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whumptober · 5 months ago

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FAQ

Please read this post before you send an ask!

TIMELINE

July: Trope voting form released. Late August: Prompt list is released for at least four weeks of preparation time. Prompts cannot be posted earlier than August 25th because of Moderator obligations in real life. (But, you know, go ahead and start writing/drawing, and add the themes in later, if you want!) September: Do as much or as little on your works as you want. You can prepare everything in advance or let September go by with vibes and start working in October. It’s up to you. October 1st: Challenge begins! A storm of whump breaks upon us all! During this time, some posts will be reblogged to the whumptober archive blog. We open the yearly AO3 collection for posting (optional). November 1st: The challenge is officially over! Completionist form opens for those who want to be included in the hall-of-fame. Early November: We release completionist and participant badges, solicit feedback, and post a hall-of-fame list of completionists by the 10th.

PARTICIPATION AND COMPLETION

Q: What counts as participation? Create or continue at least one work inspired by one of this year’s prompts. Q: What counts as completion? Creating work(s) inspired by at least one prompt from each day (or alts), for a total of 31 unique prompts. Q: Do I need to create 31 works? No. You can, if you want. Or you can create one work that you add to every day with a new prompt. Or several works that combine prompts. You can also update an existing work by adding new material with the current prompts. Q: Do I need to post my works somewhere to be a completionist or a participant? No. Q: How do you know I actually completed the challenge? We’ll take your word for it! Q: Do I have to finish my work(s) to be a completionist? No, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish them in October, but if you want it to count towards being a completionist, you must have completed 31 prompts by the end of the month. So for example, if you’re writing a long fic and you fit 31 different prompts into the writing you did in October, it’s okay if that fic isn’t finished by the time October ends, you’ll still be a completionist. Q: Is co-writing/illustrating allowed? Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you. Q: Is there a min/max limit on word count for written works? No. Q: Is there a min/max limit of quality for art? No. Q: Do I have to do something each day to be a completionist? No. You can skip days whenever you want, and as long as 31 daily prompts (or alts) are in your works done in October, you can be a completionist. For example, if you wrote a 1000-word ficlet that covers prompts in days 2, 3, and 17, you can check all three days off your list even though it’s only one work. Q: Is this challenge just for fics? No! Artworks, GIFsets, headcannons, rec lists, poetry, moodboards, or any other creative work is encouraged. Q: Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges? Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

PROMPTS

Q: How do the prompts work? There are FOUR prompts per day: a theme and three ideas. You can use one, two, three, or all four prompts for each day. If you don’t like any of the daily prompts, you can substitute one of the ALT prompts instead. Q: How strictly/literally should we interpret the prompts? As literally or as figuratively as you want. For example, if the theme is WATER, that could mean drowning, waterboarding, raining, swimming, take place underwater, be lost at sea, construct a metaphor about a character’s mood that changes like a flowing river, crying, or whatever else you can think of that fits that theme. Q: Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many? No limit and combine as many as you’d like. If you create a work that checks off multiple prompts, that work will count for a fill of multiple prompts. You need to address 31 different prompts to be an official completionist, but you don’t have to produce 31 separate works.

WORKS

Q: What’s whump? Hurting a character, whether that’s physically, emotionally, intellectually, psychologically, or any other way you can think of. Comfort afterwards is optional. Angst is emotional whump, so it counts. Q: How do I know if it’s whumpy enough? If your character is just mildly inconvenienced, it probably needs more whump. However, no participant has to prove whumpiness to the mods. Whatever you write is up to you. Q: What kind of characters can I create for? Anything. Generic “whumpee,” OC, PC, NPC, major characters, minor characters, or whatever you want. There are no limits. Q: Does it have to take place in a specific fandom? No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want. Q: Can I create AI-created works? No. We will not reblog or promote any works we know to be generative AI-created. Q: Is there anything we’re not allowed to write? As long as it contains whump and is based on our prompts, it’s fine. Please courtesy tag your works if you post them so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences. Q: What about sex, minor characters, and potentially disturbing content? You can create whatever works are legal in your country and post them accordingly. Please courtesy tag anything you think might be objectionable if you post to Tumblr so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences.

POSTING

Q: Where can I post my work? Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive. There is an AO3 archive for Whumptober 2024, as well as the parent collection for works completed outside of the event. Q: Can I start posting early? You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? We won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st. Q: Can I post late? Yes. For the sake of our hardworking Post Fairies, only a day’s themes will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive each day of October. But you can post whenever. Some of us are still working on and posting Whumptober fics from years ago. Q: Do I have to use your tags? Only on Tumblr and only if you want us to reblog your work on @whumptober-archive. Q: How do I have my works reblogged to the archive? Properly tagged posts will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive. If you want the official archive blog to reblog you, post on Tumblr and tag correctly (see this FAQ link for more info on tagging). Please note not all posts will be reblogged each day. Q: Can we @ you? For questions and comments, of course. We’ll be getting a flood of notifications, so if you really want us to see something send an ask. Q: Can I cross post on other blogs? Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable, as long as they allow cross-posting (to us). You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once. If you post some works under your main and others under an alt blog, that’s fine for completionist purposes. Q: Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms? Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there, which can be found here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the personal boundaries of any whumpers in your social circle (don’t out anyone as a participant who would prefer not to be outed).

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bitbybitwrites · 1 month ago

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I was tagged by : @porcelainmortal, @alasse9 @forabeatofadrum

Thanks for thinking of me! . . I should really do this before 2024 is up, right? 😂

BTW its still Dec 31 here where I am, so I'll say it counts.

I've done a lot more than I expected this year, as I look back. And I'm kind of proud of myself.

I started writing for another fandom - RWRB. Its been fun adding these characters to the mix.

I managed finishing 1 multi-chapter fic and a 11 shorter fics.

I'm still plugging away on 3 longer multi-chapter WIP, adding and posting chapters as I go.

I have compiled an additional WIP list of (*stops to count*) 16 other fics that are not posted yet, but are in various stages of readiness. I flitter around adding bits to each when inpiration hits.

I think that's about it for me for 2024 - still writing, slow and steady. 😊

I'm always so happy to see any of kudos and comments if you have left any . . . and I'm still really apologetic that I haven't gotten to responding to many. There's only so much time in the day. I will try to get to them!

WRITING GOALS FOR 2025: Basically write more, and write as often as I can. There are so many of my WIP I want to get into and finish . . hopefully some of you will find them interesting to read!

Wishing you all a Happy New Year and a productive and creative 2025! I look forward to seeing/reading all you create!

See links and descriptions to everything under the cut!

1.) COMPLETED FICS

April 2024

Falling For You (Klaine fic) - 26,089 words

Summary:

Kurt Hummel thought by donating his services as a florist to Memorial Sloan Kettering, that he would simply be giving back to the medical community. A good deed for the month of December. Little did he know that a few chance run-ins with an adorable doctor and a sweet little girl in the hospital lobby would change all that. Written for the Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Gift Exchange.

May 2024

Pretty Shiny things (Klaine fic) - 1,943 words

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The clangs and shrieks of the alarm system at Christie's Auction House filled the corridors, echoing through the mostly empty building. They were just as loud as the beating of Kurt and Blaine's hearts as they raced down corridor after corridor while they attempted to escape. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kurt growled through his teeth as he ran, slipping slightly on the polished marble floor as he turned another corner. “I leave you alone for five minutes . . . FIVE MINUTES, Blaine. What on earth did you do?” **** Discovered a fun new thing on Tumblr called Ficlet Friday. This ficlet was inspired by a dialogue prompt by annepi: Prompt: Klaine - “I leave you alone for five minutes...”

