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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 3 months

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Sunrise

First posted: May 11, 2019

Focuses on: Jason Todd and Damian Wayne

Tier: Middle of the road, not super popular but with more hits than I expected

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Another ficiversary "give me a fic I've written and I'll add more" entry, this time adding Jason's perspective to Safe House. Also, I'll say up top here so I don't forget like I think I might have on Safe House's BTS brain dump—this one has a podfic!

Jason remembered returning to Gotham the way one remembered suffering through a fever. It was a wash of muddied, muddled images, an anxious blur of memories with no defining features except where the very strongest impressions blazed through. He remembered the rage. He remembered the plan. And he remembered the feeling of invincibility, of power.

Honestly, you say it's because of the Pit but I think everyone at some point in their life will hit a stretch of emotion where they react so utterly out of character that in retrospect it all seems a little dream-like and vague. He ain't special.

Fear had snapped at his heels like hellhounds, chasing him into the dark.

Yep, little bit of the If The Sky imagery, little bit of the Dean Winchester imagery, just sprinkled like seasoning. but also I have a feeling that used that phrasing somewhere else, too, and I can't remember where.

He brought seed packets to the Manor and helped Alfred plant them in rich, loamy soil. When not patrolling the streets, he wrapped himself in soft, tagless fabrics that soothed his skin and blanketed his frozen limbs in warmth. He filled his safe houses with small comforts—blankets, good food, his favorite tea, books, crossword puzzles, and soft rugs. He stayed inside on the nights when the wind howled and the sky crackled and the air filled with the smell of despair.

Self-Care King 👑

Storms had been worse for him since Bruce had dragged him back to the Magda Valley. (Everything had been worse for him since returning to the Magda Valley.)

I had to ask what had happened with the whole Damian resurrection thing and where it had happened. I don't touch canon, remember, but I'd read other fics that had referenced the incident in question and I had already set up in Safe House specifically that Damian had been revived via Pit. So here we are, though I like to think my version of Bruce would be less of a butthead about it.

He hadn’t even thought to check. Damian, to Jason’s disbelief and envy, had seemed to come back fine. Better than fine, even. The kid had returned with temporary superpowers and the welcome of the entire family, the little prince ushered back into the court.

I remain baffled by that little side story that I'm told is canonical. Why would the Pit give him superpowers? That's just silly, DC.

Jason was smart. He knew he was smart. He was cunning and he was clever and he was nigh on diabolical, and above all, he was smart. He didn’t need Bruce or Dick or any of them to admit it to know it was true. But it still stung, like a sunburn deep in his chest, to know they thought he was stupid, street scum, a thick-necked thug. Damian hadn’t been trying to be snotty. He’d spoken the truth in his surprise, and that innocence had knocked the wind out of Jason.

Jason, I think, will always have a sensitive underbelly when it comes to his origins. And while Bruce and Dick know for certain that he is extremely smart and that's part of his danger, they historically haven't been very good at communicating who Jason is to the other kids, and so Damian has had to make his own assumptions.

But he’d been looking down at this boy, this kid who looked tinier than Jason had ever seen him in his borrowed Han Solo shirt and rolled sweatpants, and thought about him getting caught in the rain.

teeby

#fanfic bts brain dump #jason todd #damian wayne #fanfic #batfam

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cannibalthoughts · 1 month

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Today is my two year ficiversary :)

#I wasn't as productive as in my first year but I still think I wrote some bangers. Gonna be proud of that :)

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sroloc--elbisivni · 7 months

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Sorrow is an Autumn Heart bibliography

October 16, 2022 is the day I put up the first chapter of what I still refer to as the spookyfic, and I'm overwhelmed and delighted that people are still finding it enjoyable. @letsgetempirical asked about the bibliography, and because I still have a lot of the info and wanted to do something for the ficiversary, here we go!

some notes: this is in two sections. The first section is the officially-formatted version (Chicago style) of stuff I knew I would need to refer back to or would definitely be using something from and remembered to put in Zotero while I was looking at it. The second section is...all of the links I zipped away into onetab when the fic was done. It's much less coherent. Not everything in here showed up in the fic, either--some stuff was just me following rabbit holes that looked interesting, or finding out that whatever I was looking at wouldn't fit for whatever reason.

Some of the jstor links are very ugly and I apologize for that. I also apologize that not all of the sources are going to be publicly available, as I was using university library access through work. The gun stuff in particular was maddeningly hard to get Anglophone sources on. I also just gave up on food at some point which is why the only visible meals in this story are the two from Usagi's recovery, and which I still managed to fuck up by forgetting the difference between yams (native to Japan) and sweet potatoes (from south america via pourtugese traders, not at all widespread). c'est la vie.

I WOULD like to shout out three of my absolute favorite open-access sources I found while researching this: Sengoku Daimyo, an SCA site that consistently had specific terminology or details I needed and whose 'Calendar and Time' page was probably my single most frequently consulted website; Shinsen On-Hiinagata: A New selection of Respected Patterns, which is a genuine Early Edo period book of kimono patterns and where I got the chrysanthemums kosode Leo wears in chapter 3; and The Rice Harvest, an online game where you play through a rice growing season in the Edo Period as resource manager. Yeah. I never managed to get all the way through because it was more time than I had to invest when I wanted to get back to writing, but its existence delights me and it DID teach me what tea orchards were.

