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batnbreakfast · 6 months

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AO3 Writer's Ask Game

Thank you for tagging me @slightlyintimidating ! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

102378

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Bernie Wolfe/Serena Campbell although I branched out into the RedgraveRussellCinematicMultiverse.

And there's this one Deadloch fic, I really would like to finish. *side-eyes her brain*

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Notting Hill

My Berena Notting Hill rewrite with Serena Campbell as the bookshop owner and Bernie Wolfe as the famous actress.

Before the Sun Sets on the River Thames

Yet another film rewrite (I just love them) - this time it's Before Sunset with Bernie & Serena reconnecting years after having spent an unforgeable night together.

fragments of a holiday season

My Berena advent fics collection

clouds in my coffee (but the sun's coming through)

My Berena coffee shop au for @fortytworedvines day

chi va piano

My Berena smut fic, which has forever changed how I look at pianos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ah. It's complicated. During the last year I only had comments like "Please finish this!" and no, most of the times I don't respond to them. While I LOVE comments and use them to motivate myself to get back to writing, I find comments that don't even say why someone would like me to continue a store utterly unhelpful. Also there's my beloved ADHD brain, which makes me forget to answer sometimes. I will though, even if it's like stupidly late.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

*chuckles* Well, I wrote this fic with Bernie's thoughts while she's dying under the rubble after they killed her in an explosion off screen. Lucky for most of you preferring a happy ending to your angst, I did not publish it. Instead I rewrote it to become a chapter for my collaboration with the lovely @ktlsyrtis

everything is different, everything has changed

Five times Bernie Wolfe’s life explodes - and one time it doesn't.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like all my fics have a happy ending. I love a bit of angst, but seriously life is bad enough without giving your favs a happy ending after putting them through the mangler.

My favourite might be

Before the Sun Sets on the River Thames

because Bernie stays.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Huh. If so, it apparently was too irrelevant to remember.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, I do. And I honestly love to connect them via smut with feelings.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do love a good film au. I have dozens of ideas what films to cast them for and I've only written two so far, with another three sitting in my WIP folder.

My crossover ideas aren't that crazy actually, but maybe

the slow appraisal of silent things

might fall into the category, because why not mash up Lynley and my love for Berena, replace the old Helen with Catherine's Helen, and have her leave Lynley (as one should do), to fall in love with Jemma's Grace Finegann (who did not shoot anyone).

Others might say that it was absolutely crazy to write my first Berena fic, which is also a crossover, without ever having watched a single episode of Holby.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I wrote

everything is different, everything has changed

with @ktlsyrtis and I loved, loved, loved doing this.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Seems a bit like anyone reading this far could answer this, but

💖 Bernie Wolfe/Serena Campbell 💖

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Nope. Not going there. All my WIPs have a chance to being finished. It took me almost three years to finish Notting Hill. I might get inspired on something that's been sitting in my drafts for longer. Who knows - certainly not me. I won't give up though!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say dialogue with feelings and with smut also showing without spelling things out in detail.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Commas and formatting. *chuckles* Apologies to all the lovely people who ever beta'd for me. I appreciate you so, sooo much.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I could have them speak German and Italian and would, if I found it necessary. I prefer to have a translation in the notes at least while reading fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ah. Something wlw that I'm not looking back to.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Urghhhhhhh... I love all my children, I don't have a fav-

Before the Sun Sets on the River Thames

Because it marks the beginning of a new fandom journey that is still bringing me so much joy and made me make wonderful friends.

Okay, I'll stop now before getting even soppier.

I'm tagging @ktlsyrtis @lapalfruity @fortytworedvines @ariverandasong and everyone of you who wants to take part in this. Seriously, just run with it if you want to!

Questions to respond to:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#ao3 asks game #writers ask game #thanks for tagging me friend 😊#slightlyintimidating

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muzanswaifu · 2 years

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Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask (Answered)

I"m not even gonna wait for anyone to ask bcuz this bitch is gonna answer them NOW

I wait for no one 😤

Keep reading if you wanna see my answers!

I nominate @xxsabitoxx, @magoliaomega, @yurmomsawh0r, and all my other writer moots to answer all these as well, CUZ I WANNA KNOW WAT YALL HAVE TO SAY

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

All of my old Doushino fics lmao, I like the base storyline I did for all of them, but my writing was so shitty back then and I cringe looking back at them now. Ireally really wish I could just rewrite them but Ik some people would literally shit their pants if i deleted them so im stuck

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I have a kink for apology/angst scenes haha, if couldn't already tell from my past works. It's just something that I feel everyone thrives for, especially myself, where the love interest apologizes for all their wrong doings and admits that they long for yn's forgiveness and love. Mama is a heart throb

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Any scene with shinobu in my Gamer Giyu fic "The Perfect Date". I tried to make her as funny as possible in that one, and believe me, there were plenty more funny moments of her in my draft for that fic that I ended up having to cut out bcuz I felt it drew away from the plot too much. Oh how I wish to make a fic just for her lol

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I like to make the love interests assholes sometimes, just to piss you guys off hehe, everytime they do something shitty that makes you hella sad, just know that it was me 😈

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I don't unfortunately, I kinda just go read over it myself a couple times to check for mistakes but thats pretty much it. Ngl lie though, I am kinda interested in having someone else proofread for spelling mistakes and plot holes, any takers 👀 preferrably someone who's talented with that sort of thing haha

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I always enjoy a good simile and metaphor here and there, not really sure about themes... love at first sight maybe? enemies to lovers? tsundere? I like sad fics as well that have happy endings, I will never, ever do a completely sad ending, i just don't like them and they leave a bad taste in my mouth

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Dog, I dont even knooooooooooow, i think all of my fics are pretty straight forward and tame. Maybe Regrettable? All of my super crazy fics are still in production so we'll just wait and see, but for drafts rn, my "No Escape" (Sanemi x Reader) series is gonna be hella crazy, so just you wait

