#chapter 908

[algumaideia]

Kuma was a king????

Wow poor guy

Sabo :) don't die pretty please

There is a king

I was thinking it was too weird to have five guys ruling everything together because there is always a mess on those types of stuff

[that-starry-freak]

I had this old Sun/moon x reader story where the reader was an amnesiac after they got into a car crash. And they met Sun and Moon though their sister, who's child goes to the daycare. And they had recently lost their job and Sun offered them one. They agreed, but they couldn't shake off that Sun was /familiar/. And they kept having these weird dreams, but it was always fuzzy after they woke up.

And it ended up turning out that they had built Sun and Moon in secret, but Fazbear had staged a car crash and stole their design- they were meant to die, but when they lost their memory, fazbear thought it was good enough.

I kind of want to work on it again- obvio7s change the story a lot-

And, uhh- i redesigned y/n and their bff-? (Old designs on left, new on right)

Augh, old art. Ew.

Really proud of the reader design tbh, I slayed with the short hair-

Also it was called "dreams and memories" and I had actually written part of it lmao-

Their other bff (who never had a design) was named Steve. Y/n's sister was named Jessica, and their niece was named Sarah (they called them June bug, id probalg just change her name to June tbh)

Also the description was "People wonder whats the difference between a dream and a memory. Some say everything. But me? I say nothing." Which w as kidn of slay but also cringe.

Anyway, I like the general idea of the reader being an amnesiac and slowly getting their memory back.

I also liek the idea of the reader being Sun and Moon's creator

Im probaly going to make 2 different aus-

[mugiwara-lucy]

I STILL believe Imu is Rocks D Xebec 😅

[widowbitessting]

Bedtime? What Bedtime? A Sugar Mommies Drabble

Prompt: Reader/baby reacting to getting a bedtime after not resting enough in one of her exam periods.

Word Count: 908

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom! Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

“A bedtime?” You say, eyes nearly bulging from your head. “What am I? 4?” 

“The way you’re acting right now, yes, yes, you are.” Natasha replies. 

“I am not going - no! No way! That’s ridiculous! Wanda, back me up here!” 

The older woman just shakes her head and holds her hands up in a mock surrender. 

“Normally I would, but this time I actually side with Carol and Natasha; baby girl.”

You glower at her. How could she? 

“I am not having a bedtime.”

“How much sleep did you get last night, detka?” Natasha asks. You open your mouth to reply, a cocky response on the tip of your tongue, your inner brat riling up, ready to swing; but when the red head raises her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, your brat vanishes in a puff of pathetic smoke. 

“I - why is that important?” 

“Because your dom is asking you, that’s why.” She replies. “Now answer the question.” 

“...I don’t see why I have to…” 

“5.” 

“What?” You stare at Wanda. 

“4.

“What is she doing? Why is she counting?” 

“3.” 

“...Wanda…” 

“2.” 

“Answer Natasha’s question, Y/N. Your final warning before things get ugly.” Wanda says, her glare fixed just on you.

“I don’t know…I finally…I…crashed around 3…maybe 4am?” 

“When did you wake up?” Wanda asks, stepping towards you. You automatically try to step back but Carol is there behind you, blocking your body from any chance of escape. 

“7…”

“That had better be PM babygirl.” Carol whispers into your ear. 

“A-AM…” 

“So last night, you’re telling me, you slept for 3 hours?!” Natasha shouts, she really doesn’t mean to, but she knows for sure people at the local Starbucks heard her.

“Maybe? I mean…it was like a nap…”

“Not helping your case there, bunny.” Carol murumers. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think that through.” You try to move from around Carol’s body but her grasp tightens around your wrists and she doesn’t let you budge.

“Oh no, sugar.” She smirks. “You’re not getting away that easily.” 

“What are we going to do with you?” Natasha sighs. 

“Oh I know perfectly well what to do with her,” Wanda glares at you, causing you to let out a pathetic sound and burrow into Carol.

“Save me and I’ll do your chores for a month, Danvers.”

The blonde cackles, momentarily letting you go, and you take your chance. Making a dive for freedom that is short lived. Carol snatches you back up and holds you in a hold so tight that no amount of wiggling will set you free.

“Nice try, baby, but you aren’t going to bribe me that easily. Now be good, accept your punishment like a good little brat.”

“But -” 

“No buts, unless it’s yours.” Carol says. 

Your grin slides off your face when you make eye contact with Wanda. 

“Now, whilst we discuss your brand new and very permanent bedtime, you may go to your corner and kneel, and think about the apology letters that you will be writing to each of us.” 

“Each?!” 

“With no complaints.” Her tone is firm and you really have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at her. Instead, you just gape at all of them.

“I - what…?” 

“Off you go, sweetness. The grownups have some stuff to discuss.” Wanda tells you, squishing your cheeks as you pass her. “You know what to do and what position we like. I’ll come and tap your shoulder when you’re done; understood?”

“Yes.”

Her fingers squeeze just a little harder.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, mommy.” 

“Good. Off you go.” 

That night, at 9:55pm, you’re lying in bed with Wanda as she reads to you another chapter from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. You lie there, facing her, head cradled against her chest as she reads some of the dialect from Albus Dumbledore and you can’t help but shake the exhausted feeling in your body. Your eyes are heavy, burning with sleep and you fight with them to stay open. It’s when you yawn, do you catch Wanda’s attention and she leans down to kiss your temple.

“Sleep, detka. Don’t fight it. We will all be here in the morning when you wake up.”

“But -” 

“- and you can finish your work too, with breakfast if you’d like.”

“No…I wanna know what happens in the book.”

Wanda giggles, and looks down at you with adoration.

“How many times have you read these, baby?” she asks.

“...couple…”

“And yet you want to know what happens?” 

“Just call me Dory.” 

That earns you another laugh and this time, a peck on the lips.

“How about this, if you fall asleep, I stop reading immediately and we can continue on during breakfast. Does that sound okay?” 

“...I’d like that.” You yawn again.

“Good girl,” she says. “Now shut those beautiful eyes for me.”

You do as you’re told.

“And don’t forget, bedtime is at 10pm, yes?”

“Mhm.” 

“One day it might even be 10:30. But for now, 10pm works just fine I think. Don’t you think so?” 

She’s baiting you. But you’re far too exhausted to bite. So you just sleepily agree and vow to fight her on bed time tomorrow, when you’re fully refreshed. 

It’s a very good plan. Foolproof some might say. 