June 2024

hold me close (FirstPrince fic) - 836 words

Summary:

Alex has had a rough day. It's a good thing that Henry's home to take care of him. For a Ficlet Friday prompt : "Tell me anything. Everything.”

blythe spirit (FirstPrince fic) - 1,756 words

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“I . . . I don't know why you're even interested." “Baby, I love you. I'm interested in everything about you." Alex gave Henry a very pointed and heated look that definitely hit the mark. The flush on Henry’s face now deepened. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he considered his options. “Come on,” Alex softly cajoled. “You can’t just say things like: ‘I played Elvira in a school production of Blythe Spirit’ and not expect me to ask for pictures . . or at least the lowdown on it all.” Alex pouted again to prove his point. “I’m a weak man, H. These are the types of things I need to know more about.” ***** From a Friday Ficlet prompt: "Tell Me anything. Everything."

nightfall (Klaine fic) - 219 words

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Blaine sighed as he collapsed onto the sand. With his chin upon his knees and arms wrapped around his legs, Blaine gazed out toward the ocean, deciding that the purple-ish pink sky that stretched out before him was absolutely breathtaking. If only he had his camera with him. It would be a perfect addition to his next gallery exhibit. ***** Based off a Tumblr Prompt/Ask Game - "Create a microstory from the prompt selected" Thanks to Falles for giving me: "49 - nightfall"

i'll always come back to you (FirstPrince fic) - 504 words

Summary:

Alex will always come back to Henry . . .always Based on a microstory prompt: #32 - dust motes

July 2024

fire island follies (Klaine fic) - 3,027 words

Summary:

Blaine Anderson is off to a weekend on Fire Island - well, his good friend Santana is draggng him on one. He's not so sure it's the best thing to do - but a run-in with a beautiful performer from the Fire Island Follies quickly changes his mind. ****** From a Tumblr Friday Ficlet prompt from bowtiesandboatshoes : "We're going to Fire Island. It's like gay Disney World." Title is from an actual burlesque/cabaret show: The Fire Island Follies

i hate waiting (FirstPrince fic) - 555 Words

Summary:

Alex needs to keep his daughter from being bored. inspired by this adorable picture on Tumblr by wordsofhoneydew

study date (Klaine fic) - 945 words

Summary:

"Get your hands off me!" The sound of a scuffle had Kurt look up from his reading. To be honest, Divination was such a bore of a class. It's not like he needed to learn anything new about it. Kurt had all of his mother's crystals, divination tools, and journals tucked away in her old trunk up in the attic of their home. He could read tea leaves and scry with the best of them. He had long ago lost focus on the chapter Professor Holiday had assigned them for the evening, so at this point, any other distraction would be welcome. Even if it was prefect duties.

Originally this was a bit of a false start for my fic, Advanced Potions

The original prompt was "hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

August 2024

what can compare with your beautiful sound (Klaine fic) - 1,183 words

Summary:

Kurt’s brow furrowed as he concentrated on the task at hand. He had to get it just right. His hand hovered just a few inches higher, and with a deft flick of his wrist, a drop of wax fell from the lit candle in his hand to his canvas below. The canvas moaned in ecstasy. “Now, darling, we don’t want to shift, now do we?" Kurt softly murmured as he leaned in close. "You've been such a good boy for me so far." ***** Based off of a microstory prompt from Tumblr : "candles"

November 2024

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: rwrb/firstprince - 662 words

Summary:

Prince Henry has been given a new gift for his bedchamber. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: klaine - 580 Words

Summary:

Dinner was lovely, but Blaine is really ready to go home. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

2.) PARTIALLY PUBLISHED WIP:

(Klaine) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - (Klaine Reverse Bang 2023) Life in New York City and working in the restaurant industry wasn’t exactly what Kurt Hummel had expected it would be. He’s lonely, stressed out and miserable. He’s almost ready to throw in the towel and return home to Ohio when a chance meeting with a musician in Central Park changes everything. (Warning: an angsty rollercoaster of a ride. Soooo many cameos from Glee characters! 😉)

(RWRB) Puppy Love - (RWRB NYE gift exchange 2023) The cold snowy day that Henry Fox discovers an abandoned beagle puppy in an alley brings handsome, flirty veterinarian, Alex Claremont-Diaz into his life. Alex is a single dad, recently moved to NY with his young son who Henry hasn't met yet - or so Alex thought. (Fluffy kid!fic)

(Klaine) Sanctuary - (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) Crown Prince Blaine has stumbled into a secluded glade, trying to escape the horrors of the bloody war his father had brought upon their kingdom. Mourning his beloved older brother and faced with the burden of taking his place in the kingdom, Blaine yearns for a place to hid from the world to deal with the issues weighing on his heavy heart. He encounters a mysterious elf, the guardian of the magical spring that Blaine has mistakenly defiled, whose growing connection to his life the young prince can't ignore. (Inspired by an idea/ artwork by @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

3.) WIP FICS TO FINISH AND POST

My WIP list can be found here! I keep it updated. Feel free to ask me about any of them if you're curious . . 🥰. Hoping to finish some of these in the coming year.

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OK so ( as usual) I'm late to post - so if anyone hasn't done this yet and wants to - take my big open tag for it and maybe some of these folks might want to do one of these wrap ups as well?

Tagging ( participate only if you want to): @wowbright, @gleefulpoppet, @daisyishedwig, @spaceorphan18 @special-bc-ur-part-of-it

@myheartalivewrites, @14carrotghoul, @thighzp @tailsbeth-writes @onthewaytosomewhere

@sophie1973 @getmehighonmagic @tinyarmedtrex @henrysfox @blueeyedgrlwrites

@kirakiwiwrites @madas-ahatters-world @sarkyblueeyes @heartsmadeofbooks @iboatedhere

@little-escapist @littlemisskittentoes @kurtsascot @hkvoyage @lilinas

Psst. . . and if any fanartists see this and want to share what they've drawn this year, tag me! I'd love to see your work if I've missed some!

#bitbybitwrites #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fic #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #fanfiction

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diana-fortyseven · 1 year ago

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Thank you for your ask, lime! <3

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Ahahaha yes, definitely my Whumptober 2021 fic, Do You Realise What Kind of World You've Been Shaping.

Back then I was blissfully unaware that this fandom really doesn't like Angst, Whump, or Hurt/Comfort. I normally don't care too much when readers aren't interested in my newest fic, because I had fun writing it and I'm still proud of it and whatnot. But man. The combination of leaving my comfort zone, challenging myself to write daily ficlets, working off a list of prompts, and absolute indifference was so disheartening that I almost abandoned the project and deleted the fic by day 4.

I'm glad I pushed through. There are some gems in those chapters, and I'm proud of them now, and I'm proud that I managed to write all 31 prompts.

But honestly, if it weren't for those very few who did give it a chance back when I posted it, or for the fandom-blind readers who later picked it up because they like whump, I'd probably still think that my writing just sucked and that this fic was a waste of my time and energy.

To be perfectly clear, this is not meant to guilt-trip anyone into reading shit you don't want to read! Don't do that! It's just that sometimes it's really fucking hard to brush it off when you try something that's not easy for you and the reactions enforce your self-doubt.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Oh, that's Handle With Care, a quintuple drabble I wrote for the hAPPy birthday flash exchange! :D

I had fun writing it, and I think I did a good job pruning the words to keep it at exact quintuple drabble length (which was my goal from the start). I don't write lots of drabbles (and I don't really share the ones I do write), so it was definitely a challenge.

It was also my first flash exchange, so yay me! Trying all the new things!

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

I don't expect it and I'm not mad if I don't get a reply (or get a reply after weeks or months or years), but I definitely appreciate it.

#Ask Game #Fanfic Asks #Fanfic Meme

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leiascully · 3 years ago

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I posted 379 times in 2021

85 posts created (22%)

294 posts reblogged (78%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.5 posts.

I added 769 tags in 2021

#the x-files - 200 posts

#file it under q - 155 posts

#dana scully - 92 posts

#fox mulder - 86 posts

#msr - 67 posts

#chitchat - 51 posts

#xfiles fic - 33 posts

#octoberficfest - 31 posts

#my fic sort of - 31 posts

#spooktober - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 93 characters

#am i interested in watching that hard hot blaze come down to smoke and ash? on some level yes

My Top Posts in 2021

OctoberFicFest Day 5: Serpent

This year I’m using the Spooktober prompts from ArtSeaMoni on Twitter. Rated T for some mentions of sex. A brief expansion on “Never Again”.

She was afraid of snakes, once. Now she’s getting one inked on her skin. Ed watches her with eager eyes, his lips parted. He keeps wetting them with his tongue, the tip darting out. The parallels are not lost on her.

Nor is the idea that the symbol she’s chosen is more associated with Mulder than with anything else in her life. She knew of the ouroboros before she met him, she thinks. She isn’t certain anymore: many of the things she knew have been reforged in the crucible of their shared thoughts, their origins lost in the heat of their debate. Sometimes her mind feels like a snake, her thoughts coiled and muscular, weighty, lulled to sluggishness or primed to strike.

