#maybe the kinkiest thing I've ever written?

[menagerie-of-monsters]

...Goddamn it.

Drider porn below, so, you know. Click at your own risk.

CW: Dubcon, aphrodisiac venom & precome, cervix penetration, mild cumflation

It was a stupid bet, but I was flat broke, and $400 for a night in the woods spent dodging horny wolf spiders paid a lot better than picking up another shift at the diner. I'd picked up a thing of solo cups, some shitty batteries, and an even shittier flashlight at the dollar store, got half my payment up front, and let Monica slather me up with an unpleasant amount of her expensive body butter.

Apparently whoever came up with new scents for Sephora worked in a bug-free environment, because the stuff was catnip for arachnids. A spider dropped off the ceiling of her boyfriend's beater car before we'd even made it to the nearby forest, and another had crawled out of the dash and nearly gotten us killed in a car accident.

Monica waved at me with a shrill "have fun!" and peeled off with her boytoy around ten pm. According to my phone, it was 2:42 am now, and I was almost out of solo cups. The woods are fucking loaded with spiders, as it turns out.

Did you know spider eyes reflect the light like cats'? There's really nothing like hearing scuttling legs rustling through the leaf litter, sweeping your flashlight across the ground, and seeing dozens of tiny red eyes glinting in the darkness.

A stick cracked in the darkness. I jerked away from my staring match with an erstwhile suitor and peered into the black, sweeping my light back and forth. I didn't see anything, but that didn't mean much. There were all sorts of things in the forest.

"Hey!" I yelled, in case it was a bear or something. "Go away! I'm big and loud! Shoo!"

Another stick cracked. Leaves rustled, but not on the ground.

I raked my light up towards the canopy, clutching my red solo cup in my other hand. "I'm a person! Big and scary!" I said loudly.

Eyes glinted red in the edge of my light, ten feet up in the trees. Big eyes.

I jerked my light towards it, staggering backwards. I kicked over one of the solo cups, freeing the captured spider beneath.

The creature in the trees didn't stop moving. One long, shiny black leg stepped forward, then another. Chelicerae shifted beneath obsidian fangs. A long strand of drool fell down.

My shaking hand drew the small circle of light up along its body. The heavy black abdomen. Gleaming, enormous, spidery legs. A pair of twitching palps dripped pale violet liquid. They waved through the air the same way the palps of the horny wolf spiders did, like they could smell me.

A branch bent back as I stared in horror. It was held by a pale, claw-tipped hand.

Behind it was the bare chest of a man. He panted, mouth open. The light reflected from the round black eyes in his forehead. The ones that sat where a man's would didn't even respond to the light, the pupils blown so wide I couldn't tell what color his eyes were.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered. I backed up, slowly at first, and then with increasing panic as the massive drider stepped down from the tree, one delicate leg at a time.

One two-clawed foot tipped over a solo cup. He leaned forward, eyes fixed on my groin. "Mate—"

I bolted. It wasn't even a decision. I was hyperventilating one second, and then I was crashing through the woods towards the gravel road, zero thoughts in my head.

I made it all of twenty feet before the drider pounced on me. I hit the ground, hard, skidding across the leafy ground. Fangs sank into my shoulder with a sharp lance of pain—one that was replaced almost instantly by pounding heat.

A moan escaped my throat. Need throbbed between my legs, the drider's venom such a powerful aphrodisiac that the fact that I was about to be fucked by a spider barely registered. Oh, God, I was so empty it hurt. Every part of my mind fixated on that fact, my pussy spasming around nothing with aching desire.

Cool fingers shoved down the front of my pants. I bucked into them, still facedown on the forest floor, needing that touch. His fingertips stroked along my soaked folds with my clit between them. Even the sudden chill as the drider tore through the back of my pants barely registered in the face of his fingers. I tried to shove them into my pussy, grabbing him by the wrist, but only the tips of his claws went into my entrance.

Cold liquid dripped onto my bare ass and lower back. It slid into my crack and down onto my throbbing pussy, leaving a tingling wake.

One palp nudged at my slick folds. His claws slid a little deeper into my entrance, and then he spread his fingers, holding my pussy open for that probing, dripping palp. It pushed into me like a cock, stiff and chill.

My body grabbed down onto it. With desperation, I fucked myself backwards onto him, using his palp like a dildo. The slick liquid dripping out of it made my whole pussy tingle—and then it fucking vibrated, with more force than anything I'd put in myself before.

