#Backdated post in my drafts

[flying-paupers]

Guys, ik the rwrb movie glossed over some things in the book and made a few changes. But it's actually still really cute and it's queer rep. And tbh I'll take what I can get at this point.

The number of people who have told me to label myself or not accepted my label or lack of. It's annoying and ignorant and hurtful.

I don't need queer representation with hardships and things. I'd like some cutesy mindless gay fluff. And that's completely okay, good even. I'm not here for the plot.

And I like being told that the B in LGBTQ isn't silent. Some people need reminding.

[taekooktimeline]

Hello 👋🏽

I’ve completed uploading episodes 1-4 of “are you sure” 🥳It goes without saying, but this is a Taekook focused blog so all of these posts, just like all my other posts, highlight Taekook and their bond (or in some instances, my posts archive important pieces of information so others can’t distort facts).

I wanted to upload episode 3 as one post, and episode 4 as one post, but Tumblr wouldn’t let that happen due to their sizes. When I shrank photos to make each episode one post, text and images became blurred and my OCD couldn’t stand it. I hate that they each have 2 posts, but I preferred it to the alternative of unreadable pieces.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever gone in depth about the uploading process? It’s quite an undertaking for long pieces. I first draft the posts in Google docs. This can take days as I rewatch things, chat with friends and gather what people have noticed from my timeline. One episode can take 3-4 hours to watch, as I draft as I go and then go back through and fill in further, then tighten it all up.

After this, I upload the draft into Word Press. It’s not straightforward anymore. When I copy and paste the draft into WP, only the text follows. I have to then go back to Google docs and copy / paste the pictures one by one, and then add the timestamps and hyperlinks under these pictures.

Once that’s done, I convert the post into HTML code. I can’t simply hit “select all.” I have to drag my finger down the entire post and carefully hit copy, or else I erase the whole post (which has happened). I then copy / paste the HTML code into my email and email it to myself.

From there, I copy / paste the code and upload it into Tumblr. Tumblr won’t let me post more than 30 photos a post now, sadly, which means splitting posts up. I have to read the HTML code and decide where to break things up.

I upload the post, then reblog it to its respective year, so you can read the post in the “main” timeline, but also in chronological order in the year it happened. When it’s reblogged to its year of occurrence, I have to scroll to events that happened around that date to determine what backdate to make that piece, so it lands in the correct spot of the timeline.

Uploading these posts took me all morning. Factoring in drafting, I spent at least 2-2.5 days on these episodes.

I’m not sure why I felt like sharing that today, except that I wanted to really take a moment and sincerely thank anyone who stops by to read my blog and let you know it’s so appreciated. Even if no one read this blog, I archive Taekook’s moments as one way of supporting them. I really enjoy preserving their moments - we have so many! - and looking back fondly.

So I’d do it no matter if no one read this, but knowing people do read this blog and treasure it as much as I do means so much to me. I’m thankful for the friendships formed, the people I’ve been able to talk to and some I’ve been fortunate to meet in real life, and it’s all thanks to this blog.

Not only that, my anxiety gets the best of me. I greatly admire those who tweet on Twitter, or post on Instagram, without giving much thought. I can’t do it. I wish I could. I will sit on posts, get anxious, bail out of posting, or post then mute because I’m so tense. I’m not sure why that is. Sometimes I wish my accounts were smaller so I could maybe feel more comfortable freely speaking my mind. But I also think I’d be anxious no matter what because social media is so toxic and dark and my energy can’t stand it. It doesn’t help I’m still trying to figure out my medical mysteries, and that’s been such a drain on my energy. I can’t find it in me to do much more than lurk on Twitter and IG right now.

Here on tumblr, I feel like I’m in my little safe space. It’s quiet here, I post my pieces and show my support, and my support is measured in a more meaningful way for who I am as a person (in addition to streaming, buying their merch etc). I really am so grateful for this space. We all support in our ways and though I wish I was bolder on TW and IG, I appreciate those who are and I also appreciate that we are all here to equally love and support Tae and Jk. That’s what matters.

