#posting this wip so someone will bully me to finish it

[preeningpisces]

the devil took hold of me & forced my hand

[aloesarchives]

Domestic Headcanons w/ Mama!Reader and the Fushiguros #2.5: Teen!Mayumi (OC)

TW/Warnings: Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, unhinged crack, JJK OC(but not main x Reader), tons of swearing, Mayumi is truly a Gen Z kid

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns/Usage: She/Her, Mama/Mom

So, it's been awhile since I've actually posted anything. College, projects, life in general fuck my ass up frfr. On top of that, I got really bad writer's block and being burnt out. I've been spending time with family and friends and it's been giving me motivation to write again. So I'm trying to finish my long wips before my winter break ends!

I also made reference pics of Mayumi for anyone who's curious on what she would look like. These pics of Mayumi were based on my appearance since she's an self-insert combination of me and Toji lol. I had to work with what I got to visualize her. If you has questions or wanna ask more about her, feel free to drop an ask in my inbox!

(Credits to the creators of the photo generators from Piccrew and Storior. I didn't create the generators but used them to create these pics)

Preteen!Mayumi:

Teen/Highschool!Mayumi:

Mayumi wasn’t a menace or a problematic child. Nothing was too extreme that required strict parenting. As she grows up, she’s not as rebellious as you imagined. She only talks back to Toji, never you. But even then, she’s setting her boundaries up and setting herself up. 

She’s in her own little world, doing her own thing. A go-getter if you will.

Only taking after the green eyes of your hubby, she is a mini version of you through and through. Performing well and evolving into an academic weapon of mass destruction. School has never been an issue for her or will be in the future. She is a competitive person at heart but stays humble as much as she can. She most definitely does Kendo, Kyūdō, and Karuta. You and Toji always go to her competitions. She’s always on the podium in first place. She’s only good because Toji’s the only one who has the physical prowess to match. And Toji doesn’t go easy on her during their training. But your daughter is grateful that her Papa supports her interests and wants her to succeed, which proves your point that you made the right choice in choosing a husband and father for your children.

But Mayumi in her teen years, she turns a complete 180 and becomes a mini Toji. A menace. 

She isn’t a bully nor picks on others. It’s the other way around, she is fully beefing with egotistical kids that think they’re all that and can do anything. Her reasoning is quite interesting because she’s trying to show them that the stuff they pulled off wouldn’t slide in the real world. She’s helping them out because the stuff they pulled can be digging their own graves if they mess with the wrong people. The bullies jump her off-school grounds and after school hours, too bad it leads them to either having a bruised complex, pride, or straight up CTE.

She never fought in school, no never. That's after-school activities for her. Even if that were to happen and you and Toji had to be called down, the only thing that matters to Toji is whether or not Mayumi won. But the answer is always the same, which is yes. That’s you as well but you had to be the reasonable parent in the situation. If any of the parents of the bullies trifle with you, you can pull your connection cards on them and it shuts them up good.

“Oh, you think your threats scare me? Bold of you to assume I could feel shaken by someone like you. It’s not like your company violated several labor and wage laws, or your money embezzlement affairs? Hm?”

Once she got to high school at Jujutsu Tech, no one wanted to shit on her because they all know they’ll get boxed up by her after hearing the things she’s done to people that tried her.

She never explained how she controls her impulses. She credits her strong will power but you remember your husband is Toji. And with that, you know her sudden urges to do something reckless/impulsive are watched under the supervision of her father. You know this because one day you saw her long jump over the koi pond in the backyard of your home. She cleared it with perfect form and footing. You’re dead when Toji starts teaching her optimal forms and techniques so she could have a higher vertical and be nimble in the air like he is. 

She isn’t a trouble-maker. She’s not as reckless or impulsive like others around her age. You ask her why she doesn’t participate in day adventures or nightly escapades. She said most of her friends have curfews and can’t be out late. All of them have different routines so it’s hard to find time to hangout on the weekends. Mayumi also said she doesn’t know what’s lurking at night and wants nothing to do with it. And She knows Toji will know whether she snuck out at night. But she doesn’t want to cause you and Toji any trouble so she either doesn’t get into trouble at all or does but it’s a situation she knows she can easily handle herself.

She is a certified Zen’in hater and the most vocal about it too. She really doesn’t acknowledge that half of herself and purposely avoids talking about them in a familial matter. 

She is definitely stealing Toji’s old clothes and adding them to her wardrobe. The jackets he doesn’t wear anymore? She stole them and is a part of her wardrobe. She says she is repurposing them when she really wants them. 

Most of her teen years were filled with K-pop, her aesthetic is Y2K for sure. The staples of her closet are cargo pants, those long retro denim skirts, oversized t-shirts and jackets.

Because Shui sometimes visits Korea for business, Mayumi is always asking him for a TWICE, New Jeans, or BTS vinyls. She gets him all three in her room on display and plays them when she wants to chill out in her room.

Mayumi likes to spend time with Maki, Mai, and Nobara. Trains with Maki alongside Toji. No wonder Mayumi is so good at fighting. She was literally taught by PEAK.

The sibling banter, oh my god. “Mom, get this Emo kid off his ass and tell him I need him to come with me to watch a movie!” “Why me? Can’t you ask Tsumiki or your friends?” “Ugh, because my friends are busy and Tsumiki-Nii won't come home until after her club. Plus, you’re not doing anything right now and today’s our weekly sibling bonding time!” Megumi groans and grumbles before getting up off the couch and grabbing his wallet. Or her saying, “Gumi-Nii, this is why you got no maidens” when Megumi told her to leave him alone when she went into his room to bother him. 

Megumi has to deal with her as he is the main victim of her antics. Getting teased and roasted endlessly. He knows everyone's footsteps and knows who coming. That's only because he needed to recognize when Mayumi is coming and needs to mentally prepare himself when interacting with her. This is what happens when Mayumi got your looks but Toji's personality.

Begs Megumi to bring out his shikigamis so she can take pictures of/with them. Putting silly accessories on them like bows and hair clips. She puts hats on his divine dogs or take pictures of them at funny angles.

Don’t get me started on her inheriting Toji’s shit talking and banter. Her snide remarks and roasts are creative and out of worldly that Toji takes mental notes. Prime example, upon learning Toji and Satoru’s “shared past”, her insult library grew. “Dad, I don’t wanna hear anything from you! I’m talking to the same man who had beef with a bunch of high schoolers because his pockets were itching!” Turns to you “Can’t believe you looked at this and thought, ‘Oh, I’m definitely gonna make him my husband and the father of my future kids.’” You raised an eyebrow at her when you looked up from your laptop, “Mayumi, Dearest, you can’t be saying that. If I never gave that man a chance, you, Megumi, and Tsumiki wouldn’t exist. Besides, if it wasn’t for me, your Papa would be seeing a Michael Jackson concert or be at a Tupac meet and greet right now.” On second thought, maybe she got the shit talking from you too.

Continuing on the previous thought, Mayumi will say the most out of pocket, unhinged, crazy type of insults and curses you will ever hear. A prime example of this was during the Tokyo-Kyoto exchange event in Mayumi’s first year Jujutsu Tech. It was a 1v1 tournament between the Kyoto and Tokyo students. Mayumi’s opponent happened to be a third year student from the Zen’in clan. As you were watching from the sidelines with Toji, you couldn't help but notice Mayumi’s expression. She was locked in and basically mean-mugging them. Any and all insults were brushed off and unfazed. As she expected, your daughter knew her distant relative would pick her a part for being a celestial restricted user and not having any curse energy. As the fight went on, Mayumi was getting annoyed. Not because her opponent was hard, oh no not that. She was annoyed by the fact her opponent was all bark and no bite. Like her opponent was legit trying but it wasn’t enough for her. She could’ve easily ended the match, Toji and you knew that from the start, but she wanted to hold out in case her fight would get interesting. Alas, it didn’t and Mayumi was disappointed as hell. As she would put it, she’s related to frauds. Her opponent was yapping away with the classic “You got lucky” and “this isn’t my full power” shit. Now she’s just getting mad that her opponent was absolute garbage. Her opponent said something that you couldn’t quite make out, but Toji did as he let out a huff. You guessed it set off Mayumi because she stared them with the iconic Toji glare, clenched fists and teeth, and said “Choke on my dad’s dick and get pegged by my mom, you damn fraud!” Then proceeds to give that Zen’in the most devious combo imaginable, it connected so well it would be a perfect score in any fighting game. The fight was over with the obvious winner being Mayumi. But you and Toji, stunned for a solid five seconds before bursting out in laughter. For as vulgar and out of pocket your daughter was for saying that, it was creative. Toji even had tears in his eyes because he was dying of laughter but also how proud he was of Mayumi. That combo was crispy and only his daughter could do something like that.

