They/them. Adult, and please don't interact with me if you're not. Side blog, WTF-ing + inspiration area for the same name on DW and Trobador on AO3. Reblogs are queued.
Ao3 should have a random button. Like, just give me something to read without me having to make a choice, maybe I’ll discover a new fandom and gain a new will to live.
Hello! Such a nice, organized list! It hurt to choose, because I love all your writing (my glee at seeing Alligators on there!). I limited myself to asking about two, it's a miracle: [Oz] SoK - bitesbruises, [Oz] LM not mirror images anymore?
Hi! You can ask about more than two if you want! (I think you already know about at least half of them though.)
[Oz] SoK - bitesbruises
Possibly the Shadows 'verse, and supposed to have been for Season of Kink—honestly, I'm struggling with it but I refuse to give up. Ryan + Miguel leaving marks on him.
Excerpt:
It's not impossible to hide. Low, closer to his collarbone than anything else, and yes, purpled overnight, a stark, near-violent-looking dark mark on his fucking pale skin, impossible to mistake for anything but what it is—a heavily-suckled bite—but it'd disappear under the collar of his grey uniform shirt, if he wore it buttoned all the way up.
Ryan hates having to wear tightly-buttoned shirts though.
Oh fuck it: that's an excuse. He just doesn't want to cover it up, not Miguel's mark on his skin, the visible proof of Miguel's want for him.
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[Oz] LM not mirror images anymore
Little Miracles 'verse, Brian + Ryan + Ryan's cancer storyline. Currently featuring Ryan’s long-ish hair in a tip-of-the-iceberg sort of way, and Brian being a good brother.
Excerpt:
But that other difference between them? That fucking cancer threatening to take Ryan away from him completely, permanently? Brian could fucking do without.
Especially considering it's definitely wrecking Ryan on a far more than physical level.
"You—" Ryan chokes out, "you're gonna get tested, right? They can see if you—before it gets—" He looks up, meeting Brian's eyes, and fuck, that's like a really bad punch. "'Cause Mom died of cancer too, so that's—"
"Tessie," Brian interrupts, gently, but unable to take this—not on top of that look on Ryan's face, or the way he broke down so completely in Brian's arms earlier. He's not trying to deny Ryan his late adoptive mother, but there's no genetic connexion here (that he knows of): the cancer that took Cyril's birth mother and the one endangering Ryan are two different strokes of bad luck, no more a familial curse than Ryan's is a punishment for maybe not being as straight as he thinks he should be, and Brian thinks it's fucking important that Ryan understands that as well.
You know the drill: list the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
Tagged by @merelyafigment, thanks!
Here’s the thing, though: I have a ridiculous number of WIPs. As in, my writing folder has files in the three digits, and that doesn’t include the snips shoved haphazardly in my notes app or the very old stuff I’ve been rescuing from an old harddrive recently. I can’t possibly list them all!
So, cutting down to just Oz (I know no one that will see this is there for anything else—please correct me if I’m wrong, I’ll make another list), and things that have progressed at least a little reasonably recently:
[Oz] A Collection
[Oz] A Pit of Alligators (Version 2)
[Oz] dogs
[Oz] Lifers
[Oz] LM gardening
[Oz] LM lemon
[Oz] LM not mirror images anymore
[Oz] LWS grave
[Oz] LWS jizz smuggling
[Oz] LWS tits
[Oz] Maritza
[Oz] MFP arousal
[Oz] MFP danger
[Oz] Perfect Strangers
[Oz] SoK - bitesbruises
[Oz] SoK - crossdressing
[Oz] SoK - dirty talk
[Oz] SoK - oral fixation
[Oz] SoK - voice
[Oz] Tastes Like Freedom
[Oz] tattoo AU
[Oz] The Gingerbread House
Yes, that is how I name my files. Because I am either a complete disaster that types multiple things in the same file and doesn’t even name it, or I organize to this scary degree, no in-between.
Fairly sure I can’t tag anybody that won’t have been tagged already, so anyone who sees this and want to do it, please do?
Me: Oh, that’s a well-known series that literarily turned 30 this year from a popular franchise that’s even older, surely there’s heaps of fics for this pairing out there!
AO3: This fandom is still active and has over 6k of works.
Me: :D
AO3: This pairing you want isn’t one of the popular ones, but there is indeed a tag for it. Lessee. 8 fics.
Google: No, there’s no centralized archive for this pairing, or LJ comm, not even an abandoned one, or any traces of an old mailing list, but here’s a rec page with this fandom’s non-popular slash pairings that has yours listed.
