#i decided to go with a combination of the cute and filthy endings i posted about last night cuz im greedy

[xseaxwitchxkpop]

Have Your Cake and Eat It, (2)

I tried to be a little punny with the title, forgive my cringe humor. Anyway, here’s part two and I am DEFINITELY making a part three to this because I want to get a little more filthy with it but the ending just felt right, ya know? SMUTTY SMUT SMUT AHEAD

Part One // Part Three

Dislcaimers/CW: mommy kink, fem!reader, dom!reader, dom!Yunho, sub!San, tall!reader, plussize!reader, choking, riding, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), vibrators, daddy kink, shibari, voureyism, blowjob

Requested: NO

Group: ATEEZ -- San, Yunho

Word Count: 2,875

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You stood outside the boys’ dorm, waiting for Yunho and San to meet you at the front door. The three of you felt it would be best to have fun the day before San’s birthday so San would be in the best mood possible and so you two could spoil him all day. 

The two boys in question finally came out, San holding Yunho’s hand and the three of you set off to brunch at San’s favorite cafe. The birthday boy set himself between the two of you, taking each of your hands like a child with his parents. You and Yunho were about the same height, so this made the picture of the three of you adorable -- you could probably swing San if you tried hard enough.

To anyone looking on, the three of you were just friends going to brunch, but each of you knew better. San wore a vibrator up his ass that was connected to yours and Yunho’s phone, making the foreplay before night that much more fun. When you three sat down and decided on your food, the waiter came by to take your orders. As San was ordering, you took out your phone and turned the vibrator to medium, taking him by surprise in which he barely held in a whine before the waiter left. He shot you a look and you just shrugged, smile playing on your lips and eyes gleaming with dominance. 

When the waiter delivered the food, you put the vibrator on low and left it on for the duration of the meal. The vibrator in his ass combined with Yunho casually stroking the inside of his thigh and coming close to his dick but never touching it, San couldn’t help but let out a couple of quiet moans, struggling to not cum in his pants at the table. 

Yunho leaned over and whispered in San’s ear, “Is my sweet prince having a hard time behaving himself?” before quickly nibbling his ear then returning to the conversation you and he were having. San let out a low whine, accidentally catching the attention of the table next to yours. 

When you noticed, you turned and said to them, “Can we help you with something?” They went back to their meals and pretended nothing happened. 

San’s hand flew to Yunho’s, grasping it in a death grip as if begging for the vibrator to be turned off. “Please, daddy…” he mumbled, face scrunching up in a visible effort to not ruin his pants more than they already are -- good thing he wore black. 

Yunho chuckled, making eye contact with you then looking back at San to answer, “Baby, I’m not the one to ask.” At that point, San turned his attention to you, hand still gripping Yunho’s, and pleaded with his eyes. You took mercy on him, considering part of the fun was edging him all day.

San let out a sigh of relief and finished his food. “Did you enjoy your food, baby boy?” you asked as you three got up, linking your arm around his and Yunho going to pay for the food. 

“Yes, I did. Can we get Starbucks? I’m craving something sweet and I don’t want to wait for cake tomorrow,” he whined, hoping that acting cute would help in his persuasion. He knew he succeeded when you took a left at the traffic light, walking towards the Starbucks that was on the other side of the street.

It was only about 1pm when the lot of you were done with brunch and got Starbucks, so Yunho decided that it would be fun to window-shop at the mall and maybe buy a couple of early presents if San wanted to. 

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It was about 8:30pm when you three entered your apartment, placing a couple of bags on the floor and putting some snacks from the convenience store on the counter. San didn’t really want much in terms of material objects, so the bags had mostly snacks for post-sex comfort and one Pusheen plushie that San couldn’t say no to. 

The shorter male made his way to your couch and plopped down, watching as you and Yunho brought the bags of snacks and water to the bedroom, sucking on a lollipop he snuck from a bag before either you or Yunho noticed and could stop him.

His phone buzzed as he got a text from Wooyoung. 

Sannie~ are you gonna spend the night at Y/N’s place? I’m making dinner and I need to know how many plates to have. Is Yunho gonna spend the night, too, or is he coming back?

San sent a quick reply with not too much detail as all the other members were told was that you couldn’t get the day off tomorrow to celebrate so you decided to celebrate today with Yunho; the members accepted this with almost no question, though Yeosang found it just a bit fishy. He always managed to see through bullshit but at least he never pressed. 

