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[greenbunny7]

Dipcember2024 .12 Break/Peace

Picture taken moments before disaster

@localcanadiancreature62

[rakhalofthestars]

Under His Bangs

Synopsis: Boothill finally lets you see what he's been hiding underneath his bangs.

Tags: Boothill x gn reader, established relationship, Boothill's backstory, fluff, light angst, hurt/comfort, soft Boothill <3 a/n: This fic is based off my headcanon on what I like to think is underneath his bangs :3

Warnings: Self depreciation and talks of appearance, Boothill might also be a bit ooc here :(

wc: 1 733

Many parts of Boothill’s appearance are striking, causing him to easily stand out in a crowd. Poor guy. Blending in was never his strong suit and his metal body makes it even more difficult. There just aren’t many cyborgs who looked the way he did. 

It’s not like Boothill ever tried to blend in much. Everything from his whole cowboy get-up to his boisterous personality screamed that he was someone who you wouldn’t want to forget about anytime soon. Not to mention the bounty on his head that had risen to the billions recently.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for, darlin’? I ain’t even responsible for half the things these people be accusin’ me for! I mean, just look at me, ain’t I just the picture of a saint?” Boothill protested one time when you had shoved his wanted poster in his face. On the poster was a (admittedly good) photo of him with his signature shit-eating grin along with the sum of a whopping one billion credits stamped underneath.

You had sighed back then, knowing you can’t argue with him and in all honesty, you doubt he was actually responsible for the wares disappearing from a shop at Pier Point shopping street. Maybe the poor employee was really just trying to get out of listening to Karen complain their ear off. Considering the amount of trouble he’s caused at Pier Point for the IPC, it’s no surprise that Boothill made a long lasting impression on everyone there. 

That’s the thing about Boothill. Every part of him always left an impression. Whether the impression was good or bad really depended on whether you were with the “shirt bags at the IPC” as he liked to call it. 

Even though you had been traveling with the Galaxy Ranger for quite some time now, there was one aspect of his appearance that was constantly on your mind. His bangs. They were so mysterious and styled in such a way as well. 

Why were his bangs the only part of his hair that was fully black? Why did they cover his right eye? Was it a stylistic choice to cover his right eye and look like an emo? Or was there some other, more bigger reason behind covering part of his face like that?

The flurry of questions always swirled about in your head whenever you were with him. It almost made you dizzy at times. However, since you knew about all that the man had been through prior to becoming a cyborg, you kept quiet and never tried to pry. It didn’t go unnoticed by Boothill though, the curiosity that was always brimming in your eyes when they flicked momentarily to his bangs. He really did want to explain what was underneath. The problem was that he just wasn’t sure whether he was ready to open this specific can of worms.

But when something is meant to happen, the opportunity for it will naturally present itself.

You and Boothill were lying on the motel bed, simply basking in one another’s presence. It was one of those quiet nights where all you wanted to do was to just forget about your worries and relax.

Lying on the soft mattress with Boothill’s body acting as a sort of weighted blanket whilst his face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck, you really don't want to ruin this slice of paradise by asking about his bangs. Nor does he want to ruin that lazy little smile on your lips by revealing this particular skeleton in his closet.

Your hands roam about and glide over him mindlessly until your fingers are suddenly tangling themselves in his hair. You massage his scalp gently before bringing his face out of its little hiding spot in your neck. An uncharacteristic and borderline pathetic little whine sounds from Boothill’s lips but it’s forgotten as the crosshair in Boothill’s eye locks onto you, the tiny target in the middle forming into the shape of a heart because each and every time you caress his face, he swears he’s falling in love even more than he thought was possible. He has the most adorable little smile on his face but it falters when your hand strays just a bit too far, almost brushing his bangs away from his face. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to”, you apologize immediately and retract your hand, knowing that the fact that Boothill even allows you to touch him and his hair so freely is something that not many get and you’d hate to overstep his boundaries.

“...Naw, it’s fine. I ain’t mad, darlin’,” is Boothill’s reply as he brings your hand back to his face, already missing your touch. He places your hand right underneath his bangs and the look in his eyes tells you that it was no mistake on his part for the placement.

“Can I…?”

The man hesitates, something that you’ve rarely ever seen him do. He’s always so sure of himself, so confident with each and every single move of his. What could possibly make him hesitate?

“Yeah, go ahead”, Boothill finally says.

Despite the bit of excitement that’s bubbling within you, you don’t rush to see what’s underneath. You take your time, simply feeling the soft skin and watching how your partner looks on with anxiety but also affection. He wants to know- no. He needs to know how you’ll react. Even if it might hurt him. You’ve done so much for him. You’ve loved him, taken care of him, listened to him without any judgment and have been with him through the highs and lows of this chapter of his life as he navigates through depression, anxiety and this new robot body of his. You deserved to know.

With love and care etched into your movements, you slowly brush aside the black locks of hair that covered part of Boothill’s face. 

Under his bangs, was a big, dark burn mark that marred the area his hair normally covered along with a deep scar that ran vertically down his right eye, causing it to be shut tight. 

Silence permeated throughout the room as you drank in the sight and Boothill stared back anxiously, waiting for you to say something.

“Oh…”, you finally breathe out and the Galaxy Ranger winces.

His breath hitches and his left eye widens in disbelief. Beautiful? Was there something wrong with your eyes? He was tempted to ask but falls silent when you trace the darker flesh with reverent touches and bring his face closer to press the lightest kiss on top of his right eye.

“It’s hideous, ain’t it?”

“You’re so beautiful, Boothill.”

“You’re so very beautiful.”

“Well fudge…ya can’t just say that, sugar. Gon’ make a man cry”, Boothill mumbles, his gravelly voice cracking so subtly you could’ve thought that you imagined it. He had never exposed himself like this to anyone. He could count on one hand the amount of times he felt as vulnerable as he did now. 

“Why can’t I say it? You’re the handsomest man that I’ve ever seen. If you want to cry then go ahead, there’s nothing wrong with crying. But believe me when I say you’re gorgeous.”

“How could you ever find a bag o’ bolts like me beautiful?”

“These scars on your face…they tell stories of who you are and what you’ve gone through. I won’t force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable but you don’t have to hide them. Not around me at least,” you whisper against his skin. Hidden in your words was an underlying plea that was only for him to hear. 

“Because you are. If I could, I’d let you see yourself through my eyes just so you could realize what a sight you are.”

With every word that passes your lips, you press soft kisses across his face, paying extra attention to the right side that he deemed “ugly”. It was as if your kisses were paint and his face was your canvas as he allows you to paint your love onto him. 

Please let me take your pain and shoulder it with you. Please let me shower you with the love that was robbed from you. Please don’t push me away.

A shuddering gasp escapes Boothill, the first sound that he’s made now in a while. He needs time and that’s what you give. You fill the silence with fond caresses and gentle kisses until the man finally manages to speak.

“Mah face wasn’t always like this, y’know. It was…on that night. When them cannons were falling down from the IPC…”, his voice cracks and he trails off. You wanted to know more but stayed silent, letting him take things at his own pace.

“I was runnin’ home, praying to every Aeon that I could think of at the time that everything would be all fine and dandy…Wasn’t really lookin’ where I was runnin’ and neither was I thinkin’ much about dodgin’ the bombs. A bit o’ burnin’ shrapnel fell on this side of mah face here and well…y’can see for yerself what happened.”

“When I went to that tech doc to get this here body of mine, I asked her to not do anythin’ to these scars. Maybe it’s stupid since I can’t stand to look at ‘em, but I just didn’t want to do away with ‘em. I wanted to keep ‘em, as a reminder of that night and what it is that I fight for. Not like I need much remindin’ but heh…y’know…”

Boothill lets out a small, bitter chuckle before burying his face back in the crook of your neck. He had long lost the ability to cry but he swore that if he continued to talk, he’d end up breaking down in front of you and that was something he wished to avoid.

All you can do now is to comfort him because the fact that he’s told you all of this means that yes, he will allow you to shoulder his pain with him. Yes, he’ll allow you to shower him with the love that he was robbed of. No, he won’t push you away. So continue with what you’ve been doing all this time. Continue to assure him of his beauty and his worth. Continue to love him because Lan knows how long he’s gone without it.

[koqabear]

Nights Like These

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“It was tradition between you and your roommates to relax and drink together once a month. One day a month where you could forget about all your responsibilities and speak about whatever was on your mind. Confronting your undeniable attraction to said roommates was not what you were expecting on a night like this.”

Yeonjun x fem! reader x Taehyun

Genre: and they were roommates, a whopping 2k of “plot”, smut 

word count: 7.7K

Warnings: use of alcohol, mentions of food (they get tipsy at most) 

Smut warnings: dom! Yeonjun, Dom!taehyun, sub!mc, threesome, tae is packing !! (who else is shocked), exhibitionism/ voyeurism, teasing, reader is mentioned to be more vanilla / inexperienced, corruption (?), degrading, praise, pet names, (pretty girl, baby, cutie, etc.) masturbating, (fem) manhandling, biting, marking, grinding, oral, (fem rec.) breast play, fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, messy handjobs, strength kink, dacryphilia, double vaginal penetration, scratching, bulge kink, size kink, possessiveness, dumbification, creampies , cockwarming (lemme know if I missed anything!)

Notes: How bizarre is it to have two regular warnings then a whole fucking paragraph of smut warnings? Only on my blog, I suppose. Listen to me, I’ve been meaning to write about double penetration on this godforsaken app but have been too scared to— I refuse to be silenced!! Enjoy while you can before it disappears from the tags!!

Nothing good came from nights like these. 

That still didn’t stop you from doing it, feeling yourself sink back more into the couch cushions as your grip tightens on your wine glass; you feel tipsy at most, and the drink in your hand is tamer in comparison to the nights where you and your roommates would go through bottles of soju and order takeout after a particularly stressful day.

On nights like those, where you were too drunk to properly clean up after yourselves, nothing good ever happened. There are too many incidents of you spilling your drinks all over the floor, waking up to a sticky floor that would have you scolded badly by your friends— not to mention the number of drunk rambles your two roommates have gone on, confessing things that would change your perception of them if you were lucky enough to remember it. 

Tonight was one of those nights. 

“Well, it wasn’t ever anything serious,” Yeonjun said, pausing to take another sip of his drink. Tonight wasn’t as bad as the other nights, and you’d like to chalk it all up to the fact that you haven’t really drunk much. But it was enough to loosen Yeonjun’s tongue, sitting back in amusement as you listened to him tell you two stories of his delinquent days, “But I seriously stressed out my mom back then. I feel so bad for her honestly, I don’t know how she put up with me.” 

“I guess that makes sense,” Taehyun says, sitting on the floor and leaning on the coffee table as he grabs a slice of pizza— it’s probably gone cold now, given the fact that the two can never stop talking whenever they drink, “no wonder you’re such a freak.” 

Yeonjun seems to bristle at his friend’s comments, crossing his arms defensively as he glares down at Taehyun. “What the hell do you mean by that?” 

They seem to be communicating as Taehyun gives him a knowing look. It only serves to make you curious as Yeonjun’s ears turn red, clearly defeated as he chooses to take a sip from his drink. The sight is enough to make you laugh, giggly as always as you lean forward clumsily. 

“What?” You say, looking between your two friends to see if you can pry out any information from them, “What’re you guys talking about?”

“Nothing just,” Yeonjun clears his throat, downing his glass as he leans forward to place it down on the table, “just some embarrassing shit I used to do, I don’t think you’d wanna hear about it.”

“Oh, but Taehyun would?” You say, raising a brow as you look towards the said man; he’s smiling, mischievous and tempting as his eyes sparkle cutely under the lights— almost giving him an aura of innocence, if you didn’t know any better, “come on, try me. We’ve known each other long enough, right?” 

“Mmm. It’s just this one time,” Taehyun starts, pausing to take a bite of pizza as he tries to gauge Yeonjun’s reaction; you glance at him, but he refuses to look at you, covering his face in embarrassment as you’re still able to pick up on the red tinge of his cheeks, “I caught Yeonjun and one of his girls fucking, that’s all… It happened multiple times actually, had me thinking it wasn’t an accident at some point. Weird time, honestly.”

“She was really into it, okay?” Yeonjun admits, attempting poorly to defend himself as his hands come away from his face. He’s clearly flustered, his hair a mess with how much he’s been running his hands through it as he listened to Taehyun tell you his story.

“Yeah? Was it because of me? Because I’ve never heard this happening with any of our other friends,” Taehyun is clearly provoking Yeonjun as the two begin to bicker, casually spilling truths that have your eyes widening in surprise. 