She is so much like Toji that when she was fighting a Zen’in member(s) (99% Naoya), she locked in and did a pose. She had this look in her eyes and her grin was done in a way that’s almost primal. Then everything clicks and she’s giving them flashbacks because she’s giving TOJI AURA. She’s reminding them of Toji and piecing them up like her Pops. As Mayumi likes to put it, she’s running it back to her papa. The get back on the Zen’in clan for Toji. And she fucking delivers, ate that shit up and left no crumbs behind. She’s infamously known to be compared to Toji in the Jujutsu world but she wears that shit with pride and honor. “Disrespect my papa, then I’ll give you guys that generational fade that even your descendants will feel the secondhand embarrassment that you’re their ancestors. Straight up Frauds.”

Forces Toji to take selfies with her. Just a teenage daughter dragging her dad around. She’s just a girl, your dearest daughter, just dragging your 6’1 boulder of a husband around. Doing those drink dates and posting them. 

Okay, in my Modern/Toji Lives Au, since Shui doesn’t dip out and go under the radar he has a presence in the kids' lives. Every Time he’s over, he and Toji are yapping away at each other. Every time Mayumi is about to go out, she stops by and greets Shui and Toji before leaving. Usually she would be out the door when she has to go somewhere but there’s always a five minute gap. Turns out, she waits for Shui to give her cash and leaves with at least  29,000 Yen(close to $200 US). Watching this unfold is sometimes jarring because your husband and his friend at one point in time wretched havoc in the Jujutsu/underground world. Now, they’re just two older guys, chilling on the engawa of your home, and having a drink.

Mayumi is running Satoru’s pockets. Gifts, money, anything you name it, he’s getting her something. Satoru told you that as the unofficial oldest child and brother, it’s his job to get gifts and provide some financial incentive to his younger siblings. Since this is voluntary for Satoru, Mayumi is taking full advantage of it. When Mayumi got to that age, Satoru even offered to pay for schooling if she wanted to go to college/university or study abroad. Toji felt a bit insulted with how Satoru was casually flexing his wealth right in front of him. But Toji being the guy with an eye for better deals, he’ll silently let Satoru spurge on Mayumi if it meant he didn’t have to spend a single dime on her.

Ends up having a popular social media presence because she went viral from a post that had you and Toji in it. It was caption with something like "I want what they have/ Why my standards in love are so high" and it's you and Toji doing domestic stuff with Toji having this loving look on his face and you giving him a soft tender expression.

She doesn’t take her account seriously and just posts fun stuff or things for shits and giggles. Probably makes Toji do trends with her or takes videos of him doing mundane things around the house that got netizens foaming at the mouth. Then netizens start foaming at the mouth and become rebid when they find out about you. Doing a mom reveal and people were asking in the comments your skincare/makeup routine, making barking noises, etc. Then she does a family reveal where she includes Megumi and Tsumiki and people say the most unhinged things.

“You guys need a table? I can be a table for you guys”

“If yall need a chair, I’m the best chair to sit on. I can hold everyone.”

“Bro, please, save some for the rest of us! Like, let me have a fighting chance! Please!”

It gets worse when she posts a picture or video of her hanging out with Satoru, Suguru, or Nanami.

When Mayumi reveals both you and Toji’s ages, she did a video of your secrets while you say something sweet and practical like family and dropping your skincare routine then there’s Toji’s portion of the video. Toji just says: “My wife” and that’s it, does not elaborate on it. When Mayumi presses on, Toji responds “Your mom, Mayumi. I mean, do I need to say anything else because I legit got nothing else, Sweetheart.”

She does those livestreams to answer questions, you sometimes watch them when you’re away from home. They make you feel better and you do get a laugh out of them. 

Mayumi doing a livestream: “How old is my dad–? Too old for you all! And he’s married! shows a picture of you in the livestream Married! He’s taken! So stay away from my father! Stay away from my father, guys!”

Did a livestream with you and Toji and the amount of time Mayumi had to chastise Toji because the stuff he says will get her banned is hilarious and you are just watching the carnegie unfold right before you.

She did one livestream with her friends doing the hear me out challenge. And one of them pulled out Toji’s picture and put it on the brownie cake. Mayumi: “gasps! That’s my dad! Why the hell did you guys put my dad in!?” It gets worse when her other friend puts a picture of you in there too. Everyone was laughing while Mayumi was straight up flustered and stressed. Poor girl, she doesn’t need to be reminded that everyone wants to bang her parents.

Mayumi begged you to do that trend where daughters put their mothers in their style/clothes. That post was a hit but Toji wasn’t home for that. So when she made a post of Toji’s reaction to the post where you’re wearing Mayumi’s Y2K clothing, it was a hit too. That’s because as Mayumi sends him the post and he watches the post on his phone, Toji watches the video before looking up at Mayumi, with her phone pointed at him, and saying, “You want a younger sibling, Mayumi?” And she lets out a scream that was perfectly cut at the end of the video. 

Toji definitely spends the most time with her, they are very close to each other. They vibe on another level that you know you can’t even get. You’re aware she confides about anything and everything to you but always goes to Toji first since he’s more empathetic of her situations and what she goes through.

She’s the extrovert of the family (if you weren’t already one) but spending time and being near her is fun and entertaining. Mayumi is the apple to everyone’s eye but knows when to be strong and stand ten toes when she needs to be. She’s still a kind, considerate, and compassionate person. She’s just more outspoken now that she’s a teenager and she’ll stand on that. She’s a wonderful mix of you and Toji and is a certified Gen Z kid who loves her parents and siblings.

Taglist:

@luqueam @ploylulla @tqd4455 @wolywolymoley @captainbabybear @ravenswife @tqd4455 @k-kkiana

Taglist(w/o links):

@szillx @SleppyAnn @g0th1xac1d @kneelarhmstrung

[hollow-lime-green]

AO3 Wrapped (hana's version)

Since I just did the fanfic writer interview post a while back, this will be short (although I love to yap so send me asks if there's anything you want to hear me yap about RE my writing this year). I'm going to keep it short - something I've never done before! New Year New Me.

Words Written: 139.8k (about 3 great gatsbies, I think)

Works Published: 5! All in the FIYM verse!

Fastest Work (per word): string theory

Slowest Work (per word): 2sorcs chapter 12, probably

Number of WIPs I'm Taking into 2025:

1 posted (2sorcs) I really really really wanted to finish 2sorcs this year, but alas, I did not. But then I'll be able to say I've been writing 2sorcs for two years!

4 in the drafts, also all for the FIYM-verse (man I should write other things)

Favorite Character to Write: Nanami!

I use him sparingly because his narration will get old if I overdo it, but it's such a delight to write him sometimes. As the straight man of 2sorcs, he gets to be an outlet for me to say "look, I know this inconcievably gay situation has jumped the shark multiple times, I know this is ridiculous."

