#ej @ejunkiet

[kirnet]

2 & 3 for the book asks? >:3

2. Did you reread anything? What?

No rereads this year!

3. What were your top five books of the year?

oh boy

Harrow the Ninth

The entirety of Murderbot lol. All Systems Red is still my fave tho

Gideon the Ninth / Nona the Ninth (i'm cheating more)

Shorefall

Why Fish Don't Exist

I've rates some books higher than the last 2 (like the House in the Cerulean Sea) but these are the books that I think had the most impact on me/ are the ones I've thought about the most

[dominimoonbeam]

My book bestie @ejunkiet recommending a book to me. 😆😆 This needs one of those suspect boards with red yarn!

I'm not convinced about this MC but if anyone in the world knows what I might like, it's EJ. <3

[pennkquest]

Reblogged this post from EJ (@ejunkiet go follow her, she's lovely and amazing <3) about ship names and the nomenclature used for them. Now, as stated in my tags, I will use Name/Name for simplicity/broader comprehension sake. But I adore abstract names. They're fun and sometimes work better than combining names. So! Consider this an ask game of sorts where I list out several Redacted rarepairs I have but only give you the ship names. Send me an ask about one of them, and I'll give you the scoop. Simple enough, right? /lh

[The Aforementioned Ship Names]

Proximity Lovers

Moonlit Chains

Wildcards

Midnight Cravings

Signals After Dark

Star-Crossed Polycule

Bleeding Hearts Club

Star Chart

I have many more rarepairs but a decent amount still need funky ship names (/lh). That said, I hope you enjoy this/send an ask or two my way!

[agentplutonium]

WIP Whursday

I got tagged by the lovely @ejunkiet! Thank you for the tag ej <3

I’m tagging: you, reading this (if you want to) but also (no pressure tag time) @penncilkid annnnd @dizzy-n-busy because i can’t think of anyone else help

Now, did I do a WIP Wednesday yesterday? Yes. But i’m still doing this because I actually got to work on a wip today because i was motivated by the tag, so take another update of my Imp!Milo fic ^^

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“Milo! Milo, down here!”

Milo was spun around and bolting down the hallway in seconds. The elemental didn’t follow him.

The closer he got the more he felt Sweetheart's core. It was weaker than normal, explaining why he couldn’t pick up on it before. Their stealth core was hard to pick up as it was, but when they were exhausted? It may as well have not existed.

He nearly missed the door they were behind, but quickly brute forced his way through. The door nearly blew off of its hinges with the force of it, and the people closest to it scrambled away.

Sweetheart was on the floor, struggling to breathe, and Milo saw red. He just barely remembered to tell Asher where he was before he was lunging at the guy looming over them. He was able to get his teeth around an arm before he could properly retaliate, throwing him to the other side of the room.

Milo was at Sweetheart’s side in a second, nuzzling up against them for a moment. Sweetheart was breathing properly again, albeit gasping for the stolen air. Milo was satisfied for the time being. There was shuffling behind him, and Milo spun around with a vicious growl ripping from his chest. He stood over Sweetheart, snapping at anyone who dared step to close.

He didn’t have to worry too much, as Asher stalked through the door a few moments later. He made quick work of getting to Milo, shrieks if pain following him, before he was pacing in front of them, planning his next attack.

With Asher there, Milo turned his attention back to Sweetheart, keeping an ear out for trouble. They were in worse shape than he originally thought. There were bruises and gashes all over their body, and they were shivering. Their coughs and gasps subsided but they were still struggling. Milo whined softly, nuzzling against them again.

They’re bad. Really bad. We have to get them out of here, Milo said to Asher.

Alright, we’ll make a game plan. Focus on keeping them conscious.

Milo pushed against Sweetheart’s arm, huffing against them. Sweetheart stirred, hand shifting until it reached his paw.

“‘m fine,” Sweetheart gasped out, blood trickling down the side of their mouth.

The fuck did they do to you? Milo growled, knowing Sweetheart couldn’t hear him.

[autisticempathydaemon]

Busybee Recs: Dec 15th

In this rapidly growing and changing community, there is no shortage of gorgeous creators, talented writers, and fantastic content to consume. Because the fandom could always use more positivity and more spotlight shown on older content, I'll be highlighting and recommending fics written on this date in previous years!

the devil is in the details

The consort of the King Imperial was once assigned a security detail, a shifter from a prominent wolf pack. Alpha David Shaw. -- This will all end in flames, but right now, in this moment, David couldn’t give a damn.