There he goes again— Yeonjun has dropped a fact on you so casually as you try to pretend that it doesn’t affect you at all; this time, it seems to have been revealed that Yeonjun is quite the exhibitionist. 

“Don’t act like you were quick to leave, either,” Yeonjun says, words beginning to slur slightly as he points an accusing finger at the younger man. 

“I won’t deny that,” Taehyun is the definition of evil as he grins, biting his lip slightly as he glances at you, “I won’t deny that she was cute— and who am I to refuse a free show?”

Okay, this is all taking a strange turn; you knew the two men before you knew each other way longer than they knew you, and had a very close relationship in turn, but this seemed a little too much for you— you really hadn’t been expecting Taehyun to confess that he was into watching when you pressured him into telling Yeonjun’s secret. 

It’s not like you’ve never talked about your little sexcapades, as Yeonjun likes to call them, but you never truly feel ready for them as you usually find them on the more intense side, your experiences put to shame as it all usually ranges on the more vanilla side. 

Maybe that’s why you find yourself feeling a bit hot— that, and the copious amount you’ve drunk tonight, you tell yourself, gulping nervously as you try to ignore that the way they’ve begun to go into detail isn’t affecting you. At all. 

“Dude, do you have any idea how many times she would ask to invite you?” Yeonjun groaned, throwing his head back against the couch at the very thought, “I seriously thought she was into you instead of me.” 

“I wouldn’t mind sharing,” Taehyun says, the cheeky comment immediately getting a shut the fuck up, in return from Yeonjun. It’s a bit embarrassing when you jump as Taehyun’s eyes land on you again, trying to pretend it didn’t happen as Taehyun only chuckles at your state, “What’s wrong, why are you so quiet? Did we freak you out?”

“No, just…” you clear your throat attempting to not let your flustered state show as you shrug casually, “Just didn’t think you guys would be into that.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t be?” If you didn’t know better, you’d think Yeonjun was genuinely curious as he leans forward, laying on the opposite end of the couch as he tilts his head like a puppy. He’s well beyond tipsy, his pouty lips stained and his eyes lidded as his bangs fall into his eyes; a reminder of how good he looks with long hair hits you suddenly, your stomach churning as you desperately try to keep these thoughts under lock and key. 

“I— I don’t know,” you say, biting your lip at the stutter you accidentally let slip through, “what kind of question is that?” 

“Well, we’ve told you a bit about us,” Taehyun says, his foot tapping rhythmically at the table leg as his gaze doesn’t break away from yours, “just think it’d be fair to hear a bit about you, no?”

This was dangerous territory. This type of conversation was usually only breached when you knew you wouldn’t be able to remember it the next day, but men before you are way too experienced to let a few glasses of wine get to them— they were definitely teasing you. 

Was this a normal thing to talk about between friends? Usually, you wouldn’t think much of it; you can think of plenty of times when you’ve all expressed your own stories, unadulterated and light-hearted as you all shared a laugh about it. But this, it definitely felt different; you’re not sure why, but maybe it’s because of the way you can’t help pressing your legs together, your mind beginning to stray as you take in the intensity of their eyes— dark, dangerous, still waiting for an answer as you clear your throat shyly. 

“I dunno, I’m pretty open to trying new things,” you say, trying to change the subject as you stare down at your empty glass, “Tae, could you pass me the bottle?”

Taehyun is quick to heed your request, scooting closer to you to pass you the bottle; you think you might just be going insane when he takes this chance to grab onto your hand, tugging at it slightly so you’re leaning towards him. The way you gulp nervously isn’t lost on Taehyun as he smiles tenderly, his chest pressing against your bare thigh as you try to ignore the way he’s practically laying on you.

“Are you drunk already?” Taehyun asks, ever a tease as he leans in closer to take a closer look at your face, “You’re usually a lot more talkative than this.”

“No,” you say, oddly defensive as you pull away from him; curling up in the corner of the couch, you huff, pouring yourself another glass as you ignore the way the two men grin at your shy state, “what do you expect me to say?” 

“You usually contribute a lot more to our conversations,” Yeonjun muses, scooting closer to you as he watches you avoid his eyes, opting to take another sip from your glass instead, “plus, weren’t you the one that was so eager to hear about my past?”

“When I asked, I was expecting crime stories or something,” you say, your tongue loosened as you look at your friend directly in his eyes, “not stories about you two sharing a girl.” 

There’s something in Yeonjun’s gaze that darkens as he hears you say that. You can practically feel the stares of your two friends burning into your skin as you clear your throat awkwardly, trying to not shift as Yeonjun only scoots closer to you; he’s sitting at your feet now, his arm thrown over the couch as he makes himself comfortable, a cocky smile slowly growing on his face as he speaks.

“Oh, we never shared her,” Yeonjun drawls, tilting his head at the very thought. Below you, Taehyun shakes his head, resting his chin on your thigh as he stares up at you with sparkling doe eyes, clearly tipsy by the way his cheekbones are flushed pink, “she wasn’t special enough for that.”

“You practically did,” you say, shivering at the way Yeonjun runs a hand up your thigh, stopping as he begins to play with the hem of your sweater— the same sweater that Yeonjun and Taehyun are matching with you now, a stupid gift you got them for Christmas and never really expected them to wear. 

Yeonjun can only huff out a laugh at your little comment. You look so cute as you’re cradling your glass, unsure of what else to do as you take another drink out of nervous habit, eventually downing the rest of it. Despite your tense demeanor, your eyes give you away, a dim curiosity showing through as you allow the two men to get closer still. 

“What, you don’t like the idea?” Yeonjun whispers, feeling the way you’re shifting underneath his touch as he gets closer to you, “Would it be too much for someone like you?” 

Someone like you. Someone who wasn’t as experienced or active as them, who preferred to stay with what you knew instead of trying something dangerous and experimenting. 

“No,” you bluffed, refusing to back down as you listened to the two men before you chuckle at your words, “I could handle it.”

“Could you really?” Yeonjun asks, pulling away as you feel your body yearning for his warm presence again, “I don’t believe you.” 

There are so many ways things could go now— a single choice could change the way you see your roommates forever, your heart pounding against your chest as you let out a shaky sigh. 

“What am I supposed to do?” You sigh out shakily, watching the way the remaining droplets in your glass swish around, averting your eyes to avoid their reactions, “prove it to you?” 

“Show us.” 

Your head practically snaps up at Yeonjun’s words. Your mouth has gone dry and you feel as though your tongue has gone numb, unable to articulate any words as you simply give your friend a dumbfounded stare. 

A pause ensues; they wait patiently, giving you a moment to back out and leave if you want to. But even then, they can’t ignore the way your thighs press together impatiently, your throat bobbing as you finally part your lips to speak. 

“Show you?”

The way the men chuckle at your state is downright degrading— and it makes you stifle a whine that threatens to creep up your throat, feeling insanely aroused the longer they take to say or do anything. It’s like they’re trapping you in, feeling small under their gaze as Yeonjun glances down at the pathetic excuse of shorts that cover your legs. 

“Show us you can take it, baby.” Slowly, you nod, allowing Taehyun to take your empty glass from you as your fingers slowly slip under the waistband of your shorts, proceeding to pull them off you. You feel so exposed as you watch the way their eyes follow your every move, gulping for the nth time tonight as you keep your panties on; the way they eye the cute lace has you clenching your legs nervously, unsure of what to do before Yeonjun is reaching out to pry your legs open gently.

“Come on cutie, don’t be shy,” Yeonjun smiles, an action ever so sweet and tempting as he spots the way you’ve made a wet spot on your panties. Taehyun is encouraging as he slowly takes your hand, allowing him to lead you down and place it right over your core before he’s placing his hand over your own, practically engulfing it as he forces you to apply pressure to your pussy.

“Can you show us how you touch yourself, pretty?” 

Their cute nicknames for you are enough to have you melting under their every command, feeling the way your legs open on their own, eager to follow their orders as your hand practically disappears under Taehyun’s. You still can’t help but feel shy under their watchful gaze as you slide your hand under your waistband, your eyes meeting with Yeonjun’s as the pad of your fingertips meets your clit; you jump at the sudden feeling, your mouth falling open as you slowly begin to circle the bud. 

You feel so powerful as you watch the two men become infatuated with you, unable to take their eyes off you for a second as you allow your middle and ring finger to run over your slit— the wet noises that come from it have Yeonjun biting his lip tensely, shifting in his seat as his eyes dart down to where your hand has disappeared. 

Your chest juts out at a particularly harsh touch on your clit— the material of your sweater is thin and pastel, and it allows both your friends to watch the way your nipples poke through, unable to help the way their eyes widen at the fact that you haven’t been wearing a bra all night. 

Yeonjun thinks he might go insane; the sight of you is so sweet and fragile as he watches the way you slowly fuck yourself, a broken whimper escaping you as your fingertips begin to tease your entrance. Beneath you, Taehyun is doing no better, able to get a closer look at your pussy as he watches the material dampen, wanting nothing more than to rip the material off and get a proper view of you toying with your pretty cunt.

After a moment, you decide it’s not enough. Your eyes can’t help but stray as you take in how big the hands of the two men before you are in comparison to yours, feeling your pussy clench uncontrollably at the thought of having either of them touch you instead. The moan you let out is weak and pathetic as you reach your free hand to Yeonjun, tugging at his sleeve until he’s scooting closer to you, eyes hazed and lips parted as he takes in your broken face.

“More,” you whine out, tugging at his sleeve as you bring him closer, until you can feel his breath fan against your face and graze your lips against his, “need more. Please.”

You can taste the wine on Yeonjun’s lips as you finally gather the strength to close the gap between the two of you. The taste only becomes more prominent as he pushes his tongue past your lips, allowing you to tangle your free hand into his hair as you begin bucking your hips uselessly into your hands— you can only whine weakly at the way Yeonjun leaves you messy and breathless, pulling away as his swollen and shiny lips come into view. 

“Fuck, come here,” he breathes out, grabbing onto your hand and tugging you roughly as you allow him to situate you however he likes— it ends with you seated comfortably on his lap, your ass pressing against his clear erection as he drapes your legs over his thighs; you’re practically spread open as Taehyun situates himself between the two of you, on his knees and staring up with you with such a dark and dangerous gaze that has your cunt clenching around nothing. 

“God, look at you,” Yeonjun breathes out into your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hands rub teasingly on your thighs. You jump at the sensitive feeling, trying to close your legs on instinct, only for it to fail as Yeonjun’s strong thighs keep you spread open. Taehyun is only able to laugh at your pathetic state, leaning in closer to your pussy as his eyes never leave yours— he’s so close, almost able to touch you as you rock your hips toward him subtly. 

“Dripping all over me when we’ve barely even started,” Yeonjun’s words are lazy and slurred together as he leaves kisses on the column of your neck, sloppy and wet as he goes to leave marks all over you. 

Wordlessly, Taehyun reaches forward to plant a soft kiss on your panty-covered cunt. The feeling is enough to have you throwing your head back against Yeonjun’s shoulder, your panties practically stuck to you with how needy you are. With every rock of your hips, Yeonjun groans into your ear, feeling your ass press perfectly against his cock, unable to help the way he thrusts up into you, enjoying the way you yelp cutely at the feeling, jolting in his lap from the sheer action. 

Your eyes are fluttering shut the moment Taehyun’s mouth connects with your cunt. He’s making a mess of the pretty lace panties you have on, practically making out with your pussy as he presses his warm tongue on your slit, pushing against the fabric and dragging it up before he’s stopping at your clit. You’re a whining and moaning mess by now, unable to control the way your face contorts with pleasure as Taehyun sucks your clit, hearing the way your moans pick up as he runs his tongue over the fabric teasingly. 

Your panties are an absolute mess by the time he’s pulling away, and Taehyun can’t hide the way the sight is clearly affecting him— your pussy is practically outlined against the fabric, the garment skewed as the pretty bow by your navel practically begs him to unwrap you like a present. 

He does so gladly; both men are groaning weakly as they watch the way as a string of your arousal remains connected to your panties, a weak whimper escaping you as you feel Yeonjun lift your hips with no effort— you’re practically staining his sweatpants the moment he’s sitting you back down, and it certainly doesn’t help that you can still feel his hip rutting into the swell of your ass occasionally, wrapping a secure arm around your waist before he’s pulling you flush against his chest. 

“So soft,” Yeonjun mutters, his hand that was wrapped around your waist sneaking under the hem of your sweater and moving up to grope your beasts; you can’t help the way you mewl as you feel his cold hands on your nipples, sensitive to the way he plays with them, as though he knows your body like the back of his hand.