So if you’re reading this, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here and reading this blog💜💚

[puckpocketed]

shifting into true offseason puckpocketed -> sifting through my reading/watching/listening backlog and dumping anything interesting on your dashboards. did you know i have a youtube playlist called "to gif" and its very scary like the big pile of laundry on the chair in your room where you dump all your clothes and another list called "transcribe ?" (question mark essential, gives me options) and also im still working my way through the mit sloan analytics conference playlist that i collected. should i space the posts out in a queue. maybe. its not even like im against the feature ive been queueing on my main blog for years now . but will i do it ? the answer is Im really sorry and also see YOU at the draft <- i love cracking open backdated draft guides but did you know elite prospects draft guide progressively gets looser in terms of how much they're willing to say as you go further back. sometimes its really fun like when they attacked dale hunter's defensive systems and coaching but other times. uh. this is a somber post now NO takebacks: theres one entry a few years ago for a player marked Do Not Draft (insane label to put on a kid btw) squirreled in the back pages where the scout says he needs to be muzzled for doing a lot of one type of skating move <- you might think wow this is really funny and then you remember that these are kids. this is a tame example in the end bc when you read amateur internet scouting and forums you come across some of the most rotted hearts you've ever seen. if getting into draft content do not entertain the opinions of people who write/speak to tear young players down in an attempt to build a portfolio and an internet presence

[grison-in-space]

So how long did it end up taking for the tow truck to show up? Did you beat South Korea’s overturn of martial law?

ha, I drafted a post to respond to that last night and then fell over (it turns out that sitting for 3hrs in an unheated car during MN december is pretty exhausting).

honestly it probably took as long as the South Koreans, maybe a little longer, but fortunately not that long. No more than 3h, definitely no less than 2h 15m. the tow man arrived just as the last few board members were wiggling over fences, but the vote had gone through by the time I was settled in his cab on the way to the dealership where I bought the car three fucking weeks ago for diagnostics and repair.

we lost a little time when the tow man asked in some despair if Matilda could ride in the car being towed. I noted that if it was safe for her to do that I would like to do that as well, and he sloped off to carve her out a little room in the snack detritus of his back seat. (He asked that she not eat his snacks. Matilda's commitment to professionalism is sufficiently absolute that she once successfully convinced a trainer who had known her from ten weeks that she didn't have fun and play games--she just doesn't play games when she has Job going on. Frankly, she didn't even look particularly interested in snacks or the cab, just focused on me and what I might ask her to do next. I was very proud.)

as for what happened, turns out that car manufacturers have installed anti-siphoning technology into the fuel tank entry point, so now gas siphoners just drill into your fucking gas tank to steal a gallon of gas instead. :) $1800 for a new tank, and I hadn't got the insurance on my new car yet. not ideal. fortunately the insurance were happy to backdate it as long as I showed them the bill of sale. I would like to ask the universe, as always, what the fuck is wrong with it.

more gushing about my very professional little dog under very trying circumstances under the cut.

see, I had never ridden in a tow truck cab before, so what I learned is that this one at least had two steep steps up to the actual seat. Tilly, whose usual habit is to hop into the driver's side and climb over the console to her usual spot where I can buckle her in, saw that and froze a little--understandably--so I hoisted her up. Unfortunately, we are in Minnesota and it is December, and the Manitobahs I was wearing have many strengths but grippiness is not really one of them. I slipped a little, and she.... handled it like a pro and was even able to negotiate getting down from the cab by herself safely, with me ready to catch her, on cue.

Then she came into the dealership with me to sort out telling people where the car was and getting it taken in for service, during which she sat politely and waited for a pretty long period of time getting it checked out. We eventually got a lift home and a Culver's trip on the way, and she got a whole fry she absolutely earned.

I am again very proud of her. She's handled objectively unexpected and horrible days in our life politely, professionally, and causing the minimum disruption under some very trying circumstances.

Also, what the fuck is with my luck, and do need some kind of cleansing ritual or something here?

[kiwiana-writes]

man i can't wait until kinktober is over and you stop clogging up the tag

So a while back I got into this habit of, whenever I’m posting a fic from a draft, hitting post and then immediately clicking into the fandom tag just to make sure it’s at the top of the page and therefore I didn’t accidentally backdate it or anything stupid like that. Which means that when I posted last night’s—not the one from an hour or so ago, but the one before that—I just happened to notice that it was the 12,000th fic in the bookverse tag. And I took a screenshot of that, because round numbers are sexy, and then I remembered that @porcelainmortal posted the 10,000th and took a screenshot of THAT, so out of curiosity I tracked down that post so that I could check out the date.

June 9th. (For me; probably the 8th for most of y’all.) Which means the bookverse fandom tag has gotten 2,000 new fics—not including any WIPs that were started before June 8th/9th—in a little over four months.

