answered, never taking your eyes from his.

He pressed a burning but tender kiss to your neck. “Why is that, sweet girl?” he purred against your skin. While his voice was still that deliciously-dangerous rumble, the question was genuine.

“You promised to take care of me. You’re bigger and stronger than me, and you could force me to do things I didn’t want, but you promised not to, and I trust you not to break it,” you answered honestly.

His dominant façade broke, everything about him softening in an instant. “Yes, sweet spark. I’ll always take care of you,” he murmured. He lowered himself carefully onto you, body pressing you down fully. The feeling of his bare chest against yours was fascinating, hot and heavy and solid without being crushing, the little flames between your bodies creating a light, tickling sensation against your skin. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck and you found yourself doing the same, arms wrapping around him. “I love you so much. You mean the world to me.” His breath was delightfully hot as it feathered over the sensitive junction where your neck met your shoulder. He mouthed it softly, teeth touching your skin before leaving it. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “I think I’m still feeling a bit possessive.” He kissed further down your shoulder. “This is where he touched you. I want…I want to mark you, bite you, so I can erase his memory from here and replace it with me...so when you see it and feel it,you will know you are mine.”

You shivered at the roughness in his voice. “You can. I want to be yours,” you murmured, running a hand up his neck and to his head, his flames curling around your fingers as though trying to hold onto them as they passed through.

“You are, little spark, but I don’t want to hurt you. Even if it’s a good hurt like we talked about…”

“Grillby, I want you to. Please. Mark me,” you whispered.

You stilled as his mouth closed over your shoulder, bracing for a bite that never came. Instead, you felt his fiery tongue lave over your skin, literally warming you up, before digging his teeth slightly into you and sucking hard on the caught flesh. You mewled, arching beneath him even as his body kept you trapped. His mouth released you with a kiss so soft you almost couldn’t feel it over the ache of the bruise that was definitely forming. He nuzzled back against your neck with another gentle kiss, lightly rubbing where he had marked you. “I’m afraid that’s the best you’re going to get from me for now, dear spark,” he rasped.

“I-I’m not disappointed,” you breathed, a little dazed.

He laughed as he sat up to run his hands down your sides and up across your stomach to your breasts. A little shiver went through you as he palmed them, squeezing lightly. “So soft…you are so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your chest. His fingers trailed to your nipples, making you squirm with a whine. “Sensitive?” he asked with a smirk that told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You didn’t care that he was teasing you, just as long as he kept touching you. You just nodded, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent. He circled one nipple lazily with a finger, watching it pebble before closing his fingers over it in a soft pinch, rolling it slowly before releasing it with a little tug. The moan that came out of your mouth caught you both by surprise, and you quickly rolled onto your side (or at least as far as you could with him still kneeling between your legs) to hide your face. “I’m sorry. Was that too much?” All teasing was gone from his voice as he put a hand on your back.

“N-no…er, yes? I-I can’t tell,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I-I don’t…I didn’t think…I-I wasn’t expecting to have that strong of a reaction,” you stammered after a moment.

He huffed softly. “Neither was I. I knew you were going to be responsive, but I didn’t realize it would be so much.” The hand moved to your cheek, coaxing you to look at him. “That’s not a complaint, just so you know, but with how you twisted away, I thought I did something wrong or hurt you.”

“No, i-it felt really good…I guess it’s just been a while since someone’s, well…yeah.”

He smiled, understanding. “Yeah…Are you still okay with this?” You nodded with a soft ‘yes.’ “Is there anything I should do differently?”

“N-no, I think you’re fine. I just need to…not react as much.”

“Oh, please don’t do that,” he said quickly, surprising you. “Not to sound creepy, but the sounds you make are beautiful. To know that you feel so good because of me is…it’s intoxicating. So please, don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear you.”

You searched his face for a moment before nuzzling his palm affectionately. “Okay.”

He smiled, rubbing a thumb across your cheek lovingly. “Will you lay back again for me?” You rolled onto your back again, laying flat under him, arms at your sides. He chuckled at that. “ Relax. You look a little stiff like that, spark,” he said, gently taking your hands. The tiniest gasp escaped you as he lifted them over your head and held them against the pillows. “Now, aren’t you pretty like that…” he purred, grinning down at you.

“Grillby…” you breathed, eyes locked on his.

His smirk softened. “Is this too much?” he asked, his fingers twining with yours.

“Maybe, but…I think I’m okay with it,” you said softly.

He chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek. “I don’t want you to feel trapped or forced. I want you to know you’re safe and loved,” he murmured into your ear, kissing your cheek.