I came with a scream. My core slammed down onto him in waves, the orgasm ripping through me like I was wet tissue paper.

The drider growled. Not like a man. He growled like an animal, a rumbling sound that made my bones tremble, and his palp vibrated again. Powerful arms hooked under my thighs, hauling my ass higher into the air. In my peripheral vision, I could see the black arcs of his legs surrounding me, the weak light from my fallen flashlight illuminating him like something out of a horror movie.

He shifted his weight. His second palp probed along the length of the first, pressing against my wet skin, and then shoved in alongside the other.

I cried out as my body spasmed from the intrusion. It was like having someone's fist inside me, the paired lengths stretching me past the point of breaking. I couldn't feel the pain, though my body shook and tears started running down my face. It felt incredible, heat flooding my veins. I came again as they started working deeper, the drider fucking himself into me with no regard for my comfort. My body couldn't even close down, not against those immovable lengths, my pussy quivering and stretched.

Pressure built as he reached my depths. He didn't stop, even as I started whimpering from the overwhelming sensation. My whole body shook, but with his venom in my blood and his precome coating my pussy, it felt incredible, better than anything I'd ever had before.

I needed it—needed him to fill me—needed to feel his come pumping into me—

One tip slid past the ring of my cervix. I slapped my hand over the bulge in my stomach, gasping and crying, the pleasure overwhelming me like a tidal wave. It felt like I couldn't stop coming, the ecstasy rocking through me again and again. His fingers kept rubbing up and down over my swollen clit, my come and his precome mixing together into a watery slick that dripped down his arm and along my belly.

The pressure grew. His palps started vibrating again, and then with a jerk and a groan, the drider shoved the other past my cervix and came. Come pumped into me in hard jets, my belly swelling under my hand from the sheer amount of it. I whimpered, drooling and crying and seeing stars.

He let out a low hissing sound, shoving himself a little deeper. His fingers slowly stilled. "Mate," he hissed again.

I could only let out a low moan.

He pulled one palp back. My core clenched, come spurting out along the length of the other and filling the air with the sharp tang of sex. He drew the other out, leaving my pussy gaping with come sliding out of me in a steady wash, and didn't set me down.

Something else pressed into my pussy, cold and hard. It nestled up against my cervix and started pulsing. I felt the pressure growing as it filled the back of my channel with something, the substance forming a seal over my womb and trapping the rest of his come inside me, leaving my belly still swollen, as if I was pregnant and just beginning to show.

Oh, God, it's web, that's his spinneret—

He pulled back and let my body fall to the ground. I had my fingers on my clit in an instant, masturbating helplessly, my pussy clenching in waves. I shoved two fingers into myself, and then three, and then four. Nothing could compare to how he'd filled me. Nothing would ever be the same.

"Please," I whimpered, chasing ecstasy. "Please don't leave."

"Mate," he whispered. He stepped backwards, into the darkness. "Mine."

And he left me there, filled with his come and desperate for more.

has anyone else been seeing the tweets about a lotion from sephora that attracts spiders

[ineffably-human]

Hey there, vampire family, let's talk about sex. (Again. Because I think I've written some of the broad strokes here once before.)

I see a lot of people saying Nandermo is on its way because Nandor realizes how he feels now. And I am not trying to kill the party vibe, seriously I'm not. But I think he's still got a lot of dots to connect. Nandor knows 'Guillermo matters to me' and 'I am doing this thing to impress Guillermo' and 'I am mad Guillermo finds this other person more interesting', all of which says Guillermo is a very important friend who can make him do stupid shit - but certainly isn't someone he loves or would consider a romantic partner.

On the flip side, and this may be contributing to Guillermo's status as a vampire: I think Guillermo's sexuality is blossoming, but he's still holding back. Guillermo has always framed sex as something he doesn't want to talk about, because that's an inhibition he was raised with (and he was closeted to boot). He has heart-eyes aplenty for Nandor, he's been jealous of Nandor's relationships, but it's never clear he's yearning for anything more physical than a hug.

I still don't think he knows that's something he wants from the relationship. In fact, he wants to close his eyes and walk away from most sex he sees - even though he's been surrounded by the weirdest, kinkiest, most casual sex for well over a decade, as part of the very lifestyle he wants. (And Nadja's now confirmed, the vampires fuck each other all the time.)