133 days, to be precise. Which works out at just over 15 new fics every day. Some of those will be bite sized little one shots like my kinktober fics are, but on the flip side, those long gorgeous multi chapter masterpieces being posted also only count as one. Fifteen new fanfics every single day for 133 days, and I’ve posted one a day for the last twenty and will for another eleven.

Which is all to say: get the fuck over it lmao.

[disarmd]

You know I was going to sleep and I kept thinking about this fic and I said let's see if she updated it (the probabilities were low but I had high hopes). Got in. It said last update June 10th, I was about to leave, but THEN 7/7. I can't explain how I felt in that moment.

Just finished it and... imagine me with my mouth open, overwhelmed, no words, eyes shiny, full of feelings.

I have so many thoughts!

oh yayyyyy! Also thanks for this reminder to update the posting date. It’s so weird how ao3 backdates new chapters like that. I made the draft of chapter 7 and posted it yesterday so I don’t know where it got June 10th from. But anyway! You found the final chapter and that’s all that matters 🥰 I’m glad it worked out like that - I’ve had that same experience before of hoping something will be updated and being soooo pleasantly surprised to find that it was, and I’m glad I could make that happen for you!!!!

And I love imagining your response 🥹🥹🥹 if you ever want to share your thoughts, I’d be curious to hear them!!! Thanks for reading!

[tragedycore]

ch 2 of a study in self-sacrifice is up! i made the mistake of posting the first chapter directly from my drafts and it screwed things up so bad. now i have to backdate every single chapter. bleh. lesson learned.

anywho, i. love. writing with these two. i’m kinda obsessed. this is gonna be a fun one.

[radical-sky]

UPDATE: part one is posted on tumblr HERE

Okay fam/friends/mutuals. I have been working on something that I really really want feedback on before I continue. It’s my only foray into Mission: Impossible fic and the first thing I’ve written and put on the internet in 7. I welcome constructive criticism. This is arguably a very, very rough draft and I wrote it entirely on my phone which I’ve never done before. There’s still shaping up to do but I have a good bit more than this written and know how it’s going to play out. Thoughts please? 🫣😮‍💨

Ilsa can’t remember the last time she was tempted to fidget. It’s never been as tempting as it is now, standing in a cold and damp third world prison waiting for Ethan to be brought out to her. Well, not just her. The White Widow stands next to her, her brother not far away. He scowls at Ilsa, not happy to be here and not happy to risk his and his sister’s lives on a job for her. It’s nothing sanctioned (if you or your team are killed or captured you’ll be disavowed) but the moment Benji had finally, finally found Ethan the four of them - Luther, Benji, Ilsa, and even Brandt pulling strings and doing as much as he could behind the scenes - things had moved pretty quickly. Luther or Benji (it doesn’t matter now because they both had been trying their damnedest to get it done) had hacked into the security system on the prison; cameras in every cell, interrogation room, the hallways. Not that any of them needed to see what they were doing to Ethan (in the two weeks since she first saw him on the grainy camera feed it’s all she sees when she closes her eyes, doesn’t need audio to hear his screams and the sounds they rip from his throat, or backdated footage to catalog what tool made each scar or bleeding wound on his body. those pictures will be seared in her brain for all eternity. she wants and yearns and rages at the sacrifice he made for her, for them and falls asleep with a screen playing live footage from his cell in her lap, showing him pressed back into the corner of the tiny cage, curled up protectively, shivering or trembling she can’t tell. wishing she could tell him somehow i’m coming. i will get you out. i haven’t forgotten about you. you’re not disavowed to me. i’m sorry. i’m so terribly sorry ethan). They don’t have to watch the footage for long to decide that any escape that depends on Ethan getting himself out won’t happen. Without government backing and even with Brandt’s help they don’t have the resources or the manpower to storm the prison and break him out. That left one option, and it wasn’t one that any of them liked. The White Widow had been less than thrilled to hear from Ilsa but intrigued at the prospect of mediating an exchange for her. She’d been more willing when she realized John Lark was half the exchange. The team had been up in the air about how to refer to Ethan, but in the end had to believe that Ethan hadn’t revealed himself as an American agent, if he had the terrorists surely would have executed him, or worse, auctioned him to the highest bidder. The White Widow knew him as John Lark, so they kept that identity with her, and insisted that it not be revealed to the terrorists. It’d taken almost a week for the White Widow to get the meet set-up, leaving ample time for the team to get the money gathered (and that part hurt. they’d had ethan for 5 months. 5 months of torturing him and all they wanted was money?). So, now here she is. Not fidgeting. Not twisting her ankle or flexing her calf muscles and imaging she can feel the rods and pins holding her leg together, or the scar where her tibia bone punched through the skin of her calf, not twisting her arm and feeling knitted scars where the bones ground together excruciatingly.