The adored, the fantabulous, the iconic @ejunkiet giving us everything we could ever want and need in the form of Imperium!David and Angel~!

Things I love about this fic:

Bodyguard x Protected Consort AU, a figurative knight doomed to protect but never have their valuable charge

Fleeting kisses and brushes of the hands and forbidden meetings behind pillars and tapestries and under the cover of night

Written by the legendary first name EJ last name Unkiet

Do you need MORE entries on this list?

[gingerbreadmonsters]

Your Redacted ASMR fics are THE BEST I have ever read!! You capture all of the characters so well and I cannot tell you enough how much I love your stories!!!

i-

stop being so nice to me i'll CRY 😭😭😭

🥺🥺 i have no idea what to say except THANK YOU sweetness!!! i have been holding onto this ask for a few days now because i am unable to quite express the level of gratitude i wish to convey - my love i am so so SO pleased that my writing is to your taste and that you're enjoying it!! 💕💕 please know that i am blushing v v hard and giving you a hug and a great big slice of cake 🍰🍰

[gingerbreadmonsters]

i think the tags i left were quite subtle so you may have missed it

@autisticempathydaemon i adore you

ao3 wrapped/year in review: share one fic that absolutely changed your life this year

[pearl-kite]

🌟🌟beautiful person award! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🌟🌟

This has been sitting in my inbox since January, because it came in at what was probably the lowest point in my life, and I can't say how nice it was to be able to just open my asks and see it at will. EJ, you deserve all 8 of the chains forward, but I'll pay them forward elsewhere, but you need to know how absolutely wonderful and kind you are. I am SO incredibly happy that we're friends ;3;

[romirola]

Turns out I had one more Redactedverse oneshot left in me before I get started on drafting a new fic! @ejunkiet, I saw from your tags you've been struggling with migraines lately! I'm so sorry to hear that, friend. I wrote you this little piece featuring Angel comforting shifted!David as he endures a migraine in hopes of making you feel better. (This will eventually live in my AO3 oneshot collection.) 

Rating: T, WC: ~1.3K, Characters: David/Angel, Prompt: Self-prompted to make EJ feel better

Thanks for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished!

Angel gingerly placed the glass of flat 7up beside the bed. They frowned, letting their eyes linger on the large, wolf-shaped lump underneath the soft sheet. 

“Davey?” Angel whispered. “Can I do anything for you?”

Poking his head out from the sheet, David Shaw squinted, torn by his desire to shut out any scrap of light from his vision and to take in the comforting sight of his mate. “Hmm.” For a moment, he had almost forgotten he was in his wolf form and wanted to shape the sound into a word. Instead, when the strong muscles of his mouth wouldn’t oblige him, David settled for a huff. He pulled his ears back as his lips curled upwards. His heightened senses, normally such a point of pride for David, betrayed him as he processed even the muted stimuli around him. Despite that drawback, he typically opted to ride out a migraine in his wolf form. Somehow, some way, retreating into his wolf offered David a little bit of comfort. In his wolf form, despite the pounding headache, horrific nausea, exhaustion, and oversensitivity to everything, David felt like he could handle all of the inescapable awfulness that his occasional migraine attacks caused him.

“Err,” David tried again in a deep and low rumble of a voice so as not to irritate the throbbing in his skull. When his eyes opened a little bit wider, David was relieved to find that Angel had cloaked the room in darkness. 

The misery in David’s sharp eyes was evident to Angel. His pupils, usually prominent and full of life, were dull and tiny. “Aww, Davey.” They sat down on the edge of the bed and reached their hand out, letting it linger in the air for a moment, like they knew even the slightest unwanted touch would be tortuous for David. “May I?”

A soft, grateful whine of consent escaped his lips. He blinked slowly. 

When Angel’s hand finally met his forehead and gently rubbed, David’s tail thwacked once to tell Angel how good it felt and once more in an unnecessary plea for them to continue the small gesture. 

Angel did. 

As David felt himself get lost in Angel’s touch, he thought about all the times in his life a similar scene had played out without Angel. 

