#so that fic is officially user comments only

[alinakerrin]

just had to put a fic on user comments only for the first time ever. Reminder to all of you that fic is a privilege and you will be denied it if you don't behave yourselves

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRASH LANDING (LN4)

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car — the internet can’t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.

genre: comedy, fluffy

authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you don’t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!

*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)

landonorris posted a tweet ੈ✩‧₊˚

tmz posted a tweet ੈ✩‧₊˚

landonorris posted tweets ੈ✩‧₊˚

lando’s texts with y/n ੈ✩‧₊˚

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landonorris practicing safe driving

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user you are so unserious sir

user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC

user no clue but she’s CUTE

oscarpiastri @/fia look here

landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met

user it’s giving meet cute

user i’d read a fic on it

yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR

landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED

user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???

user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS

yourusername just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername monaco recap🇲🇨 successfully didn’t get hit by too many cars!

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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

user nah this is actually a full meet cute i’m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms

bestfriend still can’t believe you didn’t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead

yourusername can you blame me

user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that

friend1 wait till everyone finds out you’re only there for another 4 days

user WHAT. i can’t have them separated already😶

user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now

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[captions:

photo 1: lando paid for me to get my nails done !!!

photo 2: :D

photo 3: ur all romanticizing my life rn but this is my view in a fancy ass restaurant]

texts with your best friend ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername final days in heaven. i’ll miss so much about this place

👤 tagged bestfriend, landonorris

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user wait she doesn’t live in monaco?? she’s leaving??? just after i’ve gotten attached to her and lando???

bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles

landonorris seconded

user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?

user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to

landonorris just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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landonorris safe to say i’ve had a pretty good break between races

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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep they’re whipped

user please tell me y’all are going to stay in contact?

user my heart is shattering already

mclaren 🧡

user MCLAREN PLEASE YOU’VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE

texts with lando ੈ✩‧₊˚

mclaren interview ੈ✩‧₊˚

[transcript:

o: safe to say you’ve had a pretty interesting break before this race

l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!

o: okay but i didn’t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!

l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?

o: stop deflecting!

l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!

o: so how are things going now?

l: (awkwardly) well you know how it’s… yeah

o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclaren—

l: no no no don’t give them any ideas! they’re listening!]

mclaren just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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mclaren the boys are back! don’t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and… girls?

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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do

mclaren 👀

user when oscar asked him about y/n… i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you’re such a gossip

oscarpiastri you love me for it

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what i’m thinking?

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!

user what on earth is going on…

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yourusername lately :)

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user you are so ! gorgeous !

user i can see why lando is obsessed

user speaking of… where is our favorite brit in the likes☹️

oscarsgf pretty girl!!!

yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!

user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???

mclaren you’d look good in orange👀🧡

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mclaren it’s race day🫡

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user WHO IS THE GIRL

user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N

user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER

user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE

user just posted a thread ੈ✩‧₊˚

yourusername just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername i don’t know guys, do you think he’s cute?

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user OH MY GOD FINALLY

landonorris i will hit you with my car again

yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?

landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast

yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you don’t know how to do the speed limit

user i love them. i love them so much.

oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates

landonorris leave this comment section now

yourusername @/landonorris too late we’re already texting

landonorris just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services

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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN

user new fav couple fr

oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me

user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER

user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well

oscarsgf they’re stealing our thing

yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me

landonorris well in all the others you’re mid cartwheel

mclaren glad to be of service🧡 anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?

landonorris i’m gonna stop you right there

———————

a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasn’t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! i’m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!

in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as they’re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff — pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if you’re having a baby?)

let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks — i’ve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat too🤍

for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx

taglist (found here): @idkiwantchocolatee @vellicora @alessioayla @bborra @crimeshowjunkie @minkyungseokie @paolexsstuff @celestialpato @champagnelovers101 @loxbbg @hobiismyhopeu @tsukishitm-a @moonypixel @champagneproblems17 @ironmaiden1313 @lqvesoph @sunflower-golden-vol6 @six-call @skatingiswalkingincursive @peqch-pie @m0cha-bunny @woozarts @he6rtshaker @iluvvmeeee @goldenalbon @izzy-marvel @lucyysthings @lichterfee @tallrock35 @treehouse-house @iloveyou3000morgan @scopeiguess @amaranthineghost @gwginnyweasley @hetfieldd @sweetbabygirlsworld @wittywhispers @dark-night-sky-99 @namgification @casperlikej @marshmummy @geniusalpaca

tags for this post: @the-untamed-soul @itsprashimusic @purplephantomwolf @jasminesacademia

[atinystaypixie]

Puppet Master

Summary: Your viewers love every sex product you make and are always excited to see you personally use and promote them on your stream. Your new sex doll is guaranteed to make them crazy. But, of course that's not all to it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!, Sex streamer reader, loosely based on canon Choso, "sex doll" Choso, sex, Choso licks readers tears, Choso fucks readers throat, sex while standing, reader is denied orgasm once, NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: 1.8k+

Everyone thank @calibabii21 because my mootie tootie is the only reason I didn't scrap this whole fic🥰

EXTREMELY late entry to Pixie's Spooktober

They loved every product you introduced to the market. No one had a better line of sex toys than you. The various sized dildos in different colors and shapes, the pocket pussies that felt all too real down to the warmth and wetness, the clit catering vibrators, the vibrating cock rings. There was something for everyone and you made it your dedication to expand on your products.

Fans couldn’t get enough of you especially when you were one to personally demonstrate your new toys. They waited eagerly every week for your lives to start. Every second had them on edge this week because they knew you were finally revealing your newest item. Your horny audience couldn’t wait to see what it was. You told them this would be like no other, something that you put a lot of time and effort into. There were comments already flooding in while the clock ticked, so many guesses on what you were going to reveal, so many eager bodies wanting to give you their money already.

Three, two, one….

“Hi, my lustful loves!” Your lingerie adorned body appeared on their screens greeting them with your bright smile. Someone so pretty making such dirty toys always was the part that drove them crazy. Many wished they were fucking you and some practically were. As a thank you for all the support, your milestone toy release was a limited edition replica of your cunt. They went crazy over it and you sold out within the first hour of the release. 

“As promised, I have a very special reveal today. This is the first of its kind and different from my usual products. I really can’t wait to see what you think.” Your body goes out of shot for a second before you are seen dragging a chair with a life-size figure in it. Chimes and comments roll in fast and it makes you giggle at how excited your audience has become.

“This is a sex doll, BUT not just any sex doll. Meet C.H.O.S.O. short for Charmingly Handsome Operative Sex Official.” A little giggle leaves you. “His name is silly, but don’t be mistaken. Choso is my first edition sex doll. He is programmed to fuck you better than anyone or anything else. He is AI programmed and adapts to its user being able to learn everything about you within the first twenty seconds of interaction.” You pause and read the comments again.

“Okay, okay. I get it, I’ll stop talking so much and get to fucking. It seems all of you are eager for this one, so many of you can’t even wait through the simple introduction.” You laugh again at their eagerness. They’ve been waiting for the reveal and can’t wait to see what CHOSO is capable of. You power him on and connect him and just as you said, within twenty seconds he knew exactly what you needed to be fucked properly. 

Without saying a word, Choso stood towering over you with hooded eyes. It felt like time stopped with the way you froze waiting for him to do something. Everyone was anticipating what he would do, the tension was thick and had you clenching your thighs.

In a split second, he grabbed you by your neck and spun you around with your back touching his front. His grip was firm, blunt fingernails grazing the sides of your neck as he held you. He locked eyes with you on camera before ripping your lingerie in half. The frail material tearing to reveal your pretty skin, your breast spilling out with a bounce, your slit coming into the view for your viewers.

He tilts your head back with his fingers sliding to your jaw, the hold making it go slack allowing him to maneuver it until your lips are parting. His lips pucker and soon after his spit is falling into your pried open jaw, he doesn’t let you close your mouth yet, instead three of his thick fingers are pushed in fucking his spit down your throat. They were so deep that your gurgles and gags were the only thing heard through the screen. His void eyes watch how your wet mouth takes his fingers in, an unnoticeable smirk forming on his lips before he abruptly pulled them out.

You’re panting with saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth, your eyes unfocused and body loose willing to bend to any position Choso has planned for you. Your knees hit the floor before you can register that you are sinking, his large dick coming into eye level with you. You’re positioned so that they can see what is about to happen. 

“Open,” for the first time, he speaks. His voice caught everyone off guard making the comments blow up again. They were so excited you never got to explain just how life like Choso was, he was practically human. He guides himself into your mouth, it isn’t nice, it isn’t gentle, he’s nasty. 

His hands are on either side of your head and just as quick as he pushes in, he is pulling out. A brutal pace being set, bubbles of spit popping from the corners of your mouth from the heavy thrusts he’s giving you. His tip is abusing the back of your throat so good your eyes are rolling back and your hands are clawing at his thighs trying to steady yourself. His void eyes are looking down at you, his balls slap against your chin with every insert back into the depths of your warm cavern. His thrust slows and he pulls out of your mouth showing the thick slob connecting his dick to your tongue, chimes from tips ring loudly upon seeing that. He’s making a mess of you, and he’s barely even started yet.

His hand wraps around his coated member and taps it against your muscle, it’s slippery. He circles his tip from your tongue to your lips. The motion is slow, deliberate and makes your pussy leak. He doesn’t warn you, all you feel is your head snatched back onto him. He holds you there, not thrusting, not bobbing your head, just stretching your throat out on his heavy dick. He’s long and girthy, perfect for fucking your walls in. He’s barely touched your body and you can feel your slick running down your thighs.

Tears start to leak from your eyes and that’s when Choso pulls you off his dick. He leans down and places a long lick on your cheek catching the tears. His tongue starts from your chin and ends at the side of your eye. A sweet kiss being left there makes your heart jump. He’s messing with your head and bad. Using you like a slut then treating you gently.

You love it.

He helps you to your feet and you take a second to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. A wobbly smile being thrown to the camera before Choso is sitting in a chair with you on top of him. He lifts you so that your torso is little further over his shoulder, your pussy is on display to your viewers. You feel his hands grab your ass cheeks and jiggle them making your folds open and close, your glistening pussy being flashed teasing them. 

