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[gulliblelemon]

For the fic ask meme: I wish you'd write a fic where wilmon write an urban fantasy romance series together, like that one married couple under a shared pseudonym. And maybe they havent met yet but they are writing these romance sections back and forth and falling in love with the way the other one talks about love

I love this idea so much and I finally feel comfortable enough in it to admit to having received it 😅

I have written most of THE scene, the one near the end that I need everything to be working towards, the opening two scenes, and some bits and pieces in between that came to me in late-night-cycling-home epiphanies.

So even if it never becomes a whole THING, it’s definitely already something.

So far (although this may very well change), the first sentence is:

Simon slams backspace until it erases all the way to the start of the word ‘actually’.

[skibasyndrome]

for now we're falling like snow, 1, 20

Hi phnelt! Thank you so much for this ask (and sorry for taking forever to reply waaaah) 💜💜💜

1. How long did it take you to write this fic?

Hmmm, not that long at all, but also forever, lmao. I actually got the initial idea somewhere at the beginning of December. I wanted to write something sort of seasonal, even if I didn't want to write a traditional Christmas fic. But with life happening, writing lows and a general lack of motivation I discarded the idea after a few sentences for an outline. But I thiiiink it was after Christmas that I started to seriously work on it again and then it only took a couple of more of less intense sprinto sessions and evenings at my desk. I struggled surprisingly little with motivation during the actual process for this one.

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

Hmm. I thiiiiink that there's nothing in particular in that one that I wish people had noticed more? I was surprised by the amount of positive comments and just in general the love this fic got.

But, okay, this is a little silly, but I've talked about this before with friends and it's just my curse as a smut author to get less detailed comments on the smut. Which isn't bad at all! And I totally get it! But idk, (and this is another inside joke from the group chat), nobody ever really shows up and goes "great rimming!" which... yeah, I know, it would be kind of funny, but also... idk. I wouldn't mind hearing about people's more specific takes on my fics, even if it's smut, but that's not just for this fic and it's also something I do really get. But, you know, if anyone has any opinions of that sort, this is me telling you it's fine to comment on them under my fics or in my inbox if you ever do feel so inclined!

Thank youuuu 💜

Ask me behind-the-scenes fic questions <3

[saynomorefic]

Fic ask me: I wish you'd write the my perfect weatherman au and take the angst to 11

🙈🙈🙈🙈 don't push me because I will do it

this is in reference to an adaptation of my personal weatherman (tv version) aaand if you want to know more you're gonna have to mssg because reasons

Send me fic ideas/ tropes/ etc you'd like me to write!

[gmmtv-bl-tournament-but-evil]

SOTUS is good!! It's good now, it's still good today. It's great as a historical document but it's also fun to watch! The pacing is really fluid and nice. SOTUS sets up each character and their relationship and never takes for granted that they're going to get together. It sold me on the pairing and took the space to do it. I wish more bl took the space to do that. Kongpob is the goodest boy.

Also Jan is a lesbian!!!

While I have my own opinions on SOTUS, your passion on the subject is inspiring. I hope this ask manages to change at least a few minds!

I, unfortunately, have already voted but I'm sure many others have not. Good luck, my dedicated friend.

[brofisting]

@phneltwrites, for the fic rec meme: 💚

this day, too, by acastle EXO (K-pop RPF), Kim Minseok (Xiumin)/Park Chanyeol, Explicit, ~72k

Minseok is the leader of Nation's Group CBX. Chanyeol is the childhood sweetheart he hadn't seen in almost a decade, their history with a bitter ending he'd rather forget. One day, their paths cross again when Chanyeol is hired as their newest music producer.

[k-pepp]

send this to all your favourite moots and grow a garden! KEEP THE GARDEN GROWING!🌼💚🌱💚🌻 :)

Phnelt!! Out here doing the gardening dance for youuu! 💜💜

[purplehoodiesandclementines]

Afghsjelkakkksjsj not a drill not a drill 🤩

This is literally the best thing that could have happened tonight - especially after the newest chapter of "Even If It's Just Us" by queerfrogprince @thewaterloovases has left me in complete shambles (still, thank you for that! 😭 It was heartbreaking and I would do it again)

In urgent need of some fluff. 💜 (or whatever else you've got in store for us, I'll happily gobble it all up)

@pagegirlintraining @gulliblelemon I know you're right there squealing alongside me 🥳💜

Heyyyy so anyone want some canon divergence wilmon exes fake dating? They're very dramatic about it.