He thought of the times when he was a teenager when a migraine would hit. The first time David got a migraine, he was fourteen and in the middle of his school day. He didn’t understand what was happening or how to cope when his body went completely haywire. But when he finally forced himself to ask a teacher to let him go call his dad from the school's main office, Gabe picked David up from school and quickly escorted him to his room as soon as they arrived home. Gabe expertly soothed away David's pain with soft, hushed words. He even held David upright as the poor kid emptied the contents of his stomach into the plastic trash bin near the edge of David's bed. Through it all, Gabe stayed with David. He remembered falling asleep to his father's steady droning speech about something and, even though David wasn't cognizant enough to know for sure, he could've sworn that the pillow underneath his head somehow transformed into Gabe's chest. 

It was the first, but not the only, time Gabe took care of David when a migraine came over him. Even as a young adult when he had the opportunity to shift into his wolf form, David found it impossible not to cling close to his father during a migraine.

“You’re holding in too much stress, David,” his father would say with a genuine sympathy that made David feel like a cub again. “It’s going to show up, one way or another, sooner or later. You gotta learn to relax before things get to this point.”

David's throat tightened when he felt a familiar wave of grief hit him. His front paws twitched a few times as he extended and retracted his claws to stretch his sore limbs. 

“Just try to relax now,” Angel cooed. When their other hand began to stroke the tufts of longer hair at his chest, David willed himself to do as his mate asked, even though it was nearly impossible for him to sink into the bed so he could give into the overwhelming exhaustion. Everything hurt too much for that. 

David let his thoughts wander to a time when a particularly bad migraine struck him a few years ago. It had been shortly after he secured an office space for the growing company. The legal and financial requirements alone were stressful enough, but David had undertaken that project of expanding the company so quickly after his father had died, throwing himself into a tangible activity that proved David was capable of carrying on his father’s legacy as a good alpha. It should’ve been impossible for him to do, but somehow, he did it. It was only after he got everything successfully settled that the migraine hit him one night. David’s body had always worked like that. It never failed that no matter how he was able to push through any type of work that needed to be done, as soon as that work was finished, his body would succumb to the buildup of stress and collapse. David was thankful that at the time, Asher had been spending more time with, as he called them, “the Elevator Babe,” so David did not have to worry about Asher seeing him like that. Truly, the only thing that made David more uncomfortable than a migraine was having other people see him as he endured the migraine. 

People other than his father, that is. 

The absence of his father was something that hit David at the most inopportune times, that one included. When David came to the realization that his father wasn’t there to help him through the migraine, would never be there to help David again, it was like a competition of hurt was taking place inside David’s body and it was anyone’s guess who would win: his head or his heart. 

The only score David really remembered was that he was thoroughly miserable. He fumbled through the pain as best he could, trying to wait in a grief-stricken agony until the migraine passed, unable to stop his tears from leaking out of his eyes and his thoughts from spiraling into despair. 

What if my head never stops hurting? What if the pack needs me and can’t help because I’m too busy puking? How can I make it stop? What would Dad say if he saw me like this? Why did he have to die?

“Hang in there, Davey,” Angel told him, the rhythm of their scratches and strokes offering David a chance to focus on something else other than the churning in his stomach and head. Whenever they spoke, it was like everything quieted for David. “Soon, it’ll go away. Until then, you take all the time you need to feel better.”

David let himself be surrounded by the comforting warmth of Angel’s touch as they deftly fixed a wrinkle in the blanket that sat unnaturally heavy on his back before they weaved their fingers back into his dark fur. Out of instinct, David let his head bow and nosed his face into Angel’s hand at this chest. He carefully took their hand in his mouth, just letting his teeth graze their skin without any pressure. A gesture that he hoped encapsulated the complete devotion he felt for Angel.

Angel didn’t flinch. “I love you, too.”

David let go of their hand, though not without giving them a few licks, and settled back onto the bed. He settled back onto the pillow and drowsily let his eyes close, content to let his mate chase away his migraine by sending him to sleep with their unempowered, magical touch.

[kirnet]

>:3 for the wip title meme - mission impossi-dough? (INSPIRED title btw!! 😚)

this is a planned heist fic that will come after i finish grave and weep where the necromancer steals some high quality sourdough starter from a san francisco bakery using a dead squirrel and a history of breaking and entering.

"You know I can teleport, right?" Gojo huffed as he leaned back against the wall, one foot coming up to intermittently kick your thigh. "One second and it's ours." "One, that defeats the point." After pulling on your gloves, you withdrew the now-stiff squirrel from your jacket pocket and set it on the ground. "This is my anniversary. I need to be doing the breaking and entering or the gift means nothing." The squirrel corpse leapt to attention with a flick of your hand. With all the grace that it had in life, it scurried up the rusted drainpipe and hopped onto the second-story windowsill. "Two," you continued, unrolling the ski mask over your face, "I never want to owe you again. Not after all of that morgue shit." "You just want an excuse to steal something." "Maybe."