Favorite Moment(s) I've Written:

"The Mario Bros Bully Sailor Satoru"

Kenjaku Reveal

Malevolent Kitchen as a real cooking show (based on Cutthroat Kitchen, which is my Roman Empire)

Hardest Thing I've Written:

The missions in 2sorcs, not even close. Oh my goodness that was such a bitch to write. I just wasn't happy with it for such a long time, until finally it clicked for me and I figured out what I wanted to do.

Some of my Favorite Lines and Jokes:

From string theory -

“...You’re self-conscious?” Suguru stares at him like he’s grown a second head. But Satoru feels like he isn’t even working with one functioning brain at this point, let alone two. I know I’m not the shape of someone you could love. “I…” Satoru bites his lip. He shrinks back as Suguru settles next to him on the bed. Please don’t hate me for wanting to pretend.

From 2sorcs -

“Maybe,” Suguru shrugged. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” “Mmmm. Very panopticon of you.” Panopticon? Suguru considered himself bisexual, but he was kind of fluid with labels.

also

You see, Kenjaku was not an artist, Kenjaku was a patron of the arts. Best to let the real artist work his craft. Of course, Kenjaku had theories about the plot. Multiple theories, in fact. These ‘anime-onlies’ (so to speak) were so invested in what would happen to their precious Starks, while true manga fans (in a sense) like Kenjaku were already well into arguing (on online forums) about the identity of Azor Ahai, The Warrior of Light, The Son of Fire, wielder of Lightbringer, the Prince That Was Promised. Anyway, if the old man didn’t get his shit together, Kenjaku would have to take steps. They had connections. All it would take would be a few galas, a donation here and there, and they’d be in the writers’ room by Season 7.

From relativity (I just posted this yesterday, so check it out if you haven't) -

Because every top in gay porn is some muscle hunk with a buzz cut, twenty tribal tattoos, and enough oil on their bodies that George W. Bush would accuse them of hiding WMDs in their pants. (And he’d be right).

This list is mostly inspired by @fushiglow's wrapped post! (Also thanks for the tag @marichild - since I have only really been writing in one ship/fandom this year, that set of question/answers wouldn't have been super interesting to read for my stats, probably).

[inequilibrium]

was looking through some of my wips and i think i will regret abandoning this one the most.

it's a hanahaki endgame fengqing piece with one-sided mulian and one-sided fenglian.

towards the end of these past 3 years of writing fengqing, i started feeling very awful about my writing and it stopped bringing me joy. i kept thinking that my fic and characterisation aren't something the fandom appreciates, and while yes i know, preference is a right, it's fine, it's not personal and i don't blame anyone. eventually it wore on me more than i realised.

but i still really do like what i have of this piece.