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

My fav thing about my writing is probably my dialogue, i think I write pretty appropriate dialogue. I try my damn hardest not to make the characters cringe and to make them relatable so I hope I've done a good job with that

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Ngl, I kinda hate them. Kissing is nice and all but i write smut yall, i got bigger things to worry about than smooching. Now virginity loss fics are a whole nother story, bcuz i can actually make it enjoyable unlike real life 😭 Shitty first time gang arise ✊

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Nope, I bask in silence, maybe some white noise in the background sometimes? Music distracts me too much

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I use my notes app on my phone to make my outlines, google for thesaurus, and an online word counter for the final word count

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Yup, for those who remember, I was working on a fic called Night and Day about Kyo x stepsister reader who was living with him. Originally I had him as a yandere, obsessive person with reader being uninterested in him and the fic being non-con, but I ended up scrapping the whole thing and changing it to be a fluff fic with reader living with kyo, reader having a crush on him, and slowly the two grow closer, with tons and tons of angst and sadness. The original outline for the non-con fic is on my patreon if anyone would like to see the poor thing, it had 8 chapters outlined too haha. what a waste.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Only 1 ☝️ I'm pretty sure i've mention her before, my friend sam? We used to read a ton of fanfics and watch anime growing up so she's the only person i've ever told since she understands the field, and i am never gonna tell anyone else 😭I would literally die, my group at college doesn't even watch anime

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Either Perfect Date or Regrettable

🍷 Do you drink and write?

Hehe no, I do smoke and write sometimes though

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

My Little One if I remember correctly

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I usually like to write at night after I've finished all of my hw, right before bedtime :)

💖 What made you start writing?

I had a ton of idea for fics but didn't want to spend my days requesting all of them so I just wrote them myself, I write so much shit already for school, so I just said fuck it, lets ball

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I thrive off of them ❤️‍🔥 I frame every single comment on my wall ngl

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Cheating. Not sure if thats a trope but i kinda feel it is in some fics where reader or love interest cheats, the one who got cheated on gets revenge sex with another party, and then they get back together. I just hate it and it hurts my feeling and turns me off

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

Of course! After I finish all of my requests I'm gonna get that started hopefully and use the money to buy hot figurines 🥵

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Sometimes, it depends on the fic. I usually just look up time period stuff so that things are close to accurate

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

My Little One

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I love halloween fics, they are scarily hot

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

YUP, @magoliaomega has perfectly written part 2 for two of my fics, reading her gifts is so eerie bcuz they were exactly wat i would've wanted for the sequel and I love her for for it, she is literally god

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I've never gotten any but I would love to, fan art is awesome

📈 How many fics do you have?

Uhhhh like 20 I think?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I usually outline but I'm kinda thinking ab stopping bcuz my best fics were written without any preparations so well see.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Girl Imma talk about I'm Yours, my upcoming series ab alpha kyo and omega fem reader. I am sosososoosososossosos excited for this one yall have no idea. I've already mapped out the chapters and plot and everything. Im currently working on chapter two and just cant wait to get this shit done so i can post everything. I'm just excited to add to the very small pile of kny omegaverse fics and hopefully the series will inspire more abo creations for demon slayer. Another work I'm excited ab is a collab im doing with a fellow bestie 😏 I wont name any names or say wat the fic is ab but hopefully well get the fic done sometime next year, really excited to work with her on this!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

I would start off with headcannons, then short scenes, then one-shots, then multi-chapter. I went backwords from this list and i wish i didnt haha. theres nothing wrong with doing it out of that order of course, I just think its the best way to build up skill and get a hang of things. Also dont be afraid to take breaks! burning urself out will lead to depression babes

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Shinobu ❤️ she was the first girl I wrote for in demon slayer and she's always held a special place in my heart

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Can't really answer this one lmaoooooo, so ill choose a random headcannon I have, Shizu taught Sanemi how to cook and he always helped her make meals for the family

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Kyojuro, my love. He is so pure, I wanna suck the soul outta him

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Mitsuri was obviously upset.

One day was fine. Two was pushing it. Three was a little concerning. Four was a lite search. Five was thorough detective work. And six was a breakdown. By day seven, today, she was still bawling in her pillow, wondering where-oh-where you’d gone.

Meanwhile, you hardly had time to worry about your concerning absence with a dragon on you at all times of the day. During the rare moments you weren’t getting knotted or eaten out, you were getting bathed, fed, or hushed to sleep. Similar to Kanroji, you too were sobbing into your bedding - but your reason being your cunt getting ravaged hourly. The pleasure was still incredibly mind-blowing, but your pussy was so fucked raw and puffy that you were sore beyond belief from the mating session. You had misunderstood that section in the book. You’d thought a week-long initial rut meant only occasional couplings, like a sort of honeymoon phase.Nope. Every waking moment was spent hanging off his knot and getting filled to the brim with his seed. Hereallywanted babies. And he was likely going to get them, even if it wasn’t your fertile week. You doubted his sperm would take no for an answer, honestly...

“Are you tired, my love?”

You moaned as he pulled on the lock and replied in a cracked voice. “Ye-eess.”

With one more tug, his knot was pulled free. You came painfully one final time before a flood of spunk gushed down your legs. Kyojuro flipped you over to your back and set you down onto the part of the nest that wasn’t caked in sin.

He kissed your forehead as you panted. “Our rut is done, little one. You did wonderfully, I’m so proud - you may rest now,” he whispered and laid next to you. You sighed and groaned, “Finaallyyyy.” He chuckled.

“Tomorrow we will bring your things here and anything else you may need. Your friends and family will understand, I’m sure.” You eyes shot open and you remembered them.

“Oh my god!”