How sharper than the serpent’s tooth, she thinks. She has been a thankless child from time to time. She isn’t thinking of father figures now, purposefully pushing any notion of them away. She isn’t thinking of her father. She isn’t thinking about Mulder, who is more and less than a father figure, more and less than a son. He is more and less than what she needs, but together, incontrovertibly, they are more. She cannot think of any way he makes her less.

She is not thinking of Mulder. She is leaning into the sting and bite of the needle as it sinks its fangs into her over and over again. She chose red. Red like Ed. Red, the color of blood, the color of life, the color of rebellion. Red, her inevitable nickname. Red, the fire-flicker of interest and passion she feels when she is talking to Mulder, arguing with Mulder, their disparate notions slipping and gripping around each other, twined through each other like mating snakes.

She is not thinking of Mulder. She’s not thinking of sex. Or she is thinking of sex, the flex and heave of it, the muscles discovered under sleek skin, but she is not thinking of sex with Mulder. Ed squeezes her hand and she squeezes back harder. Tonight she’s in the mood to swallow him whole, to feel herself constricting around him, to fuck him to the point of satiation and beyond. Ed is a meal that has to last her; she knows she won’t look him up again. She has been restless lately, her wants undulating through her mind, leaving serpentine tracks through her everyday routines. There’s something hiding from her consciousness that she can almost catch hold of, something she would know if she had a way to track it to its lair somewhere in her brainstem, if she could sense the heat of it like a viper hunting. But next to the heat in Ed’s eyes, whatever it is at the edge of her mind fades into the whisky-warmed landscape of her thoughts, and she’s soothed.

Needlepoints scrape through her skin, embedding ink at the base of her spine. She thought she’d go to her grave unblemished, unmarked except by the faint lines of scars accumulated over the course of a childhood as a younger sibling with adventurous elders. She might have added a scar at the base of her belly, if things had gone otherwise. But she has many scars now that she did not choose, some too close to those she would have chosen. She has scars she can’t remember. She’ll remember this one. It will stay with her, a vivid reminder of a night she chose herself.

The pain isn’t pain any longer. Her body has done what it must and rerouted her understanding. Each prick sends a frisson up her spine instead of a pang. She, too, has wide eyes now, and wet parted lips. The neon in the window is red and it reflects in Ed’s eyes. It might as well be the crimson gleam of her mouth, the scarlet glint of her interest. It isn’t her father she sees in Ed. It’s herself. Like the ouroboros on her back, she will consume him, and consume herself. Here she is again, making a choice she knows leads nowhere. Here she is again, blood beading on her skin, almost indistinguishable from the ink under it.

She is not thinking of Mulder and the way they go around and around. She is not thinking. Her atoms have attuned to the buzz of the needle. Her existence is a waveform and a mote of dust at once; she is uncertain. She has never been more sure.

She is not thinking of Mulder.

She is.

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Fic: All things counter, original, spare, strange

Pied Beauty BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.

Mulder and Scully, walking in the Tidal Basin, two standard-issue feds in dark coats among the blossoming trees. Mulder mentally modeled them from above: two peppery particles in an idle Brownian swirl of motion, suspended in a crowd of tourists and lobbyists and other flecks in grim suits. And yet, as ordinary as they looked, they were set apart, precipitate, walking the line between the waking world and the dusky underworld crowded with specters. The golden hour light brought out a roseate shadow on Scully’s cheeks like a blush. She looked as freshly minted as a new penny, all crisp edges and bright copper glints. Mulder wondered if he looked as improbably young. The slant of the sun revealed a dusting of freckles under her dusting of powder. He loved them, individually and collectively: a benevolent accident of genetics, memories of sunbeams preserved on the fair canvas of her skin. Happier memories, he hoped, than the rest of the marks concealed by her blouse and her jacket and the russet fall of her hair over the nape of her neck.

A breeze rustled the branches of the cherry trees. The shed petals tangled in Scully’s hair and dappled her padded shoulders like snowflakes, like stars. Mulder reached out and put his fingertip into the gentle cup of one petal. It felt silky against his skin, tender and almost damp, the way he imagined Scully’s skin would feel. She looked up at him, a flicker of azure inquiry. He shook his head. It’s nothing, Scully. Only his heart, pooling like meltwater in his chest. Only her loveliness in the dimming evening like a slender moon rising. Only the way they moved through the swirling clumps of tourists like iron filings drawn by a magnet. Purpose united them, and some strange law of attraction. Drawn apart, they would snap back together, strong enough to bruise anything caught between them.

“Your informants have such a flair for the dramatic,” Scully murmured, turning her face nearly into his arm.

“No better anonymity than the madding crowd,” Mulder said.

“Mulder, does it ever strike you that no one wants to speak to us except from behind a convenient statue or an unconvincing disguise?” She had her hands in her pockets, but strode freely beside him. He slowed to match her pace, strolling along in the fading light.

“I thought that was just how everyone talked.”

“Hmm,” she said. “Now I see why you didn’t get invited to parties.”

“I went to parties,” he protested. “I go to parties.”

“Of course,” she said. “Of course.”

He grumbled, good-naturedly, and let his knuckles brush her sleeve. The slick sleek polyester of her trench coat felt nothing like petals, nothing like skin, but it warmed him all the same.

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"I have him, Scully. I got William back."

She collapsed into a chair that someone pushed up for her and reached out blindly. Frohike caught her hand; the warmth of his leather-gloved hand was surprisingly comforting.

"Come home," she whispered.

"We'll be there tomorrow," he promised. Over the monitor, she heard William's soft contented chuckle as he bounced on his father's knee, and the tears rose to her eyes.

100 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 01:10:20 GMT

Listen I don't think I would want to be free of the way I feel when Gillian and David look at each other Like That and touch each other like that and just generally negotiate each others' personal space and the world like they're the only things in focus in the whole universe even if I could. Leave me my simple pleasures. They're my favorite intoxicants. So what if I get a lil' tipsy on their chemistry once in a while.

101 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 16:34:17 GMT

An underrated moment: when Scully taps Mulder's chest with the back of two knuckles to get his attention in The Rain King. A very "I have touched this person before and I will again and this person belongs to me" gesture.

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #long post #chitchat #wow i did not create too much content™ this year huh #still i did at least 31 ficlets so #good enough

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shadlad24 · 2 years ago

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Episodic Ficlet #24 (Alternate): Safe

“It’s Gabrielle who performed the miracle. …Din’cha?”

Grandmother? Uncle Meropes? Dazed orbs sought the faces of her loved ones with whom she had just reunited. The young bard gasped at what she saw instead. Xena’s looking at me with such love in her eyes. She’s even tearing up. No! Gabrielle mourned when the warrior princess pulled back from kissing her on the forehead. I don’t want this dream to end. A stuttered breath later, the girl panicked. Unless Xena’s dead too! Th-the temple!

Those strong arms cinched tighter around in her limp frame. “Ssh,” that voice soothed her. “It’s alright, precious. You’re safe. You’re safe now; I promise!”

“...Xena?”

“Yes, lovey?” Her voice catching on the endearment, the woman still laughed beneath watery eyes.

Gabrielle knew then she was still on the other side.

Or maybe not. The center of her chest began to ache terribly.

“I-it hurts,” she whispered. She soon passed out, for Xena immediately parted her top and kissed the forming bruise there.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

It had to be a dream.

“I love you.”

Elven ears perked up, and Gabrielle let herself grin. “I know,” she told her dream lover.

“Oh, ya do, do ya? I guess I don’t have to say it anymore then.”

Green-blue eyes shot open at that warm, teasing tone. Her hand rose to ensnare itself in the long, raven locks spilling into her face but found itself full of another hand. She’s even still holding me, the bard mused, utterly amazed.

“How-” Xena’s voice broke again. “How’re you feelin’, hon- huh?”

“Safe,” the bard murmured as she snuggled even closer to her hero.

For the next few days, Gabrielle would not wake without dark hair in her eyes, warm breath tickling her temple, and powerful hands cradling her in some way.

We’ll have to come through this forest more often, she thought to herself with a soft but naughty grin. Then she would whine or whimper, and Xena would instantly spring to attention to wait on her hand and foot. Definitely challenge the warrior princess to stop a war at least once a season from here on out.

A pointed poke in the nose and huff told her to not even try it.

But Gabrielle knew that she would.

