The Goat's Nest

I'm just a 33 y/o nonbinary trans guy (they/he) coping with The Horrors™️ by writing smutty fanfics and engaging in kinky yearning. Part-time writer, full-time bi/pan human disaster. Do not repost my writing; if it's not here, reblogged from here, or on my AO3, then I didn't consent to that.

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Note: If you're new here and not into smut, you probably noticed a lot of hearts on your posts and were confused to find this blog. The sideblog you seek is @solar-neophyte (my virtual altar/shrine).

❕️This pinned post was last updated 12/22/25.❕️

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SMUT REQUESTS: Open, but I can't promise to get to them in a reasonable time frame, and I will only do the ones that inspire me.

Number of Requests In My Inbox Already: 6 that I am willing to consider, all others have been deleted due to lack of interest or poor fit. I am willing to accept up to 2 more before closing my requests again for an audit.

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This is a kinky fucking space - risk aware consensual kink, not necessarily safe or sane. If you are vanilla or squeamish, this might not be the blog for you. That being said, this blog will never contain ageplay, raceplay, scat, piss, vomit, rapeplay, nonconsent, bestiality, A/B/O dynamics, anything centered on stomach growth/bulging, unprotected penis-in-vagina sex, creampie, pregnancy/miscarriage, underage participants, feet, clown-fucking, or breeding.

Additionally, these fics are not instructions. Do not try this shit at home without proper education/training.

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Happy Winter Solstice, I came back to give y'all a present. This fell out of my brain, today.

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader - Reader is described as having a clit, but their gender isn't described so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tags: Strap-Ons, Oral Sex, Light Dom-Sub, Ficlet, Female Reader-Insert, Nonbinary Reader-Insert, Trans Male Reader-Insert, AFAB!Reader-Insert, Mention of Pegging/Anal Play, Established Relationship, Porn Without Plot, Christmas Smut, Sub Roy Harper (but also low-key bratty)

Don't be creepy, please assume that Roy is over 21 and within 5 years of your age. If you're under 18, I'd prefer that you not read this, but I also know that I have no control over your choices. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The easiest way you’ve found to effectively shut your boyfriend up involves giving his mouth something more interesting to do - and given your choice to date Roy Harper, the red-headed epitome of a Sagittarius with ADHD, this shouldn’t have surprised anyone…but that doesn’t make it any less entertaining or fun for you, every time. Today, though, has been a little different - because while you’ve still got the archer’s mouth occupied between your thighs, those plush lips are wrapped around a brand-new black silicone strap-on, not your clit.

Roy’s bright eyes go half-lidded when he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, gently-yet-firmly guiding his head as you work him up to deep-throating. Groaning softly, he takes the dildo nearly to the hilt, his blown pupils focused on you through dark lashes as he presses forward; his hands are in loose fists against his back, where you’ve cuffed them in red leather. You both know that he could escape in seconds, if he wanted to - but as Roy put it earlier, why the fuck would he want to get away from the only thing that turns his brain off the way using did, while someone he loves keeps him safe and makes use of him? When you bottom out in his mouth, you can almost feel him swallow around the cock like it’s your own, causing your breath to hitch and your hips to buck automatically.

“Shit, honey, I’m sorry -” You start to pull back, worried that you’re gagging him and trying to give him room to breathe - only to hear a pouty whine as glassy emerald eyes meet yours. Going still, you watch as Roy shuffles forward a few inches on his knees, taking the whole dildo back in his mouth with a relieved hum. His eyelids flutter shut and he smiles around the toy, looking almost serene in his submission to you. Shakily, you breathe out, “God…damn it, Roy…you’re such a good boy for me, you know that?”

Roy hums happily in acknowledgement, staying in place and keeping his jaw loose as you start to gently fuck his mouth. He knows that if he stays this pliable and obedient, you’ll let him take out his plug and ride your strap while being as mouthy as he damn well pleases - and a chance at fulfilling that long-held fantasy with you is more than enough motivation to sit here and take everything you throw at him with a smile. After all, it’s Christmas, and what can he say? You’re quite the giver.

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Happy Winter Solstice, I came back to give y'all a present. This fell out of my brain, today.