Part 1:

Aoki, Reiko. “Innovation and Incentives in Japan Focus on Pre-Meiji,” n.d., 24.

Armstrong, Katie. “History of Kimono: The Edo Period.” Owlcation. Accessed November 5, 2022. https://owlcation.com/humanities/History-of-Kimono-Part-4-The-Early-Modern-Period-Edo-Period.

Breen, John. "Resurrecting the Sacred Land of Japan: The State of Shinto in the Twenty-First Century." Japanese Journal of Religious Studies, Vol. 37, Issue 2, (2010): 294-315

Brown, Delmer M. “The Impact of Firearms on Japanese Warfare, 1543–98.” The Journal of Asian Studies 7, no. 3 (May 1948): 236–53. https://doi.org/10.2307/2048846.

“Danka System.” In Wikipedia, October 16, 2022. https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Danka_system&oldid=1116488468.

Docslib. “Talismans and Amulets in the Japanese Collection1.” Accessed October 14, 2022. https://docslib.org/doc/1588708/talismans-and-amulets-in-the-japanese-collection1.

“Fudai Daimyo - in The Edo Period.” Accessed November 6, 2022. https://www.liquisearch.com/fudai_daimyo/in_the_edo_period.

Greve, Gabi. “Edo - the EDOPEDIA -: Teppo Guns.” Edo - the EDOPEDIA - (blog), April 30, 2016. https://edoflourishing.blogspot.com/2016/04/teppo-guns.html.

“Ofuda.” In Wikipedia, October 4, 2022. https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Ofuda&oldid=1114105231.

Sengoku Daimyo. “Etiquette.” Accessed October 14, 2022. https://sengokudaimyo.com/etiquette.

“Shinsen On-Hiinagata (A New Selection of Respected Patterns).” Accessed November 5, 2022. https://collections.mfa.org/objects/316014/shinsen-onhiinagata-a-new-selection-of-respected-patterns;jsessionid=B2C387B7B543B9D56C2759D94A3A8755.

"Special Exhibition: The Introduction of Guns in Japanese Warfare," National Museum of Japanese History, Oct. 3 to Nov. 26, 2006, 9.

Walthall, Anne. “Do Guns Have Gender?,” 24–47, 2011. https://doi.org/10.1525/california/9780520267374.003.0002.

Yu, A. C. “Chigyo - Japanese Wiki Corpus.” Accessed October 14, 2022. https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/history/Chigyo.html.

———. “Kamishimo - Japanese Wiki Corpus.” Accessed November 5, 2022. https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/culture/Kamishimo.html.

———. “Kokushu - Japanese Wiki Corpus.” Accessed October 14, 2022. https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/title/Kokushu.html.

国友鉄砲ミュージアム. “STORY,” March 16, 2020. https://kunitomo-teppo.jp/ikkansai_en/story_en/.

Part 2:

https://www.justonecookbook.com/tsukimi-japanese-mid-autumn-festival/ | Celebrating Tsukimi: Japanese Autumn Festival • Just One Cookbook

https://owlcation.com/humanities/The-Role-of-Shintoism-in-Art-During-Edo-Period-Japan | The Role of Shintoism in Art During Edo Period Japan - Owlcation

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/45744 | Autumn Grasses | Japan | Edo period (1615–1868) | The Metropolitan Museum of Art

http://dwl.gov-online.go.jp/video/cao/dl/public_html/gov/pdf/hlj/20151101/06-07.pdf | 06-07.pdf

https://metimejp.com/lucky-charms3/ | Looking for Good Health in Ancient Japanese Culture - Me Time Japan

https://duckduckgo.com/?t=ffab&q=Morishio&atb=v229-1&ia=web | Morishio at DuckDuckGo

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suzu_(bell) | Suzu (bell) - Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traditional_Japanese_musical_instruments | Traditional Japanese musical instruments - Wikipedia

https://japanobjects.com/features/furin-wind-chimes | Furin: All You Need to Know About Japanese Wind Chimes

https://sengokudaimyo.com/calendar-and-time | Calendar and Time — Sengoku Daimyo

https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/building/Yamajiro%20(mountain%20castles).html | Yamajiro (mountain castles) - Japanese Wiki Corpus

https://www.britannica.com/place/Japan/The-Tokugawa-status-system | Japan - The Tokugawa status system | Britannica https://www.pin1.harvard.edu/cas/login?service=https%3A%2F%2Fkey-

https://nbthkebscandinavia.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/e6968-pettersson_16th_century_matchlocks.pdf | The evolution of the Japanese matchlock during the 16th century - e6968-pettersson_16th_century_matchlocks.pdf

https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/history/Joshu%20Daimyo%20(governors%20of%20castles).html | Joshu Daimyo (governors of castles) - Japanese Wiki Corpus

https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/culture/Jinya.html | Jinya - Japanese Wiki Corpus

https://www.kikkoman.co.jp/kiifc/foodculture/pdf_12/e_002_006.pdf | e_002_006.pdf https://wattention.com/traditional-rice-harvesting-in-japan/ | Traditional Rice Harvesting in Japan - WAttention.com

http://www.thericeharvest.com/info/game-basics-and-tips/growing-tea.html | Growing Tea | Game Basics & Tips | The Rice Harvest

http://www.thericeharvest.com/game.html?difficulty=easy&villageType=mountain | The Rice Harvest