You fall asleep as Wanda reaches the end of the chapter and dream of nothing.

Smiling when Wanda tucks you in and settles down for the night also. 

One word on your mind: bliss. 

[ghostinyrmachine]

what fresh hells

first chapter of my first fic. pls enjoy!

AO3

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Raphael x F!Tav

word count: 908(ish)

sfw (for now👀)

Narrowly surviving the final showdown at the House of Hope, Tav finds herself on the wrong side of the portal back to Baldur's Gate. While her companions escaped with the Orphic Hammer, Tav is left behind in Avernus with the devil she knows all too well.

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His clawed hand closing around your wrist was the last thing you’d felt before the portal closed, the only way out of Avernus now severed, completely and resolutely. It had taken all your companions’ might to escape the House of Hope in one piece. Hope herself, though, hadn’t been so lucky. And now, it seemed, neither were you. Just as the view of your friends, safe on the other side of the veil, flickered out of existence, the cambion had pulled you away. Inches from freedom, close enough to feel the portal’s rippling surface vanish from your fingertips, you were caught.

The cavernous entryway, once clamoring with swords and lightning, suddenly fell silent. Raphael’s voice no longer echoed off the walls, booming in your ears as you and your party scraped and clawed their way back to the diabolist’s office. Now, just the pounding of your heart in your ears, the adrenaline still awash over you as you stared at the spot that was supposed to be the last step towards defeating the Absolute. The charred corpses of Yurgir and the lesser cambions strewn across the marble floor. Even Hope, looking up at you with eyes glazed in death, had no words left for you.

It had felt like time slowed the moment you saw Raphael waiting for you in the foyer, but this, this stillness was different. There was nothing magical or fabricated about it. The resoluteness of the moment was overwhelming, the failure undeniable. Your little adventure had finally come to an end. Snared in the devil’s trap that had been laid for you who knows how long ago.

You hadn’t wanted to steal the hammer, not necessarily. You hadn’t meant to anger the devil whose deals you’d managed to circumvent thus far. You were so near to defeating the Elder Brain, the Netherstones all within your possession and the last of your party’s business in Baldur’s Gate almost complete.

But after rescuing Lae’zel from Orin, you felt you owed it to her to free Orpheus. Maybe afford her the same freedom each of you had sought throughout your shared journey. It was the last step, a simple task. Infiltrating the Nine Hells had been much easier than you’d thought. From there, it had all seemed so straightforward. “Find the key. Take the hammer. Smash my chains.”

And yet, here you stood. Beaten and bloodied, further away from salvation than you’d ever been. Lae’zel and the party had escaped with the hammer, sure, but you had been left behind.

“Little mouse…”

The sudden rumble of Raphael’s voice a thunderclap, awakening you from the frozen state of shock you’d fell into for those milliseconds that lasted eons.

“It seems the claw has finally come down.”

Snapped back into reality, you struggled against his grip, eyes locked on Hope’s demented expression as you collected enough of your mind to plot an escape. You could get out of this. Somehow, some way, you could still make a run for it. Maybe back to the room of mirrors that you’d passed as you dashed down the hallway. Or Korilla, where had Korilla gone? She must have followed your companions through the portal or cast some teleportation spell like she and her master had done so many times before. Straining against the white-hot talons encircling your wrist, you wracked your brain for anything that might deliver you back in Baldur’s Gate.

Raphael tutted, “Ah, ah, ah, Tav, it is well and truly over.” Overpowering you easily, he swung your body towards him, clutching your other wrist just as strongly as the first. Holding your helpless hands against his chest, he glared down at you as you yanked against his ever-tightening grip.

The fire in his eyes burning hotter than you’d ever seen, even when Hope sacrificed herself to reopen the portal, and he beamed at you with the fury and desperation of a man who had had very nearly perished. The lacerations and burns covering his body proved you and your friends had put up a hell of a fight, perhaps bringing him closer to death than he’d ever been. Every resource at his disposal still wasn’t enough to kill your band of heroes; the only thing he had to show for himself was the thrashing body of a mortal, only defeated by a last-minute, desperate swipe of frustration.

In fact, even as you struggled against him, you detected a hint of shock under his wrath. It appeared he was almost as surprised as you that you hadn’t crossed the portal’s threshold. His taunting, so second-nature to him, barely concealed the awe he felt at having secured this small triumph. The features of his infernal face betrayed him, his grimace replacing what should have been the knowing smirk of someone always three steps ahead.

You paused, fully absorbed in the flurry of emotion he was experiencing, taken aback that he was somehow just as confused as you were.

“Well, you have made quite the mess of things, haven’t you?”

His expression shifted too quickly for you to delve any further into his mind; the plastered, devilish smile you’d come to loathe reappearing instantaneously.

Before you could open your mouth to protest, he released his grip on you, just long enough to snap.

Suddenly, you found yourself back in the boudoir you’d ransacked just hours ago. Your wrists raised in front of you, you stood motionless, alone yet alive somewhere in Avernus.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Asking Bid

Anselm Vogelweide x GN!Reader • Rating: PG •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: A new player at your bridge club is an awful cheat.

A/N: I don't know what this is. I was trying to write the 3rd chapter of Free Ride and instead, this happened. (Also asking bid in a bridge term, you don't need to know anything about the game to read this.)

Warnings: fluffy silliness, self-indulgent as HECK, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 908

It was annoying really, that he had sat at your table. Even if it wasn’t your table really. 

You couldn’t help but think of it that way, you’d been coming to the bridge games on Tuesday evenings for the last sixteen weeks. And this was were you always sat. 

You’d started coming by accident, your Great Aunt Anne had been going for a little over three years, but had had to stop when she’d moved to be closer to your Uncle. She’d asked you to take a cake stand (a lavishly decorated china thing) to her friend, Rose, at the bridge club. Rose had always loved it apparently, and Anne had forgotten to give it to her on their last meeting. 

So you’d gone to drop it off, a five minute job. Somehow you’d been roped into this very serious business of card games and cake and tea that was usually more gin than water. 

Plus every single member was an absolute delight to be around. 

So you’d come back, week after week.

And it was the first time you’d seen him here. This stranger encroaching on your territory. 

Ilse had introduced him as her nephew Anselm, and then laughed at how he was technically her second cousin, twice removed, but that was far too much of a mouthful. 

Most of the others already knew him and greeted him with an endearing fondness, while they lavished him with slices upon slices of homemade cakes. 

