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[ollieinoue]

Ogden Thanksgiving. The beginning of the night. [ @jessehart ]

"Oh! Oh my god, hang on," Ollie grabbed the edges of his mom's and Gabriel's shirts pulling them in around him and his dad so the four of them could form a little discussion circle, after he spotted Jesse, and his dad lingering close by. "Okay, so this guy up here-- we hate him, okay?" They all looked behind Ollie, much more obviously than he would have liked. Gabriel the only one being subtle while his parents might as well have been gawking at Jesse and Donovan Hart. "Guys…" Ollie said, putting his hand on the side of his Dad's head and pushing it back, making his parents both laugh. "Come on."

"Do we hate both of them?" His mom asked, "or…?"

"No, that's Jesse. We're really good friends. We hate his dad," Ollie said, nodding his head.

"He's on the television," Gabriel said, and Ollie nodded.

"Yes! He is! He's got like one of those shitty doctor talk shows," he said if his parents didn't know, which they didn't. Most of their time was not spent watching daytime TV as they were probably working most of the time. But being disabled, and out of work, of course Gabriel probably knew. "So, like be really subtle about not liking him though. Like just be chill, and pretend you don't know who he is, and undercut his ego. That's what I've been doing. Okay?" They all nodded, and Ollie gave a responding nod. Plan made he turned back towards the Hart's and lead his family that way. "Hey bro," He greeted Jesse with a smile, and putting a hand on his shoulder, using his free one to motion to the three people with him. "I wanted to introduce you to my family! I don't think you've ever gotten to meet them before." A lot of people had whether it was when they visited campus, or if they came with Ollie to NYC for one reason or the other, but he didn't think Jesse ever had.

"This is my mom Faye," the small currently blonde and curly headed woman gave a casual nod in Jesse's direction. "and my dad Ren," the tall Japanese man waved with a cheerful smile. "And this is Gabriel Jiménez! He's Sam's grandfather," he added with a bright smile. Like it wouldn't be weird, or a controversial decision at all to bring him along to the school's thanksgiving dinner, held right in the commons. Like he wasn't doing it to send some sort of message -- whatever that might be. "I don't know if you ever really met her, but…" he said, waving his hand in dismissal. Though that was a lie. Sam said her and Jesse were friends, of course how good of friends was probably up in the air, but they had known each other, and she did consider him a friend (she considered everyone a friend). Either way Ollie thought it was probably a bad idea to draw any connections between Jesse and Sam in front of Jesse's dad.

"Everyone this is my friend Jesse!" He said, smiling brightly, then moved his hand in the direction of Jesse's dad. "And this is Jesse's dad -- uhm," he held his hand out in the direction of the older man, pausing for a few beats, like he forgot his name and was trying to remember it. "Mr. Hart -- I'm sorry I don't remember… Well, I don't think we've ever actually met, anyway." That was not true, he'd definitely done an interview with him before, which definitely went really really badly. But if he was being honest, he didn't really remember many of those details. He'd been extremely high at the time, so maybe he wasn't lying too much there. "I'm Ollie Inoue, one of Jesse's friends, it's nice to meet you!"

[falesten-iw]

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[loonyloopylupin96]

Theme: Deer | @moonwater-microfic | Words: 282

"So, you guys are finally doing the patronus stuff?" Remus looked up from his book to see Regulus taking a seat beside him, bearing a haughty expression.

Remus carefully placed his bookmark and nodded. "We are - wait, what do you mean 'finally'? You've not got it for another year yet."

"You think the Noble and Most-"

"You can just say 'family', Reg..." Remus muttered, though the small smile on his face betrayed him.

"-of Black," Regulus finished, pointedly, "-would send me off to school without a firm grasp on a few advanced spells?"

"Um... are you expecting to encounter many dementors in your time?" Remus quipped, unable to help himself but also genuinely curious about why this of all spells would make the cut.

Regulus just rolled his eyes. "I had a choice. I wanted to know what my patronus would be - what was yours?"

Remus hesitated. "Wait, how did you know we've been doing that today?"

"Overheard Potter going on about Evans also having a deer, or something. I wasn't really listening but that guy is so fucking hard to ignore sometimes. He sits two damn tables away!" Regulus replied, testily. "So, you?"

"Oh, um. Mine was a snake-" Remus began, taking care as he unravelled the loose thread on his robe sleeve.

He looked up as Regulus snorted in response.

"Bollocks," he laughed. "Sneaking around with me for three months, does not a snake make."

"Four-"

"Four and a half, actually. I just wanted to see if you were counting too-" Remus watched as the left side of Regulus' mouth turned up in a playful smile. "Like I said, you're not sneaky, Lupin."

Well, he couldn't argue with that.

[eyneyke]

Trouble in paradise

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 20 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Twitter Thread Pt 1: "Sam Kjellberg calming down the entire Red Bull garage like it’s no big deal 🏎️💥"

1. Video: Sam and Christian walking fast through the garage

The video starts with Christian Horner looking visibly stressed, pacing quickly through the Red Bull garage while Sam keeps up beside him, one hand in his pocket, other waving around as he was talking, looking calm as ever. You can hear Christian’s concern in his voice:

Christian: "But we haven’t even tested that, Sam. How can you be sure it’s going to work?"

Sam, completely unfazed: "Christian, I promise you, this will work. 100%. Just trust me. If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have let it be installed in Max's car."

They reach a group of mechanics standing nervously by Max’s car. What they are saying can't be heard in the video anymore. Sam immediately steps up to the car, explaining the adjustments he made and showing them exactly what he did. The mechanics, at first tense, gradually start nodding and visibly relax as Sam goes into detail about the new feature.

Christian, still slightly worried, spots Max walking by and calls out to him: "Max, come here. Sam’s made some adjustments to the car. You should hear this."

Max just waves it off as he keeps walking to his driver's room, shouting back casually: "Nah, it's fine. I have to meet with Gemma. I trust Sam. He knows what he’s doing!"

The video ends with Sam giving a final confident nod to the mechanics, who seem way less anxious by the end.

Comments:

User 278: "Sam out here managing the Red Bull garage and Christian like it’s nothing. Man’s a genius."

