So I don't often do standalone posts talking about Defiance or my plans for the story. It's been going strong for almost two years at this point and I think y'all know I both have plans and am going to keep putting out chapters at the same pace.
Most of y'all know this is a runaway fic. It's the second time in my decades as a writer/fanfiction writer that I've had a story run away from me like this. The world building, the characters, the things that the 2018 She-Ra gave me are such a dense, fertile place to dig into story.
So here we are. What was supposed to a 90k (just a month of writing) for the 2024 Big Bang has turned into a years long adventure that I have loved every minute of. But the original plan for the reunion has been scrapped to bring it closer in.
But I'm writing a story that fits into my two favorite genres (planetary romance and space opera) and I am loving the long form writing.
And we're coming up on it. But because y'all have been so patient, here's the basic plan - it will happen before the end of summer. The The reunion is coming.
2-3 chapters of Adora and Co. at the library
A chapter or two of Horde and Haflmoon
4-5 chapters of Salineas
2-3 chapters of Halfmoon
And then the Reunion Sequence will begin. My hope and my plan is that I will be able to write fast enough to get the 8-12 chapters of the Reunion sequence done before I start posting them -
- and be able to post them in a blitz of one a day until Arc II ends, at which point, I will take a break of at least two weeks before I start posting agian.
That's the update.
Wish me my luck with my schedule, that I can write fast and well!
A snippet from my posted (first!) whumtpober fic :)
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Loki looks ragged and broken, like he’s been drained of life and discarded.
When his eyes peek over his arms, they’re completely white, the beautiful green irises swallowed by the opaque film of the bio-weapon.
“Oh Loki…” Mobius whispers.
“Is that you?” Loki says, “…Mobius?”
“Yes, it’s me,” Mobius takes a step forward, “Can you see me? Do you remember?”
Loki shakes his head and Mobius wants to collapse there and then but this surely can’t last forever. There is no time to submit to his emotions when Loki needs him.
“I don’t remember,” Loki says, “But part of me knows you. And that smell…”
He hasn’t answered as to whether he can see but Mobius can hazard a good guess as Loki turns his head searchingly.
Mobius glances at the pie.
“The key lime smell?” he says softly, “Do you recognise that?”
Loki nods.
“There’s nothing sweet like that on the ship…unless you count a sour, sweetness. A scent like blood but death…”
“No death here, Loki,” Mobius approaches slowly and comes to sit in front of him, “Just me. I’m sitting in front of you.”
Loki opens a hand and Mobius takes it, ignoring the cold sweat coating Loki’s palm and gripping him steadily.
He can taste blood in his own mouth from where he’s bitten his lip with stress.
“You said you’re my friend,” Loki murmurs, “I don’t have any friends. No alliances. No home.”
“Yes, you do,” Mobius replies gently and he brings his other hand to Loki’s, stroking over the back of his hand, “This is your home.”
Loki’s white eyes seem to shift slightly, a faint outline of an iris visible for a moment.
Mobius’s heart jumps into his throat and he keeps talking, peeling away the guard that hides his deeper affections for Loki.
If it is what can bring him back, then so be it.
“We met when you were brought here against your will, after something bad happened and you were going to be sent back to Asgard,” Mobius explains, “Not all of it was your choice. So I got you put on a case to work with me, because of your potential.”
Loki’s chest is heaving but he hangs on every word, fingernails digging crescents into Mobius’s palm.
“You don’t enjoy hurting people,” Mobius says, “You’ve been hurt and that’s what you’re remembering. The ship and the pain…that’s long gone now. We work together, protecting time and you are…”
Loki’s eyes are becoming clearer. His head turns slightly towards the grounding smell of the key lime pie.
The exposure is working.
“…you are safe with me. You are my closest friend. Loki, you mean more to me than I’ve told you and you have nothing to fear. Not whilst you’re here.”
Was it too far? Too affectionate for Loki’s fragile, amnesiac state?
…
Super proud of this one <3
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Can I request a jealous dom! Ei because miko keeps touching/touching fem and ei does something spicy 👀
Belonging to her
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Ei, Yae Miko
Pairings: Ei x Fem! Reader, Yae Miko x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, electro stimulation, jealousy
Synopsis: There have been a LOT of requests for jealous sex with the women
Word count: 1.4k
Extra Notes: I put these together because I thought they fit well.