Land Between Our Bodies | rated T | probably ~50k

Chapter 1 here on ao3!

Snip:

Simon holds up his phone on his notes app. He’s been brainstorming. It reads: Hi, Wilhelm. Sorry to message you but I’m having a situation at school with some bullies that I could use your help with. I get if you don’t want to. Thanks.

“Wow, no emoji. So businesslike.” Rosh is so mean to him.

Simon groans. “It’s really hard! What am I supposed to say? Hey, remember how we had one last night together and we said goodbye and I never gave you a birthday present and then the school closed? Well. Can you pretend the breaking up part didn’t happen to get some assholes off my back?”

“Maybe the difficulty of writing the message should clue you in to the badness of the plan,” Rosh argues.

[sjmonswjlle]

YOUNG ROYALS FAVES FEST 2024 | @youngroyals-events Favorite fanwork 💜

There are so many fanworks that I love, so I want to thank everyone who takes the time to create and share their content with us. You're all awesome and sooo talented. I'm obsessed with your gifs, art, photosets, ficlets, fics, etc.! In no particular order, I want to give a shout out to a few blogs:

@earlgrey-lateatnight, @unfortunate17, @wilmon, @gulliblelemon, @kruemel8, @hergrandplan @in-amor-veritas, @phneltwrites, @vvachillessongvv, @iwouldnevergetintofanfic, @jordensgolde, @pagegirlintraining, @dreamyelectronicmusic, @willesredlights, @bubblesandroses8, @sobadbad, @enjoythesilentworld, @bigalockwood, @skibasyndrome, @wildcalendula, @loren91 and so many more <3

[youngroyals-events]

Kinktober wrap-up and some news

October is over and with it, a successful first Young Royals Kinktober!

We want to profusely thank all of you who participated in any capacity, as well as those who cheered on our writers and artists with likes, comments and such.

I know you're curious to see who made a bingo, so here's the list (which can be wrong, since we're only human, so let us know if you think your name is in the wrong category).

Starting with the PARTICIPATION MEDALS 🏅. You didn't make any bingos, but we still loved that you shared your fanworks with us!

@bluedalahorse

@crownedwille

@earlgrey-lateatnight

@enjoythesilentworld

@iwouldnevergetintofanfic

@margotdanslebois

@pwdd1

@saynomorefic

@stretchoutfics

@the-words-we-sung

@vvachillessongvv

@wildcalendula

And now, the ones who made a BINGO. You're all awesome. Here, have a cookie. 🍪

@andthatisnotfake

@phneltwrites

@the-impala-is-my-home

@sapph1cyearning

Next, the ones who made a SUPER BINGO! Incredible! You can have a whole cake 🎂!

@shouldntbearevolution

@skibasyndrome

And finally, the ultra rare, ultra incredible, ultra magnificent, ULTRA BINGO! Only one person managed this feat and we're all so thankful! You can have all the treats! 🍪🎂🍑🍌🍆

@willesredlights

As for the news, well... Although we mentioned we'd take a break at the end of the year, we decided on a different, quick event by the end of the year. Stay tuned...

[unfortunate17]

May Never Make it Out Challenge

Post a 1-5 paragraph excerpt of a WIP / fic idea that may never make it out of your drafts but is near and dear to your heart

thank you to @tooindecisivetopickaurl and @in-amor-veritas for the tags. I'll no-pressure tag @skibasyndrome @spennufall @malinowaj @phneltwrites and @hergrandplan

here's a very self indulgent science fiction au that i've been working on on & off for over year. i actually have more than 12k written it's just too weird to actually share LOL but...here's like 3k of it ♥️

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SIMON: SESSION 3

"I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" Wilhelm asks, trying to keep his voice calm. Erik's words from last night are still fresh in his mind as he makes his way from the entrance to the middle of the room where the two chairs stand as usual.

Simon's seated on the floor this time, cross-legged. Wilhelm hesitates before taking his usual seat on the chair instead of joining Simon on the floor. The boundaries between them are still a little blurred. It’s difficult to understand what would startle Simon and what would make Wilhelm himself uncomfortable.