And above all else she’s not resting her hand on the barely there bump on her stomach, the bump invisible and hidden beneath a loose blouse and trench coat. Invisible to everyone that doesn’t know her and Ethan’s secret.

———

The first mission wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to be easy and wonderful and the start to the greatest partnership of his life.

So of course, like everything else in his life, it went to shit in 5 minutes.

He and Ilsa had never exactly named the thing between them, except that it was theirs. He didn’t tell Benji and Luther (although greatly suspected Luther knew and Benji was suspicious), and Ilsa being a free agent didn’t have anyone to tell. They were each others greatest secret, greatest weakness, greatest compromise. Because they did compromise each other. There was no question after they’d saved each other so many times, sacrificing the mission for them. The Thing started simply - after handing Lane off to MI6 a week spent in London exploring each others bodies carefully around broken ribs and bruised necks (and how he had enjoyed adding his marks to her neck and having her hands lovingly caressing the broken parts of him) telling stories and sharing the private, secret parts of themselves no one else knew - then a night Cape Town, a weekend in Moscow, six hours in Brussels, two days in Paris, traveling 8 hours to spend 4 hours in her hotel room in Athens. Whenever they could and their schedules overlapped enough, or if they even happened to be in the same time zone, they were together.

After Julia, he didn’t think he’d ever feel this way about another woman.

Any chance he could he’d pull her into his missions. Anything to have her by his side. So when Brandt told him Sloane had given him the approval to extend the offer of a permanent position with the IMF - with Ethan’s team - to Ilsa he was perhaps the happiest he’d ever been. The two of them together - partners - properly, permanently.

He never thought he’d be considering marriage again either.

So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when it fell apart. The plan failed. His backup scenarios ran out. There were no more moves, no more chess pieces. So when he wrecked and went down, Ilsa dying in his earpiece, Benji too late and too far away to save her, a part of him, all hope, died with her. When he saw his pursuers approaching he was relieved, he’d never been so ready or willing to meet death than in that moment. To go where Ilsa would be waiting for him. He was already halfway there, a piece of rebar in his chest, internal injuries too numerous to catalogue, his leg didn’t feel right, arm wouldn’t lift. Ethan closed his eyes, ready for the bullet that would end his life. He certainly hadn’t expected them to take him alive, put him in the hospital, and get him just healthy enough he’d survive the torture. Survive he did, but not as Ethan Hunt. As something else, a shell of a human. All hope lost. No prayer of rescue. He knew he was disavowed and no help would be coming. He kept his mouth shut and took what they gave him. Didn’t utter a word except for the screams and shouts when it became too much. He’d already failed everything and everyone else. He couldn’t fail here. Couldn’t stand to betray his country on top of it all.

So when his captors told him he was being traded for goods more valuable than him, he knew he had to end it or escape. He couldn’t do this indefinitely. Eventually he’d break and the shell would crack and he’d be human again. So he plotted and planned, and when they came for him he knew what he had to do. His final plan, the one to end it all.

[southsidestory]

Wow I feel like such a fucking idiot. For the first time, I actually saved a draft on ao3 rather than doing everything right before I post. I thought it went well, but then my fic got like 20 hits over the last couple of days and I never saw it show up in the Spuffy tag??

Well, the problem has been staring me in the face from the start: my fic is backdated to the day I saved the draft!! And uhhh that's a week ago...

Like I said. Fucking idiot LMFAO

[gradling]

02.06.2024 | 40/50 days of rest

Didn’t make a post day-of because I hadn’t taken any photos and then remembered that I had this pic saved in my drafts so….have a backdated post with a completely irrelevant photo from the beginning of spring lol

Anyway, for my day of rest, I played some music with a friend and then we made biscuits (and by that I mean I held the phone while he called his mom, who instructed him on different recipe than the one he knew and who supervised everything. I don’t know anything about making biscuits, only eating them) before watching (finishing!) Cowboy Bebop. Then I went to a breakfast-for-dinner grilling at another friend’s house. Excellent way to spend a summer Sunday.