That doesn't even change with Freddie, by the way, where they awkward-hug hello and walk arm in arm. Then we cut to him walking in on Freddie and Nandor snuggling naked in furs. He doesn't ever kiss Freddie, but Freddie's clone does. The contrast could not be more clear.

Guillermo's said that he doesn't feel any sexier, like he expects being a vampire to change that for him. But does that mean it would make him more desirable or more open to desire?

(And if Guillermo is some form of ace that's totally fine too, of course, it'd be so cool to have an ace vampire of all things. But I don't know if the show's going there. And it'd be weird if Guillermo's dream this whole time was actually some kind of forced self-conversion therapy.)

But he's making inroads. Last year he came out and had a boyfriend, however chaste that was. Whether Guillermo is a virgin or not, his bungled turning is treated like a horrible first sexual experience - we've all talked about that by now. And if you contrast that with Guillermo's Pride experience...

Even in the scene before the space thing, his conversation with Nandor hits different. Guillermo's vibe with Nandor is different than everyone else in the house, and his reaction to Nandor going to space feels downright flirty. And I am fascinated with how the show frames Nandor's descent: Guillermo reacting to Nandor crashing with 'oh my God' (and the vampiric reaction that gives him, a sudden puff of smoke, aka heat!). Nandor looming over Guillermo naked to gloat, before he ever approaches the crowd. For a moment, the joke isn't that Nandor's a bare-assed flaming disaster in front of everyone. It's something that's completely between the two of them.

And then they're walking side by side, a true duo again for the first time in a while, when they come across the rest of the household - and Guillermo immediately nopes out. Which, well, is understandable. There's a lot of reasons he doesn't want to touch that, literally.

But Nandor asks, "are you sure?" Because in his head he just got his friend back, and sex to Nandor is as casual as breathing.

Sex as a vampire is just something you do, and any deep emotion is secondary and special. I think it's a mental hurdle Guillermo has to navigate, either by some sort of supernatural change or (I suspect) just understanding what that means to him. And I think they're going to sleep together in a casual way - maybe as part of that sexy-gross episode Paul Simm has been teasing, which certainly sounds like a vampire orgy to me - before Nandor realizes he's feeling anything like love.

But it's going to feel different than anything else in the room. And that's going to uncork some things for both of them - very different things, but both coming to the same conclusion.

[amethystina]

I want to ask sooooo many qurstions honestly but I'll settle on these 3:

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Alrighty! :D

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Until Death Do Us Unite, hands down. No contest, whatsoever.

I mean, first of all, the source material is questionable all on its own, what with Moon Jo being a cannibalistic serial killer. And then I take it a step further by turning him into an undead zombie. And then Jong Woo proceeds to not only fall in love with said zombie, but also have sex with him.

I had to tag the fic with necrophilia x'D

And have a very serious discussion with my wife regarding zombie sperm.

On top of that, there are several murders, a lot of violence, Jong Woo's questionable mental health, and the kinkiest sex I've written so far in my entire fanfic career (which honestly isn't saying much since I don't write sex scenes often — and especially not of the kinky kind).

So yeah. Definitely Until Death Do Us Unite. Because it also somehow ends with a disgustingly sweet happily ever after? Like, it starts as a straight-up horror and turns into a dark rom-com before the end. I'd call that a pretty wild ride xD

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Not really, but I know that I write more often in the evenings. But that's usually because I have work and chores that I have to do during the day. And I admit that there's something very cosy about sitting down with a cup of tea in the evenings to write. The vibes aren't quite the same during the day xD

But what I like about writing during the day is that I can get a flow going and know I don't have to stop for hours if I don't want to. I also tend to be more alert during the day since the fevers usually don't hit until after 2 PM — maybe even later than that if I'm lucky — so I can be a lot more efficient and get more done if I write during the day.

I also really like the feeling of writing first thing in the morning since that usually only happens when I'm so excited to write that I boot up my computer as soon as humanly possible. More often than not, it's because I was writing the night before and the hours of sleep have both recharged my brain and given it time to process what I want to write next.

So I guess the real answer is that I would have a hard time picking a favourite since all of the scenarios are ones I experience and enjoy for different reasons. There isn't one I prefer more than the other since I just love all instances when I can write and enjoy myself.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

This answer definitely depends on my mood and when in my writing career I am asked this question. Because, right now, the answer is probably Kang Yo Han from The Devil Judge, though it would have been Thranduil from The Hobbit movies a couple of years ago.