User 279: "LMAO Max walking off like ‘yeah, whatever, Sam’s got this.’ That’s trust right there."

User 280: "You can literally see the relief on the mechanics’ faces as Sam talks them through it. GOAT energy."

User 281: "Sam giving Christian a heart attack but being so calm the whole time 😂"

User 282: "The way Max didn’t even question it. Just walked off like ‘yep, I’m winning today because Sam knows his stuff."

User 283: "Christian’s stress levels vs. Sam’s chill levels in this video is sending me."

User 284: "They should start calling Sam ‘Mr. Fix-It’ in the paddock. Everyone trusts him."

2. GIF of Sam high-fiving a mechanic post-race

A fan shares a GIF from a post-race moment where Sam and one of the mechanics celebrate after Max finishes on the podium. Sam looks excited but still in his usual calm manner, giving the mechanic a solid high-five.

Comments:

User 285: "Sam’s always so low-key but you can tell how hyped he gets when Max does well."

User 286: "Engineer of the year. No question."

User 287: "That calm excitement? I respect it. He’s not screaming, but you know he’s proud of what he’s done."

User 288: "Sam really be like ‘yeah, I helped Max win today. No big deal."

3. Clip from a team radio of Max thanking Sam

A fan shares a clip from a race where Max, in the cool-down lap, thanks Sam on the team radio:

Max: "The car was amazing today. Great work, guys. GP please tell Sam that whatever he and his guys did need, keep doing it."

You can hear GP quietly chuckle at something in the background as he responds: "You’ve got it, Max. Sam says thanks for not crashing his baby. Same next weekend?"

Max: "Absolutely, OUR baby is safe in my hands. Same again next week."

Comments:

User 289: "Max really said 'No, that is my car too bitch', OUR BABY!!"

User 290: "That’s the cutest team radio exchange ever. Max knows who the real MVP is."

User 291: "Sam’s calm energy even over the radio. Legend."

User 292: "Imagine being so good that Max Verstappen is like, ‘keep doing what you’re doing.’ The absolute dream."

4. Pictures of Sam and Max laughing during a debrief

A candid photo of Sam and Max sitting next to each other during a post-race debrief, both laughing at something on the screen in front of them. Max is pointing at something on the monitor while Sam leans back, grinning widely. Second picture taken from behind Christian Horner's back, Sam and Max sitting in chairs in what looks like a meeting room, sides pressed together, from knees and thighs to them both basically leaning on each other, big content smiles on their faces as they watch Christian talking with the whole team. 

Comments:

User 293: "Max and Sam during debriefs are the best. You can tell they’re more than just colleagues."

User 294: "The way Max looks at Sam when they’re talking about cars. You know he respects him so much."

User 295: "I love that they can be serious about racing but also have fun like this."

User 296: "I love how you can see that Christian knows they are not listening to him but isn't doing anything because he knows he has nothing to worry about. They work hard but also enjoy every moment."

User 297: “I just love how happy and comfortable they both look in the last photo. I can promise you that in no other team a driver and a mechanic are so close as those two are”

5. Another clip from a press conference featuring Max hyping up Sam

A fan shares a press conference clip where a journalist asks Max how it feels to have an engineer who is quickly becoming a fan sensation, thanks to social media and the clips of him working in the paddock. Max grins widely:

Max: "Yeah, Sam’s great. Fans love him because he’s a genius and…well, you’ve seen him. He’s a... cool... guy."

The journalist presses on, mentioning the viral clip of Sam calming down Christian Horner in the garage. Max laughs: "Oh yeah, Christian was freaking out. But Sam always knows what he’s doing. He keeps us all calm. If Sam is nervous then it's a problem. Luckily for me and Red Bull that has not happened yet. And it hopefully, won't ever happen."

Comments:

User 298: "Max constantly hyping Sam up. It’s adorable."

User 299: "Max is his biggest fan and we love to see it."

User 300: "The way he just laughs when talking about Sam like they’re besties. SO CUTE."

User 301: "Max and Sam are the real power duo in F1."

User 302: “If Sam panics then it's time to panic. Luckily that hasn't happened yet. And it hopefully won't.' I LOVE MAX TALKING ABOUT SAM”

[cher-rei]

gavi long distance + secret relationship smau??? if you do end up writing this can you please tag me

in between— pablo gavi smau [ P.G ]

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

masterlist

notes: this one actually broke me a little, like it wasn't even that deep so why am I sad for them😭😭💔 @weekendlusting (translated spanish!!)

isa.bella

liked by pablogavi and 678 876 others

isa.bella cerca de allí... ✈️💌 (nearly there...)

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user you're so pretttyyy I'm going insane

user travel vlog time!! it's been a hot minute

bsf.name ¿adónde esta vez? 😉 (where to this time?) [liked by isa.bella]

→ isa.bella ¿¿dónde más?? (where else?)

user are we collectively going to ignore gavi in her likes...? [liked by isa.bella]

isa.bella

liked by pedri and 762 123 others

isa.bella hogar📍 (home)

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user ahhh she's back in barcelona !!

pedri mucho tiempo sin verte😊 (long time no see) [liked by isa.bella]

→ isa.bella estoy muy feliz de estar de vuelta hermano (I'm so happy to be back bro)

pablogavi me encantan las flores🌷 (I love the flowers) [liked by isa.bella]

→ isa.bella gracias, mi novio me lo consiguió. (thanks, my boyfriend got them for me)

pablogavi

liked by ferminlopez and 987 182 122 others

pablogavi mi lugar favorito 💕 (my favourite place)

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ferminlopez ¿te perdiste la noche de juegos por esto? (you missed game night for this?)