Lil snippet from My Sweet Kitten (Mitsuri x Dragon Iguro) My Little One Part 2 hehe

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Any of my non-con lmao, I think they would kill me tbh, but I heard that kinks were hereditary so this is their fault

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

If people ask for a part 2, even though I wont write one hehe

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Breeding kink, I have needs. Also pet names (baby, sweetheart, my love, darling, princess, ect)

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Maybe as a side career, I'm not getting a degree in my field of study just to write smut all day lmaooo, i enjoy having writing as my hobby and dont want to have it bare the burden of being my main source of income, it would stress me too much

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

It depends honestly, if I'm really inspired and horny, it takes less time. My Little One took me only 3 days to write cuz i was so pent up haha, requests take longer tho bc i have a specific plot and terms to stick to, along with anxieties about whether or not the requester will approve wat i've produced, so those usually take me a couple weeks to a month

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Action. That shit is hard. I don't think i could ever write a fight scene ever

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Not the ones i have currently but the ones i have in the works are extremely heartbreaking, i cried a little writing some of them

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

It depends on the type of criticism. I appreciate it if its about errors in my writing since i still have some growing to do in that department. But there has been some drama ab the things I write ab that people find...distasteful. If you don't like what I write ab, leave, dont waste my time pretending to be a mutual, I write for me not you. Some of yall have some real mean girl mentalities and need to grow tf up, this isn't fucking highschool. Im glad for thei experience tho bcuz it's taught me how to deal with negative people better. On the more constructive side of things tho, if you see errors like plotholes, devices, or grammar in my fics, please tell me! I miss shit sometimes and appreciate the help to better my work

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

#Smut. LMFAOOO

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I looooove reader interactions! I wanna know what people think and what they would like to see next. I also love requests but I've learned that they are harder than they look lmao. I just worry ab disappointing readers sometimes. I want you guys to enjoy it too!

#demon slayer #demon slayer smut #kny #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut

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deiliamedlini · 2 years

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PORTAL AU?????

SO THIS IS ONE OF THOSE DEEPTIVE NAMES! IT'S NOT PORTAL LIKE THE GAME! IT'S A MODERN AU WHERE THEY'RE MILITARY HYLIANS AND ZELDA IS A CIVILIAN SCIENTIST AND THEY USE PORTALS TO TRAVEL TO DIFFERENT WORLDS!

So like the first portal they discover takes them to Zora's Domain (which is not on the same planet) so Zelda has to come up with ways to communicate while Link has to fight foreigh threats with weapons that don't work on the world (like his hylian guns don't work there while he's trying to fight a lynel with the Zora's so he has to learn to fight with other styles, and they accidently attract another portal user, Ganon, who considers himself the god of all these people and has never found the Hylian portal.

So the big plot is them trying to keep Hyrule safe and keep him from finding the portal, while at the same time exploring and understanding new worlds. It's AU so like, there's different areas of the Zora planet. One area is the BOTW area, then there's Great Bay. There's the Domain from OOT. Like, the games are combined for the sake of worlds. Like Gorons have two species: the MM ones who live in snow, and the others who live in hot climates, etc.

This is one of my fav AU's to work on, but it's so big that I just don't have time cause I have so many other AU's I'm writing at the same time. It's one of my fav plots I've given to Link (nothing I said here, just like his backstories and future things he'd have to go through). I have a ton written, but I started rewriting it because I couldn't get the beginning to work well. Link and Rhoam are besties, so it's actually a good Rhoam fic too LOL!

Here's Link and Zelda exploring, and Zelda is claustrophobic so she is NOT happy. Below the cut bc it's a little long with dialogue:

“Mhmm,” Link grumbled, though he was feeling at the door with his hands. “Something seem off to you, Doc?” Zelda looked up. “No. Why?” “The door.” “Yes? What about it?” “It closed.” He turned back to Zelda finally. She set the stone down, crossing the room to meet him, pressing her hand on the surface beside his. “Oh.” “Yeah.” “So, you’re stuck with me for a bit longer then,” she said nonchalantly, going back to her stone. But as she went to pick it up, she stopped. “Link… there’s water on the ground.” “Of course there is,” he grumbled, pushing past her to check the other door. It was sealed tight, but there was a steady rush of water moving in from under the door, and he could feel the pressure of water seeping inside. “It’s fine. The Zora know we’re here. They’ll look for us and see the door closed long before the water—” Link turned to look at Zelda, but she wasn’t where she’d been standing. Instead, she was at the other door, pressing the sensor frantically. The door cracked open ever so slightly, and water began to pour through the widened opening. “Oh shit!” Link hissed, crossing the room as quickly as he could. He couldn’t see through the other side; the water was coming through too fast and rippled. He couldn’t even tell if he needed to close the door, or open it. “Oh gods!” Zelda gasped, stepping away from the rushing water. “Link! I’m sorry! That’s what I used to open the other door before!” “It’s fine,” he said, looking around the windowless room. No other exits. “We just had to be in a world of water-dwelling fish people.” “No, I… I’m so sorry! I don’t like enclosed spaces like this.” “Who does?” Link asked, sardonically eyeing the water. “No, I really don’t,” she breathed. Link turned to see her ghostly white skin beginning to clam up. Some of it was obviously water, but he could see the distinct sheen of cold sweats coating her skin. “Stay calm, okay? We’ll get out of here.” “That’s easy for you to say, Mr. Military! I’m a civilian! My training was in a lab surrounded by microscopes and tools, not staying calm with a room filling with water, okay? The most dangerous situation I’ve ever been in was a chemical spill that got on my hands and burned a little bit of my skin before I could wash it off. Oh, but one other time, I was looking in an old house and the beam broke and I was—” “We’re going to be fine, Zelda.” “How? We are not fish people with gills! Can you swim that whole way up, Mr. Special Forces? Because I can’t! The water is clearly not drained right now. Someone got the schedule wrong, because this shouldn’t be filling up for another hour!”