((needs stuff))

You lifted your hips and tried not to whimper at the feeling of him pulling your pants off. “Everything okay?” he asked, picking up on your unease despite your efforts to hide it.

“Just…feeling exposed,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. “I-I mean, of course I’m exposed, I’m practically naked, b-but somehow i-it’s more th-thanjustphysicalandI’msuddenlyscaredand–”

“Hey, hey, shh-shhh, it’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here. I’m going to keep you safe, remember?” The bed shifted as he spoke and you felt his hand cup your cheek.

“I-I don’t know what changed. I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me –”

“Shh, look at me, sweet spark…Please look at me?” You reluctantly opened your eyes again to see he had moved to sit beside you, probably in an effort to keep you from feeling trapped. You bit your lower lip to keep it from trembling, which he immediately eased back out from between your teeth with his thumb. “There’s nothing wrong with you. We just found a limit, that’s all.”

“B-but I didn’t really have any at the start, a-and now allofasuddenthatchangedandIjustfeellikeI–”

“Hush…That’s okay,” he soothed. “Neither of us really knew what to expect at the start of this, right? So we talked and we teased and we played, but now it’s become a little too much. That’s okay. My only expectation of this was to learn you and let you learn me. I think we’ve made pretty good progress on that, yes?” He poked your side gently, making you giggle, even if it was a little weak. “We can stop for the night if you want.”

“But I…I don’t know if that’s what I want to do. I-I want more, but I’m also…everything is overwhelming me right now…C-could we just…sit for a little bit? L-let me get used to…to being like this with someone again?”

“Of course. Come here, sweet spark,” he cooed, gently pulling you up and into his arms. “We have all the time in the world. You can take as much as you need.” He rubbed small circles on the back of your head with his fingertips as he spoke. It was strange to feel so much of his fire against your skin. It was always shifting, little licks and wisps of it moving against you, which created the false sensation that he was about to move or do something unexpected. You buried your head into his shoulder, your arms crossed to cover your breasts. “You’re so tense, little spark,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Would laying down and cuddling help?”

“I-I don’t…m-maybe? I-I can’t tell.”

“How about we try it and see if it makes you feel better, hm?” You couldn’t tell if it was a genuine suggestion or instead gentle persuasion, but you found yourself nodding. He eased you down and cradled you against himself as his little spoon. His body was so warm and solid and comforting that you couldn’t help but snuggle back into him, making him cuddle you all the closer. “There, all comfy and cozy,” he hummed, the sound reverberating through his chest and into you.

“Wh-why…” you whimpered, breath catching in your throat.

“What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Why are you being s-so patient with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve learned that you do things when you are ready, and not a moment before. Rushing you along would only make you anxious, resistant, and frustrated. Besides, being patient has always given me exactly what I wanted with you.”

“Y-you mean us ultimately doing what you wanted?”

Grillby sighed, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes. “I mean making you feel safe and happy. Seeing you at peace is what I always want most. Sometimes that peace shows itself differently – love-drunk after a make-out session, sleepy when I play with your hair, teary-eyed during the credits of a good movie, laughing loud with your friends – but in all of those moments, you are perfectly, openly, beautifully you. It’s merely a bonus that you become much more willing to try different things when you feel secure. And as much as I want to add ‘blissed-out from pleasure’ to that list, it will be done on your terms, not mine, because you are at your most radiant when you let your walls come down yourself, my bright spark.”

You blushed deeply. “Laying on the flattery a-a little thick, there…”

His lips caught your earlobe and gave it a teasing tug. “Truth isn’t flattery.” The arm around you shifted so he could take one of your hands in his. “Now, let’s just cuddle until you decide what you want to do next,” he continued, giving your hand two soft squeezes.

“You a-already know that I’m going to want to continue, right?” you whispered, squeezing back.

He hummed. “Yes. But the decision is still yours. I would never take that from you. You wouldn’t make me do something I didn’t want to, right? The same is true for you. It will always be true for you.”

You weren’t sure how to respond without sounding like a complete love-struck idiot, so you instead brought his hand to your lips to kiss it. He nuzzled the back of your neck, giving it a light nibble and a soft kiss in return. You snuggled back against him and let your eyes close, feeling him against you, his fiery skin moving gently against your bare back, the weight of his arm around you, the hand that still held yours. “I could fall asleep like this…” you murmured, the nervous tension in you eased by the familiarity of being cuddled like this.

Grillby hummed again, just a hint of amusement in it this time. “You can if you want. We don’t have to do anything else tonight, really.” You felt him kiss the back of your head. “Just knowing that you feel safe and comfortable enough to sleep while I hold you like this is enough for me, little spark.”

