#genwrites

[gen-d-vap]

girls being girls you know how it is

[gendervapor14]

cookie monsters

my piece for the Halloween Trick zine run by @newscoozines!!

be sure to check out the sister Halloween Treat zine for some non-shipping stories and artwork, too! <3

[triforce-of-gender]

working on a more serious zelda fic for rauru x sonia, my current fav pairing. i'll share a little snippet under the cut for any who might be curious.

in the meantime, i figured i'd mention what i have posted and what i've got planned. i have one fic from eons ago that's more of a gag than anything else. T rated impa x sheik... kind of? not really. it can be found here if that sounds interesting. but i promise i can do better XD

other than this rauru x sonia biography-ish wip, i've got an impa x urbosa fic planned. likely will be multichap. both fics will have some M/E rated actions goin on, mainly the impa x urbosa. you cannot convince me that urbosa doesn't has insane game. i've also got some headcanons for gerudo culture that i've gotta write rather than explain. it's gonna be a really fun story.

rip impa.

anyway, snippet of the rauru x sonia fic below!! ♥

The door behind them creaked open just a touch. Rauru glanced over his shoulder and found the tiny figure of Sonia there, peering in curiously. “Come on in,” he beckoned. “Do you require assistance?”

“I would like a word, if possible.”

“Yes, of course.” He turned away from Mineru and stepped closer to the Hylian. “I never thanked you for the tea, did I?”

“You did, yes,” Sonia assured him. “Mineru, apologies but…may I speak with your brother in private?”

Mineru’s ears twitched as she turned away from her readings. “I—well, sure, I guess…” She awkwardly side-stepped towards the doorway. “Just…let me know when you’ve…finished.”

The doors closed and Rauru ruffled the back of his head. “Forgive her…she’s not the most verbose.”

“It’s not a problem.” Sonia stepped closer, keeping their distance familiar rather than professional. “Your travels went well?”

“The travel itself wasn’t particularly notable, which is a blessing.” He folded his arms. “As for the Rito…well, there is more trouble there than anticipated. Nothing patience cannot solve.” His head tipped down, closer to her. “Not to make any hasty assumptions, but I feel as though this is not what you are interested in discussing.”

“Not…necessarily.” She smirked. “Are you giving my clairvoyance a try?”

“Perhaps I’ve been taking some notes.”

“I see. Well, in that case, and forgive me if I’m mistaken but…we have known each other for some time. I am quite fond of you. And I am to believe you are quite fond of me.”

Rauru nodded slightly and slowly. “Yes, that is true.”

“I mentioned the other night…how the Goddess keeps drawing us together. You remember that, yes?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I suppose you do like a direct conversation. I apologize for avoiding this subject for so long, or merely hinting at it.” She stepped closer, extended a hand towards him. “I am…very fond of you, Rauru. Very fond. And I would like to keep being fond of you, if in a way lovers are.”

“S-Sonia….”

His hand was chilled and foreign in hers, despite how many times she felt his casual touch. She stared at his thin fingers, the golden-copper rings and bands around his forearm, structured to enhance his power. “I understand if our physical differences may seem like a daunting obstacle, but like all else, it’s an obstacle we can quell together.” Her eyes closed as sureness swept over her. “I know the fondness—the love—we feel for one another, transcends any corporeal bounds. Like you’ve said so many times…” Her eyes opened and she tried to meet his, but he was staring at her hand in his. “There is so little difference between us. We are both fragile. We both breathe and bleed.” She locked their fingers together and squeezed. “I’d like to breathe and bleed together. As one.”

Rauru said nothing, which would have had her worrying if his other hand hadn’t tenderly nestled against her cheek, fingers weaving into her hair. “Forgive me,” he said softly, “this is something I’ve wanted for so long…I urged myself to let the dream die. I had convinced myself it wasn’t feasible, especially now, but…”

Sonia leaned into his hand, warming against her skin. “Is that why you never returned to my village?”

“It is, subconsciously, most likely.” His eyes closed again and he leaned in closer. She couldn’t resist the offer to kiss the bridge of his nose again. To sever their hands so she could hold his jaw with both of hers, keep him there in her grasp, her forehead to his.

[gen-kenobi]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games), Mortal Kombat - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Johnny Cage/Takahashi Kenshi Characters: Johnny Cage, Takahashi Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden (Mortal Kombat), Shang Tsung, Quan Chi, Havik (Mortal Kombat), Jackson "Jax" Briggs, Darrius (Mortal Kombat), Takahashi Takeda Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Swearing, Organized Crime

[gendervapor14]

i realized i never posted my fic from the @opanimalszine on tumblr so i'm gonna use this post as a belated excuse to do so because i wrote about these two!!

be sure to check out the other works from this project too!! ♥

[billbiro]

Useful website for those writing about their ancestors, with a range of supporting articles and links. Slight American bias.

[gen-d-vap]

they are the pinnacle of romance

[gendervapor14]

coraweek day 3 ~ identities

corazón would save lives. corazón would save a country. under orders, corazón destroyed towns and killed children, but soon, he'd save lives. it was an investment. rosinante broke by the fourth year. maybe corazón drowned in all that blood. rosinante saved one kid, a sickly thing, with no purpose and a checkered fate. rosinante killed corazón, too, or maybe it was the other way around. law would never remember rosinante, but he'd never forget corazón.

[gendervapor14]

*crawls out from the depths of hell to post some zine previews* BELL-MERE ZINE DROPS SOON BABES WE EXCITED OR WHAT

link to the project's carrd is here. it'll be available for download on 3/23! free and digital :D

anyway, here's a little snippet of my SFW fic!! read more for a teaser of the two NSFW pieces i did for the add-on hehe

anyway i'm gonna go disappear again. thank you for letting me express some of my lingering one piece craziness @bell-mere-zine!!