His other hand is reaching down to your pussy, his deep chuckle hitting your ears as you jump when his fingers come in contact with your cunt; before you realize what he’s doing, you feel him spreading you open with his two fingers, a glob of arousal escaping you as you feel his other hand reach down and tug your sweater over your chest— you’re left displayed perfectly to Taehyun, spread out prettily for him as he’s left to enjoy the sight.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Yeonjun hums out softly, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit as the wet sounds ring around the room. Taehyun can only groan at the sight, ever so weak for your pussy as he finally leans in to get a taste. 

Yeonjun’s other hand has left your breasts. Instead, it traveled up to get a hold of your chin, forcing you to look down and gaze at the way Taehyun’s head was stuck between your thighs; Yeonjun keeping you spread open for him, feeling the way Taehyun’s tongue lapped at you teasingly. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Yeonjun whispers in your ear, like a dirty secret no one else should know as he begins humping against you at a steady pace, “Love being our cute little attention whore?” 

The way you agree to his words without hesitation should be embarrassing— but it’s not, especially with the way Taehyun is leaving you speechless, his tongue teasing at your entrance before he’s finally fucking it into you. 

He’s so sloppy and eager as he allows your arousal to coat his face, moving it side to side and listening to the way you moan whenever his nose bumps against your clit. Yeonjun holds you open all the while, and the way Taehyun pulls away to slurp lewdly at your arousal leaves you warm and flustered as you tuck your head into Yeonjun’s neck. 

It doesn’t take you long before the said man is pulling you back away, keeping his hold on your face firm as he watches the way your face changes intently, his hand moving away from your pussy to rub your thigh soothingly. 

“Look at you, such a pretty thing, letting yourself get used by us,” Yeonjun mutters, his voice dark as he places soft kisses all over your face; it’s a stark contrast to the way Taehyun only becomes more eager to hear you cum, his swollen lips sucking eagerly at your clit as you feel his tongue run ruthlessly over it all the while. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought of you. How hard it was to ignore these feelings, to pretend like I wouldn’t love to fuck you senseless,” Yeonjun’s confessions have a fire of desire licking all throughout your body, hearing the way he stumbles over his words, unable to take his eyes away from the scene before him, “I felt so guilty when I saw you, so cute and perfect, innocent to the fact that we’ve wanted you for so long.”

You’re a mess under their hands as the sudden confessions take you by surprise, whimpering out weakly that you’ve felt the same— Taehyun’s eyes flick up to meet yours for a second, tilting his head before he’s practically making out with your pussy slowly, the feeling of his tongue all over you making you reach down and tug his hair thoughtlessly; the moan he lets out from the feeling is enough to bring you close to your climax, unable to control yourself as you begin to roll your hips against his face. 

“Yeah? Do you think about us a lot?” Yeonjun whines teasingly in your ear, mimicking you and smiling as you moan out a weak y-yes! 

“Do you touch yourself to the thought of us?” Yeonjun’s questions are dangerous to your fuzzy mind as you nod frantically, weak to his voice as you find yourself confessing things you never thought you ever would. 

“God, I do too,” Yeonjun groans, his cock pressing against you as he reaches down to keep your hips still, bringing you back against him as you remain victim to the way Taehyun licks your pussy mercilessly. You think your mind has gone blank the moment his fingers sneak in to prod at your entrance, the way he messily kisses and sucks at your clit your downfall as you let out one last moan— you’re stilling against his face as he lets you ride out your orgasm, weak whimpers and cries streaming from your lips as you weakly cry out that it’s too much. 

Taehyun only listens to your commands once he feels you pushing at his face weakly, your eyes fluttering open weakly and your chest heaving as you lock gazes with Taehyun— you feel beyond flustered at the way his lips and chin shine with your arousal, his tongue slowly darting out to lick it all off before he’s leaning in to place a gentle, feather-like kiss at your inner knee. 

“I’ve thought about having you like this for so long,” Yeonjun breathes out, his hand reaching down to play with your pussy teasingly; he ignores the way you keen softly at his touch, still sensitive from your previous orgasm as he begins to put on a show for Taehyun— the said man only sits back on his heels, hands on your knees as he watches your face with a dark expression. 

Yeonjun’s fingers are long and cool against your walls; the stretch is enough to make you moan out weakly, falling limp against Yeonjun as you let him set up a gentle pace. You shiver with every motion he does, flinching when he curls his fingers to press against your sweet spot cruelly, focusing on it as he immediately notices your reaction. 

His lips that were once soothing against your neck have now become harsh, leaving bites and marks that bloom on your skin prettily— the sight of you marked up and leaking desperately for him is enough to have him trying to not fuck you senselessly right that second— instead, you can feel him beginning to thrust against you, his cock fully hard as he nuzzles his head into your neck.

“Please,” you beg, breathy and useless as Taehyun stands up to tower over you; his cock is straining against his sweats as he places careful hands on your waist, his chest heaving as he leans in to kiss you— you’re pulling him in desperately, hopelessly lost in the feeling of his plush lips and sharp teeth that dig into your flesh as Yeonjun begins to pick up the pace. 

You’re a mess at this point, unable to keep up with Taehyun as your mouth is left open, moans swallowed up by Taehyun as you let him kiss you senselessly, feeling Yeonjun still nibbling at your neck as you try to ignore the fact that you’re practically drooling at the way he’s fingering you, his palm rubbing against your clit as he brings you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

Nothing is piecing itself together in your mind at this point— Taehyun is panting against your mouth, and you realized that it’s because you’ve managed to slip a hand through his sweats, guided by him as you finally got a hold of his cock. You don’t remember doing such a thing, but your mind is nothing but a haze as you take in the way he’s continuously dripping precum from his head, your hand sticky as you feel him straining against the fabric of his boxers. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you manage to whine out, unsure of who you may be talking to as your mouth is swallowed up by Taehyun’s kiss again— your free hand reaches down to grip Yeonjun’s forearm, your hips stuttering against his movements as you feel your brain going fuzzy. You know it’s more than the alcohol at this point as you feel Taehyun pulling away from you, watching as you fall apart on Yeonjun’s fingers and cum for the second time tonight. 

Your hand has gone limp against Taehyun’s cock; it isn’t until you’re regaining your breath that you’re pulling your hand out from the confines of his sweats, staring at the sticky mess on your fingers before you lock eyes with Taehyun— he thinks he could come untouched as he watches the way your tongue begins to clean up the mess, circling the muscle around your delicate fingers until there’s nothing left. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking dirty,” Yeonjun sighs out, hips still rutting against you as his fingers have yet to leave your cunt; you might just start crying when you feel him beginning to stretch you out, scissoring you slowly as he grins at the wet sounds your pussy is making for him. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you find yourself whining, your back arching at the way Yeonjun continues to toy with you, the feeling agonizing as he begins to tease the tips of his fingers at your entrance, “want both of you.” 

“Both of us?” Taehyun laughs, finally speaking to you after being a bystander for so long, “Baby, I don’t think you could handle that.” 

“No, I can, I really can,” you cry out, tugging his sweater softly and pawing his chest as you begin to beg weakly, “wanna feel you both, I can take it.” 

Yeonjun and Taehyun are exchanging silent looks— they’re communicating, it seems, unsure of what to do as you continue to ramble on weakly, unable to get your eyes off of Taehyun’s cock that clearly strains against his sweats. It takes a second before they’re finally coming to a conclusion, your body erupting in shivers as they turn their attention back on you. 

“Can you really take it sweet thing?” Yeonjun is mumbling against your skin, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder as Taehyun goes to sit down beside you; you’re nodding, hazy and clumsy as you run your hands down Taehyun’s chest, sneaking under the hem before you’re tugging his shirt up and exposing his perfect muscles. 

It’s no secret Taehyun loved to work out— but seeing him here, tan skin and rippling muscles ready to be marked by your lips, made you so incredibly needy, enjoying the way he shivers as you run a curious hand over his abdomen and biceps. 

“Curious?” Taehyun asks, shifting so that he’s sitting back against the couch; he looks so attractive as he looks up at you, hair splayed out on the end armrest of the couch while his legs remain spread out like a tempting seat— you can’t help the way your face feels hot as he pulls you towards him, his strength easily allowing him to manhandle you into position as you’re straddling his lap, right above his cock as your sweater falls back over your chest messily. 

“So damn pretty,” Taehyun mutters, breathless as he stares up at your fucked out form; you could say the same thing about him, but you’d rather express it in your actions as you attempt to grind down against him, only for it to be stopped by his firm grip on your hips. 

“Don’t you wanna feel the real thing, pretty?” Taehyun grins, shifting around so he’s able to take off the rest of his clothes, left bare under you as watches you nod needily, feeling a whine escape you as you finally get to see his cock; for a second, you understand why Taehyun had been so doubtful of your ability, eyeing the sheer size and girth of him as you inevitably feel yourself clenching around nothing. His tip is leaking from the sight of you, red and throbbing as his mind begs nothing more than to be inside you and fuck you senseless. 

Instead, he waits for you to make a move, biting his lip as he watches the way your hand looks small as you wrap it around his shaft; he hisses as you slowly align him with your entrance, rubbing him against your slit as you whimper at the way your cum runs down his cock. 

“Jesus, you’re so…” Taehyun is unable to finish his thought as you’re sinking down on him, the hiss you two share at the feeling lethal as he feels the way your walls flutter around his cock uncontrollably. 

Tight. Warm. Wet. Taehyun’s mind is racing as he lets out a loud groan the moment you’re touching the base of his cock, eyes shutting as he tries to focus on not coming inside you immediately. You’re doing no better than him, whining uncontrollably as you grind on him softly, unable to help yourself as you take in the way he stretches you out so well. 

“Shit, I don’t think I’ll last if you keep squeezing me like this pretty girl,” Taehyun breathes out, a sweat forming on his forehead as his hair begins to stick to his skin. All you can do is whine in return, slowly picking up your hips before you’re slamming back down on him— you can’t help but be loud at the feeling, Taehyun sharing the same feelings as you as he lets out a choked moan; your pace is brutally slow as you begin adjusting to his size, the wet sounds of skin on skin and your pathetic sounds driving Taehyun mad as he does his best to thrust up into you in return.

“Cute little pussy is so loud,” Yeonjun says, emerging behind you as he wraps his arms around you, your legs tiring out as you’ve slowed down to nothing but a pathetic grind. His hands find their way under your sweater again before he’s pulling it off you, your pretty tits finally revealed to them as Yeonjun doesn’t waste a second to palm at them. 

“Want you,” you mutter, breathless as you lean back against Yeonjun’s chest, “want you right now.” 

“Oh baby, I don’t think you could handle that,” Yeonjun coos in your ear, pitying the way your eyes shine with needy tears as you shake your head in refusal, “you can barely handle Taehyun as it is.”

“N…no,  I can—!” Taehyun is teasing as he thrusts up into you, jolting your body as you cry out pitifully. You can’t seem to back down though, dead set on feeling both your roommates inside you at once as you reach behind to grab Yeonjun’s bulge, “please? Please please please, I can take it, I promise I can…” 

You know Yeonjun is only teasing you as he takes a moment to think, enjoying the way your clumsy hand attempts to palm him, much too distracted by the way Taehyun has begun to roll his hips up into you. Gently, he takes a hold of your face, turning you to look at him as he captures you in a slow kiss; you feel as though you’re being devoured when you can feel Yeonjun shifting behind you, finally pulling away before he’s smiling at you sweetly. 

You’re forced to face forward again as Yeonjun places firm hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward until you’re chest to chest with Taehyun; the new position has you whimpering softly, burying your face in Taehyun’s neck as you feel him rocking his hips up into you subtly. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” Yeonjun trails off, enjoying the way you flinch as he prods his tip at your already stuffed entrance, a long moan drawn out of you as he begins to push in.

The stretch is enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at Taehyun’s shoulders as he grunts at the feeling— both of your scratches and Yeonjun situating himself beside Taehyun. You’re incredibly tight as Yeonjun pushes forward, going inch by inch as he watches you intently for any signs of discomfort. He’s almost bottomed out when you squeeze the two of them, your grip like a vice as the two men let out loud moans, filling your ears like music and causing you to clench again. 

The pleasure is enough to make you dizzy as you slowly push yourself up on your hands, hovering over Taehyun who simply looks at you with hungry eyes. You can feel yourself going in for another kiss, only to crash down against Taehyun’s chest as Yeonjun thrusts the rest of himself in, his hips meeting yours as you yelp against Taehyun’s collarbones. 

Your whines and whimpers don’t seem to cease for a second as the two men begin to grind into you, shakily trying to push yourself up again before you find your strength failing you; it’s Taehyun who pushes you up gently, cupping your face with such tenderness that you can’t help the way you grow teary-eyed, overwhelmed with pleasure yet still wanting more as you allow Taehyun to direct you into a sweet kiss. 