Yeah, we are. Don’t bother to set up for us. We’ll be back tomorrow, late morning <3

“Whatcha doin’ there, sweetheart?” you whispered in his ear from behind, causing him to jump a little. He tried to turn around but your hand snaked up to his throat, squeezing a little and forcing his head back, your breath playing on his ear. 

All San could do was whine as Yunho took his phone away and placed it on the coffee table, you guiding San to lean against your chest with your hand on his throat as you moved back to lean against the arm, San positioned between your legs.

Yunho sat with a leg underneath him, hand coming up from the hem of San’s button-down shirt and lightly tracing his abs, San’s breath hitching from the light touches and sensation of being lightly choked.

Your free hand replaced Yunho’s as Yunho took both his hands and slowly unbuckled San’s belt, dragging his pants down agonizingly slowly. 

San’s dick throbbed, an obvious wet spot already starting to form on his underwear from barely any ministrations from either you or Yunho. Perhaps it was the thought of what the night held that made him so hard, but all he could do was whine out as your hand on his throat restricted him from properly speaking. 

“Look at your pretty cock, baby, all ready for us. What a slut you are, hmm? All that edging all day must’ve been hard for a greedy whore like you,” you gently whispered in his ear, hand moving from his abs to tweaking one of his nipples, pulling his shirt up with your arm to do so. His whine increased in pitch as his dick visibly twitched and his breathing sped up.

“Please….momma....daddy….I jus’....please….,” he managed to choke out in desperation, you and Yunho touching him everywhere except where he needed it the most.

Yunho situated himself between San’s legs, taking San’s cock in his mouth and placing his hands on the boy’s hips to steady himself and make sure San’s hips didn’t jerk up and hurt his throat.

At this point you released your hand from his neck, taking to playing with his nipples and dusting kisses across his neck that you had access to; you wanted to hear his sweet sounds as you know Yunho did as well. 

Yunho set to work, giving a sloppy blowjob and drawing out various high-pitched moans and “daddy”s from San. The birthday boy was enjoying every bit of what you two gave him, nearly lost in the sensations of your touches and Yunho on his dick.

“‘M close, so close, so---” he cut himself with a strangled moan, an audible effort to not cum without anyone’s permission because then he would face punishment and that’s not what he wanted tonight. 

Yunho popped San’s dick out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to San, as San’s dick landing on his abdomen. You had never thought that could be a turn on, but there you were, messing with San’s nipples as you took in that glorious sight, panties getting soaked and knowing that San could feel it on his back through your underwear and thin sundress. 

Yunho dragged his nails down San’s thighs and smirked as San let out a sigh of content. Suddenly, Yunho took San’s dick back in his mouth and continued what he did before, San letting out a gasp and you gripping his chest and arm. 

“Remember, whore, you can’t cum until I say you can,” you said, dominance lacing your voice. San heard you, but couldn’t stop himself from releasing into Yunho’s mouth with a low, drawn-out moan, then immediately hating his body for betraying him.

“Tsk-tsk,” you tutted, biting the shell of his ear. Yunho, with San’s cum in his mouth, sat up and hovered over you and San, kissing San hard on the mouth and forcing him to swallow his own load. San laid limp in your arms, panting and glowing in a sheen of sweat once Yunho was done. The dominant male placed a quick kiss on the other male’s forehead, then proceeded to get up and start removing his shirt. 

You couldn’t help but look at the obvious bulge in his pants, and a large one at that. You felt your pussy throb and mouth water slightly as you imagined what it would be like to have his cock stretch you out perfectly. 

Yunho disappeared into your bedroom and didn’t come back out. You took that as a sign to move to the bedroom, but also realized that meant dragging San with you.

You pushed him up, forcing him to stand and follow you to the bedroom, taking off his shirt as he did so.

When he crossed the threshold, you turned around and put one hand on his shoulder and another on his cheek to caress his face. “Now, what am I gonna do with my disobedient cumslut, hmm? You came without permission, one rule you broke and so soon.”

San looked at you with horny apprehension, not knowing what you had planned for punishment. In honesty, he surprised himself from coming so soon and without permission -- he’s always pretty obedient.

Yunho came up from the side and pulled your hands away from San, then guiding him to a chair, pushing him in it. “I think,” he said, tapping his chin in faux thought, “that the baby boy doesn’t get to play with mommy for a long time.” You stood where you were, watching Yunho tie San’s arms to the chair with sage green silk rope with expertise, making sure the rope wasn’t too tight and the shears for any emergencies on your dresser for quick access.