He seemed nice enough when you’d shaken his hand and introduced yourself. Charming even, with his wild hair and little smile.

However, when the first games started, that was when the problems started to arise.

There was a squeak of metal when he moved. Which he did. A lot. More than a lot. More than could be considered just causal fidgeting. He was doing it on purpose, and after he and Ilse had won the first two hands you were sure it was a way for him to subtly signal her. 

His glasses as well were shaded with yellow on one side, quirky you’d thought at first, but now you were sure he was using them to hide his gaze when he tried to look at your cards. 

You scowled at him, moving your hand and holding them closer to your chest. 

The bastard grinned. He had the actual audacity to wink from behind his unclouded lens, practically admitting to his treachery. 

You glared back and he chuckled as he laid the seven of hearts. 

Despite your best efforts, the cheating pair won the next two games as well. 

There was a break for more tea, and cake, and gossiping if you were all really honest. 

And you just couldn’t help yourself. You made a beeline for him at the table that had been set up with baked goods the second Ilse had stepped away. 

“Hey,” you hiss, lightly touching his arm. 

He turned slowly, beaming at you like a trickster god as if he had just been waiting for you to approach. 

“Hello my dear, are you enjoying your evening? My dear Tante has spoken very greatly of you, as have all the other lovely players here.”

You’re taken aback for a moment by the sincere look he gives you, the intensity of his gaze not stifling but lifting, making you feel weightless. “I… erm…” You swallow, your annoyance quickly returning as his smile widens. “You’re cheating!” You growl. 

“Why,” he places his free hand on his chest, the other holding his cup and saucer carefully, “I am shocked, appalled even,” he continues to beam wildly. 

“Don’t give me that, I know you are!” You whisper. 

“You didn’t let me finish, my dear.” He takes a sip of his tea, watching you over the china cup, and then pulls his silk handkerchief out of his breast pocket to lightly dab at his lip. “I am shocked that you had the nerve to come over and say it to my face.” 

You tut and fold your arms, trying to hide the odd twist in your stomach and shiver along your spine. It’s strange, being this close to him. The energy that he exhumes. It’s like standing next to a tiger. Part of you screams to step away, while the other much louder part is too drunk on the thrill.

“Besides, everyone here cheats,” he gestures to the jam tarts, offering you one, you shake your head, “my dear Tante cheats the most of all.” 

“I know that.” 

“Then why are you so worked up, hmm?” He bites his lips together, leaning a fraction closer. 

There’s a pause in the air, he obviously knows why. But wants, so eagerly for you to be the one to say it. 

“Because…” You swallow.

“Because?” He repeats, adding a little sing song tone to it. 

“Because usually, my cheating is still better.” 

He chuckles, thoroughly amused. “Exactly what I thought, you are not used to losing, hmm?” 

You can’t help but smile a little, your shoulders relaxing. “Not really.” 

His grin widens, “well then, I know how to fix this.” He offers the crook of his arm. “We will have to play on the same team for the next set of games, won’t we?” 

His expression is infectious, untamed in his windswept glee. How can you refuse?

You gently slip your fingers onto his arm and his eyes shine. 

“Delightful.” He chuckles, “We will make quite the pair.” 

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[intothepast9]

a bunch of pandalily microfics!

Over April, I wrote 30 microfics (or parts of microfics) from @pandalilymicrofics just as a fun little exercise, so here's the end result!

alternatively I put them all in a collection

oasis -- 374 words,  April 29th prompt "carmine"

background check -- 576 words, April 28th "immersive"

introductions -- 443 words, April 27 prompt "displeased"

detention -- 1468 words, prompts April 24-26: "dignified", "quirk", and "slump"

polyjuice -- 437 words, potions class, April 23 prompt "animate"

school newspaper -- 392 words, April 22 prompt "sensation"

clarity -- 476 words, April 21 prompt "sensation"

picnic at boy scout camp -- 570 words, 2020 AU, April 20 prompt "cooped up"

dirty plant water -- 529 words, cat adoption fluff, April 19 prompt "rosemary"

birthday -- 590 words, April 18th prompt "prickle"

help will be given -- 358 words, April 17th prompt "contract"

sunshine -- 1704 words, chance encounter, April 12 prompt "profound" and April 16 prompt "startling" (2 chapters)

workaround -- 464 words, breaking curfew at Hogwarts, April 15th prompt "hush-hush"

just a harmless fantasy -- 579 words, fluff, April 14th prompt "heartless"

to host a dinner -- 630 words, third date, April 11 prompt "domestic"

queen of the playground -- 908 words, April 10 prompt "transparent"

running up that hill -- 465 words, April 9 prompt "heartbeats"

museum -- ~2000 words, April 8 prompt "fossil" (restricted on AO3 due to religious trauma lol), April 13th, "flinch", and April 30th, "cruelty"

head girl -- 570 words, April 7 prompt "small talk"

runaway -- 439 words, "would you run away with me?" April 6 prompt: "corners"

out of the city -- 483 words, coffee shop/first date. April 5 prompt: "lush"

no diagnosis -- 615 words. "I think I'm bad at kissing." AKA the fluffiest thing I've ever written. April 4 prompt "mediocre"

psych major -- 444 words, "they were roommates". April 3 prompt: "ticklish"

south facing windows -- 470 words, apartment hunting. April 2 prompt: "first look"

eye of a newt, eye to the soul -- 506 words, academic jealousy? April 1 prompt: "marvelous"

[imsosoheee]

☆彡 always and forever chapter 9: what am i to u?

wc: 908 (smau at the bottom!!)

"anton..." you whined, tugging at the back of his shirt. you and sohee were still on the bed, while anton, facing the door, laughed. "anton, delete your tweet!"

his shoulders shook with amusement as he turned to you. "it's not funny!" you huffed and looked at sohee for help, but he only grinned wider. you clasped his hand in both of yours, pleading. "i don't see the big deal. we do this all the time," sohee chuckled.

"yeah, but sion saw it," you pouted. sohee's smile faltered for a split second at the mention of his roommate’s name, while anton raised a brow.

"is he here right now?" you asked sohee. he pulled his hand from yours, shaking his head. "i don't think so. won’t you see him in class anyway?"

you rolled your eyes at his sudden moodiness.

"you guys cuddle all the time?" anton asked skeptically, sitting down on the bed.

you and sohee both nodded.

"i mean, things like this are kind of natural when you've known someone as long as sohee and i have," you explained. "but at the same time, we've known each other forever, and this is only my second time meeting you. i haven't even met shotaro, sungchan, eunseok, or seunghan..."