#asks

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pleckthaniel · 3 years

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I know I feel bad when I get barely any questions for ask games I reblog, so here ya are. feel free to ignore any you don't want to answer: 6, 7, 9, 19, 22, 23, 30, 34, 35, 36, 42, 43, 46, 48

6. What is a fandom you will never write for? & 7. What is a ship you will never write for?

Combining my answer for these... I mean, there's nothing that I've like, sworn off, I basically write whatever I'm in the mood for. Chances are I'll never write for like, Crow/Squirrel for instance cause I'm just really not into it, but who knows how I'll feel three months from now.

In terms of fandoms, warriors and zyxx (the only two things i've written for recently, though i've done other stuff in the past) both are fun to write for because their worlds are giant sandboxes, and because I have so much encyclopedic knowledge about both of them that I feel like I can weave a compelling tapestry that's like, an interesting response to canon. Anything else I write for will almost definitely have to have those two factors as well, because that's what makes fanfiction fun for me. The only other media that have those things going for them at the moment are like, the hunger games and maybe riverdale. So it's not that I would never write for whatever other fandoms, I just.. probably won't

9. What are your favorite fanfics?

Okay I'll try to be fairly brief here cause I love a LOT of fics hahaha. also only listing warriors fics i do have favs in other fandoms but not really for almost any that i ever talk about on this blog so it wouldn't be relevant to you guys' interests

After Hours With the Moon by Acaeria was, I think, the first fic I read after returning to the WC fandom and it BLEW MY MIND. Absolutely my favorite Ivypool fic of all time

Butterflies and Hurricanes by RavenDreamer which I need to catch up on (and probably reread as well) but the plot twists here are PHENOMENALLY well executed and I absolutely fucking love what they did with Sol

Muffle by Pondfrost/AkitsuneLune (RIP) which is the best take on Blossomfall ever, period, end of story, and also tackles themes of mental health and trauma so powerfully and beautifully it's. very good.

Simpler Times by Haroldosaur. it's just genuinely SO fun and also an amazing take on bramble & squirrel's personalities and dynamics in early TNP. This is like my one fic that I drop everything to read whenever it updates lol

the dead below the earth (and the living here above) by vox_nihilio is just like. FIRESTAR MY BELOVED. legit it's so rare to see fic focused in on him as a character at all let alone anything this brilliantly well realized. The thing they do with the tree falling alone is just like chef's kiss

19. Dead or overused tropes?

In WC fandom? Fix-it fic lol. At this point I think literally every conflict that's ever been presented in canon has been undone by people in fic a dozen different times in a dozen different ways. I mean I get that people like it for a reason and I'm absolutely not gonna stop anyone from writing or reading what they like, and I've even written a good chunk of what could essentially be called fix-it fic myself, but I am just personally tired of clicking on AUs and rewrites and finding that there's actually like... no plot because there are no problems in this version of the world. Maybe that's more a problem of improper tagging than an overused trope though lol

22. Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

answered here!

23. Long chapters or short chapters?

I have definitely developed a tendency towards longer chapters lol. With Brighter Fires especially I've gotten into the habit of writing each chapter to essentially be a self-contained story, a kind of individualized 'episode' in the longer game, and that means that a lot of the time there's just a lot of shit to get through in each chapter to complete a full narrative arc. Also I have nothing against minimalism, it can be really great and I love Raymond Carver/Gordon Lish, etc etc, but I find that when I try to write that way it often comes off as kind of pretentious and false, so my avoiding that also naturally makes things longer.

30. What writing software do you use?

for bigger projects (brighter fires, golden hathor, etc), i use smartedit writer. otherwise i'll mostly just write in libreoffice which is my default word processor.

34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

IIRC my parents actually directed me to a Harry Potter fansite when I was like 7, I read one fic on there and thought it was the bomb (in retrospect.. it was not! it was a really shitty self-insert fic) and a couple years later I found FFN and got really into Warrior Cats fic, the rest is history.

35. What is your favorite review?

Oh man I literally have screenshots of over 50 comments saved in a folder on my laptop, I'm not going to dig them up right now but I might make a post of the highlights later

36. Did you ever delete a work of yours?

Sometime in high school i completely purged my first FFN account out of embarrassment. otherwise, i try to make a point of not deleting things once i've posted them. and even then i've reuploaded one of those old purged fics to AO3 and may someday reupload the rest, even though they're obviously fairly garbage lol

42. Rudest review?

Oh god I don't have any screencaps and I deleted them but I've gotten at least a couple of apparently well-meaning comments on but i've got an angry heart which basically consisted of "good writing, but breezepelt is still just a whiny spoiled brat in canon." which is already rude as hell, but my AN for that story literally explicitly states that I relate to him because I had an abusive parent like... why lmao

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

I mean I try not to be guilty about the things I like but

Really dark hurt/comfort or whump or whatever you wanna call it. I have to be in a very specific mood to want to read or write it but when I am in that mood. pain time. i generally don't post most of what i write that falls in this category though because when i'm not in the mood for it i really don't wanna look at it

46. Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?

Probably few long essay reviews just because i fucking love it when people point out the parts they liked to me, it always makes me look back at my own writing with new eyes. But honestly I am overjoyed whenever anyone so much as looks at my writing lol. Getting a kudos email from Ao3 is often the highlight of my day

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

OK I'm going to have to do a lot more than one here cause. come on

I still love "She stares at the reflection of the stars on the water wondering if her father’s soul went up when he died, or if he sank to the bottom of the lake like a fucking rock, and wondering if she hates him or if that’s too much like hating herself" from like father, like daughter. in many ways, it's the thesis statement of that fic and I really think the understated irony married to genuine emotion is super fitting.

I'm also inordinately fond of "At best, you’re a dead weight and at worst, he’s nuts" from and if it's not tonight. I was doing some experimental things with POV and I'm honestly still not sure if it really worked but I just loved the concept of what I was doing so much.