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader - Reader is described as having a clit, but their gender isn't described so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tags: Strap-Ons, Oral Sex, Light Dom-Sub, Ficlet, Female Reader-Insert, Nonbinary Reader-Insert, Trans Male Reader-Insert, AFAB!Reader-Insert, Mention of Pegging/Anal Play, Established Relationship, Porn Without Plot, Christmas Smut, Sub Roy Harper (but also low-key bratty)

Don't be creepy, please assume that Roy is over 21 and within 5 years of your age. If you're under 18, I'd prefer that you not read this, but I also know that I have no control over your choices. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The easiest way you’ve found to effectively shut your boyfriend up involves giving his mouth something more interesting to do - and given your choice to date Roy Harper, the red-headed epitome of a Sagittarius with ADHD, this shouldn’t have surprised anyone…but that doesn’t make it any less entertaining or fun for you, every time. Today, though, has been a little different - because while you’ve still got the archer’s mouth occupied between your thighs, those plush lips are wrapped around a brand-new black silicone strap-on, not your clit.

Roy’s bright eyes go half-lidded when he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, gently-yet-firmly guiding his head as you work him up to deep-throating. Groaning softly, he takes the dildo nearly to the hilt, his blown pupils focused on you through dark lashes as he presses forward; his hands are in loose fists against his back, where you’ve cuffed them in red leather. You both know that he could escape in seconds, if he wanted to - but as Roy put it earlier, why the fuck would he want to get away from the only thing that turns his brain off the way using did, while someone he loves keeps him safe and makes use of him? When you bottom out in his mouth, you can almost feel him swallow around the cock like it’s your own, causing your breath to hitch and your hips to buck automatically.

“Shit, honey, I’m sorry -” You start to pull back, worried that you’re gagging him and trying to give him room to breathe - only to hear a pouty whine as glassy emerald eyes meet yours. Going still, you watch as Roy shuffles forward a few inches on his knees, taking the whole dildo back in his mouth with a relieved hum. His eyelids flutter shut and he smiles around the toy, looking almost serene in his submission to you. Shakily, you breathe out, “God…damn it, Roy…you’re such a good boy for me, you know that?”

Roy hums happily in acknowledgement, staying in place and keeping his jaw loose as you start to gently fuck his mouth. He knows that if he stays this pliable and obedient, you’ll let him take out his plug and ride your strap while being as mouthy as he damn well pleases - and a chance at fulfilling that long-held fantasy with you is more than enough motivation to sit here and take everything you throw at him with a smile. After all, it’s Christmas, and what can he say? You’re quite the giver.

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Here's a link if you want to find this on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76158351

[capricornafterdark]

needing some roy x fem reader smut it's been a hard week...

Better late than ever, but check my most recent post!

[capricornafterdark]

Happy Winter Solstice, I came back to give y'all a present. This fell out of my brain, today.

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader - Reader is described as having a clit, but their gender isn't described so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tags: Strap-Ons, Oral Sex, Light Dom-Sub, Ficlet, Female Reader-Insert, Nonbinary Reader-Insert, Trans Male Reader-Insert, AFAB!Reader-Insert, Mention of Pegging/Anal Play, Established Relationship, Porn Without Plot, Christmas Smut, Sub Roy Harper (but also low-key bratty)

Don't be creepy, please assume that Roy is over 21 and within 5 years of your age. If you're under 18, I'd prefer that you not read this, but I also know that I have no control over your choices. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The easiest way you’ve found to effectively shut your boyfriend up involves giving his mouth something more interesting to do - and given your choice to date Roy Harper, the red-headed epitome of a Sagittarius with ADHD, this shouldn’t have surprised anyone…but that doesn’t make it any less entertaining or fun for you, every time. Today, though, has been a little different - because while you’ve still got the archer’s mouth occupied between your thighs, those plush lips are wrapped around a brand-new black silicone strap-on, not your clit.

Roy’s bright eyes go half-lidded when he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, gently-yet-firmly guiding his head as you work him up to deep-throating. Groaning softly, he takes the dildo nearly to the hilt, his blown pupils focused on you through dark lashes as he presses forward; his hands are in loose fists against his back, where you’ve cuffed them in red leather. You both know that he could escape in seconds, if he wanted to - but as Roy put it earlier, why the fuck would he want to get away from the only thing that turns his brain off the way using did, while someone he loves keeps him safe and makes use of him? When you bottom out in his mouth, you can almost feel him swallow around the cock like it’s your own, causing your breath to hitch and your hips to buck automatically.