[softredrobin]

werewolf gardening simulator

something something the power of plants and healing. <3

redacted asmr: davey/angel, rated G for Goodness. 1k, short and sweet. <3

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David has always liked working with his hands, digging into the earth. Making things grow. Green fingered, is what his dad used to say. You got that from your mother.

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Healing, with the turn of summer. Post-Inversion.

–

the werewolf gardening simulator

The start of summer is his favourite time of year.

It’s the time where he can start to see the fruit of his labour, the flowers starting to peek out from the raised beds, the first of a season’s worth of blooms. It’s never truly cold here, an advantage to living this close to the coast, but still, the weather could be unpredictable, necessitating the need for a cold frame. 

It’s nearly time to take the seedlings out, which means planting season.

Footsteps sound from behind him, muted by the soft crush of grass, but distinctive enough. Shaking the hair from his eyes, he turns to watch his mate make their way across the yard. The landscaping is still a work in progress, but they navigate a path through the beds easily enough, dropping to a crouch beside him.

“I thought you could use a little pick me up.”

They’ve tied their hair up in a loose bun, a few escaped strands tickling their nape. They’re dressed comfortably for the weather, the scooped neck of their top revealing flashes of their skin, the hollow above their collarbone.

Their eyes are bright as he meets their gaze, and they offer him the glass.

“For my big wolf.”

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[dominimoonbeam]

My book bestie @ejunkiet recommending a book to me. 😆😆 This needs one of those suspect boards with red yarn!

I'm not convinced about this MC but if anyone in the world knows what I might like, it's EJ. <3

[zozo-01]

Hi!!! Stealing this lil idea from @ejunkiet and I'm gonna list out some of my favourite fics from the year!!

From @dominimoonbeam!! 'All The Things They Didn't Know', 'With The Starlight Eyes' and 'Why the duck?'

Look!!! I am a sucker for some David/Darlin' goodness, whether it be romantic or platonic!!! I can't nottttt have them on my list!!! And Domini's Avior/Starlight fic freaking broke me and then put me back together again!!!

From @taelonsamada!! 'Between You, Me and the Fence Post' and 'Sharp Mouth'

If I'm being honest, I would link alllll of the fics Char has wrote because holy fucking shit they are that good!!!!! But those two hold a special place in my heart. <3333

From @romirola!!! 'Duet', '(It Was the First Time) Things Felt Normal Again' and 'Secrets Between Friends'

The way Romi writes the dynamics between the pack is incredible!!! She balances the angst and light-hearted aspects of their relationship!!! And I adoreeee how she writes Angel and David!!!

From @solclaw!! 'ocean eyes' and 'cinnamon'

Again!!! David/Darlin' content makes my heart so <33333, AND ADDING SAM AND ANGEL TO THE MAKES IT EVEN MORE <33333!!! And 'cinnamon' is also just one of my favourite Redacted fics of all time!!! *sobs* I just want them to be happy, ;-;.

From @starlitangels!!! 'Shaw Pack Pups AU', 'Fight Night' and 'Avior One-Shot Compilation'

I ADORE ALL OF THESE FICS SO MUCH!!! I CAN'T CHOOSE ONE SO I JUST THREW IN ALL OF THEM!!! And 'Fight Night' is soooo iconiccc!!! Star is literally my best friend in this fandom and I love, adore and cherish her and her work so much!!! <3333

From @frenchiefitzhere!!! 'Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli'

FRENCHIE IS OUR GREER FAMILY CANON AND I TAKE NO CRITICISM ON THAT!!!!!

From @angel-bubbles!!! 'migraine' and 'fate vs. magic'

Both of these fics are so lovely and wholesome and sweet, just like bubbles. <3333333

From @glassbearclock!!! 'In sickness and in stealth', 'Pampering Your Incubus Boyfriend [Reverse Comfort] [M4A]' and 'would it be okay if I came home to you?'

Beans!!!!! The first two fics just itch that gooddddd comfort need!!! And the imperium fic...... Please don't complain if your heart gets broken!!!

From @lovelylonerliterature!!! 'wolf among the sheep', 'the end of all things.', 'Thirsty' and '3-3-3'

Alllllll of Lovely's fics fill me up with such angsty joy!!!! AND I ADORE HER FOR HER ABILITY TO DO THAT TO ME!!!!