You hiss at a pressured swipe of his finger passing over your hole and stopping at your clit. The pressure has you whining and squirming but he doesn’t let up and rubs at your clit more. Your viewers are watching intently as your core gets exposed to them.

The stinging on your ass cheek makes you jump, an unexpected sharp slap landing. They’re heavy and loud, not giving your brain time to differentiate between where you were being hit. Your cries are cut off with a hoarse moan when two fingers sink inside of you. Unlike to how he roughly fucked your throat, his fingers massage your insides. They’re curling and rubbing the inside of your walls so well it’s tickling your brain.  

“Ngghhh! Choso, I’m going to cum!” Your whines reach his ears making him scoff.

“Only on my dick.” His arms hook under your knees as he stands with your arms loosely around his neck. Your eyes go cross from the stretch, your pussy opening with convulsions. Choked whimpers pick up on the mic making the viewers stuck between wishing they were either you or Choso when they see him rise to his feet with you in his arms. His strength keeping you from falling out his hold.

His glistening dick is seen pulling almost fully out of you before he swings your hips to meet his. The plopping of your bodies echos perfectly with the squelching of your slick walls, the uncontrollable moans slipping pass your lips, Choso’s raspy grunts, the hypnotizing view of the strong sex doll fucking you while holding you up off the ground. Your head tilted back with your jaw dropped from how good he felt inside of you. Being denied earlier only made the pleasure better, your whole system felt overwhelmed with ecstasy.

“Choso….Choso please…” 

“Go ahead. Be a good slut and cum on my dick.” Your arms tighten around his neck and your hips hump up and down chasing the building release. Tears are running down your cheek again, but that’s not the wetness anyone is focused on. It’s the sound of droplets hitting the floor and the wetness spraying on Choso from your cunt that has everyone’s attention. 

It takes a moment for your ears to stop wringing and your vision to return from white. Choso gently sits you back at the edge of the bed and returns to the chair you originally had him placed. 

“Are you satisfied?” He prompted while looking forward.

“Y-yes. Power…power off.” You are still trying to catch your breath while instructing him. Your attention returns to the chat after a moment.

“Please look forward to the upcoming release of CHOSO. I don’t think I’ve been fucked like that in a while. Join me next week again on Puppet Master. Thank you for watching! Until then, my lustful loves!” You blow a kiss to the viewers and end the stream.

You turn to look at Choso and your body sinks to your knees. Your bright eyes turn dark as your limbs stiffen. Choso rises from his seat and stretches before walking to stand over you. His fingers wrap around your chin turning your head side to side examining you.

“It’s a reason you’re my favorite puppet. Always making me so much money.” He roughly lets go of your chin and walks away into the bathroom to clean himself.

No one needed to know that the actual sex dolls were the hundreds of girls on the site created and ran by him. No one needed to know that the C.H.O.S.O doll being released was modeled after the true creator. 

They never needed to know the secrets of the real Puppet Master.

✨

Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin~🧚🏾‍♀️

Okaaay!! That's the final fic for my first Spooktober🥳👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

It's late, what's new, anyways ENJOY!!

Pixie's Masterlist

Taglist: @444ghosty @un-lawliet @witchbybirth @tophamhat-kyo @nobianna

Taglist is back open if anyone is interested!

None of the images used are owned by me. Credit to original creators and owners. I think I need to start saying that💜

[mecachrome]

landoscar ao3 stats — 2023 overview

notes

retrieved ~sometime in march 2024

methodology: scraped metadata for every fic in the landoscar tag and...... that's it. however one important constraint is that all temporal data is date updated (not posted), so the above timeline isn't exactly a true representation of fic growth but rather how many fics were last-updated at that time. of course this is still its own reflection of fandom health in a way since dead fandoms don't update old fic but well... it's just not quite the same!

this is just info about general trends, fic content, tags etc... so nothing about kudos/comments or any authors specifically

i decided to focus solely on fics last-updated in 2023 (unless otherwise mentioned) because i wanted a tidy set that i can maybe compare & contrast in a year's time, because i expect a lot of details to look different then (tho as stated above this set isn't exactly static... 🤷‍♀️)

ngl i had to re-scrape a bunch of times because i forgot about it for like 3 weeks and then there were 100 new fics 😭 so if there are some minor discrepancies across the post it's because of that halfskh.

also i wanted to include more global comparisons (aka how 814 stack up against the f1 rpf tag in general), but this is also considerably difficult in some contexts since i can't exactly scrape 31,000+ fics can i... or i didn't even want to entertain the thought of trying to do so!!!

why did i do this? who knows.

anyway here's some viz T__T

ship growth

as evidenced in the opening graph, landoscar have been a very fast-growing ship over the past year — although interestingly enough they didn't really start growing substantially until july / the ~better half~ of the 2023 season. here are two views showing their "growth" (by date updated) alongside two other ships on the fringes of the f1 rpf top 10 (sebchal & galex):

landoscar are very much on-track to surpass them and officially enter the top 10 soon, likely before mid-april ❗️ :o

ship characteristics

onto the ship content — another thing i was mildly curious about was how landoscar differs in certain areas from other f1 ships, or the f1 rpf "global" average you could say. for example, here's a breakdown of rating popularity in their ao3 tag:

seeing as explicit is their most common rating, and that i don't necessarily expect this to be true for all ships/fandoms, i compared these percentages with the general f1 rpf tag to see whether some ratings are more commonly represented in 814 fic than average, which produced interesting results:

do lando ships simply skew more HornyTM in general? is it oscar? a secret third thing??? who knows... actually i think it would be fun to do more analysis in this direction but that can wait for another time!!!

similarly i also wanted to see which ships are the most "public" on ao3, as in have the highest share of fic that isn't user-locked... i will refrain from peppering in my feelings about the 4th wall too heavy-handedly but i was curious to see whether some sort of perhaps... er, generational gap (?) of sorts between ships that are more public vs. not could be identified. however i don't pretend to have any takeaways from this LOL i conclude absolutely nothing. (for ref landoscar is currently 72% public, vs. a global avg of 63%)

note that this graph is current stats, not filtered for 2023

looking at relationship tags, i also wanted to know whether landoscar suffer noticeably from Second-Ship Syndrome, so i tallied the first-tagged ship of every fic to find out. i know this doesn't necessarily mean that it's always the "main" ship but it's a good enough approximation. the results were quite positive!

filtered to top ships with count of >1 only

i then also calculated the number of ships tagged for each fic to discern the profile of multi-shipping in 814 ficdom; i did have to do a little bit of string standardization (all instances of implied / background / hinted collapsed to hinted for simplicity's sake + removal of other redundancies), but otherwise i left everything mostly untouched.

as you can see, landoscar also have a fairly promising amount of OTP: TRUE fic:

by the time you get to the fics with 10+ ships tagged, landoscar are less likely to be the primary ship, which makes sense just on a basic statistical level... this is also a very small sample size though

i also lazily tallied the 10 most common ships that weren't NOR/PIA or NOR & PIA to diff their shares of the 814 tag vs. of the general f1 rpf tag, to see which other pairings are more represented in the 814 tag than on average (because lestappen are the most popular by pure count but this is also true of fandom in general, so it would be a misrepresentation to say that their popularity is out of the ordinary):

maxiel's gap isn't really that surprising since i think that, generationally, in terms of when both pairings were teammates there is quite a gap; with carlando—actually let me tally this again but including all instances of "implied" and "past" as being part of the same ship, since that's how ao3 tag-wrangles as well:

Aha ! obviously as a direct ship there is competition between 814 and other lando or oscar ships, but this difference is somewhat less pronounced once we include all formats. tbh none of this really means anything but i thought i'd add it anyway... (it's also very possible that there are several errors in this, in which case my b 😔)

before we move on to additional tags, there are a few more basic characteristics of 814 fic we can calculate. i realize i never offered an overview of Super Basic Stats, so here are a few:

plus, looking at word counts, here is a distribution of those in 2023-updated fic, which shows that a majority of 814 fics were under the 5k mark:

85% of landoscar fics were under 10k & nearly 97% under 25k

i don't really have any reason to believe that landoscar's wc stats differ significantly from average ? so this is kind of just Data To Have Data, and it most likely reflects normal ao3 trends in general... but i thought i'd include it anyway because i already made it lol. similarly, here are word count distributions but stratified by rating:

& same info but heat map view:

i feel like this is also probably something you'd find across fandom in general — that gen fic is likely to have a higher share of under 1k works, since Building Up to sexual content often takes... Literal & Metaphorical Foreplay ! and the longer a fic is the more opportunities an author has to include a sex scene or other explicit content (ofc, not necessarily just porn but also graphic violence & so on). but i thought this was fun to visualize haha

additional tags & aus?

back in my old f1 rpf stats post, i made a table comparing fluff/angst "ratios" (not exactly a direct ratio because of how tag wrangling works, but an approximation) of the most popular f1 ships, and now that landoscar are somewhat popular i thought i'd first do an update:

also current data, not 2023 to make things easier

just like before, simi are one of the most fluffy ships and brocedes are by far the most angsty, but it's interesting to see 814 also extremely high up on the charts, with far and away the lowest % of angst. will be exciting 2 see how that holds or changes as the seasons progress !

finally, i also wanted to do a bit of au/additional tag analysis because you can kind of see this when you use additional filters on ao3 but the previews are limited and get bogged down by the prevalence of *checks notes* Fluff, Angst, PWP, Anal Sex and what have you. which are nice stats to have and all but what of the rest !

disclaimer that the set for these tables is a biiiit outdated because by the time i'd wrangled everything i was like I Am Not Changing It Again. unfortunately i clean my data with shoddy queries and regex functions in googsheetz...

there were 48 tags with at least 10 instances from 2023 fics, shown below, with ones that are (some ~vaguely) nsfw in red just to kind of get a rough sense of which tags get commonly used in M/E fic:

getting a bit too much into small sample size / specific fic territory so if you're an author i sincerely apologize for that... do not mean 2 put u on blast... TT__TT but i also tried to tally the most popular aus people write for 814, which is a bit dubious because people tag in really different ways and i had to accommodate for a lot of string formats but ... it's close enough ! (?)

i feel like this is very little interesting info but idk what else to add so i will stop here for now... well!!! if you made it to the end i hope u learned something or even vaguely enjoyed reading T__T and most of all thank you :')

[cod-dump]

I MUST KNOW: Horangi & Konig's AO3s! their account names, favorite fandoms, favorite tropes (including NSFW hehe)--please! I loved that recent post 👉🏽👈🏽

Horangi’s account name is so obvious. Everyone that knows him in real life just know it’s him when they see the name. He has no shame, he’s very proud of himself. He’s not in actual fandoms, he writes things for very small fandoms or he is the fandom of a very niche, unknown movie or series. But Horangi does write fics of people he knows in real life. Again, the man has no shame.