“Shit, honey, I’m sorry -” You start to pull back, worried that you’re gagging him and trying to give him room to breathe - only to hear a pouty whine as glassy emerald eyes meet yours. Going still, you watch as Roy shuffles forward a few inches on his knees, taking the whole dildo back in his mouth with a relieved hum. His eyelids flutter shut and he smiles around the toy, looking almost serene in his submission to you. Shakily, you breathe out, “God…damn it, Roy…you’re such a good boy for me, you know that?”

Roy hums happily in acknowledgement, staying in place and keeping his jaw loose as you start to gently fuck his mouth. He knows that if he stays this pliable and obedient, you’ll let him take out his plug and ride your strap while being as mouthy as he damn well pleases - and a chance at fulfilling that long-held fantasy with you is more than enough motivation to sit here and take everything you throw at him with a smile. After all, it’s Christmas, and what can he say? You’re quite the giver.

[everwalldigan-deactivated202602]

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.

[almostg]

The truth of it 🤣

[beanboop]

@ragnarokhound

[ad-wills]

[littlefankingdom]

How fandom portrays Tim's first months as Robin:

Tim: Batman, it's time for your anti-depressants.

Bruce: *grumbles*

Tim: Speak louder.

Bruce: Go away Jason.

Tim: It's Tim, actually.

Bruce: GO AWAY.

How it actually was in the Batman comics:

Tim: How did my report card got on your fridge?

Bruce: I took a look at your grades, and they were great, why? Except for chemistry. Maybe you should not go out as Robin to focus on school.

Tim: Not happening. I'm not falling for that.

Bruce: Well, if you are really going to do this, we should add bubble wrap to the suit.

Tim: I'm not made of glass.

Bruce: Are you sure about that? By the way, do you eat enough? ALFRED, can you cook something for Tim? He needs some food.

Tim: I'm fine Bruce!

Bruce: Are you sure? Do you want a hug? If you want a hug, you can ask. I can have Alfred make some hot chocolate.

Tim: You realize I have parents, rights?

Bruce: I don't see them in this room.

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PSA: The Horny Goat Has Returned

Smut Requests: Open, but I will only do the ones that inspire me. All others will be deleted. If you are waiting on a request and want to know if I deleted it, please just ask.

Plan: Try to write one prompt fill per week, so I don't get burnt out again but still get to do this thing I enjoy.

Number of Requests In My Inbox Already: 10 that I am willing to consider, all others have been deleted due to lack of interest or poor fit. I am willing to accept up to 5 more before closing my requests.

Important Note: I'm currently only writing for Roy, Dick, or Jason - the Tim part of my brain isn't online right now!

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remember the ask...? well... i'd love Jason todd with 23... and uh... yeah... you know... it's readers 18th birthday...? You don't have to, i'm is asking (goddamnit i'm so nervous this is my first request)

23. "Don't be gentle with me-l like it when you're rough."

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! AFAB! Reader

Note: As a 33 year-old, I don't feel comfy writing this young of a reader. As such, I've elected to write Jason as 33 and the reader as 29. How you choose to read it is up to you.

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When you've swallowed the last of him, he pulls you up into his lap, kissing you slow and searing - like he can't taste himself on your lips. One calloused hand gently yet firmly grips the back of your neck, holding your head steady as he claims your mouth. Your hands are cuffed in front of you in snug red leather.

You feel cream dripping out of you, and let out a whine of embarrassment, but don't dare move. Pulling back, the Outlaw looks you up and down, his eyes following the trail of wine-dark bruises he's sucked into the base of your neck, the hollows framed by your clavicles, all the way down your torso. "You look gorgeous like this, [your name]...wearin' my marks, so wet for me I can fuckin' taste it in the air."

Leaning back on the couch, Jason eyes you from beneath mostly-dark bangs and thick black eyelashes, searching. Even though he smirks, his voice is warm and earnest when he says, "You've been real good for me - so what does my baby want for their birthday? How can I spoil you, tonight, hm?”

"Sir, I told you..." You can't help but look a little offended, pouting. "Don't be gentle with me - I like it when you're rough."

He lets out a long-suffering sigh, but cracks a tired smile. "Okay, sweetheart. Thuddy or stingy?”

“Both, please. I don't want to be able to sit tomorrow without knowing who I belong to, Sir.”