I want to point out that this doesn't mean they're necessarily my favourite characters in their respective fandoms — just that they're my favourite characters to write. And there's a subtle but important difference. I love writing arrogant assholes because their quirks and behaviours are fun to explore, but I also tend to think they're annoying and shitty people xD

But I love to portray complex characters and the challenge of trying to do them justice keeps things interesting, which also makes them more fun to write. Especially when they have certain traits that stand in stark contrast to their assholishness. Like, Yo Han may be a literal mass murderer and a master of schemes and manipulation, but he's also a dork who loves people so fiercely and loyally that it kind of makes him stupid.

Get you a man who can do both, and all that.

So yeah. Kang Yo Han, I guess? xD

Thank you so much for the ask! 💜

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

[apocrypha73]

20 questions writer meme

Thank you @heyholmesletsgo for tagging me :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

76 (and counting)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,095,178 at this moment

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm currently writing for Visual Prison and The Untamed/MDZS fandoms, but in the past I've written for Star Wars Rebels, the mcu, Supernatural, and a few others

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Maybe not so accidentally (899 kudos). A kalluzeb (star wars rebels) canon divergence AU

A Blind Goddess (657 kudos). Another kalluzeb fic. The star wars rebels fandom is a big one, so I guess it's not a surprise my top 3 fics with most kudos belong to it. It doesn't necessarily mean they're my best fics, only that more people have read them. But I'm grateful anyway.

The Reasons Why (426 kudos). Also a kalluzeb fic, and the first one I ever posted in English (I had only written in my own language until then). It was nerve-wracking to take that step but everyone's response was so kind it encouraged me to continue.

We Weren't Always Like This (413 kudos). This is a matchablossom fic (SK8 the Infinity), the first of the two fics I've written for that pairing.

No es la sangre (401 kudos). A thorki AU. This one is in Spanish

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

Of course! The comments are a place to fangirl with people who are just as enthusiastic about the OTP as you are, what's not to like? Maybe I don't always reply as fast as I should, but I enjoy doing it.

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

I think most of my fics have a happy ending, I'm a basic bitch and proud of it. The only exception I can recall is It's not over, a destiel fic that was inspired by episode 5x04 of Supernatural and there's no way a story set in that alternate timeline could end well tbh.

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

The other 75? XDD. Okay, fine, there are two fics in which the happy ending felt very satisfactory to me because the characters went through quite a lot of angst to get there: Under the Spotlight (songxiao, The Untamed/MDZS) and Take my hand, take my whole life too (sagamist, Visual Prison)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I've been really lucky in that regard

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

I do, but I'm pretty vanilla about it. I think the kinkiest thing I've ever written was some light bondage and very soft dom/sub dynamics.

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

El vínculo más profundo. It's more of a fusion than a crossover actually. The characters are from the movie "Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters" but the story is set in the Pacific Rim universe. It was fun to write

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, it happened a couple of times with No es la sangre. Someone took it and posted it as their own, first on ffnet and then on wattpad. I don't think it was the same person in both cases. One of the (many) advantages of writing for small fandoms, as I do now, is that the chances of that kind of thing happening are almost zero.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Partially. Someone started translating No es la sangre into English, but they got busy and stopped after a while. I've thought about translating it myself but to be honest, I don't have the energy.

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

Yes, a very long time ago, with a very dear friend of mine. It was for the X-Files fandom.

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

This is the most difficult question of this whole meme. I can't choose one, I love my ships dearly. I'd have to name at least five.

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

I only have two wips currently in the works and I intend to finish both of them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Action scenes, I think. Sometimes dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing, infodumping, knowing how to let a story breathe and not rushing it. Those are the things I find more difficult to get right.

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

If the story needs it, and if it's a language I know well, why not?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files. Yeah, it's been a while

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I changed my mind, this one is actually the most difficult question. Aaah, I don't know, I tend to associate my fics with the community I get to enjoy through them, you know? It's not about how proud I am of the fic itself, it's about the whole experience. I am very fond of En la prórroga because I wrote it as a birthday gift for a friend and she loved it. I'll always love Under the Spotlight because it was my doorway to the songxiao fandom, where I have met some of the most amazing people you can find on the Internet. The same for Can't go back anymore, my first visupri fic, because I got to become part of an incredible group of friends thanks to it. And then there's Baby, It's Cold Outside and all the fun we had while I was posting that one. I'm overwhelmed by the response I've received to Maybe not so accidentally and No es la sangre, because I never expected any fic of mine to become so loved by anyone. So how am I going to choose just one?