Yunho then tied San’s legs to the chair with the same colored silk rope with the same expertise he did with the arms. He took San’s chin and lifted his head to look him in the eyes. “You get to watch daddy fuck mistress without touching yourself, prince. Wanna see if my baby boy can cum without being touched since you’re so eager to disobey us?” San’s breathing visibly sped up in response to Yunho’s words, San’s dick already getting half-hard again at the thought. He nodded his head “yes” vigorously. 

Yunho smirked and turned his attention to you, eyes raking over your body, painfully hard in his too-restricting jeans at anticipation of finally getting to fuck you. You met his eyes with the same energy, two dominant forces getting to ravage each other and in front of their shared submissive, no less.

The male stalked over to you and ran his hands up and down your arms, your hands not hesitating to go to his pants and make quick work of his belt and took his dick in your hands. He let out a deep moan, closing his eyes briefly at the contact. He opened his eyes again and hiked up your dress and dived into your panties, rubbing brief circles over your clit and dipping two fingers into your folds. It was your turn to moan, the contact feeling so good after aching for a while. 

He took his hand away as you took yours away and you pushed him to the bed, ripping his pants and underwear off. As he laid on his back, you straddled him and rubbed your clothed pussy on his dick, Yunho hissing at the contact. “C’mon, daddy, I know you want to see my tits and play with my nipples,” you taunt, spitting his title at him in mockery. You look over at San whose eyes are completely blown with lust, intently watching the scene play out before him, his arms straining against his restraints and dick now completely hard again. 

You look back at Yunho, making eye contact and challenging him to touch you in the way he wanted to. He took the challenge, slipping the sleeves off your shoulders and off your tits, the top half of the dress now hanging below your breasts. He lifted himself up a little, made quick work of your bra clasps, and threw your bra at San on the chair who whined a little in response at the humiliation and want to bury himself in your breasts, not Yunho.

Yunho’s hands went immediately to your breasts, playing with your nipples and drawing out a little moan from you as you continued to grind down on his cock. “It’s a little too quiet for my liking,” Yunho said suddenly, reaching for his phone on the nightstand and turning up the vibrator in San’s ass to high. San let out a yelp and a string of moans at the unexpected stimulation, hips bucking a little and legs straining against the sage green rope, making your pussy even more wet and practically soaking your panties to the point that Yunho couldn’t even hiss at the roughness of the fabric anymore. 

“Our baby boy is so adorable, isn’t he?” Yunho asked you, forcing your attention back to him. You took the phone from Yunho’s hand and put it back on the nightstand, leaving San to be tortured by the device and you quickly took off your panties and aligned Yunho’s cock with your entrance. 

He smirked at you, debating if he should say what was on the tip of his tongue. He said it anyway. “My my, mommy is eager for my dick.” He spit your title back at you the way you did with him. Just for that, you quickly sunk yourself onto his cock, bouncing immediately and not giving either you time to adjust to his length or him time to adjust to your heat.

Your moans of pleasure and his soon met with San’s and the sound of the vibrator, creating a symphony of sin in Seoul. All titles were forgotten, dominant and submissive roles forgotten by everyone in the chase of release.

San soon came a second time, coating his abdomen in white and moans drowning out the noises of pleasure from you and Yunho. He slumped against the chair, dick still twitching and eyes watering from the overstimulation of the vibrator, drawing out his orgasm and speeding his way to another despite his tiredness. You slowed down to rocking back and forth on Yunho and both you and Yunho turned your attention to San. As the vibrator drew out his third orgasm of the night, he threw his head back with a couple of tears falling from his eyes and staining his cheeks, cock painfully red and he whimpered and whined in response.

Yunho reached for his phone and turned off the vibrator, giving San a chance to catch his breath. After a minute, you asked San, “What color, sweetheart?”

Despite his obvious exhaustion, he managed to smile at you and said, “Green,” in a weak voice. 

“Are you sure, baby?” Yunho asked a second time, making sure that San wasn’t pushing himself just to please himself and you. 

“I’m….sure,” he barely managed to get out. You immediately got off of Yunho and put the straps of your dress back on your shoulders absentmindedly, carefully untying the ropes and peppering kisses on San where the ropes dug in especially hard. Yunho worked to collect a couple of blankets to make the bed as cozy as possible for San to make him feel safe and loved.

San stood up weakly, leaning heavily on you, and allowing you to drag him to the bed. He laid in between you and Yunho, you petting his head and Yunho gently cleaning his stomach of cum with a baby wipe. 