“...Don't you have work tomorrow, [your name]?” The big brunette asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, from home.” You point out, cuffed hands clasped as if in prayer. “Please? I'll even edge all day, until you get home, if you want…”

Jason closes his hands over yours, laughing softly. “Goddamnit, you know I can't say no when you get like this - all needy an’ polite while you're drippin’ on my lap. Fine, you can have both - but tomorrow, I'm gonna’ eat you out until you forget your own name.”

When you open your mouth to protest, he holds up a finger and clarifies, “For my pleasure, not yours, baby. Don't worry, I'm not getting soft on you - I just like how sweet you taste.”

A wicked gleam in his eye, he adds, “Especially once you get ten or so deep, an’ start squirming. That's how I know I've ruined you for anyone else, that you're really all mine.”

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I'm really rusty, but frankly, I'm bored, single, and recovering from surgery, so I've decided to make it y'all's problem. I'm back, if only briefly. Please lower your expectations.

[savage-sinister]

I make a post about how smut writers shouldn't be discouraged if their smut has a low hits to kudos ratio, because people are just afraid to kudos smut.

I get told in response that AKTUALLY smut has a low kudos to hits ratio because people are re-reading that smut.

I make a post about how if you're re-reading a fic a lot you should tell the author because they won't know that and will think no one likes their fic.

I get told that authors should just ASSUME that it's re-reads without needing to be told.

I post a smut fic that gets 100+ hits in its first 24 hours of posting (therefor no re-reads counted) and this smut fic with 100+ hits gets zero kudos.

I make a post about how if you read a fic on AO3 it creates a 'hit' and if the author gets a lot of hits without kudos or comments or response, the author will assume no one liked their fic.

I get told that authors should just ASSUME that everyone who clicks their fic likes it, without needing to be told that.

I make a post reminding people that fanfiction authors are not mind readers and that there's no way for them to tell a hit from a person who clicked a fic by mistake, or hated the fic, from a hit from a person who liked it, and if you don't tell the author you liked their fic they will assume you didn't.

I get told that authors aren't entitled to comments or kudos, or to a certain ratio of kudos to hits.

NO SHIT.

But if they don't get comments or kudos, they're gonna assume ya'll didn't like the fic!

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Allo I saw your spicy writing request was open.

Could I pretty please request a Roy Harper x Reader, afab?

I’ve been obsessed with the idea of a reader being queen b/Gothams brightest socialite getting down and dirty with the controversial figure Arsenal.

I have no idea if this is what you wanted, but it's what came out of my brain.

Pairing: Roy Harper x Nonbinary! AFAB! Reader

CW: addiction mention; major ethical issue (reader is not doing the right thing morally and could be sued for malpractice, I DO NOT CONDONE THEIR ACTIONS); rehab setting (could be seen as psych ward, too); could be read as dubcon due to ethical issues

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remember the ask...? well... i'd love Jason todd with 23... and uh... yeah... you know... it's readers 18th birthday...? You don't have to, i'm is asking (goddamnit i'm so nervous this is my first request)

23. "Don't be gentle with me-l like it when you're rough."

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! AFAB! Reader

Note: As a 33 year-old, I don't feel comfy writing this young of a reader. As such, I've elected to write Jason as 33 and the reader as 29. How you choose to read it is up to you.

●●●●●

When you've swallowed the last of him, he pulls you up into his lap, kissing you slow and searing - like he can't taste himself on your lips. One calloused hand gently yet firmly grips the back of your neck, holding your head steady as he claims your mouth. Your hands are cuffed in front of you in snug red leather.

You feel cream dripping out of you, and let out a whine of embarrassment, but don't dare move. Pulling back, the Outlaw looks you up and down, his eyes following the trail of wine-dark bruises he's sucked into the base of your neck, the hollows framed by your clavicles, all the way down your torso. "You look gorgeous like this, [your name]...wearin' my marks, so wet for me I can fuckin' taste it in the air."

Leaning back on the couch, Jason eyes you from beneath mostly-dark bangs and thick black eyelashes, searching. Even though he smirks, his voice is warm and earnest when he says, "You've been real good for me - so what does my baby want for their birthday? How can I spoil you, tonight, hm?”

"Sir, I told you..." You can't help but look a little offended, pouting. "Don't be gentle with me - I like it when you're rough."

He lets out a long-suffering sigh, but cracks a tired smile. "Okay, sweetheart. Thuddy or stingy?”