"It's not a song," Simon clarifies, a bit unnecessarily as there’s no piano in this room, "It's - a surprise. You have to close your eyes." Wilhelm watches as Simon gets to his feet, eyes subconsciously tracing a path from his slim shoulders to his slender waist. By the time he manages to rip his gaze away, a faint shade of pink is dusting across Simon's cheeks. Strange for someone without blood. "Wille is that okay?"

“What?”

Simon smiles like he’s heard a very funny joke. “Can you close your eyes?”

"Oh - yeah, sure," Wille nods. He curls his fingers into his sweats and shuts his eyes.

"I'm going to leave the room for a minute."

Wilhelm opens his eyes, a sound of protest rising in his throat, "You - has Erik said -"

"I'm just going back to the bedroom," Simon explains patiently. If Wilhelm's sudden reaction has piqued his curiosity, he doesn't let it show. "The passages are connected. I won't be anywhere I don't belong."

Simon's already halfway to the door before Wilhelm can get himself to respond to the wry words thrown his way. "It's not that you don't belong," he finds himself arguing. Simon freezes at the doorway, but he doesn't turn around to face him. "That’s not what I meant."

The response comes after a long moment of silence. "I'm not like you, Wille," Simon says softly, "Now please close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise."

Wille shuts his eyes. Mostly because he doesn’t know what to say.

The room is silent without Simon, the only sound is his own shallow breathing and the faint ticks from the CCTV cameras moving about the room. Simon is watched twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Wille’s not quite sure how he hasn't asked about them yet, how he manages to live - exist, whatever - like that. He knows that if he were in Simon’s place, he would’ve gone insane by now..

Simon is gone for less than a few minutes, but it feels like much, much longer. The room is uneasy without him, like something is not quite right.

When Wilhelm hears the door slide open again, he squeezes his eyes shut harder, bursts of multicolored dots appearing behind his eyelids. "Simon?"

There's a warm hand on the back of his neck. Wilhelm jumps, his eyes flying open involuntarily. He swallows at the sight before him. His tongue feels like it’s stuck to the roof of his mouth.

"Is it a stupid surprise?" Simon asks quietly, a hint of uncertainty coloring his voice.

Wille thinks he’s forgotten how to use his vocal chords. He shakes his head, keeping his eyes trained on Simon's as he reaches out to gently take one of his translucent hands in his own.

A smile flickers across Simon's features then, eyes squinting in happiness, tongue pressed to the backs of his white teeth. He relaxes, shoulder’s loosening. "How do I look?" he asks, "Do you like it?"

Wilhelm leans back in his chair, scanning him from head to toe. Black boots with little zippers up the sides, dark jeans covering the length of his legs. His arms are covered by a soft looking navy sweater; the peek of a white tee shirt visible through the V-neck. "Yeah,” he nods roughly, “You look - nice." Every nerve in his body must be burning, Wille thinks hysterically, what with the fucking heat Simon's body seems to give off.

"I spent a long time picking it out," Simon admits, squeezing his fingers, "I wanted to - I wanted you to like it. Like me. Sometimes it looks like you do, but you're embarrassed by it. So I thought, if I was more like you, then - you might."

Wille pulls his hands away, noting the way Simon flexes his wired fingers as though he misses the feel of it. "What're you doing?"

"I -" Simon looks at him, wide-eyed. Innocent. "I want us to go on a date."

Wilhelm stands from his chair, steps a few feet to his right in order to take in Simon's delicate frame. He hesitates, then decides that the question probably isn't as loaded as he's making it out to be. "Okay," he says, as casually as he can muster. His pulse is jackhammering. "That sounds like fun. Where would we go?"

Simon's expression ripples, something catching his features far too quickly for Wilhelm to read. "A movie," he says, "An ideal place to observe culture, ideals of beauty, self, and fantasy. Then maybe a walk through a busy street. We'd get a concentrated but shifting view of human life."

Wilhelm stays silent.

"Do you think about me when we're not together?" Simon asks now. He takes a step forward. When Wille doesn't move back, he seems to take it as a sign to close the space between them entirely. He fists a robotic hand in Wilhelm's long-sleeve. His voice is smooth, sexual in a way Wilhelm has never heard. "Because I think about you, Wille. I like to think about you watching me on the cameras."