“I said I’m fine, I wanna continue,” San weakly protested. 

“No, you’re not, sweety, you can barely get out a sentence and you have tears coming from your eyes,” you responded, “there’s nothing wrong with taking a break if you need it.”

Yunho’s only response was a hum of agreement and a kiss on the forehead for San as he gently took out the vibrator, quickly wiping it down with a baby wipe for easier cleaning tomorrow.

Before he knew it, San fell fast asleep to whispers of praise from you and Yunho. You followed suit, hugging San in your sleep and Yunho shortly after you, trying to hug you both.

#ateez #lemon hours #fem!reader #plussize!reader #tall!reader #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!ateez #sub!san #dom!yunho

[loveyhoneydovey]

Dating Sam and Joaquín headcanons

Note: I was trying to write headcanons and I couldn't pick which one of them I wanted to write about, so I was like "why not both?" So here's the result, it's a mess and I wrote this at 3AM, I'm so sorry 💀

All my stories are written with a bisexual reader of colour in mind, but anyone else is more than welcome to read them

Sam Wilson x Joaquín Torres x fem!Reader

Warnings: slight mention of injuries, SMUT (lots of filth i'm sorry)

· listen omg, constant entertainment from all three of you, like one of you is always up to something

· ok so i think it started out with only sam and torres

· they had been dating for a while before they first met you, their new neighbour

· you know how torres was fanboying over sam?? yeah, that was nothing compared to how you felt when you first met them

· like maybe you were struggling with the boxes you were carrying during your move because they were so full

· sam and joaquín were on their way home from their morning jog when they saw you, and what kind of people would they be if they didn’t help their cute new neighbour

· when they first introduce themselves, you’re just grateful to see the people in your new building are nice. You also felt like they looked super familiar

· they could see the gears turning in your head when they’d first introduced themselves. Both theorizing about how long it would take you to realize

· and then after like 2 minutes, it hits you, and you feel so dumb

· you try to remain calm and collected since you didn’t want them to think you were crazy or feel like they couldn’t be comfortable in their own home

· they were super chill too, you noticed joaquín was the more talkative one, while sam was content with letting his boyfriend take charge of the convo

· by the end of it you ended up agreeing to hang out together, you promised them baked goods as a thank you for their help

· you’d totally stuttered a few times, and half the time you were staring at them with heart eyes (which joaquín was not used to but sam was jngercewdc have y’all not seen the way torres looks at him whenever they interact?)

· you end up forming a relationship with them, which eventually morphs into something more

· none of you had ever had more than a partner before, so you were all figuring it out together

· torres would be so chaotic. So organized on the field, yet so clumsy at home

· sam is the one that has his shit together (not always but definitely most of the time)

· and when you start dating them, they quickly realize you’re even clumsier than joaquín, and sam’s like “oh no, there’s two of them now”

· ok let’s talk about the good stuff now

· so many freaking cuddles

· post-mission cuddles are a thing in this relationship

· just the three of you laying in bed, holding each other, tracing patterns on each other’s skin, enjoying each other��s presence

· both of them LOVE having their hair played with. only difference is sam has a bit of difficulty asking for it while joaquín will put his head on your lap and put your hand on his hair

· if they come home with minor injuries, you help them clean treat their wounds. The first time this happened, you only had avengers themed band aids (which torres LOVES), so from that point on you only buy those

· on lazy days, after some lazy morning sex, all three of you like to spend the day baking new recipes and eating them in bed

· joaquín getting whip cream on the corner of his lips and on his cheek

· sam making fun of him before you tell him he also has some on his nose

· sam putting whip cream on your face when you least expect it to get revenge

· tickle fights, they used to team up against you until an elbow was once accidentally thrown and someone got a black eye

· you and joaquín love taking cute pics of sam when he’s not looking. He noticed it eventually but never said anything because he thought it was adorable

· both you and joaquín coming home with stray animals and trying to convince sam to let you keep them

· and of course he’s gonna say yes, you two had perfected your puppy eye technique

· he’s that kind of person who says no to getting a pet, then ends up spoiling it more than you and joaquín combined

· you never need a blanket when you’re around them, especially around sam because they’re always so warm

· movie night dates always ended in the three of you doing anything but watching the movie

· both of them flying you with their wings at least once

· you calling them captain and lieutenant in public to tease them

· messing with them by acting like a fan who’s never met them

· like at one point you buy a poster of each one of them and go up to them and you’re like “i’m a big fan, may I get an autograph”, which makes them roll their eyes