Woo! 300th post! I debated writing this bit, figured it’d be a better conclusion to the season, and so went ahead and did it. Sue me. 😛 But yay! So much is complete now!

Season 1 FFLMs: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20 #21 #22 #23 #24 + MFLMs: #1 #2

Season 2 FFLMs: #25 #26 #27 #28 #29 #30 #31 #32 #33 #34 #35 + MFLM: #3

Episodic Ficlets: #1 #1 (Truncated) #2 #3 #4 #4 (Alternate) #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20 #21 #22 #23 #24 + full Google Doc

Also, Adrienne Wilkinson is working with me on getting my first novel ready for publication. COOOOOOL!!! She’s seriously the best, y’all. Also-also, another Xenite helped me download all the Rift Arc episodes in HD. Now I can redo the images for a bunch of my posts! Yaaaaay! Which one should I do first? Lemme know! And celebrate this milestone with me, if you will! Thanks!

*Oh yeah. 375 words. Ahem.

#xwp #xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle #gabrielle #xena fanfiction #xenafic #drabbles #ficlets #fflm #mflm #link post

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tennessoui · 4 years ago

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You kind of already did 31 but pleaseeeeeeee

these ficlets keep getting longer ffs this is 2k

31. One is a sex worker, the other is a client AU

anakin's had his turn as a sex worker in my writing so it's Obi-Wan this time, paired with Vaderkin and i made it more dark than I thought would happen whoops but. warnings are: probably bordering extremely dubious consent even though no sex happens and this is just the lead up. a brief reference to underage sex work, though absolutely nothing comes of it. and vaderkin being a bit creepy.

There is a saying among the workers at the Establishment: if the imperial palace calls for you, you should hope the person that is displayed next to you is prettier.

Obi-Wan has never bought into prayers of any kind and this saying is only ever said with something akin to a worshipful dread. Still, when Ahsoka drapes a cloak of red around his shoulders and whispers those words to him—“May the others be your betters”—he thinks for a second about the nature of prayer and of hope and the futility of both in this galaxy.

“Don’t worry, little ‘Soka,” he smiles from under the cloak’s hood. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake.” He is, after all, one of the oldest workers here, makes most of his money these days tending bar and running the front desk, called in to serve mostly for virgin customers who want a gentler and more experienced hand to guide them in the art of pleasure. He doesn’t think any of the words could be used to describe the Emperor Vader, can’t see the imposing black-suited man interested in the art of pleasure.

Ahsoka can’t look him in the eye, but she hugs him tightly as he boards the shuttle that will take him to the Palace.

The ride there is quiet. Obi-Wan tries to avoid as many glances from the other people as he gives to them. Most of them are young, human. He seems to be the only male above 40. His chances are good.

Maybe he hadn’t been lying to Ahsoka. Maybe, truly, his name being included on the list had been a mistake

Something inside him hesitates though. He’d been out in the Upper levels a week ago, making his way home after one of his rare appointments with an old client turned friend. A child had fallen into the path of a small parade of speeders. A correctional officer had raised a whip. Obi-Wan had reacted on instinct, catching its lash with his forearm. The child had run off. Obi-Wan had stayed. He’d raised his head just enough, eons later, to see the durasteel outside of the largest speeder pass by his prone form, just enough to see the Imperial crest on its hull. Just for long enough to see a glint of a yellow eye from the window.

Bacta had treated his wounds, but his mind had not allowed him to rest easily, caught up in the memory of that eye--had he imagined the interest? Had he imagined it all?

And so to hear his name called tonight--the first calling since The Incident--had felt like the confirmation of all of his most unfounded fears.

Would tonight be the night he died? He had lived a long life. A rough one. Perhaps it is time.

Still, in the back of his head, a selfish, utterly human part of him whispered, may the others be your betters.

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Those chosen do, often, come back. Sometimes they do not. Mostly they do. Obi-Wan has never truly decided which of these fates is the worse one. Those who survive don’t say anything for days on end, their eyes blank as they stare forward. Their bruises, if they are there, are easy to heal. But something is always wrong with their minds afterwards. And those who don’t come back...well. It’s hard to say what happens to them, where they go. Far away or down below.

Obi-Wan is forced to his knees in between a moderately aged female Togruta and a fairly young teenager. The boy is shaking. He can’t be more than sixteen.

They’re in the Entrance Hall. Obi-Wan has never been here before, but he supposes it makes sense. There will be one person who ventures further into the Palace. The rest will be dismissed out the doors that just shut. No need to bring the scum further in than they have to.

Distantly, like a funeral drum, Obi-Wan can hear the sound of feet falling, making their way closer. Just a single pair. He wants to look up, to watch the Emperor--because it has to be the Emperor--approach, but there’s a Guard behind him, holding his head down.

The footsteps are close now. There’s only ten of them--sometimes, Obi-Wan has heard that there can be as many as twenty or thirty--so the line is short. Vader paces quietly from the first to the last person, before stopping in the middle. Obi-Wan can just see the black of his boots if he flicks his eyes as far as they can go to the left. The boy next to him lets out a muffled sob. Obi-Wan wishes he could offer the kid some sort of comfort, some sort of reassurance that the Emperor will choose one of the other workers, a body more desirable than either of theirs, but there are no words to describe the guilty relief of a suffering passed onto someone else.

On some sort of invisible signal, the Guard behind Obi-Wan wrenches his head back by the hold he has on both the silken hood and his own hair. It’s far from comfortable, tilted so far back. The message is obvious. Submission is not optional. Respect will be shown through any means necessary.

Obi-Wan tries to keep the hulking form of Vader in his eyesight, even though to see ahead of him he has to close his eyes almost completely because of the angle. It’s impossible to see anything from the chest up, but he can still hear. Loud, mechanical breathing fills the halls. Vader stops at each person for no longer than five seconds before he continues down the line. Obi-Wan holds his breath, waiting for his turn. Does he turn his head as much as he can, to try and accentuate the gray at his temples? Does he lower his eyes?

He doesn’t, in the end, do either. Vader is wearing a mask, completely covering his face. He doesn’t even look human, except for the way he cocks his head slightly as he stares down at Obi-Wan. He feels flayed, just under the single look, but he can’t turn away either. He glowers up at him. Five seconds pass. Vader should be moving on by now. The fact that he hasn’t fills Obi-Wan with the sort of fear he’s only felt a handful of times in his life.

“This one,” Vader says through a voice modulator. Obi-Wan closes his eyes in defeat, thinks of Little Ahsoka back at the Establishment, thinks of what she’ll think if he doesn’t make it home.

But the boy next to him bursts into sobs and Obi-Wan opens his eyes to see that Vader’s hand isn’t pointing to him at all, but instead just to his right.

But Vader’s face is still pointed directly at Obi-Wan though, head still cocked. The question is as clear as if he actually spoke the words aloud. What will you do about this?

What will he do? What can he do? It’s the street from a week ago all over. A child is in danger. How can Obi-Wan ever live with himself if he doesn’t at least try to throw himself on the blade?

“No!” he says before he can think it through. The Guard behind him jerks his hair back roughly in punishment, but the monster in front of him runs two gloved fingers down his cheek, the pantomime of a lover’s caress. “Me instead. Choose me.”

“Quiet,” the Guard hisses to him, making him wince with the ferocity of the yank he gives his hair. Obi-Wan pants open-mouthed as he tries to think of an argument, of a single reason why the Emperor should not get what he wants, should settle for a washed up whore instead of a younger model. All he can think of is the moral justifications of it, and he’s not sure Vader would care for that line of reasoning.

“I’m asking,” he blurts out. The fingers pause from where they’ve been absent-mindedly touching his beard. “When has anyone ever asked?”

The Emperor takes a step back and seems to consider Obi-Wan, what he has to offer. He tries to preen, to throw his shoulders back and sit back on his heels to show off his body, but it’s hard when the Guard hasn’t let up on his hair. In fact the grip gets even tighter as the man behind him snorts a common insult.

A second later, the hand and the pressure disappear. Obi-Wan falls forward automatically at his sudden release. He scrambles away instinctively, even if that means closer to Vader. Vader who has his hand raised out in front of him clenching his gloved fist tight. Obi-Wan looks behind him at the guard who had held him. The man is scrabbling at his throat. Obi-Wan knows already it will be a futile effort. With Vader distracted by his execution, he turns to check on the boy. He’s looking down, refusing to make eye contact.