He loves a good ‘there was only one bed’, fucking loves modern or fantasy AUs (depends on the setting for the movie/series). He wrote a fantasy AU for a Sim household with sex pollen. He posted that shit on the official KorTac server and got an ear full when Hutch took it down (he read it, of course he did). He has made so many fics with König getting down with characters from his fandoms. König knows, he’s immune by this point.

König only has an AO3 because Horangi kept sending him the fics he had written about him from there. He finally just made one to make things easier and now he just critiques everything Horangi writes and gets into arguments with people in the comments. His user is Pillowcaseman or something like that.

König is not in any fandoms, he just reads whatever Horangi writes and then complains about it later. He will admit he likes the ‘fluff and smut’ tag but he will never admit that. König has read the most heinous fics and is just unable to stop reading them. He read the first fic Horangi sent him out of curiosity and was floored by what it was about. Now he feels the need to comment ‘I hate you’ on every fic involving him that Horangi has made.

Worst part is that some of Horangi’s fans are now making their own fics about König (who they are thoroughly convinced is an OC). He’s so mad that some of them are actually really good and he’s even more pissed about Horangi sharing them with everyone on KorTac. Hutch was the first to get them then he sends them out (he’s an accomplice who sternly believes ‘If I had to see it so do you’).

König will never write anything other than hate comments. But Horangi is convinced he can get him to write something. He just has to get him to his breaking point.

[giggly-bun]

Liar Liar {SatoSugu}

A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. yes i have officially written for jjk ! i have been in immense hyper fixation for the longest time and im afraid i will only write for them for a while muhaha! no beta we die like blobkuna >:) - bunny 🔮

The curse alarms rang through the dorms, alerting all students and faculty to the high use of cursed energy throughout the building. A safety precaution, merely to stop any threats of unsuspecting curse attacks, but now? Now the blaring was caused by none other than Jujutsu High’s own students. The ringing of the bell thumped in time with the pounding of Gojo’s heart rate, as he raced through what felt like never-ending hallways. 

Behind him, hot on his heels, was his best friend, Suguru Geto, chasing him down with the most predatory look one could acquire. Gojo dared to steal a glance, and upon looking, he let out a less than manly squeal, before trying to pick up the pace. The curse spirit manipulator was pulling out his largest curses just to obstruct Gojo’s path, consequently triggering all the alarms within the radius. “Come back here, Satoru!” Suguru called, taking a very ungracious turn around the corner when Satoru did. 

“Stay away from me, you heathen!” The Six Eyes user cursed. He was so close to his room, he could almost taste freedom. 

The two bounded around the academy, weaving their way around corners and swivelling past anyone that had the misfortune of crossing paths with them in their current situation. They narrowly avoided toppling principal Yaga over in the process. The man glared at the two, hurling curses and threats in their direction but neither of them payed him any mind, they were far too busy lost in their own bubble of mirth to acknowledge anyone but them. When Gojo finally saw the pass for his room, he dove through the door, almost managing to lock it behind him before Geto could weasel his way in. Maybe in another universe, Gojo had made it in time. Unfortunately for his unparalleled universe, the raven haired boy had tackled him onto the floor just as he opened the door to his room.

The boys tussled around on the carpet, causing enough friction for Gojo’s already disheveled hair to stand up on end. “Suguru, get off! You are such an asshole, you really had to chase me through the entire building for this?!” Satoru complained, while still batting off his best friend’s hands. Suguru chuckled. 

“Oh, cmon Satoru, all of this hassle could have been avoided if you’d have just answered my question honestly.”

“I did! I answered your stupid question and you chased me down anyway. Like the barbarian you are!” Satoru let out a sharp gasp as Suguru managed to pin his arms to his chest, perching himself comfortably on his thighs. Suguru’s eyes trailed over Satoru’s body and the white haired boy felt every nerve in his body light up with just a glance. The other hummed. 

“No, I said answer honestly. You clearly lied to me, or you wouldn’t have taken off the way you did. Poor Satoru, who fought tooth and nail to not get caught, but look at where he is now.” The smug smirk on Suguru’s face was borderline sadistic as he purred out tease. Gojo kissed his teeth and grimaced. 

“That was honest. I’m the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern world, that question should have an obvious answer.” And that bratty comment caused Suguru to click his tongue in amusement.

“Is that so? I wasn’t aware that a requirement for being the strongest meant that you weren’t allowed to be ticklish.” There it was! An insanely obvious pink hue settled itself on the eldest’s face, not going unnoticed by his cocky bastard of a best friend. “Oh? Have something you want to say, Satoru?” 

“You- Of course not! I’m not ticklish, that’s for stupid and weak sorcerers like you, Suguru. I, of course, am able to withstand such childish activities.”

“Oh really?” The shorter raised an eyebrow.

“Absolutely.” Gojo huffed out his chest in pride, as far as Geto’s arms bounding him would allow. 

“So you didn’t flinch when I accidentally pinched you earlier?” He asked. Holding Satoru’s arms across his body securely, Suguru used his free hand to briefly tweak at the other’s sides. Anyone else would have assumed that Gojo hadn’t moved a muscle at the action, but with Suguru being so in tune with Satoru’s every little move, he didn’t miss the way his muscles slightly tensed up and how his eyebrows furrowed at the feeling. How interesting. “And you absolutely, most definitely didn’t flinch when i touched you right there?” He continued.

“Nope. If it weren’t for the fact that your fat ass is literally crushing me, I probably wouldn’t even be able to feel your presence, it bothers me that little.” Geto snorted at the quip.

“Well then, you would probably be the worst curse user in all of history if you weren’t able to feel me right now.” And then there was a lull as Suguru scanned over his friend again. Gojo tried not to writhe under his scrutinising looks, he tried to keep it to a mere shuffle to not show how nervous he truly was. 

“Not ticklish, you say?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, no I-I’m n-ngh! Would you stop that!” In the middle of his sentence, Geto delivered another poke to Gojo’s already quivering tummy. The muscle tightened and twitched on impact, making it harder to put up the front that Gojo is working hard to keep up. The dark haired man snickered. However painfully annoying Gojo was at times, he could also be so undeniably cute. Suguru use his two index fingers to walk a gentle path from the bottom of Gojo’s hip all the way to his top ribs, and he relished in the shudder it caused in the elder. 

“So, I suppose it really wouldn’t bother you if I tested out my theory, yes?” He inquired. The question caused Gojo to stutter. He couldn’t be serious!

“No, I don’t t-think that’s necessary, Suguru.” He cursed at the way his own voice wobbled. “Cmon, let’s just forget this and go and play poke- n-nO fuhuck! s-stop that!” Satoru had to clench his jaw the second he felt Suguru’s nibble fingers pinching a line up his ribs. The touch was gentle and warm, all the things Suguru is to Satoru, the softness usually making him feel so comfortable. But right now, his stomach felt like it was doing backflips and his teeth ground together just to stop the titters threatening to escape. He could fight this, he thought. He’s Gojo Satoru, and he’d be damned if he let some tickling affect him. The shorter boy was still trailing his ribs with soft fluttering techniques, and he smiled down at his friend, who had slapped a hand over his mouth. 

“Careful, Satoru, I think I almost heard a giggle there. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re ticklish, do you?” He teased. His voice was low and sultry, in a way that made Gojo want to hollow purple him half way across the world. A furious blush began to rise on his cheeks, both from holding in his laughter and from the teasing voice. Geto then began to skitter his fingers lightly across his tummy, watching how Gojo began to twitch to the side. “You know, if you want to escape this so bad, you could just put up infinity. It surely can’t be that much of a distraction for you to not be able to use it.” Geto chided. That bastard. He was right, though. It absolutely shouldn’t be that hard to put up infinity under such minimal pressure. He was the strongest sorcerer in the world, a few touches shouldn’t stop him. Yet, the truth of the matter is, Gojo had been trying - and evidently failing - to get his infinity up for the last two minutes. They both felt the loose cursed energy hang in the air like an unspoken truth, before immediately fizzling out when Geto flexed his fingers the tiniest amount. How humiliating. 

“G-Go fuHuck yours-sehelf, Suguru.” The older choked back. He tried not to look at his friend, tried to avoid eye contact because he knew that would be the one thing to break him. His heels began to dig into the carpet. He felt an involuntary grin being etched onto his face, behind his hands. 

“Oh, that’s not very nice. I thought I was your best friend, Satoru.”

“As if. I’m g-gohonna kiHIll you, Suhuguru!” Oh shit. The dam was breaking. Small huffs of laughter were beginning to slip through the cracks and he still could not get his damn infinity up! He heard Geto hum and threatened to crack an eye open, just in time to watch the other slightly roll up his shirt. A devastating pause. 

“Do you think this is ticklish, Satoru?”

“Is wha- gAH! no! Y-Yohohou fuhUhucker!” Nothing could have prepared Gojo for an index finger to be planted right into his navel and subsequently scratch around the edges. He arched his back to the side and began twisting his head in ticklish agony. A bright flurry of giggles and chortles were coming out of the wood works and not even god himself could stop them now. 

“Oh, look Satoru! We’ve found your laughter after all. Oh, that’s good, I was starting to think maybe I had gotten this all wrong.” Geto snarked, a shit eating grin taking over his features. “Or perhaps I am still wrong. Tell me, Satoru, does it tickle or not?” Suguru bastard Geto. Gojo, trapped in this very unfamiliar sensation, was struggling to comprehend what he should do. Should he cover his mouth to stop the laughter? Cover his face to hide his embarrassment? Cover his tickle spots so Suguru’s hands couldn’t reach them? Or should he just scrap every idea in that pile and kick his best friend in the balls to get away. All such viable options. His mind races a mile a minute and still it wouldn’t be able to catch up to the speed in which his laughter was coming out in.