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/44674 | Farmers' Lives in the Twelve Months | Japan | Edo period (1615–1868) | The Metropolitan Museum of Art

https://www.tokyoweekender.com/2022/01/in-old-japan-rice-luxury/ | In Old Japan, Rice Used to Be a Luxury | Tokyo Weekender https://sake-museum.jp/en/saketalk/1010/ | The History of Rice Polishing in the Edo Period - Sake Museum (Hakushika Memorial Museum of Sake)

https://www.japanpowered.com/japan-culture/understanding-japanese-good-luck-charms | Understanding Japanese Good Luck Charms

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/11776994/ | [Camphor in the Edo era fireworks] - PubMed

https://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctv176ktd4?searchText=mountain%20castles%20edo%20period&searchUri=%2Faction%2FdoBasicSearch%3FQuery%3Dmountain%2Bcastles%2Bedo%2Bperiod&ab_segments=0%2Fbasic_search_gsv2%2Fcontrol&refreqid=fastly-default%3A335be2b0edac87a2794e24ced0c184ea | Technical Knowledge in Early Modern Japan on JSTOR

ab_segments=0%2Fbasic_search_gsv2%2Fcontrol&refreqid=fastly-default%3A335be2b0edac87a2794e24ced0c184ea | The castle town of Hikone and its future on JSTOR

https://www.jcastle.com/view/Daimyo | Daimyo - JCastle, the guide to Japanese Castles

https://www.jcastle.info/view/Edo_Period | Edo Period - Jcastle.info

https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/building/Yamajiro%20(mountain%20castles).html | Yamajiro (mountain castles) - Japanese Wiki Corpus

https://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?452907-Food-during-the-Sengoku-Era | Food during the Sengoku Era

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskHistorians/comments/81d8gf/what_was_japanese_cuisine_like_during_sengoku/ | What was Japanese cuisine like during Sengoku Jidai era Japan? How was it different to modern Japanese cuisine? : AskHistorians

https://www.britannica.com/place/Japan/Samurai-groups-and-farming-villages | Japan - Samurai groups and farming villages | Britannica

https://kokorocares.com/blogs/blog/life-in-edo-a-prominent-era-of-establishing-japanese-food-culture | Life in Edo: A Prominent Era of Establishing Japanese Food Culture - Kokoro Care Packages

https://www.kikkoman.co.jp/kiifc/foodculture/pdf_12/e_002_006.pdf | e_002_006.pdf

https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Ftse1.mm.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DOIP.Z480GtLLhOvuc1zsHfsakQAAAA%26pid%3DApi&f=1&ipt=17bd9f98803761c2300bdae496a0afb2a793b5ba6a5c3fb55316692806ed8087&ipo=images | th-1957266066 (JPEG Image, 129 × 180 pixels)

https://www.liquisearch.com/fudai_daimyo/in_the_edo_period | Fudai Daimyo - in The Edo Period

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fudai_daimy%C5%8D | Fudai daimyō - Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fief | Fief - Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daimyo | Daimyo - Wikipedia

https://www.adfontes.uzh.ch/en/tutorium/old-japanese-maps/edo-period-maps | Ad fontes: Tutorial / Old Japanese Maps / Edo-period maps

https://www.digital.archives.go.jp/das/image-l/M1000000000000000309 | 和州郡山城絵図 https://dl.ndl.go.jp/info:ndljp/pid/1286203?_lang=en | 〔日本図〕 - NDL Digital Collections

https://www.nakasendoway.com/castle-towns-2/ | Castle Towns

https://duckduckgo.com/?q=topographical+map+japan&t=ffab&atb=v229-1&iax=images&ia=images&iai=https%3A%2F%2Fexternal-preview.redd.it%2FGNBAmxXsj_ebIW6pZj0pV6ZYu--m3oHxwgpYveuCgo.png%3Fauto%3Dwebp%26s%3D8b008a3a286a814e1e7cf96b79a33dfe5b070883 | topographical map japan at DuckDuckGo

#fic talk #sroloc babbles #fic research #usagi yojimbo

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justhere4thevibez · 8 months

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Happy ficiversary, babe! To launch more of your gorgeous fic into the Hellcheer fandom, have a prompt:

Eddie and Chrissy's first date! Maybe even the drive there, like Eddie is super nervous and he doesn't realise Chrissy is too, so they have a quick kiss to calm themselves 😉 Or the date itself!

Aww thank you!!! This is such a cute prompt!!! Here you go:

Honestly? Eddie fucking hated first dates.