Probably for the better.

The Guard falls to the floor. The other nine Guards don’t move at all. Obi-Wan supposes there’s no room for loyalty in a galaxy like this.

“Come,” Vader says, running a hand through his hair. It’s a surprisingly gentle touch, seeing as that hand just took someone else’s life.

Slowly, Obi-Wan rises to his feet and follows behind him, through the twisting halls of the Imperial Palace. He thinks anyone could get lonely here if they have no one to keep them company. It’s so big. Obi-Wan shares his room with three other people, and he frets if one of them is still gone by the time he falls asleep.

This much space would drive anyone mad for another’s touch.

He blinks at himself, incredulous. Is he actually trying to feel compassion for the Emperor? Is it actually working?

The Emperor flings open a pair of elaborate doors without touching them, and suddenly Obi-Wan’s in the bedchambers of the most powerful man on the planet. And to think, he’s wearing mismatched and terribly darned socks.

He resolves to not ask Vader for permission to do anything with his own body for the entire night. He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as Vader takes off his cape and his gloves.

“Would you like to know my prices before or after?” He asks as cooly as possible.

“Your price is that it’s you here and not the boy.”

“Would you have wanted the boy?” Obi-Wan can’t hide the disgust in his tone.

“No,” the Emperor says succinctly. “But I did want to know what you would do. If you really were the same man as the one in the street.”

Obi-Wan’s breath catches in his throat. “Why would you want to know that?”

“There’s so little good left in the galaxy. It’s fascinating that so much is concentrated in you.” Vader reaches up to unlatch his mask. A cascade of golden curls falls out.

He huffs. The Emperor of the Galactic Empire thinks there’s not enough good in the galaxy. It’s at the very least ironic. “It’s a greedy galaxy, your Imperial Majesty--”

The Emperor turns around to face him, helmet still held in his hands. Obi-Wan is surprised to learn he’s just a man. An attractive man, certainly, young and almost pretty with a perfect arch to his lips and a roguish scar cutting through a thick eyebrow. If he had been one of Obi-Wan’s workers, he’d have taken him under his wing, tried to protect him from the clients who would have paid extra to rough up that face.

He was saying something. Obi-Wan had meant to say something else. Oh. Right. “Good cannot be bought.”

The man in front of him--was it really Vader?--smiles, but it doesn’t reach his yellow eyes. “No,” he purrs, discarding his helmet and stalking forward. “But you can.”

#asks #tw: dubious consent #obikin #my fics #vaderkin #prompt fill

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dusted-star · 2 years ago

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I posted 9,249 times in 2022

That's 8,862 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (1%)

9,111 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fannish-snailien

@walking-meme

@countingsunflowerpetals

@qu-ilinn

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I tagged 1,392 of my posts in 2022

#genshin - 31 posts

#luka appreciation tag <3 - 13 posts

#sigma appreciation tag - 12 posts

#tgcf - 10 posts

#chaeya - 9 posts

#absolutely - 8 posts

#wow - 8 posts

#prev tags - 7 posts

#misc - 7 posts

#woah - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#kae n luc make me think about jean who makes me think about lisa who makes me think about sucrose and albedo and then i'm having *klee* -

My Top Posts in 2022:

if I see one more bonecoin advertisement I'm going to lose it

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2ha things that made me scream /pos list

spoilers below~

"Shizun, please pay attention to me." but the original chinese. if i'm getting this right it meant more along the lines of "please acknowledge that I exist"

"Ge, we don't have a shizun anymore" Although this whole scene broke my heart, and probably everyone else's too, the fact that it was Xue Meng who said it-

“You don’t even have to compare yourself to Mo Ran. You can’t even compare to Xu Shuanglin. At the very least, he still had feelings and dared to admit it. He’s not like you, Hua Binan.” you fucking go shizun. although I did really like hua binan, and I nearly cried when he died, it was wonderful to see shizun take a stance.

“I want to do better too, so that I won’t feel too dirty to stand before you, so that at least I’ll be able to lift my head in front of you. But I...I can’t catch up to you..." Mo Ran bb boy forgive yourself pls. You are good enough and your Shizun sees you.

Anyways this was sitting in my drafts for a while and it's still making me insane so <3

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i laugh knowing that as soon as yosano's episodes come out the bsd fandom will rip tear murder me bc they're gonna be sobbing over her backstory and i'm gonna be sexualizing mori in his military uniform so hard-

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I actually wrote something! It is religious trauma filled!

It's vaguely Fyozai, but not,,, romantic? More than platonic, not quite queerplatonic, definitely not romantic.

a short little ficlet ft. a prison conversation

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My #1 post of 2022

I think us aromantics should get swords on valentine's day

yk. as a treat

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friendofspidermannedleeds · 3 years ago

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2021 Fic Year in Review

Thank you for tagging me, @momentofmemory! ❤ I love doing these.

Number of completed works:

I completed 39 and started 2 multichaps that still aren’t finished! Of course 31 of those were Fictober pieces and some were quite short little ficlets, but I’m proud of the volume all the same.

Total word count:

73,076 (okay for me this is a LOT wow)

Fandoms written in:

Purely MCU Spidey 😊

Did you write more, less, or about what you’d expected?

I wrote more words overall than I’d expected to write, but made less progress on my multichaps than I’d hoped. It’s hard to be consistent when the whims are ever-changing!

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

This question is so hard, because it genuinely changes day by day. But I’m going to have to choose Father’s Day, because it features May Parker being the excellent mom she is and it was one of my first deviances from canon. And despite NWH and what MCU did with its canon, I’m still very much a Ben Parker exists and matters to the Parker Family stan.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

For sure! Writing multichaps was a risk for me because I didn’t know if I could keep them up, and since I very much did not, that was kind of a failed risk. 🙃

I’m still so new to writing for fun that posting anything outside of what I normally post feels risky, but there were some new things I tried that I think were more successful. I wrote Flash POV for the first time, and that was fun! I also tried an almost stream of consciousness thing with Ned, and I loved that.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

Fanfic goals include finishing my three multichaps, writing a fic about MJ and Ned remembering Peter, and writing some missing scene fic for NWH that fills in gaps with some happier moments.

read more here

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Din: What would you say if i came home with a ship full of foundlings?

Luke: um... Whats in the ship?

Din: ...

Luke: Din, what's in the ship?

Din: I think you already know.

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Ashoka: I could be wrong, but I’m sensing something’s bothering you.

Anakin: I’m just focused on the mission.

Ahsoka: No, you’re troubled about something else. As your Padawan, I am attuned to your emotions.

Anakin: Okay, can you stay out of my head?

Ahsoka: I’m not in your head. You’re just really bad at hiding your emotions.

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cursed-or-not · 4 years ago

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Suptober Fics

Here’s my master list of all my suptober fics throughout the month! The descriptions,,,,,are not very professional, but I tried to at least acknowledge any ships or warnings.

Day 1: On The Road Again (100 words)

Literally just a Dean drabble. Winchester bros.

Day 2: Earth (548 words)

Destiel. Features tipsy Deancas and conversations about falling. First kiss ficlet.

Day 3: Demonic (357 words)

Dean ficlet mainly, but it gives a moment to everyone in TFW. Heavy on poetry, not heavy on plot.

Day 4: Branded (200 words)

Deancas. Yes, I wrote about the handprint, and no, I don’t care how basic it is. This one has an implied MCD and.... not a happy ending.

Day 5: Daydream (270 words)

Deancas again. Not much plot, Dean’s POV. Kinda just fluff, ngl.

Day 6: Mask (548 words)

You guessed it: Deancas! It’s another first kiss fic, because do I know how to write anything else?

Day 7: Domestic (621 words)

Destiel fluff. That’s literally it. They stargaze and talk.

Day 8: Heartless (276 words)

This one was a coda for 15x14, so... here, there are spoilers. It sounds like its gonna be angsty, but it’s just TFW being a family.

Day 9: Electric (456 words)

Cosmic!cas ficlet with implied deancas. Also written in second person?? Idk, this one is kinda just freeverse, but I sure had fun writing it.

Day 10: Sweet Rides (1k words)

Wayward sisters! Dreamhunter! TFW being a family! This is really just meant to be a feel good fic. Also, Jack’s POV.