Tagging @dreamyguns @ardilla-cocainomana @malalechan and whoever else wants to answer

[showmethesneer]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Stolen from @firawren

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

50 🤘😝🤘

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

226,486

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot. I write whatever I feel so hyperfixated on, I can't actually leave it alone until I get the thoughts out in a fic. Once Upon A Time, The Witcher, Star Wars sequels, Gotham, Stranger Things, Hazbin Hotel, etc.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Rough Enough (The Witcher) - kinky Geraskier smut

Face For Radio, Body For Sin (Hazbin Hotel) - RadioDust smut

Master Of Finger Puppets (Stranger Things) - Steddie fluff

A Sensation (Helluva Boss) - kinky smutty Fizzmodeus hurt/comfort

The Cheerleader's Skirt (Stranger Things) - HellCheer fluff

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always. Every single one, every single time.

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

Probably Heartless Animals (Once Upon A Time) or Don't Belong To No City, Don't Belong To No Man (The Witcher)

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

Honestly, the vast majority of my fics have happy endings. Maybe compared to where this particular fic starts off, and the journey it goes through, I'd say Cupcakes (Gotham)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet 🙃

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

So much smut. The kinkiest smut I can articulate. But I do have a recurring obsession with writing femdom smut, feeding kink smut, and smut where one of the characters is asexual and navigating arousal and attraction throughout the experience.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, but I did write this Dark Knight/10 Things I Hate About You crossover about Patrick Verona becoming the Joker.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but I have had people build off my fics and write continuations a couple of times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone randomly translated Forbidden Fruit (Hazbin Hotel) to French. Which is cute because I've been toying with the idea of practicing my Spanish and Italian by working on my own translations of my own fics.

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

Never. I work alone. I don't even have a beta reader.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I want so badly to say I don't have one, because I love so many ships, but it's yennskier.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A Girl Worth Writing For (Once Upon A Time)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Smut. And maintaining optimism.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing.

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

I'm not a fan, personally.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Heartless Animals for Once Upon A Time

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I cannot stress enough how proud I am of Beauty and Brains: A Night In The Capitol (The Hunger Games) PLEASE READ IT 😭

[mdhwrites]

Oh. That's Not Good.

Someone brought up in my Discord praising how Luz has a negative character arc. The comments claimed that she broke the hero's journey goes off to scream at how wrong that is and how her arc was amazing and...

I got so angry that I gave myself a headache and made my eyes hurt.

I just hate Luz at this point. Luz is what broke the show initially for me after all because she's just a bad person. Unlike people who ACTUALLY try to subvert the Hero's Journey though, the show doesn't acknowledge she's a bad person. It excuses and wants you to sympathize with EVERY mistake she makes after Yesterday's Lie which is when Luz stops being a genuinely very common, basic ass cartoon protagonist. That is NOT a break in the hero's journey or brave storytelling, that's just ramping up the stakes, something I still think the show utterly fails at except through narrative cheats.

I want to remind everyone that a large part of why I've had to stop writing TOH fanfiction is because my brain couldn't let me write Luz for romance. Literally during a one off I was writing, my brain went, "That's out of character. She wouldn't care that much. She wouldn't be asking these questions and she wouldn't be inconveniencing herself." And this was BEFORE I started analyzing the show. Before I stopped watching it. But it WAS after Reaching Out, the episode I think most assassinates both Luz and Amity's characters and frankly killed canon Lumity for me, even if I didn't want to admit it at the time.

This isn't a normal analysis blog. I'm not trying to really teach with this. There's SO MUCH to learn from Luz's failings after all that I could but this feels more in line with the whole ten years reflection thing. After all, it's been almost two years since Reaching Out. I haven't finished a project in a year and a half. What do pretty much all of those projects have in common?

They were still trying to do Lumischa, despite one third of that equation being broken for my brain. I do wonder if it's why last night, I found a conversion edit of one of the kinkiest stories I've ever written so easy. It's as far away from Lumity and TOH as I could possibly get after all. And... Maybe that's just what I need to do if I have this subconcious anger about Luz.

That sucks. I don't like admitting it but... It's kind of just how it might need to be for me.