Ei is generally used to Miko's antics. She's well aware that she wouldn't be able to avoid or deflect any of her teasing. But there are some lines that even her best friend shouldn't cross, and one of them is you.
To Yae, the best entertainment involves her using your compliant nature against you to force you to play along with her, all while watching Ei slowly lose her composure.
The Maiden's hands roam all over you as she talks. You shiver as her breath hits the shell of your ear.
"Ei may be the one in a puppet's body, but you behave more like a doll. I can practically pose you however I want," she emphasizes this by taking your wrist in her hand and lifting your arm up, her other arm wrapped around your waist. You look like two lovers who have just finished a waltz. You, the damsel, red faced and wide eyed. Miko, the dame, who's just finished capturing your heart with her beauty and grace. Ei's glass cracks in her grip.
"You even have the perfect body for playing dress up," she gasps, "We should see how you look in a shrine maiden uniform! Oh, I bet you'd be so adorable in a hamaka." Her hands start roaming again. She forces you to hold your arms outstretched, then wraps her arms around your waist, then puts her foot next to yours. She's sizing you up, informally taking your measurements. Ei stalks over to the two of you in front of the large mirror.
"Miko…"
"Oh Ei! I didn't see you there. We were just talking about swapping outfits. Be a dear and hold my hair so I can get out of my dress easier."
"Miko, I think it's time for you to go. I'd like to spend some alone time with my love."
The kitsune fakes a pout, wrapping her arms around your neck from behind and leaning her boobs against your chest, making your face heat back up.
"Don't be so mean, Ei. We were just getting to the fun part. Right, doll?"
You can't bring yourself to look at either women in the mirror's reflection. Ei's gaze is burning holes into you, and the only other thing you can focus on is how Miko is smothering the back of your head with her breasts. The inside of your mouth is dry, and no matter how many times you open and close it, you can’t seem to get any words out.
Ei steps closer and tugs you into her arms, wrapping them tightly around your midsection, just below your chest. You’re positive she can feel your heart hammering against your rib cage.
“Miko. Leave us.”
You draw a sharp breath. She’s using the Shogun voice. Pure authority and intimidation radiating off of her. Were it anyone else, Ei would have simply cut them in half and dragged you back to your shared chambers.
Yae knows when she’s fighting a losing battle. She sighs and waves her hand.
“Alright, alright. No need to get so worked up. I’ll be going now. See you soon, dolly.” She winks at you before turning around and sauntering out of the room.
Not a second after the screen door shuts, Ei has you pinned to the floor. Her long fingers tear your clothes off, and you bite your lip as you feel a few threads dig into your skin. You can’t help it when your arms come up to cover your chest, self conscious as you’re exposed. You only hesitate and become aware of your action when you hear Ei growl. She’s told you time and time again not to hide yourself from her, and you shouldn’t be testing her patience right now.
Apparently you aren’t fast enough in your response, because Ei takes matters into her own hands. Not even two seconds later, she has your arms pinned above your head, her large hand wrapped around your wrists. You squirm a little as the cold air hits you, and Ei tears the last bit of clothing off of you.
She’s too fast. You have no time to even stop the moan that’s ripped from you. Your girlfriend sucks your nipple hard. She bites around the areola, and you arch your back into her. Her free hand grips your thigh, her nails digging crescents into your skin. You barely have time to register all of the different sensations before she’s switching to your other breast. Her thumb extends and presses against your clit, you tremble in anticipation.
Ei never lets you walk out of the palace without at least three different marks and symbols that indicate that you belong to her. You convulse as her hands produce electricity. The veins on your wrist tingle, and your pussy spasms around nothing as she pumps her power into you. It’s barely even a fraction of her might, and you’re already wailing. Tears build up in your eyes, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t getting horny because of this. Ei doesn’t stop sucking hickies. Each time her lips connect with your skin, you get shocked.
You cry her name, your voice breaking as you shout.