"yeah, we should all hang out. you're pretty cool, and your friends seem funny from what i see on twitter."

"that can be planned," sohee said, getting out of bed. you took this as a queue to leave, "ok, i gotta go to class, so i'll let you guys carry out your plans or whatever."

"i'll walk you back," sohee offered.

"no, it's ok. anton's already here for you anyway," you refused, grabbing clothes from his closet and changing before heading out.

that day, you didn’t hear from sion at all—no good morning text, no good night text, nothing. even though you’d only been texting consistently for a week, the absence felt significant. a mix of panic and sadness settled in, but you figured sohee was right: you’d see him in class.

the next day, you got to class early, a jittery feeling lingering in your mind. you hoped you hadn’t messed things up, though you weren’t sure what there was to mess up in the first place.

when sion finally arrived, he didn’t sit beside you. instead, he took a seat a few rows ahead, quickly surrounded by others. he didn’t owe you anything—he didn’t have to talk to you, text you, or sit with you. but it still stung. maybe you liked him more than you thought.

determined to clear the air, you decided to talk to him after class. luckily, the professor set aside the last ten minutes for group discussions—the project was starting soon, and she advised everyone to plan accordingly.

as soon as class ended, sion made a beeline for the exit. you hadn’t pegged him as the avoidant type.

"sion!" you called, frantically shoving your things into your bag. "sion, wait—"

your foot slipped, and your books went crashing to the floor. only then did he stop, hesitating before walking over to help you gather your things. the air between you felt heavy. "hi," you breathed out, chuckling awkwardly as he handed you your books with a quiet mumble of acknowledgment.

"we need to talk about the project," you tried again, searching his eyes, but he wouldn't meet your gaze. you reached for his hand. "sion, please listen." his eyes flickered to yours before dropping again. "yeah, we can talk about the project," he finally said.

you led him outside to a bench. "the weather's getting chillier," you said, trying to fill the silence. he nodded, clearing his throat. "the project?"

"sion, i don’t really want to talk about the project." you hesitated. "i haven't heard from you in a bit. did i do something?” he fidgeted with the rips in his jeans, gaze fixed on the passing students. "i follow you on twitter, you know," was all he said. you sighed—it was all anton’s fault.

"maybe i read the situation wrong, but i thought we were getting along well, yn..." his voice trailed off. "i thought you and sohee were just friends. i should’ve known from the pictures in his room—"

"we are! sohee is just a friend. we've known each other forever, so we're closer than average friends, but that's all it is," you lied without thinking, biting your lip.

"i don’t like being played with, yn." his tone was firm, final. for the first time, you doubted everything wonyoung had ever told you.

"i don’t either. and i would never do that to you." your voice softened. "i promise sohee is just a friend, and i was—still am—interested in getting to know you better. talking to you, spending time with you... it’s new, exciting. i don’t want that to stop." now it was your turn to fidget, waiting for his response.

finally, a smile broke across his face. "if you say so."

relief flooded your chest. "i'm so glad! i was so scared i messed everything up and you would hate me—"

"i missed you," he admitted, placing his hand over yours, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin. a blush crept up your cheeks at the gesture.

"when are you free? wanna come over to mine this time?" you asked, suddenly shy. "every day after three," he winked.

you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this warm inside.

☆彡 always and forever ☆彡 NEXT ☆彡 BACK

a/n: this chapter's song is what am i to u? by yel!!!! such a cutie song

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[slylock-syl]

Tensions are still high-

Chapter 7: Re:Gain >Pages 907 - 908<

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[awindandtruthliveblog]

[Wind and Truth: Chapter 90]

Okay, Navani. Are we saying the destruction is total?

Ice skating?? Shinovar really is a different world.

Stoneshaping Urithiru story

He's got a plan it's cool

Immediate turnaround from this Highspren. We're talking easy mode redemption

Chanah's sword, thanks Gavilar for mentioning it this book, you still suck though

Yeah Honorbearers vanishing to smoke tells me their Investiture is destroyed. Are they all Lightweavings or Investiture beings? Raboniel's daughter's insides burn from anti-Voidlight. Jezrien gets a little wound that trails smoke. Eyes burn from Shardblades cutting the soul directly

Wow he knows about wood dust explosions. You can do it with flour too!

Yeah they can just Divide people? Can they sever Connections that way, or is that a Bondsmith thing Ishar did?

We're pulling hydrogen from the air too? Did Brandon have a day where he learned how to make explosives?

Oh shit Elid! A page after Szeth learns lmao

Yeah, Szeth! You can just stop! Whenever! Right to give up and leave!

(Ishar?) can summon people like that? Even if he did something to them?

Yeah, Nale? Ishar explained it? He didn't even tell you about Chanah.

Nale that's not the argument you think it is. You aren't the law. You're a person, still.

"I have been told we are" is good though actually

Oh no Szeth they're hurting you a lot :(

Oh hey Sigzil

I think Habrinar is right. Why would Odium agree if he was winning?

Yeah wait what if the rulers of each battleground area sign a thing saying something like the Azish Prime sitting the throne? I guess no one thought of that. Or Wit did, given his vague "I've thought of everything" bit.

Wow page 908 statts with Vienta feeling Bad. She's so much cooler than that though. She should feel good.

Right after, though, the capital R in Rocks made me think of Lunamor, and uh, rough.

Ah. Odium's perpendicularity? I guess that's also discordant maybe?

Honor's betrayal of Mishram is one thing. But did Narak fall from the fourth moon hitting it?

Secrets even the gods didn't understand???

I can't bring more into this section. It's clarification, but also only a small piece of the puzzle.

[astrosfaerydae]

Kinktober Masterlist!

So first off some housekeeping. Prompts are based off of Nymphare's Kinktober 2024 List. They will range in ratings from G-E(some prompts like first dates don't necessarily need to be explicit imo). I will be swapping between the dead dove and general list. I wont be doing all of them but as it stands I think I have 25... I cut a few to make room for dealers choice which I am excited for to say the least. This list will be updated as I make the posts for each prompt. Anyways lets get to it!