Edit: The fanfic this happened during, for those curious.

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For those potentially going "Which of your stories are you converting": None that I have publicly published. This was a 35k story I wrote four years ago during the kinkiest year of my writing (then followed up by a sapphic erotica story before starting the last three years of no erotica from me) and was one that when I finished it in like four days I went "I bet I could convert this because I'm actually kind of proud of it." And then I never got to that but did remember it yesterday and made actually some decent progress on it. Will I finish? Shrug But again, maybe it's the sort of change of pace I need.

Also no tags because this is more a vent than analysis and I don't feel like tagging that.

[arsenalgbt]

Yes to Willo pinning his wrists. Ben's worried that Willo is going to be all gentle and soft and loving and look into his eyes and worship him and call him baby and shit when he tells him to lie on his back but its the oppisote. Willo fucks him harder, faster, dirtier than ever because now that Ben's not hiding his reactions Willo can actually see when to speed up or slow down. Ben's not into the soft kind of loving that other pairings are. Him and Willo are one end of the spectrum for being kinky and dirty while Leo and KT are on the other end for being so vanilla that it's shocking. Deckai and martindale fall somewhere in between. I've been thinking about the ranking from most to least kinky for nearly two days for absolutely no reason other than the fact my mind wanted to. I feel like the new one is still a bit of an angsty thing but I'm dancing around the thing a bit more and there will be a happy ending perhaps, maybe, hopefully. I always thought the first draft was too much and I don't know if I think the second one is too. This idea just won't leave me alone- 💙🤍 KT anon

bennyliba freaks4freaks I can get behind this headcanon teeheeeee

ktrossard being vanilla af despite their rough exteriors. I'll take it of course, with a penchant of car sexy times right? ASJFDJSFAL give me ur most to least kinkiest of our shared arsenal ships LOL. pls add Jorginho/reissy and reissy/Aaron :D havgalhaes too of course!

no worries mate I was just pushing my less-angst agenda to you LOL it's ur mystery revenge fic, written for me. I'll take it. less angst cough. happy ending or not---doesn't matter!! I'll be sat!!

[katzynia]

Thanks for the tag @bittercape <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27 published, one of which is a WIP as of June 4th.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

203,862 words (by June 4th 2024)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Batman corner of DC, and mostly even further corner of Slade Wilson/Jason Todd, with only a few exceptions.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Let it fade, let it linger Sound of falling trees First and then Let it build, let it settle Every piece of you

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes. I adore comments, each and everyone really makes my day. I will reply, though it might take a little. Typically I let them accumulate for a couple days (or to the nearest weekend) after publishing before replying to a whole bunch (time spend basking in the warmth of people liking what I wrote :D)

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

..I don't really do that angsty endings. I am a softie at heart, so I don't care for hurt/no comfort fics much. Good bittersweet is great thought! With that in mind, I guess my angstiests would be Sound of falling trees (bittersweet is a good word for this ending I think) Turn your dream to shame (my angstiest/darkest fic, ambigous ending)

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are happy. Let it build, let it settle is maybe the sweetest thing in general... Though I do have very sweet oneshots.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, not really. I think Slade/Jay for which I mostly write is still so much in its own corner, not popular enough to attract hate. At least not where I would run into it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Yes. ;) Pairingwise M/M so far. Kinkwise, many kinds and I'm open to many more :D There aren't many kinks I would absolutely not write. I've found it a lot of fun to try out different things and Jayde Agenda discord server's Kink tag challenge has been loads of fun. I think my kinkiest is probably Straddling the line (in discord and rhyme) as I wrote it with "yes and":ing a whole bunch of kinks, starting with the tag challenge of "Possessive sex". Also Call me maybe, with dirty talk being the whole point of writing it

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I have not written any cross-overs. I might if something strikes my fancy.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I was asked once, but I said no. I don't like the idea of my work being translated so that I can't understand it. I'm writing in my second language anyway and I have thought a lot about how different I would say things if I was writing on my actual language. It's the connotations! Idk, I just felt... weird about it and didn't want to to happen.

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

No.