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Panda’s Collection

Welcome to a list of all the things I made with my own brain. Well, my favorite ones at least. Once again, exceptions have been made. It’s mostly character chaos; fantasy, some romance. Just stuff I like. >w< I will never say no to questions about OCs, so please don’t be shy.

(Sorted by Post Date; Old to New)

2016

Ticklish Ivories—Technically not the first time I’ve posted OC tickles, with the whole novel and everything, but this was the first one here. I adore the idea of musical tickles.

[Original]

Musical Tickles and Spooky Magic

Word Count: 2,935

Nights in Copper Heights; an Excerpt—This is technically a lie, since I never actually wrote this scene before I posted it here. But it’s a tickle scene; I had to get it out of my head. >w<

Reconciling Through Tickles. A Little Bondage.

Word Count: 2,950

Nights in Copper Heights—Since I’m here, actually, I might as well include this link. I wrote Nights in Copper Heights essentially as a parody of the Twilight series. I never really bothered watching the entire Twilight series, mind you, but I still kinda like the concepts here and ideas that I had. I had written those chapters back in 2016 or 2017, but I didn’t realize you could backdate things in Ao3 yet. >-< If I do go back, I’ll be rewriting it again…

[Ao3 Exclusive!]

Vampires, Werewolves, and the Humans Caught Up In Their Turf War

Current Word Count: 19,138

Satan’s True Weakness—The story I originally had for these guys was called Why I Remarried God, another idea I think is pretty interesting in concept, but might slip better into an anthology than a whole book. Nowadays, they’re slotted into my current universe as Ethereals.

Insubordinate Tickles and Immortals Disguised as Humans

Word Count: 1,567

Kissing Colors—I’m tempted to think I have completion anxiety. Jacob’s Ladder was a story about a pretty tsundere high schooler realizing he might not be entirely straight. It got a bit intense. Or it would have if I finished it.

Makeup and Tickly Kisses. Puppy Love

Word Count: 1,631

Laughter—Short and simple. Pretty cute, I think.

Movie Night Tickle Attacks

Word Count: 607

A Fairy and a Vampire have an Argument—Set in the Copper Heights era. I don’t think these two would have appeared in the book, but I love making characters, okay? >w<

Tummy Tickles in a Tree. Minor Sads

Word Count: 1,291

Never Tell—Remember when those video games about accessing the Dark Web were all over Youtube? This is from that. I love writing dialogue.

[Ao3]

A Little Spicy, I Guess? Barely. Talk About Tickles and Implied Danger

Current Word Count: 1,346

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            2018

Tabletop—This one is still my favorite non-novel thing, and I refuse to shut up about it.

[Ao3]

Dungeons & Dragons, But with Tickles.

Current Word Count: 5,612

The Power of Laughter (2011)—The first time I ever actually mentioned my novel here was around this time. This is the universe I’ve been working on reviving lately, as I’ve probably mentioned way too much. This is my favorite thing. Ever. It’s my baby. >w< This version specifically is technically the third draft of the book. Tabletop is technically part of this universe. One day, you might find out why~

[Ao3]

Kids Get Magic Powers to Fight Tickle Monsters. Espionage, Casual Murder, and 30 Chapters of Nonsense Written By a Thirteen-Year-Old.

Word Count: 56,887

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2020

The Lighthouse Keepers—A glimpse into Panda’s horror brain, and the land of Esker itself. Part of an Anthology I had in mind

[Ao3 Exclusive!]

Magic, Violence, Unknown Cryptids, and Death

Word Count: 1,849

Whisker Wizards: The Elegy of the Ashen Bastard—The first “episode” of the Whisker Wizards series. They all follow fluffy animal friends and magical crises.

[Ao3 Exclusive!]

Magic, Violence, and a Hero’s Journey

Current Word Count: 1,291

The Magic Man’s Face—A sort of rewrite I tried to start of an older story: “Andrew Taylor is in Love”. It was from an anthology of romance and slice of life stories a younger Panda wanted to write.

[Ao3 Exclusive!]

Stage Magic, Pining, and Love at First Sight

Current Word Count: 851

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2021

The Facility—First time introducing you guys to Trevor Bansel outside of his setting. His role changes a lot in-universe, but he’s always been around; one of my favorite characters to play with.