🎃 Day 1: Costumes (General List)

Rating: T Words: 908 Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Costumes, Canon Comp, Halloween Party, Chan and his many man crushes that Felix uses to his advantage 🔗: Cloud Vs. Fred Flintstone

🎃 Day 2: Hybrids AU (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.6k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Hybrids AU, Cat Hybrid!Jisung, Major Character Injury, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort 🔗: Astray CW// Domestic Abuse, Animal Abuse, Injury, Broken Bones (none of these are in graphic detail however but here just in case)

Day 3 (no post)

🎃 Day 4: Firsts (General List)

Rating: G Words: 1k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: First dates, fluff, lots of fluff, sickfic(kinda), Canon comp 🔗: For so Long I Have Waited “Do you remember what today was supposed to be?” Minho asked, gently swaying back and forth. He was all dressed up with nowhere to go in comparison to Jisung’s big ratty tee-shirt and boxers. 

🎃Day 5: Eating Something Sensually (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.1k Pairing: Minsung Main tags: Blow jobs, canon comp, Minho is a grump, fluff and smut, Banana's 🔗: Ba-Na-Na, Ba-Na-Na "Why don't you come over here and taste the real thing?"

🎃Day 6: Terms of Endearment (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.2k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon comp, excessive use of the word baby, Idiots in Love, Getting together, Fluff 🔗: I'm Holding on to Hope, It's a Problem I Admit “And you are sure you aren't a natural blonde or did the bleach strip your brain cells too?” “Would you stop making fun of me?!” Felix laughed softly trying to hide the slight sniffle. Jisung must’ve noticed, however, as he pulled him into a crushing hug. “You love him don’t you?”

🎃Day 7: Forbidden Love (General List)

Rating: E Words: 4.6k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Royalty Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Power Imbalance, King Chan, Servant Felix 🔗: Scared to Burn the Page Felix entered the room and stood like a statue until the doors shut. Even after, his demeanor was unusually sheepish. To be fair, a private meeting with the king is rarely ever a good thing. And depending on Felix’s reaction, it hopefully would be a great thing. “Relax,” Chan said, forcing a smile, “I didn't call you here to berate you. Quite the opposite actually.” “Oh,” Felix’s gait grew more confident as he approached the king, “So what am I here for, your majesty.”

🎃Day 8: Watersports/omorashi (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 3k Pairing: Poly skz (Jilix, Minsung, Chanlix) Main tags: Omorashi, Kink exploration, desperation, frottage 🔗: Take the Pleasure With the Pain, Double Doses “Have you ever heard of something called,” Felix paused for a moment as he tried to remember what it was properly called, “I think the term is, uhmm, Omorashi?” “DUDE!” Jisung nearly choked on his drink making Felix shrink against the wall, knocking over a broom in the process.

🎃 Day 9: One True Love (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Royalty AU, Prince Felix, Guard Chan, Post-break up, arranged marriage, true love conquers all 🔗: Pull Me Close and Twist the Knife Neither was happy about the arrangement. It was clear in the way that Jisu walked down the aisle. Her face drenched in tears of hopeless misery, more falling with each step. Felix, too, was crying as he looked at her with pity. They didn’t want this.

Day 10 (No post)

Day 11: Corruption Kink (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.6k (chapter 1) Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Corruption kink, Church Retreat, Jisung is the pastors son, Minho is forced to be there, First times, Blow jobs “Are you ok? You seem down.” 🔗: Maybe Hell Ain't So Bad After All “Just peachy,” His voice was sweet but his lips had curled into a sarcastic snarl, “I was forced to be here so please if you aren't here to fuck me or feed me please leave me alone.” “O-oh okie-dokie then,��

Notes:

cw// Religious guilt, blasphemy, Negative talk about religion, implied homophobia This one has two chapters! Chapter two is coming on the 30th! But they can be read separately! title: If I'm There by Bad Omens

🎃 Day 11: PDA (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Hiding in Plain Sight, Not so secret, Alcohol, Drunken Karaoke, Fluff 🔗: Hey, I Want Your PDA CW// Alcohol Changbin turned his chair to fully face Felix, “Are you ok?” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jisung added as he turned in their direction as well. Felix tried to speak but the words kept getting caught in his throat. It didn’t help that Chan was giggling like a drunken fool beside him, “Wait d-did you not see—” “You did see a ghost! I knew this place was haunted!!” Jisung sounded way too excited about that.

🎃Day 12: Subspace/Domspace (General List)

Rating: E Words: 2.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon Comp, Choking, Sub Felix, Dom Chan, Still somehow fluffy..., Subspace, Doms need reassurance too (Please read all the tags on the fic thoroughly) 🔗: You Always Wanna Run Your Mouth  “Well that worked better than I thought,” Chan chuckled proudly, “Now, open wide.”

Day 13 (No Post)

🎃Day 14: Somno (DDDNE)

Rating: Explicit Words: 2.7K Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Somnophilia, Canon Compliant, Anal sex, Consensual Non-consent but even that is dubious, Angst and Fluff and Smut 🔗: I Don't Believe You When You Tell Me You Are Fine Then there was a comment on reddit he couldn’t get out of his head. “My girlfriend wakes me up with a blowjob every morning. 10/10 would recommend.”

🎃Day 15: Wearing Your Significant Others Clothing (Gen List)

Rating: E Words: 1.5k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Canon Compliant, Newlywed dorm, Smut, Frottage, fluffy smut! 🔗: If We Have Each Other “Hey, babe,” Hyunjin leaned inside the steamy bathroom, hanging onto the door frame, “Do you know where my clothes are?” Changbin moved the shower curtain enough to poke his head out. Despite the situation Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle a little at the ball of white suds on top of Changbin’s head, running down his face, making him look like Santa Claus, “Shouldn’t they be in the bedroom?” “Yes, but I looked already,” Hyunjin whined, “It's not there.”

🎃Day 16: Dealers choice: Blood (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 4.4k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Blood, Blood as Lube, Violence, Fluff(yes fluff), Smut, Vamp/Human, Purgatory, Supernatural Crossover 🔗: Killed and Born Again His soul was never meant for purgatory. Yes, he was a hunter before he was turned and could survive here, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he had to survive here.

Notes:

CW// (It's DDDNE soooo yea) Blood, Vampire bites, Violence, Death The only context readers need to understand this if you haven't read any of the Love is The Death series is as follows: Jisung was a hunter turned vamp and was killed. Minho was a revenant who refused to crossover, but was eventually convinced by Chan and Felix. Chapter one is the smut and Chapter two is the plot for those that care to read it but it's not necessary if you are just here for kinktober lol!