so posting this here for now. maybe i'll actually finish it one day.

~~~

The taste of flowers should be familiar to Mu Qing at this point. After all, it's coated the inside of his mouth for the better part of a millennium by now; the velvety touch of petals on the roof of his mouth, the odd sweetness when they broke apart on his tongue, the sting of bitterness of the leaves, all pulled together, of course, by the metallic taste of his own blood hacked out of his throat and lungs. A concoction of anyone's wildest dreams, he thinks wryly.

This sickness ought to be prettier honestly; carrying a secret garden inside of you made out of spurned, unwanted, sometimes entirely unnoticed love paints such a tragically romantic image. Unfortunately, it's just disgusting most of the time. Mu Qing stares down at the mess of broken flowers and blood in the basin and scoffs. Love is such a foolish emotion sometimes. Especially when it tries to dig its roots into someone who will never look his way. 

The first time he felt the tickle of petals in his throat was when the crown prince himself picked him out of the crowd, as if he was different, as if he was special. The moment was like magic, a miracle from a god's touch. Except it lasted for just a breath, dissipating into the reality of continued drudgery and mockery, blatant suspicion and disdain from everyone around him. Especially that bear of a youth who trailed the crown prince's steps, who was never more than an arm's length away, who looked at Mu Qing like he was an interloper, an unworthy recipient of the crown prince's generosity, and treated him as such. 

The singular good point of Feng Xin is he, at least, never bullied Mu Qing. For all the rage and vitriol he threw at him — that they threw at each other —, the suspicion he carried, the resentment– he never bullied. Too good for such actions perhaps, too self-righteous; Mu Qing does not care to find out. Feng Xin is a boor – vulgar and crude, and Mu Qing does not care to spend too much of his thoughts or time on him.

Except Mu Qing was Xie Lian's personal attendant and Feng Xin was Xie Lian's bodyguard. Which meant they saw each other every day, meant they spent long stretches of time in each other's company, even if they argued and fought and quarreled for most of it. Xie Lian dealt with them the same way he would probably have dealt with a pair of unruly children, sending them to different corners of any room they happened to be in, giving them chores they would have to complete together, and most commonly, forcing them to play an idiom game that Mu Qing always always bested Feng Xin in. 

It should have felt humiliating, but Xie Lian always smiled so sincerely and sweetly, and Mu Qing would never admit this, but part of him had just wanted to keep that smile safe. 

When Mu Qing left them both, so many centuries ago, the ever present flowers had smelt like decay, their taste like ash coating all over his tongue. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe Xie Lian’s rage meant love spurned; it was at best only disappointment at an inadequate servant. But it had felt good to be the one who was focused on, the one who was the target of that depth of emotion.

If it made him a masochist, maybe he would take it. 

[thatonetimetraveller]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @fishing4stars sorry it took me this long I was like ill do it on my pc and then i forgot lol

How many works do you have on AO3?

18 but 7 were written by @nocompromise-noregrets for Sigriel week and one by @sotwk for last year's thauc I was just doing the art for them so I have 10 fics there that I wrote. Most of them should be on the Masterlist

What's your total AO3 word count?

Total: 198,615

For fics I wrote: 191,574

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Sol'ca'nara bal Vencuyot Mand'alor by a wide margin like this fic has over 2300 kudos but I guess that's the star wars fandom for you lol This fic is a timetravel fic where Din goes back to the clone wars, he's also force sensitive. It's currently on hiatus but I am planning on returning to it once I get back into star wars

The Dreams of Men at 490 kudos This is basically a dreamling rescue fic. its abandonded as I lost intrest in the fic also I'd have to do major rewrites if I wanted to continue it which I just dont want to do

Ran Away at 250 kudos This is actually the first fic I posted on ao3 4 years ago wild. This is a aos spirk fic where Kirk runs away when he's like 13 and crash lands on Vulcan. It's also abandonned cuz I wasn't happy in the direction it was going (also I may have unintentionally triggered myself during the last chapter I wrote for it lol)

The Importance of Wing-Care at 320 kudos. A classic codywan wingfic with hurt/comfort. This the first completed fic here lol I wrote this one for Codywan week in 2022

With Stars in Their Eyes at 75 kudos which a shame cuz I am really proud of this one This is an explicit Legolas/Haldir/Aragorn kinda retelling of the FotR and Two Towers fic, I wrote for last year's TRSB and @fishing4stars did amazing art for it.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

So this may sound bad to some people but not really, it takes a lot energy out of me and I don't always have the spoons plus I get anxious about it Sorry to anyone who expects me to

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

Considering I tend to write mosly hurt/comfort I don't really know but if I have to pick i'd say Ran Away due to the chapter I left it off at is a clliffhanger where Spock is getting bullied.

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

I'd say Your Noble Heart Gives Me Hope cuz Bard and Thranduil get together at the end and this is generally the most fluffies fic I have lol

Do you write crossovers?

I want to so bad! Its just my crossover ideas always end up really elaborate and nieche so it's kinda at the bottom of my to write list but one day I will release the most obscure crossover fic watch me lol

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not to my knowledge, the most I recieved was minor grammar and spelling corrections

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

To date I've written two smut fics one was a lesbian dreamling fic that I orphaned (tho there's a link somewhere buried in my blog if you really want to find it lol) cuz I was embarressed by it the other is With Stars in Their Eyes which features 3 threesome and two m/m scenes so I guess I got over my embaressement

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, tho I give blanket premission for someone to do so just give me credit and maybe tag me so I can share it

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no and I probably won't cuz writing is very personal to me and I get anxious talking to people

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh man this is hard cuz it changes depending on which fandom im currently in and I am a multishipper but the one I keep returning to is McShep from Stargate Atlantis

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

If you mean already published WIPs then its gonna be The Dreams of Men and Ran Away but if unpublished I'd say its the Barduil Month prompts from last year, I really wanted to do the whole month but I just forgot what my plans were for most of them rip

What are your writing strengths?

Hurt/comfort and the way I describe emotions

What are your writing weaknesses?

Lack of outlining I either loose intrest in the fic cuz I have no idea where its going and just start to meander lol or I put the fic down for a while and when I come back to pick it up I have no idea what I was doing

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

Sol'ca'nara bal Vencuyot Mand'alor includes quite a bit of Mando'a and I just put the translatations at the end and in parenthesis when I pick it back up I'll probaly use hover over translations. Also I am considering including some hungarian in a future fic or for either a bilingual character or as an alien language (fun fact its been used as such in scifi movies and tv shows cuz it sounds so different from most languages) For reading I don't mind either tho it kinda get annoying if the author doesn't include tranlsations.

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

Somehow I haven't written gigolas even tho its one of my favourite lotr ships

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Its still With Stars in Their Eyes and it probably won't change for a while

No pressure tags

@nocompromise-noregrets @oakenting @i-did-not-mean-to @sotwk

[thorneswife]

what's your favorite rare pair? Or just non canon in general. Mine are winlet and cressder

hi hello 👋 sorry it took me so long to answer this :)

1. my FAVORITE rarepair on non-canon-pairing is Cinder/Thorne 😭 I’m obsessive over them. absolutely feral. I love them so much it hurts. they suit each other so well and accept each other for who they are and are the original crime chaos duo 🥲

they have such a casual familiarity with one another and yet they’d give their lives for each other. do you understand? do you see what I’m seeing??

I’m always advocating for changing the ship name to Captlinh actually

I’ve also written three fanfics for them !! 🎉

paint me bruises in the shape of you

everything lost gets found

simple geometry, or something (unrequited)

2. my second fave non-canon-pairing is Jacin/Cress!! it’s just so good—their dynamic—you don’t—I can’t—I’m literally—it’s SO GOOD—I’m crying

I can’t even explain it. it’s like, both of them love someone else and want someone else but they have this unspoken connection they can’t escape. there’s a tinge of forbidden love to it that is so so delicious 👉👈

I have a friend with a wip where they develop feelings for one while she’s hiding on Luna. they follow through with it but Jacin chooses Winter in the end. Cress is left feeling dirty and ashamed and realizes love is so much more complicated than she ever could have imagined. I can’t articulate to you how much this concept HAUNTS me. I nEED her to finish writing it I can’t even I’m being so real right now.

also, there’s this potential for angst/tension because Jacin KNEW ABOUT CRESS and he did NOTHING and that’s so interesting and compelling. Cress could feel betrayal when she has no right to because they don’t know each other and Jacin owes her nothing but he COuLd have done something and didn’t. I actually wrote a fic exploring this concept:

it’s in the details

plus this one: simple geometry, or something (if you squint)

3. third place goes to SCARLET/THORNE!! because they hate each other and it’s so funny. like the idea that they get together and all their friends don’t get it but they can’t quit each other. like Scarlet HATES him but he, being woman-crazy is attracted to her instantly. he tries to get under her skin and HE DOES every time and she’s so quick to fall for it. it would be purely physical for Scarlet but since Thorne is so sentimental he falls HARD for her