→ pablogavi cualquier día (anyday)

user bro has the whole of twitter trying to figure out who this is??

user shut up gavi said it's his cousin😭😭

user we're about to pull up like the fbi. I need anything at this rate

isa.bella

liked by bsf.name and 563 122 others

isa.bella noche de cita 🍿🌙 (date night)

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user you have a boyfriend??

user guys she's wifed up, what do we do😭

user I wanted to say that he looks kinda familiar but I'm probably tripping due to the shock

user if you need me I'll be getting my P.I on this

→ user I'll be waiting for the twitter thread

pablogavi

liked by ferrantorres and 986 299 224 others

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pablogavi 🤍

ferrantorres disfrútalo mientras dure hermano 😂 (enjoy it while it lasts bro)

→ pablogavi por favor no me lo recuerdes 😭 (please don't remind me)

pedri ahora vas a estar deprimido por los próximos 5 meses. de nuevo. (now you're going to be depressed for the next 5 months. again.) [liked by pablogavi]

user oh yeah this is so his cousin

user I bet my right kidney that it's @isa.bella

→ user wait... that actually makes sense

→ user guys it's just his cousin pleaaseeee. this boy does not have the time for relationships

user where's the twitter thread girl??

isa.bella

liked by bsf.name and 568 297 988 others

isa.bella me acaban de recordar que me iré pronto. voy a vomitar (just got reminded that i'm leaving soon. i'm going to throw up)

user hold up 😃

user didn't ferran say something about gavi having to enjoy his last few days???

→ user bro I'm gonna fjdjdjdj

user ain't no way. I don't believe it

user the twitter thread is being made!! my P.I is working overtime

isa.bella

liked by bsf.name and 766 976 976 others

isa.bella vale, se acabó la broma, quiero recuperar a mi novio. 😃💔 (okay the joke's over, I want my boyfriend back.)

bsf.name solo 5 meses más nena 😫 (just 5 more months babe)

→ isa.bella déjame en paz estoy de duelo 🥲 (leave me alone, im grieving)

user nooooo my favourite couple

user I've been so invested in this relationship the past few weeks. my heart is actually breaking rn 😭💔

user not the long distance relationship 😭

user someone check gavi's insta!!!

pablogavi

liked by pedri and 873 828 282 others

pablogavi hora de reiniciar la cuenta regresiva 🥲 (time to restart the countdown)

user shut up the screenshot of their text!! I'm crying I can't do this

user me and who...?

pedri al menos esto te motiva a jugar bien 😭 (at least this gives you motivation to play well) [liked by pablogavi]

user the twitter thread is up!!

user bro beat the cousin allegations

[cartwrong]

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 312. brb x oc

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-

How was he going to do this? Should he talk to Cyclone? No he needed proof or else the vice-admiral would toss this away.He sat alone in his bunk, towel on his shoulders since he just left the shower, allowing the solitude to reach his thoughts.

He needed a plan—something concrete to address the growing tension within the squadron. The encounter with Mark had left Rooster with a gnawing sense of unease, and the need for proof became more apparent. Without tangible evidence, any accusation against Mark might be dismissed, and Rooster couldn't afford to let the internal discord persist.

He opened a drawer beside his bunk, retrieving a small notebook and a pen. As he flipped through the pages, he paused at an empty one. Rooster began jotting down his observations, creating a timeline of the incidents involving Mark.

His mind traced back to the encounters in the locker room, the condescending remarks, and the private conversations. Rooster scrutinized each detail, searching for a way to connect him to the breach.

Fuck he was nervous.

He never dealt with stuff like this before. Annoying pilots? Sure. Possible threat that could ruin a lot of lives? Never.

Rooster continued to document his observations, creating a meticulous record of each incident. His thoughts drifted to the cryptic conversation Mark had with McAllister. It was a potential lead, a thread to pull, but Rooster needed to approach it cautiously. He considered talking to McAllister directly, seeking more information without revealing the gravity of the situation.

But he also wanted to make sure McAllister wouldn’t be harmed if he did talk…he rubs his chin, still thinking about what he should do. How do you prove that a pilot, a Lieutenant just like he was, was involved in such a thing?

Rooster's fingers drummed on the notebook as he mulled over his options. The weight of responsibility bore down on him, and he couldn't afford to make a misstep. 

He decided to start with McAllister, someone he trusted and who had inadvertently given him a glimpse into the mysterious conversations. Rooster closed the notebook with a snap, tucking it away, and made his way to find McAllister.

The squadron's common area was relatively empty as most pilots were still wrapping up post-mission tasks. Rooster spotted McAllister reviewing some mission data on one of the computer terminals. Approaching quietly, Rooster cleared his throat to get McAllister's attention.

"McAllister, can I have a word?" Rooster asked, keeping his tone low-key to avoid unnecessary attention.

McAllister turned toward him, after jumping in surprise a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Sure, sir. What's up?"

“Not here, follow me.”Rooster motioned toward a quieter corner of the room, away from prying ears. Once they were a bit secluded, Rooster leaned in, his expression serious. "You mentioned Mark and the breach,what did you get?"

McAllister's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of nervousness crossing his features. He hesitated before responding, "Well, sir, recruit Haltzman and I were talking after the mission, and he seemed... agitated. He mentioned something about the breach, but he didn't go into specifics. I asked him why and…he said that Mark was bothering him about it."

Rooster's brows furrowed as he absorbed the information. "Did Haltzman mention anything else?" Rooster asked, his voice low and focused.

McAllister shifted uncomfortably, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "He said Mark was pressuring him to share information about the breach. Haltzman seemed spooked, sir, like he didn't want to get involved. At all."

Rooster processed the revelation, his mind racing with the need to connect the dots. "Did he say how Mark approached him? Any specifics about their conversations?"

McAllister nodded, recalling the details. "Haltzman mentioned that Mark cornered him in the locker room after the mission. He wanted to know if Haltzman had overheard anything about the breach, and when Haltzman didn't give him any answers, Mark got... intense."

“Did he hurt him?"

McAllister shook his head. "No, sir. He just scared him. But he didn't want to say too much. I didn't push him, didn't want to make things worse for him."

"You did the right thing, McAllister. It's crucial to handle this delicately. We need to gather more information before taking any action."

Fuck.

McAllister glanced around, ensuring their conversation remained private. "Sir, I don't want to sound paranoid, but do you think Mark might be involved in the breach somehow?"

FUCK

Rooster sighed, rubbing his eyelids. "I don't know, McAllister. But we can't ignore anything. We need to find out more, discreetly, without tipping our hand."