"He just lets himself feel it and experience it, the smile and the dark and the warmth and the touch all at once, thrumming with discovery, glowing with joy" from i am afraid to own a body. That fic has serious issues but I still adore it because I feel like the emotions ring true and this particular sentence really captures that.

"Destroyed eyes, shredded ears, chunks of torn flesh, guts spilling onto the ground – she had seen all of it and matched each red problem to the springs of green, yellow, orange that could solve it" from violent ends. That fic was another experiment but a more successful one IMO, and I'm super proud of this imagery.

"With a flourish of his tail and a cold flash in his baby-blue eyes, he says, “Consider it a welcome gift.”" from and i'm committing arson. I mean I truly love just about every other line in that fic because I really let myself go crazy with the ~literary~ phrasing and purple prose imagery and layered dialogue but this one just really works for me on many different levels, like I could talk about it a lot more but I'm not going to subject anyone to that.

"the night wind blows cold over his skin, carrying a scent of something unfamiliar, the moor, or maybe the mountains, or something further than that" from upon dead minds because i wrote it in the span of like. maybe a couple hours while i was procrastinating on homework and i really wasn't expecting it to be any good but now every time i think about it i have a lot of emotions and in some ways this line sums up why.

#long post #SORRY THIS IS LONG AS FUCK THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS #queerhollyleaf #scout talks #q

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wow your writing in the gods and monsters series is amazing! i've always loved greek myths and you bring them to life and add a different twist that makes it better than anything i've ever read about mythology!! if you have time, could you do a continuation of the Hades and Kore story? Kore/Persephone is one of my fav goddesses and i can't wait to see where you take her story!

(continuation of: x, x)

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, sheis reckless and stubborn and feels like she has so little left to lose, only anoverbearing mother she yearns to escape.

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, shefights and swims and survives. She is picked up on the shore and carried tosafety in Hades’s arms.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, sheis reckless and stubborn and feels like she has everything to lose. She letsthe water take her, and she drowns.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, itkills her.

Kore wakes up after falling unconscious while being carriedby the King of the Underworld. Her skin is fully healed, no longer blisteringand burning. She’s naked under the soft blankets, but she was naked when shedove into the river, so she’s not too worried about it.

“I didn’t know you were a goddess,” someone says, and sheturns her head to see a little girl sitting by her bedside with black skin andgrey eyes and hair. She’s glaring at her, “I wouldn’t have tried to kill you ifI’d known. You shouldn’t touch my water – it’s not good for you. It will killyou. It does not care what you are.”

“It did not kill Achilles,” Kore says, pushing herself up sothe blanket falls to her waist.

The young Lady Styx huffs and gets to her feet, pushing openthe long wardrobe on the other side of the room. “It did, actually. What myriver takes, it keeps.” Kore raises an eyebrow. Styx doesn’t explain further,only places a dark blue gown on the bed. “Hecate put some of her old things inhere for you. She’s taller and thinner than you are. But you are a goddess. Youcan make it work.”

“I can,” Kore agrees, amused. She pushes herself out of bed,and her hair falls into her face.

Her hair has been a dark brown her whole life.

She strides over to the wardrobe and pulls it open, starringat herself in the mirror.

Her hair has turned pure, snowy white. The hair on her headof course, but the rest of it too. Her eyebrows, the light hair on her arms andlegs, going down her navel, the hair between her legs – all of it white.

“You’re lucky nothing worse happened,” Styx scolds. “Myriver usually does much worse than that.”

Kore touches one of her new, pale eyebrows. “That is anexcellent point, Lady Styx.”

With some clever magic, Kore pulls on the now perfectlyfitting gown. Hecate doesn’t tend to bother with them, only dresses up ifthere’s some sort of celebration that requires her attendance – something thathasn’t happened in a long time, ever since she irritated Zeus and Poseidon tothe point that they called for her head on a spike. The gown is old, even bytheir standards, but its beautifully crafted, stars plucked from the heavensand sewn into the bodice, waves from the seven seas curling around the longskirt. “This is very valuable,” she says, “Is Hecate sure she would like me tohave it?”

Styx shrugs, “She said it was a young woman’s dress, andhowever she may look, she’s not a young woman any more. It’s my favorite dressof hers – I was quite cross that she gave it to you, but I did almost kill you.So I suppose that’s fair enough.”

“Ah,” Kore says, not quite sure how to respond to that. “Isee.”

Styx grins at her and grabs her hand. The child goddess’sskin is freezing to the touch, but Kore doesn’t flinch back out of fear ofbeing rude. “Come with me now. Hades wants to see you.”

The girl leads her through the twisting hallways to apolished wooden door. It’s not the throne room, where Kore thought that thegirl would take her. She’s seen the grand inner chambers of Poseidon and Zeus’shomes before, of the lesser gods even, and Kore braces herself for somethingjust as grandiose and intimidating.

Styx opens the door and pushes her inside before vanishing.

Kore blinks and looks around.

The room is smaller than she expected. It’s lined withshelves packed with scrolls, and mounted on the opposite wall is large mapthat’s constantly shifting and changing, and it take her almost a full minuteof looking at it to realize it’s a map of the underworld.

“You’re looking better.”

Kore’s eyes snap down, and it’s only then that she noticesthe figure of Hades, King of the Underworld, hunched over his desk. His hairpulled in messy low ponytail, and there are dark bags under his eyes. He’s in asimple black chiffon, one no more presumptuous than any mortal noble wouldwear. He’s the most unassuming, unremarkable thing in already unassuming,unremarkable room.

Suddenly, she feels over-dressed.

“Thank you,” she says, not knowing what else to say. Shefeels – awkward, almost, in front of him, which isn’t something she’s ever feltwith anyone. She wants to climb into his lap and rest her head against hisshoulder. She wants to force him into some proper clothes for a king. She wantsto put him to bed and make him sleep until he loses those bruises under hiseyes.