“Suguhuhuru!“ He yelped, grabbing his best friend’s wrists. “S-Suhuuhugu! FuhuhUHuchk off! Shit! Whehehere’s my infinihihity!” He cursed continuously, feeling how Geto had thrown his other hand into the fray. One hand digging in his navel and the other one skittering across his ribs in the most torturous of ways. Gojo began to contort his body to try and escape, but Geto kept a solid weight pinning him down. “Fuhuhuck Suhuhuhugu- I-I can’t! Ihihi cahaHAHan’t.”

“Sure you can, Satoru! You can and you will.” There was a sick and sadistic smile on the younger’s face right now. “All you have to do is admit to me how utterly and helplessly ticklish you are, and I’ll let you go.”

The look on Gojo’s face was comical as he cried out “Hehehell no!” Stubborn as ever. Suguru tsked at the attitude. 

“That’s fine by me, I can keep this up all day. I wonder where else you’re sensitive. Hmm, let me see…” His voice trailed off as he went back to overseeing which ticklish spots would be his next victim. Gojo saw a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“Whahatehever you’re t-thihinking don’t you even dar- Suhuguru! NYAHAhahahaha gohohohohohod!” Satoru screeched when hands shot under his arms, burying themselves and solidifying an unruly, ticklish sensation. His arms clamps by his sides, head thrown back and back arching, trying everything to stop the feeling. Suguru chuckled at the state of his best friend. 

“Nya haha? You do make the strangest sounds, Satoru, quite adorable if you ask me.” His voice was dripping in honey and Gojo really was finding it hard to compute what he was saying while being over taken by laughter. “Tell me, Satoru, are you Gojo Satoru because you’re ticklish or are you ticklish because you’re Gojo Satoru?” He punctuated his statement by drilling further into the boy’s armpits, the fabric of his uniform hardly acting as a barrier for the ticklish onslaught. 

“EEYAHAhahaha! Ihihihihi- fuhuhuHUCK! I’m gohohonna- g-geheheht yohohohou so bahad!” He cried. The taller’s arms cradled around his chest, his body began to give up on him and his jerking was slowing down. He had no choice but to take his very sensitive punishment. “Suhuhuhuhuhguuhuhu!” It came out as a whine from the back of his throat enveloped in between his giggles. 

“Tohoruhu.” Suguru mocked back. 

“M-Mohohohove p-plEHEAse! ihihihihi cahahahan’t.” He was becoming desperate as tears of mirth began to glisten in his crinkled eyes. Suguru chuckled, admiring the way his best friend’s nose crinkled with laughter. 

“Begging already? You really want me to move away from this spot?” A half rhetorical question that was answered with a desperate nod. He grinned like the cheshire cat. “Oh, alright. Since you finally learned what manners are. Let’s see… where haven’t we been yet, Toru?” He scanned and searched the expanse of Gojo’s vulnerable frame, in search of the final kill. His fingers pinched and prodded anywhere he could get his hands on in search of a singular spot that would get him the reaction he wanted. His hunt for that spot was soon over when he lightly skittered his nails across the other’s inner thigh, rewarding him with a jolt unlike any other. Suguru smirked. 

“Satoru~” He purred and Gojo felt his stomach drop. Geto shifted slightly, just enough so that he was able to pry the taller’s legs open and have easy access to his thighs.  “Is there anything you want to say before I do what we both know I’m going to do?” He cocked his head to the side playfully as he watched his friend’s legs start scrambling for purchase. 

“I’m gohoing t-to kill yohou, Suguru. Please don’t do this. Please p-please ple—EEEEYAHAA!” 

Suguru almost had to cover his ears from the volume of the absolute shrill scream that ripped out of Gojo’s throat. His back arched briefly before slamming down simply at a few nails scribbling against his inner thigh. Every nerve ending in his system was suddenly alight and screaming at him to get away from the feeling. His already heightened senses felt like they’d been dialled up to 100, his laughter coming out in roars, howls and chortles. Gojo reached up to pull at his own hair, physically feeling like he was being driven to madness at the feeling. 

“Oh, I like this spot, Satoru. Look how it’s gotten you all worked up.” Geto’s voice was barely audible above Gojo’s screams. He felt devious enough to dig his index fingers into a spot well too close to the other’s groin and indulged in the involuntary snort that followed after. “Honestly, Satoru, you’re laughing so much it’s making me forget how oh so not-ticklish you are.” He couldn’t take it anymore. The white haired man was convinced that if he laughed anymore he was either going to piss himself or pass out, whichever more embarrassing method came first. He made a mental note to never mess with Suguru again, deciding to put his pride aside for the sake of his sanity. 

“OHOHOKAY! ohohkahahahay OKAY! ihihiHIHIHI LIHIHIHED!” He screamed. It was honestly a mission just to get those words out. “ihihihi— JEHEHEHESUS! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Bingo. 

“Oh? But that can’t be right, Satoru. You’re not ticklish, remember?” In hindsight, Suguru was an asshole, and he should have expected the teasing. 

“GohOHOHOhohoho f—fuhuhuhuck yohoURSEHELF! NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! SuhUHUHU— gahahahahad plehehehease!” The tear streaks were beginning to make his face feel sticky and his jaw hurt from smiling so much. “P-Plehehehehehase ihihiIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! I— *snort* MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOP.”

There was an incredible sense of self-satisfaction that Geto felt when he finally pulled his hands away. Gojo lay there, writhing and clutching his stomach with residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. His whole face was flushed with a bright red and his white hair was sticking up in several directions. This is what true victory felt like. Geto pulled himself away and sat by Gojo on the floor, watching him come back to reality. A dazed, tickle induced smile remained on his face. 

“You alright there, dude? You look like you’re coming down from the most insane high right now.” He snickered. He was absolutely right. 

“Ihihif yohou tell a-anyone abohout thihis, I am gohoing to hollow purple you ihinto next week.” 

The giggly threat was enough to bring Suguru’s own laughter out, and suddenly the room was filled with two sources of laughter. He smiled fondly at his best friend, his one and only, before holding out his hand to pull him up. 

“Noted.”

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AO3 Fics and AI

Hello people of the internet! I’ve seen a lot of posts lately about locking AO3 fics to registered users only due to AI scraping and I wanted to offer my perspective.

First of all, fuck ai, and if you put any fanfictions into ai at all or use any ai that trains itself from stolen fanfiction, fuck that. Do not. That includes things like character bots, asking ai to finish an abandon fanfiction, asking ai to help you write your own fanfiction, or anything else along those lines. Same goes for art. Don’t do it.

A lot of people are locking their AO3 fics so that they are only available and visible to registered AO3 users. I have done this in the past briefly, but I always end up unlocking them. I do have guest comments turned off right now based on AO3’s official recommendation, but the fics are still available to be read by guests.

I will not be locking my fics.

Fanfiction is meant to be free and accessible to everyone without any barriers or censorship or payment or anything at all. Especially since AO3 does not automatically give membership accounts, locking my fics would prevent guests and people waiting for accounts from being able to see them. I know guests read my fics because at least one guest has left a kudos on almost every fic I have posted. This is not coming from a place of me wanting higher stats on my fics (guests account for very few of those), it is me wanting to keep fanfiction available for everyone, regardless of their situation. There are plenty of reasons I can think of why someone would not be able to have an AO3 account but still want to read fanfiction.

I do not approve of fanfictions being stolen to be put in ai. I would be upset if I learned my fanfictions had been put into ai. However, I am not the one putting them in ai, and I do not want to be the one to prevent someone from being able to read a fic. I am not going to judge anyone’s decision on whether they lock their fics or not, but I wanted to share my decision making process and why I have decided to leave mine open.

Fanfiction is freedom and I will not let ai take that from me.

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Kayla Braxton stared at the latest update from an Instagram page called TheUsos_Source.  She honestly couldn’t believe what she was reading. Josh took Airielle on a date? Airielle had willingly gone out on a date with Josh after everything Kayla had told her? 

Kayla went to Airielle’s instagram and clicked on her story, immediately feeling sick once she saw the flowers Airielle had posted. So just fuck girl code right? Kayla gritted her teeth as she rolled her eyes and threw her phone down on the bed next to her.

December 11th 2020

AIRIELLE JONES

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Airielle was on cloud nine. It had been 18 days since her first kiss with Josh while they weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet, they sure did act like it. No matter where they went, he always made sure to bring her flowers, whether they were going to the gym together or to the grocery store, he always bought flowers. She hung out with him at Trin and Jon’s house when they weren’t in Orlando for Smackdown- much to Yasmine’s dismay. He had wanted to spend Thanksgiving together but she declined. She was not ready to meet his family. She had thought that he was upset but he told her he understood and that she definitely had to come to Christmas dinner. 

Airielle groaned as she hit another dead end in the arena. The WWE had moved from the Amway center to Tropicana Field and Airielle was having a hard time finding her way, she kept getting turned around. Josh had asked her to meet him in catering for lunch but she was lost. She pulled out her phone to text him. He told her to send him her location and he would come find her. She huffed as she jumped up on one of the nearby equipment boxes and pulled out her phone so she could scroll on instagram. 

“Hi.” She jumped startled by the voice. “I aint mean to scare you.” He said smiling before holding out his hand to her. “I’m Raymond. I don’t think we’ve met.” When she didn’t shake his hand he added “I work in production, that’s probably why you never seen me before. I’m normally out in the truck.” Airielle nodded before grasping his hand and shaking it. 

“Airielle Jones.” 

“I know who you are. Talk of the town.” She frowned and arched her eyebrow at him. 

“Excuse me? He looked down at their still connected hands and grinned as she snatched her hand out of his. 

“Yo Rih, you good?” Airielle smiled over at Josh and hopped off the equipment box and walked over to him. Raymond noticed Josh’s hostile tone and raised his hands up defensively. 

“Relax, homie. I was just introducing myself.” Josh bit the inside of his cheek as he glared over at Raymond. He 100 percent didn’t like this man and Raymond knew that. Airielle glazed between the two of them before grabbing Josh’s hand, breaking their staring contest. 

“You good?” He asked again, his eyes softening once his gaze fell on her. 

“She good Uce, relax.” Josh glared back over at Raymond and sucked his teeth. 

“The fuck you still doin’ here?”  Raymond chuckled before, turning and walking away from them. When Josh turned his attention back to Airielle she was looking at him with a disappointed expression. “Sorry” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t like him, never did” 

Airielle rolled her eyes with a grin. “Come on,” She said, grabbing his hand again. She started to walk but then stopped and turned towards him. “I don’t know where I’m going.” He laughed before leading her towards catering. 