It doesn’t take long before you grow lax against him, feeling Yeonjun slowly pull out before he’s beginning to thrust shallowly into you. Taehyun remains still all the while, his breathy moans and quiet groans of pleasure barely reaching your ears as you rock against his body, your clit being stimulated as you cry at the pleasure. 

“Look at you, barely able to handle it,” Yeonjun moans breathily, sneaking a hand between your and Taehyun’s bodies as he’s pressing against your stomach, able to feel the bulge that’s formed as both he and Taehyun groan, “are we too big for you baby?”

In a daze, you nod. You feel so full. So, so so full and stretched out as Yeonjun’s other hand goes on your hip, guiding you back into him as praises and filth exit his mouth in a continuous stream. You can’t help the way your pussy flutters with every word, his moans only riling you up more as you wish you could feel him more against you; your wish comes true as he hovers over you, his chest against your back as he slowly grinds into you, placing feather-like kisses along your shoulder blades as he drinks up your sounds of pleasure. 

Beneath you, Taehyun slowly begins to pull out; your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, your grip on him tightening for a second as he slowly thrusts back into you. The two men slowly begin to find their pace as you grow accustomed to them, your body relaxed and pliant as they fuck you dumb. 

“So perfect, so good,” Yeonjun pants behind you, shutting his eyes tight at the way it feels to be inside you, to be able to feel Taehyun’s cock rubbing against his as well, “god, such a good girl, looks like you really can take it.”

His praise is unrelenting as he watches the way your body rocks from the way they fuck you; there’s a white ring that’s beginning to form on his cock as his eyes fall down to your stretched hole, brows furrowing at the sight of you leaking uncontrollably, the liquid running all over Taehyun’s cock and onto the couch. The sight alone is enough to have him fucking into you rougher, taking both you and Taehyun by surprise as you weakly fall apart under him.

Taehyun isn’t able to kiss you anymore— there’s not a single thought in your mind as your mouth falls open, face screwing up in pleasure as you tuck your head into the crook of Taehyun’s neck, finding solace in the space as you absentmindedly begin to suck and bite marks onto his skin. The thought of seeing the aftermath of everything you did to him later has Taehyun thrusting up into you with more desperation, eager to hear you fall apart on them as you begin to babble about how good it all feels. 

“Yeah? Feels good? I know pretty, I know,” Taehyun coos, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing you flat against him as he kisses your shoulder. You’re practically being pushed around as Taehyun begins to shift under you, their movements ceasing as he begins to adjust his position, your tiny whines about not wanting them to stop being shushed by Taehyun as he tugs on your hair softly. 

“Be quiet baby, before you regret it,” Taehyun whispers in your ear, his heels digging into the sofa as you ignore him and continue to complain; as a result, he begins to thrust into you harshly, able to jackhammer into you as Yeonjun begins to do the same— it’s hard to go as fast as he wants to when you’re stuffed full, but Taehyun knows it’s enough by the way you grab onto him desperately, your mouth falling open as unabashed moans begin to fall from you. 

“Shit, our pretty girl,” Yeonjun groans, feeling himself twitch inside you as you blindly reach back to him, searching for his hand as he finally takes it; his fingers interlock with yours, pulling you back into him and Taehyun as he laughs at your pitiful state, “All ours. Won’t be able to get fucked again unless it’s by us.”

“We ruined you for anyone else,” Taehyun continues, reaching for your face as he’s forcing you to look at him; you’re unstable, a hand planted on his chest and the other holding onto his shoulder as you’re rocked back and forth by them, your face a mess as drool escapes the corner of your lips— you’ve been fucked absolutely stupid as you clench at their words, feeling your high approaching again as you feel hot tears escaping your eyes. 

“Holy shit Yeonjun, wish you could see this right now,” Taehyun laughs, slowing his pace down as he turns your face to look at Yeonjun; the said man only grins at you, cooing mockingly as he chases a stray tear away— he can’t help but be endeared at the way they pool at your eyes, running quickly down your cheeks and clinging onto your chin before they’re falling on your tits and Taehyun’s chest; you’re a complete mess as you choke back on a sob, head hanging at the way they keep fucking you throughout it. 

“We fucked her stupid,” Taehyun breathes out, bouncing you on him as he thrusts up harshly, listening to the way your cries pick up as you approach your orgasm. 

“Completely ruined,” Yeonjun breathes out, never thinking that he’d be able to see you like this. Laughing, he picks up his pace again, able to feel the way his cock begs for release as you clench down mercilessly against the two of them— you’re so close and they can feel it, your cunt a vice as you practically push them out with every clench of your walls. 

“You won’t fuck anyone else but us,” Yeonjun growls out, his hands turning possessive as his fingers dig into your hips, “ruined for everyone else but us. Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Clumsily, you nod, the action barely visible from how much your body is already rocking from his thrusts. But Yeonjun is still able to see it, feeling the way Taehyun picks up his pace as well as he chokes back a loud groan. 

“Say it. Say you’re ruined for us, that you’re all ours now.” 

“I— I’m—“ you’re barely able to get out a coherent word with how well you’re being fucked, your voice quivering pathetically as Taehyun cranes his neck to be able to suck on your pretty skin, biting onto your neck harshly and leaving bruises he’ll definitely be admiring later.

“Come on, we know you can do it pretty,” Taehyun encourages, his brows furrowed as he can feel his cock begin to twitch inside you, the feeling of Yeonjun’s tip brushing against his own making him sensitive as it becomes harder to keep his pace. 

“I’m yours!” You cry out, babbling uselessly as you feel like you’ll snap at any moment, “I’m yours, only yours— don’t want anyone else’s cock, you both fuck me so good, I’m only yours— all ruined—“ 

Your rambles are enough to set Yeonjun off, feeling him thrust into you harshly before he’s bottoming out, his chest pressed flush against your back as he rests his forehead between your shoulder blades; his moans are breathy and ticklish against your skin as you feel him filling you with his cum, an endless stream as his cock continues to spurt inside you ruthlessly. 

The action is enough to set you and Taehyun off like a chain reaction, feeling the band in your stomach snap before you’re practically seeing white, falling limp on top of Taehyun who quickly comes after you— he’s moaning loudly against the crown of your head as he bottoms out as well, still feeling Yeonjun coming inside you as he becomes next; you’re practically stuffed as their cum begins to leak out of you, your hole fluttering pathetically around them as they groan weakly at the action. 

“Shit…” you’re unsure of who it is that breathes that out, on the verge of blacking out as you try to regain your breath. You still feel as though none of it has settled in your mind yet, the tipsy feeling of the alcohol in your bloodstream rendering you entirely useless after being fucked into oblivion. 

You trust Yeonjun and Taehyun to be the ones to come back to their senses and clean up, but you’re unsure if that should be the case as you’re beginning to feel Taehyun’s breath even out under you— a weak smack on his chest is enough to startle him awake, barely conscious yourself as you try to pretend that Taehyun’s strong arms that wrap around your middle and Yeonjun’s kisses that span along your back isn’t enough to lull you to sleep. 

It definitely is. You have yet to feel either of them pull out of you yet, but all you can do is hope and pray that you won’t be having another spilled drink incident when you wake up again. 

As you said, nothing good came from nights like these. 

(At least, tomorrow will be the judge of that.)

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Fic Writing Review 2024

Thanks for the tag, @kiwiana-writes

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Words and Fics (fics written in 2024 only)

24,701 words published to ao3, which is a little less than half of last year’s total, but there was a lot of life happening this year that made writing difficult.

My writing tracker only lasted until April so I don’t honestly know how many words I’ve written, but I did work on several things that are still WIPs.

I’ve published in two fandoms: Schitt’s Creek and RWRB.

Most recent drop: you can call me, call me, any time, aka kinktober day 10, published in November lol.

Longest published fic: stronger than iron, stronger than steel at a whopping…3714 words lol.

Longest WIP remains indie band Patrick which is just over 29k

Top Fics by Kudos (fics written in 2024 only)

you can call me, call me, anytime [firstprince, E, 500 words]

head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered [firstprince, E, 1.1k]

bells will ring, the sun will shine [firstprince, E, 861 words]

love just leaves you bruised [david/patrick, T, 1.4k]

I don’t wanna play if I’m gonna lose (but I don’t wanna lose ‘cause I didn’t play) [firstprince, M, 1.4k]

Miscellaneous Data From My Unhinged Spreadsheet about 2024 fics

The fic with the highest percentage of private bookmarks is you can call me, call me, anytime which is a little surprising.

Out of 14 published fics, 11 were E, 1 was M and 2 were T, which is a very different distribution than usual, but that’s because 10 of the 14 fics were kinktober lol.

I wrote David/Patrick, Alex/Henry, and June/Nora. Also started a Stevie/Alexis kinktober fic that I have yet to finish.

1 title came from canon, 1 didn’t have a source, and the other twelve were from the following artists (1 each): The Bens, Mariah Carey, Billy Joel, Regina Spektor, the Neighbourhood, MUNA, Chapterhouse, The Dixie Cups, West Side Story, Noah Reid, Matt Nathanson, and Blondie.

Highest kudos to hits ratio is a long winter of indifference

I published 8 fics in October, 2 in November, and one each in January, February and March. Not publishing anything in April broke a 2.5 year streak of publishing at least one fic per month (October 2021-April 2024) and I had a lot of feelings about it.

My average fic length this year was 1,645 words.

Stats specifically about Kinktober

Ten total fics and 13,792 words published so far - hoping this updates before the end of the year.

Five were David/Patrick, 4 were Alex/Henry and 1 was June/Nora

3 were David POV, 2 were Patrick POV, 3 were Alex POV, and 1 each were Henry and June POV.

Longest was I feel dizzy, I feel sunny, I feel fizzy and funny and fine, because apparently I have a lot to say about Patrick in lingerie, which is very valid of me tbh.

Shortest was you can call me, call me, anytime, which was epistolary.

Most popular by hits was head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered. Least popular by both hits and kudos was I know it gets hard just to breathe sometimes (I’m never gonna forget your name) which was breathplay so that’s fair.

The Rest of 2024

I have an exchange fic to finish and also am really hoping to finally get the exes to lovers fic finished. Potentially other kinktober fics, and maybe if I’m really on a roll, either the black swan au or the pretty princess fic. We’ll see!

Tagging people who either may want to participate or maybe are just interested? Idk.

@hippolotamus @blackandwhiteandrose @rosedavid @ninzied @indestructibleheart

@mostlyinthemorning @filet-o-feelings @carolrain @tyfinn @jamilas-pen

@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lizzie-bennetdarcy @jettestar @thesleepyskipper

@ships-to-sail @beaiola @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @chelle-68 @missgeevious

@dinnfameron

[kiwiana-writes]

1, 13, 26 for the fic year in review!

1, How many fics have you worked on since January?

Including both published and currently unpublished fics, in 2024 I have added words to the documents for 74 fics for a total of 133,104 words (and we're not done yet!)

13. What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

Shortest: Steep my senses in forgetfulness, a The Pairing ficlet I wrote for someone else to record for a Voiceteam challenge, at a whopping 400 words.

Longest: Years of dreams just can't be wrong, currently clocking in at 13,330 words

Longest completed: Never want to live (or die) without you, my beloved Santa Clarita Diet AU, at 9,999 words because @rmd-writes and @indestructibleheart challenged me to keep it under 10k.

26. Did you create fanworks other than fic?

BOY FUCKING DID I

PODFICS:

Started the year off strong with a podfic of Going Platinum by @cricketnationrise

In the same recording session, I also recorded but if you could see us from a distance, you’d know i’ve always been so close to you by @anincompletelist because apparently throat health is for the weak

Then @voiceteam started! First off the docket was …But My Boyfriend Is by @clottedcreamfudge

kiss me like you love me by @getmehighonmagic

You're So Attractive; How Did That Happen by @sparklepocalypse

I Hear It (When I Look at You) by @affectionatelyrs

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat by @firenati0n which came with TWO versions, one lovely calm and edited podfic and one live read, mistakes and all, while I attempted (key word) to make tres leches for the first time. Perhaps unsurprisingly, everyone listened to the chaos version, and I respect that.

No Ordinary Friend by @cha-melodius - the fic and podfic which were, respectively, the second and fourth works in the fandom tag for The Pairing!

Through His Stomach by @frostingway for @aroyallybigbangrwrb

BOOKBINDS AND FANBINDS:

Re-cover of RWRB and One Last Stop

Re-cover of The Pairing

Fanbind of The Perils of Midsomer Residency by @clottedcreamfudge

Pop-up Peller Case box set for RWRB, OLS, and The Pairing

Fanbind (tête-bêche) of Kinda think that I might be his type by @kiwiana-writes and I really hope I can get him alone by @clottedcreamfudge

Fanbind of With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) by @kiwiana-writes

[2024 in review]

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Flickers of Loss [DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart x F!Reader]

you've seen Spawn vs Ascended, but have you heard of...