A Tickle Monster Getting Tickled For Misbehaving

Word Count: 1,460

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2023

Panda’s Tree—I’ve always kind of been an idea factory. As we all know by now, execution is a different category altogether. >-<

A List of Panda’s Current Plans for Novels, Stories, and Whatnot.

[pipermca]

Writing Update - June 2023

Well, this month's output was slightly better than last month's, but that was a low bar.

It took me a while to get over the Covid; several weeks later I still had lingering blahness and some other symptoms. Fortunately it's mostly cleared up and the last couple weeks have been good! But again... that really cut into my writing.

In June I wrote 5,006 words, almost all of it on my Big Bang fic. My goal was to have finished the first draft by the end of May, but Covid put the kaibash on that. So I revised my goal to finish it by the end of June... I did not manage it, but I am very close. (The ending is all about Big Feelings, which I like writing but I write it very slowly. I'm almost there, though!)

Posted

Powering Down. 830 words. A reposted story; it was backdated to its original posting date so it didn’t appear on AO3's “front page.”

WIPs

BB Fic. 16,500 words. I'm almost there! Then I can start the editing AND working on something else. ^.^

[a-yarn-of-purple-prose]

AO3 Year in Review (that's the ship stats one) is out and you guys got Alhaitham/Kaveh to position 5 on the ship's debut year! That is incredibly impressive, congratulations to everyone involved!

I mean you literally out-wrote the biggest fandoms out there, those that have only one or two big ships. It is impressive, is what I'm saying.

Knowing that centreoftheselights focus her stats on ship growth I was stunned to find out Tartaglia/Zhongli lost 20 positions and both of my beloved ships that were ranking last year are just gone.

So of course I spent the whole afternoon collecting data to see what happened. Who do you think I am? A person without a completely unrelated essay to write?

Proceed beyond the cut if you want to see some Genshin Impact ship data.

So I had a question: what happened with our ships' growth this year? Time to do some data collecting!

Method

So here's what I did. Knowing that several writers have opted to archive-lock their fics in order to stave off the bots, I chose to collect the data manually, with my logged-on profile, and using the search operator created_at:["2023-01-01" TO "2023-12-31"] to restrict the search to works created in that time period.

This means backdated works don't make it in, but it may also mean that works which were fully written in the drafts before being posted at a later date count as being created in 2023 even if you posted it in January 10th 2024.

I'm not citing names here but I see you there and all I can say is please don't write directly in your drafts. There's no guarantee your fic will survive there. Have backups. Please. If you can't download an app/software, then at least use Amplenote. It's free, online and supports formatting of all kinds.

Method (really now)

Using the archive's filters set to all languages and the period up to December 31st 2023, I pulled the list of the top ten tagged relationships. Then, setting the period from January 1st to December 31st 2023, I did the same. With that data I graphed the growth pattern.

The data

As of my cut-off date, December 31st 2023, there were 163,902 works under the 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) tag in AO3. The top ten relationships tagged were:

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli: 14571 works

Alhaitham/Kaveh: 9645 works

Diluc/Kaeya: 7295 works

Diluc & Kaeya: 6077 works

Venti/Xiao | Alatus: 4870 works

Albedo/Kaeya: 4442 works

Aether/Xiao: 4127 works

Tartaglia | Childe/Lumine: 4046 works

Chongyun/Xingqiu: 3524 works

Kaedehara Kazuha/Scaramouche: 3432 works

59,092 of those works were posted between January 1st and December 31st 2023. During the year, the top relationships were:

Alhaitham/Kaveh: 8591 works

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli: 3513 works

Alhaitham & Kaveh: 2446 works

Cyno/Tighnari: 2342 works

Neuvillette/Wriothesley: 1950 works

Kaedehara Kazuha/Scaramouche: 1810 works

Diluc & Kaeya: 1721 works

Diluc/Kaeya: 1551 works

Venti/Xiao: 1106 works

Aether/Xiao: 1101 works

Now, that's impressive growth, isn't it? Here's how that tracks over the historical number:

Just look at that bar. That was a single year! And Tartaglia/Zhongli had a nice amount of growth, more than any other ship besides Alhaitham/Kaveh.

So there it is, what happened. You guys are just absolutely amazing :)

Side notes:

1. Hm, what about Neuvillette/Wriothesley?

A fairly new ship that showed up on AO3 Stats ranked 68, with 1938 works. On my counts (with the locked works) the number goes up to 1950. So, not a small ship at all but also not close enough to enter our top ten.