"I'll keep my ears open, sir. If I hear anything else, I'll let you know," McAllister assured.

"Good. Stay vigilant, McAllister. We can't afford to underestimate the gravity of this situation," Rooster emphasized. "And for now, let's keep this between us. We don't want to create unnecessary panic until we have more concrete information."

McAllister nodded in agreement. "Understood, sir. I'll be careful."

As Rooster walked away from the conversation, his mind raced with thoughts and strategies. The need for evidence became even more crucial, and Rooster realized he had to tread carefully to avoid any potential backlash.

He noticed the Daggers sitting together and he beelined over to his friends, leaning down to the table and muttering a ‘a word?’.  Payback and Jake shared a look before standing up, then Phoenix tried to be as subtle as she could, busying herself with her watch while Bob followed behind them, adjusting his glasses.

Rooster led the Daggers to a quieter corner of the hangar, away from the prying eyes and ears of the squadron. He leaned in, his voice low but firm. "Alright, listen up. I need your observations, discreetly. Something's off with Mark, and it might be connected to the breach."

The Daggers exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from casual to alert. Payback, the intuitive one, spoke first. "What happened, Rooster?"

“Too much.”

Rooster quickly briefed them on McAllister's encounter with Haltzman, emphasizing Mark's suspicious behavior and the potential connection to the breach. If they were surprised…they didn’t show it.

Phoenix crossed her arms, snorting. "I knew it."

“You did?”

“Well…I had a feeling.”

Rooster raised an eyebrow at Phoenix. "You had a feeling? Care to share?"

Phoenix leaned against a nearby crate, her expression thoughtful. "Mark's been acting strange for a while now. I thought it was just the stress of the missions, but if there's something more..." she says, “Besides we wouldn’t do that shit.”

Jake chimed in, his voice low and serious. "...what should we do then?”

Bob adjusted his glasses, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I'll discreetly check the network logs, see if there's any unusual activity that might be linked to Mark. If he's involved in the breach, there could be a digital trail."

Payback crossed his arms, his expression grim. "I'll talk to the recruits, see if anyone else has had strange encounters with Mark. We need to gather as much information as possible."

Rooster nodded, appreciating the initiative of his team. "Be discreet, and don't escalate the situation. We need to find out what's going on without causing a panic. Jake and Nix, what will the two of you do?"

Jake glanced at Phoenix before turning his attention back to Rooster. "I'll keep an eye on Mark during the next mission. See if there's anything unusual in his behavior or actions. If he's involved in something shady, I might be able to pick up on it."

Rooster nodded in approval. "Good plan, Jake. Just stay subtle and don't provoke anything. We need evidence, not confrontation."

Phoenix, her arms still crossed, chimed in. "I'll help Bob." and that was it, “What about you,Rooster?”

Rooster sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I'll talk to Vice-Admiral Simpson. Inform him about the situation without revealing our suspicions. We need his backing if we're going to investigate this properly."

The Daggers dispersed, each embarking on their assigned tasks  and Rooster? Rooster made his way to Vice-Admiral Simpson's office, and he had to elaborate on a few things.

-

Beatrice could feel the earth sticking to her gloves as she dug into her garden, digging enough to create a little hole in her front yard so she can plant the newest addition to her plant family: begonias!

It was one of Shells’ gifts…as in the plant she got thinking she’d care for but didn’t, so she gave it to Bea. Shells was still in her house, being a great babysitter for the babies and the dogs by napping on the couch with the twins on her chest and Nicole on her stomach all the while being surrounded by Jack and Eleanor.

Meanwhile, Jolene was lying next to Beatrice’s feet outside, keeping her company.

The sun bathed the garden in a warm afternoon glow as Beatrice continued planting the begonias. She carefully placed each seedling into the soil, patting it gently to secure their place. The occasional chirping of birds, and the distant sound of laughter from down her street made this a perfect day.

Truly.

Rooster was safe while deployed, the kids were safe, she was safe…

Nothing could ruin her day.

“Hello Beatrice.”

Miranda.

Beatrice’s back straightened up like a rod as she kept her eyes forward, clenching the hand trowel tight and not turning around to greet the woman but muttering a “Hello,Miranda.”

Miranda's voice held a peculiar mix of sweetness and a subtle undercurrent that hinted at something unsettling. Beatrice's pulse quickened, but she maintained her composure, focusing on the begonias before her.

"What a lovely garden you have," Miranda commented, her footsteps approaching.

"Thank you," Beatrice replied, her tone polite but distant. She continued to work on the begonias, avoiding direct eye contact.

Miranda, undeterred by Beatrice's reserved demeanor, circled around to face her. Dressed in a flowing, elegant dress that seemed almost out of place for a casual neighborhood encounter, Miranda observed Beatrice with a piercing gaze.

"Begonias,hm?" 

"Yes, begonias," Beatrice replied, trying to keep her voice steady. She could sense Miranda's eyes on her, probing and searching for who knew what. "They're lovely plants."

Miranda smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Lovely indeed. Such delicate flowers, yet resilient. A fitting choice."

Beatrice continued her work, planting the last begonia with a deliberate focus. She saw Jolene move forward and place herself between the two women, with her back against Beatrice’s, keeping her eyes on Miranda.

"How’s Rooster doing in his mission?" Miranda said, her voice carrying a note of feigned concern. "Good?"

“Yep. How’s Mark? Good?”

“Oh, I don’t have to worry about Mark.” Miranda tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. "He’s an amazing pilot,after all."

Beatrice suppressed a sigh, her patience wearing thin. "That's good to hear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some gardening to finish."

Miranda stepped closer, seemingly unfazed by Beatrice's attempt to create distance. "You know, Beatrice, I've always found gardening to be such a therapeutic activity. A way to nurture and tend to something, watching it grow and flourish."

Beatrice shot her a sidelong glance, her tone cautious. "It is. It helps clear the mind."

Miranda's eyes narrowed, the facade of friendliness slipping for a moment. "Clearing the mind can be a double-edged sword, Beatrice. Sometimes, it's better to confront the things we'd rather avoid."