· dude they’re also both so playful. Always cracking jokes and even competing to see who’ll come up with the best joke

· the three of you always know you have a home with the two others, and that you can always openly talk about your problems and insecurities without fearing each other’s reactions

· I think sam is the one that has a harder time asking for help. so you and joaquín are more attentive to his body language and any other signs that might reveal that he’s feeling down

· it breaks your heart because he was always taking care of you, joaquín and everyone else, and you needed him to know he was important too

· you decide one day that the three of you should go on vacation every once in a while, because you’d all been working so hard and deserved a little peace

· (also bc shitless sam and shirtless torres)

· imagine eventually they’d give you their dog tags as a way of proposing 🥺 i’m melting

· you had a little ceremony while on a tropical vacation with your closest friends and your pets and had the time of your lives

· you knew you technically couldn’t legally get married, but that didn’t matter. You wouldn’t have it any other way

NSFW headcanons

· now let’s get into the filthy stuff

· whenever you act up, you usually do it around joaquín, because you knew he’d have a harder time saying no or disciplining you

· and he knew you were using that to your advantage, he saw right through it

· yet most of the time it worked

· sam was more of a no nonsense type of person, so if you wanted to break the rules and act like a big girl, he was going to treat you like one

· sam is the ultimate brat tamer and you can’t convince me otherwise

· as a punishment, he loved making you ride his thigh (have y’all seen this man’s thighs? three course meal), but not letting you cum

· whenever you’d whine or pout, he’d remind you that you brought this on yourself

· while joaquín would try to get him to go easy on you, because he took pity on you and kinda has a soft spot for you

· until one day you made the mistake of pushing him too far

· maybe you’d felt like they weren’t giving enough attention, so you threatened to go get it somewhere else. Maybe you even brought up how you could go to that one friend who had a crush on you (you definitely weren’t going to, but you knew how to push their buttons)

· whether you were planning on following through with that threat of not didn’t matter

· you got the punishment of your life on that day

· he’d edged you for hours, to the point where you were crying and trembling and begging him to cum

· so he made you cum, non-stop

· “you wanted me to let you cum, didn’t you? Now take it like a good girl”

· even sam is SHOOK, now he almost took pity on you

· by the time they’re done with you you can barely remember your own name

· they took you to pound town 😌

· ALSO, you’re all switches, and sometimes you enjoy cuffing one of them or being the one giving out the orders

· I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, torres has a praise kink and LOVES being called a good boy

· Sam has one as well, but it’s more discreet

· likes being told how good he’s making the two of you feel, how no one else can do it like him

· ok but aftercare with them would be so soft

· you’re all super attentive to each other’s needs and usually know if it’s time for a bubble bath and cuddles or if you want to be held and drift to sleep

· lazy morning sex!!! just the three of you taking your time, exploring each other without a rush and not worrying about the outside world

· if they’re on a mission together and have a bit of free time, expect lots of nudes and teasing

· or sometimes even videos, which you find not fair because they have each other and you’re all alone

· NFJDNVEF imagine you buy them one of those clone a willy kits as a joke 💀💀💀 but you end up actually using them

· you know how they gave you their dog tags? yeah it drives them crazy whenever they’re fucking you or you’re riding them and they see the tags bounce

· especially those times where you’d wake them up in the middle of the night because you had a wet dream and couldn’t wait till the next morning. Where the only light entering your room would be provided by the moon, sometimes shining on the tags they gave you

· … imagine sometimes two of you decide to team up against the third and compete to see who’ll give them more orgasms 👀the loser has to do whatever the winner wants

· Jdfvfds lord this is such a long mess i’m so sorry

· in conclusion, there would never be a dull moment with those two and they’d be the sweetest, gentlest partners

Tags: @bury-my-love-inthe-moondust

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #just sam wilson #tfatws #tfatws imagine #sam wilson x joaquin torres #sam wilson x joaquin torres x reader

[workingforitallthetime]

Ha if u want to um. Elaborate on that d/s spectrum we’d love to hear it ahahahah :D

thank you kindly for this ask! let's take this from the top (by which i mean we're going to start with team usa's dommiest dom and end with the subbiest sub, and yes i am being intentionally just a bit sloppy about conflating dom/top and sub/bottom.)

cam york: they voted him their captain, so. also there is this video. also there is this photo. don't try to tell me cam york is anything other than the alpha dom of team usa.