[gendervapor14]

rare pair week day one: first kiss

title: go ahead and bite off more than you can chew rating: T category: M/M content warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 1,144 words relationship: katakuri/rosinante characters: katakuri, rosinante additional tags: i can't tell if this is canon or an AU so. you decide, kept it so vague it might just break immersion, but look. i need to write some Fun Things (tm), romance, first kiss, insecurity, established relationship, domestic fluff prompt: first kiss summary: "You—you hardly know what I am, what I look like. And you think I’m planning to wed you? I couldn’t.”

thanks for hosting this event @oprarepairweek !!

[gendervapor14]

chapter one of my corafest fic is posted, yay!! more details (and the direct link) below ♥

title: pry the knife from the heart rating: M category: F/M content warnings: no archive warnings, see tags status: incomplete, four chapters, 3,048 words relationship: rosinante/bell-mere characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, genzo, sengoku additional tags: modern AU, nude modeling, artist rosinante, background character death, dead donquixote doflamingo, angst with a happy ending, suicidal thoughts, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, smut, non-linear narrative, crush at first sight, financial issues, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, emotional hurt/comfort, crying, POV alternating prompt: rosinante is a painter. bell-mere is a single mom who still has good looks, no shame, and needs some cash. she becomes a nude model, and after a few classes, rosinante falls for his muse. summary: After mastering the basic skills of inanimate, animate, and landscape, Rosinante was void of inspiration. He was starting to spend his evening painting sessions with a dry brush and an empty bottle against his lips when the paint couldn’t silence the pain in his heart. Meanwhile, a single mother found a simple solution for her financial rut.

thank you for running such a fantastic event, @corafest!! 💕

💕Title: pry the knife from the heart

💕Creator: gendervapor

💕Socials: gendervapor (ao3), @gendervapor14 (tumblr)

💕Prompter: Self Prompt

💕Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56774824/chapters/144339424

[gendervapor14]

coraweek day 1 ~ memory

greed was a nasty sin. rosinante had seen them all but greed sickened him the most because he was not immune. as a boy, the memory stuck to his tongue, like dry paper, like bills, like the fortune they used to own. he'd rake fingers through gold coins, his once favorite color, like his mother's hair, like his favorite toys. the weight of it, the feel of it, addictive and comforting. he could not escape his blood. he smoked now, sated a shadow of the beast, but he still stole, and cheated, and killed, and lied. like any other sin, greed catches up, and leaves a shallow grave.

coraweek let's gooooooo 🥳 flying solo this year because atty's SUPER busy but if it weren't for them, i wouldn't have found this event, so thank you for bringing this to my attention atty!! <3

anyway, breaking a bit of the mold here with some freestyle poetry this week. it's not gonna be chronological like last year, but the angst will be constant. i'm not going to upload these to ao3 right away, but i will soon! probably when the whole collection is finished.

hope you enjoy :D ♥

thank you for hosting this event @corazonweek2024 !! ♥

[gendervapor14]

coraweek day 5 ~ training

he trained for this. every bullet through a brain, every bomb through a building, every blindfold and beating. this is why corazón existed. twenty some years with no friends and no family, nothing but a longing for everything he cut out in a haze of self-destruction. training meant desensitizing, building skin thicker, thicker than mud, thicker than blood, until nothing and no one could ever break his heart again. if only he had trained harder.

[gendervapor14]

coraweek day 7 ~ free

when he was young, rosinante knew freedom was unattainable. his peers were young and reckless, unbroken and unfettered. they tasted freedom every shore leave, needles etching flowers over collarbones, razors buzzing hair in wild stripes and curls. they aimed golden hoops his way. it was his body. his temple. his right. his choice. yet, he refused. his brother wore identical jewelry in posters and reports, and he could not resemble that monster, that demon, that bloodline. for rosinante, freedom was unattainable. but he could still find it, hold it, offer it like a second chance to a boy on death's door who thought his freedom was unattainable. but it wasn't, and so, when the boy grew up, against all odds, he wore four golden hoops.

[gen-d-vap]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Monster Prom (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Omen/Red | Amira (Monster Prom), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Red | Amira (Monster Prom), Omen (Monster Prom), Liam de Lioncourt, Blue | Vicky (Monster Prom), Polly Geist, Doug (Monster Prom) Additional Tags: Friendship, Break Up, Aromantic, Polyamory, Developing Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Drama, Humor, Flirting, Lust at First Sight, Gender Identity, LGBTQ Themes, omen loves boobs <3, Smut, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Strap-Ons, using strap-ons as a form of gender affirmation, Sex Toys, Riding, Doggy Style, Sexual Inexperience Series: Part 3 of omen of chaos Summary:

Omen scarfed down one of her hot dogs in record time, fixing her gaze on Amira. Ultimately, they found nothing to say, because the djinn cupped her hand over the bun of her burger, giving an impossible-to-misinterpret, inappropriate grope.

Vicky stared at the molested burger, then looked away. “Jesus Christ. Doug, did you want to sit somewhere else?”

[gendervapor14]

coraweek day 4 ~ alternate universe (AU)

in an alternate universe rosinante wouldn't want much to change. his father could still die. the humans could still abuse them. he could keep his scars. ladies liked them, anyway. maybe, though, maybe homing could die by another's hand, and maybe doflamingo could hold his hand, and they could walk away. nothing impressive, maybe just another hovel, another hell. it'd be better than piracy. it'd be better than navy. maybe, in an alternate universe, if they stayed together, they would have never fallen apart.