Day 11: Rock & Roll (1.8k words)

Deancas. Opens with a T.S. Elliot quote, but don’t hold it against me. Deancas moments + music. This... might not be my best technical writing, but it turned out my fav from the month.

Day 12: Rewind (286 words)

Sam fic! Finally. It’s just a reflection on boyking!sam that ends on a hopeful note because he deserves the world.

Day 13: Ladies (306 words)

It’s a Jessica Moore ficlet. Yes, I’m still crying about Jess in 2020, and no, I won’t apologize.

Day 15: Third Eye (1k words)

Destiel again. Djinn fic, kinda. I did this one really late, but I sure had fun.

Day 17: Autumn Invading (1k words)

Destiel. Touches on the empty, but largely fluff. First kiss.

Day 18: Dark & Stormy Night (575 words)

Dreamhunter. Features Kaia dealing with nightmares from the Bad Place and Claire not letting her go through them alone.

Day 20: Home (600 words)

Deancas again. More staring at the sky, more handholding and realizations.

Day 29: Fragile (357 words)

Yep, I skipped a bunch of days. Sorry. But this one is a Cas ficlet centered around the 15x17 revelation bc that episode made me crazy. Deancas, but like, slight.

Day 31: Carry On (2k words)

Dean-centric, destiel, tfw 2.0. I’m gonna go ahead and say spn spoilers just in case, but I really did blatantly ignore actual plot stuff in favor of ~emotions~. This one was kind of my goodbye to this show and these characters. Yeah I’m crying what about it

#my suptober stuff #sorry if it’s dumb to have a master list when I didn’t do every day’s prompt #but in all fairness I started this before I had missed a day #mine

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deesarrachi · 4 years ago

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We did it everyone! A ficlet every single day in October, and I’m really proud of that. It’s been a hot minute since I shared any of my writing, and I’m super thankful to @fytheuntamed for creating and running this fest that inspired me to do it.

Day 31: Wei Wuxian

The morning was already well on its way when Wei Wuxian woke, sunlight dappling the floor of the Jingshi. He stretched languidly under the blankets, still feeling pleasantly sore from last night's early birthday present from his husband, listening to the bird songs outside the window. He rolled onto his side and spotted the tray of breakfast, steaming a little in the chill air and grinned. If the bite in his nose was any indication, Lan Wangji had seasoned his congee appropriately this morning. The only downside was that his husband couldn't be there to serve him breakfast in bed.

Still, it was nice to be able to lounge about in the warm bed until his hunger forced his hand. Lan Qiren had informed him that Lan Zhifu would be teaching his classes today for practice, which was closer to a birthday present than he had expected from his uncle-in-law, and it meant the whole day stretched out ahead of him, free and open.

The rice congee, bright red with spice, didn't warm him nearly as much as the note Lan Wangji had left beside the bowl, informing him that he loved him, and that Lan Sizhui would be arriving with supper that evening, and that there were letters and packages for him on the desk, and that he loved him. He shook his head a little over the note – Lans! Hopeless romantics, every one of them, no matter how much they tried to hide it – and tucked it into the book by his side of the bed for safekeeping.

The letters and packages were mostly what he expected: birthday greetings and gifts from his brother and nephew. There was a letter there from Wen Ning too, who was travelling on his own for a while after returning Sizhui safe to the Cloud Recesses. Under those was the grading he'd been putting off for his novices, which he hastily pushed aside. Tomorrow would be for real work, and besides, he'd already taken this long to return them. One more day wouldn't hurt.

The afternoon sun was warm as he wandered the paths, accepting greetings from the various disciples as they passed him. Several of his novices spotted him and rushed forward at a run (at least, until a nearby Senior cleared his throat meaningfully, causing several shame-faced bows of apology and a more sedate pace) to swarm him and excitedly chatter about their morning and the fascinating lesson that Lan Zhifu had taught them and now they were going to practice meditation and would he come with them for that?

Wei Wuxian laughed. "Oh, you certainly don't want this Senior's help with meditation, I'll be the worst distraction for all of you. Even the very best, most experienced, most senior Lans lose focus when I'm being a bother at them! Baby Lans don't stand a chance."

A few of the children gave token protests at being called babies, but one fixed him with a surprisingly serious stare, for a six-year-old. "I bet Hanguang-Jun doesn't get distracted by you. Lying is forbidden, Senior Wei."

He had to hastily choke down his snort of laughter. "I suppose you're right, but either way, none of you are at Hanguang-Jun's level yet. And you won't get there with a troublesome senior in the way." He swept them a bow just to hear the laughter, then shooed them in the direction of their next classroom with a bright smile.

The library was calm and still, perfect for quiet research on refining his latest talisman idea, one that would spin a web around any ghost that came too near. It was nice to work without urgency, to absorb the soft susurrus of paper and brush and soft voices, to hop between books and scrolls and his own work and sometimes take a break to walk around and see what the other patrons were up to. Sometimes he offered advice to juniors working on essays for their teachers, or just listened to a verbal report, or let an excited novice explain the sword forms she had just learned. It still surprised him sometimes, the simple joy he got from teaching younger disciples.

Eventually, though, the library emptied out as the dinner hour drew closer, and Wei Wuxian put away most of the things he'd spread over his little table, keeping a scroll for later perusal. He had his own supper to get to, after all, and if he knew his A-Yuan, it was going to be delicious. He wasn't sure when Sizhui had learned to be such a capable cook, but he certainly wasn't going to turn away a chance for excellent food instead of bland soup and greens.

The sunset lit the sky on fire, reds and oranges and purples painted across the horizon and dotted with golden clouds. The Jingshi was lit from within, sounds of soft chatter – he could pick out his husband's and son's voices, and the loud laugh that rang out had to mean that Lan Jingyi had been invited, too – spilling from the open door. Wei Wuxian breathed deep, smelling the braised pork and roasted carrot scent wafting from the Jingshi's kitchen, and felt the warmth blossom in his chest. His son, his husband, his home... all the things he'd dreamed of in his first life and never once thought he could really have.

He walked the last few feet up the path and into the home he shared with the ones he loved the most.

(Note: Lan Zhifu (志赋) named with help from this post. Please let me know if I've messed up horribly so I can fix it!)

#untamed fall fest #day 31 #the untamed #there is no plot to this it's really just wwx having a Really Good Day lmao #he deserves it #wangxian #my precious son who has never done a wrong thing ever in his life

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shitpostsfromtheinvisiblelibrary · 4 years ago

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31, 32 Kairene please??

Spoilers- this is mainly just two ficlets of people making out

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

Irene felt Kai’s hand on her jaw as she woke up, she couldn’t help it when her lips curl into a slight smile. She kept her eyes shut though, pretending to be asleep a little while longer.

She could feel the warmth of the sun coming through the window, Kai must have already got up and opened the curtains before he had returned to the bed to join her again. Kai was warm too, he was right next to her, maybe propped up on his elbow like he so often did, so that he could lean over her.

“Irene,” He said in a soft, almost sing-song voice. “I know you’re awake,” She stayed silent, smiling even more when she heard his sigh. “I’d call you sleeping beauty, but I was raised to not tell lies.”

“Kai!” She exclaimed, opening her eyes. He laughed, tilting his head back and Irene watched the sunlight play along his pale skin and dark hair, like a charcoal sketch, beautiful and perfect. He leant back down to her, his loose hair falling over his face.

Irene reached up and combed her fingers into his hair and held it away from his face before arching her back slightly in order to kiss him. Kai very nearly growled as he pressed her back into into the bed.

Irene tightened her fingers into Kai’s hair as she felt teeth against her lower lip. She hated alarm clocks anyway, but after a few months of sharing her bed with Kai and she had been totally ruined, she didn't want to wake up in any other way but in his arms, or nearby at the very least.

And the days like this? They were near to bliss.

Being woken up by a gentle touch and a kiss shortly afterward? She didn't want to go back to an empty bed and the ringing of an alarm clock. She wanted to feel like this every morning if she could do so.

Kai pulled away, breathing heavily against her lips.

“I love you,” She said. Kai smiled like he always did when she said that. “Kai…” He had shifted slightly to kiss her jaw.

“I love you too.” He said against her skin in between feathery light kisses. “Irene,” She drew him back to her lips and kissed him again.