🎃Day 17: Edging (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Orgasm Edging, Orgasm denial, Technicaly CNC, Light BDSM, Canon comp, Felix is a stubborn brat CW// Consensual Non Consent (Felix can't say no or he loses the bet) 🔗: Take Me Past The Edge It was a stupid bet. He had been bragging about his stamina compared to Chan’s. A simple teasing remark to rile him up. Quickly it devolved into a competition and of course Felix felt the need to prove himself.

🎃Day 18: Praise Kink (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Praise kink, Canon comp, Unintentional Arousal, Chan is oblivious to what he's done, Hand Jobs, Cum swallowing, PWP 🔗: I am a Good Boy With a deep breath he tried again. It wasn’t much better in his opinion. “Loosen up a bit, shake it out! Your voice is beautiful, just project it a bit more forward on this next take, babe,” Felix could hear the smile in Chan’s voice, making him blush. Another take and Felix waited for feedback. It was taking a bit which put him on edge, “Mmhm, just like that,” with Chan’s voice over the intercom the anxiety lifted, “Let’s move on to the intro and first verse next, that was gorgeous Lix. Beautiful.” 

🎃Day 19: Love At First Sight (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1.5k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Mutual Pining, Not actually unrequited love, very light angst, FLUFF(yes in caps you think I'm gonna get love at first sight and not make it fluffy as fuck) 🔗: We Were Just Kids When We Fell In Love Seven years later “So let me get this straight, so you're telling me you have been in love with Felix from day one? He doesn’t know! AND you aren’t planning on telling him?!”

🎃Day 20: Will You Marry Me?

Rating: G Words: 1.6k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Fluff, marriage proposals, some humor, Canon Comp 🔗: I Love You and That's All I Really Know  “You are going to what? Repeat that, please!” Chan stared back at Changbin with wide-eyed excitement. Jisung too was bouncing in his seat waiting for him to answer. “I am going to ask Hyunjin to marry me,” Changbin sighed, the relief of getting this massive secret off of his chest was immense. “When?! How?! I need all the details!” Jisung squealed back in excitement.

🎃Day 22: Kissing All of Them

Rating: T Words: 9k (7 chapters) Pairing: Felix-centric Polyskz Main Tags: Fluff, First kisses, poly skz, getting together, light angst, Canon Comp 🔗: Every Kiss Gets a Little Sweeter  “I’ve never kissed anyone,” The alcohol had melted through Felix’s brain to mouth filter, he meant to say yes but the overwhelming insecurity hit him like a truck. “Wait,” Jisung rolled to the side and stared up at the ceiling in confusion, “You have three sexy ass boyfriends and you haven’t kissed any of them? Not even Chan?! Didn’t you ever play spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven? What did you do in school, study?!”

🎃Day 23: Aphrodisiacs

Rating: E Words: 2.4k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Smut, canon comp, desperately horny, fluff(its chanlix its gonna still be sweet) 🔗: Fuck Me! No, Really Fuck Me! “How many did you eat?!” Jisung seemed exceedingly worried as he slammed the door behind them. “I dunno, like a handful? Were they special or something?” “I swear to god you keep this between me, you and Chan. Me and Minho take one after concerts before we head home… they have a mix of things that uhhhh spice things up.” “So they make you horny? That’s what's happening to me?” It made sense but this was way more intense than just a bit of extra spice. 

[Main Masterlist]

[thedarkestcrow]

"10th Blog Anniversary" Post - The Present

When I started this blog in 2015, I was studying math, and even though my studies are finished, I still love numbers and statistics. And thanks to my more or less consisting tagging system, which I implemented quite early on, I can get some pretty reliable statistics for my blog that I find quite interesting. So what better occasion than the 10th anniversary of my blog to share some of those numbers. To date there are…

…12 578 posts in total, including reblogs and my own posts. That works out to about 3.5 posts a day for the past 10 years. And from those posts there are…

…4 908 replies to messages I’ve received through the askbox. I remember there was a time when I really got a lot of messages. Some days I was answering about 10 messages a day. It definitely got to be too much, and I had to occasionally close my askbox before closing it permanently. Still, those messages often contained lovely words and great ideas that inspired me.

…54 posts about “small details” as I tagged them. I always loved how Yana placed some clues or references in the manga. For example, similarities to real settings or historical events. Or how there are sometimes little side plots that are picked up much later or are referenced in later chapters. Even funny little details like Phipps’ chicken. I love such details and I loved looking for them. It’s as if Yana was placing these little treats for us to find.

…47 “crack edits”. Yeah, there are some pretty weird ones among them but they were really fun to make, too. XD

The top 5 characters I’ve posted about are:

5. Grell Sutcliff (huh, kinda surprised about that one since Grell is not really among my favorite characters but I suppose Grell is quite popular in the fandom)

4. Elizabeth Midford (ahh, I love Lizzy as a strong female character with great depth)

3. Undertaker (the great mystery, a lot to speculate and there’s still so much we don’t know about him)

2. Ciel Phantomhive (no surprise there)

1. Sebastian Michaelis (only slightly above Ciel and again, no surprise)

[forbebeandjam]

Without You | Bada Lee/ BEBE x Fem Reader | MINI SERIES

Summary: you mange to find a way back home but two of the girls become infected.

Word Count: 908

A/N: almost done!!! Next would be the last chapter so hopefully it’s to your liking 🩵

•CURE•

You could recognize her anywhere. That bicolor hair was a dead giveaway. Bada was still hitting the man.

"BADA! BADA! STOP!" you yelled as you pulled her back.

"I told you to stay! I told you to stay with them. Why are you so fucking stubborn!?" you pushed her chest. You were beyond mad at her for making you worry.

"What would you have done if I did, huh?"

"I would have done what I had to. Anything, Bada. I can't lose you!"

"What about me!? What would I do without you!? I would die, Y/N. Get that through your fucking head!"

You stayed silent for a moment.

"Let's not talk about us anymore. I... I don't really care. I want to get to the girls. Sowoen is scared to death and I need to get them out of there. Let's go," You said as you walked towards the passenger door. 

"So, you don't care, huh? About us? About me," 

"Don't start. You know I do. But I have no head to think about us when there is other people as stake. Sowoen... she killed someone. She is not in a good state right now, and I can't be selfish thinking about my romantic life. Can we just drop it and go get the girls?" you said looking down. 

"Fine," she said. and got in the car. she took the keys from the glove compartment and started to drive. 

When you arrived the girls already had two more tanks filled and they quickly pumped the gas into the van. They put a spare tank in the back and hopped in. 