At least not this year.

2. Is it all about smut? I bet it's all about smut!

It is not. When you exclude the Explicit tag there are still 46,001 works created in 2023. And, honestly, the Explicit tag can be used for gore and violence as well, so even that isn't a solid way to exclude smut from the count.

But if you're wondering how the ranking goes without the Explicit fics, here is the data for the works up to December 31st 2023:

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli: 10406 works

Alhaitham/Kaveh: 7330 works

Diluc & Kaeya: 5761 works

Diluc/Kaeya: 4651 works

Venti/Xiao: 4253 works

Albedo/Kaeya: 3759 works

Aether/Xiao: 3441 works

Tartaglia | Childe/Lumine: 3216 works

Chongyun/Xingqiu: 3165 works

Kaedehara Kazuha/Scaramouche: 2785 works

And this is the data for just 2023:

Alhaitham/Kaveh: 6545 works

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli: 2534 works

Alhaitham & Kaveh: 2115 works

Cyno/Tighnari: 1885 works

Diluc & Kaeya: 1645 works

Neuvillette/Wriothesley: 1467 works

Kaedehara Kazuha/Scaramouche: 1397 works

Diluc/Kaeya: 1057 works

Venti/Xiao | Alatus: 937 works

Aether/Xiao: 911 works

If this tells you anything, make it that people will tag a ship and either fade to black or just not put any sex at all in the story.

3. So, no love for gen fics?

No, no, no, lots of love for gen fics! Immense love for gen fics!

I'll talk about that in another post, though, because I have more graphs to make before I can post it.

[mindofmim]

Your new fic in backdated a couple of weeks..

I’m not quite sure I know what you mean. Quite possibly cause I’m not great with technology. If you are talking about the date on Hunting the Hunters, it does say October 15th instead of October 26th because that’s when I started creating the drafts and putting it together. That way I could just click post come my actual posting date.

Now if I’ve misunderstood your asks meaning, do let me know and I’ll try re-answering you. But thank you for trying to let me know ^_^

[jedibongrip]

Hi! Ngl I've been lurking for about a year bc I love your work, but by any chance did you have your most recent chapter saved as an ao3 draft? It seems to think it's been uploaded on the 9th, and I was SUPER confused when I went to look for it on the obikin tag. It's no big deal, but I'd hate for people to miss out on it because it's been backdated bc I think you just have such a way with words! Hope you're having a nice evening (?) Where you're at!

🤠🤠🤠🤠 THAK YOU SM I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING !!!!!

i actually did post it on the 9th!! it was just late at night and i forgot to post about it here cuz i got busy 😳 bit of a whoopsie on my part lmao

thank u for caring about it enough to let me know tho!!! i'll try 2 be more diligent for the next update :~)

[autumnrory]

thank god i found the gilmore girls one on my old laptop because oh my god that was seven big gifs and that's not even just about the effort but also that i couldn't remember what scenes i'd used and don't know if i could've reverted to a much older google docs edit to find it on my list but also because of the amount of storage that might take which hasn't been a problem since i deleted some of that excess shit on here but i haven't tried giffing on here since then i THINK at least the easy a one (which did come back to me) and the charmed one will be easy enough to reproduce but doing the gg one would've absolutely made me cry i can't believe i'm actually grateful for the storage issues that were plaguing me for so long on here bc if i'd done those gifs on here they would be long gone

i still hope that tumblr can restore them even if they're backdated as if they posted from my queue in the last week like normal and then i'll just put stuff back in my drafts or queue like.......please at least the gifsets will be okay though it will take time to remake the two and like...don't wanna lmao but we'll just wait and see i don't want to jump into working on them just for the originals to be restored so. still. ugh.

literally did not occur to me that there would be any issues i thought EVERYTHING would be as i left it and this one thing was not lol

oh. my god. i went into my queue and i thought it seemed lower than i remembered but i didn't think much of it bc i'm not always paying attention to how many posts are in there but i had gifsets I MADE near the top and they must have like. tried to go through and left my queue and then just disappeared bc my blog COULDN'T post??? i just shot them an email to see if that stuff can be restored but i doubt it but like what the FUCK that is fucking unfair especially because one i worked hard on plus that means a few other things are missing from there too but the main thing is the gifsets like.............i cannot remake those i will fucking cry