I wrote this fic detailing this very thing:

the kind that leaves me wanting

and lastly you didn’t ask and prolly don’t care but mini rant incoming:

I wish the TLC fandom was less judgey about shipping things that aren’t canon because then more casual enjoyers of Cinwell (and other pairings) would be more comfortable to write fanfic and make fanart and talk about it in general. and that would be so fun! and interesting! I have TWO SEPARATE tumblr besties that love Cinwell and will talk about it all day long in private messages but are genuinely anxious about being public about their love for the ship because they don’t want to be judged or low-key bullied/canceled over it.

this fandom has a strange culture where one rando person will post an unpopular or unique take/opinion that gets like 3 notes and then popular TLC blogs will passive aggressively make a post dragging that account’s opinions. it’s high key wild. like why are you so insecure about your ship/views? that you feel the need to be validated by your anon following? and it comes across as so self righteous like they know the series better or love it better or have the Correct Opinion. makes me go insane. makes me feral

okay rant over.

anyway, thank you for asking! I love to hear that you have favorite rarepairs! that’s so cool, you’re literally so cool for that. like can I compliment you? on being cool?

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Tidbit Tuesdays

As part of an ongoing thing to encourage myself to post bits of abandoned pieces/WIPs, I continue to throw things I'm proud of out into the universe.

Again this week features my OC Kit, Sylus's second in command, and Sylus himself.

I love to explore pre-relationship ideas, and this is definitely one of my favorites. Damn that man for being the height of temptation, but I love the push and pull between him and my OC (and also MC in general, even if Kit isn't the MC). We love a man who honors consent.

This particular tidbit gets pretty suggestive! So just keep that in mind.

If you liked this, please like or reblog! It tells me that there are people who like my work, and encourage me to continue writing.

Inspired by the 5* card Within Reach, Sylus needs to attend an event with a plus one, and that requires his Second in Command to dress up. So of course he drags her off to a tailor.

My favorite part of this is knowing that Sylus knows Kit has affections for him, but due to her cautious nature and past trauma, he tends to gently encourage her along (and occasionally bully her until she talks about her feelings). I love the idea of Sylus seeing trauma in someone else and clocking how to handle it, based on what little he's hinted at with his own history.

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A black, floor-length gown.

Kit had never worn anything so expensive before.

Somehow, the tailor already had her measurements, and was practically sewing her into the dress. “I've rarely ever worn heels,” she muttered to the man. “What if I tear it?”

From outside the curtain, she heard Sylus chuckle. “You're more graceful than you give yourself credit for. Just walk like you're on a mission.”

The tailor tugged an element into place, and she gasped as the dress tightened around her waist. Her breasts almost spilled out the top, cupped lovingly by the fabric. “He's right, miss,” the tailor said. “I was worried until I watched you walk in here. You're light on your feet, and you move like you're dancing. Most fighters handle heels more readily than they realize.”

Kit huffed, looking at herself in the mirror. “I feel naked,” she muttered. “This almost feels more revealing than if I was actually bare.”

Sylus made a choked noise. Kit glanced towards the curtain. “Are you alright, boss?”

“Perfectly fine,” he replied roughly. “Focus on yourself, kitten.”

The tailor snickered, finishing up. “I included a leg slit here for ease of movement. If you were more used to wearing dresses, I wouldn't have bothered, but Sylus tells me you're prone to getting into trouble.”

Kit made a face. “It's…true. I don't like it, but he's not wrong.” She twisted this way and that as the tailor stood up. “I don't know about this…”

“Come on out and let me see, kitten,” Sylus called out. It was not a request.

She grimaced and picked up the hem so it wouldn't drag, pushing the curtain aside.

Sylus watched her carefully, his expression unreadable. “Come here.” He patted his knee.

Spread out like he was on the expensive chaise lounge, sitting back with his legs spread, he looked like a modern-day king. One who oozed power and control.

Kit’s heart jumped into her mouth, and a slight frisson of desire curled through her.

She instantly tamped it down. This was not appropriate.

Walking forward, she stood between his spread legs, tilting her head. “Well?”

“Bring your foot up, sweetie.” He gave her an odd smile as she did as she was told, balancing on one leg. Her foot pressed gently to his chest, right in the middle of the nice button-up he wore.

Sylus grasped her ankle. “Stay still,” he murmured.

Kit could feel the strength in his hand as it flexed, his calluses rough against her smooth skin. She barely suppressed a shiver. “Boss?” She asked breathlessly. “What are you-”

“Shh.” He reached into a box beside him, pulling out an elegant black heel. It had a series of winding straps that Kit couldn't make heads or tails of.

That didn't seem to be a problem for Sylus. He slipped it on her foot with ease, drawing the straps up her calf in a criss-cross pattern, his fingers seeming to linger and drag across her skin.

He glanced up at her playfully. “I'll be honest, I half expected your legs not to be so smooth.”

Kit blushed, scowling. “I spend most of my time out in the field, I'm allowed to treat myself. I usually get waxed, it's just easier that way. Less maintenance.”

Sylus snorted. “Trust me, sweetie, I wasn't complaining.” He tapped her knee. “Switch.”

She immediately did as she was told, and that odd smile came back.

Kit gave him a suspicious glance. “What are you smiling about over there.”

“Nothing,” he murmured. “You just follow commands very well for someone who hisses and spits all the time.”

She pouted, her cheeks puffing out, and he chuckled. The other shoe went on, this time even slower than the first.

As his touch lingered, Kit barely noticed the tailor leaving the room. Instead, her eyes were focused on the softness of his hair, the way she could see the whorl pattern on the crown on his head. It struck her as odd. She was always looking up to him, and now, he bent in front of her to buckle a delicate set of straps closed.

Without thinking, her fingers caressed his hair, and he glanced up.

Their eyes met, and Kit’s mouth went dry.

Sylus didn't say a word. He watched patiently as if he were waiting for something to happen.

She swallowed hard. An impulsiveness took over her, and she trailed downwards. Along the shell of his ear, down to the hook of his jawline, over to the gentle point of his chin.

She felt caged by that crimson stare. Kit may have been the one making the tentative moves, the rabbit creeping across the meadow to a particularly tasty snack, but he was the wolf, lying in wait.

At any moment, he could strike, and devour her whole.

Her thumb slid up to his bottom lip, and he parted his lips for her. “So soft,” she whispered, finally breaking that silence.

His lips curved into a smile, sharp and hungry.

Sylus slid his hand upwards, past the buckled straps at her knee, up her warm thigh.

He opened his mouth to speak.

A sharp chirp came from his phone, and Kit suddenly came back to herself. She jerked away, face scarlet as she stumbled back onto heels, quickly regaining her balance.

Sylus scowled as he yanked the phone from his pocket, glaring at it. He answered the call. "This better be important," he growled.

Kit pressed her hands to her flaming cheeks as he rose, stalking off to a corner of the room. Pull yourself together, she internally shrieked. He's your boss! He's not interested like that! Conveniently, she chose to ignore where exactly his hand had been going.

[auroraknux]

If it is okay to ask a second time: 🤲, 🎉 and 🧠 for the fanfic game? (if not pls just ignore this ask ;) )

Oh that's totally fine! (Barely anyone is sending anything anyway.)

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🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

If it gets a decent amount of attention, I guess. Lots of views, comments, and/or bookmarks. (Warmth and Safety once got recommended twice in the same Twitter thread, so I'd definitely consider that a success lol.)

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🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

You didn't give me a character, so I'll just pick the Bros lol. I love the really common idea that Mario protected Luigi from bullies growing up. (The movie even seems to support this!)

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🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Sure! I considered posting something from the eel scene rewrite (which I can still do if someone asks!). But instead, here's a snippet from the post-movie fic where Luigi and Peach bond over cake and trauma.

Please remember that this is part of an unfinished draft, and will get revisions when/if it's finished.

(For a bit of context: Peach has baked before, but it's been a long time since then, and she's very rusty.)

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The timer dinged, shaking her out of her thoughts. She nearly forgot to use potholders when taking the cake out of the oven. Fortunately, she remembered before she could burn herself.

After the cake had a chance to cool, she tried a bite of it. It was crumbly, and fell apart at her touch. She frowned. What had she done wrong?

"Hey."

She whipped around, karate hands at the ready.

Luigi put his hands up. "Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to startle you."

Peach relaxed. "It's fine." She smiled. "What brings you here? Where's Mario?"

"Mario's at his therapy appointment, so I'm by myself today." Luigi scratched his hand. "I'm…bored, I guess."

Peach figured it was more than that. She had noticed how the two were almost never apart. Apparently it had been this way since they were young, but they had become especially clingy after their adventure. Luigi was probably feeling anxious by himself. She could use the company anyway.

"I tried baking a cake today. It came out a bit…bad."

Luigi inspected it. "Hmmm…yeah, it looks a bit dry."

"A bit" was quite the understatement.

He stroked his mustache. "You might've used too much flour, or too little butter and eggs."