“Both, please. I don't want to be able to sit tomorrow without knowing who I belong to, Sir.”

“...Don't you have work tomorrow, [your name]?” The big brunette asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, from home.” You point out, cuffed hands clasped as if in prayer. “Please? I'll even edge all day, until you get home, if you want…”

Jason closes his hands over yours, laughing softly. “Goddamnit, you know I can't say no when you get like this - all needy an’ polite while you're drippin’ on my lap. Fine, you can have both - but tomorrow, I'm gonna’ eat you out until you forget your own name.”

When you open your mouth to protest, he holds up a finger and clarifies, “For my pleasure, not yours, baby. Don't worry, I'm not getting soft on you - I just like how sweet you taste.”

A wicked gleam in his eye, he adds, “Especially once you get ten or so deep, an’ start squirming. That's how I know I've ruined you for anyone else, that you're really all mine.”

●●●●●

I'm really rusty, but frankly, I'm bored, single, and recovering from surgery, so I've decided to make it y'all's problem. I'm back, if only briefly. Please lower your expectations.

[capricornafterdark]

remember the ask...? well... i'd love Jason todd with 23... and uh... yeah... you know... it's readers 18th birthday...? You don't have to, i'm is asking (goddamnit i'm so nervous this is my first request)

23. "Don't be gentle with me-l like it when you're rough."

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! AFAB! Reader

Note: As a 33 year-old, I don't feel comfy writing this young of a reader. As such, I've elected to write Jason as 33 and the reader as 29. How you choose to read it is up to you.

●●●●●

When you've swallowed the last of him, he pulls you up into his lap, kissing you slow and searing - like he can't taste himself on your lips. One calloused hand gently yet firmly grips the back of your neck, holding your head steady as he claims your mouth. Your hands are cuffed in front of you in snug red leather.

You feel cream dripping out of you, and let out a whine of embarrassment, but don't dare move. Pulling back, the Outlaw looks you up and down, his eyes following the trail of wine-dark bruises he's sucked into the base of your neck, the hollows framed by your clavicles, all the way down your torso. "You look gorgeous like this, [your name]...wearin' my marks, so wet for me I can fuckin' taste it in the air."

Leaning back on the couch, Jason eyes you from beneath mostly-dark bangs and thick black eyelashes, searching. Even though he smirks, his voice is warm and earnest when he says, "You've been real good for me - so what does my baby want for their birthday? How can I spoil you, tonight, hm?”

"Sir, I told you..." You can't help but look a little offended, pouting. "Don't be gentle with me - I like it when you're rough."

He lets out a long-suffering sigh, but cracks a tired smile. "Okay, sweetheart. Thuddy or stingy?”

“Both, please. I don't want to be able to sit tomorrow without knowing who I belong to, Sir.”

“...Don't you have work tomorrow, [your name]?” The big brunette asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, from home.” You point out, cuffed hands clasped as if in prayer. “Please? I'll even edge all day, until you get home, if you want…”

Jason closes his hands over yours, laughing softly. “Goddamnit, you know I can't say no when you get like this - all needy an’ polite while you're drippin’ on my lap. Fine, you can have both - but tomorrow, I'm gonna’ eat you out until you forget your own name.”

When you open your mouth to protest, he holds up a finger and clarifies, “For my pleasure, not yours, baby. Don't worry, I'm not getting soft on you - I just like how sweet you taste.”

A wicked gleam in his eye, he adds, “Especially once you get ten or so deep, an’ start squirming. That's how I know I've ruined you for anyone else, that you're really all mine.”

●●●●●

I'm really rusty, but frankly, I'm bored, single, and recovering from surgery, so I've decided to make it y'all's problem. I'm back, if only briefly. Please lower your expectations.

[capricornafterdark]

If you're new, you probably noticed a lot of hearts on your post and were confused to find this blog. The sideblog you seek is @solar-neophyte (my virtual altar/shrine).

[rederiswrites]

You know, some of my favorite fics are abandoned.  And yeah, I wish they weren't  abandoned, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love them.  I certainly don’t wish they’d never been written.  Just saying, for those of us with dangling fics we guilt ourselves over.  It’s still better that you wrote what you wrote.

[capricornafterdark]

Thank you, I needed to hear this. I've been considering taking my unfinished sequel to Hair of the Dog off of Ao3, but maybe people are just happy for part of it to be written. Maybe unfinished is better than nonexistent.