Like, intellectually, he knew they were necessary. Without a first date you couldn’t get a second date, let alone a third. But the first date was always a goddamn nightmare. You didn’t know them, and they didn’t know you, and the more you liked the other person the dumber you acted.

Or maybe that was just him.

And fuck, he really liked this girl. At least, he liked the way she texted, and that was saying something. They’d been texting for approximately four days, and for the last three days and twenty-three hours he’d been dying to meet her. And yet he was also goddamn terrified.

By the time he went to pick up his date, his hands were sweaty and he was somehow cold and hot, which should be physically impossible. Yet here he was, Eddie Munson, eighth wonder of the world about to die from both hypothermia and heatstroke. Truly, he was a marvel.

He pulled up to their designated pickup spot (a coffee shop, which was very sensible of his mystery girl) and immediately regretted not taking Steve up on his offer to borrow the car. What chick in her right mind would get in his van? None, probably. And he was over dating crazies. Mostly.

But before long, the cutest little redhead walked hesitantly over to his lurker-esque van and tapped timidly on his window.

“Eddie?” she asked, tilting her head to the side like she didn’t quite know what to make of him.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, doing his best to give her a not-creepy smile. What even made a smile creepy? Fuck if he knew. “Chrissy?”

“That’s me,” she said, gripping the strap of her purse tightly.

Goddamn, she was beautiful. He’d hoped she was—and he was already so enamored that it didn’t particularly matter to him what she looked like—but fuck. Big blue eyes, pink cheeks that he wanted to fucking bite (he wouldn’t, but oh how they tempted him), and she was wearing this cute little pink dress that tickled her thighs, showing her legs off in a goddamn delectable way.

She was so fucking far out of his league.

And yet she was already hopping into his van and buckling her seatbelt. Honestly, the fact that she hadn’t run screaming from his shitty van and weird-ass style (he liked it, but nobody else ever did) was a bit of a shock.

Think of something to say, his brain screamed at him as he drove to the restaurant he hoped to god would impress her—or at least be good enough that she’d want a second date.

“You’re pretty,” he finally blurted out.

Immediately, he wanted to slam his head into the steering wheel. Goddamn understatement of the year. Chrissy was a goddess in human form, fucking Tinúviel of the modern age, and he’d called her pretty? His head should be on a damn chopping block.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, sounding surprised. “You, too.”

She clapped her hand to her mouth as he let out a startled laugh. He’d been called many things over the years—most of them highly unflattering—but pretty? That was a new one.

“I’m sorry,” she said, covering her flaming cheeks with her hands. “I didn’t mean that, I—I’m just nervous. It’s, uh, been a while.”

“No, no, no take-backs,” he said, shaking his head firmly. “I’m officially pretty.” He pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and once he put the van in park he turned to her. “Just so you know, I’m nervous, too.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised. “But you’re so—”

She waved a hand in his general direction as though to encompass his entire aesthetic.

“Yeah, no,” he said, getting out and running around to open her door. “I’m fucking terrified of you.”

“Me?” she asked, offering him a confused smile.

“Yeah, you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and she leaned into his touch. “I really like you, and I really don’t want to mess this up.”

“Oh.” She reached up to catch his hand before he could pull away. “I’m not really that scary. Is—is there anything that would help?”

“A kiss might make it all better,” he said, then slapped a hand to his forehead. Fucking idiot. “Shit, I didn’t—”

She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him more effectively than any insult ever had.

“I think I can help with that,” she whispered, biting her lip.

“You—you do?” he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

“Uh huh.” She tilted his face toward her. “Want me to make it all better?”

“God, please,” he whispered.

She lifted up on her tiptoes, her dress billowing in the evening air, and pressed her soft lips to his. Their kiss was brief and chaste, and fuck he’d never loved anything more. He fucking whined when she pulled away, and she giggled, the sound as sweet as her lips had been.

“Don’t worry,” she said, interlacing her fingers in his and pulling him toward the restaurant. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #first date #vibez answers #anniversary fic fest #ficlet

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voylitscope · 10 months

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It's my Stucky-ficiversary.

As of today, it's been exactly a year since I posted chapter one of There Are Strangers I Have Yet To Become, and even though I didn't join actually join Stucky fandom at all until months later when I both got on Tumblr and wrote more in late September, today definitely still feels like an anniversary.

It seems almost ridiculous now, but when I wrote that fic last summer, I really thought I was telling, like, the one story I wanted to tell about them. I thought I was getting out all of my feelings and emotions about them. Obviously, over 120k (posted) words -- and counting -- later, this was very, very wrong, but it's honestly what I thought last summer.

