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ZoNa + Thriller Bark + Wedding Dress

an idea for a fic but it doesn’t have a plot

It’s strange. Zoro sees the wedding dress later, after the fact. It’s crumpled in a ball on the floor. Discarded and limp. Forgotten.

He stares at it. Just stares for a long time.

He crouches and picks the dress up. It’s soft to the touch, slippery. It still smells faintly of her.

The white silk is dirty from the grime that covers everything on this floating island. It must have been pristine once. Must have looked beautiful.

He’s brought up short by a thought.

Nami must have looked beautiful in it too.

He can’t reconcile that thought with the inexplicable urge to break something. Some bastard had tried to marry her. His crewmate. His navigator. His—

It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

(my completed zonami works)

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you know it's been like six years and occasionally (more than I should) I think about my Obidala fanfic I'd say yes but you wouldn't want me anyway where I explore the iconic thigh stroke

and I'm still not over this

the comments I got on ff.net:

vs the comments I got on ao3:

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inspired by this artwork

AO3 | FF

specks of starlight out the window

Cinder/Thorne + Missing Scene

Cinder and Thorne sit and play cards while the stars pass by

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me irl

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AO3 | FF

walking with my hand in yours

Cinwell + Snow in New York City

Time moves on and people change but some things remain the same or Cinder and Thorne take a walk in the snow in New York City after the war

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new ficlet ya'll !!

AO3 | FF

death reminds me this is a tragedy

Hermione/Harry + Hurt/Comfort

Dumbledore is dead and Hermione is his only comfort

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it’s finally 2025 and to celebrate I wanna shout out myself for writing a Jeb/Wanda Crack Fic it's the principle of the matter (the pinnacle from which I fall) in 2024 that has gotten 309 views collectively on A03 and FF.net and 0 comments but 1 kudos

truly one of my favorite fics I wrote last year 👍 glad I did it. don’t regret it for a second.

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I just realized you, goldenclasp and thorneswife are the same person and the worst part is that I ALREADY KNEW THAT BUT SOMEHOW FORGOT??? I'm so dumb bye

noooooooooo you’re not dumb! this is all my fault for separating all my interests out into five million different blogs 🥲

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I made a poll for which lunar chronicles wip I should work on, set a timer for 15 minutes, wrote 80 words, got distracted, and now I am scrolling tumblr 😭😭

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I published 43,802 words on AO3 in 2024! (who knows how many I wrote that are still in the drafts) yaya 👍

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new fic !!

AO3 | FF

the kind that leaves me wanting

Scarlet/Thorne + Angst

Scarlet makes a series of poor decisions.

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Valtober 2024

Day 19: Pleasure

Light bursts behind his eyes. Pain. Pleasure. One and the same to him. The two feelings meld together until he can’t tell them apart. He lashes out with his sword and feels it connect with flesh.

His opponent falls to the ground, dead. A gory gash grins up at Valter from the man’s throat.

Valter’s shoulder throbs where the cut marks his skin. Blood drips down his arm. He clutches at the offending wound.

Pleasure in the pain. He feels alive with the stinging in his shoulder. It burns sweetly. There is nothing quite like this.

He lets it bleed.

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Valtober 2024

Day 12: Chase

His hair whips past him as he races down the incline at breakneck speed. Blood pumps through his veins with the thrill of the chase. Blood. How he longs for it.

Ahead of him, his prey scrabbles down the slope as fast as they can.

Valter pushes himself harder and harder towards his goal. Closer and closer he gets. Faster and faster he moves.

Gravel and grass slides under his feet.

He can almost touch them.

He reaches out with his gloved hand. He snags the edge of their hood and yanks them backwards into the point of his javelin.

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Valtober 2024

Day 9: Fire

The torch light reflects in his black eyes. Eirika shivers. These must be what the eyes of death look like.

General Valter sits high on his horse grinning down at her, baring his sharp teeth. He holds his cursed lance proudly and at the ready.

In his eyes, is a fire. It sends a thrill of fear down her spine. She can’t place the blaze in his eyes—doesn’t wish to.

Eirika clutches at her rapier tightly. Seth tenses in front of her on the horse. He raises his broadsword defensively.

Eirika knows before he attacks, the battle is already lost.

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Valtober 2024

Day 7: Victory

It pulses through his veins, white hot and intoxicating. Victory. It tastes better than blood on his tongue. He surveys the battle field awash with the carnage of broken bodies. Ally and enemy alike lie dead before him.

And he alone lives, triumphant.

Gravel crunches under his boots as he paces along the grassy incline.

He can hear them still, the screams of the dying. Their suffering. It fills him with exhilaration. Sets his heart thudding in his chest. Makes his breath quicken.

He grips his lance in his fist, relishing the weight of it. The power.

He is undefeated.

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just a touch

100 Word Obidala Drabble:

“The baby likes you.” Padme whispers. “He kicks when you place your hand—” She smooths Obiwan’s palm over the swell of her belly. “Here.”

Padme is right. The child squirms under his touch.

“See?” Her voice is still hushed. “He already knows you.”

He smiles warmly at her and indulges in the happy smile she returns.

It’s this knowing smile that Anakin reads into. Sees something there isn’t and accusations are shouted and threats thrown.

Padme cries.

That’s how they know she is close to birth.

“Ani calm down! There’s nothing between him and me!”

Obiwan winces, because it’s true.

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TLC Ship Weeks 2024

Winthorne + Change the Universe

and decisions, they change us

“All by yourself?” A voice asks.

Thorne turns in his seat, ready to woo and—

He’s stunned. The stranger beside him is breathtaking. Angelic. Curvy. She has long curly hair and bright golden eyes. And three imperfect scars running down the side of her cheek.

He only pauses a second before quickly brushing the little tuft of bangs back into his eyes. He licks his lips, and tries out his most dashing smile.

She blinks at him balefully.

“Maybe I am.” He says.

A corner of her lip quirks up. “Maybe?”

The woman he meets that night changes his life forever.