Continuation/Part 2 - No More Continuation/Part 3 - Shadows of Shar

Intended Audience: Mature [scroll the age requirement wheel until you come to a year where you can bypass the age check]

The Bit: You've been living trapped with Shadowheart in a Sharran cloister for longer than you can remember and it's all fine and dandy until a vision comes to you and tells you how and where to find the person who can help you escape. But when you open the door to their prison, who you find isn't who you expect.

Warnings/Advisories: Implied SA, emotional abuse, angst, no one dies but it's still super sad, not sure whether to tag this Selunite or Dark Justiciar if I'm honest, memory manipulation, I'm probably missing a tag or two, OH VIOLENCE THEY FIGHTIN almost forgot THE GIRLIES ARE FIGHTIN

NO EDITING WE FORGET AND DIE LIKE SHARRANS

Words, all the word (count): A whopping 4,262 baebeee

Creating a new viral bg3 fanfic idea in 3...2...1

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Tonight was the night. It was now or never, and you knew deep down that you couldn't keep living this way.

Even though every inch of your heart and body was trained and conditioned to simply lie here in her arms, enjoy the ache between your legs, and find peace in the soft breaths that blanketed your ear with warmth. Absentmindedly, you drew a shape with the very tips of your fingers along the smooth skin of her bare chest. Only to realize as you retraced the shape that it was a heart.

Life here wasn't perfect. Far from it, most of the time. Shadowheart was a firm teacher. All you knew of Shar and now, sex, you learned from her. At least, as far back as you could remember. There are odd gaps in your memory that left you confused and unsure. Shadowheart had assured you that it was for the best, as it was the Dark Lady's will, and you had almost become content with her answer, ready to believe it yourself. Loss is a gift, after all. You should be grateful to Lady Shar.

At least until you started having flickers of moments come back to you. Laughs, warmth, knelt in dirt tending to a... garden, you assumed, so many animals... and consistently in all of them. A silver haired... vision. Stolen kisses, snuggled on the couch in the evening. Flickers were all you would get of these little dreams. And that was enough to leave you desperately aching for more. Even as foggy and faint as they are, they feel so... warm. Brimming with such happiness.

You know you shouldn't want it. While they were indeed very nice, they didn't quite feel like they were influenced by the Nightsinger, and that by itself should have led you to confide in Shadowheart and let that be the end of it.

But you hadn't told Shadowheart. And you still didn't when a mysterious woman came to you from a blinding silver light, telling you when and where to take your chance at freedom. It required sneaking away from your place at her side, disobeying her strict schedule for you. No wandering the halls after she retires to your bedchamber for the evening.

Instead, you had remained steadfast at Shadowheart's side as she led the cloister and her followers. Dutiful and loyal every Nightfall ritual, every sermon, all of it. As you had been for longer than you can recall.

Your eyes fell to the wound on the back of your right hand. It would match hers, if yours didn't extend along your wrist. She's told you hers is directly linked to Lady Shar. But yours was bound to Shadowheart. It was... instrumental in your education. Not only in the searing, unbearable pain... This wasn't your first attempt to run. It was just the first in a long time. And every time, your wound would burn and ache and glow... and Shadowheart would be right there to drag you back.

She used it to keep tabs on you.

After the last time she chained you to the bed for what you estimated had to be a month, you gave up on what seemed to be pointless. Shadowheart has seldom had to inflict your wound since.

Her eyelids fluttered before peeling open, meeting yours right away. "Something the matter, my love?" Shadowheart murmured, voice thick with sleep. Her arm drew you closer to her body. This time it was her fingers swirling patterns on the small of your back, tangling your legs together.

You had to bite back a sound when you felt your naked body melt perfectly to fit hers under the covers. Moving your hand from her chest to brush through her long, dark hair, "no... well... not exactly." You start before remembering you're supposed to be trying to get out of this bedchamber.

Shadowheart smiled lazily, leaning to press a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Hmm... what is not exactly the matter, then? Secrecy won't aid us in getting back to sleep, I'm afraid." She mutters against your skin before pulling away and meeting your eyes.

"I'm not sure. My mind feels restless..." you answer, not lying. Just... not offering the reason for it.

Her green eyes study you awhile, judging your response. Then you feel her hand wander away from the small of your back... lower... "I see... Perhaps you are in need of another lesson on the subject of finer torments..." Leaning down for the crook of your neck, working her knee between your thighs.

"Can I take a walk? A short one?" You hurry out, knowing if she gets much further, your plan is ruined.

Like you just blasphemed against Lady Shar, Shadowheart recoils back up and glares at you. "You know better than to ask me that."

Intimidated as you may be, you hold your ground. "Just this one time, please, and I swear I'll behave. You know I will, haven't I proven myself?" pleading, even staring into her eyes, risky as it is considering how easily you get lost in them.

The intensity of her stare makes you question the passing of time until she finally breaks the spell with a deep exhale through her nostrils. "Fine. But I'm accompanying you." Slowly disentangling your limbs from hers. "Might as well get dressed properly while I'm at it, seeing as I'm leading the compliment at first light..." she grumbles, her hand reaching for the cover to pull it back and off her.

Goddess, how could you have forgotten? The planning for the visit to the Gauntlet of Shar had taken up so much of her time lately. It would take her substantially more time to get dressed than you, with her dawning her armor and plait her hair. Despite knowing now you only had a few hours, as she intended to take you, her beloved, with her, your hand settles over hers.

Shadowheart pauses and watches you expectantly as you lean slowly closer. All it takes is your lips to brush hers for her to take control. Her hand gets weaves in the hair at the back of your neck, her mouth crashes onto yours in a voracious kiss, as if she's savoring every moment. With a firmness you've come to anticipate, she captures your lip between her teeth, drawing out a soft groan, as you surrender to the intimate dance of her tongue. With a tender touch, she runs her tongue over the small, bleeding wound she created on your bottom lip before deepening the kiss, her tongue entering your mouth at a tantalizingly slow pace.

You realize almost too late how slick your thighs are, and she lets you pull away to your immense surprise, welcoming you back into her arms when you lean into her. Her hand, still playing with the hair behind your head, guides you to rest on her shoulder. Securing you against her with her arm. "You sure I can't tempt you into lingering in bed with me?" She whispers into your ear, and you sense the way she smiles down at you when shiver.

How badly you want to quickly collides with how badly you want freedom, it almost makes your head spin. But you manage to both shake no and clear your mind. In your experience, saying no to her only hurts. Only denies you pleasure she so freely blesses you with. She'll claim what she wants, regardless. Why fight when being subservient is so much easier? So you tense. You wait for the inevitable.

But it never comes.

"Alright. But you're going to give me a proper answer before we return to this room." Shadowheart sighs, kissing the side of your head as she gently guides you off of her. "You've been such a good girl for me, I'll tolerate these little games of yours for a bit longer. But don't test my patience... After all," she said, her eyes narrowing, "you know better than to tell me no," a coldness creeping into her tone. Taking your hand into hers and kissing the wound. Holding a steady, unwavering eye contact throughout.

With that, she flings the covers off the both of you and swings her legs over the side of the bed. "I'm going to draw a bath, if you'd like one as well." Shadowheart says, voice tense as she stretches her limbs.

Taking a moment to admire the curves of her body, you bite your lip. "I would actually like to pray if that's acceptable?" As you slowly sit up in your shared bed.

"Of course, my love. You're welcome to join me after you're done." She flashes you a small, almost proud smile over her shoulder before she walks away, disappearing through the door leading to the bathroom.

You wait awhile. A pang of trepidation washes over you as you slide out of bed and find your clothes. Quiet as you can, you dress yourself in simple black trousers and tunic before tying a dark robe around you and flicking the hood up. Intentionally not wearing shoes to minimize the sound of your feet in what will surely be the mostly empty halls of the cloister.

Before you allow yourself to hesitate, you open the door only enough to slip through the gap and hurry down the halls. Careful to check corners and listen for the sound of patrolling guards, but reminding yourself almost obsessively how little time you have before Shadowheart realizes you're missing. To the best of your recollection, you follow the instructions the mysterious woman gave you to find your chance at freedom. Relief trickling in when you spot the door, just as the woman described it.

Cautiously, you rest your hand against it before attempting to open it. Admittedly, a little surprised when you discover it's unlocked. Slowly creeping through the door and closing it behind you before you look around. It's not a big room.

But there is someone suspended on two floating, metal disc things, the rims of which glowing violet with Sharran runes, arms spread, shirt tattered and worn.

You recognize that silvery hair immediately.

"And here I was worrying you were bored of me." And you'd recognize that voice anywhere. You tense, an instant urge to run nearly carries you out of the room. But it's... not her. Even if it was, it was better to just accept the consequences and whatever punishment she dispenses than make it worse. "What? It's unlike you... or me, to be so quiet. The one thing we have in common... We love the sound of our own voice." She continues, slowly lifting her head to look at you.

And you freeze, your blood runs cold. Shadowheart...??

Those same green eyes, the same braid, the same scar... And silver hair. Just like you remember.

Remember...

"...Y/n...?" she asks slowly, quietly. Her blustering mere moments ago, now timid as a mouse. "Is that... really you this time? No illusions? No games?" You can hear the reluctant hope in her voice, afraid to let it take hold of her.

Slowly, you slide the hood off your head, her eyes visibly shining at the sight of you. "Gods above, it really is you... you got away..." she trails off and noticeably swallows.

Questions race through your mind. This is... Shadowheart. But not... her either. Not the one you know. "The mystery lady said I'd find freedom in here." You say slowly, cautiously. Idiot. What if this is one of your lovers' clever traps?

Her eyebrows knit together in her own confusion. "Mystery lady...?"

You shake your head in mild irritation. "We don't have a lot of time, but I had a dream. A lady in silver light told me to find this room, and I'd find freedom." Hurrying out, crossing your arms tight across your chest and looking away, "fuck, what am I thinking? I shouldn't be here..."

"No, listen to me, y/n! They were right, I can help you!" The silver Shadowheart rushes out, desperation, but... you can read it. It's not motivated by self preservation. It's different.

This is wrong. What's gotten into you? "No, she's going to be so disappointed in me... They both are! I've done so well, been so obedient and studious, and now my Shadowheart and Lady Shar are going to... to..." you trail off, turning your back, but not quite able to move toward the door either. "I don't even know who you are... some... doppelgänger of my mistress?" Muttering under your breath, but the words reverberate gently against the walls of the mostly empty room. Save one larger chest and a tall armoire or something against the wall.

"Y/n..." she calls out softly behind you, her voice trying to coax you to face her again. "Y/n, my love... please... help me down, and I'll help you."

"You... I'm not your—" The words coming out as a snarl as you give in if only to glare and sear your defiance of her into her eyes.

But when you meet hers, stained with stray tears, waves crash over you. Memory after memory...

A portal buried in the forest. It was disrupting your quiet life in the countryside, and Shadowheart had convinced you it had to be dealt with. So you both came temporarily came out of retirement and tracked the thing down.

You found it easily enough, and you both sat in the brush, her leaning on the Blood of Lathander with its light turned off as you watched the patrols. But before you could make any sort of move, a guiding bolt hit Shadowheart in the back so hard it sent her flying out of the brush and into the field. You had spun around, tried to block your assailant, and they snapped your bow in half like it was a twig.

The Sharran Shadowheart made you watch as she used her wound to torture the Silver Shadowheart to degrees neither of you knew were possible.

It didn't take long after her screams turned to anguished sobs and pleas to stop... for you to surrender and give them whatever they wanted.

What a surprise it was you. They spared your partner.

Sometime later, you can't tell, you heard a commotion in the halls of the cloister and you snuck out of the bedchamber to investigate, abandoning the piles of tomes and books left for you to study. Again, you saw the Sharran Shadowheart standing over the Silver Shadowheart in the main hall...

And again later, Sharran Shadowheart instructing you as you did... horrible things to her... over and over.

To your horror, it all made sense. Sure, there were still gaps here and there, but there was enough there to make sense of what's happened.

"There you are, lover, there you are..." Shadowheart breathed out in relief, apparently recognizing the look in your eyes. "Quick, find a way to get me down and we can workshop the rest."

With a single nod, you look around before coming to a stop just as soon as you began. Instinct guides your gaze to your right hand, hidden in the length of your robe sleeve. As you hold it in front of you, the wounds on your hand and wrist, etched in the distinct patterns of Sharran runes, start to emit a gentle, pulsating light. You turn your hand over once or twice, studying the odd glow. Usually when it glows, it causes pain...