Being wrong about that has been such a joy for me. I've loved writing every one of those 120k words. I've truly felt so welcomed and so supported here, and I'm so, so grateful for it. This fandom and the people in it have been a huge bright spot of the past year for me. I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again, but there are just so many incredibly kind and incredibly talented people in Stucky fandom. I'm so glad I got hit hard with feelings about those two a year ago, I'm so glad it inspired me to write about them, I'm so glad I'm not even a little over any of those feelings, and I'm so glad it led me here. 💕

#about me #personal post #my fic #my writing

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chibi-pika-artwork · 1 year

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Jade: "Wait, so you also weren't able to go on a journey until you found a dying Charmander?" Mark: "Yeah. Did your parents not let you go?" Jade: "No, I just... failed Pokéspeech a lot." Mark: "...oh"

Whoops I forgot to crosspost this here. Last week was the joint anniversary of the day that @antialiasis and I first sat down to write a Pokemon fanfic! So I decided to celebrate with art of our protags hanging out and swapping stories about their suspiciously similar journeys.

Bonus:

#pokemon art #pokemon fanfiction #charizard #pokemon trainer oc #mark greenlet #jade arens #firestorm #ficiversary

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hekateinhell · 15 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers! ✨

tagged by @monstersinthecosmos thanks babe! ♥️

1. How many works do you have on A03? 32 public, 2 anon, 1 orphaned (that I regret, don't do it!)

2. What’s your total A03 word count? 125,475!

3. What fandoms do you write for? Vampire Chronicles!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Shake The Disease, Our House, The Hand That Feeds, Play The King

5. Do you respond to comments? YES. I used to be so good at replying right away and now it's more like 2-3 times a year where I'll sit down and do them in bulk. Part of is I feel really nervous and EXPOSED when I post something and I kind of feel shy, and part of is I want to make sure I'm taking the time to reply thoughtfully because I want to put as much energy into my response as I'm getting from all your lovely, thoughtful comments! 💖 But I appreciate every single one—comments keep me going! I like to say "write for yourself" and I stand by that LOL I do write for myself first and foremost, but I share because I crave the feeling of being part of the community!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Make An Exception lmao. It's a short lil' canon divergent thing but it's basically Armand cashing in a favor with Lestat and asking him to "take care" of Daniel the way Armand once "took care" of Nicki. Either that or A Rusted Essence actually, I can't decide! I think the first one is angstier and the second one is more hopeless.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Any of my PWPs?

8. Do you get hate on fics? In the beginning I would get a couple hate comments here and there because the only fics I wrote at the time were L/A and I guess that bothered people! Lol it was a different vibe back then (only two years ago but it was weird, I'm so glad that's a thing of the past woof!). Oh, and I really pissed off a couple puritians making Lestat fifteen years old in my mermaid fic. 🫣

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 9/10 times my fics will be smut! I've written both guy-on-guy and girl-on-girl smut, and I find there's differences to each outside of... you know LOL the obvious! I always try to focus on the psychology behind the kinks and how things build and escalate throughout the narrative. It's much more important to me why they're doing what they're doing and how they connect through doing that, but if I can push the envelope of depravity just a bit too then I'm very happy!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nope, no crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not a full fic.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No! I think I would like to one day but it would very much depend on the person and the story.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Lestat/Armand! But I very much love Armand/Louis and Armand/Daniel too, and of course poly combos are always fun and I do write and read a decent mix of all the above!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? One of the anon fics. I think iykyk. Sorry, guys.

16. What are your writing strengths? I get the most compliments on my characterization, dialogue, and smut!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm also trying to get better with drawing out my fics and creating a sense of slow burn, but I have no patience and I just have to get into the smut or at least reference it somewhere within the first 2k. So I'll work on that. One day. And I can't wait to write a proper 50k EVENTUALLY. Oh, and pacing! I feel like I really struggle with pacing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Lord help me, I do this when I write from Lestat's POV, which I do often. Usually it's just endearments or a phrase but... yeah. Absolutely this is not how bilingual people talk lmao but when it's vampire fic specifically I think it's just corny enough to be Ricey, if you get my drift!

19. First fandom you wrote for? VC! My two year ficiversary was in March!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I'm so bad at this question because I've noticed it tends to be the latest big thing I've been working on! So right now that's Drop Dead Gorgeous, a genderswapped L/A human AU! It's the first thing I wrote since I've been exploring my sexuality and it was really interesting from a creative perspective to get into the headspace of a woman obsessively attracted to another woman, and honestly it didn't take a lot for me to get there! It was super fun and horny and I really enjoyed writing it and I can't wait to start working on the next chapter!

tagging but no pressure! @rainbowcarousels @0junemeatcleaver0 @butchybats @aunteat @leslutdepointedulac @cinnamonclove @nothing-but-paisley ♥️

#fic asks!#vc fic #hekate.txt

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littlecarnet · 1 month

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Sweet as honey

To @starblue2406

The biggest Lifeshipper in the galaxy!

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"I...I can't do that!" Stammered Damos, his voice echoing in the empty hall of the temple.

"You said you'd do anything for me, did you not?" Asked Arceus softly, sweet as honey.

Damos groaned. Yes, he did say that, but within reason. This...this felt wrong, no, this felt downright sacrilegious. They were already pushing it with their secret kisses and embraces, as much as they could considering Arceus's size, but this was going up a level in their hidden relationship that Damos wasn't sure Arceus was prepared for. Heck, he himself didn't think he was prepared.