She’s never wanted to do any of those things for anyonebefore. She doesn’t even know him.

Although – she knows he came for her. That he found an intruderinto his realm and picked her up and soothed her, carried her to safety andwashed her of the corrosive water of the Styx. He placed her in his palace anddid not touch her as so many other men would have touched her.

So perhaps she does know him. At least a little.

He rests his chin on his hand while he looks at her. “Hermescame with a message from your mother, demanding your return.” She doesn’t evenhave the time to panic before he continues, “I denied her. If she wishes tospeak to me in person, I told her she is welcome to step into my realmherself.”

“She won’t do that,” Kore says, “She fears your realm. Shefears how her power means nothing in your domain.”

Kore had never known her mother to fear anything – exceptthe land of the dead. She’d grown up thinking Hades must be a hulking, formidablefigure to pull fear from her mother’s breast, but that’s clearly not the case.

He smiles, and it’s the first hint of sharpness she’s seenfrom him. “I know. There will be consequences, of course. But those are myconcern. You are a guest of my realm, Goddess of Spring. Walk where you please,and do as you please. No one will stop you.”

He’s already looking back down at his papers, eyebrowsdrawing together as he scratches out a series of numbers and rewrites them.It’s a clear dismissal, but Kore can’t bring herself to move.

She’s never met this man before. Yet he stands against hermother, yet he welcomes her to his realm, yet he permits unrestricted access tohis home, yet he grants her every freedom he’s able.

“Thank you,” she says again. He gives an absent nod, alreadyreaching for another scroll.

She leaves as quietly as she came.

Hades in unsurprised when the first wave of deaths occur.Charon is run ragged in his efforts to ferry them across the river. It’s madeall the harder because Styx keeps her river churning at a fast pace to dissuadeany of the impatient souls from attempting to swim across.

“This is only the beginning,” he warns them. Styx pulls onCharon’s robe, and the ferryman lifts her and settles her onto his hip eventhough his arms are shaking from navigating the boat across her river.“Demeter’s wrath is – far reaching.”

“Is the girl worth all this trouble?” Charon grumbles.

Hades smiles and tugs on the hood of the man’s robe. “Youwere.”

Styx yawns and snuggles into Charon’s side. “I like her.We’ll keep up, don’t worry.”

Hades can’t help but worry. Styx and Charon are young yet,and he hates to do this to them. He won’t go and confront Demeter, however –that’s not his battle to fight. For now, the best thing he can do for Kore isweather the storm of her mother’s anger.

The best thing he can do for Kore is give her time.So that’s exactly what he’ll do.

He goes to Hecate after, a map clenched in his fist. “Timeto expand?” she asks when she sees him.

“It will be,” he says grimly. “it’s better if we can getahead of it.”

Hecate doesn’t disagree. They spend the next three daysplanning it, and a week hence they’ll pull the edges of his realm wider. Ifthey do it right, it will almost double the size of the underworld. If they doit wrong – well, it’s best that they don’t.

He returns to the castle exhausted. He wants to go straightto bed, but he should review the lists of the dead so that they can all be sentto the right parts, to the areas of his realm that will fit them best. If heleaves them in the waiting area too long, not only will they get restless, butit will fill up, especially with the volume they’re going through. A fullwaiting area tends to end in disaster, restless souls causing disasters evenwhen they don’t mean to.

He walks through his palace, souls and other beingsinclining their heads as he passes. He’s already resigned himself to fallingasleep as his desk when he pushes open the door and sees a head of white curlsbent over his desk. “Lady Kore,” he says, surprised. He’d given her access toall parts of his realm. He still hadn’t expected to find her in his office. “Issomething wrong?”

She’s got ink smudges on her cheek and her dark purple dressis wrinkled. “I’m nearly finished,” she says, eyes unfocused. “You’ll want tocheck it over, of course. But I’m a quick study. I’m quite certain I’ve gottenit right.”

Hades doesn’t understand. He walks over to her, and spreadacross his desk are the new names of the dead, and Kore has written a numbernext to each name. The numbers are the same that flash across the map hung onthe wall – each one corresponding to a sector of his realm. There are scrollsand scrolls of names that are the product of Demeter’s temper tantrum, onesthat had built up while Hades had worked with Hecate to ensure that there wasenough room for everyone.

All but the one currently spread out on his desk iscomplete.

“You must have been working on this for days,” he saysblankly. “You didn’t need to do that.”

She smiles at him. She has such a pretty smile. “You didn’tneed to let me stay, or shield me from my mother.”

“That’s not the same thing,” he says. He had decided he wasgoing to help her. That didn’t mean she needed to help him in return.

Kore reaches up, her fingertips lightly dragging against thedelicate skin beneath his eyes. “You’re exhausted. Go to sleep. I’ll finishthis up.”

“You don’t need to,” he says again, and he can’t stoplooking at her. He doesn’t know why.

She tucks his hair behind his ear and says, “I want to. Getsome sleep.”

He walks back to his room, but all he can think of is Kore’sfingertips on his skin.

The weeks drag into months, and the death toll grows everhigher. Throughout it all, Kore is there.

She’s at the river’s edge to help unload the new souls fromCharon’s boat. She’s there when Styx falls into an exhausted sleep, letting thegirl rest with her head pillowed on Kore’s lap. She’s there, every day, byHades’s side, effortlessly shouldering half the work to keep his realm running,to keep everything smooth.

“You know,” Hecate says, sitting across from Kore as shepours over the map of the realm and the population counts of different area,“this is the most successful seduction attempt of Hades I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not seducing him, I’m helping,” she says absently, thenlook up at her, “Wait, is he seduced? Because I could be. If he’s interested.”