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A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

“Irene?” Kai pushed through the crowds of panicked people. They’d been separated when a fight had kicked off as the result of Vale’s latest case. His nose was dripping blood but he ignored that. Vale was fine, kneeling with his knee planted firmly between the attackers spine, but he had no idea where Irene had vanished to in the mess of people.

“Go and find her,” Vale was a bit breathless. “I have this.” He waved Kai off and Kai nodded before starting to push through people.

Covent garden was busy almost all day, every day, and with everyone rushing, it was a crush of people. Kai had the benefit of towering over people’s heads though, able to look around for Irene.

He spotted her outside of the opera house and started pushing his way against the flow of the people wanting to get away from the square, rather than backing into a corner.

She took a deep breath before stepping toward him and flinging an arm around his neck and pulling him down to her into a kiss.

It was hardly any worse than any of the other fights that they had been in, he’d been more scared when he had turned to see that Irene had vanished than when he’d been punched in the face by a werewolf (which had hurt like hell but was easy to ignore now)

He wrapped an arm around her middle and drew her to his chest whilst his other hand came up to cup her jaw, there was blood on his fingers, now sticky on Irene’s cheek but she showed no sign of much caring about that and parted her lips against his.

Kai softly groaned, a low rumble through his body that made Irene’s breath catch in her throat and tighten her grip on him. It was hardly proper, he was fairly certain that such impropriety would get them told off by the police but no one was paying attention to them and Kai wasn't about to start complaining about Irene’s response to the whole situation.

Eventually they had to ease apart, both flushed red (underneath the blood,) breathing heavily and eyes still shut. Eventually, Kai opened his eyes again and ducked his head to much more gently kiss Irene, barely touching his lips to hers before pulling back.

“What was that for?” He asked with an almost dopey grin.

“I… don’t know?” She said slowly. “I can hardly take it back now though, can I? And I don’t see you complaining.”

“I am never going to complain when you kiss me like that,” He reached out to neaten up some of the loose hairs that had escaped Irene’s tight bun before sliding his fingers down the side of her face and making her shiver.

“I’d say that it was a near death experience, but compared to what we usually deal with…” He entwined his fingers with hers as they started walking back to where Vale was, now talking with police officers who had come to investigate the screaming.

“We don’t usually have the opportunity for that after our normal shenanigans,” He pointed out. “We’re usually just absolutely exhausted. And in more pain that a broken nose,” He gestured to his face with a wave of his free hand.

“How nice it is to be able to say that a werewolf attack in a busy place is nice and easy to deal with.”

#fanfiction #The invisible library

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delta-roseblr · 4 years ago

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Weekly Writing Updates

***********READ THIS FIRST**************

Before I get into the actual update I want to explain a bit of what has been going on in my own life first because you are going to see that dates have changed.

I am going to be taking Two Months Off from posting and will be returning in DECEMBER. For the sake of transparency and hopefully understanding I want to explain why this is happening.

Lets go all the way back to March when things really started getting crazy with COVID and schools (including the one I work for) moved to virtual learning. I experienced a lot of initial anxiety with that (which I think we all did) that kept me from writing as much as I normally do. I have a pretty significant history with anxiety that I’m not going to outline here but I can say that it has been bad in the past. I thing I have never experienced before was how Anxiety can shift to Depression but as COVID stay at home orders went from being a couple weeks to pretty much being for the foreseeable future that happened to me. There was a period of time where just getting out of bed was really hard- Obviously this further impacted my writing.

Over the summer things started to get better- I started to get better. I found a routine that worked for me, and I was looking forward to the start of the school year even though I knew it was going to be chaotic. Then right as I got my feet under me, it happened- My supervisor was fired. Not because she did anything illegal or anything like that, just district politics. Beyond the personal disappointment that came with the fact that we worked well together, and I was going to miss her, there was the problem of who was appointed to replace her. It became clear very early on that the new women didn’t have the knowledge to do the job. It took a little longer to realize just how unprofessional and retaliator she is. I can’t go into a lot of detail about what has been happening due to confidentiality reasons, but I can say that the last two months (since this woman was appointed) has been HELL for me. I have cried almost daily because of this woman and her horrible treatment of myself and others.

One thing I learned from my last job was that you should never stay at a job if you are miserable so as hard as it was for me (because I still love many of the people I work with) I began looking for a new job. The good news is that within a week and a half of seriously pursuing something I was offered a new position, and that is such a relief! The thing is they want me to start in October and the position is in Delaware.

So I’m moving again which wasn’t exactly the plan. Right now I am in a whirlwind of applying for my licensure in Delaware, completing all my employment paperwork, trying to find a new apartment, and packing. It’s all happened so fast and I’m still a big old ball of anxiety but at least there is hope at the end of the tunnel now.

So I have decided to take a few months off from posting to take a stressor off my plate as I move and settle in. I will still be writing as time allows, just without impending due dates.

What I’m asking for from all of you is understanding and patience. PLEASE DON’T send me asks asking me if I’m really taking two months off or can’t I start posting sooner. I know asks like that come from a good place but it fucking hurts. This WAS NOT an easy decision for me. I want nothing more then to keep posting and interacting at my normal rate but I’m also trying to get through one of the hardest things I have ever dealt with.

I’m still going to post my weekly writing updates because it is a good way to keep all of you up to date with what is going on. I’m always going to try to post updates about my life as things happens even though that in general is hard for me.

Now onto the actually updates!

All Moments Delix

Chapter 31- Complete -Anticipated Post Date 12/4

Chapter 32- Draft Complete - Anticipated Post Date 1/

Chapter 33- Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 34- Draft Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 35- Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 36- Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 37- Complete- Anticipate Post Date

Chapter 38- Draft in Progress- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Prompt Based Ficlets

Delix & Solangelo kid fic -Outline complete

Anon- Felix thanksgiving prompt

Kyle and “Mysterious Handsome” (AKA- Cecil) meeting- Draft in progress

Solangelo spanking prompt

Delix & Solangelo double-date prompt- Outline Complete

@ satan-with-grey-socks Morning after prompt- Outline complete

Anon prompt: How everyone acts toward Felix following the break up with Dean

@fionaisabel13 prompt Felix acceptance letter

Sex toy prompt

Felix prom prompt

Delix at Camp Half Blood fic-

Chapter 19- DRAFT IN PROGRESS- Anticipated Post Date 12/7

Chapter 20- Outline Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 21 Anticipated Post Date

Other Projects:

Solangelo Mortal Delinquent AU-

Chapter 13- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3 9/26

Chapter 14- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 15- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 16- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 17- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 18- COMPLETE- Anticipated Post Date 9/24

Chapter 19- DRAFT IN PROGRESS- Anticipated Post Date 12/30

Chapter 20- Anticipated Post Date 1/27

Chapter 21- Anticipated Post Date 2/25

Chapter 22- Anticipated Post Date 3/25

Chapter 23- Anticipated Post Date 4/29

Chapter 24- Anticipated Post Date 5/27

Chapter 25- Anticipated Post Date 6/24

Chapter 26- Anticipated Post Date 7/29

Chapter 27- Anticipated Post Date 8/26

Chapter 28- Anticipated Post Date 9/30

Chapter 29- Anticipated Post Date 10/28

Chapter 30- Anticipated Post Date 11/25

Chapter 31- Anticipated Post Date 12/30

Chapter 32- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 33- Anticipated Post Date

PJO Fancy Word One-Shot Compilation-

Aesthete – Draft complete

Ailurophile – Draft complete

Lascivious -Outline Complete

Prurient- Outline Complete

basorexia – Draft in Progress

Mellifluous- Draft Complete

Sweven- Draft complete

Liaison

Seraglio

Serendipity

Bibliophile

Kismet

Lascivious- OUTLINE COMPLETE

College AU

Chapter 1- Draft complete

Chapter 2- Draft complete

Chapter 3- Draft complete

Chapter 4- Draft complete

Chapter 5- Draft Complete

Chapter 6- Draft Complete

Chapter 7- DRAFT IN PROGRESS

Chapter 8- Outline Complete

Chapter 9- Outline Complete

Chapter 10- Outline Complete

Chapter 11- Outline Complete

Chapter 12- Outline Complete

Chapter 13- Outline Complete

Chapter 14- Outline Complete

Chapter 15- Outline Complete

Chapter 16- Outline Complete

College AU Delix Companion Fic

Chapter 1- Outline Complete

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Other Projects

Sequel to the Hogwarts AU

Chapter 1- Draft Complete

Chapter 2- Draft Complete

Chapter 3- Draft Complete

Chapter 4- Draft Complete

Chapter 5- Draft in Progress

Chapter 6- Outline Complete

Chapter 7- Outline Complete

Chapter 8- Outline Complete

Chapter 9- Outline Complete

Chapter 10- Outline Complete

Delix as Demigods 😉

Chapter 1- Draft Complete

Chapter 2- Draft Complete

Chapter 3- Draft Complete

Chapter 4- DRAFT COMPLETE

Chapter 5- Outline complete

Chapter 6- Outline complete

Chapter 7- Outline complete

Chapter 8- Outline complete

Chapter 9- Outline Complete

Chapter 10- Outline Complete

Chapter 11- Outline Complete

Chapter 12- Outline Complete

Chapter 13- Outline Complete

Chapter 14- Outline Complete

Chapter 15- Outline Complete

Chapter 16- Outline Complete

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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obscure-sentimentalist · 4 years ago

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Because I’m that much of a completionist...