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

Jayde is my current love and fave in DC, not surprisingly. I also like Jason/Roy Harper, and certain variations of Jason/Dick. In other fandoms, I used to read *a lot* of Steve/Bucky. Arthur/Eames is a lot of fun. I also had fairly intense phase of reading everything for Jyn/Cassian in Star Wars.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well. I have kind written a Mummy AU for Jayde for about two years now... Hard to say if it ever sees the light of day, i periodically write some and then lose interest/get desperate that it's too complicated and write nothing. I honestly don't know if I get it finished or even if I'm wiling to put the work in.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at dropping information in interesting and not-exposition-y way, drip-drip-dripping it so that it's curiosity inducing. I am good at implying things. I also really like and think I'm good at playing with relative knowledge. I've been told I'm also pretty good at character voices. But honestly, it's hard for me to say what are the strengths, I'm too close to it. So I am in fact, open to feedback

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar, stupid English. In all seriousness, I get pretentious. I usually catch most of it in editing, but I have a tendency to get too flowery and for example, say the same thing in too many ways in row which blunts the impact. As flipside of my information dropping skills, I sometimes get too stingy with information, so that I assume something is clear when it isn't. I'm not very good at narration further way from the POV character, I do very close POV and that doesn't always work for the story I'm trying to tell. Again, I am open to feedback. Could be interesting.

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

I'm on the fence about it. I do tend to get annoyed if there's no translation *very* easily available. I think it comes back to my preference for close narration, so if the character doesn't speak the language, I prefer sticking to "Somebody spoke in language he didn't recognize" or something like that. Singular words, especially for affectionate nicknames are cute though. I'm not a language person :D That said, I don't get annoyed in "nobody should ever do this" kind of way. I firmly believe that every writer can do what they want in their story. It's just a preference for me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Jayde. Surprise :D

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I am incredibly, excessively proud of Kindle and char, my pirate fic. I honestly think the concept is great and it turned out very close to what I wanted. It's the longest story I've written and I had so much fun doing it.

Tagging, very close pressure, but if you'd like to jump in @nonbinaryjaybird @notherdeadrobin

[minheeskitten]

nooooo lol i'm not lying!!! i've written smut of course, but the kinkiest thing that's ever happened is some biting 😭 it's vanilla as shit 😭 i can't even write "hole" in my fic 🙃

omg i doooo want to get into kd, i just don't know where to start 😖 i feel like fully committing to a group always feels a little overwhelming 🥲 and yes i'm already having so much fun talking about them with you 🩷

oh arthur honey sweetie baby...maybe in the beginning when he's so unused to this, it makes him tense up, he stresses out a little with all those eyes on him, so jahan tells him not to worry about anyone else, just focus only on him. maybe even blindfolds him? he's still aware that the whole court is watching him, watching what's become of their prince, but now he doesn't need to see them and all he can focus on is how jahan's hands feel on his hips, his cock as it pushes into him. despite the way jahan manhandles him sometimes, despite all the talk of punishing, he really takes his time so that arthur takes him easily - the rough sex comes later

omg and: the court needs to stay on their toes. ministers and viziers and what have you are all replaceable, they stick around only as long as they satisfy jahan with their work. but arthur? arthur knows he's never being replaced, jahan needs him as badly as he needs jahan, no matter what anyone else thinks ~🩷

Anon trust me you'll get to where im at in time :3

W kd, start by watching their mvs in order Excalibur, Karma, Black Crown, Ascension, Promise, Long live the king, dystopia and coup d'etat!

Blindfolded yesssss :33

Just too flustered n shy, used to the phblic eye but jot how they lust after him now. Has to hide from everything so he's also kept in such a way where all he can even touch is also jahan. So that he becomes slowly more n more dependent on jahan for everything and anything.

He wants something to drink? Has to ask jahan

Wants food? Ask jahan.

Wants literally anything? Ask jahan and sometimes if its something bigger, offer himself freely to get what he wants. Because why would jahan aay no if he's literally being offered the only thing he wants from arthur?

Just thinking of arthur slowly becoming more adjusted to being known as 'the king's whore' or 'the king's pet'

Does he understand why they say it in such cruel tones? No!

Hes too busy sucking dick to do anything but let his owner xontrol him.

Too busy being kept so wonderfully on display for anyone who wanted to see the king. They'd have to see his oet as well :3

Have to aee the former king just an absolute trainwreck because he didn't get his morning dicking because jahan had to go to a meeting :((

Becomes so dependant on jahan that if he doesn't get even an ounce of attention, hes crying bcs hes worried he won't get rhe ducking hes so used to by then :(

[ravennaramos]

Okay T. I'll tell you.