((needs stuff))

[maroonmused]

Hi! I’m so in love with how you write the spidey fam & I have a small prompt idea (please don’t feel pressured to do anything with it): while Rio is out of town for a few days Pete + Miles get to train more but Pete is stretched a bit thin between everything so when he keeps nodding off on Miles (while helping with homework, watching tv,...), Miles decides that Pete needs a break. When Petes crime-thingy goes off Miles sneaks out. He’s not nearly ready though + gets hurt. Pete to the rescue!

thank you!! i love exploring the little moments but sometimes it’s so hard pinning down one idea when my mind wants to go in a million places w these characters, so actually this prompt came at the most opportune time. been bouncing between a few Spider-Man wips and WHEW this just sparked something I’m sure I’ll finish, I’ve always wanted to go more into that post-SM1 DLC territory

can’t wait to finish this one, but in the meantime here’s a snippet:

“I can’t believe you got to fight a super robot maggia don.”

“Still trying to expel the image from my brain. Now I’m considering a lobotomy.”

“And you did it on a gigantic invisible Sable base on the Hudson.”

“Wasn’t so invisible once we got there, but pretty awesome bait for a certain species of shark.”

“And Silver Sable helped you with a giant ship that shoots lasers? That’s so–well, weird, since she kinda sicced a whole militia on you last year…”

“Friendships still blossom from weeds, apparently,” Peter mutters, half his concentration dedicated to an issue Miles raised over the phone the other day–his brand new web-shooters weren’t tailored to his dimensions. Peter had instead made a mimicry of his own. Which was still so, so awesome, and Miles admittedly spent hours in his apartment pretend-shooting them at an imaginary Sinister Six. For practice, not vanity. Obviously.

[onedappercat]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @adverbian so I’ll give it a go! I’m going to subtract the data from the fic I’m listed as co-creator on though, because I only provided art for it. ❤️

How many works to you have on ao3?

11

What’s your total ao3 word count?

356,295 - I’m a long fic person. 🫠

What fandoms do you write for?

Good Omens

Top five fics by kudos:

Queen of Hell - Crowley becomes the Queen of Hell to avert the second coming. Explores his past relationship as Lucifer’s lover.

The Last Dance - A 1941 speculative piece of Aziraphale’s apology dance.

Why Does the Ortolan Sing? - Human AU where Crowley is a busker at the coffee shop that Azira falls in love with. Crowley is already in a toxic relationship with a mobster.

One Vision - My first fic and my take on the Second Coming. Ends in South Down with a cat.

The Devil’s Love - Pre-fall Crowley doesn’t realize Lucifer’s plans for him, and Aziraphale has a crush.

Do you respond to comment?

I try to. Sometimes it takes me a couple days to work up the spoons for it, but I love receiving comments! I try and say more than just a thank you, but at the very least I try and do that.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’ve written so much angst, I can’t really say what someone else would consider the angstiest ending.

I have two pre-fall fics: The Devil’s Love and The Queen’s Fall, so obviously that is going to end in angst. I’ve had the most people comment that The Last Dance broke their hearts. Technically Do It Again is a hopeful ending, but… Well, archive warnings exist for a reason. 🙃

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably my first fic, One Vision. It was how I dealt with the end of s2, so it was pretty positive. I��ve since embraced the angst, although I still tend to end things positively.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet…

Do you write smut?

I’ve written smut scenes in very plot-heavy fics. Still rather new to it, but my latest has really pushed me further into it. I can only write it when I’m dead tired, for some reason…

Craziest crossover:

I’ve been quite taken with Red Sonja Crowley… I posted Battle Raiments and Camping Gear, but didn’t list Red Sonja as a fandom because it’s just clothes. 😅 They are crack art posts, but I guess they are crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Doubt it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be cool!

Have you ever co-written a fic?

I’m listed as co-creator on Tale of the Sea Bucca, but I only did art. I joined the Drabble for the GOAD Writer’s Guild celebration, so that was a kind of mini co-writing thing.

All-time favorite ship?

Aziraphale/Crowley for life. They’re the only reason I’m writing fics. I enjoy writing Crowley/Lucifer simply because it’s rife with angst.

What a WIP you want to finish, but probably won’t?

I usually only write one thing at a time, with the exception of Queen of Hell, which I wrote outlined all three parts at the same time.

What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told recently that I’m great at presenting the mental effect a toxic relationship has on someone without it devolving into torture porn. That means a lot, because I’ve tried handling it with fineness. I’ve also been asked if I was Neil Gaiman because I made someone hate God and feel for Satan. 😆

What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like my smut could be better. Honestly, don’t get me started on my weaknesses or I won’t stop.