Wilhelm thinks this is what it means when people say their life is flashing before their eyes. His breathing is obviously unsteady and he wishes he'd worn jeans, or at least thicker pants. He's embarrassingly hard on camera and Simon's done nothing but talk to him. "Simon," he begs, "I’m not sure what you - "

"You give me indications that you're attracted to me," Simon whispers, fingers smoothing across his chest. He tugs at the waistband of Wille’s sweats, "Your micro-expressions are - "

"I'm not sure how micro they are," Wilhelm grits, teeth clenched. He tries to imagine Erik in the observation room, tries to conjure up the image of him watching his exchange with muffled laughter. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to calm the rush of blinding lust that pools in his stomach at the way Simon’s blinking up at him, eyes deep and dark and wide. He takes a shuddering breath and pulls Simon’s hand away from his pants.

Immediately, Simon's face falls. He takes a step back, "I'm sorry," he says, "You���re aroused, but also uncomfortable."

Now, Wilhelm's face feels like it’s on fire. His gaze darts up to the cameras, their steady, blinking almost incriminating. "It’s fine, Simon. Our time is - I'll see you tomorrow, okay?."

The acute disappointment on Simon's face makes him want to take back the words at once. He swallows, turning towards the door. But, Simon stops him once again, his fingers brushing the edges of Wille’s shoulder blades.

"Will you ever take me on a date?" Simon whispers. It sounds like the words are being torn from his body.

Wilhelm closes his eyes, trying to keep his breath steady. "I don't know," he admits, more honest than he’d have preferred to have been in this room. "Have you ever been outside this facility, Simon?"

"No," Simon murmurs. His hand smooths across Wilhelm’s back. "I've never been outside these two rooms."

Wilhelm nods. He turns slightly to remove Simon's arm from his back, the grip of his hand wide around Simon's clothed elbow. The touch is different somehow, more charged than anything they've shared before.

"Will you take me?" Simon asks again, "Wille?"

And Wilhelm needs to leave. Right fucking now.

________

Wilhelm’s breathing hard by the time he’s out of the room, the ghost of Simon’s fingers still dancing on his neck, his face an ever-present image in his mind. He leans against the table in the observation room, ignoring the way Erik’s watching him closely..

“What the fuck,” he manages at last, his voice sounding hoarse to his own ears, “What in ever-loving fuck was that?”

Erik simply calmly adds another spoonful of sugar to his tea. He's leaning back lazily in his chair, screens still blown up with the view of the now empty room. Wilhelm decidedly doesn't look to see where Simon is now. “What was what, little brother?”

“What was he doing?” Wilhelm’s all but yelling now, “Why is he - he’s coming on to me. Why would you make him do that?”

Erik takes a sip of the steaming liquid, an amused expression spreading across his face, “You’re the only other person he’s ever met besides me and I’m basically his father. Doesn’t seem too far-fetched that he’s got a bit of a crush.”

“Fuck,” Wilhelm runs a hand through his hair, trying to get his racing heartbeat under control. “Why would you do that?” He asks finally, “Give him - a sexuality?”

Erik sets down his cup and leans forward on his elbows, “Why not? Sexuality is a fundamental aspect of human life. According to most psychologists, sex is considered a primary reinforcer.” He snorts, “Gives him something to look forward to with you around now.”

Wilhelm takes a seat gingerly on the edge of the table, knee bouncing almost involuntarily. “Why me though? Why make him attracted to his tester?” He tries to keep his question as neutral as possible, but it’s obvious from the way Erik’s face twists with perverse pleasure that he’s given too much away.

“You're asking me if you can fuck Simon, right?” Erik laughs, open-mouthed and shameless.

Wilhelm cringes, cheeks blazing, “No - fuck you, Erik. That’s not what I -”

“You can,” Erik throws him a smirk, “His body is wired with neurotransmitters. He has a complex network of signal paths that mimic nerves. Strip him of those clothes he's just put on for you and he's anatomically accurate, a concentration of sensors down there. If you engage him in the right way, it'll create a pleasure response, and he'll give as good as he takes. He'll even finish, even if the actual mechanics of him coming - ”

Something in Wilhelm runs cold at the words. He steels his back, tries to make himself look as tall as possible even if Erik could stand and dwarf him with mass alone. “That’s not what I fucking asked,” he says darkly.

