#I was thinking of making a new pinned post to rec fics from 2022 since I have so many new patrochilles and hades people

[baejax-the-great]

Fic Wrap Up Meme 2022

Tagged by @swaps55. Man, I debated doing one of these, but it's nice to look back on the year. I pivoted majorly fandomwise and feel a little bad for leaving friends behind, but Mass Effect is one I know I'll always come back to.

Words Published: 282,655

Fandoms: Dragon Age, Hades Game, Mass Effect, The Song of Achilles, and The Iliad

3 Fanfics with the most kudos in 2022:

even if it's a lie

Void

Relinquish

(All ThanZag, hah. The only fic that breaks these 3 for other stats is Sunset in Your Veins, which has 3rd most comment threads.)

Favorite opening line from a fic in 2022:

He is eighteen, freshly home from his first and last Olympics, and he steps out of the taxi to find the front lawn of his house littered with black garbage bags, little cards affixed to them on which Patroclus’s name is neatly printed. x.

Favorite ending line from a fic in 2022:

If Zagreus is willing to die to steal a few minutes of Thanatos’s attention, Thanatos is willing to put his duty to the side for a few moments more to watch for the sunrise. x.

Fic I'm most proud of from 2022:

Void. It was one of those fics where I felt like I was possessed while writing. I wrote fast and compulsively, hah, and I really liked how it turned out. (But I think if I do a good job with the ending of All That Glitters, it might be the fic I'm most proud of in 2023. I really love some of the sections in that fic and it's been really fun and challenging to tackle so much time in just small snippets.)

Longest fic in 2022:

even if it's a lie clocks in as the winner at just under 85k words. Most of my longfics are 50k or below, but I think modern AUs get me a little wordier (I thought Gold would be 10-15k and ATG would be shorter than Gold, and I was very wrong on both counts).

New Things I Tried in 2023:

For some reason, I started writing in the present tense this year, and now I can't stop. I broke my previous record for number of POVs in a fic with around 15 in Void. And I think ATG is my most ambitious in terms of how much time is covered-- it spans over 20 years, and it's been a fun challenge to show them changing, growing, and fucking up over two decades.

Goals for 2023:

I have a couple fics that got put on the backburner for most of 2022 for a number of reasons, and I'd like to sit down and finish them. Now that my love of Thanzag has settled into something less all-consuming, I think I can actually turn my attention to other beloved ships (thinking particularly of Overboard and the dozen Shakarian WIPs I have).

Tagging: @johaerys-writes @juliafied @gloriesunsung @nicolasadrabbles @annalyia @thehawkewithgoldeneyes

#it's so funny to think of next year and have no idea what I'll write #like I know I'll finish sunset and ATG and probably before the end of February for both #and then what? #what idiotic obsession will take me then? #will I finally return to my abandoned children? #or will there be something new? #will I finally figure out how to write mamma mia but make it patrochilles?!??!?!!! #I was thinking of making a new pinned post to rec fics from 2022 since I have so many new patrochilles and hades people #but meh whatever just gonna do this instead #sorry the end of hte year is for being self involved and reflecting on stuff #also i cannot believe how many words that is #there's also 35k more unpublished words of ajax fic ahaha #getting more and more doubtful that will ever see the light of day

[lady-morrigen]

I posted 1,949 times in 2022

112 posts created (6%)

1,837 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@acrossthesestars

@justanotherblonde23

@moonlight-prose

@withahappyrefrain

@dashavau

I tagged 1,223 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#q - 160 posts

#stranger things - 131 posts

#steve harrington - 106 posts

#fic rec - 96 posts

#andrew garfield - 87 posts

#mare reads - 74 posts

#eddie munson - 62 posts

#cassian andor - 55 posts

#joe keery - 45 posts

#stardust reblog challenge - 45 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#the horrors being slicing off half of your thumb on a mandoline and still not being able to use that thumb properly two years later

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Needles and Pins

PAIRING: Billy Russo x Reader (I think it’s pretty unintentionally GN, it just worked out that way, but I might be wrong??)

WORD COUNT: Just at 1.1K. I wanted to write more, but work and the holidays just made that impossible. So here’s a little snack that I def plan to expand on later!

RATING: Teen, I guess? There’s some language and a little bit of ~tension~ if you squint. 

WARNINGS: Not much, just mentions of fighting/sparring and a hint of knife play.

A/N: First off, I want to apologize to @my-day6​ for this being super late! I thought I was going to be able to craft you a masterpiece, but my life has been pretty upside down since my surgery in November and I just did not have the time. Now that the new year is here, maybe I’ll be able to write you an update that is up to my own standards! I hope you like it anyway and I hope your holidays were fantastic! 