Kore hadn’t known she could want someone beforeHades. The thought of touching Hermes or Apollo curdles her stomach, but Hades– that excites her. She’s never felt this way before. But she didn’t thinkHades felt the same. He doesn’t touch her, doesn’t look at her. They spendalmost every minute of every day together, and not once has he sent her acovetous glance.

Then again, if he were the type of man to covet her, shewouldn’t love him.

Because she does love him. She’s known that since thebeginning.

Hecate laughs and taps her on the nose. “My dear, he’swalking on clouds, even as your very presence threatens to plunge this realminto ruin. I would consider him quite thoroughly seduced.”

“Does he love me?” she asks, and she sounds young, and it isa childish question. But it’s important. If Hades loves her, she has a plan. It’sa plan that’s been lurking in the back of her mind since that very first day,since Styx let something slip that Kore is sure she didn’t mean to. But – shewon’t do it if Hades doesn’t love her. She won’t repay his kindness withbetrayal if he won’t forgive her for it.

Hecate is silent for a long time. She sounds surprised whenshe says, “You know, Kore, I think he does.”

Hades loves her.

She loves him.

There is a marriage in her future, if she does this right.But it will be no gilded cage – she’s tired of looking to other people to saveher, looking to Apollo, to Hermes, to Hades.

She’s going to save herself.

Kore hasn’t used her powers here, unsure of how spring wouldconflict with death.

She does it now, in the middle of the night, when Hadesslumbers.

There’s no life in the earth surrounding the palace, but itdoes not worry her. She is the daughter of Demeter, she is the Goddess ofSpring. Life from death is what she does best.

She takes off her shoes and digs her feet into the ground,closes her eyes, and uses every ounce of her power to turn this barren landinto – something else.

The trees are first, great towering things that fill theedges of the courtyard. Then grass, then flowers in every color she canimagine, all in full bloom. Shrubs and rose bushes, delicate ivy crawling upthe sides of Hades’s palace. She covers it all in fauna, in life. Then shefalls to her knees, pushes her hands into the earth, and makes something new.

It’s small, but it’s there. She rejects all that her motherhas made, and, for the first time, makes something completely on her own. It’sbarely a tree, barely as tall as she is. It blooms red, and as she forces it toage, the blossoms grow into heavy, round fruits, just as red as the blossoms. Itis only a single tree, in the middle of the courtyard. She hopes it will beenough.

“Lady Styx,” she says, “I need you.”

The child goddess appears before her, rubbing at her eyes.Her yawn cuts off midway through as she gapes at the lush garden that nowexists where before there was only barren earth. “Did you do this?” she asks,looking down at the kneeling goddess.

Kore holds out her dirt covered hands. They’re trembling.She’s parched and dizzy with the effort it took to make a garden in a placewhere living things aren’t meant to thrive, to exist at all really. Styx takesthem in her own cool hands. “Do you trust me, Lady Styx?”

The child goddess nods.

“Good,” Kore sighs, nearly drooping in relief. “I need youto do me a favor. I’m going to jump in your river.”

“You can’t!” Styx says immediately, grey eyes wide. “You’retoo weak! It will kill you!”

Kore smiles.

“Yes. It will.”

Hades is pulled from his bed and thrown against the stonewall with such force that, if he were not who he is, he would be dizzy from it.He blinks up at Hermes towering over him. Charon shimmers into existence behindthe messenger god, scythe raised to behead him. “Don’t,” Hades said.

“You dare tell me what to do after what you’ve done?” Hermeshisses.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he says, and points.

Hermes turns. Charon still has the scythe raised. “Whydidn’t you stop her? What is the pointof you if you simply let her die?” Hermes reaches out a hand – Hades doesn’tknow what Hermes is planning to do, and he’s not interested in finding out.

He’s up in an instant, grabbing Hermes’s wrist before he cantouch Charon and holding it just tight enough that his bones creak in protest.“None of that now,” he says mildly. “What’s all the fuss about?”

“You need to come to the river,” Charon says. “The rest ofthe twelve gods are there. They are angry.”

“Demeter as well?” he asks. He’s surprised. He didn’t thinkanything could entice Demeter to face him once more.

Hermes tries to pull his arm back, but Hades doesn’t lethim. Charon is still standing within hitting distance. “Of course she’s here!Her daughter is dead!”

He stares. “What are you talking about? Kore is fine. She’shere.”

“My lord,” Charon says quietly, and this is impossible, evenif Kore had died she would simply end up here,there is no true death unless he wills it.

Unless –

“STYX!” he roars.

She doesn’t come. For the first time, Styx does not comewhen he calls.

“Come with me,” Charon begs, “Please, my lord. Come withme.”

Hades goes. They go through the courtyard, and he’s soastounded by the changes that his legs forget to move at the sight of it all.There’s a garden in the land of the dead. Flowers bloom. Tree branches hang lowwith heavy fruit. But he’s drawn to something else – there’s a small tree rightin the center that looks almost as if it’s glowing. He reaches out and touchesone of the round red fruits that he’s never seen before, and as soon as hisfingers press against the firm skin it drops into his hand.

Charon tugs at his arm, desperate, “Please, my lord, wedon’t have time.”

He nods, absently tucking the fruit in a pocket of his robe,and following Charon to the edge of the river.

Hermes, as the messenger god, is the only one able to enterhis realm without his permission. Across the grey and angrily churning riverstand all the others – Apollo, Artemis, Hestia, Athena, Hera, Poseidon,Hephaestus, Aphrodite, then at the end stand Zeus and Demeter. Hermes next toApollo, arms crossed.

“What have you done?” Demeter spits, and Hades is sure thatZeus’s hand on her arm is all that prevents the goddess from attempting to leapacross the river and tear his head from his neck. “What did you do to her?’

“Hades,” Hestia says quietly, “she – we all felt it. How didshe die?”