"Oh, was that the problem?" Peach smiled, an idea coming to her. "I have enough ingredients left to try again. Maybe you could help me this time?"

Luigi's face lit up. "Sure!"

Peach did genuinely want his advice, but that wasn't the main reason for doing this. She knew Luigi needed a distraction right now, and this seemed like the best way to do it.

The two set to work on the cake (after scraping the remains of the other one into the garbage). Luigi showed her how to properly measure the ingredients, and gave her other advice every now and then. Before long, they had another cake in the oven.

"Thanks for the help," said Peach. "Where'd you learn all of this?"

"My Ma. I've helped her out in the kitchen lots of times. I've always paid close attention to what she does. I want to be able to cook for me and Mario when we someday get our own place."

Peach smiled. She thought it was sweet how the brothers intended to stay together, even as adults. While she'd been raised alongside other children, she'd never had any siblings of her own. She wondered what it was like to have a bond like Mario and Luigi's. To have someone that had been by your side since birth, who understood you like nobody else. She was almost jealous of what they had.

"Thanks for letting me hang out," said Luigi.

“Of course. You're welcome here any time.”

The timer dinged.

Luigi grabbed the pot holders. "I'll get it!"

He opened the oven. His cheery face suddenly changed to one of terror. He screamed and scrambled backwards, bumping into the counter.

[mvshortcut]

AO3 Tag Game!

Starting a new post because the old one was getting a bit long!! I was tagged by @mahpotatoequeen <3333

How many works do you have on AO3? 21! Mostly oneshots and one long(ish) fic.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 137,409

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? One! Two if you count the book and the show as separate fandoms. But it's always been The Mysterious Benedict Society so far. I'd love to write for other fandoms someday, probably Good Omens, but this is where I feel comfortable with for now, both in terms of knowing the characters/story and the tight-knit fandom :D

Top five fics by kudos:

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Epistolary Bullying Campaign (because of course it is. this was my first crack fic and I wrote it at 1AM when I had an exam the next day. sigh)

5PM Every Evening, On the Dot

46 Fairview St. Apartment 2A, Stonetown

Thank the Stars Above

Time and a Half

Do you respond to comments?

In theory. I love chatting with people about fics - best way to make friends honestly - and I love when authors reply to my comments on their works! In practice I haven't replied in a while, which upsets me but it's more of a time/spoons thing. If I have time and energy I'd rather spend that commenting on one of my friends' fics rather than replying to comments on one of my own fics.

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

I really don't do angsty endings! They're not always happy, but they tend to be bittersweet or open rather than angsty, and even if everything isn't resolved, I usually try to get across that the fic is ending in the middle of a situation and that everything will be okay later (like this snippet). I think the three that come closest are Let Steep Ten Minutes, Keeping Time with Curtain's +1 section, and 46 Fairview St. where it's kind of left open whether SQ will ever go back to visit his father. But again, those don't really feel angsty, just somewhat bittersweet with the hope that things will grow and get better.

Do you write crossovers? I haven't yet, but I'd be open to it! I think it's really challenging to write a good and cohesive crossover and I'm not sure where I'd start.

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Nope! Perks of being in a small fandom. I imagine it does happen but I know y'all would have my back

Do you write smut?

Definitely not for mbs. I'd be open for other fandoms but it's not really what interests me the most.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! I suppose someone might have fed a fic of mine into an AI writing generator which I'd personally consider a form of stealing, but I haven't heard of that happening. Please don't do that :)

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! I've thought of trying to translate some of my own for funsies, but I'm definitely not at that level yet! Although the lovely @sophieswundergarten has made a few amazing podfics of both my fics and some other excellent fics in the mbs fandom, which I'd consider translation of a sort!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

For mbs I'm more interested in platonic/familial connections, but I suppose I'd say Milligan/Moocho if I had to pick one? I really don't care if they're romantic or not though, I just like them together in any form that takes. For all-time I suppose I'd say Aziraphale and Crowley, though again I'm really not too picky about the nature of that, romantic or otherwise. Perks of being aroace spectrum baybe

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

Never say never! But I do have a longer Curtain Wins AU buzzing around in my brain where Reynie and Sticky "join" him at the end of Book/Season 1 and then work to bring him down from the inside, without getting caught up in his manipulations. That might end up being comparable to Time and a Half in length, so maybe someday when I have an abundance of free time.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I write some banger first sentences :D especially in crack/funny fics

What are your writing weaknesses?

Too many adverbs! Also I get very easily stuck on exposition/beginning/ending/filler parts. I tend to write down the most tense/exciting moments for the fic and then the writing process stalls for the next three months.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

For a real language, I think it can be a great opportunity to showcase a character's backstory/culture. It can also be immersive for the audience - if a character is in a foreign country where they don't speak the language, including pieces of dialogue in that language can help the audience understand how lost they're feeling (assuming the audience doesn't speak that language either)! If you're using a translation source though it can make for some pretty hilarious errors and mistranslations.

I think made-up languages absolutely fuck but I could never include one in my fic because I'd nerd out creating an entire writing, grammar, and vocab system and forget to write the actual fic.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

take a wild guess

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

absolutely not. top 5:

Time and a Half

46 Fairview St

And Without It One Cannot Start Over

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Epistolary Bullying Campaign

Keeping Time

Tagging: @binnudacademy (consider this a tag for your main, sorry about the shadowban. free molly 2k24) @ragecndybars @bi-demon-ium @trentcrimminallybeautiful (you pick which <3) @oflightningandstars and anyone else that wants to!!

[delta-lethonomia]

WIP WEDNESDAY

lil kinktober thing that may or may not get finished, so why not post a big ol' chunk of it (and yes, it's wrong reasons-verse)

Wyll snorted. He still looked entirely too sober for her liking, but then again, someone had to be. But it pleased her nonetheless, because after some idle conversation and another drink, his anxiety seemed to fade, his head held a little straighter, and he looked more like the youthful young man she knew him to be. He was in the process of telling a rather impressively off-color joke about a Minotaur he’d slain when she felt it—two hands, sliding around her waist, Astarion’s cold breath against her exposed neck. “Darling, don’t ever leave me with Karlach again. There’s something very, very wrong with her!” “Rude,” Tav replied, her mouth curled into an unstoppable smile as Wyll averted his eyes. “What’s the problem?” “What isn’t the problem?” He moaned against her hair. He’d pressed his face against her head as much as he could, his weight slumped against her back in a way that was starting to make her neck ache. “She has awful taste and a stupendous tolerance. I’ve never drunk so much cheap, awful firebrandy in my life. She must be burning it off somehow—otherwise, we’re going to have a very dead Karlach, soon, for which I am absolutely not responsible!” And as if on cue, Karlach mad laughter rang out, higher in pitch and cackling, more akin to a gnoll’s than her normal pleasant rumble. Wyll’s head perked up at the sound: he stood, and excused himself far too quickly to be polite, and Astarion snagged his empty seat in a move that seemed far too smooth to be anything but planned. “Finally,” he sighed, and sipped what looked like a completely full glass of wine. “She’s tolerable in small doses, but no one should be that excited to go to the blushing mermaid of all places. She has too much cheer—I’ll break out in hives if I have to listen to any more of it.” The dim lighting of the mermaid suited him, she thought, watching the way the warm orange glow and deep shadows played across his face, the way he gestured with his glass, his forearms and a large swath of his chest exposed. He’d folded his legs, one slim leg tucked over the other, mimicking her pose as he leaned against the bar, his spine straight as he eyed her. “You’ve been having fun.” She smiled. Her chest felt warm, the commotion of the busy tavern fading away to nothingness, for Astarion consumed her attention with every move he made. “I like the mermaid,” she replied, amused by judgement clouding his expression. “Good people, cheap drinks, and there may even be music later. What’s not to like?” “Cheap drinks of godsawful swill, you mean,” Astarion complained, but sipped his glass nonetheless. “I’ve been thinking about something a little more… top shelf. Exclusive, as it were. Something full-bodied and red, darling, if you happen to catch my drift.” And then he frowned, reconsidering. “Drift? No. No, I’m not going for a nautical theme—pretend I said anything else—” and she laughed, even though it wasn’t particularly funny, forever pleased by how he preened whenever he made her smile or laugh, their legs pressed together in a companionable way. He made fun of her substandard ale; she mocked him for allowing himself to be bullied into taking shots with the local youth, namely Karlach.

[rzpotato]

Oh, would you look at that. WIP not-Friday-anymore apparently

Is it Friday anymore? Not for me (insert Australian flag). Anyway got tagged by my wife @ijiwaruuma so please go check out their post as I physically can't give them as much appreciation as they deserve Don't have much going on atm, been too busy with university but consulted my files for whatever I could find