Beatrice tightened her grip on the hand trowel, her patience fraying. "I'm not avoiding anything, Miranda. Now, please, I'd like to be alone."

Miranda's smile returned, as if she hadn't just veered into unsettling territory. "Of course, dear. I won't keep you. Just remember, should you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. We're neighbors, after all."

Beatrice licked her lips, then tilted her head “...you know Miranda.” she looks up at the woman, Jolene’s head turning to look at Beatrice, “...Rooster is a great pilot too.”

Miranda's expression remained calm, but there was a subtle tension in her posture. "Of course, Beatrice. Rooster is indeed skilled. But sometimes, skill alone isn't enough to navigate the challenges life throws at us."

Beatrice shot her a quizzical look, her suspicions growing. "What challenges are you talking about, Miranda? "

“Well I–’

“Do you know our challenges Miranda?” Bea stood up, placing a hand on Jolene’s head when the pittie tried to move forward “Do you know what me and Rooster went through before?”

Miranda's facade faltered, a flicker of discomfort crossing her features. Beatrice's direct question seemed to catch her off guard, and for a moment, the poised demeanor cracked.

"Beatrice, we all have our struggles," Miranda replied, her voice attempting to regain its previous composure. "I meant no offense. I only offered an ear should you ever need to share your burdens."

Beatrice crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she studied Miranda."I appreciate the offer, Miranda, yet again" Beatrice said, her tone measured. "But I don’t understand what you want here, you think I’m not aware? Do you think I’m dumb?"

Miranda's composed facade wavered further, and a subtle bead of sweat formed on her forehead. Beatrice's direct confrontation seemed to have rattled her, and she took a step back, her eyes momentarily avoiding Beatrice's probing gaze.

"Beatrice, you misunderstand me," Miranda said, her voice a touch strained. "I never implied—"

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, unyielding. "Then what did you imply, Miranda? You come into my garden, talking about challenges, offering an ear. What's your game?"

Miranda took a steadying breath, attempting to regain control of the conversation. "There's no game, Beatrice. I'm merely expressing neighborly concern. We're part of the same community, after all."

‘Are we?”

It was like a vocal slap against Miranda who just stared flabbergasted. “It’s the…fourth time you say stuff like that, and honestly, I don’t buy it. I don’t like how you think I should flaunt Rooster’s abilities against Mark, I know that’s your plan.”

"Beatrice, I assure you, there's no ulterior motive. I'm here as a concerned neighbor," Miranda stammered, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route.

"Concerned neighbor, my foot. I–” she pauses, “...I love Rooster. I love him. And he’s not a trophy I toss around…he’s my husband, he’s the one man I’d break bones for…his happiness and wellbeing are what matter to me…so if you are here trying to…I dunno, be weird, you should go.”

Miranda's attempts at maintaining composure fell apart like a house of cards in a gust of wind. Beatrice's raw honesty, fueled by her love for Rooster, had dismantled any facade Miranda had tried to construct. The air between them crackled with tension, and Miranda, for the second time, seemed genuinely unnerved.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Beatrice. I'm not here to—"

"Don’t lie to me," Beatrice cut in, her eyes unyielding. "I can see through the act. Whatever game you're playing, it won’t work. Rooster and I have been through enough. We don't need someone stirring up trouble."

Miranda's eyes darted around again, searching for a way to salvage the situation. The serene facade she usually wore had crumbled, revealing a woman who was uncomfortably out of her depth.

Beatrice took a step closer, her gaze unwavering. "I love my husband, Miranda. He means the world to me. I won't let anyone jeopardize our peace."

Miranda swallowed hard, a nervous tic playing on her features. "Beatrice, you're misunderstanding. I have no intention of causing any trouble. I—"

"Save it," Beatrice interrupted, her tone firm. "I don't know what your game is, but I won't entertain it." Beatrice turned away, focusing her attention back on the begonias. Jolene, sensing the tension, remained vigilant by Beatrice's side, her eyes never leaving Miranda.

Miranda, flustered and off-kilter, struggled to regain control of the narrative. "Beatrice, I assure you, there's no ill will. I'm only here to—"

"You've said enough," Beatrice replied, her voice unwavering. "I think it's best if you leave now."

Miranda hesitated, her eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and anxiety. "I—"

"Now," Beatrice reiterated, her gaze piercing.

Miranda, realizing the futility of the situation, nodded reluctantly. She turned on her heel and made a hasty exit from Beatrice's yard, leaving behind a trail of unresolved tension. Beatrice watched her go, shoulders finally relaxing as she just allowed herself to drop on the soft dirt…and groan out.

She’ll have to talk to Rooster.

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Mad respect to the person on twitter who made a 600 tweet long thread about why and how Gregory is innocent

They made it 3 hours ago and are STILL updating the thread- they're only at 282 right now. Insane dedication, pop off

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2024 Writing Review

tagged by: @daringyounggrayson - ty!! 🫶 tagging: I already tagged a bunch of people very recently so I feel awkward 😅 hmm how about @freyafrida @goldenraeofsun @babblingbookends and any other other followers/mutuals who write. I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE.

number of stories posted to ao3: Ten! Which I'm very happy about, because it's the most I've posted in a single year since 2015(!). Here they are:

Family Crisis (almost 90k and counting)

A Manor of Speaking (3k) - Corners series

Duty and Care (400 words)

Better Out Than In (200 words)

Catch and Release (300 words) - Corners series

Belated Vigil (100 words) - Corners series

Ends and Beginnings (500 words) - Corners series

At the Gate (500 words) - Corners series

Happy Birthday (282 words) - Corners series

Now and Then (14k) - Corners series

word counted posted for last year: AO3 says it's 109,554, which I know is not really accurate, because I posted the majority of Family Crisis in 2023. Rough estimation puts the actual number closer to 33k.

fandoms i wrote for: Batman (Comics)

pairings: TimSteph in At the Gate, and some minor BatCat and TimSteph in Family Crisis.