Shaking your head clear, you shuffle toward the disc and wave your hand at it, causing the platform to fade away, dropping Shadowheart to the ground on her hands and knees. But she doesn't stay there long before scrambling toward you.

Her arms envelope you in a rib crushing hug, one that you tentatively return. , nowhere near as strong. She's familiar this way... and not at all like the Sharran. "I've waited far too long to hold you again..." Shadowheart murmurs, nuzzling her nose into the crook of your neck.

When she pulls away, her hands quickly clasp around your right, lifting it and brushing the sleeve of your robe out of the way. You watch her lip quiver and her eyes gloss over, her soft fingers brushing over the wounds on your hand. And you notice a lack of one on hers. "When she said she was curing my wound, sparing my parents... If I had known what that monster wearing my face meant..." She sighs, holding it between her hands almost protectively.

Shadowheart quickly presses a peck to the back of your hand before rushing away to the armoire. A silver light falls over the door, and not a moment too late, it shakes as someone attempts to open it from the other side.

Followed by loud bangs and shouts. "Unless we're planning on teleporting out of here, we're kinda fucked..." you try to jest, but your voice wavers even to your ears. The silver light cracks, visibly weakening the more the door quakes and shudders under the force.

"Something like that." She says back, and a glance reveals she's already halfway through fastening her armor to her body with impressive dexterity. You admire how it seems so similar to Dark Justiciar armor, excluding the removal of all Sharran symbology, almost purely silver in color with the cloth around the neck a dark grey. Shadowheart flung the chest open next and reached in, pulling the mace and shield. Striding to your side, not a second to spare.

When the silver light shattered and the door swung open, every instinct in you was to return to her side and apologize for... for what?

Her dark hair was fixed like she always wore it, similar to the silver Shadowheart. Already in her armor, she did say she was going to get dressed... and you were supposed to leave the cloister with her in a few hours. What you didn't expect was the spear in her hand. The gold decals reflected beautifully on the polished silver, the Sharran symbol boldly emblazoned on her chest, the purple cloth more familiar to you now.

You can still remember playing with it in your fingers when you hugged her yesterday.

"I'll behave," Sharran Shadowheart says with an edge of venom to her words, "You know I will. Haven't I proven myself?" She parrots your words to her earlier in bed. Her fury softens in her eyes, glancing away, tipping her head briefly to one side as if in a nod. "I'll admit, I'm a touch proud you've taken so well to our lessons together. I should have been more guarded against your deception."

Silver Shadowheart nudges you behind her, and the fury returns in full force. "But that doesn't mean your punishment will be any less severe. Now come to me, and I'll handle this... embarrassment."

"She's not going anywhere with you." Shadowheart spits protectively, holding her arm in front of you. "I won't let you touch a hair on her head." Her glare fixed straight at the Sharran.

Instead of meeting it, the Sharran's eyes find yours and glow a soft violet. You know it before you feel it. Your hand seizes up, burning agony sends you to your knees and unleashes a piercing cry into the room. "Now, pet." She demands, voice cold while you cradle your arm against you.

Before you can try crawling across the cold stone floor to her, Shadowheart swiftly moves, her boots scraping against the ground. "Flagra!" she shouts, her voice echoing through the chamber. A blinding bolt of guiding light fires off her outstretched hand, the air crackling with energy as it streaks towards the Sharran. With lightning reflexes, she dodges the bolt.

The clash of metal reverberates through the room as the two clerics engage each other, their weapons clanging together, creating a symphony of steel. "Y/n, the chest!" Shadowheart's voice cuts through the chaos, a command laced with urgency. Shadowheart's shield collides with the Sharran's spear, the impact reverberating through the room, sending vibrations through the ground beneath your palms. With a swift motion, Shadowheart swings her mace upwards, the metallic clang of the weapon connecting with the Sharran's chestplate resonating in your ears. The Sharran hisses in pain and retaliation, swinging her spear with a renewed ferocity.

Adrenaline surges through your veins as you witness the intense battle unfold. The room feels charged with energy; air crackling with anticipation. Still reeling from the pain, you stumble to your feet and reach the chest.

Shiny and sparkly, an amulet waits on the bottom. Just a smooth white disc, dotted with speckles of grey. A moon. The moment your fingers brush it, all nine hells break loose.

Your wound flares for starters, as if you've touched the most heinous thing in Sharran history, appearing with a loud boom and rush of air, a blue portal appears on the back wall and instinctively, the amulet in your hand, you swing your arm around.

Chains emerge from the floor, curling around the Sharran's legs first, then her hands. The spear clangs to the floor as she pulls and tears with strength you've seldom seen her need to muster. Wincing as the links in the chains give out several times before re-fixing to her limbs until they can pull her to her knees. "You insolent, pathetic...!" she growls loudly. Whether it's directed at you or Shadowheart, you don't think you want to know. The wound on your hand and wrist simmer and burn, the glow shifting from a purple to a red, then pulses with shades of violet.

Emerging from the portal, a silver-skinned man with glowing eyes that looks... also familiar. But your memory is still too tattered to recall him. "I see you succeeded at last, Shadowheart. And put an end to Shar's tampering with the threads of reality." He smiles and approaches the Sharran. Studying her a moment before looking at Shadowheart. "Well done. You may take our friend away from here and do whatever you wish. I will take it from here." As he slowly circles around your... former lover?

"I will get free. And when I do, I will shear your skin from your bones, then offer them to Lady Shar. You will watch as I break my pet all over again, purging the memory of you from her mind and fucking the rest from her skull." The Sharran fumes, her voice low, cold and menacing.

Shadowheart doesn't even flinch. If anything, she smirks. "If you could do all that without destroying us both, you would have already." She says simply, sheathing her mace and shield as red glowing sigils surround the Sharran in a wide circle where she kneels on the floor.

Gazing beyond her, she catches sight of you, practically cowering behind Shadowheart. "Don't worry. No matter where you go, the depths you flee to... Where she hides you, or the cloak she weaves around you... I will find you. And I'll spend every evening retraining you what it means to belong to me. That, I swear in the Nightsingers' name." Her words, spoken low, still echo in the relative silence of the room. Carrying the sharpened edge of a thinly veiled threat.

Or a promise.

As you cautiously emerge from behind Shadowheart, her arm instinctively reaches out to catch you before reluctantly releasing its grip allowing you to close some of the distance between you. Choosing instead to watch the Sharran with a piercing glare of her own.

She... your... lover watches you with a coldness. An invitation in her eyes, it's not too late to call on Lady Shar to restore this life with her. To return to Shadowhearts embrace.

"Let go, mistress," you intone, observing the briefest flicker of pain like you had driven a dagger through her chest, "embrace loss."

"As will you... When I raze that world in the Dark Lady's name." There's no hatred. No anger, no venom. Only tenderness, like a whispered sweet nothing. Like you're in her arms again, while she whispers scripture and proverbs in your ear.

Shadowhearts' hand rests on your shoulder. "She's spewing nonsense." She reassures, gently turning you away. "Let's go home... I'm sure Buttons will be eager to see us." Gracing you with a warm smile, her hand on the small of your back to guide you toward the portal. Only giving the silver-skinned man a nod.

You can't help but look back once, Her, kneeling on the floor, bound and chained and encircled by ominous red sigils... before her delicate touch nudges you over the threshold.

Warm, wet sensations wash over you, for how long you're not sure.

What you do know is you appear in front of a couch in a sizeable though quaint cottage. Animals startle, hiss and bark, scattering in all directions. Numbness, emptiness, the only feelings you know for a moment.

Then grief. Mourning. The shattering of your heart for too many reasons to hold on to and understand all at once.

You collapse to your knees, arms quickly encircling you, another body joins you on the wooden floor, warm arms holding you tighter as the first sob overtakes your whole body. Tighter still when they become louder. You can still recognize Shadowhearts' fingers in your hair in an effort to soothe you. Her words in your ear, promises of safety, of yours and her wellbeing, that it's over.

However long she holds you for, you're not sure. Through it all, you only feel one thing and deep down you know it's not true nor right....

Loss.

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A/N: GUYS I DID IT LAST DAMN MINUTE OH GAWD. HERES THE DARK JUSTICIAR FIC, I'M SORRY IF ITS AWFUL I LITERALLY ONLY STARTED WRITING IN LIKE YESTERDAY AFTERNOON (I had scrapped it and rewrote it from scratch around 5-6 times throughout the week)

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2024/06/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第10回目‼︎〜みんなのお父さん話と梅雨対策！横須賀ジブリ編その１〜

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Talk Garden Vol.10‼︎〜Stories About Your Father/Rainy Season Precautions! Yokosuka Ghibli Edition Part 1〜

Vol.#10 of Wakana's Talk Garden has been uploaded~😊We have successfully reached a big milestone, the 10 episode mark‼︎ It's all thanks to everyone who always listens and sends submissions…✨I am very grateful😊 I would like to continue posting my podcast at a leisurely pace, so please look forward to future episodes‼︎‼︎＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

One of the topics for this episode was "Measures against the rainy season". Here's my favourite umbrella which I talked about in the podcast☂️💕It's very cute. I want to use it a lot during the upcoming rainy season🙄Someone mentioned in their message that "the air pressure during the rainy season is tough." I feel the same. During this time of year, the air pressure and humidity are likely to make you lose your energy. Don't forget to stay hydrated and it's best to do some light exercises to get through the rainy season in good health! 🥺

And since it is also Father's Day, I wanted everyone submit "Stories about your father" as a second topic for the podcast. By the way, I had completely forgotten, but my father was really into magic 😅He liked to do magic tricks with cars ♧♤♡♢Here is his very own card set. He would always bring out playing cards and perform some tricks wherever he was. He would even do little performances in front of my friends 😂He never let me in on the mechanics behind his tricks but he was definitely really good. Now I really want to see my dad's magic again 😊One day when I get to see him again, I'll ask him to show me~💫

So, for the next episode of "Wakana's Talk Garden" on July 10th, there will be no specific talk topic. You are free to submit anything you want me to talk about or you want to ask me･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+ The deadline is June 30th!! Please send your submissions!! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／ Thank you so much to everyone who sent messages this time!!!

Now, I would like to talk some more about my trip to Yokosuka‼️⛱🏄🌊I already talked about it in my podcast so in this blog post I want to share some photos from the first big part of my trip when I visited the "Toshio Suzuki and Ghibli Exhibition" held at Yokosuka Museum of Art! (I'll post about my experience in Sarushima=Monkey Island in a few days!!) Speaking of Ghibli, some people were curious if I had gone to the Ghibli exhibition so yes, you finally have your answer😊 You are greeted by Chihiro at the entrance. My excitement skyrocketed right from the start😊The curtain leads to an exhibition of 8,800 books displayed in a huge bookshelf. Each book is believed to have influenced Suzuki in some way. Another source of inspiration is his collection of movies which contains a whopping 10,000 films. I was surprised at the number of movies, he must have absorbed so much information from all these works. I want to become a part of the Suzuki family. It's cut off, but at the top of the photo there is Teto's beautifully drawn paw. I also really liked the drawing at the bottom center signed with "Miya-SAN on the Cliff by the Sea". Then I I met Totoro and his friends surrounded by a starry sky♡ I should have taken this photo with an umbrella~😭Here I am looking up at The Bathhouse with Chihiro. While I was there, I imagined Haku getting mad at me and telling me to get back right away because I shouldn't have come! Next I got myself one of Yubaba's fortune telling slips. What an impact😂 You pull out a numbered tag from Yubaba's mouth and then take your fortune slip from the drawer according to the number. It looked like I was trying to floss Yubaba's teeth. I got a half-blessing related to tidying up and becoming clutter-free. Last but not least, I enjoyed the wide and open sky on the rooftop 😂

This time, I bought a file, a letter set, a keychain, and postcards at the souvenir shop 😊 I love the keychain of San's mask😍 I will send one of these postcards to everyone whose messages I've read during the podcast😊 ...And with that my Ghibli story comes to an end. Or not!! Actually, my Ghibli adventure isn't over yet😇 I still have a few Ghibli photos and stories left so I will post a Part 2 some time soon!! I also have a story about a crazy stamp rally that felt like a sports competition😂

All right, I'll leave it at that for today!! Until next time~☆( '▽')/

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Wakana’s Talk Garden #10

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・Stories about your father ・Measures against the rainy season

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on July 10th, the following topic has been chosen:

・Anything you'd like to ask Wakana/Anything you'd like Wakana to talk about

The submission deadline is 06/30.