After eating lunch with Josh and Joe, Airielle decided to go to hair and make-up to get ready for Smackdown. She smiled at Kayla who was also getting her makeup done. The smile quickly vanished off of her face when Kayla glared back at her. Airielle knew that Kayla must’ve seen the instagram posts. But honestly, Airielle didn’t care, Josh and even Kayla herself had said that they weren’t dating, just fucking around, so technically Kayla had no reason to be upset with Airielle. 

The air was tense and Kayla’s muttering wasn’t making it any better. Airielle couldn’t hear her but with how Jenny- the hairstylist kept looking at her, Airielle knew Kayla was talking mad shit. Once Kayla had left the area, Jenny turned towards Airielle. 

“What the hell happened?” Airielle shook her head, not wanting to gossip. 

“I don’t know.” Jenny scoffed.

 “I mean, we all seen the instagram account. You do know Kayla and Jey were a thing before you got here?”  Airielle took a deep breath and closed her eyes, this Jenny chick was starting to get on her nerves. 

“They both said that it was just sex between them.” Airielle shrugged, she felt like she did nothing wrong by going out on a date with Josh. 

“And you don’t feel bad?” Jenny scoffed again and Airielle narrowed her eyes at her. 

“Leave the girl alone Jen, ” Laura, the make-up artist said and Airielle gave her a small smile thinking that the older woman was on her side. “She’s young and he probably tricked her.” Airielle abruptly stood up from the chair and walked off, officially done with those ladies and that conversation. 

“Fuck her” Yasmine spat over the Facetime call. “That bitch lucky I aint there.” Yasmine continued. Airielle sighed but said nothing. That interaction had rubbed her the wrong way and she needed someone to talk to. She wanted to talk to Josh but she knew that he was busy getting ready for the show and she didn’t want to burden him with unnecessary drama. 

“You can’t fight my coworkers.” Airielle said laughing lightly. “I mean should I feel bad?” Yasmine immediately shook her head. 

“No, and I mean it, don’t go back in there trying to be her friend Airielle. She’s weird as hell.” Airielle signed and tol Yasmine that she would call her back as she was driving back to Pensacola after the show. 

Walking back into the arena, Airielle felt like everyone was staring at her, it was weird she walked past a group of girls and they immediately stopped talking, letting Airielle know they were talking about her. Rolling her eyes she went about her business, getting her script for her segment with Kevin Owens, as she was walking towards the viewing area to watch the beginning of the show, Airielle literally bumped right into Kayla,  the latter of the two rolling her eyes and grunting in annoyance.  Airielle quickly apologized before trying to walk around her but Kayla moved in the same direction she did. 

“I trusted you.” Kayla said and Airielle furrowed her eyebrows together. 

“What?”  Kayla rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“You used me to get close to Jey, I told you how i felt about him and you just said fuck me.” Airielle scoffed.

“No, I did not use you to get close to Josh. I would never do anything like that Kayla. You said y’all weren’t together. Yes, I do feel bad but, things happen, we hung out and I really like him Kayla, I’m sorry.” Kayla huffed and narrowed her eyes at Airielle before shaking her head and walking away. 

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Update:

Hey, it's been awhile since I updated y'all!

There was one ask I got a blue moon ago about Magic Between the Moon & Sky, and I will sadly report that I do not see myself updating that series for the foreseeable future. I didn't want to be one of those authors who make a 100 oneshot series then stop, but I am just not a fan of TDP at the moment so it's hard to really find the passion to write for a fandom I'm not in anymore.

I also know a good many of you are wondering about Loyalty & Light but I can confidently say that there is nothing solid yet. Another batch of twenty chapters is a lot for me and it will take a long while for it to get up and kicking. But I am still working at it. Don't be afraid to keep asking about it or to send asks! The comments I've been getting are a great inspiration!

Meanwhile, for The Most Undoing Thing, the final two chaps are coming! Regardless of season 2, this does not change the development of the fic at all. TMUT was always set in a post-season 1 only AU formula. I hoped to finish it before season 2, but alas, I did not. That said, I am immensely appreciative of the surge of love and attention toward TMUT. I guess a lot of people are aching for some Mama Jinx after Isha, huh? ( >ヮ<).

So when's TMUT coming out? Well here's a rundown:

Arcane/Legends of Runeterra, Mama Jinx AU, multi-chapter story (Title: "The Most Undoing Thing"). Chapter 19 December 18th, 2024.

The Owl House, Lealtad Noceda big sister/beta sister AU, multi-chapter story (Title: "Loyalty & Light"). Still in development!

The Owl House & The Ghost and Molly McGee crossover, crossover AU, multi-chapter story (Title: "The Light and Molly McGee"). Still in development!

Halloween fics: yeah I got delayed, so I'm gonna aim for 2025 Halloween now hopefully...

Once again, all is subject to change of course. Between uni, my newfound interest with D&D, and personal matters, it's hard to find time to write. But I still wanna write! I love writing fics and I miss posting 'em. Fall sem is done and I am hyped to write. As always, if you're interested in these fics, I have a few asks or posts about them that you can find via tags!

In other news, I will officially state that I am now ceasing use of FFN or Fanfiction.Net. This doesn't mean I'll delete my account and all stories up there, but for the future, I will not crosspost anymore fanfics on FFN. With all the issues it's had over the years, and a new wave of scam mail, I'm just tired of it. I'm sad too, because I'm aware of the recent traction I've been getting on there as well, but I'm afraid I'm just too tired of it.

So, I'm only using Ao3 from here on out. Sorry to all you FFN users, but I hope you can find the leniency to at least follow my stories on Ao3!

By the way, tags with “bleh update” keep track of all incoming fic posts! And check out my Fandom Masterlist to see what I’m into! Also Here’s all my Fanfics!

That’s all for now. Stay safe and take care all!

Until next post,

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The Warrior Nun Commentfic Fest! is now officially CLOSED.

Thank you to everyone who participated -- whether that was only once or multiple times throughout the entire event, whether you posted one prompt or five, one fill or ten, one comment or twenty, you've all kept the party going.

We've had, in total, 49 prompts and 40 fills. That's forty little Warrior Nun fics that came out of this, for different pairings and with different characters in the spotlight!

They all remain available for reading at the fest page, of course. There is now an AO3 Collection for the event for those who archive their stories over there. Please do add yours!!

A masterpost is forthcoming, with links to all the fills organised by character/pairing, but, in the meantime, I'd like to give a shoutout to all the Tumblr users who helped in making this a success in one way or another:

@crumbland @danielleitloudernow @emylilas @ghostofcatscradle @kaisollisto @leet911 @littledata @noracharlesandherdogasta and, last but not least, all of our wonderful Anons!

I don't know if we'll do this again some other time, but I hope everyone had fun. I know I did, so thank you for playing! :)

[darkkitty1208]

I see comments like these from bots have been going around lately, and have as shown received them myself, so I decided to just set my works to have it so that only registered users can comment. This means guests can *still* read, but can't comment on my works. Which is a shame considering I barely get comments to begin with. (Most of the comments I've received this week alone were from bots, and only the occasional real, actual user.)

If you're looking to making an ao3 account, you can request an invitation here. Though you may need to wait some time before it gets into your email.

Having an ao3 account means: being able to bookmark fics you like, being able to make collections of fics you like, being able to read and comment on all (including user-only) fics (with the exception of if the author disables comments), also post your own stuff, having a convenient place (inbox) where you can sort through replies and comments you've received, be able to get gifted works (there is a setting for if you wish not to, and a button you can use to refuse gifts), customise your icon and URL, mute/block users you wish not to interact with, subscribe your favourite authors/works/series and get email updates when they post (authors cannot see their subscribers' usernames and only the amount), etc.

I know people who feel anxious about getting an account for a variety of reasons, like being recognised by your URL or just the idea of making a new account (anxiety has no logic, you cannot control it, so these feelings are valid), but I swear making an account is worth it. Especially if you want to continue to support us authors in a more direct way. If otherwise then you do you.

And, despite the fact I could just as easily post my writing on this blog instead, keep in mind that it's official that tumblr is using user posts and feeding it to AI. I do not wish for this to happen to any of my works. I am unsure if posting any of my stuff here is safe at all, even with disabling third-party sharing, so for now I'll probably refrain from sharing anything but links to my works on ao3.

Ok that's all. Now back to blorbo writing.

[extralively]

Married?

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character Gen, Found Family, Children being confused by adult shenanigans, Megumi being a mama's boy 2,825 words Also posted on AO3 Summary: After a curse user ambush, Yura has to explain to Megumi just what exactly her bond with Satoru is...

It's been a while since I last posted a side oneshot of this series, hasn't it? So here's finally a new one, inspired by the idea of Megumi and Tsumiki discussing Satoru and Yura's bond! This one is set between chapters 31 and 31 of Out of the Shadows, and has some spoilers of major events in the fic (Not of canon tho, regarding that it's largely spoiler-free lol)

Enjoy!

2011

“...I still don’t get why a grown adult like him is using all those cutesy puppets,” Megumi was saying, his eight-year-old face scrunching up in confusion and a little bit of disgust, and Yura had to bite back a laugh.

“I don’t get why either, but Yaga’s always been like that,” she replied with a grin.

Yura was taking Megumi back to his place after yet another one of his weekly lessons at Jujutsu Tech—this one focusing on teaching him how to hone his perception of his own cursed energy. And since Satoru was out of town, and Yura was the last person to talk to when it came to controlling one’s cursed energy, they ended up turning to Yaga and his puppets instead.

“He’s a weirdo,” Megumi said, and the judgmental look on the eight-year-old’s face made her snort.

“He’ll probably be your principal at some point, so maybe don’t go telling him that,” Yura reminded him with a grin, to which Megumi only shrugged.

And then Yura’s brain paused, even though her feet kept walking alongside Megumi.

...Would Megumi join Jujutsu Tech and have Yaga as his principal?

Three years ago, it had been stipulated that Megumi would join the school once he was old enough in exchange for the support he and Tsumiki received from the school itself. That was the deal that Satoru had cut for them in order to have them taken care of, but now...

