hi!! i was just wondering if you have any plans to finish “keener revelations.” it’s so rare to find such a high quality fic in terms of both the prose and character development. and, of course, there is the added joy of accidental baby acquisition (though based on where the story left off, I’m so worried for tolan!!!) no pressure either way— i just enjoyed it so much i had to ask!! thank you for sharing your work with us :) —grace
Hi Grace - What incredible timing for this question! I do have more KR planned and drafted. I do plan to start publishing chapters again in the future. Currently I'm working two jobs, taking a summer course, and also working on a fic in another fandom (which I don’t want to put on AO3 in any part until it's finished). The plan has always been to come back to KR, I just don't know when that will be. Thank you so much for your kind words -- although I would say that there's so much good writing in this fandom and for this pairing in particular. Please let me know if you want any recommendations! Cheers! M
i always have a bit of a chuckle when i encounter the word "adorned" to simply describe a worn article of clothing. like, so, so sorry -- there is no way your legs were adorned by pants. they're just like... pants. unless they're made out of precious metal?? jewels perhaps?? oh no... they're just regular old black slacks? uh... yeah they ain't "adorning" shit.
Please stop what you're doing and read the conclusion to this masterpiece! It's been such a pleasure working with this author over the past several months and seeing the work evolve!
Ch. 12 The Thoughts of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughts
Julian held him all the more tightly. “But we can leave the emotional ramifications for tomorrow. Just tell me how you feel physically.”
“Old,” said Garak.
“You know, someone once told me that on Cardassia, advanced age is seen as a sign of power and dignity.”
“Was this someone an older man who wanted to coax you into his bed, perchance?”
happy new year folks! just touching base to let all three of you know that kr is on hiatus while i write out a massive multi chap for another fandom and hopefully post it in its entirety before i get sucked into another neverending catastroverse. anyway 🤪 all this to say hankcon bit me on the face, i'm fucking infected with it and i gotta get this shit outta my system before i crawl back to space husbands' accidental baby dispossession land. love y'all!
what's that? it's the holiday season, ya girl is broke beyond joking, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, the UNDENIABLE SCREAMING URGE strikes to impulse buy a $300 gaming system to play through ONE GAME that came out in 2018 ... AS BACKGROUND RESEARCH FOR AN EPIC FIC FEATURING TWO CHARACTERS I'D LITERALLY ONLY UP UNTIL A FEW WEEKS AGO SEEN FLOATING OCCASIONALLY ACROSS MY DASH...? yeah, i'm fucking clapping all right.
If you've found another hyperfixation three years past its peak fandom clap your hands
Chapter 2 of my cursed “In the Pale Moonlight” Siskarak fake dating fic! Featuring rewrites of the turbolift scene and the scene where Sisko requests biomimetic gel from Bashir!
Thanks again to @delicatetrashstranger, @cemetrygatess, and @the-last-dillpickle for beta reading! <3
Summary: 19-year-old Elim Garak wakes up in bed with an alien he’s never seen before, and things just get stranger from there.
I’ve finally decided to start posted my de-aging fic!
Note: This is set in my ‘This Be The Verse’ AU. Plotwise, I think there’s enough exposition here that it can be read without prior knowledge of the series (you will either come into it with a good idea of what world the de-aged characters are waking up in, or you will learn about it as they do). Emotionally, there are some scenes that will probably be more effective if you’ve read at least one of the other works in this series. Chronologically, this is set about 15 years after Tell Me You See Me (which is itself set a few months after the finale), and between chapters 1 and 2 of This Be The Verse.
Many thanks to @delicatetrashstranger for beta-reading!
cause everything you heard is true
your poor little heart will end up alone
cause lord knows i’m a rolling stone
so you better run, run, run away, run away, baby
a poster illustration for our form 67-A (as per starfleet health regulation) fanfiction “Dr. Bashir I Presume, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Love the Fuck Form” in which julian’s species gets forcibly reassigned and he finds himself tasked with refiling fuck forms for every single species he has ever slept with. and on top of all his troubles there’s that thing with garak…
[E-RATED, mind the tags]