“Maybe not," Erik mulls as he gets to his feet, "But it’s what you want to know.”

"No it isn't," Wilhelm argues hotly as he follows Erik out of the room. Instead of taking the staircase to the right back up the kitchen and living room, they make a left turn at the end of the corridor. There's a completely new hall here, one that Wilhelm's never seen before. Not for the first time, he wonders how big the facility really is, why one lonely man would need so much space.

They walk in silence for a minute, passing a range of anatomically accurate paintings, mostly of naked young men and women. Wilhelm doesn't ask about them, keeping his eyes trained on Erik’s back. "I want to know," he says instead, repeating his thought from earlier, "why you made him attracted to me - his tester. Why program him like that? Is this to cloud my judgment? A defense tactic or something?"

Erik snorts unkindly. They stand in front of a smooth metallic door, much like the other ones he's seen around in the hallways. Erik clicks the button on his remote door slides open with a smooth hiss. "You don't have access to this room. Just saying."

"Erik," Wilhelm grits, "Why is Simon flirting with me?"

"For fuck's sake, Wille," Erik's voice is tense, coiled, clearly irritated and condescending all at once. "I programmed him to be gay, just like you were programmed to be fluid or whatever the fuck you’re calling yourself this month."

Wilhelm frowns as he steps through the doorway, "Nobody programmed me to be anything."

They're in some sort of lab, smooth glass cases covering bits of blue gel, boxes - clear and cardboard - line an entire wall, most of them filled to the brim with papers to the point where the lids strain outwards. Along his left are sections of android bodies - limbs, torsos, hands - lined in glass cabinets. Towards the back of the room are more parts, specifically a collection of heads. Skull-forms, some with complex carbon-fiber and pneumatic muscle structures, ready to frown or smile. All are noticeably missing the synthetic meshed-flesh covering that Simon has. A row of synthetic faces hang separately up on armatures, much like hats on hat-stands, waiting to be worn.

In the middle of the room is what appears to be an operating table.

Erik moves towards it, picking up a skull as he goes. "Don't be ridiculous," he rolls eyes, clearly amused, "You decided to be queer? No, of course you didn't - you were programmed by a complex combination of nature and nurture. Just like Simon has been programmed." He motions for Wilhelm to follow him as he sets the skull down on the smooth metal of the table. "And frankly, this sounds like your insecurity talking. You're attracted to him; he's attracted to you. His flirting isn't an algorithm, because for the record, I didn't program him to like you."

Wilhelm allows the words to sink into his skin for only a moment before he stomps down on the giddy warmth that irrupts in his stomach. For fuck's sake, he's a scientist; he needs to stop thinking like a teenager with a crush. "Is this where you built him?"

Erik watches him for a long moment, clearly interested by the change of subject, or more accurately, Wilhelm's need to change the subject. "His version of the womb if you will. Want to know the biggest challenge when it came to making him?" Wilhelm moves to nod before he realizes that it's a rhetorical question, "Facial expressions. Humans read and express them on a basic level, we're born with it hardwired into us - they span every culture, every language. It ended up being the main downfall of some of the earlier prototypes - "

"Earlier prototypes?" Wille can't help but jut in. Realistically he knows that Erik's been working on this little hobby of his for over a decade, there had to have been other models, simpler ones, ones that didn't work as well. It's still a strange idea though, that there were others before Simon. That there might be others after him.

Erik raises a dark eyebrow at him. "You thought he was alone - the only one?"

"No," Wilhelm admits, "I just - I knew he wasn't the first. But I did think he'd be the last." His voice is tighter than he'd anticipated, a fierce curl of protectiveness that’s obvious even to himself.

"You feel bad for him, little brother?" Erik leans against the table, looks him dead in the eye.

Wilhelm shakes his head, tries not to let his voice betray him.

Then, Erik sighs. "Simon doesn't exist in isolation - not any more than you and I do, at least. He's part of an evolutionary continuum, version 12.8 to be exact. Every version gets a little bit better, a little bit closer to that all-consuming fear. The androids that'll make the human race obsolete."

Wilhelm cracks a weak smile despite himself. He rolls the thought around in his mind like a marble. "So - do you think he's it? You know - singularity?"