Now, Satoru had made himself guardian of the Fushiguros, as opposed to leaving it to the school. Yura had been surprised when Satoru had floated around the idea, but it actually made sense—they’d discovered that Megumi had, in fact, inherited the famed Ten Shadows technique of the Zen’in clan, which meant that Naobito, head of the Zen’in, was particularly eager to have Megumi officially be part of the clan. And according to Satoru, the Zen’in were not above pulling off dirty tricks to get what they wanted. With Megumi’s guardianship belonging to the school itself, Satoru had feared that the Zen’in might try to underhandedly steal Megumi from underneath their feet—the Zen’in clan had just about enough influence to pull some sneaky strings, especially considering how much Zen’in Naobito was dying to make Megumi his heir.

So what was the solution?

Make Satoru the legal guardian of the Fushiguros instead, and good luck to the Zen’in trying to out-influence the head of the Gojo clan.

So that’d happened—and quite expeditiously, she had been surprised to see. Satoru was now Megumi and Tsumiki’s guardian, which meant that he had become the sole person responsible for providing for them in any way. And because he was the one providing for them as opposed to relying on the school for financial aid, Yura was fairly sure that Megumi was no longer bound by that old agreement—although they were still keeping up the his weekly jujutsu classes as usual... for now.

“Hey, we could go get something to eat after we pick Tsumiki up from practice,” Yura commented, looking up at the darkening sky. “She’s gotta be hungry after all that swimming...”

Megumi was about to answer when a man suddenly stepped up in front of them, blocking their path... and something about him made Yura pause.

It wasn’t a curse, she was pretty sure. But the man was shooting them such a pointedlook like he was there with a purpose—like he knew exactlywho they were... or who she was, given who he was looking at. And when Megumi’s hand suddenly shot out to grab at her sleeve, almost like he was trying to hold her back, she knew for a fact that this wouldn’t end well.

“There ya go,” the man called out, tilting his chin up at her. “Found ya.”

Yeah, this was bad.

Yura’s hand pushed Megumi behind her, keeping the boy close.

“I told ya this would be an easy job!” The man called out again, but this time, it wasn’t directed at them. And when another voice rang out, Yura’s body tensed even more.

“If you say so,” the second voice spoke, and Yura’s eyes flitted around to try to find its source. It was hiding somewhere among the trees of this small, empty section of the park they were in, and Yura couldn’t discard the possibility of there being more people surrounding them at that moment since she couldn’t exactly sense them.

More people—or rather, more curse users. Because there was no doubt in her mind that that’s what they were, especially given how Megumi was tugging at her sleeve, trying to urge her back.

A second figure finally popped out of the trees, landing almost lazily next to the first man. “I’m just kinda hungry,” the second man said, the same voice as the one from the trees—keeping the number of known possible assailants down to two. “Can we be done here quick?”

The first man grinned, malice spreading across his face. “Just gotta take care of that one first,” he said, his eyes landing on Yura again and making her grip on Megumi’s arm tighten.

The second man finally turned to look at her—and paused. His eyes squinted, like he was trying to figure something out, but Yura didn’t particularly care—her mind was too busy with what she was going to do next.

...Could she fight these two curse users by herself? She had no idea. She had been working with Satoru in the past few months to sharpen her cursed technique into something she could actually use in battle, and she’d been making decent progress. But the problem was that Megumi was there with her now, and as much as she’d improved her fighting abilities, she didn’t want to risk it when she had to make sure he was safe.

So maybe... it was time to call for help—her pride be damned.

“Yura-san,” Megumi called, still tugging at her arm like he wanted to step in front of her instead. “Those guys—”

The second man seemed to frown deeper, like he was still trying to figure something out.

“You’re her, right?” the first man asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Wakatsuki something. Gotta make sure I’m not getting the wrong person, that’s all.” He grinned—almost snarling.

“Who’s to say,” Yura replied with a small shrug, even though her face was set in a blank stare. And at the same time, she reached into herself, finding her bond with Satoru; she knew he was out of town now, but this might actually count as an emergency...

“I mean, I’m not opposed to some trial and error!” The man called back, his grin widening and displaying his sharp canines.

...But the man next to him still looked a little confused, his frown deepening. “Wakatsuki... Yura...?”

And suddenly, his eyes widened.

“N-no, wait,” he stammered out, his demeanor completely changing. “If that’s Wakatsuki Yura—”

The second man took a shaky step back, much to his companion’s—and Yura’s—confusion.

“What, are you getting cold feet?” The first man almost barked out, scowling.

But the second man only shot him an alarmed look, something like panic rising up across his face. “Wakatsuki Yura is Gojo Satoru’s wife, you idiot!”

“...did someone say my name?” a third voice popped up—a familiar one, this time, that made Yura’s body relax just a bit even as the word wife had her eyebrows twitching. Because when the two men turned around, they came face to face with a certain white-haired, blue-eyed strongest sorcerer—and you could almost see them shit their pants in real time.

The two curse users immediately scrambled back.

“G-Gojo Satoru,” one of them stuttered.

“N-no—I swear I didn’t know!” the other one was also stuttering.

“They didn’t tell me—”

“It was all his idea!”

“Gojo-san?” Megumi asked behind her, slightly confused.

The two men suddenly ran off, terrified. Satoru ignored them, waving a hand at her and Megumi.

“Yura!” he called. “Why don’t you get the kid away from here while I go take care of those two?”

Probably a good idea—Yura didn’t really want Megumi to see Satoru taking care of those curse users... “Catch up when you’re done?” she called back.

Now that Satoru was here, she found herself strangely at ease about this whole thing...

“Come on,” Yura said, tugging Megumi away with her even though the boy still looked quite perplexed. “We can just leave him to it.”

-

...It seemed that Yura had underestimated Megumi’s confusion as they walked out of that park—as well as his curiosity.

“What was that?” Megumi asked, and Yura’s lips pressed together as she wished she could just avoid broaching this subject with him—the fact that the curse inside of her was more of a contentious subject than they’d thought, with the elders having tried to sneakily have her killed once before. And while she wasn’t sure if that was the case here, it sure felt like it—so as much as she wanted to keep this from Megumi (because he would undoubtedly worry about her), it also felt that maybe it was time to tell him about all of it.

(Knowing Megumi, he would not appreciate if she hid this from him any longer—eight-year-old or not.)

So as they made their way down a busier street, Yura told him just that. The worry in his face made her heart ache, but Yura couldn’t bear to lie to him now that he was asking her so directly.

...Even as the questions started getting a little... uncomfortable.

“Yura-san,” Megumi spoke up again after a moment of thoughtful silence. “How did Gojo-san find us back there? I thought he was out of town?”

Yura let out a sigh, continuing to walk. She and Satoru had never really told the Fushiguros about the soul bond that had saved her life, the subject a little too complicated to bring up in casual conversation. Granted, the soul bond part of it wasn’t even the hardest bit—

“Why did that guy call you Gojo-san’s wife?” Megumi asked—because of course he had picked up on that.

Yura let out a long exhale, trying to figure out where to even start. Or more specifically, how to start explaining all of it to a child...

“...You know how I was going to be executed and Satoru saved my life?” Yura started, then immediately cringed at her own harsh words in front of a literal child. Megumi’s face hardened slightly at the memory, but he nodded, and Yura continued. “Well... He did that by performing this old Gojo clan ritual with me.”

Megumi’s brows furrowed. “Ritual?”

Yura let out another breath, nodding back at him. “Yeah. It was a... soul-binding ritual, essentially. It means that I’m bound to him, so the elders can’t just order my execution willy-nilly. It also means that we’re technically connected now, so I can sort of reach out to Satoru if I’m in trouble, and he can find me wherever I am.”

Megumi’s eyes widened in realization. Then he nodded seriously, like he agreed to the idea. “So that’s how he found us today?”

“Yeah,” Yura replied. “It’s how Satoru saved me a few months ago too.”

Megumi was quiet as they stopped at an intersection, now finally walking around one of Tokyo’s main streets. Yura hoped that the answers she’d given him would be enough for the boy, but then— “Why did that guy call you Gojo-san’s wife?” he asked again, and Yura internally cringed.

Ah, crap. Megumi was a smart kid—of course he hadn’t just forgotten about it.

Yura drew in a breath, sticking her hands inside her pockets. “Because...” she started slowly. “Technically, the soul-binding ritual was once used as a marriage ritual... So some people kind of take it as what really happened back then.”

Megumi’s eyes were wide again as he looked up at her. “So you and Gojo-san are married now?”

Yura’s steps faltered, tripping up over her feet slightly. “N-no,” she eventually said, her face feeling strangely hot. “We’re not—married.”

No matter what the Gojo clan said.

Megumi was looking up at her with confused eyes, and Yura let out a sigh—she didn’t want to just confuse the boy and leave it at that. “We’re not really married,” she tried to clarify. “That was just—that was just a ritual. It doesn’t really count.”

Megumi still looked a little confused... and maybe somewhat doubtful.

“See?” she said, raising her left hand and showing off her ring finger. “No ring on my finger—so we’re not actually married.”

Yura was starting to squirm under Megumi’s long stare, and it eventually got too much—so she raised a hand and placed it on the boy’s head, ruffling his hair and getting him to break that intense gaze of his.

“C’mon, don’t worry about that,” she said, patting at his shoulders so they could keep moving. “That’s grown-up stuff. Don’t think too much about it, okay?”

...But Yura should have known that this was Megumi, and if there was one thing he was going to do, it was think too much.

-

Or maybe talk too much.

“...a ‘soul bond’?” Tsumiki asked, her brows furrowing.

In the end, they hadn’t gone out to eat like Yura had first suggested, and she ended up picking Tsumiki up from swim practice and dropping both siblings off at their place with their latest caretaker before rushing off to find Gojo. Probably had something to do with the two curse users from earlier, Megumi thought, even though Yura had tried to brush it off with a laugh, saying that nothing was wrong. It still worried Megumi, but if she was going to go find Gojo-san, then it should be fine. Especially with this ‘soul bond’ of theirs...

“Yeah,” Megumi replied. “It’s how Gojo-san saved Yura-san back then.”

And Megumi couldn’t help but tell Tsumiki everything that Yura-san had just told him immediately upon getting home.

“You said it’s a... marriage thing?” Tsumiki asked, her brows furrowed. “But that they’re not married?”

Megumi nodded, his face serious.