"You do not know what you're asking of me, my lord. This is...a little more of what we usually do. I don't believe it's time." Damos hoped this could stall it, but knowing Arceus, he wouldn't be so easily deterred.

He wasn't.

"My beloved.." started Arceus, sounding wounded by Damos rejection.

Damos pleasantly shivered at that word. He knew exactly what to say and in the exact tone that made Damos melt.

"This is something I truly desired, and you would...deny me?"

Oh come on! How could he fight that? That wasn't fair! Damos shut his eyes and sighed, his mind raced with excuses, explanations, and more or less, justifying to himself that it was a bad idea. Because deep down, he kinda actually sorta wanted to do it. There was this forbiddeness to it that was so tempting.

He was so deep in thought he didn't notice Arceus had pressed himself to his back, warm plush dense fur pushed around him comfortingly. Damos could hear Arceus heartbeat. It was as quick as his own. He looked up at him, brows furrowed.

"Are you sure you want that? A human to dominate you in such a way?" Asked Damos. He wanted to make absolutely sure this was consensual.

"Only if it is with the human I love" Arceus said sweetly, nuzzling said human tenderly.

"Very well." Damos smiled, gently petting Arceus under the chin. "So how shall we...?"

As if he read his mind, Arceus materialized a collar and leash before them. The collar was made of solid gold, ornate patterns swirled around jewels almost the same colors as the ones that adorned Arceus's ring. Trailing down it was a gold woven leash, just as beautiful as the collar it was attached to. Due to its size, in Damos' hands, it was more a rope than pet leash, but it served that purpose all the same.Arceus tucked in his legs on the temple ground and raised his neck. A signal that he was ready to receive the collar.

With trembling hands, Damos fitting the collar around his deity with a snap of the lock. It was then he noticed, there was no key!

"How would you be able to get it off?" Remarked Damos.

Arceus ruffled his fur. "I made it, I can unmade it! Do not ask such frivolous questions!"

Damos stepped back. It was clear Arceus knew Damos was stalling and was getting frustrated...possibly, sexually frustrated? That thought alone was a bit amusing.

"I apologize, shall we begin?"

Arceus nodded. "You shall do with me what you wish, Damos. Command me."

Okay, this...this was it. Arceus didn't state any rules or how far they could go. Which proved Arceus had no idea how this worked. That meant Damos would have to set them and that was fine. His requests would be simple, nice, maybe playful. After all, he doubted Arceus would obey anything that degraded him.

Damos cleared his throat and issued his first command. "Arceus..I command you to lift your hoof to shake my hand."

Arceus had little way of facial features to express complex emotions, but it was very clear in his eyes and the way his ears bent back, that he was upset with this. "Is that the best you can do?"

Damos blushed. "I issued that because I do not wish to cross a line. It's the safest option."

Arceus was upset. "I am yours, Damos! Whatever you desire, I will fulfill!"

Damos huffed. "I don't know what you wish of me!"

"Let go of your inhibitions. Indulge your fantasies. I will be whatever you want."

Damos shook his head. "I can't! When I look at you, I can only see the deity I worship."

Arceus stayed silent for a bit, and Damos was sure he had possibly hurt him. He knew this was too much, too soon in their relationship. This had all been one huge mist...It was then a glow engulfed Arceus, causing Damos to fall back out of fear. Was he upset? Oh no. But as the light cleared, Damos could see Arceus somehow shrinking, changing into...Damos breath hitched.

Before him was a figure clad in a simple tunic, with tanned skin, white hair cascading down the back and shoulders, and wearing a much smaller version of the collar and leash. The man that was Arceus opened his eyes, rusty red looking up at him from the ground.

Damos was confused, surprised, and maybe a tad turned on by this new development. When was Arceus able to do this?! He could transform?! The man looked up at him with a small smile, suggesting that he knew what this was doing to Damos. The evidence written all over Damos' blushing face. Appearance had never been why Damos loved Arceus, it was the being's personality, generosity, tenderness that drew him in.

But he could not deny how attractive Arceus was as a human.

He did it on purpose.

That had to be it.

The man that was Arceus gently lowered his head in submission. "How shall I serve you...master?"

Damos gulped. This was seriously testing his initial idea to keep his commands simple, pure...it had been easy to do when Arceus practically towering over him, even in a resting position. But as a human? As this gorgeous man...This brought him down to his level. And he was having a hard time justifying to himself not to command Arceus to....

"Kiss me."

Arceus' eyes lit up, and without hesitation, rose up to his feet to embrace his dear priest. Lips pressed hard against Damos, but they were also inexperienced, and in a way, Damos could understand why. Their kisses before were never in the conventional sense, as Damos could not lock into Arceus lips in the same way as a human's. Arceus did have a mouth, as hidden as it was, a maw with black gums and a black tongue, accentuating frighteningly large fangs reminiscent of his own children, Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina. Seeing Arceus open his mouth the first time was...well..scary. He and damos had to work around their lovemaking in other ways like forehead kisses and nuzzling.