There are a few beats of silence, nothing touching the moment except for the sound of their breathing, even though Wilhelm feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. He wants to know the answer almost as badly as he doesn't.

"I don't know," Erik says at last. He shoots Wilhelm a strange look, "Shouldn't you be telling me?"

"Fair enough," Wilhelm reasons, cocking his head. "Anyway, what about facial expressions?"

"Christ," Erik shakes his head, runs a hand through his salt and pepper hair, huffing a laugh. "He really does make you emotional doesn't he." Wilhelm flushes despite himself, "I hacked everything," Erik says abruptly.

Wilhelm blinks, "You - "

"I took all the data pouring in from cameras, cell-phones, every single one, across the globe - and redirected it through social media. Gives you a limitless supply of human facial and vocal interaction. Simon's mind is made out of structured gel - do you know what that does, Wille?"

Wilhelm shakes his head, "I don't know what any of this does to be honest."

"Don't exactly blame you," Erik shrugs casually. He sets the skull on the table, before he pinches it with two fingers. Wilhelm watches in fascination as the gel keeps its form even after Erik lets go, hardening into its new shape. "This is state of the art stuff, hasn't been released to the public yet. Structured gel is a new building material my company found a few years ago. Earlier AI models always used circuitry, but we had to get away from that. Our minds don't necessarily work in sequences; it'd be inaccurate, simplistic. AI minds need to be able to restructure and rearrange at a molecular level, but still hold their structure when required. For example, Simon’s mind holds still for memories, but shifts for thinking."

Wilhelm reaches down to poke at the skull. It feels like Jell-O, but tougher somehow, more durable. "What about the software?"

Erik smirks, "You're a thinking man, Wilhelm. Why don't you give me your best guess?"

"Social media," Wilhelm guesses. Then, he huffs a breath of laughter. “I guess, since you need to filter his data, social media is perfect - it gives you the ability to work with dense graphs based on familiarity rather than raw data from search engines. Most companies use social media to map out profits, what items are popular, who's trending.” At Erik’s encouraging nod, he continues. “It's a map of people's thoughts. But not just not a map - it's - it's more like a - blueprint. Because it's not what they're thinking, but how they're thinking, isn't it? It makes it so that Simon can be fluid and patterned, but also impulsive and chaotic."

Erik gives him an appraising look, clearly impressed. "Well done, Wilhelm. I hope this'll help you in future sessions."

Wilhelm stills, hand faltering where he reached for the gel skull again. "What do you mean?"

"I'm showing you this so you'll remember," Erik's gaze is cool, collected, casual, but it makes Wilhelm feel like he's been dunked in ice water. "Simon is not a boy. By definition, he has no gender, no sexuality, no identity. He's synthetic gel and hydraulics."

Wille averts his gaze from Erik to the skull on the operating table.

“A machine.”

[gulliblelemon]

hiiiii 💚 7, 9, 15, 17, 21 for anywhere with you?

Hiiiiii! 💛

Thanks for the ask.

[As with the others, spoilers below]

7 What inspired the idea for the plot?

I can’t remember! I had an empty document titled ’cruise ship Wilmon’ for the longest time. I’ve been on a cruise, and they’re so obnoxiously decadent that it felt like a good setting for a story about wealth, and a good alternative for a non-royal Wilhelm. Plus… intense closed space. Bubbling chemistry. PERFECT. The actual plot itself was kind of inspired by Dirty Dancing: secret relationships, false accusations, people making assumptions and throwing around their privilege.

9 Was there anything from canon that you pulled for this fic?

Probably lots. But it’s hard to tell exactly when this was so AU. Simon singing and Wille falling in insta-love. Wille having been thrust into a role he doesn’t want. And then obviously Wille chasing Simon at the end.

15 Was there anything you had to research for this fic? Do you usually do a lot of research?

I am terrible. I usually do as little research as I can get away with. But I do like things to be realistic if they can be. I mainly pulled from my own experience on a cruise, but I did read a load of blog posts about what working on a ship was like; the living quarters, schedules, hierarchies, who’s in charge of what, that sort of thing. I also researched ship routes - that was boring; and also what wildlife you can expect to see in certain oceans for a scene that never made it in. And I had a personal account for the seasickness and they just said ”Well make sure you really ham it up because it’s was literally the worst 3 days of my life”.