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Avatar's hottest woman tournament

Round 1 summary

Suki defeats everyons's favourite deadbeat mom, Ursa, with 72.1% of the votes!

Proving that the people prefer bad bitches over good girls, Kuvira defeats Kuruk's dearly depated sweetheart, Ummi, with 85.1% of the votes

Grabbable waist tournament champion, Lin Beifong proves to be hotter than even the combustion bender P'Li, by nearly 85% of the votes. Fans threaten riots if she doesn't win the competition. I am scared.

In a round that had many voters in a crisis, good girl with a femme fatale face Asami Sato blows past Stacy's Opal's mom, Suyin Beifong with 75% of the votes

Rangi cements herself as the hotter Avatar lover, leaving Ta Min in the dust after garnering a whopping 89.1%

Though her mother may not be passing to round 2, Opal Beifong certainly will be, after ripping First Lady Buttercup Raiko to shreds with 86.4% of the votes

Firelord Izumi may be named after a fountani, but it was Master Waterbender Katara who made our voters squirt this round, as she wins qith nearly 80% of the votes. [I am so sorry I have no idea what came over me this bullet point]

Through the power of milfness, Yasuko Sato blows past Avatar Yangchen herself, with a respectable 63.7%

Sweet mommy Senna lambasts her husband's niece, Eska, charming her way into 72.1% of the votes

Avatar Kyoshi proves herself the superior boulder tossing babe as she takes Chief Toph Beifong to court , winning with 78.9%

Sadly, it seems Kya shall not be joining her husband Hakoda in Avatar hottie stardom as Avatar Korra takes the round by storm with 80.2% of the votes. Shame on you for once again seperating this lovely couple.

In the closest round by far, Zhu Li pushes past Pema with 57.7%, despite @airteacher's cashing in 20 votes for the latter. [I'm sorry man, if it makes you feel better I voted for ur wife]

Silver vixen Kya II absolutely OBLITERATES Poppy Beifong with a glorious 91% of the votes, gaining the highest percentage of votes this round

Mover star and certified bombshell Ginger slays CIA Dai Li puppet Joo Dee with 87% of the votes

Goth gf June whips past certified milf Naoki with almost 85%

Hei Ran proves herself worthy of being in this competition, and me a fool for forgetting her the first time, by defeating Ming-Hua with 74% of the votes

And so, 16 contestants pass to Round 2. Ready your voting fingers, friends of all nations, for round 2 begins now.

Also. A friendly reminder that if you want your propaganda to be included in the next round, you should submit it this round. You can either tag me or reblog your chosen contestant's poll with it. Good voting!

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ao3 stats tag game

Thanks for the tag @ncc1701ohno!

Rules: go to your AO3 account and find the following stats.

What ratings do you write most of your fics under? Explicit!

What are your top three fandoms? Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series, and Mystery Science Theater 3000

What is the top character you write about? Spock with a whopping 45 appearances out of 82 fics.

What are your top three pairings? Kirk/Spock, McCoy/Spock, and Mike Nelson/Joel Robinson (this one shocked me, I forgot how much I wrote for mst3k).

What are the top three additional tags? Smut, established relationship, and oral sex

Does any of this surprise you? I continue to forget how much I had produced in such a short amount of time for mst3k!

Tagging: @thetimetostrikeislater @mrpuppett @ladywaffles

[potatoesandsunshine]

TAG GAME

tagged by @jadeandquartzes ty jade!! this was super fun

Rules: Go to your (current/main) AO3 account and find the following:

What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

T is the winner by far! the breakdown is 102 fics rated T, 29 fics rated G, and 4 rated M. this makes a lot of sense, since i feel like i usually aim for fairly T subject matter and writing style. i don’t have the chops to write gore, and the ‘work my way up to writing smut’ road is a long one. but i’ll climb that mountain one of these days. i’m practicing. so far it’s pretty easy to write really really bad sex scenes and extremely hard to write ones that i think are halfway decent.

What are your top three fandoms?

Critical Role is the biggest by far (82 fics, wowza), followed by D20 at 27 and Fallout: New Vegas at a whopping 5. but when i tell you those 5 fics mean more to me than the preceding 109....... it is true. (i’m not counting tlovm as a separate fandom, because i tag all the tlovm stuff as CR as like the umbrella it’s under)

What is the top character you write about?

this is a really interesting question, because it shows how kind of... not concentrated on one character i am? Pike is my top character, but she’s not in all hundred CR works, just 18 of them. i like to write about lots of characters i guess. (weirdly i thought the answer would be beau since i was so obsessed with her in the C2 era, but she’s like... ninth highest)

What are your top three pairings?

the top 3 pairings are: Rose of Sharon Cassidy/Female Courier (NEW VEGAS BABEYYYYY), Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot, and Fjord/Caleb Widogast. fjord/caleb being that high is wild actually. i think it’s because i write a lot of friendship stuff? anyway there’s no excuse for only one of these pairings being f/f. i’m sorry women i will be better

What are the top three additional tags?

Angst, Light Angst, Fluff. and i promise you angst and light angst are distinct from each other. i know it when i write it. more indicative of my writing is probably the next 3: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friendship, Post-Canon. i love going down the ‘what if this had happened?’ rabbit hole or the ‘what happens after the camera’s cut?’ winding lane.

Does any of this surprise you?

you know... yeah it does? i always forget how much D20 fic i’ve written, because i’m pretty out of the loop of it now and MUCH of it was like 2020-2021 which are years i have mostly forgotten because of All Of That. sometimes i forget that i wrote more than like... 2 fics for acoc and that’s it. i truly just remember inventing plumbeline/annabelle and then the absurd calroy/donetta/ciabatta threesome unless i really think about it.

going through my works is fun because i’m a big rereader of my own stuff, but it also reminds me just how many ideas i wanna write in the future :) also it’s crazy that i only have 4 dragon age fics spread across all three games when i think about how much of my brain is taken up by that franchise. there are 9 dragon age documents in the WIP folder and three more just paper outlines in various notebooks. i’m insane about it right now. and they need me in there.

ty again!!! this was a really fun one :) as always, anyone is welcome to do it and say i tagged them :P

[pucksandpower]

hi natalia! i hope life has been treating you well and that you're doing amazing. i wanted to say, i love your account so very much! everytime i go through the f1 tags on here i'm alway searching for your username among the fics and safe to say is you have never ever disappointed me. when i first got into the fandom you were definitely one of the blogs that really hooked me in. oh girl you don't know how ecstatic i was going through your masterlist, i literally felt like i was camping in that one post going through everything in one night. still, even now i love going back and reading it again because that little spark of joy i feel clicking the links to every au is the reason i love to be on tumblr!

you never fail to deliver an insanely good level of world building like this is kind of surreal to me, because you give us such a fresh and wonderfully blissful take on social media au's. it's super cool to see you explore all types of medias like articles, blogs, twitter, instagram, youtube videos—i feel like you've used EVERYTHING girl. all your posts are sooo long and idt people realize how much work you have to put in to make a cohesive story like that?? + using all sorts of outlets ur an actual beast at this wow. and it's not just the way you deliver it, it's also all the ideas that you have. i'm a huge sucker for the deep lore ones that are like the ones involving racing teams and stuff. it's so great to see your takes on real time events and how it could've been if this or that happens. the readers are also of so much variety, i hope you keep doing that bc it adds a lot of potential and spice into the story. royal au is also sooo good! your account to me is basically girlhood personified. i'm always so immersed in it that i forget i'm reading an au... that really shows your effort in the work you put out. i can tell the time you spent crafting these pieces i mean WHO goes this far and wide if not pucksandpower?? ur the backbone of my mental health i would've gone in the trenches if it weren't for you... that's my mother ya'll. there is not one fic of yours that does not have me at the toes of my feet, all giddy to click the "keep reading" button. i wish for you to know that i, and i'm sure many others who follow you, really appreciate all the work you put in! i'm lowkey like suspicious with how real and professional some of the articles you make are bc how is that not something that would come out of an actual blog? 😭

AND OHHHMYGOOOD you are doing god's work for feeding my delusions on giving charles leclerc the team that he deserves. seeing the newey reader fic, that was when i knew you were ON to something like this girl is special she's doing all the research.. babe you could be the new damn chief tech officer if you wanted to i mean. you are operating in levels that we can't even comprehend?? one step ahead in everything. when i read your cl stuff in my heart i'm rooting for this man so bad and like if this isn't happening irl at least pucksandpower got my back like... you know what they say about delusions=manifestations so if we keep this up yall i believe it can be real trust me i've seen it in my head....

i'm sure there's a lot more that i want to say but anyways, i'm really glad that i ever found your blog and i look forward to future works you're gonna put out! cheering for you always and please take care of yourself, xx ❤️

Hi, my love! Thank you so much. I totally teared up reading this and I am not the slightest bit ashamed to admit it. Every single thing I post is crafted with love — I do it because I love working on them and because I love being able to make my fellow fans happy through my work. There truly is no more rewarding feeling. I have posted a whopping 119 fics/imagines/AUs on here and typing that number out really made me realize how crazy that is and how far I have come since I started this blog back in November

I can’t lie, sometimes the research and time I put into each of my works can feel overwhelming at first but I am always proud of the end product and especially happy to share it with you all. Some are lighthearted fun and I can have them completed in a few hours while others run deeper and can take me days upon days to finish. I truly want to build a mini immersive world through each of my AUs and I am so happy that you have been able to get that experience through them

Also I like to say that delusions make the world go round (and help keep us sports fans semi-sane) so I am more than happy to contribute on that end

Thank you again because your words mean so much to me! I can’t wait to share more work with you. Have an amazing day 🫶

[doctorcurdlejr]

Okay reviewing my top 10 from 2023

1. 39,674 notes - Aug 12 2023 I can be normal about things. Don't look at my blog.

I have no fucking recollection of what prompted this post but according to the posts I made promptly after this it was NOT about Gerard Way OR Riverdale, but a secret third thing.... (Paramore Thick Skull). Knowing this makes me feel like I have a little secret everybody in the tags is wrong about so 6/10

2. 11,970 notes - Aug 14 2023

4/10. I like that it's about Riverdale (intrinsic good) but I accidentally molly whopped the hive of annoying people who hate Riverdale. Read Archie Horror and Grow Up.

3. 10,980 notes - Nov 29 2023 2023 LOVE WRAPPED you briefly fell in love with 100 strangers in passing this year Top 5% of lovers

6/10. I love love. Also this wasn't about Hozier but I love Hozier so I'll accept it

4. 10,331 notes - Nov 2 2023 sometimes I get sad when I think about all the people who are missing out on the pleasures of life only because they've decided...

8/10. Not at all my usual type of posting but Please Love Being Alive And Having Fun It's Really Awesome

5. 7,638 notes - Aug 24 2023

10/10. DID YOU KNOW I CRIED REAL ACTUAL TEARS THIS NIGHT I LOVE RIVERDALE YOU SOARED HIGHER THAN THE SUN

6. 5,038 notes - May 14 2023 best American fast food chain? Whataburger In N Out Cook Out Five Guys White Castle Steak 'n Shake Shake Shack The Chains...

4/10. It's like none of you want to eat at my highly regional fast food chain called Cook Out... what's up with that? Sorry to the Midwest for forgetting CULVER'S I don't live close to one and frankly I thought it was a custard place more than a burger place. Listening and learning

7. 3,975 notes - Aug 24 2023

10/10. FEATURING RIVER AS DALE

8. 3,257 notes - Jul 18 2023

8/10. SOOOO true scan from my copy of dykes to watch out for that I had hidden under my mattress for a day because I thought it was a funny reference to a post I made about Betty Cooper

9. 3,077 notes - Aug 23 2023 tonight they're euthanizing my beautiful wife for her visions of a bisexual world. her name is Riverdale. please keep her in...

9/10. Riverdale post but it's about how my beautiful wife is now DEAD which personally not a fan of. I did make this post on the clock at my job where I did 0 work because I was so stressed about Riverdale ending I just had Tumblr open instead and had what amounted to a public breakdown online (not really but You Know What I Mean) but I was typing so much everybody thought I was doing so much work

10. 2,982 notes - Nov 11 2023

10/10. Ayo you are like a cherry on my milkshake

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[pokepollsters]

Best Pokémon Gym Leader Tournament- Stats Breakdown!

After a long two and a half months of voting, the tournament is over and I have some data to share!

A quick note- none of these stats include the preliminary round, which had its own post here!

Click the read more for the full stats- it's gonna be a long one.

Across the whole tournament, 13,981 votes were cast over 32 different matches. That's an average of 437 votes per match!

For individual Gym Leaders, let's first look at total votes (alongside average votes per match- and position based on average).