Thanks to @the-purity-pen and @flightlessangelwings​ for hosting such a fun fic exchange! Y’all are amazing! <3

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You lay there, sweaty and panting, as you tried to force the air back into your lungs. You stretched your hands above your head, wiping the sweat from your brow and flattening your legs to the mat beneath you. A mirthless chuckle came from somewhere to your right as the toe of a black boot tapped your ribs, eliciting a grunt.

“Get up, recruit. I’m not paying you to take a nap.”

“You’re not paying me yet, Russo,” you peeked at him, raising a brow. “I just need a moment to catch my breath.”

He crouched down to your level, careful not to make eye contact, and spoke low near your ear.

“I didn’t realize when I hired you that I’d have to hold your hand through the entire process. How about you let me know when you’re ready to continue working and maybe we’ll get you caught up to the rest of the team, yeah?”

He stood suddenly, without offering to help you up, and stalked off towards another struggling recruit. Your blood practically boiling in your veins, you couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t as hard on any of the other team members. You dropped your head back to the mat with a huff, cursing yourself for taking this job before pushing yourself to your feet with a groan.

Billy kicked the team’s ass for the rest of the afternoon, continuing to keep an annoyingly close eye on you as you ran through different drills. After he’d pointed out what felt like your 10th mistake in 20 minutes, you’d had enough. You could feel the day’s anger quickly taking over your body as the team began to choose sparring partners. You stepped forward, muscling past a few of the recruits to get to the center, and Billy’s eyebrows shot up when he took in the look of determination on your face.

“I pick you, Russo.” Squaring your shoulders, you faced him directly with your hands on your hips and steel behind your eyes. He chuckled, exchanging a glance with one of his partners and returned your gaze, adding an element of something you could only describe as predatory. He considered you for a moment, mimicking your stance with his hands on his hips, before shrugging his shoulders in agreement.

“Alright, sweetheart… it’s your choice,” he raised his hands in mock surrender before pointing a long finger directly in your face. “But I’m not gonna take it easy on you.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Great! Now everyone stop holding your dicks and get to work,” he said with a clap of his hands and addressing you with a jerk of his head. “Follow me.”

Confused, you walked with him to the rear of the warehouse. There were additional sparring mats set up in the corner and you realized quickly that he was trying to separate the two of you from the rest of the group, presumably to spare himself the embarrassment of getting his ass kicked. You began to roll your neck and shoulders out, releasing all of the nervous energy and preparing yourself to face him when you caught sight of his figure out of the corner of your eye.

He grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt and began to peel it off, not-so-quickly pulling down the thin t-shirt as it came with it. The brief flash of skin this awarded was enough to make your throat go dry and your breath to catch in your chest. A little too late, you realized that you were staring. He seemed to take notice and tossed you a cool smirk as he turned to face you, hands clasped in front of him as he waited, the familiar cheshire grin plastered on his face.

“We gonna fight it out or are you just gonna stand there objectifying me?”

“You wish, Russo,” you said with a shake of your head. “I was just thinking about how satisfying it’s gonna be to knock you down a peg.”

He stepped forward, crowding into your space and meeting your eyes with his. Something in the atmosphere switched and suddenly there was no playful smirk, no sneaky glint in his eye. You swallowed hard, a little unsure if this would end the way you wanted it to. Billy Russo was a dangerous man and you knew that. Maybe you’d been too quick to get on his bad side.

“If you don’t stop running your mouth and do the job I hired you for, you can pack your shit and get out. I don’t need to risk you putting the rest of the team in danger with your ego.”

You didn’t realize you’d shoved him until he stumbled backwards, taken aback by the breach of etiquette, but immediately squaring up to fight in earnest. Your next swing missed as he ducked out of the way, catching your arm and twisting it behind your back. His breath was hot on your neck when he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“You gotta work on not telegraphing your moves. Saw that swing coming from a mile away.” His knee found the back of yours and you dropped to the mat with a grunt. Rolling onto your back, you looked up at his looming form, hating the way he seemed to be enjoying tossing you around like nothing. The look on his face was one of pure entertainment and it made you see red.

In a flash, you had tangled your legs with his, twisting yourself as hard as you could muster and relishing in the sound of his crashing to the mat. Before he could react, you climbed on top of him and pinned his legs with your own. The knife flashed from the sheath at your waist to the skin of his neck in half a second and you grinned down at him, watching as his Adam’s Apple moved gingerly against the dull edge of the blade.

“Your first mistake was underestimating me, Sir,” you sneered, gently adding more pressure to the blade. “The second was wasting time gloating and leaving yourself vulnerable.”

“Well you see, sweetheart,” he was straining against the blade now, pressing his nose to yours and practically snarling. You became acutely aware of something hard pressed against your side and looked down to see his hand gripping the hilt of a large knife, the butt digging into your rib cage. “This was all part of my plan to finally get you on top of me.”

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93 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#4

I love your Steve Harrington so much! If you're taking requests could I maybe get some Steve and reader after hours at the video store?? Fluffy smutty whatever you want!