Part 4: 2020 Year in Review

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Introduction

For anyone who missed my fit of data-collection madness (for fun!) in August, I gave into my own curiosity and combed the entire Flommy tag on AO3 to take a look into various trends over time, how the tag breaks down in terms of ship categories, etc. Since I took on the project when the year was slightly more than half over, any data collected for 2020 was year-to-date (YTD) and as such incomplete, compared to previous years. This fact (combined with how attached I’d already grown to my spreadsheet for this study) got me to consider adding a 2020 end-of-year wrap-up datapost. Now that 2020 is finally getting kicked out the door, let’s take a look at how the year shaped up for Flommy works!

Methodology

As noted in Part 1, the overarching goal of the study was to examine and catalogue the contents specifically within the “Tommy Merlyn/Felicity Smoak” relationship tag on Archive of Our Own. All works featured in these results are tagged as (or otherwise wrangled under) this relationship tag; though it’s doubtful that this is the case, any works featuring this relationship that are not tagged in this way (and thus do not appear) will not be counted.

By final data collection on December 31, 2020, there are 445 works total (inclusive of hidden works viewable and accessible only with an AO3 login) within the Flommy tag. (For context, there were 441 works for the earlier parts of this study that examined 2013 through 2020 YTD, the data for which was collected on August 5.) Measures defined in Parts 1 and 2 of this study still apply; however, the following category has been added with this installment:

Creator Seniority: denotes whether or not a creator has previously published a work within the Flommy tag

First-Year Flommy Creators are those who first posted in the tag in the year in question; creators may post multiple works in their first year and will still be counted in this category until the following year(s)

Existing Flommy Creators are returning creators to the tag, having posted their first work(s) in an earlier year

Publish Year and Update Year

Let’s start by taking a look at these charts again, to see how 2020 Full Year netted out compared to previous years. Both the Publish Year (accounting for all works published within a given year) and Update Year (the most recent year in which a work was updated, which also includes the works published that year) are depicted here, as they make similar shapes overall, but with some slight differences:

The key change here from the original Part 1 chart is 2020, but the full timeline helps to provide context. Back in August, 2020 was still tracking under 2019′s work count for both works published and works most recently updated; in terms of Publish Year, 2020 YTD had a -21% decrease in published works over the previous year. By year’s end, though, there were exactly as many works published in 2020 as there were in 2019, and a one-work increase for Update Year! While not the significant YOY increases in the early years of the tag, it also isn’t the steep declines as of late--holding steady is a good sign, given series’s end and the fact that this is becoming an even rarer pair as time goes on.

Some other Publish and Update Year Fun Facts:

Of the works updated in 2020, 25% were from an earlier Publish Year (the remaining 75% were all published in 2020)

At least one work published each year between 2015 and 2019 was updated in 2020, with 2018 holding the most previously published works updated this year

Creator Seniority

2020 seems like a good year to give our newest measure a test drive:

This year saw a fair amount of new Flommy creators contributing to the tag (myself included, to be honest), accounting for just over 2/3 of the total individual creators who published at least one work in 2020. I may put up previous years’ breakdowns for comparison as supplemental material, but even 2020 in isolation tells an interesting story--that despite the end of the series, new creators have stories to tell within this rare pair tag.

(Granted, as noted in Part 2 with the breakdown of Relationship Tagging, there is a potential that some works were improperly tagged as romantic [/] that should be platonic [&], or feature Flommy in a minor capacity, but categorization beyond that would be more qualitative and subject to researcher bias.)

Some other Creator Seniority Fun Facts:

Though the majority of creators in the tag are First-Year Flommiers, 58% of the works published in 2020 were by Existing Flommy Creators

All new creators published one Flommy work in 2020, while some returning creators contributed multiple offerings

Share of Work Category

We’ll look first at Publish Year, then Update Year, for where the works fall by relationship tagging:

2020 did not yield any new [Compilation] works (AKA works tagged for both Flommy and O/F, but which are meant as prompt collections, ficlets, etc. where pairings differ by installment), nor were any updated, so we’ll only be focusing on the remaining four categories for these charts.

In a delightfully surprising turn, the majority of all new works were tagged as [Flommy Only] (works with no other romantically-tagged relationships)! This is cool to see, knowing that there are still new works coming specifically for these two. [Smoaking Billionaires] (tagged for the other pairings of the OT3 and/or indicative that it’s an OT3 and not a love triangle) follows as a close second, and interestingly, there were very few [Other] (tagged for both Flommy and O/F, but are not ficlet compilations or OT3--i.e. love triangles, potential platonic/familial tagging errors, etc.) works published in 2020.

But that’s just the works published in 2020: let’s take a look at the story when we factor in the works updated as well:

The percentages for two of our categories haven’t changed at all, but now [Other] has taken a bit of share from [Flommy Only], knocking the latter out of the top spot. [Other], indeed, was the category with the most works from previous years that were updated in 2020, which made up ground for the category since there weren’t many newly published works. By contrast, [Flommy Only] works were solely from 2020--no previous works were updated, which decreased its Update Year share.

Work Length and Completion Status

We’ll stick with Update Year for these, to get an idea of all the works that had new material added in 2020.

There are some interesting patterns with our work categories! The top two--[Smoaking Billionaires] and [Flommy Only]--are both split 50/50 between Multichapter and Oneshot, so both work lengths have had fair representation for these two categories. [Other], meanwhile, is the sole category whose 2020 contributions were entirely Multichapter works. As that’s a more nebulous category in terms of Flommy-tagging, there could be an interesting story there, but that’s again beyond the quantitative measures used here.

Now for Completion Status:

Interestingly, while both [Flommy Only] and [Smoaking Billionaires] had the 50/50 split for Work Length, at least half of each of their Multichapter works are marked as Complete on AO3. [Non-O/F], on the other hand, matches back to the Work Lengths perfectly, with all Multichapters still Ongoing and only the Oneshot marked as Complete. Our [Other] category, entirely comprised of Multichapter works, shows that just under a third of them are Complete.

Additional Relationships

Wrapping up the year-in-review with one last measure, which closed out Part 1 and the bonus Part 3--the comparison of works also tagged for Oliver/Felicity to those without:

This serves as a narrowing down of the existing Work Categories--[Smoaking Billionaires] and [Other] are rolled into the “With O/F” category, and [Flommy Only] and [Non-O/F] are rolled into the “Without O/F” one--and reflects the Publish Year data.

Compared to the full 2013-2020 YTD charts shared previously, where the “With O/F” category held the majority, if we isolate 2020 on its own, the “Without O/F” category edges out the win by a slight margin. This is a notable feat, as I examined the splits for previous years, and not only did “With O/F” come out on top every year, it was by a considerable difference (the closest split was all the way back in 2014, where 62% of the works were “With O/F” and the remaining 38% “Without O/F”). 2020 is the first and only year so far to turn the tables, at least in terms of newly published works.

Conclusion

And with that, The Great Flommy Tag Analysis 2020 comes to a close! I admittedly have assorted other measures that weren’t previously included in dataposts that could make an appearance if there’s interest, but with this 2020 year-end wrap-up, that’s the end of the planned data analysis. Hopefully this served up a couple interesting bits of info, word- and chart-heavy as this study wound up being.

#The Great Flommy Tag Analysis 2020 #flommy #em needs to stop indulging in random hyperspecific research projects that amount to nothing important for fun

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