“But...” Tsumiki started, her hands fiddling with the pillow on her lap. “If they’re not married... Does that mean they’re broken up?”

Megumi paused, considering, then shook his head. “I don’t think so—I think it just means they’re not married yet for real,” he replied.

“But you said that guy called her Gojo-san’s wife.”

Megumi paused again. “...Maybe they’re only sort of married.”

Tsumiki nodded but fell silent as she became thoughtful. And Megumi was much of the same, because the thought of Gojo-san and Yura-san being married suddenly had Megumi considering a lot of other ideas. Namely, the thought that since Gojo-san had become his and Tsumiki’s legal guardian, then if Gojo and Yura-san were married—it would mean that Yura-san was their legal guardian too, right?

...That would be nice, Megumi thought. He would never admit it out loud, but it’d felt nice when Gojo-san had brought up the idea of ‘adopting’ them, and now it felt even better that Yura-san was sort of part of it too. The fact that he and Tsumiki were now solidly tied to the two adults was practically a relief—the fact that Megumi could now call the two their legal guardians instead of just some people making things much easier on him.

“...So, this soul bond...” Tsumiki started again, still looking thoughtful. “Does that mean they’re soulmates?” she asked, and her eyes widened slightly. “Does that mean that soulmates are real?”

Megumi thought about it for a second, holding his chin in his hand. “...Maybe. At least for them, right?”

Tsumiki nodded slowly, still thoughtful.

Megumi would have to admit that he would have never figured that a soul bond was the thing that had saved Yura’s life last year, but now that she had explained it to him, he could only see it to be a good thing. The thought of Yura-san being connected to Gojo-san all the time felt oddly reassuring, that maybe the incident that had triggered it all last year wouldn’t repeat itself ever again if Yura could just call up the white-haired man whenever she wished. Gojo was the strongest, wasn’t he? So he would be able to help her with anything that came her way, and Megumi nodded to himself in approval once again.

“It sounds... kinda romantic, doesn’t it?” Tsumiki mused, and Megumi only shrugged.

It’s not like the two hadn’t already been together before, so the soul bond shouldn’t have changed anything in that regard, right? And maybe one day, Yura-san and Gojo-san would actually get married—and Megumi nodded to himself yet again. Really, it only felt like a matter of time at this point, especially with them being this sort of married already...

End notes:

...Oh, those poor kids lmao. If you guys remember, they went all the way until 2013 believing Satoru and Yura were together when they weren't, so I just feel bad for the Fushiguros being so certain that a wedding was going to come soon LMAO. You poor kids have no idea!

Anyway, I'll go back to writing the main fic again, although I still want to finish another School Stories oneshot that I've had half-written for a while now. And in that one, we may or may not touch on Satoru's little crush on Yura during school, so that might be fun maybe (◡‿◡✿) But anyhow, thank you for reading!

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of May. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Seven, Seven | Explicit | 1877 words

“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

2) A Sunny Afternoon | Explicit | 2002 words

Harry gets together with friends to celebrate life and uses the occasion to announce that he officially has an album finished.

or the celebration of Harry's House before it became what it is now.

3) Five Zero Five | Explicit | 2502 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“So,” says Harry, and his fingers trail on Louis’ jaw, over his exposed neck. “I heard your cover tonight. Arctic Monkeys, really nice.” His fingers linger on Louis’ neck, stroke the Adam’s apple.

4) James Corden’s Lap Better Than Mine? | Mature | 3133 words

James takes Louis onto his lap, and Harry is furious. He cannot wait to get home and punish his kitten and show him Louis his.

5) Where The Water Touches The Sun | Explicit | 3400 words

Prompt #63: L&H in an established relationship where Louis is 5 months pregnant and the pheromones have made him horny as hell, it gets even worse when he wakes up and walks into his kitchen and sees his sexy husband fixing her sink with his shirt off. Maybe he has a fetish for men fixing things. Hot and kinky smut please. Harry calling lou a sexy milf while doing it and obviously the pregnancy kink stuff with h telling l about wanting to keep him full of his babies.

6) Student Teacher | Mature | 3901 words

Request: Louis is... 19 ish and Harry is 24 ish and umm So! Harry was like a student aid for one of Louis's classes in his Senior year of high school and Louis's friends always secretly teased him abt his crush on Harry. it wasn't that good of a secret bc Harry found out about it, he was 23 at the time and found it really funny. Anyways it's a couple of years later and Louis is a freshman in college and runs into Harry at a park while chasing his dog... coco, whos one of those white crusty alleyway dogs. (I love them.) Harry just hears a voice yelling and sees a dog running so he like catches the dog Louis catches up to Harry and he's all like. "omg." Harry looks Louis up and down and he's like "Oh you haven't grown." Louis pouts and then Harry ends up asking him out Louis gets scared and says no, but Harry gets his number anyways and they hang out at Harry's house (haha) as "friends" but they end up fucking on Harry's kitchen island instead of finishing decorating the cupcakes for Harry's goddaughter's bake sale fundraiser?

7) Ahora | Explicit | 4684 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Taylor Swift

Dom Taylor is tired and stressed after one of her shows at the Eras tour. Soft, sub Louis is waiting for her backstage. Rough sex ensues.

8) The Changing Season In A Messy World | Not Rated |8649 words

Prompt #35: H&L alpha son starting to get the teenage moody alpha hormones. One day he release all his anger on his sweet mother when he tried to talk to his son & harry don't really appreciate that. "He might be your mom, but he is my wife first & nobody talks to my wife like that"

9) Hide And Seek | Not Rated | 9808 words

Louis is 14 years old when his father dies and he's 19 when he meets General Styles.

10) Roommates | Mature| 13202 words

"I'm so happy I could kiss you! Thank you so much." Louis smiled up at Harry, who looked back with a daring smirk.

"Then why don't you?"

Louis blushed at that comment and leaned up pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's lips, it was soft and sweet. Something Harry hadn't experienced before.

"Happy?" Louis asked and giggled.

"Very." He answered.

11) Captain Cupid | Not Rated | 15331 words

“Right,” Niall started, finally getting the opportunity to unleash his horrible plan. “Well, as you both know, I’m an excellent matchmaker. A human Cupid.The best of the best at finding one's mate. And I’ve decided it’s time to make money doing it.”

“Oh, God no,” Louis groaned, picking up his empty plate and placing it in the sink. He needed to escape as quickly as possible.

Or the one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

12) After Hours | Explicit | 16707 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

Louis Tomlinson is many things. A dancer, a barista, a one time con man. He's rarely experienced a good romantic relationship with a man but that's all about to change when he starts working at a nightclub in Texas.

13) The Mess We Created | Explicit | 21099 words

An innocent one night stand changed into something more than that.

14) Help Me, Help You Find Love | Explicit | 23781 words

“I help people hook up, not fall in love Styles”

“Think you can make an exception for me, Tomlinson?”

The one where they all attend a university for supernaturals and Werewolf Frat president and resident heartthrob Harry approaches on campus matchmaker Louis to help him find love.

15) Until The Pearls Get Lost | Explicit | 25519 words

London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help.

Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again.

With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

16) Fetish For My Love | Explicit | 27388 words

Louis has too many worries to even think about a moment of peace in the days that now exhaust him and become a complete rush for him. Fortunately, Harry doesn't take long to take care of the matter as he knows that he has wanted it so much, finding the solution in a particular sheet full of colored stickers.

17) And When It Rains, You're Shining Down For Me | Explicit | 37081 words

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely.

Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance.

“Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it.

“‘’m Harry.”

Or the one where Harry is a grumpy boxer who gets injured and Louis is the lovely physiotherapist hired to help him, but getting pregnant wasn’t exactly in his recovery plan.

18) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

19) Letters | Explicit | 58346 words

Louis lost his Alpha and mate in a deadly accident a year ago. Since then he has been writing letters to better deal with the grief and loss. But suddenly he gets answers from Harry Styles, an Alpha who himself is looking for meaning in life besides his career.

20) Oh, To Be Vulnerable | Mature | 63429 words

Disgruntled nurse Harry is, what some would call, a bit of a loner. Aside from work, he spends most of his time alone, either taking trips to the Boston library or going for walks around Quincy Market, or wallowing in his own sadness. He doesn’t seem to mind too much though. He takes his job seriously, and he likes it enough that he shows up every day, so what could be worth threatening his peace that he has worked so hard to create?

Louis, an overly-chipper and easily excitable orthodontics resident, can’t help but instantly fall for the boy in the photo that Niall shows him. With his education soon coming to a close, he is ready to get back into the dating game, and what a wonderful sight to begin with. The relationship between Harry and Louis has all the highs and lows that typical relationships do, but will Harry learn to trust Louis enough to let him in? And will Louis be able to manage his life turning every which way while also figuring out Harry?

21) LOUIS. | Explicit | 72202 words

“Oh, by the way Harry Styles, my name is Louis, Louis Tomlinson!” And with one last bright smile towards Harry, Louis was gone and out of his sight.

You’re who I've been searching for my whole life.

It's You.

22) You're Umami Baby | Mature | 87427 words

Umami: The essence of deliciousness.

Harry is a chef who never experienced umami until he meets his new dishwasher, Louis.

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[siryouarebeingmocked]

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2019)

Me: I think I'll e-borrow this dark fantasy book with a cool cover. Book cover blurb: This book has lesbian necromancers! Me: ... Me: Okay, I'll still read it, but the fact that that's a selling point is a bit of a red flag to me.

Because I've read a fair amount of stories where the writer thought being gay (or some other minority) was inherently interesting, even if the actual story was completely generic.

I call it the "Gone Home" problem.

Sure enough, I thought the book was mediocre. Not because of the lesbian sub-subplot. Because I don't think it was written for people like me.

I think it was written for people like the stereotypical tumblr/AO3 user.

Spoilers for Gideon the Ninth;

So, the main character is gay, and she's horny. In fact, she keeps talking about her "girlie mags" through the first act, specifically to piss off her boss (who’s actually younger than her, but the de-facto head of their House). There's a reason for that, but we'll get to it later.//

Memes At one point, Gideon goes “You can't just ask someone why they're X.” At another, she tells someone “Slow your roll.”

This story is in the distant future. Humanity is ruled over by an immortal, necromantic God-Emperor, and his necromantic Houses with different domains. But apparently a character whose idea of literature is reading skin books can reference memes from before she was born. And not in a Deadpool way. She just does it.