Google: Have you tried ffdotnet? Here is ten bazillion results of theirs if you omit the term “slash”.
ffdotnet: Sanitized het-flavored familial friendship is THE thing with those two, of course, how could you possibly want anything else? You sicko. Ah, yes, there is a little heap of fics where character A spanks character B but it's also het-flavored familial friendship, how could it be anything else?
Me: Oh, that’s a well-known series that literarily turned 30 this year from a popular franchise that’s even older, surely there’s heaps of fics for this pairing out there!
AO3: This fandom is still active and has over 6k of works.
Me: :D
AO3: This pairing you want isn’t one of the popular ones, but there is indeed a tag for it. Lessee. 8 fics.
Google: No, there’s no centralized archive for this pairing, or LJ comm, not even an abandoned one, or any traces of an old mailing list, but here’s a rec page with this fandom’s non-popular slash pairings that has yours listed.
Me: Oh, that’s a well-known series that literarily turned 30 this year from a popular franchise that’s even older, surely there’s heaps of fics for this pairing out there!
AO3: This fandom is still active and has over 6k of works.
Me: :D
AO3: This pairing you want isn’t one of the popular ones, but there is indeed a tag for it. Lessee. 8 fics.
So finally got this on my AO3 dashboard somehow (!!!!!).
That 100th Oz thing I wrote should probably have been witty and thought-out and intelligent or something to celebrate, but nooo. It actually contains the most brain-breakingly awful line of dialogue I’ve ever written. As in: "My baby's so hot the icecaps are meltin'."
Just. Ignore the muffled screaming, that’s only me trying to smother myself with my pillow in shaaaaaame. I’ll be fine. In a while. Hopefully.
I live in what’s basically an unfinished medieval half-cave home, and it’s actually the second time a bat gets in, but that other time was a high-speed moth chase with two windows opened. All my windows are closed, DID IT JUST POOF INSIDE LIKE FREAKING DRACULA?
…
Okay, logically, it could have wriggled in through a gap in the roof tiles. It’s a pipistrelle, it’s small enough. And it’s wedged itself into the unfinished roof isolation now (which is safe, though home to geckos, but they’re small and friendly).
I was wrong, it apparently cannot get out through the roof tiles gaps. It’s back, and I SWEAR it flew at my head on purpose. I saw its little face, just before it did. Looked me right in the fucking eyes, calculated distance, percentages of successful intimidation, then whoosh.
YOU TRAPPED YOURSELF HERE, IDIOT. I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW YOU GOT IN. DON’T BE FUCKING MAD AT ME JUST BECAUSE I’M TRYING TO GET A VIDEO FOR PROOF I’M NOT HALLUCINATING THIS ENTIRE THING.
Also, it’s dark as fuck outside. Like, fucking inkwell-level dark. And the one window in this room is ground level, because yay half-caves homes. I’m not fucking opening it until dawn, that’s a recipe for a guaranteed heart attack at the first creaking branch or curious cat. YOU CAN WAIT ONE FUCKING HOUR TO GET OUT, DRACULA. I’LL EVEN GO ON THE ROOF TO MOVE A TILE FOR YOUR MAJESTICALLY IDIOTIC FLYING ASS TO ZOOM THROUGH BEFORE THE SUN GETS HERE.
So I opened the window and climbed on the roof at the first lights of dawn to move a tile which of course means moving like ten and reconfiguring for a while, because of the not-that-logical old tile system we have here so His Idiotic Flying Majesty could leave at any point, opened window or not and I could sleep without worrying about gawking tourists (because yes I do sleep in the daytime like a freaking vampire at the moment, and yes I would really like to sleep at night instead, but just the fact that I sleep is already a win so hey), and do you think he got out?
Of course not. That empty electrical casing on the ceiling I meant to remove ages ago and still haven’t apparently makes for a great bat bed. Like, perfectly-sized. Perfectly-placed. Super comfy. His entire family was out there zipping through their flying breakfast while I was fiddling with my tiles, but nope. Nice comfy bed instead. THE LITTLE CLIFFSIDE CAVES OF YOUR PEOPLE ARE LIKE ONE MINUTE AWAY, DRACULA. THIS IS NOT A NICE COMFY BED, THIS IS UGLY WHITE PLASTIC. THINK OF YOUR AESTHETIC.
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I guess I might have a roommate for a while?
Better not try intimidation tactics on me again though, dammit.
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