I'm absolutely terrified right now because I'm pretty certain that once you know, you're going to panic and never speak to me again.

I'm staring out of the window into the black night and maybe our eight months of texting has finally led us to this exact timeline split. Either you walk away, or you don't. It'll be your choice alone and I can't control the outcome any longer.

Either you love me, or you don't.

Okay here goes

[screenshot of my Tumblr post which reads "T there are some late nights when I feel like I will absolutely wither away and die because you're not inside of me"]

I posted this on the internet on April 16th. You can Google my Tumblr name and my blog will come up immediately. Everything with the #is this flirting? tag is about you, and it goes back to August when you very first texted me.

Aside from the blog, I started writing you letters when I thought that I was first developing feelings for you. The first letter that I wrote to you was on October 5th. The most recent letter was yesterday. I've written you 92 letters and one Italian sonnet (seriously).

Remember back in November when I told you that your name was beautiful, and you said you hated it? And that I wrote an "argument" to defend your name? It was actually the sonnet that I wrote. Since we'll probably never talk after this, you can have it now

[screenshot of sonnet]

T, I'm madly in love with you. I should think it obvious by now. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life, not ever. Not even close. And I can say that because, I believe that we meet in every timeline. I never believed in fate or destiny before I met you.

When I saw you in Dr. T's class, it was the most fucked up thing because I just knew. I just knew. I felt the presence of your body in Dr. L's class, sitting behind me. I felt your... vibrations. It sounds so dumb to say it like this, but I did. And I think you felt it too, strangely, and whether or not you understood it, I think maybe you loved me immediately. At least, you felt something enough to seek me out after not seeing me for an entire year. Why else were you still thinking about me after all that time?

Anyway, I knew by October 5th.

By the beginning of December, I was so in love with you that I started to become ill, like in those old Brontë novels. Leading up to the first day of my new job, I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep. I started to lose weight. And then I made you the voice recording which you did not enjoy, and you stopped talking to me for a few weeks, and I honestly thought I would die from heartbreak. Just like in those old novels. But I fought really hard to get you back, and I did, a little bit anyway.

But then we didn't talk for all of February and half of March. I wrote you two goodbye letters in fact, I think they're on Tumblr. I couldn't send them though, because I love you so desperately.

I know there are infinity timelines in which we get married, and have kids, and we're really happy together. I know there are timelines in which you are not afraid to love me too, passionately, endlessly, openly. I don't think I'm lucky enough to be in either of those timelines. But it's not my decision, it's yours.

What else can I say? You're all I think about, all I desire. The days that we don't talk pass in sheer agony for me. I cry all the time over you. I come all the time thinking about you. All my close friends know about you.

If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I would. If you asked me to wait ten years, I would, although I'm not certain I'd be alive. If you asked me to run away with you, to a ranch out west, to Washington D.C., if you asked me to live in LC with you, or Canada or Ghana, I would. If you asked me to have the kinkiest possible sex with you, I would.

I would do anything for you, because I love you. It's that simple. There is no shadow or hint of doubt in my heart. My love for you is real and pure and true.

I'm your dream woman, your trophy wife, your little slut, your brightside girl. I'm hopelessly devoted to you. I love you, T.

And even as you walk away from me, I'll love you. I'll love you until the day I die. And after.

Anyway, that's what I wanted to tell you in person. But maybe it's better this way. Because I have my doubts that you're ready to know all this. I guess my 93rd letter to you will be about telling you all of this finally.

And now you understand why it's agony for me, to never hear you tell me that I'm beautiful, or that you like me, or want to see me or date me, or that you want to be my man. That you love me. [Author's note: What do you suppose are the chances of him ever writing a love letter back to me?]

You say only the strong survive; you probably perceive my love for you as a weakness, or your own feelings for me as weakness, whatever they may be.

And I say to you, love is the only thing worth living for. It's the only thing worth dying for, worth risking it all for. We were put on this earth by God to love and be loved. That's it. And all that matters to me is my all-consuming love for you.

One last thing: Life is really, really short. You think you have time; you don't. You think there will always be chances and opportunity and next time; there won't be.

Personally I'm waiting for the day when the doctors tell me that I inherited it from my mother after all. And then I'll be counting my life in days, not years. And in that respect, I'm glad that you know. In this timeline, before I die, you know.

I think that's everything. You have my heart now, do with it what you wish. It's yours.

I love you, T