😍🥹 I'm assuming you're here from Dancing in the Dark since it's the only Steve content I've released so far - thank you so much for reading it!

Have this, as a treat!

Be Kind, Rewind

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

RATING: T

WORDS: 4K

WARNINGS: Nothing really. A little making out, some cursing, light angst. NO y/n.

A/N: It's just like me to look at something for too long and end up hating it, but then I send it to my beta genius @acrossthesestars and she talks me off the ledge. This is my first time writing Steve on my own, so be gentle!

(dividers by @silkholland)

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148 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

The Hollow House

(gif by @littlesgreys)

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

SUMMARY: It was supposed to be a romantic getaway. No phones, no distractions, no Spider-Man... until it all went to hell. Written for @liz-allyn's 900 follower fic prompt celebration! Thank you so much for the tag and I hope I nailed this creepy thing lol

WORDS: About 2070

RATING: Teen.

WARNINGS: Some swearing, mild violence, nothing too crazy.

BRIEF A/N: I am coming in just over the wire with this one. I may come back and make the post prettier later. For now, this is as neat as I could get it. Thanks to @acrossthesestars for taking a super urgent last minute look at this for me! <3

“Oh my god, Peter!” Your fingers curled around the key tucked into your palm, excitement threatening to bubble over inside you. “No way!”

You couldn’t believe it; Peter had come home and presented you with the key, telling you all about the romantic getaway he had planned for the two of you. His boss had offered him use of his river house and the two of you were going to spend an entire weekend in absolute solitude. No phones, no tv, no Spider-Man. 

Peter took your face in his hands, delicately sliding his thumb over your cheek, and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“I know things have been crazy lately, Bug. I think some time away will be good for us,” he said. 

You nodded in agreement. 

You wouldn’t say that you and Peter had been fighting so much as bickering over small stuff - like laundry. Because of course Peter had made himself a new suit and of course he had forgotten to separate it and turned all of your white towels a sickly shade of purple. 

He was right. Getting away from it all was going to be good for you both. 

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The drive to the river house was a short one. Just far enough to get away from the bustle of the city, but close enough that you could still see the city skyline as a speck on the horizon. You weren’t so far out that you didn’t still hear the droning of planes flying overhead, circling for their turn to land. 

As you walked inside, you noticed quickly that the place didn’t see much use. A thick layer of dust covered all the surfaces and you had to cough it out of your lungs as you disturbed it with your entry. The particles hung in the air, dancing lazily in the filtered sunlight as you turned to Peter, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“It’s cool, right? Do you like it?” He glanced at you hopefully, insecurity flashing behind his eyes as you pretended to take in the room around you. 

“Well…” you screwed up your face in mock concentration and Peter jostled you in his arms, telling you to stop being a jerk. “I love it, babe. It’s perfect.” 

“You know, they say this place is haunted,” he said, a devilish grin on his face. You looked at him quizzically and he continued. “Apparently the local legend is that you can hear someone screaming in the middle of the night. Really eerie stuff.”

“Oooh, well I guess it’s a good thing I have a real-life superhero to protect me then.”

You gave him a drawn out dramatic kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, coming up for air with a sigh. 

“Alright,” he said, letting you go and turning you towards your suitcases. “Let’s get these put away so we can explore.” 

As you bent over to pick up your duffel bag, Peter’s hand landed firmly on your ass cheek with a loud crack. Hearing your gasp, he took off quickly toward the bedroom, backpack in hand. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker! You’re gonna pay for that!” You left your bag on the floor and took off behind him, careful not to knock anything over as you tore through the unfamiliar house. 

When you finally reached the bedroom, Peter was standing stock-still, his gaze fixed on the wall above the head of the bed. You followed his gaze, eyes growing wide as you took in the scene in front of you. 

There were five long scratch marks etched into the wood of the wall where a headboard would usually go. It looked as if a very large creature had taken a giant swipe at the wall in a fit of rage. You started to move closer when Peter’s hand flew to your wrist, holding you back. 

“Peter what-“ you turned to face him, finding him in the same position, eyes glued to the marks in an unwavering stare. “I’m sure it’s fine! I bet they removed the headboard and got a few scratches in the wall. That’s all.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder to turn him toward you, his eyes lingering on the wall before finding yours. 

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150 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#2

“This was our forever.” with Cassian. MAKE IT HURT MARY

You are an evil, evil little witch... I love it. 😈

I switched up the prompt just a little but the concept is the same. Here's some pain.

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180 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Right Now You're Mine

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

words: 5.7K

warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drunk guys refusing to take "no" for an answer (not Peter), college/post-college aged reader & Peter

a/n: so i was listening to "Skin to Skin" by Movements and couldn't get the idea of tumultuous on and off relationship with Peter out of my head, this is the outcome of that. i recommend listening to it before or after reading! thanks as always to my forever beta @acrossthesestars for editing this into something legible. i am nothing without you 🖤

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398 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

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