From @thatlesbeanjew!!! 'It’s A Loud And Dark World', 'There's A New Sun In A Dying Day' and 'When Fear Consumes The Rage'

The way Tay writes Darlin' hits so incredibly close to home for me and I adore it!!! Also Tay if you're seeing this, this is me asking for more writing from you. <3333 (Of course no pressure, but >.>)

From @gingerbreadmonsters!!! 'bury the hatchet', '五二零', 'blood sugar, baby!' and 'a ring on the carousel'

THE WAY GINGER WRITES THINGS MAKES ME TRANSCEND WHEN I READ THEM!!! AND HER GAVIN, OH HER GAVIN!!! THE BEST GAVIN TO EVER GAVIN!!!

From @teasandcardigans!!! 'your friend in death (take me to him)', 'good night, dear heart', and 'he's gone'

Mads' fics are so. <3333333 They just hit different and gooddd!!!! We love some Elliot/Sunshine angst, the old idea that Fred and Angel are cousins and the aftermath of Imp! Vincent's death!!!!

FINALLY, LAST BUT NOT LEAST, FROM @ejunkiet!!! 'jaws that bite, claws that catch', 'let's fuck up the friendship', 'all bark, no bite' and 'through a glass, darkly'

LITERALLY EJ IS THE BEST!!!! Like the way they write Angel and David is trulyyyy my favourite in the fandom!!! They're truly are amazing and I wish for all the best in their endeavours!!!!

[pennkquest]

Next up: @ejunkiet!!! I also had multiple fics from you on my list, so let me know if you want to see the other cards/sheets I end up making when I get around to it! <3

Just one of the many lovely fics written by EJ, definitely check her out /pos

Part 2 of the Redacted Fic Final!

Fic Bingo Cards / Spectrum Sheets

"PK, what are you talking about?" So glad you asked, random reader!

(First off: If you don't know what I'm talking about at all, you should probably start with Part 1)

Every fic submission I read (and/or will read will) received a bingo card and "spectrum sheet" (idk what else to call it /lh). This is how I "ranked"/"analyzed" each of them without doing something like a tier system or numerical value. The bingo spaces were created before I read any of the fics and were catered specifically to Redacted fic tropes/habits/etc. I'd noticed in the past. The spectrum sheet is more so focused on examining the relationship at play in each fic (specifically in a romantic context given the focus on the project was on romantic relationships).

Note: I'm not 100% sure how to go about advertising this part? Like if an author wants to see their card/sheet, I'm more than happy to share! But if the author isn't aware I read their fic/someone submitted one of their fics, should I tag them? Or is that weird? Idk if anyone has suggestions, please leave them in the comments/tags/reblogs /gen /lh

That aside, using the lovely @angelicaether's fic Spark and Bite as an example/so y'all can see what we were working with:

For any authors who submitted fics to me directed and/or know I read a fic of theirs and would like to see their card/sheet, let me know!

[autisticempathydaemon]

Fragment Friday ❣️

Tagging @ejunkiet, @dominimoonbeam, @penncilkid, and @mr-laveau this week because I know y’all have got to have something similar in the works~!

You wanted to hear more about my script work, EJ, and now you’re never gonna stop no takesies backsies ❣️

Title: [A4A] Accidentally Kidnapped by an Apologetic Mafia Boss [Mistaken Identity] [Meet-Cute… of Sorts] [Librarian Listener]

Tagline: Giacomo, who the hell is this?

[softredrobin]

you’re trouble, you know that? (epilogue)

i’m soft okay, and these two deserved some softness and healing. <3

redacted asmr: imperium!asher/babe, rated G for Goodness.

“This is where I first shifted. Where all the members of the pack make their first shift. Gabe - the original alpha… it was his place. Then David’s place after that. Now it’s mine.”

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epilogue

It’s late summer when Asher takes them out of the city, along the country roads into the mountains.

He won’t tell them where they’re going, but the rest of the pack knows - and they catch the knowing glance Milo had thrown them when Asher had asked to borrow his dad’s old jeep, and they can guess that it has some significance to them.

But Milo doesn’t give anything away when he hands over the keys, a smile playing on his lips as he reminds Ash that the transmission sticks, and to call ahead when they’re on their way back.

Wherever they’re going, it’s a couple of hours drive from Dahlia, taking them through the forests that surround the city, the redwoods towering above them, vast and beautiful.

But of all the things they’d been expecting when they finally arrived, it wasn’t this.

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