Thoughts on dialog in another language.

Cool! I’m not confident enough to do it myself, but big props to those who have.

First fandom you wrote for:

As a kid, I think I wrote X Files fan fics during study hall, but never posted anywhere. Mostly about John Doggett dying and Mulder coming back. 🙃

Favorite fics you’ve written:

Even though I don’t normally read human AU, I’m really enjoying writing Why Does the Ortolan Sing? because of the depth to the story itself. I adore my Crowley in the Queen of Hell series and the dynamic between Lucifer and Aziraphale. I want to write them again, but I don’t have a story yet.

I haven’t re-read it for a while, but I was really proud of The Last Dance. It’s also the only fic I’ve written that I’ve seen recommended to others, which is an honor.

I have no one to tag, because everyone I know has probably already been tagged. 😅

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames or specific AUs your WIPs; not titles, filenames (eg werewolf AU, unnamed mafia omegaverse, or Steve's Rizz vs Eddie's Zero Filter.)

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Hallmark Christmas

Nanny

Sugar!baby

Himbo Witch

Snippet

I've only been working on Hallmark Christmas this week in a vain attempt to get it finished as soon as possible.

Steve gulped and walked over to the seats and slipped off his shoes. Eddie spotted him and skidded to a stop in front of the wall.

“There you are, Stevie!” he greeted brightly. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to make it!”

Steve blushed as he strapped on his skates. He laced them as tight as he could and went to stand up. But he barely moved one half step forward and he was falling back onto the bench with a thud.

“Whoa!” Eddie said and trotted up to Steve doing the strange little chicken walk one does when they have skates on something other than ice.

He knelt in front of Steve felt the boot of his skate. “They’re the right size, but they’re aren’t keeping your ankles straight.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m wearing the right skates.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side and looked at him curiously. “Right skates?”

“Hockey skates.”

But when that didn’t seem to clear up Eddie confusion he said with a eye roll, “You know, the boy skates.”

~

It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

Tag List: 9

@zerokrox-blog @forgottenkanji @w1ll0wtr33 @thesecondfate @dreamercec

@beelze-the-bubkiss @bookworm0690 @kultiras @niniel-karenine

[findafight]

WIP Wednesday Game

got tagged by @eriquin and I guess I'm actually doing it!!! YEAH!! rules copiy/pasted:

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

here's my file names for a few WIPs that I want to work on/finish. snippet under the cut with tags

Chapters 11-20

fail billy/eddie to soft steddie

starbara s1

from chapters 11-20

El scrunched her brows together before she shook her head. “No. I will. I want to cheer with you.” She smiled. “It is more fun with somebody with you, right?”

Steve beamed at her. “Yeah. It sure is.” he stuck his tongue out at Robin and Max. “At least El is willing to keep the faith with me.”

Robin laughed out a groan. “Oh my god! I cannot believe how you’ve tricked the school into thinking you’re cool.”

He smirked and shrugged with one shoulder while he batted his eyelashes. “What can I say? I’m charming.”

Robin and the girls burst into hysterical giggles, laughing more when they each looked at each other or caught sight of Steve trying to pout while holding back his own laughter.

@mystery-ink @withacapitalp @thestobingirlie

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

omega!Clark and hungry!Kon

gentle princely caretaking

the wet nurse omegaverse

trans Clark and cis Kon

weird Kryptonian bonding rituals

snippet from "omega!Clark and hungry!Kon":

Jon peeks out of his room down the hall, looking intrigued, and lights up at the sight of the chocolate chips and the big bowl Clark always uses for pancake batter. Clark smiles at him, and he scurries down the hall and into the kitchen. Clark asks him to set the table, and he does. He also steals a significant percentage of the chocolate chips, but Clark accepts that loss as pup-induced taxation. 

Lois's alarm goes off after Jon’s gotten out all the necessary dishes and Clark’s gotten the pans heating up, and she trudges sleepily out of their bedroom. Clark passes her a mug of the coffee he started as soon as he got up himself, and she makes a mumbly noise that he knows her well enough to translate as "I love you beyond all existence and where's the sugar". 

He passes her the sugar and leans down to kiss her cheek. She turns her face into his throat and bites his scent gland a little harder than happens to be decent in front of either of their pups, but given the invulnerability just feels like a chaste little nibble. Clark gives her a soft purr of appreciation and Jon sticks out his tongue at them as he finishes setting the table. 

"Grosssss," he says, making a face. "Don't be all mushy, we haven't even eaten yet!” 