Even the narration does it.

This is exactly the sort of thing Tumblr - or your average fanfic writer - would think is clever. And I speak from (cringy) experience. 

Also, I once read a popular fic which had an almost 1-to-1 reference to a certain meme scene in Firefly. Down to Jayne's hat, which wasn't even there in the original.

Took me right out of the fic. I even left a comment on the AO3 page; "welp, this is where you went too far with the references."

And before you ask, no, it didn't serve the story. Didn't really develop character, for the victims or the bad guy. It was just self-indulgent.

So, on top of constantly Deadpooling - without the excuse of breaking the 4th wall and being in a comedy - Gideon just generally acts like a surly, edgy teenager.

Because she is.

She is literally an edgy teenager.

She's trained with the greatsword. For the plot of this book, she has to accompany the head of her Great House, the Ninth House, to a house head meeting. They all have to bring their "cavalier primaries"; bodyguards/champions/armsmen to the house head.

So they give her a crash course in the rapier and obsidian knuckledusters, because standards and aesthetic (in-universe).

Gideon trained with the greatsword because she wants to join the military and escape. She hates the Ninth House, and the first thing she does in the fic is leave, pretty much the second she turns 18.

Which her House head Harrowhawk sabotages.

Harrow says she'll let Gideon go if Gideon acts as the CavPri. Because she's quite possibly the only person in the house who could, and the official CavPri ain't up to it.

Harrow, incidentally, is only 17. Her parents are the nominal head of house, but they've been dead for years, and Harrow has been puppeting them while running the show.

Come to think, it's not clear where Gideon gets the girly mags from. Her House seems pretty isolated. Maybe she trades for it with shuttle pilots. Or steals it off them. 

It's also not clear where her hair gel for her mohawk comes from. Or who cuts her hair. Her House does have food, but it's apparently just...delivered. From somewhere.

Oh, right, the House system.

I thought the 9th House was the necromancer house. Nope, they all are. They just have different duties and specialties.

The meeting is so they can compete to figure out the formula to become Lyctors. Which is basically some powerful necro-immortal. Right-hand men and women to the Emperor himself.

You know that meme about Marvel movies?

You know, the idea that they’re all shallow and with constant tension-breaking quips, instead of sincerity?

This book feels an awful lot like that.

Even after the ending, there's a serious in-universe document - which includes the vital info that necromancers permanantly skip leg day, arm day, and any other day, hence the cavaliers - followed by a random tension-breaking joke.

There's a strong Catholic theme going on here. Including the fact that our hero is named after a big-name religious figure, but is a girl, and gay, and hates her religion and traditions.

Muir, I watch anime. You're gonna have to try a little harder to push my religious buttons.

So, what does the Empire do? What is the life of the average citizen like?

We don't know.

What would happen if Harrow had the power? Or any of the others? What's their Lyctor campaign platform, so to speak?

We don't know that either.

What does Gideon actually want to do with her freedom? Heck, what's the soldier's life like? Does she want to learn more about the mom who left her with the house and then died?

Good question.

Noticing a theme here?

I understand the idea to keep things contained while you're setting up the world. But you really need to remember there's a world outside the isolated location.

-So, time for the obligatory Vorkosigan Saga comparision. That series cares an awful lot about the little people, no pun intended. 

Miles explicitly dedicates his life to fighting for the little guy. And he regularly runs into and makes friends with complete randos, and helps them out, helps them become better people.

The main plot turns into a murder mystery. Ironic, considering, y'know, necromancers.

People are dying, but the potential victims are mostly 15 people I don't know and don't care about. I don't even really care about Harrow or Gideon herself. The whole thing's like Daria.

(Or so I assume, because I've never seen or been interested in Daria, but one of the inside cover blurbs made the comparison.)

I want to say I dislike High School drama, but I watch a lot of high school anime. And I used to watch Glee and Riverdale. And I liked Mean Girls and Easy A and Election and I still want to see Grease.

Okay, but is it the whole "locked house mystery" aspect? 

Well, no, because I like the Knives Out movies, and the Agatha Christie novels that inspired them. Like And Then There Were None (10 Little Native Americans Indians).

Gideon doesn't really do much. In fact, there's literally a bit where someone gets murdered on her watch, and she feels guilty for falling asleep. it's obvious survivor's guilt, but I can't remember if she actually changed in any way.

I think there’s hints that she’s a tsundere toward Harrow, but I couldn’t actually tell. She has a ghost of a romance arc with a Mark 1 Ill Girl who can’t even leave her bed, but it would be boring even if it was straight.

The funny thing is, I stumbled onto the second book in the series, and did research, so I borrowed the first book, and now I don't want to read the second book either. 

Even though Gideon is dead, and it’s about Harrow.

Also, when the story shifts to Harrow's perspective, it becomes a lot more serious. The narration jokes are because we're following Gideon’s perspective. 

Even without that, I'm not sure I care about this world or trust Muir enough to spend few more hundred pages with her.

Though the cover is cool...

[katiefrog217]

10 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @eviebane for the tag!!

No pressure tagging: @bellisima-writes @knifeforkspooncup @thatskindarough @nik-knight @onceuponapuffin @quoththemaiden

1. How many works do you have on AO3? |

Currently two!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

8,934 if I added right. I've written well beyond that but it's not published or published to AO3.

3. What Fandoms do You Write For?

Currently Good Omens! Back about 10 ish years ago, I used to write a lot of Hetalia and Pokemon (if you were on DA/Quotev and read reader inserts in the 2010s, I'm sorry) and also had a short stint with Yuri on Ice. If we go for never published stuff, Inuyasha.

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

I do! I try my best to at least - I really like interacting with comments and seeing what people have to say!

5. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Actually yes - quite a few times! Tbh I wouldn't be surprised if they are still being stolen to this day by random Wattpad users (it was always fucking Wattpad). My fic "Just the Way You Are (BTT X Reader) [yes I was that songfic author - again I'm sorry] was stolen quite often, along with a few others. As a result I'm quite protective over my fics - used to do line editing so I could put my name extremely small in the text so when it was copy pasted my name showed up multiple times haha.

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

No! I haven't actually - did some creative writing prompts between people in discord before and am part of an ongoing project but as of this moment I haven't. Have helped my girlfriend with her own stuff but that's for the most part her own thing.

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

Fuck I have to pick ONE? Sweating rn uhhhh... I have two of equal measure I can think of off the top of my head: AziraCrow (Aziraphale x Crowley - Good Omens) and Hualian (Hua Cheng x Xie Lian - Heaven Official's Blessing).

8. What are your Writing Strengths?

If I go off what people tell me: heavily immersive and visual writing. And characterization. And short form story writing.

9. What are your Writing Weaknesses?

My inability to focus on a single project, along with my terrible habit of starting fics on a whim before abandoning it because I have no idea where the story was going in the first place. My ADHD makes my motivation come and go like the wind so I can go months without updating anything, and led to a lot of my old ones getting abandoned. I also have a terrible habit of dragging scenes out because I tend to want to explain a lot of things, which leads me to procrastinate a lot when I can't think of how to describe what I want. I'm trying to get better at it. Oh, and a personal pet peeve of mine is not being able to write a fic under 5k words, because I don't like publishing shorter fics, especially self contained ones. I admire people who are able to publish shorter stories a lot, I just personally get really anxious over putting out something that wasn't at least 5 word document pages long as a chapter.

10. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

If we count unpublished and never seen the light of day, it was Inuyasha. It was a fic called "The Golden Arrow", which was based off a dream I had somewhere in the early 2010's. The only one who saw anything for it was a school friend of mine, and while I generally remember the gist of it, it's been lost to time for the most part, as it was written on an app on an old phone I have but lost the cord to.

If we wanna talk actually published to the internet, I'm pretty sure it was Pokemon.

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Why don't you believe me?

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Genre : angst

Tw : none... I think

Pairing : Ren Zotto x reader

Characters : Ren Zotto and reader

Story : I promise I would never do such a thing. Please, believe me.

Info : (the reader is apart of the student council) + I'm stepping into unknown territory so idk :D

The day began in a very calm manner, which made you feel uneasy. While seated beside the kitchen counter, you checked your messages and noticed that they were mostly spam. A few of your friends told you to visit the school board website, which you did, albeit with a perplexed expression.

To your astonishment, the website was inundated with individuals frantically discussing a rumor. As you read through the comments, you experienced an weird feeling that signaled that something was happening. This feeling was amplified as you stumbled upon a specific comment.

[What the hell… I thought they were nice. I can’t believe I was ever friends with (Name)]

"What... Why am I being involved too?" You exclaimed, feeling confused and alarmed. You shook your head and clicked on the original post, which contained two attachments: a photo and a Word document. With a sense of suspicion, you opened the Word document and quickly scanned its contents.

Your breathing grew faster and shallower as you scrolled through the document, realizing that you had never done what was being accused against me. You hadn't mocked or ridiculed anyone. Please, believe me.

Your mind was consumed with thoughts when suddenly, you heard a notification sound from my phone. Slowly, you turned to check and saw that it was a message from Ren.

Oh no... He must have seen the website. What should I do? Should I ignore his message or reply to it? What's the right course of action? He probably despises me now...

Trying to steady your nerves, you decide to open his message regardless. You hands shook as you picked up your phone, unlocked it, and searched for his chat.

[I can’t believe you! Why would you do such a thing!?]

[You are now blocked by this user]

"I swear I didn't do it!" Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you scrolled through your messages, desperately searching for any evidence that could clear your name. However, to your dismay, there was only the same message.

[You are now blocked by this user]

"Why doesn't anyone believe me? I never did any of that. Please, believe me..."

Those were the thoughts running through your mind before you heard another notification sound from your open laptop.

Upon checking, you saw that it was a message from the school council's official account. Perhaps they were here to address the confusion and clear your name. You felt a sense of relief wash over yourself as you thought to myself, "It's going to be okay. Everything will be fine."

[We are sorry to inform you, we have just lost a member of our own student council…] Click to learn more...

"Oh... They really don't believe me, do they?" Tears began dripping down my face as you came to terms with the harsh reality. You tried to blink them away, but they continued to fall relentlessly. With a bitter laugh, you couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. Maybe you shouldn't even be here at all.

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-> first njsj fic... Uh yay ig...? I'm running out of ideas help 😔😔

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