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: Family Crisis is the obvious winner of all three categories, as the oldest and only chaptered fic.

work i’m most proud of (and why): Outside of Family Crisis, because I don't want it to dominate these answers, it would definitely be Now and Then. I'm a big fan of Dick & Tim's relationship in Post-Crisis and have long wanted to do them justice in a fic. It became a 14k behemoth that I think captures why I love them so much, and I hope that it will inspire more people to read the comics and appreciate Dick & Tim in them.

work i’m least proud of (and why): This is hard to answer, because I try not to post anything that I'm not very proud of. That said, it's probably A Manor of Speaking, simply because I rushed to finish it for an event and couldn't make it as long or developed as my usual one-shots. I don't dislike it, but it's really more of a vignette than an actual story, and Cassandra deserves a full character study, in line with All the Corners That Are Left for Dick or Flight Mode for Tim. One day!

share or describe a favorite review you received: I like this question because it made me reread the last few pages of my AO3 inbox and relive reading those delightful comments. I don't receive a whole lot of comments, but so many of them make me blush from how kind and effusive they are. Here's one from Now and Then that I absolutely adore (warning: contains spoilers). This person also left a bookmark saying "I love everything from this author but THIS is SO [keysmash]", and I remind myself of it whenever I feel down about my writing.

a time when writing was really, really hard: Whenever I work on Family Crisis, there comes a time in the latest chapter draft when I hate everything I've written and think it's super predictable and boring and I'll be letting down my readers. And so I write an abominable number of drafts for that thing. *headdesk*

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I don't know if it surprised me, per se, but I did not expect to conclude chapter 23 of Family Crisis with the scene that I did. It was a very sweet moment that practically wrote itself, but there was no trace of it in my chapter outlines!

a favourite excerpt of your writing: I think Ends and Beginnings is my favourite of the seven ficlets I wrote for a zine last year. Dick and Bruce are, as always, the centre of it all, and I especially loved fitting a ton of characterisation into 500 words.

“We’re a family of only children—but you’re not the one who has to deal with siblings who weren’t always there. Or who once tried to kill you. And Damian’s still not used to living here instead of at the penthouse. He was bound to be on edge.” Bruce shook his head. “You give yourself too little credit, Dick. And I was too blind to appreciate how much you’ve done to hold this family together.” He passed a hand over his face. “I’ve missed too much.” A lump rose to Dick’s throat. “Give it time, Bruce.” “I’ve been gone too long. Damian’s two inches taller. Damn it, Tim became an adult and I wasn’t there.” Dick swallowed, eyes prickling. “Speaking from experience… needing your dad isn’t something you grow out of.”

how did you grow as a writer last year: I'm not sure how to answer this. I'm too slow and deliberate of a writer to follow challenges or push myself to meet certain milestones or statistics. I did write a bunch of zine fics, which was a good exercise in sticking to a word count and letting loose with some fluff, silliness and slice of life. Ideally, I'll continue that mindset, because it was really beneficial to just Get The Words Out. (IRL, I was published in an anthology, yay!)

how do you hope to grow this year: Somewhat related to my previous answer, I always say that I have excellent attention to detail, but in practice this means I'm a habitual perfectionist. If I could learn to turn off that part of my brain more often, that would be great! Also, I'll be able to write about so much more if I stop shying away from action scenes.

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): Undoubtedly this would have to be @tevyaa, who is the most supportive person I have ever met in fandom. Whenever I feel discouraged about my writing (and then guilty about complaining), she's always there with a pick-me-up, and her comments are the most lengthy, detailed and complimentary ones I've ever received. She's a fantastic cheerleader and I owe so so much to her. One gift fic is not enough!

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: When I wanted to make Dick and Tim take a brotherly bonding road trip, I sent them on the Great Ocean Road in Now and Then, because I have firsthand knowledge of it and knew my depiction would be accurate.

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: When it comes to fanfiction, characterisation is everything. Without accurate characterisation, you're just writing about OCs. You'll know you've got strong characters when they start bucking your outline and doing what they want instead. So yes, outline all you want, but be prepared for your characters to have their say along the way.

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: I feel like a broken clock saying Family Crisis again and again, but there are only a couple more chapters left (but the most difficult ones), and they're the top of my priority list. Otherwise, I'm looking forward to continuing my Corners series, including filling that mysterious gap between A Manor of Speaking and Belated Vigil. And I never start out thinking I'll do fandom events, but the Dick Grayson Anniversary Week looks interesting...

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Sixteenth-century servant girls were expected to carry out a wide range of activities, many of them agricultural or craft-based, in addition to their domestic chores. Nineteenth-century servant girls were much more likely to be employed exclusively within the home: cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry and caring for children.

Household manuals chart a similar journey when outlining female duties for both mistresses and maids, with women's tasks gradually narrowing down over time to those contained within the walls of the home. Fitzherbert's Boke of Husbandrie (1523), for instance, allotted a couple of pages to the work of a housewife, mostly in a list of jobs that she needed to know how to perform. In addition to cooking, cleaning, laundry, and childcare, he included gardening, brewing, baking, dairying, raising poultry and pigs, milking cows, preparing flax, spinning thread - both flax and wool - taking grain to the miller, malting barley, winnowing wheat, making hay, doing the family shopping, selling on her dairy and poultry produce and sewing the family underwear. In between these tasks, she was to help her husband filling the muck wagon, driving the plough and reaping the corn. This is a daunting list, to be sure, but it also suggests that relatively little time in the average woman's day was devoted to activities encompassed by the modern concept of 'housework.' And much of the average housewife's work overlapped with her husband's.

By the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, household manuals included far less agricultural work among the wife's responsibilities. For example, William Ellis, the agricultural journalist from the Chilterns, reported that the wives, daughters, and servant maids of farmers and agricultural labourers did a good deal of dairy work and typically looked after the poultry yard. They also did the cooking, cleaning, laundry and needlework (and the childcare, although he barely noted this). However, work in the fields was not part of these women's daily routine. Plenty of agricultural work was, of course, being done by women - but as paid labour, not as part of the domestic role of wife or daughter.

