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2017 Fic Writing Round-Up

AO3 Total Word Count: 23,955 Overall Word Count: -kept poor track of that this year-

Word Count By Fandom:

Bungou Stray Dogs: 17,773

91 Days: 2,040

Yuri! On Ice: 1,798

Boku no Hero Academia: 1,221

Alien/Prometheus: 1,123

Fics Posted

Finished One Shots & Drabbles: 50

Posted on AO3

Posted on RP blog

Posted on memswrites

WIP Fics: 1

AO3 - Sugar & Spice | Bungou Stray Dogs | Fitzsushi

Fics Unseen

WIP Fics: 6

Fandom Events Written For:

Soukoku Week

Port Mafia Week

Otayuri AU Zine

OWC Gift Exchange

Voltron AU Zine

Q&A

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought this year, less, or about what you predicted in January?

I hadn’t actually planned on writing any fic in January tbh but here we are-

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Bungou Stray Dogs; Fitzsushi. I also wrote a different brand of dark than I’m used to when working on Necron, so there’s that.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest?

Probably Reverence, because it’s a concept I’ve never written before and I got to play around with a character that I’ve never written before.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I don’t know if it’s so much as risks, but I played around with style and trying to use different types of those literary devices they tried to teach you about in school. I learned that I work surprisingly well with present tense... As well as that I actually have the skill to write longer pieces if I choose to do that in the future.

Your best story this year.

Uhm. Frick. I’m gonna go with Nostalgie. I really loved the concept around it and it’s just. Pretty.

Your most popular fic of the year.

Noise Maker. Which was a god damn shocker, let me tell you.

Story that’s most under appreciated.

I don’t really think any of my fics are under appreciated; I love the feedback I’ve gotten this year. That being said, I guess the stuff written for rare pairs has gotten less traction, but they’re rare pairs, so. XD

Most fun story to write.

Paint Drops, easily. I die every time for domestic SKK.

Story with the single sexiest moment.

Roulette, but that’s because I’m garbage and have a thing for gun play in fics.

Most “Holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story.

...Necron.

Story that shifted your own perceptions of the characters.

Mmm. I want to say any of the drabbles that I wrote for my Akutagawa blog, mainly because it forced me to seriously consider and think about his motivations and his perceptions of the world.

Hardest story to write.

Roulette. I kept having issues trying to stay in character while also getting what I wanted out of the fic itself. I think it turned out pretty bangin’ in the end though.

Biggest disappointment.

In general I feel that some (a lot) of my drabble endings feel rushed/incomplete. It’s something I’d like to change in 2018 and improve on.

Biggest surprise.

Noise Maker’s reception in the BNHA fandom. Hooooboiii.

Most unintentionally telling story.

Probably Nostalgie. Or Aftercare. I think both of those pieces in particular highlighted a lot of things that I hadn’t intentionally gone in to do but I liked the results nonetheless.

Favorite opening line(s:)

Their red string of fate was less a string, and more a blood-soaked cloth that bound them tight to one another. -Metem Psychosia

They call him the Mafia’s Dog. Rabid. Wild. An attack beast with a scent for blood. -III

Favorite closing line(s:)

He’d never shared a bed before. He wouldn’t be doing it again. But he’d do it for the moment. -Ephemeros

What was this woman, he wondered, to look like that and look at him – and smell like comfort instead of rot? -Sakura

Favorite five lines from anywhere.

Avilio makes a point of withdrawing the gun, slow, letting his lips cling to the metal like he’s sad to let it go, like he wants it in his mouth and down his throat and choking out his life. Spit trails along the barrel, slick and shiny, leaving a bridge of it from those longing lips right down to the muzzle. Slight, almost not even there, the tip of his tongue flicks along the end of it, circled around where a bullet could have killed him, but didn’t. -Roulette

The ease of falling into that emotionless trap should have washed over him. Feeling off, pleasure on. Plenty of people did it; it wasn’t that hard. He should have been able to give into the ego-boost this fucker’s tone should have given him, but it sinks in deep like a knife through ribs that it’s not an ego boost he wants - especially not from someone who, as Chuuya looks down into those listless blue eyes, only covets him for the heat between his legs and little else. He can’t fucking do it. He’s always wanted more. -Easy

Master told him to end them all. To feast. A decadent banquet had been laid before his feet in the form of the weak and the damned, and at Master’s insistence he was to devour each like he was starved. Send them down the gullet of the void… Appease the once-contained monster that sang sweet carnage in his head. It had been held at bay through his control alone for so long… Yet his Master had freed It and stripped It of inhibition.More, It wanted. More, more, more – And Master told him to listen to It, so listen he did.Those black-spire buildings rang familiar somewhere between the hunger and the order, but it wasn’t enough to jar him from his Purpose. He was a tool… He was servile. A monster with a loosened chain that led right back to Death itself and Death was greedy in its pursuits. Life was little more than sustenance, after all. -Tumblr Drabble

The air was still, a calm death that settled thick within the walls of the warehouse, a claustrophobic fog that threatened to suffocate. In the center, sat a boy, with blood up to his ankles. His cloak was too big for him, swallowing his body in a trembling shroud, but it wasn’t the body itself that trembled. The fibers of the cloak vibrated, a rhythmic undulation of something trying to get back out - the beast within he’d tried so desperately to control, but some rabid dogs are too feral to contain. He could hear it, in the back of his mind. It was the ravenous snarl of that thing inside him, always hungry, always laying in wait to consume, wanting its chance to devour. Insatiable should have been its name, but it deigned to be called Rashomon from the moment he had discovered it, and from the moment he had given it name it’d tormented him with its presence. He couldn’t control it. He never had. He never would. -Tumblr Drabble

Chuuya pauses his bite, and looks over at Dazai. The bags that were there while he was sleeping still hang under his eyes, somehow more than they had before. Last time they had gone through with Corruption, it had been out of necessity, and it hadn’t left Chuuya looking so weary. What a waste of the ability, doing it for show, letting it drag out the way it had.Dazai can tell that Chuuya’s not particularly convinced by his assertion, though he supposes that’s fine; he’s not convinced that Mori took it to heart, either, and can see it in the shrug that Chuuya gives before he goes back to his soup.“You’re going to unravel those if you keep picking at them, you useless mummy.” -Aftercare

Top five scenes you’d have illustrated from anywhere.

^everything up there tbhhh.

Fic writing goals for next year.

Finish up all my WIPs.

Actually get through a multi chap fic you COWARD.

HIT 100,000 WORD COUNT, NO BIGGIE-SMALLS.

#chit chat #kinda did some extra/some different things but yolo

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