I got procreate! So now I can continue be distracted instead of actually taking notes but fancy this time 🤔 Been wanting to redraw some of the Oblivion loading screens (this one is this loading screen), making it as an excuse to get better at drawing environments (which I royally suck at)

And speaking of drawing instead of taking notes in class:

I unfortunately don't have much TES related WIPS, just scribbles of Arctus as usual so here's a random collection of them stitched together in the way I draw him because I finally made up my mind like........ 6 months ago?? Anyway want to do more TES fanart but I haven't had much inspiration 😔😔 (don't bully me for using the same 3/4 view, these were never meant to see the light of day)

And also a meme very quickly got out of hand and shit got very gay 🌝 (imma see myself out)

Anyway I've mostly been off cooking with Dark Souls 3 so forgive me if I cross fandom real quick. So here's a major spoiler of my current major work, just need to find time to finish it 😔😔

Don't hold me to finishing any of these plz I'll cry and claw myself out of the box Now onto the dreaded part of the post- idk who to tag I'm too scared to talk to Elder Scrolls artists even though I wanna make friends I just got really bad imposter syndrome, I know like one person and that's the one who tagged me 😭 So no tags from me I guess unless someone wanna butt in

[fazedlight]

20 questions game

Thank you @sssammich for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

Currently it's 123,510 words! It felt really cool to pass the 100k mark.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Supercorp

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

No One and Nothing

So I Kept Pretending

Synthesis

It's a Metallo Life

Even Though You're Kryptonian

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

I do! I respond to most of them now, because I like talking with my readers! I didn't do that at first... I was nervous that I might appear too desperate or something if I responded to everyone, but now I don't care 🤣 I love my readers and want them to know I see them.

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

For now, I think that title belongs to Darkness in All Things. I wouldn't call it an angsty ending necessarily, but it's a bit more somber than most of my endings.

I think one of my one-shot WIPs may take this title (though I don't expect to finish it until early next year).

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

I think all of my fics count as happy endings! The happiest might be Even Though You're Kryptonian, since our beloved idiots are preparing for their nuptials.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a few from a known troll, but generally no. This fandom has been very kind 💗

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

I wrote smut once, for Darkness in All Things. There's another fic I'm writing smut for, although it's not supercorp.

In general, writing smut terrifies me. I only did it in DIAT because the characters held that chapter hostage until I did, and now the characters for this other fic are as well. I am being bullied 😭

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

Okay... so... technically I have.

When I was young (10-ish?), I read some Sailor Moon fanfiction. I stumbled across this Sailor Moon & Xena crossover, and was frustrated that it had one chapter left and hadn't seen an update in a long time (I don't remember what a "long time" would've been to me back then).

I reached out to the author and asked about it, and the author gave me the chance to finish it based on their outline. So... I did, and they posted it!

I don't know how "well" it did. I think this was on ff.net in the very early days, so there were no kudos, and I don't think I ever got a comment about it.

I'd love to find that again, but haven't been able to. I remember nothing about it other than Rei was extremely snarky. I stopped reading Sailor Moon fanfic soon after, and generally didn't read fanfiction again until my 2021 obsession with Rizzles began.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Technically yes, see #10.

I don't think I'll do it again. I'm far too chaotic in my writing approach, and far too possessive of my stories, to effectively cowrite with someone 🤣

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

Xena/Gabrielle!! They were my first ship. I never read fic of them (other than the Sailor Moon crossover I mentioned above, since I did read a lot of Sailor Moon fic). For me, their story was perfect, and the show gave us everything I could ever want.

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

I don't think I have any of these at the moment. And I'd never say never anyway, you never know what a brain will latch onto.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I have some good plot ideas and decent characterization. But ultimately this question is up to the readers, not me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think my greatest weakness is not letting a scene evolve - I'm impatient by nature. I think this is something I'm slowly getting better at, in that my first fics are far less developed compared to my most recent fics.

But there's always a gap from the scene that's in my head vs. what ultimately makes it to the page. Sometimes I don't know if I've written enough for the readers to know what the characters are feeling and doing.

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

Oh I'd get lots of help here.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Xena and Sailor Moon in a crossover 🤣 That was a single chapter for someone else's story with someone else's outline over two decades ago. So I think saying Supercorp is still accurate.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh gosh, it's hard to choose. I think I have a recency bias thing here where I want to say Darkness in All Things. I do think my writing style has improved greatly over time, so I think my stories have gotten better in that sense.

No pressure tags! @luthordamnvers @rustingcat @jadedloverart @tinyvariations @trashpandato @appropriatelystupid

[mystique-6]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a sneak peak to my next chapter of This is Me Trying. I try to post these when I think I'm a week or two away and that is the projected time I expect to finish, however, my life is crazy right now and my anxiety and stress are high which can effect my ability to write, so it may be a bit longer and this would be early.

Here is a link to the fic if you're interested in reading it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51645679/chapters/130551430

Ailis woke to the sound of a commotion. She frowned and tried to bring her groggy mind to full consciousness, but it felt like her brain was in a fog. The rest of her body didn't feel any better. She felt nauseous and dizzy and her neck ached. She winced as she stirred and tried to remember what had happened last night. It came to her just as she felt someone begin shaking her. Her eyes shot open to see Wyll staring at her with a concerned face.

"Glad to see you awake, Chief," Wyll greeted her sounding relieved. "You feeling all right?"

"I'm sure it's nothing that some breakfast won't cure," she replied pushing up onto her elbows. It was harder than it should have been. She noticed then, that her other companions, aside from Astarion, were all huddled around her looking worried. "What's with all the worried faces?"

"You weren't waking up, Ailis," Wyll said.

"What do you mean? I'm awake now," she replied.

"After a lot of effort in trying to rouse you," Shadowheart said.

"Normally, you're one of the first awake in camp. It was odd when everyone else was moving about and you were still asleep," Gale told her.

"Still asleep with the rest of us all moving around you," Wyll added.

"We tried calling you for breakfast, but you didn't even stir," Gale continued. "Lae'zel even shouted for you to wake up, but you slept right through it."

"Well, I'm awake now," she repeated, finally pushing herself to a seated position. "Is breakfast still..."

"Ailis, your neck!" Shadowheart gasped. Ailis' hand immediately flew to her neck and winced at the throbbing ache from the bruise left by Astarion's bite. She could feel dried blood covering a small expanse of skin.

"Oh...that," she replied meekly.

"That's all you have to say? 'Oh that'?" Gale cried. "Ailis, what bit you?"

"Not what. Who," Wyll growled and turned to the only member of the group who wasn't shocked by her state. "Astarion! I should have known it was only a matter of time before you attacked one of us." He moved to attack.

"No, Wyll! I let him bite me. I let him!" she cried, trying to lurch to her feet, but a dizzy spell landed her on her knees. Wyll turned back to look at her.

"You let him?" he questioned. He sounded shocked and maybe a little disgusted. Her pride ruffled at the tone and she raised her chin.

"Everyone is this group needs to be in top form. He looked a stone's throw away from death..."

"Well, technically as a vampire he is dead," Gale interrupted. She gave him an unamused look.

"Look, he asked and I said yes, okay?" she said. She left out the part that he hadn't originally intended on asking. "He's done nothing wrong." Wyll didn't look like he believed her. He turned to Astarion.

"You asked? You didn't just attack her and then scare her into lying for you?" he questioned.

"She's not your damsel in distress, Wyll," Astarion replied tightly. "I don't think anyone could bully her into lying for them. Of course I asked her. I'm not a monster."

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Writblr Introduction

I’ve seen so many writblr introductions that I wanted to do one!

P.S., it’s a long one.

So I got into writing (as a hobby, even though I’ve always loved creating stories as a kid) thanks to an old bully of mine in Swedish eighth grade. I wrote my first queer characters, in my first English WIP ever. It was a fanfic/AU of She-hulk and other Marvel characters, and of course I posted that bad boy on Wattpad and think it got 80k views over the year on something I’ve never finished. I remember being so nervous about making my FMC fall in love with another woman and for them to care for each other. In retrospect, it probably had to do a lot with trying to figure out my sexuality. But as soon as I did it I felt such relief, and I’ve never looked back on writing straight MCs.

But how does this connect with my writing journey and who I’m today? Well, I’m 23 yo, and my English is better, and that’s coming from someone who’s dyslexic, heck I think I can spell better and have a more advanced language in English than in Swedish which is ironic that it’s my native language. But genre wise nowadays, I write MM Romance in a bunch of different sub genres: romcom, fantasy/sci-fi, thriller, and a bit of horror. And ever since my disability progressed, I’ve tried to incorporate disability in my stories — have bad ass characters that just happen to limp. It’s not the end of the world and that’s what I wanna read.