17 What was the hardest scene to write?

Maybe the sex scene? It was the first time I’d ever written something not ’fade to black’, so it took a lot of self-encouragement. Actually, I’m changing my answer, probably anything to do with the main crisis. It was horrible to write the accusation and all the consequences.

21 What is something you didn't expect people to notice or gravitate towards in this fic?

Ooh this is a good question! And I don’t know if I have an answer for this fic. People liked Henry more than I thought! He was just a plot device, but he was a fun one…

[Ask me about fic writing]

[grounded-parasocial]

Hi! Wondering if you have any current fave fics recs? 💌

Hey Anon, thanks for the Ask 😊

Ok Ok current faves…My bouncy brain has a lot of trouble picking favorites, and I’m on vacation so I’m deep in the reads. But if I keep it tight to like the last few days I think I can do it!

Land Between Our Bodies @phneltwrites -the most current chapter had me vibrating with so many feelings!

Futile Devices @jordensgolde - I wait at the edge of my seat every week for this update!

Hard to Break @simons-purplehoodie - this is new new and I am already holding my breath with what pain may come!

The honeymoon suite @stretchoutfics -this one was just so so so good!

Align by Ripki- I have never read anything that evokes so much in so few words!

heavy is the head @prncewilhelm -I don’t know how I managed to miss this one, but when the new chapter dropped and everyone was buzzing, I got to catching up!

I’m going to stop there or we will be here all day 🙃

I hope you have a great day! 💜

[saynomorefic]

2024 fandom review

Ty for tagging me @willesredlights @phneltwrites @grounded-parasocial <3

This is going to be a mishmash of formats I've seen, so thanks everyone for giving me ideas

Fics written

I started watching and writing YR this year, so 2024 has really been huge for me in returning to fandom and fic writing. I wrote 27 works (plus tumblr ficlets) and 117k words, by far the most I've written!

First fic posted in 2024: You Kill Me (WIP) 2024-02-06

My love letter to Young Royals. Anyone who has read this, thank you and sorry, it's deeply personal and my raw initial reaction to watching the show.

Last fic posted in 2024: Ghosts of Simons Past 2024-12-23

Silly little christmas fic!

Fav fic I've written: Let's take this overboard (WIP) 2024-06-25

My Mediterranean yacht AU! Ah my beloved. Thank you to everyone for showing this story love. It's still going, I'm just putting the pieces together. How do you pick a direction when you have so many?

It's been a big year of writing :) I haven't written creatively for about 9 years, so it's safe to say Young Royals and this community have ignited a creative spark I didn't know I had in me. When I was a kid my dream was to be a writer. Getting emotional here, but it's hitting me that in a way, that dream has come true in a way! I know fanfic is not technically professional writing, but in a way it's cooler - we don't get to just message our favorite "real" authors whenever we want, nor do bigger authors get to experience being in a club of writers like this! (actually I wouldn't know, but w/3).

Thank you to every single person who has sat down and read my little stories, you guys truly don't know what you have given me and how much it means.

Fics read under the cut <3

Fics read

I can't give a number, but I have bookmarked 117 fics since 2024-02-11, and it's safe to say I've read at least 4x that.. so uh.. it's a lot :''))

This is a list of favs after going through my bookmarks, and definitely not an exhaustive list of all the fics I've read and loved from this past year. Thank you to ALL writers out there for your amazing work <3

First fic I bookmarked/ read: objects in motion by Capiche

Last fic I read: Under the Mistletoe by @vvachillessongvv (so cute!)

Some favorites I've read this year:

Stairway to Heaven by @unfortunate17

the person responsible for finding young royals, and this was one of the very first fics I read! Heartbreaking and wonderful.

Something Real as Pain by @crownedwille

I love how this story directly engages with power differences between Wilhelm and Simon, and I'm so proud of these two <3

be the place you call your home by @phneltwrites

I love them so much. No one does post-canon like you! such a unique writing voice and characterizations to match <3

Faroe Gone by @groenendaelfic

Pining Simon. Pining Wilhelm. Remote island-farm-cottage sex. What more could you want?

We Left Footprints When We Passed By by @in-amor-veritas

One of the first long fics I read, and these two will never leave me.

darling, lost in the darkling woods by Ripki on ao3

honorable mention to Align, but this noir gripped me like no other.