But like this? Oh... his lips, mouth, face, eveything...it was so so human, even the way he breathed now, was so mortal. And it made Damos guide Arceus with his mouth to show him how this was done, how humans kissed. And Arceus allowed this, reveling in the new sensations that blossomed within him. They parted after what seemed forever but also much to soon, and Arceus, panting, face flushed, awaited the next set of instructions.

Feeling a lot more confident, Damos issued his next command.

"Undress."

Arceus hesitated for a bit, and for a second Damos thought maybe that was too far. He was about to apologize, but then noticed how Arceus was struggling with how to remove his clothes. Damos couldn't help but laugh, which annoyed Arceus. To him, it was ruining the mood, but Damos honestly liked this candid moment between them. Of course Arceus would know nothing of human clothing, having never needed it before.

"Allow me." Offered Damos, removing the straps and belt keeping the tunic on Arceus' body. With that out of the way, he slipped the sleeves down, allowing it to fall to the floor. Both gasped. For Arceus, he'd never been naked before due to his fur, and this was all very intriguing and for Damos he was just overcome with how beautiful Arceus was.

To be continued...on A03

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Just something cute, funny, and sexy for...well for shits and giggles really. This isn't related to my fic nor Star's fic, I just like the ship. XD Consider it an early ficiversary gift to all my readers back on A03, you've all been so amazing! Thank you so much for the comments, encouragement, and views!

#Pokemon fic #ficiversary #Gift fic #Starblue2408

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spjohnv-blog · 21 days

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April 8 is my ficiversary, the day I started writing fanfic... for the second time. My actual first works were eighteen years ago, when I was not nearly that old, and I got a mean review and quit for a couple years, came back, and then was highly productive for three or four straight years that felt longer. I took it all seriously, like I was some kind of real artist, when I was a sheltered teenage boy trying to be funny on the internet.

It was a good run, and I'll always treasure that period where I was having fun creating content that a handful of others seemed to like. Lightning in a bottle.

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the-lonelybarricade · 8 months

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💝BESTIE HAPPY FICIVERSARY!!!! 💝Ngl when I saw the post a few days ago I didn’t believe it bc I am so time blind😬

ACoFD is truly such a gem of a fic and one of my favorites (and I still have it open on my phone in my ReReads tab group for whenever I need a pick me up☺️ according to my ao3 history I may or may not have visited it 312 times over the course of a year and a half😅)

I hope you’re having a good day, and a wonderful feysand week!! ☺️

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💝 anon my beloved!!!

You and me both on being time blind, I made the post a few days ago and then completely forgot about it 😂 Two years feels like simulatenously way too much time and not enough time??

And you visited ACoFD 312 times!?!? 🥺🥺🥺 I am so honored you enjoy the story enough to keep coming back to it and also I hope you know that I'm fully determined to finish this fic soley as a gift to you for being so lovely 🥺 This is literally me:

I hope you've been enjoying feysand week and taking good care of yourself! Thank you for always being so kind 💕💕

#💝 anon #A million smooches for you AS ALWAYS #I hope you're having the BEST day

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lexicals · 1 year

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OH GOSH I ALMOST MISSED IT

It's ficiversary day!

Happy birthday to the longest story I have ever written, and probably the one I'm most proud of. 250k words about falling in love with the ghost who is haunting your house, aka that one time I wrote a book masquerading as a piece of taakitz fanfiction. Wild.

I have been too busy and/or focused on other projects this past year to work on finishing the post-canon addition just yet, but we'll see what the future holds.... either way I'm gonna share the link to the main fic and the published chapters of the post-canon oneshot below, as is tradition (I cannot believe it's already been 3 years wow)

Main fic

Post-canon oneshot

If you followed me for this fic at some point, please keep an eye out for the webcomic I'm developing also! I'm hoping to start publishing it sometime this year, and it has a lot of similar vibes in that it is also a supernatural enemies-to-lovers romance type deal in which death is but an inconvenience (except it's lesbians this time), so I hope that enjoyers of this fic will find something to enjoy there also. I had to do the obligatory plug you understand ok ok

Anyway, until next year 💕

#wastepaper basket #an echo an answer #Technically this is a few minutes late but it's still the 20th somewhere lol #Anyway 3 years!! Already!! Man!!

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 3 months

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Wishes & Dreams

First posted: April 23, 2019

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth

Favorite bookmark: "👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 that good shit"

Tier: Middle of the pack at best

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Another ficiversary request, and this was one I allllllmost declined, just because "Breathing" was so perfect for me just as it was. But because I used TQT as a framework for the last fic, I knew I had to continue that with this one, so it was fun to figure out whose POV and how. Alfred as a kind of Petrus just made sense.

The nightmares were bad that night. He knew they would be. When the screaming began, it was not a question of if or even when, but rather a question of who and in what order.

It's one of those things that are so obvious once they're said out loud, but until they are... Like, of course Jason is going to have some PTSD consequences, but so are the others! Even Tim and Damian, who weren't affected by Jason's first death, saw him get stabbed and almost die and also their dad faint. Lots to process.