Bada drove to the grocery store where she left the other girls. After a few minutes, you reached the store. Bada honked and the two girls walked out of the store. Lusher and Minah walked out holding each other. 

They struggled to walk and you got worried. 

"Girls, are you okay?" You said as you walked to them. 

"No! stay back!" You noticed a bit of blood on them. 

"Bada, help me," You said, and Bada got out of the van. 

"We are infected! stay back!" Lusher and Minah said between coughs. 

"No... no... no! We are not losing you. Is everyone covered?" I looked at the girls all covered with jackets, gloves, and masks. 

"Get in the car. Bada, the keys?" She gave you the keys. 

"Stay covered. No one takes their covers or masks off, understood? Hold on tight," You said and turned the car on.  

Without hesitation, you stepped on the gas pedal making everyone grab onto their surroundings. You drove faster than ever. Bada looked back constantly to ensure everyone was okay. 

"How much longer?" Tatter said as she grabbed onto Minah's hand tightly. 

"A few minutes. Hold on..."

"Y/N, I don't think we have a few minutes..." You looked at Bada and then at the rearview mirror. Lusher's face was extremely pale. Your heart sank and your eyes were welled up with tears. 

"No... no, no, no, no, NO!" You stepped on the pedal and rushed through the streets trying to make it to Kyma's house. 

"Righ here! Unnie, it's right here," You stopped the car and got off immediately. 

You helped Lusher while Bada helped Minah. Kyma knocked on the door like crazy until her parents opened it. They stood there with masks and gloves as well as their lab coats.

"Mom... please. Dad... Minah and Lusher... you can help them right?" she pleaded. 

Lusher was barely able to stand and she was clinging to you. 

"Dear, what happened?" Mrs. Park said. 

"Please help them, Mom..." she cried. 

Mr. Park ran to Lusher and picked her up. he took her inside and Mrs. Park took you all in. You all sat in the living room while they took Minah and Lusher into Kyma's room. 

Kyma hugged you. Everyone was now in tears and Bada was sitting across from you. She looked at the blood on both your bodies and sighed. 

"Y/N, can we talk?" she asked. 

"I don't think now is a good time, Bada. Just hold on for a minute, okay? You must be tired and we still need to worry about the girls... Please," you said not looking at her. You heard her sigh. 

"Girls, I need you to remove masks and any surface clothing and place them in these bags. You will drink this after and we will come around to disinfect the area and bring you some food. I bet you're hungry," Mrs. Park said. 

"How are the girls? Are they alright?" you asked standing up. 

"They will be perfectly fine. We've taken good care of them. Now, please do as I said and then you can rest. Kyma, come with me," Mrs. Park said. You nodded and everyone began to follow her instructions.

After a few minutes, you were done. Kyma and her mother walked in to disinfect the living room. You took antibiotics, another pill, and food. You sat quietly while the other girls slept. You looked at Bada and you hated yourself for yelling and neglecting such a beautiful girlfriend you had.

"Unnie..." you heard a whisper. 

"Come here!" you looked at the door to the kitchen and carefully removed Cheche from your shoulder. You made you're way to the kitchen and stood in front of Kyma. Shwe looked around and spoke in a soft voice. 

"We have to go, now,"

⋆.˚✮TBC✮˚.⋆

[inseparabiles]

Of Boys and Wolves

Relationships: Marcus Acacius/Lucilla, Emperor Geta & Emperor Caracalla Rating: Mature Chapters: 5/? Words: 21 908/?   Warnings: Violence, detailed depictions of physical and mental illness, referenced child abuse, trauma (varied + sexual) Tags: Canon divergence (Macrinus isn’t there), “fix-it”, found family, accidental adoption, politics and war, healing and learning to trust.

Summary: Taking over the Palatine Hill is not the end of an insurrection, but merely the beginning of a new Roman era. As dust settles, it leaves in its wake triumphant and devastated men on uncertain foundations: what will dawn bring with its first light? What is the will of the people, and how to best guide it when it is known to be so fickle, and so often at odds with its own best interests? How to convince an Empire that it needs no Emperor, when a thousand shadows are watching through the cracks, waiting for an opportunity to claim the throne for themselves?

And what to do with two orphan boys, abandoned by their gods and their people, in this lair of wolves?

( AO3 )

[milkemim]

Day 7: Christmas Cards

WC: 908

Link to all chapters

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December 7th. The first week of Christmas went by in a flash. Since today was a Saturday, both Veneziano and Romano got to sleep in a little. Their beds were warm and soft, unlike the weather outside. Unlike [Name’s] bed. Or their whole house.

Slipping on their coat and shoes, shivering, they head out the door. The heating inside stopped working overnight and no matter how many layers they put on or how many warm drinks they drank, nothing eased the freezing feeling. The repairman wouldn’t be coming anytime soon either. So, they decided to pay the two brothers a visit.

Both the brothers wake up to the ring of their doorbell. Veneziano groggily gets up after a little and walks downstairs, to see Romano already at the door, yelling at [Name] for something. “[Name]! What’s going on, why are you here eso early?” He smiles and walks up to the door as well, “And come inside, don’t let the cold in!” He urges.

[Name] steps aside Romano and he closes the door behind. “Hi, Veneziano! The heaters aren’t working at my place and since you guys live near, I thought I’d spend the afternoon here, at least until it’s fixed. If that’s fine, that is.” They explain.

Romano sighs, “I guess it’s fine since you’re already here anyway.” He crosses his arms and looks down.

“Yay! Welcome to our house, [Name]! It’s been so long since I saw you!” Veneziano cheers and hugs [Name] quickly, already wide awake, partly because of the cold that found its way inside while the door was open.

“Yes, yes, thank you! I can make you guys breakfast, since I came at such an early hour. I haven’t had any yet, anyway.” [Name] says.

“I’m going back to bed. Wake me up when It’s done.” Romano walks back to his bedroom. He was still cranky from waking up so early after staying up so late.

“I’ll help you!” Veneziano happily offers and leads [Name] to the kitchen. He was always happy around them, as he was with most people. “Let’s make cornetti and valdostana! Oh, and brioche!”

Making everything on Veneziano’s from nearly scratch took roughly 2 hours. Thankfully it was the weekend, so no one was late to work. The two also made a lot more than just enough to feed three people, so they could heat some up during the following week in a rush.

After Veneziano went to wake Romano up, all three of them enjoyed a warm breakfast with coffee. It woke up Romano enough to be somewhat sociable and officially start the day. [Name] offered to do the dishes while the two brothers got dressed and ready.