This raises a question about the increasing emphasis upon women's place being in the home. Did the philosophy of 'separate spheres' for men and women, which defined much of life in the Victorian period, initially grow out of practical realities? There are many erudite historical gender studies that talk about elite and middle-class women 'retreating' into the home in this period, with a corresponding change in attitudes about the roles of men and women. And many historians discuss the social pressures on women to focus their attentions and energies upon a smaller range of domestic activities and duties. But I wonder if the additional demands of running a coal-fired household might have also helped to push the idea that a woman's place is within the home. If I am right and there was significantly more work involved in maintaining domestic cleanliness after the switch from wood to coal, then there may well have been a practical pressure for women to prioritize domestic tasks centred around the hearth at the expense of other activities - be they in the garden, the poultry yard or further from home.

- The Domestic Revolution, Ruth Goodman, pages 282-283

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Survival in Gaza is a fight for everyone and everything, not just humans. Every living thing is caught up in this nightmare, from the smallest creatures to the strongest among us. Take this little cat, for instance. She’s from Jabalia refugee camp, Al-Tarens neighborhood, house number 96, sixth street. Yeah, I know her address. She’s one of us, a Palestinian too, sitting alone in the rubble, her fur matted and dusty, with a raw, swollen eye that speaks of all she’s been through. She’s lost her hearing; explosions shake her tiny frame, but she doesn’t even react anymore. And yet, her will to survive? Unbroken.

In so many ways, she’s Gaza in a nutshell. Life here is a brutal, endless test of endurance. The genocide, the bitter cold, the soaring prices that turn basic needs like food, shelter, medicine into unattainable luxuries. These are things my family and countless others can only dream of.

For families in Gaza, survival itself has become a privilege. Nonprofits that once helped have pulled out, forced away by the very forces that keep us oppressed. And the few who stayed? Acting as middlemen, diverting the aid that’s supposed to be for us. Some prioritize their own networks in distributing aid; others resell what little is sent. Some even claim that half of donations get eaten up by "logistics costs." And then there’s aid that supposedly just "never arrives." So, families like mine are left to fend for ourselves, stripped of even the basic dignity that comes with having our needs met.

I look at this little cat, and I’m struck by the fragility of life here. My family’s hanging by a thread, surviving day to day in a world that seems indifferent to everything we’re going through. And yet, like her, we just keep going. Not because we’re strong or resilient, but because, honestly, what other choice do we have?

If this hits home for you, if this little cat’s fight feels like something you understand, please consider helping. Every donation, no matter the amount, goes directly to where it’s needed most. It can mean a bit of warmth, a moment of safety, maybe even a sliver of hope in these times that feel darker than anything.

From a heart that’s been broken too many times, thank you for standing with us.

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‘ pat chayanit, cis woman, she/her, 28 / 282 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems NERINA DRAGOMIR has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from SUMMER COURT is said to be OBSERVANT and is said to describe themselves with THE HARSH SPLASH OF THE TIDE AS IT ROLLS IN DURING A STORM, SILENCE THAT SPEAKS VOLUMES ABOVE SCREAMING, A STRONG LOVE OF PANTS and with all of this in mind their SECRETIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full  name  .  nerina dragomir

nickname(s)  .  rina

age  .  28  appearance  /  282  actual

sexuality  .  pansexual

occupation  .  lady

species  .  high fae

loyalty  .  summer court

height  .  5'5"

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

the  third  child  born  to  the  high  lord,  a  man  that  by  the  time  she  knew  him,  was  a  womanizer  who  lost  himself  in  others.  the  behavior  granted  other  siblings,  she  couldn’t  complain  for  she  loves  them  all,  but  nerina  would  never  feel  the  warm  love  of  her  father.

her  mother  was  a  night  fae,  a  traveler  who  beguiled  the  high  lord  and  never  stuck  around  once  she  was  born.  nerina  would  be  raised  by  nannies  and  older  siblings,  a  chore  she  came  to  resent  as  it  was  never  their  place.

once  old  enough  she  found  that  her  time  was  better  spent  at  sea,  sailing  on  her  own  ship,  each  time  a  bit  further  than  the  last.  she’d  lie  to  her  father,  he  wasn’t  as  focused  on  her  as  he  was  her  elder  siblings,  she  could  have  gotten  away  with  murder. if  only  that  was  the  type  of  freedom  she  wanted,  not  a  cry  for  attention  from  the  father  who  didn’t  glance  her  way.

her  fondest  stories  are  on  the  beaches,  or  of  harsh  summer  storms  that  broke  the  shores  of  adriata.  many  believe  the  lady  to  be  reserved  and  kind,  but  she  embodies  those  very  weathers.  she  can  be  fierce,  but  she  is  calculating.  nerina  keeps  her  true  self  hidden  from  the  world  and  saved  for  herself.  nobody  deserves  her  trust,  she’s  only  slowly  giving  it  back  to  the  siblings  she  felt  so  estranged  from.

she  isn’t  a  loud  woman,  but  don’t  mistake  that  for  being  meek  or  a  lack  of  confidence.  she  has  that  in  spades,  but  found  that  you  don’t  have  to  be  the  loudest  in  the  room  to  be  heard.  she  only  speaks  when  she  has  something  of  value  to  say.

a  fashionista,  most  of  her  travels  to  other  courts  were  to  explore  their  cultures.  she’s  taken  bits  of  everything  and  kept  it  all  to  herself,  as  well  as  stories  and  tales  she  shares  with  her  siblings.  nerina  is  aware  of  how  lucky  she  is,  was.

she  didn’t  attend  her  father’s  funeral.  where  she  could  have  winnowed  there,  she  makes  the  excuse  of  being  too  far  away.

ironic,  she  will  get  restful  if  one  compares  her  to  her  mother,  but  she’s  hard  pressed  to  stay  in  a  place  long  and  travel  soothes  her  broken  soul.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on  main  :  tbd

other  ideas  :  dalliances  /  flings  /  flirtationships  /  exes  /  friendships  /  alliances or friendships made while traveling  /  people she sailed with

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × threads ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × inspo ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × dev ❜

✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜, ✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × image ❜

[cinderfeather]

20 Questions For Writers

Yay, thank's for the tag @sinvulkt! I've seen this going round and been hoping to participate.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

81,221 words! That's basically a novel, although split out across many shorter works.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost all my works are Star Wars (Luke & Vader or occasionally prequals Anakin), then DC (Superman). I only have one fic about Superman posted, but I do have quite a few drafts about him.