Which is the most important thing I learned as a 16 yo kid posting on Wattpad and getting the social anxiety and burnout of posting there. Write for yourself. Write what you wanna read. Which has made me connect so much more with my stories and characters, especially when writing a WIP as RUINS OF DAWN and letting myself lean into the darkness I’ve always enjoyed as a kid.

But one of the negative things I know my bullying has affected me in is I know no one’s gonna care about what I write because I’m who I am. Because I’m me. And that’s why it took me so much time in to figure out that I can, and I’m allowed to send queries to agents. That just because I’m me doesn’t make it that anyone else who’s ace, queer, and/or disabled can’t connect with the characters and see a glimpse of themselves. Because that is what RUINS OF DAWN is for me. It’s a book for my 15 yo self that loved all the grimy and gory stuff, who was not feeling good or understood why I was feeling like this around people. Though RUINS OF DAWN is not for people under 18, but if I know myself, a bit of blood and spicy scenes wouldn’t have stopped me. My favorite and comfort movie is WARM BODIES. A damn zombie movie, though the books are more horrifying.

So what is RUINS OF DAWN then? Well, it’s the WIP I’m currently laying all my focus on getting done and ready for beta reading, and the one I’m gonna try to query.

RUINS OF DAWN is a dark sci-fi romance thriller, set in 1962 after the Cubs crisis has gone nuclear. It follows Ed Johnston, our Time manipulating protagonist who gets forced by the NTIA—an organization created by the President to watch supers (Psst, think of an organization corrupted like the TVA from LOKI)—to meet the Director, and where he meets his ex-lover the waiting room. It’s enemies-to-lovers, second chance with similar horror elements as Isaac Marion’s THE BURNING WORLD.

#ownvoicesdisability #ownvoiceschronicpain #ownvoicesqueerness

Comp-titles for RUINS OF DAWN: V. E. Schwab’s VICIOUS, Amal El-Mohtar THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR, Greg Rucka’s THE OLD GUARD, MOONKNIGHT (2022), DEADPOOL (2016), L. J Hayward’s WHERE DEATH MEETS THE DEVIL, Isaac Marion’s THE BURNING WORLD.

So if you like the X-MEN, THE WATCHMEN or anything to do with superheroes and time loops and time travel, then I hope you’ll follow me on my journey to get this bad boy published.

Also, I’d gladly get to know more writers. My life is definitely lacking writing buddies, because authors supporting other authors is the best thing ever.

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For the ask game: 8. Buffy/Anya Neighbors AU - 👀👀👀!! YES?!?!!! 28. if you're lonely, come be lonely with me - I love this title, very curious who/what it could be about 😄

also can I just say I am impressed at the amount of things you've started and ideas you have, looking forward to checking out more of your fics when I can!

Send me an ask with a title that intrigues you from my list of wip's and I'll tell you something about it or post a snippet from it.

Buffy/Anya Neighbors AU:

“What do you think?” Buffy asks, despite already knowing the answer. “Is it salvageable?” Anya steps closer and looks at the charred mess cooling on the baking sheet on the stovetop. “Maybe I could cut off the burnt pieces and he’d never even know?” Buffy suggests, digging in the drawers for a knife.

“If you’re trying to seduce him with your womanly prowess, you’re definitely going to fail,” Anya says bluntly.

No one is trying to seduce anyone else, but apparently that concept isn’t getting through to Anya anytime soon, so Buffy opts to ignore her. “I’m doomed,” Buffy agrees. She sinks to the ground with her back to the kitchen cabinets, not caring that she’s being pathetic in front of Anya. Anya just witnessed Buffy nearly set her kitchen on fire. After that, sitting on the floor hardly counts as humiliating. “I just wanted…” Buffy doesn’t know where she was going with that, exactly, so she doesn't finish her thought. Buffy wanted not only a boyfriend, but to not be so alone anymore. To find someone to spend her evenings with, and have that turn into nights and mornings as well. To have someone to listen to her hopes and dreams, her fears and insecurities. She wants someone to spend her life with, and she doesn’t understand why finding him is proving to be so hard.

“Well, you’ll just have to seduce him with your looks instead,” Anya says, leaning her hip against the kitchen counter. “Which will be easy since you’re very attractive,” she adds simply, like she’s making a casual observation of a fact, making a sad Buffy on the floor feel a lot better about herself.

if you're lonely, come be lonely with me actually already has two chapters up on AO3! The last four on my list of wip's are things I've already posted at least the first chapter of. I kinda included them in case any of my readers wanted a peek at a future chapter and probably should have specified - sorry! Feel free to send in another ask if this fic doesn't interest you, or if you just want to know more!

Summary: On her first day at Sunnydale High, Buffy befriends a student she witnesses being bullied by the most popular girl in school. Cordelia Chase used to be popular as well, until Harmony Kendall threw her out of the group. Cordelia isn’t sharing why she was evicted, but that’s understandable. Buffy has stuff she isn’t sharing either, like her secret identity as a slayer, or the fact that she can’t seem to stop staring at Cordelia’s lips.

And, even though you haven't read the other chapters, no reason you can't get a little snippet of something not-yet-posted! Here you go:

There’s a shuffling sound that Buffy realizes is Cordelia getting on the ground in front of her. There are light touches on Buffy’s shins, her hands, her knees, everywhere Cordelia can reach with Buffy all curled up and crouched like this, almost as if she’s checking Buffy for injuries. Cordelia cups Buffy’s face in her hands next, tilting her chin upwards, probably so she can get a good look. Buffy scrunches her eyes shut tighter. Thumbs sweep gently across Buffy’s cheeks. “You’re crying,” Cordelia announces, more statement than question.

“Yeah,” Buffy rasps, because she can’t come up with anything else to say. She doesn’t know how to explain that while she is still scared, that emotion is taking a backseat to the ones Cordelia is bringing to the forefront, drawing them out of Buffy with the gentleness of her hands on Buffy’s cheeks. She doesn’t know how to explain that now she’s crying more out of relief than anything else. Buffy leans into Cordelia's touch the same way sunflowers lean toward the warmth of the sun, toward what keeps them happy and healthy, toward what gives them the strength to keep going another day.

Thank you for your compliments about my list of wip's! Honestly I think it's representative not only of all my ideas but also of my inability to focus long enough to finish a single fic and my nervousness about posting certain ideas I have haha. I hope you enjoyed!

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1, 8, 11 for the ask game?

lmao sorry for reblogging an ask game and then not responding for a full 24 hours

Where does your literary inspiration come from? Do you have a favorite writer/writing style that you learn from?

hmmm this one is hard I try my hardest to emulate the style of whatever fandom I'm writing for but when it's a medium that isn't purely written I fall back on the style of contemporary adult fiction idk I'm kinda a style sponge and I'm still working on developing my own

8. How long have you been writing?

Since like 7th grade?? I used to write terrible but typical stories for a middle school student in my notes app and send them to my friend group's group chat. Eventually, I started posting original fiction on wattpad in early high school and then fanfic there as well and then I moved on to ao3 thank god

11. Give us an excerpt of your current WIP!

Ooooh I'm writing an Webb movies Peter and MJ fic so this is a part of their first meeting

Peter looks around and sees a massive frat guy shoving a drink toward a tiny redhead girl. She’s trying to squirm out of his grasp but he won’t let go no matter how hard she insists and Peter’s spidey sense is narrowed in on that drink. Surging through the crowd just as the guy's hand sneaks up her skirt, Peter puts himself between the girl and the guy, spilling the drink in the process.

“What’s your problem, man?” the frat guy snarls, breath stinking with beer.

“She said no, asshole,” Peter says. He turns to cheek on the girl, but that bright red hair is already fading into the crowd as a swarm of girls huddle around her.

The frat guy grabs the front of his shirt, teeth bared and eyes hazy with booze. “I’m trying to get laid tonight, man, and you just cost me a hot piece of ass.”

“Maybe get laid with someone interested.” Peter shoves at the guy’s chest but with no real force. He remembers what he did to bullies after he first got his powers and he does not want a repeat of that, even if this guy deserves it.

“What like you?” The guy clutches Peter’s shirt tighter, a disgusted sneer on his face. 

“Rapists aren’t exactly my type.” Peter grabs the hand clutched in his shirt and raises his other to knock the guy’s lights out, maybe take out a couple of teeth for good measure. Just as he raises his fist, someone grabs his arm and Peter freezes.

“Easy there, tiger,” another frat guy says. He’s dressed in the same cutoff muscle tank top typical of frat guys, but he doesn’t quite have the arms for it and the high crop of it is a striking choice. He’s got a red beanie barely holding down tight dark curls that fall to his shoulders. Even in the dim light, his dark skin is glowing, but not as bright as his easy smile.

“What’s going on here guys?” Tall dark and handsome asks. Peter opens his mouth to answer but finds his throat suddenly dry.

“This loser is trying to pick up my girl,” the first frat guy says.

“She’s not your girl—” Peter shoves him again, this time hard enough for him to stumble back “—she’s some poor girl that I stopped you from harassing.”

“Yeah?” Tall dark and handsome asks, eyebrow quirked. Peter expects him to take his fellow frat brother’s side, but he drops Peter’s fists.

“You’re just jealous you couldn’t score, you little fag—” Before the guy can finish his tirade, he recoils back from a swift punch to the nose.

Peter looks down at his hands, confused that he didn’t throw the punch, but suddenly another pair of hands is grabbing his. He looks into the face of tall dark and handsome, who is now shaking out his fist.

“Run,” he says, and Peter bolts after him.