Demeter howls and leaps at Hestia. Poseidon stands betweenthem and holds her back, an utterly bored look on his face. “Brother, anexplanation, if you please. Some of us have our own realms to attend to.”

“Lady Styx,” he says, forcing a calmness he doesn’t feelinto his voice. “Please come here.”

There’s a moment when nothing happens, and if she makes himto track her down within his own realm, he will be cross with her. But then she appears in front of him, shoulderhunched nearly to her ears, and her grey eyes wet. “I only did as she asked!Don’t be mad at me!” she hiccups and says, quieter, “Please don’t be mad atme.”

All at once, the entirety of the fury that had been buildingin Hades’s chest leaves him. The sorrow is just as strong, but no matter what,getting angry at Styx will solve nothing. He bends down on his knee and reachesout to touch her shoulders. She flinches away from him, and he pauses. “LadyStyx,” he says softly, “I would never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

She nods, a quick, sharp motion. He slowly holds out hishands, waiting, and doesn’t bother to hide his relief when she places her cold,trembling hands in his.

“Did Kore jump in your river?”

Styx nods.

It’s what Hades expected, but he has to close his eyesagainst the tidal wave of grief that threatens to overwhelm him. The River Styxis the barrier between life in death, and as such it is neither. Those who diein the river do not go to the underworld. They are simply unmade, their bodiesdissolved and their souls broken into a thousand lost pieces. “Why?”

“She said it was the only way,” Styx look anxiously into thedepths of her river, “She’s running out of time. I told her she didn’t have alot of time, that she had to do it quickly, that I would not be able to helpher.”

Hades doesn’t understand.

“What is she talking about?” Apollo demands.

Hephaestus rubs his wrists, “Styx, are you saying – that’simpossible, she wouldn’t have enough time – she wouldn’t even be able to think to do it.”

Just then, cutting across the air: “I hadn’t expected anaudience quite this large.”

Everyone turns toward the voice.

It’s Kore.

Her eyes are now as white as her hair, and she’s almosttransparent. Across her body are tiny cracks of pulsating grey – places whereshe’s used the clay of the river to push her soul back together again. “You didit!” Styx cries, running to the edge of the river.

“Thanks to you,” she smiles, “Your river tore me apart, asit must, but you did a very good job of making sure enough of me stayedtogether so that I could find all my own pieces.”

“What are you playing at?” Demeter snaps, eyes wild. “Getout of that river, this instant!”

“She can’t,” Hades says, heart clenching in his chest. “Sheisn’t alive. Not really. She is simply of the river – if she leaves it, shewill be of nothing.”

Is a cursed river spirit the only escape she could see? Itis a clever one. Demeter won’t dare touch her, can’t touch her, for all that bound Kore to her mother died alongwith her, but – but it is not a life.

She walks across the surface of the river until she’s almostclose enough for Demeter to touch. “I am Kore no longer,” she says, faceimpassive. “I am of your body no longer, my power is not from you any longer. Iam not something you can control anylonger.”

“No,” Demeter snarls, “Now you are dead. Is it worth it?”

The woman who used to be Kore smiles. “Yes.” She turns andwalks back across the river, to Hades. She holds out her hands. “Did you bringit?”

“Bring what?’ he asks, mystified.

Styx pushes into his side and digs into his pocket. He letsher, and she pulls out the strange red fruit he’d taken from the equallystrange tree. “Here!” She tears it in half. In the fruit are bright seeds thecolor and shine of blood.

She meets his eyes, and her smile softens. “Sorry aboutthis. You’re going to have to learn to share.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks. He hasn’t felt thishopelessly confused in several millennia.

The woman who used to be Kore takes one of the fruit halvesfrom Styx. “I am the Goddess of Spring. Life from death is all I know.”

She bites into the fruit, and the juice drips down her chinlike blood. Her eyes are the first to change, no longer a terrifying white buta warm brown. Her skin darkens and color bleeds into her hair again, her curlsturning the same bright red as the fruit. The grey clay flecks off her skin,and it’s whole and unblemished.

She steps from the river onto the shore. She does notcrumple. She does not dissolve into dust.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder, and with a twist ofher wrist a red gown covers her body. She lifts her skirt and stamps her feetinto the ground, laughing. Trees sprout up around them. Flowers bloom alongwater’s edge.

There is nothing that happens in this realm without hispermission. But he couldn’t stop this if he tried.

“I am Persephone!” she declares, eyes bright. “I am Queen ofthe Underworld.”

Her power is now tied up within his realm, the roots of thetrees she grew are far reaching. She’s twisted the rules of her power and his,and stolen part of his realm out from under him, found every loophole andescaped her mother’s grasp by becoming something she could never touch orunderstand, by becoming something that was already a part of her all along.

If he hadn’t fallen in love with her already, he would now.

“Might you need a king?” he murmurs, stepping closer. Theother gods are yelling from across the river, but he can’t bring himself tocare. “Ruler of the underworld is such a heavy burden to bear alone.”

She grins, all teeth, and when he gets close enough shereaches a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him down until she cancover his mouth with her mouth.

His arm curls around her waist, and she lets him support herweight as he continues kissing her, as she continues kissing him, as they beginthe rest of their lives as King and Queen of the Underworld.

Half of the gods across the river are laughing, and theother half are furious, but Hades and Persephone are unconcerned.

They’re gods. There’s no need for them to stop and breath –they can continue standing on the river’s edge and kissing until everyone getsbored and leaves.

No matter how long it takes.

Hades thinks this is a most excellent beginning.

Later, she agrees to spend half the year with her mother tocool her temper. But her grin doesn’t leave – it is her choice, it is a decisionshe makes that neither her mother nor Hades can go against.

She is Persephone, daughter of Demeter, Queen of the Underworld,wife of Hades, Goddess of Spring.

She is Persephone.

All the choices she makes are her own.

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