Fright Fest! by @enjoythesilentworld

I adore everything about this, horrorific, whumpy and visceral <33

sleep, dream, you, repeat (live, die next to me) by @espejonight28738

This little gem! The Midsommar AU. So so good, so well written.

bittersweet ecstasy (I pick my poison and it's you) by wthbaby (ao3)

An amazing ABO fic that's more werewolf /fantasy than anything!

The initiation - sorry if we got a bit rough by @silvagrey

A really interesting look at the aftermath of Wilhelm's initiation ritual, and a type of canon divergence I've never seen!

A Glimpse of Us by @simons-purplehoodie

An early love, read this in April and was swept away.

Look at us by @willesredlights

So hot, so sweet, and bonus that it was a gift for me! <33

to color with two by @wildcalendula

I love the way they communicate about sex here. So tender and loving and lovely. Just this whole series!

The Way We Were by queerofthemonth (ao3)

Damaged popstar Simon. Sad Kronprins Wilhelm. Fuck.

Cock by @stretchoutfics

Just so much to say about pining and sexuality crisis Wilhelm. It feels so realistic, and I love their communication here.

One, two, three (Not only you and me) by @skibasyndrome

So much communication, so much trust, so much honesty. And the LAPDANCING? Also, thank you so much for every kinktober contribution, promise we are all very grateful <3

Where We Left Off by @gulliblelemon

So tender, they will literally be in my heart forever. It's time to re-read!

come closer and see into the dark (WIP) by @bigalockwood

I can't decide what's better, unique magical ghosts or juicy slow burn interpersonal relationships at the YR ghost agency. Love <3

losing a friend is the hardest part by psyanky on ao3

God do a love break ups and second chances. And everything psyanky writes.

We're Going to Be Friends (Lilac Grove) by wilmonlibrarian on ao3

I'm so in love. Borrower Simon is adorable, and it blows my mind how this author created this whole world.

I am awaiting you (WIP) by @toffeelemon and thatgayprince (pls help me tag on tumblr!)

I am so in love with Princess Simon and Wille here. Uadhakjsdha

i've got power in my hands (and it's yours for the taking) by @starvalisedham

The library fight from August's POV. There are LAYERS here, and I love how much is up to interpretation reg. his perception of Wilmon.

maybe now maybe here tonight by @dreamyelectronicmusic

I love a getting back together fic, and the writing! I'm in awe.

My Home for All Time by @hergrandplan

Amazing contributions for Wille's month! Every ficlet and morsel.

words written down by @caramelpenguin

Every single one. how do I pick? Thank you for always sharing these beautiful snapshots with us <3

this is the golden age of something good and right and real (Painter AU) series by @alltoowille

I couldn't choose bc the first part was INSANE. and then I read it and realized there was 50k+ after? Think I ascended. Thank you <3

and last but not least obviously by @grapehyasynth

Changed me. Changed how I write, and then changed me again.

Final reflections

I wanted to say I loved helping celebrate Wilmonhits5k on ao3, and big thanks to everyone who participated through fic recs and commenting.

I have to mention the people that keep this fic world turning through fic recs, making gifs, fandom engagement, and more! @simonsapelsin @youngroyals-events @kruemel8 @sillyunicorn @grounded-parasocial @books-books-smolderinglooks @impossibleknots @sillylittleflower and too many more to list. You guys are truly the best <3

If we have never chit chatted, feel free to come say hi! <3 Happy new year to you all, and here's to more YR magic in 2025.

[grapehyasynth]

frosty funday sunday!

@a-noble-dragon tagged me - I don't think I have any flowers, but here's some other wintery outdoor snapshots.

tagging some folks from my recent notifs in case you want to share any lovely outdoor photos you may have recently taken:

@phneltwrites @norskheks @peakotp

@earlgrey-lateatnight @justfriendsbestthings @thefrizz13

@allthefakepeople @k-pepp @caprisun-cap

[brofisting]

tagged by @phneltwrites 🫡

tagging @sixohsixoheightfourtwo @hobbular @mangoamango @lotstradamus @itsc 😌

[k-pepp]

*boops your nose* 🌼💜 send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose 💜🌼

Phnelt!! hi dear 💜💜 Booping you back