No one had slept on the flight back either, not truly. Master Jason had dozed off and on, twitching and muttering in his sleep only to quiet again when Master Bruce murmured in his ear. Masters Tim and Damian also had subsided into hooded, disassociated states close to rest but not quite there. Alfred himself had split his time between the entirety of the family, assessing young Damian’s bruises, monitoring Jason, and taking turns at the helm with Master Dick. As for his part, Bruce never left Jason’s side.

The whole title thing is such a bother. I go back and forth on how Alfred refers to them all within the privacy of his own head. Here I just split the difference and established the initial naming with the title and then dropped it from there.

Ordinarily, Jason would protest being called a boy. Much like Damian he was in that way. And, truth be told, there was little boyishness left in his appearance. Death had filled him out in ways Alfred could scarcely believe, broadening his shoulders and deepening his voice. Death and that wretched al Ghul clan. It was a man, not a boy, who had protected his brothers at great cost to himself, a man who had hid the truth to spare them further damage. But it was still a boy who had fussed under Alfred’s care, the same boy who used to squirm away from plaster over skinned knees and ice packs to swollen eyes blooming black. And it was, in many ways, still just a boy who had fought to reach his father’s side, when he had thought there was danger afoot.

I will never be over Jason dying as a child and coming back so radically changed physically. Like, think about the cases where kids are abducted and are found years later as adults themselves, how wild that seemingly instantaneous shift is for their families.

Alfred couldn’t wholly stifle the grunt as he heaved himself to his feet. His hip had gone stiff in the waiting, the movement sending a twinge down his leg to match the ache in his lower back and the gritty burning behind his eyelids.

I love seeding human fallibility into Alfred.

“Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was soft now, low and conciliatory in the proper way for frightened children and dangerous men.

🥺

The sweat-plastered head snapped in the direction of his voice. Blue eyes stared but did not see. A splotch of red was beginning to spread across his abdomen, staining the cotton t-shirt. That would be stitches popped, then.

Let me tell you, writing a KOA scene from Petrus-as-Alfred's view is such a trip. (Not in the least because Alfred is far more Galen.)

“Is there danger?” “Does he need water?” “Aw, Jay—Al, I’ll get him a new nightshirt, don’t worry.” “I can fetch some clean bandages.” “Was it a nightmare?”

I think they would be offended, being compared to the attendants, but they are. yap yap yap

Into the silence, Bruce spoke. “Your brother has made his wishes clear. To bed with you, or to the kitchen for warm milk if you can’t sleep, but it is time for you all to leave.”

I don't know that Bruce would like his TQT foil any better, though. 😂

He was watching Jason on the off-chance that the boy decided to throw the second knife now clutched in his hand. They would likely be safe—though thrown in panic, the first projectile had not been aimed to injure—but Alfred thought it wise to monitor against, regardless.

Jason would never, even in anger or panic or fear. As long as he recognizes them, he wouldn't.

“That was the worst,” Jason groaned as he sagged into his father. Bruce hummed. “You always were an overenthusiastic puker.”

This pops up again in later fics and is stolen directly from my brother, the kid who would puke so aggressively that he would bust blood vessels in his face.

Jason huffed a shaky laugh, then turned to press his forehead against the side of Bruce's neck. That was something he used to do as a child, Alfred remembered with a start, wondering how he could have forgotten. When compared to Dick, Jason had always been the more standoffish of the two, but he had been known to cling when truly distressed.

It isn't only Bruce and Jason who forget the little things. Loss and distance steals from us all.

“Bruce,” Jason whispered, “promise me you’ll make sure I’m dead next time. Promise me you won’t bury me alive. Or cremate me. And promise me you won’t bring me back.”

I love it any time this is addressed in a fic, even in passing. Sometimes other people have Jason want the exact opposite, and that's okay too. I just like it when it's something he's clearly thought about and stressed over, because of course he has!! (And if you know TQT and know what this conversation actually was in that story.......)

Bruce had his face turned so his lips were pressed into his son’s sweaty, matted curls. A single tear had streaked his face, shimmering in the light before disappearing into the tired lines that creased his skin. Old. They had all become old when Alfred had looked away.

😭

“I’ll make sure you have some sort of alarm, how about that?” Bruce offered. Despite the hitch in his voice, he sounded warm and soothing, much like his own father, God rest his soul.

They've lost so much.

Alfred sniffed disdainfully as he reemerged, his heart tucked neatly back into his pocket.

That's him. That's Alfred Pennyworth.

“Alfred’s not old,” Jason protested with a yawn. “He’s immortal. That’s a different thing.”

That's him. That's Alfred Pennyworth. But also wow what a thing to say immediately after their last conversation.

Despite the night’s fright, both of the bed’s occupants were blinking dozily by the time Alfred closed the kit again.

That's an adverb we as a society should use more often.

“The privileges of an old man. You are all still little boys to me.” Alfred bent and pressed his lips to Jason’s forehead, then to Bruce’s. “Goodnight, sirs. Only the sweetest of dreams to you both.”

Alfred as Petrus. Alfred as Phresine. Six of one, half dozen of the other.

#fanfic bts brain dump #jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfic #fanfic #batfam

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