Elesa- 1723 (345 average- 1st)

Larry- 1404 (281 average- 3rd)

Piers- 1326 (265 average- 4th)

Allister- 1251 (250 average- 6th)

Roxie- 659 (220 average- 10th)

Flannery- 628 (209 average- 12th)

Misty- 588 (196 average- 15th)

Erika- 568 (189 average- 16th)

Nessa- 488 (244 average- 7th)

Cheren- 472 (236 average- 8th)

Grusha- 454 (227 average- 9th)

Ryme- 435 (218 average- 11th)

Valerie- 413 (207 average- 13th)

Roxanne- 410 (205 average- 14th)

Brassius- 328 (164 average- 20th)

Jasmine- 318 (159 average- 21st)

Skyla- 304 (304 average- 2nd)

Wallace- 261 (261 average- 5th)

Gardenia- 176 (176 average- 17th)

Volkner and Fantine- 172 (172 average- 18th)

Clair- 171 (171 average- 19th)

Olympia- 147 (147 average- 22nd)

Kabu- 141 (141 average- 23rd)

Clemont- 137 (137 average- 24th)

Blue- 135 (135 average- 25th)

Sabrina- 129 (129 average- 26th)

Morty- 120 (120 average- 27th)

Falkner- 116 (116 average- 28th)

Korrina- 113 (113 average- 29th)

Tate & Liza- 112 (112 average- 30th)

Candice- 110 (110 average- 31st)

Then we can look at the rankings based on average % across each match.

Elesa- 61.6%

Grusha- 57.1%

Piers- 57%

Larry- 56.8%

Allister- 56.5%

Roxie- 56.1%

Ryme- 55.3%

Flannery- 54%

Roxanne- 51.2%

Erika and Skyla- 49.8%

Misty and Gardenia- 49.3%

Nessa and Fantina- 48%

Cheren- 47.3%

Wallace- 47%

Clair- 46.2%

Valerie- 44.3%

Jasmine- 44%

Brassius- 42.8%

Blue- 42.6%

Volkner- 42.4%

Sabrina- 39.8%

Kabu- 37.9%

Olympia- 36.2%

Clemont- 36%

Falkner- 35.8%

Korrina- 32.2%

Morty and Tate & Liza- 30.8%

Candice- 28.9%

So while there is some variation, when it comes to the top spot, Elesa absolutely earned it by every metric!

Let's look at some stats for individual matches next.

The match with the most votes was Round 4: Match 2 (Elesa vs Piers)! It was a very tight race, and as I mentioned at the time, the most passionate that the tags have ever gotten on this blog! And just like with the Type Tournament- the finals was the second most popular poll with 693 votes.

On the flipside, the least voted on match was Round 1: Match 15 (Misty vs Blue). Clearly the Kanto fans didn't find that particular poll!

What about margins? Well the biggest percentage margin was a whopping 42.2% in Round 1: Match 12 (Grusha vs Candice) which translated to a 161 vote difference. On the other hand, I will never forget the wild ride that was Round 1: Match 6! It was a margin of just 0.4%, or only 2 votes!

The most votes earned in a single match was when Elesa won 401 votes in Round 2: Match 7 (Elesa vs Valerie)- the least was Candice's tiny 110 votes in the aforementioned Round 1: Match 12.

Finally- let's see how the regions stacked up. Who's contestants did best as a whole? These are the regional totals (and percentage of all votes cast).

Galar- 22.9% (3206 votes)

Unova- 22.6% (3157 votes)

Paldea- 18.8% (2622 votes)

Kanto- 10.2% (1420 votes)

Hoenn- 10.1% (1411 votes)

Kalos- 5.8% (810 votes)

Johto- 5.2% (725 votes)

Sinnoh- 4.5% (630 votes)

Or in chart form:

Galar may not have taken home gold, but its leaders collectively won more votes than any other region, and that's a victory in and of itself. Poor Sinnoh on the other hand, is stuck at the bottom.

And that's everything I wanted to share about the Best Pokémon Gym Leader Tournament! It's been such a long journey it feels so surreal that it's over, but thank you for making this possible with your votes. Stay tuned for more polls and info on coming tournaments in the next few days.

[thehandmademamallc]

Now that it's been a few days and I've wound down, it's time to talk about the Festival I wad a vendor at!

This whole experience was all about learning. I didn't go into this event thinking I was going to sell everything, and I didn't. In fact I sold a whopping 6 items! Which was fantastic! It was so rewarding getting to see my items go home with new people! Loved it.

As for the learning bits. Always have business cards! Seriously, I forgot mine at home! Of all things to forget. Mind you the wind would have blown them away off the table, but I still should have had them.

Secondly, tag items prior to the event. I thought for sure I would have time to do this at the event, but I didn't. By the time I got set up I was over doing anything but sitting! I should have known better.

Third, make sure to get the proper table cloths! I should have splurged on the Amazon table cloths that attach to the legs of the table! With the wind blowing, the ones I had were pointless. More of a hindrance than a help.

Welp that's it for me today! All in all I had a blast at the festival, and it was worth everything!

Dinosaur Pattern by lovelycraft

Yarn: Juicy Couture

[yanderemeganekko]

Tag game thing because why not

Oh man, I think this is like, my whopping third or fourth original post made this year. I sometimes forget my presence here is noted by anyone because of how little I post haha- so thanks for @houkagokappa for tagging me :)

Tag 9 an amount of people you'd like to get to know better

3 ships: Gosh, the only thing I've properly shipped in the last good while has been OCs I've been making in a friend group with my boyfriend, so I have to dig pretty hard for this one. The latest one that pops to mind would probably be KazuScara. Maybe also Neuvillette/Wriothesley? I don't even know their ship names yet but it's been growing on me. And for good measure I gotta throw in KilluGon as a good oldie, that one is always gonna own my heart.

First ship ever: Sora/Riku, no joke. If I had any ships from before then I have no idea, since KH was one of the first things I got into when I got online as a wee 9(?)-year-old... would you believe me if I told you I never finished the game LOL (I promise I will someday).

Last song: Animal by Deco*27. I was working on a project earlier and wanted something lighthearted to listen to.

Last movie: I'm so terrible about watching movies, this one might actually be the first Spiderverse movie from last year. I meant to go watch a bunch of movies this summer, but then life happened, so...

Currently reading: Manga-wise, Hikaru ga shinda natsu, which I've been enjoying a ton. I've also tried to get into reading books again (with pretty middling results), so I got myself a collection of Holmes stories, and a Lovecraft collection, both which I've started.

Currently watching: Finally watching Ancient Magus Bride with some friends! I just haven't felt an itch for seasonal anime, or anime in general lately, although we did recently finish Psycho Pass with my boyfriend (I've already seen it, I just needed to show him because I knew he would enjoy it).

Currently consuming: Media, or food? If it's food, currently nothing, although I did make a (pretty wet) blueberry pie and gingerbread cookies for independence day.

Currently craving: Time with family, and a home-cooked meal made by someone else. Due to some pretty grim circumstance I'm not spending today with my family, and it's unlikely that will be the case for end-of-the-year holidays either. I've been really jealous of seeing everyone my age and even older get to be with their parents, especially since mine are all I have, family-wise... but I can't blame my misfortune on others, so I just try to make do and enjoy my time with friends.

I can't think of terribly many mutuals of mine (sorry if I forgot about you, I promise it's not you it's me) but off the top of my head, I'll just tag @spoofenshmirtz, @komaeeda and @lonery-w.

[agentianlegend]

20 Q's for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @summerssixecho! I enjoyed revisiting my work a bit for this one :)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

9 (17 over on FFn)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

243,275

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Danny Phantom (it’s what got me into writing fanfiction to begin with; in fact, even as an 11-year-old I was writing my own Danny Phantom episodes when it was first coming out), but I also write for DC (either DP crossover or standalone) and Miraculous Ladybug that one time. I have been t e m p t e d to write more ML as well as dabble in a few others, like maybe Ted Lasso or Scooby Doo (couldn’t be more random, I know), but that hasn’t come to be yet. Let's also not forget the DP x The Office au that @tytach and @arken-99 and I were messing around with a while back 😂 I'm still tempted to go somewhere with that. (Tytach did.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

5) Intervention at 657 kudos - DP - Danny comes home after curfew one final time, and his dad is waiting for him. We give Jack Fenton credit in this house/fic.

4) Beast Within at 910 kudos - DP x DC/Young Justice - Garfield Logan has just lost his mom and is struggling to get his newly developed shapeshifting powers under control. The team calls in Danny for help.

3) Fire with Fire - 956 kudos - DP x MCU Spider-Man - After the Fentons temporarily relocate to Queens for a contract with Stark Technologies, Danny and Peter find themselves embroiled in a conspiracy bringing malicious wraiths to New York City.

2) A Vigilante, a Different Vigilante’s Sister and a Villain Walk Into a Bar - 1,811 kudos - DP x DC - Jazz Fenton and Jason Todd attempt to date amidst unpredictable rogues needing therapy and nosy family members needing gossip fodder. This getting 2nd place is a surprise since it's my newest fic...

1) Recognized - a whopping 3,561 kudos - DP x DC/YJ - After Danny accidentally gets zeta tube access using Robin’s credentials/DNA, the two boys try to find out what happened years ago while unraveling a web of past and present secrets.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely ALWAYS, and if it’s taking me a bit to reply, just know that I’m going through it irl and I’ll get to responding to everyone ASAP. I love hearing what you guys think of my work and what in particular you’re reacting to/enjoying, so whether it’s fanboying over scenes together or explaining details you might’ve missed or just don’t quite get, I always take the time to show my gratitude for you taking a moment to share your thoughts. :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pretty much none of them, to be honest? I always like to try to end on a hopeful note, if not an outright happy one, because I need hope for my own struggles lol. The only candidate I can think of would be The Theorists, but even that’s not an angsty finish. My older oneshot Taking The World by Thunder might count since Lance Thunder doesn't get a happy ending, but it's pretty much a crack fic so I still wouldn't call it angst lol

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

Gosh, this is also a hard one because most of them are sort of open-ended and hopeful. I would probably nominate Night One because I love Wally and Connor’s bonding. It gives me the warm fuzzies. I also think Intervention qualifies since it's a wholesome reveal to the Fenton parents instead of the typical catastrophe (I mean, look at the reveal in Recognized, y'all).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only every once in a while, and it’s not really hate but more…closed-minded rejection of the fic’s idea. Like on Recognized I’ll occasionally get something along the lines of “this whole thing is confusing and over-complicated” (literally the point) or “this wouldn’t happen” (you’re reading a fic that literally takes place in a world of ghosts and aliens and people with superpowers). Only a couple times someone’s said “this is stupid” and I’m like, if I don’t like someone’s fic, I just move on and let them be because it’s what they wanted to write. Have these people never heard “you do you”?

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

HA. I can barely even write flirting.

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

Often, usually for DP x DC. The craziest was probably The Theorists because it features almost entirely side characters and their “conspiracy theories” about the main cast. It also wove into the Recognized storyline in the end.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of. Let me know if you find my work anywhere lol I only ever post on my main accounts: agentianlegend on tumblr and AO3 and hiimian over on FFn.

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

Nope but I’m open to it

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

I’m not big on ships, to be honest. Though I enjoy Jason Todd x Jazz Fenton, and OH in the middle of writing this I remembered other fandoms exist lol. Marichat from ML because they’re both their most relaxed selves. Adrienette is a very close runner-up. 

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

I’ve never published it or shared with anyone, but the first modern fic I wrote was a DP x Teen Titans crossover where Jack and Danny move to Jump City after tragedy takes Maddie and Jazz. Danny wants to lay low and not be a hero as he deals with the loss, but Slade has other ideas. I wrote quite a bit for it, but I don’t know if I’ll finish. It was heavily angsty when I was going through some stuff and needed catharsis. I still have it almost entirely outlined, so theoretically I could finish it. But, I don’t know. Inspired by Into the Dark by InkyIris btw (apparently a rewrite and cross-publishing is in progress on AO3!), one of the OG fics that got me involved back in the fandom.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization, and action scene choreography. Or so I’ve been told lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing out scenes when I don’t love the scene as it is. The efficiency side of my brain doesn’t want to waste the energy when I know I’m going to pretty much throw it out and rewrite entirely later on. Also, romance.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Danny Phantom, even before I started publishing. (See the aforementioned episodes I wrote when I was 11.)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

If not Recognized, I would probably say Night One. It’s a quiet fic, and I love those intimate moments when these larger-than-life characters have some hurt/comfort and bonding moments.

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Well I already mentioned you guys earlier but I'm tagging @tytach and @arken-99 as well as @the-outcast-ed, @tourettesdog and @dp-marvel94!