“I’m afraid we can’t promise that, kiddo,” Lois says, then yawns against Clark’s throat before taking her coffee to the table. Clark gets the bacon in the frying pan and starts carefully pouring pancake batter, and Jon drops into his usual seat at the table. Lois makes sleepy noises into her coffee. 

“How many pancakes, Jonno?” Clark asks. 

“Ten,” Jon says immediately, holding up both hands with a charming little grin. Lois snorts. 

“Maybe if they’re very, very small,” she says wryly. “Baby pancakes. Infants. Tiny little dollops.” 

“No way, I want big ones!” Jon says. Admittedly they do have a higher than human metabolism–Clark does not think of Kon’s too-thin wrists–but ten full-size pancakes is probably still pushing it. 

“Maybe we’ll start a little smaller and work our way up,” Clark says, amused anyway. Jon pouts. Kon comes out of his own room already dressed and ready and sits down quietly at the table too, and Jon immediately brightens back up. 

"Hi, Kon!" he greets excitedly. Kon always seems to wait to come out last, and Clark's never figured out why. He’s not even sure the kid even wears his pajamas, or if he just sleeps in his clothes. He never sees him in anything but the clothes he wears to school and his Superboy suit and jacket. “Mom’s making pancakes!” 

“Sure,” Kon says. He obviously knew that, of course, given his enhanced senses and also the very obvious process that is Clark pouring pancake batter into a pan, but Jon’s clearly too excited to have thought that one through. Clark doesn’t comment either way, just smiles at Kon. 

“Morning, Kon,” he says. “How many pancakes would you like?” 

“Whatever’s fine,” Kon says, visibly repressing the urge to fidget in his seat. Clark hates that answer almost as much as the sight of his too-sharp face and those too-thin wrists and how close to stray he smells. 

“Three to start?” he suggests. 

“Sure,” Kon says. Clark can’t call it a victory, but at least it’s an answer.

[bloodibambiidoll]

20 Questions For Fic Writers:

Thank you for the tags @lokis-army-77 & @onegirlmanytales

1) How many works do you have on AO3? - Honestly only like 3, I don’t usually post my fics on there bc I always forget. I need to sit down and do that. I have 11 on tumblr though.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?- Like 30k

3) What fandoms do you write for? - Just Stranger Things atm. I have been considering a few other things lately tho.👀

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - Again I don’t really post my fics on AO3 as much so I only have 5 on there lol but my top fics on tumblr are Beer and Bunny’s, Cat and Mouse, Best Mates, All You Have To Do Is Ask, and See You Again.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - ALWAYS!! Sometimes when I’m feeling down about my writing I go back and reread them and it keeps me going/hypes me up.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - I do not have a single fic that ends even remotely angsty. I cannot do angsty endings, reading them or writing them. I need my happy ending.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - hmmm most of them honestly, but I really like the ending of Beer and Bunny’s. They’re so cute.

8) Do you get hate on fics? - I’ve never gotten hate before. I hope I give off a chill, in my own lane, kinda vibe.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - Yesss lol honestly just nasty, pervy, unhinged smut. I don’t think I’ve ever really written any kind of soft smut. Not intentionally I’m just a whore. :)

10) Do you write crossovers? - I never have, no. I do have an AU based off my fav movie coming out soonish but it’ll be all ST characters still.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Nah lol idk who would take the time to steal MY fics

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - not that I know of lol

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Yes!! I have a whole AU universe with one of my friends and I’m working on two other collabs w other people. 👀🤭

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? - Listen, I’m fucking basic okay? I will always love Katniss and Peeta. Also Raven and Alexander from Vampire Kisses but no one ever knows that series.😩

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - Sugar and Spice. It was a series I started before I told myself I’m not allowed to write multi chapter fics bc I put too much pressure on myself about it lol

16) What are your writing strengths? - I’ve been told more than once that my dialogue is good. Which feels nice. Also nasty smut.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - Transitions tbh, I’ll get to a certain point and get stuck esp transitioning into the smut which is usually what I was trying to get to in the first place.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - I legit only speak English so I would not even try

19) First fandom you wrote for? - AVATAR THE LAST AIR BENDER lol zuko was my MANS

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? - See You Again, this one I’m just very proud of, and I love my OC girlfriend I made for myself and I just spent a lot of time on this one. I want to finish the prequel EVENTUALLY.

No pressure tags: @reidsbtch @babygorewhore @battymunson @take-everything-you-can @slutty-thevampireslayer @jamdoughnutmagician @lithium80sblog @bimbobaggins69 & anyone else who wants to🖤