Her long digits fill you up in one swift motion. You howl as the electricity zaps at your inner walls. You jerk and shake as shocks pulse through you, spaced out and firing at what feels like random intervals. Your girlfriend pays you no mind as sucks a particularly purple bruise onto your neck right on your pulse point.
Her pace is breakneck, and you don’t even have time to process your first orgasm as she keeps pumping into you.
“Mine.”
You moan as another orgasm crashes through you. Ei doesn’t relent. You can already feel your third building inside of you.
“Say my name. Let Miko hear you.”
You yell her name loud enough that the people working outside could probably hear you.
“Mine.”
Your head is spinning, completely unable to process anything other than the woman above you. Ei forces you to cum a third time, not breaking for a second before she’s flipping you up. Making you sit in her lap.
When your vision clears you’re met with your reflection. You’re covered in Ei’s marks, your whole body glistens with sweat, and your hair is frazzled.
Ei plunges her fingers into your cunt. You can’t tear your gaze away, watching as they slip in and out of you. You shudder as your oversensitive pussy greedily sucks her fingers into it.
You stare down as her digits pump in and out of you, only brought back to reality when you suddenly feel cold against your skin. Ei pushes you against the mirror. You leave fingerprints and smears on the glass. It fogs up where your hot breath hits it.
You barely manage to process the rest. At some point Ei fucks you with the hilt of her sword. The bumps made by the rope on the handle provide extra stimulation, making you cum on the weapon even faster. Ei fucks you in the air, easily holding you up as she thrusts into you. She fucks you against every wall in the room, and on the low table at the center. You pass out at one point and wake up to her fucking you in your bed, the sheets burning against your red ass. She eventually flips you over and forces her thumb past your puckered entrance, and the process starts anew.
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Yae Miko pants as she cums for the third time. She shouldn’t be taking so much pleasure from hearing you and Ei fuck. But the sounds of your cries make the kitsune lose her mind. Her fingers find their way inside her before she can even stop herself. Miko imagines you beneath her. She imagines fucking you against a piller at the shrine. She imagines it’s her, shoving her sacred wand into your cunt and letting it electrify your insides. She can’t help but look up, watching as Ei carries you out of the room. You’re completely out of it, dumb and fucked out. The image burns into Yae’s mind and she has to stop herself from following Ei. The kitsune races out of the palace and up the mountain, where she cums again, the image of you completely ruined at the forefront of her mind. She wishes Ei would share you, even just once.
After sending Jean off to a meeting with would-be defectors from the Abyss Order, Kaeya receives a warning that not all is well. His attempt to ride to the rescue, however, leads him straight into the clutches of a Lector who intends to pry his secrets from him as painfully as she can. When Jean, still reeling from what she learned from the defectors, returns to find her second-and-command and best friend missing, it falls upon her to find him, and save him--while trying at the same time to aid a people he thought long past help.
Chapter 1 of the torture whump! Please mind the rating/warnings on this one. I am posting straight from the second draft as I do edits, so I can't commit to a consistent posting schedule; I was originally thinking Tuesdays and Fridays, but it's Thursday right now and March is gonna be busy, so... I'll aim for twice-a-week of some kind, but I make no promises. It happens as it happens! Or as I keep saying with this fic: we'll see.
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Buck/Eddie | Teen and Up | 7k
Now I can never buy her flowers
And I text her every hour
Just see her look at me like I would do the same
She's still locked up in her tower
I climb higher every hour
Eddie sees a twitter post and decides to buy Buck flowers as a surprise. Buck has trauma he has never told anyone about before. Feelings are hurt and assumptions are made, but they figure it out eventually.
so it's my not so 'lil fic for the @thebrownstone ERAS TOUR - DAY 2 FEARLESS ALBUM
I swear when I started this, it was gonna be like 5000 words maybe but here it is sitting above 20 K words - yikes
it's my silly lil fairytale - finally finished
Once upon a time, there lived two young princes, Prince Henry Fox of Windsor and Prince Alexander Diaz of Claremont. The two princes are smitten from the day they first see each other, even if, at the time, they don’t know what that means. The young princes live what many would believe to be a charmed life — with love and happiness, and while yes, they do have some of that, it isn’t as perfect as those around them think. As they age, they face challenges and strife to achieve their happy ending.
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