I also try to write origional works, but I find it a lot harder to create something I feel is as compelling without having 'the iceberg of canon' beneath it. (Granted I've made a lot of progress on trying to write origional works since I started writing fanfic.)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Operation CHEER LUKE UP AFTER BESPIN (Star Wars OT)

282 kudos

This was the first fic I ever posted. I do want to finish this one, but I'm currently facing a challenging plothole, so I keep waiting till I've finished up whatever other WIP I'm working on, and then after finishing a WIP I want a break before coming back to writing a fic again, except that after a break I come up with another WIP idea…

2. Whose Propaganda is it Anyway? (Star Wars OT)

134 kudos

I'm surprised this beat Mistaken Son-dentity, given that it gets quite serious toward the end. But rereading it again I forgot how fun the first part was, and the way the first line eches the last.

3. Mistaken Son-dentity (Star Wars OT)

120 kudos

I love the crack in this one, I often think back on it if I need a way to cheer myself up but don't have access to my Ao3 bookmarks (given that I wrote it it's much easier to play in my head).

4. Skeptics of the Force (Star Wars OT)

119 kudos

I'm very proud of this one. It's the longest thing I've ever finished, and it grew from what I thought would be 7,000 words to 36,000 words. I edit very slowly so that was a Marathon! The plot and foreshadowing was very complex, so by the end it I was playing whack-a-mole with all the inconsistencies.

5. Hide (Star Wars OT)

111 kudos

I'm surprised this one was so well loved, it's very short and I was hesitant to post it because it felt a bit unfinished and like just the start of something. So I'm glad I did!

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

Yes, occasionally I miss some but in general I try to keep up with them. If someone gives me unsolicited constructive critisim I generally don't reply, but I'm reluctant to delete their comment.

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

Hmm. So there are several top contenders:

Initially I thought The Haunting of Order-66 might be it, but then I realised that while that was one of the angster ones, it actually had quite a hopeful ending.

Alone is sad, but I don't quite feel it has the gut punch to be the top contender.

Ghost is also pretty up there, but I'd say the ending leans more into horror than 'angst'.

The above two lean into 'not getting there in time', but I think the betrayal in 'Can't Go Home' elevates the angst to another level. (I double-checked The Right Hand of Justice because it Very Much explores betrayal, but the acceptance and teeny tiny thread of hope laced into the end knocks it from first place.)

So Can't Go Home is the winner!

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

Hmm. I think Rivers of Lava, Rivers of Life has a beautiful ending.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

There's a lot of imaginary hate in my head when I'm working through those last few edits before I post something 😅. Occasionally people have said they didn't like some of the ways my characters behaved, but I think it's mostly just being annoyed at them, not at the fic.

9. Do you write smut?

I don't have any posted, but there is some in my drafts. If I edited some I'm not sure if I'd post it under this account or make another I keep separate.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Sort of. I stumbled across the song 'I Know Those Eyes/This Man is Dead' (from The Count of Monte Cristo musical) and instantly went 'This has EPIC Vader/Padme reunion vibes. I promptly went and wrote a fic based on those vibes alone, and then after I finished I watched a film adaptation and read the book so I finally knew what was going on (because I knew if I looked up what was happening before I wrote the fic my perfectionism would get in the way and I'd never end up writing it).

Now, after reading the giant tome that was The Count of Monte Cristo I have an idea for a more accurate crossover called 'The Sith of Monte Cristo,' but (as I predicted) I feel too overwhelmed to write that one.

In addition, when I read Hamlet last year for the first time in my life, I was entranced and sketched out a Luke!Hamlet AU, but I also feel like that might be quite a bit of work so I haven't been motivated enough to write that either.

Finally, The Right Hand of Justice technically falls into the crossover category on Ao3, but it doesn't feel like a myth retelling makes sense to label a 'Crossover'.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If Ao3 ever been scraped as a dataset into a Large-Language-Model.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, I can only speak one language. Feel free to offer if you'd like to translate one of mine, though!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not yet!

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

Um, does 'Superman/anyone' count? I love Clois, but sometimes I wish there were more AUs so it wasn't just Superman/Reporter all the time. I also love a good Clex, the enimies-to-lovers angst is delicious. I am super down for Superbat - it has the double the Identity Shennagins from Clois with a light dose of the Enimies-To-Lovers angst from Clex.

However, this might be weird, but I'm really, really down for Superman/Female Origional Character, just someone fun and quirky and quite fleshed out but a bit different to Lois's personality (because I have read mountains and mountins of Clois and while it's amazing I sometimes get a little bored of the narrowness of reporter life and the 'in love with Superman, in friends with Clark' tropes). I have a few drafts of this, but then I worry that a female OC in fandom won't be very popular so I don't clean them up 😅

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

Um. Um. I mean I want to finish 'Cheer Luke Up' and I will, okay, I will. It just could possibly take up to quite a number of years before I get back into it. I'm getting faster at editing, so one day it might not take that much work to finish up. I think it's just past the half-way point at the moment.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I'm really proud of a lot of the cosmic horror I've done! I think it has a great sense of a slow buildup of dread, and then some really unique and otherworldly horrors, tinged with just the right amount of wonder and awe.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Perfectionism. The initial draft isn't too hard, but it usually takes at a minimum a full week of being mostly focused on it to months for anything above 5k words. It tends to exhaust and frustrate me so much.

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

Haven't done it yet (unless you count me makeing up stuff that sounds like Latin or outright using Latin in one or two sentences). As long as it fits well, but I think excessive use of it could frustrate the reader.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars Origional Trilogy

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Aaaaaahh. I think Stride of Terror is an awesome 'Vader captures Luke' fic, 'Cheer Luke Up' is the silliest, wildest, unhinged crack, Skeptics of the Force gazes into the abyss, and The Sith in Yellow is a really impressive piece of cosmic horror.

I'm going to say Skeptics of the Force, because out of all my fics when I think about how to bind one into a book it's that one that I want the most.

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