The day was pretty ordinary. The three played video games in the living room for the most part. Afternoon came quickly and everyone was pretty tired of the console by now, so what would be a better idea than to make Christmas cards for their loved ones?

It was originally just a joke from Romano, but Veneziano quickly agreed to it. “I am NOT making Christmas cards!” He quickly backpedaled.

“Come on, Romano, it’ll be fun! And I’m sure Spain would love to hear from you! When was the last time you saw him?” Veneziano annoyingly latched onto his arm. “And It’s not like you actually have anything better to do!”

[Name] watched as the two argued with a small smile. “Let’s not force him, Veneziano… But it would be nice if he joined us.” They gently pulled Veneziano away from his brother.

“Fine. This better not take too long.” Romano sighs and reluctantly agreed and slid down from the couch to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table with Veneziano and [Name].

Veneziano got the arts and crafts basket out. There were assortments of stickers, colored paper, glitter glues and various supplies. Veneziano also puts Christmas music on from his phone, which Romano was not a fan of.

“Turn that off! It’s barely been a week of December!” He tries to grab Veneziano’s phone, but he holds it away from him.

“No way! It’s Christmas!”

“Not nearly!”

[Name] laughs at their antics and takes a red piece of paper and crinkle-cut scissors. “Let’s not fight! No one wants to go on Santa’s naughty list last minute, right?” They say as they start cutting a smaller part from the paper’s corner.

“Romano is already on the naughty list!” Veneziano pouts.

“Hey! Let’s just make these damn cards.”

Everyone works in silence for a moment. The only noise in the living room is the quiet Christmas music coming from Veneziano’s phone and the sound of making cards.

“I’m going to make matching cards for Germany and Japan!” Veneziano suddenly exclaims.

“Of course you are…” Romano mumbles.

“Don’t be so bitter. I’ll make a card for you too, but it needs to be made in secret!”

“Shut up.” Romano rolls his eyes.

“Who are you making a card for, [Name]?” Veneziano asks, turning to them.

“Secret~” They wink.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, they were being watched. By grandpa Rome and Germania!

“Look at my two little grandsons! Aren’t they so cute?” Rome happily smiles, hidden behind the doorway to the living room, even though they wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.

“First of all I don’t think they are little in the slightest, but yeah, yeah… Whatever you say.” Germania sighs and watches them with him.

[runninonemptyy]

AO3 Wrapped 2024

Thanks @mybrainismelted @blue-disco-lights @jrooc and @em-harlsnow for tagging me!

I only started writing in September 2024, but I figured I’d do this anyway!

How many words have you written this year?

253,631

How many works did you publish this year?

4 complete, 1 WIP

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Circle Theory

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Probably Life Itself. It came to me as such a last-minute idea and I just went ahead and wrote it. I still can’t believe how much it seemed to resonate with people. Also Through the Fog, since it was my first and I honestly didn’t even think people would read it!

Favorite title you used.

Probably Ghost of a Chance, the title of my WIP where Mickey is a famous ghost hunter. Always love a ridiculous play on words. 😂

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Coldplay, since the chapter titles for Circle Theory were all from “The Scientist.”

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Well, the only one I wrote for: Gallavich.

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Pretty obvious, since I only wrote for one!

What work was the quickest to write?

Life Itself

What work took you the longest to write?

I don’t really remember! Either Crisis Line or Circle Theory, but I’m gonna go with the latter because it has the most words!

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

1, but lots of other ideas brewing!

What’s your longest work of the year?

Circle Theory

What’s your shortest work of the year?

Life Itself

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Ghost of a Chance

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

There are a few that I’ve used on all of my fics so far. Clearly a couple of my favorites are “angst with a happy ending” and “eventual smut.” 😂

Your favorite character to write this year?

Probably Ian Zero-Chill Gallagher, who makes an appearance in most of my fics! But I also loved writing math genius Mickey in Circle Theory.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? 🤷🏼‍♀️

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? Ian/Mickey of course! I don’t see myself changing it up any time soon.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I haven’t really reread any of them all the way through, except checking back on some of them to remind myself how Terry met his demise in that particular fic so that I don’t do the same thing again in the next one 😂 I have revisited Through the Fog a couple of times, since it was my first one ever, and sometimes I see things I could’ve worded better so I make tiny little tweaks! But other than that, I really don’t reread them!

How many kudos in total did you get this year? 908

Which work has the most comments?

Circle Theory, by far!

Did you do any collaborative works this year?No, I’m still too new!

Did you write any gifts this year? No

Did you receive any gifts this year? No

What’s your most common category? Probably hurt/comfort (I don’t know if that’s what’s meant by “category,” but I’m gonna go with it!)

What do you listen to while writing?

Well I’m usually at work when I’m writing, and if I’m at home, it’s after my kids have gone to bed, so…usually nothing 😬

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Circle Theory

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year:

Hmmm, probably Mickey’s speech from the end of Through the Fog because it was at the end of my very first fic and I was proud of myself 😊 (warning: spoilers!):

“Um, hi.  I want to thank the ALA for this honor, I’m so grateful.  It means so much to me.  Writing and illustrating this book was really, um, personal for me.  A little over a year and a half ago, I sustained a…traumatic brain injury that took my…ability to speak.  My speech slowly but surely started to come back, but I learned that…communication isn’t only about speaking.  My speech therapists taught me that as we worked together to help me communicate in whatever way I could.  My first speech therapist later became my husband and I don’t think he’ll ever know how much he taught me…not only about communication, but about love. I wanted to make sure that all kids know that they have a voice…that whatever way they communicate is…valid.  We communicate every day through our words, our actions, our love.  I hope that my illustrations helped to create a…colorful world in which every person has a voice. Thank you again.”

Kind of long, sorry!

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I just started writing this year, so the biggest surprise was honestly that anyone was reading, much less liking, my stuff!

I’m sure that anyone I’d tag has already been tagged by someone else, so I’m just gonna leave this here for anyone who wants to do it!

How many words have you written this year?

How many works did you publish this year?

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Favorite title you used.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

What work was the quickest to write?

What work took you the longest to write?

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

What’s your longest work of the year?

What’s your shortest work of the year?

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Your favorite character to write this year?

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

Which work has the most comments?

Did you do any collaborative works this yeah?

Did you write any gifts this year?

Did you receive any gifts this year?

What’s your most common category?

What do you listen to while writing?

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Biggest surprise while writing this year?