cole caufield: i just get the feeling that cole knows what he wants and he's always kind of one step ahead, you know what i mean?

matt boldy: listen, it would be completely understandable to combine team usa's running joke about boldy having a dad bod (see e.g. comments here) with team usa's obvious daddy kink and slot boldy right into the dom category. HOWEVER. i am interested in his teammates' descriptions of him as "quirky" and "serious" and in how he is seemingly not the greatest at picking up on social cues (seriously matty nobody asked you to act out that tiktok?) and i like to think of him as just a little bit out of step with the group. THEREFORE in my heart of hearts i headcanon matt boldy as asexual and baffled but tolerant of team usa's entire deal. AND YET i think that if trevor was bored and up for it he could absolutely trick boldy into domming him.

ok we're gonna put the subs after the jump bc this is getting long and also more filthy.

trevor zegras: listen there is no human alive who embodies the spirit of "i am gonna be SO OBNOXIOUS because deep down i really want someone to Make Me Behave" more than trevor zegras. the only reason trevor does not land further down on this list is that there is a lot of sub competition on team usa, OK? (and also i think that sometimes jamie drysdale gets the sneaking suspicion that he is being topped from the bottom, like, jamie kind of thought he was in charge here but all of a sudden trevor's telling him he's not allowed to come yet?)

jack hughes: look, it's hard going 1OA, OK? and then having a disappointing rookie season where you're constantly second-guessing your decision to not play NCAA hockey for maybe just a year? will somebody please just tell jack how to be a good boy? give him some very clear directions and when he fulfills them please just tell him he did a very good job and he has earned a treat. pet his hair. make him breakfast. (thanks, ty, glad you're on top of this one.)

alex turcotte: omg TURCS. there is an entire separate post here. i disagree with some of the fanon characterization of turcs because it's just not how his teammates characterize him. he's the tough guy with the netfront presence who's gonna slash your knuckles if you take the puck from him in practice. soooooooooo i really like the idea of alex's older AHL teammates getting a load of the hot shit future 1C with the NHL bloodline and deciding he needs to be Put In His Place. i like turcs getting knocked around hard at practice and hazed in the dressing room and him and his teammates gradually coming to the realization that turcs likes the humiliation A Little Too Much, you know what i mean? i dream about turcs hanging out with trevor and jamie and feeling a little smug about it. like, trevor and jamie's whole puppy love thing is cute or whatever, but turcs is getting dicked down by Men.

#other anons ty and i'm gonna keep you in the queue in case future developments inspire me to elaborate #insert obligatory reminder that all of this is headcanons and fic

[spnfanficpond]

June 2020 Angel Fish Awards

(New Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE JUNE’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nonimated by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

I Thought You Were Going To Die (oneshot) by @fun-and-fandoms

My nominations for the month wouldn’t be complete without a little bit of angst. Though this one isn’t just that. If you’re easily triggered by mentions of depression and its symptoms, this one’s not for you. But it’s an important topic and I will always encourage any creator who uses their art to remind people it’s okay to talk about it. (Note from Kale, this was actually submitted in May but I missed it.) 

More to Me (oneshot) by @becs-bunker

No spoilers, but I’m so glad this ended the way it did. So sweet <3

Help  (oneshot) by @blushingjared

I came across this fic and was immediately intrigued. Then I started reading and I was captivated from the first sentence until the very last. The author did such a good job with setting the scene and painting the right picture.

Talking Bodies (oneshot) by @ne-gans

This AU-Sam is such a huge weakness of mine. That, in combination with this dangerously filthy masterpiece, is nothing short of perfection.

Nominated by @focusonspn

Into The Woods (series) by @amanda-teaches

So well written, interesting plot and great development. The chemistry between Y/N and Dean is also amazing, and I loved how this mini-series could be so easily part of the show. Totally worth reading.

Nominated by @thoughtslikeamindfield 

Stranger Than FanFiction (series) by @cherry3point14

The premise is similar to the film Stranger Than Fiction – a story about a story being written about you – and it’s just as hilarious. Also, Cherry Pie is still one of the funniest writers in this corner of SPN fandom.

“You’re not supposed to move your head if there’s someone trying to murder you, probably…”

No, I wouldn’t think so, but lollllll

“You’re being insane, out loud.”

Omgggg

“It tried, oh, how the door tried to divert her attention from the unknown men who could be terrible, rule-breaking influences on her. However the door was only wood and she was a stubborn woman made of free will and limbs—a woman who refused to be deceived.”

“Your hand is on the doorknob before the mention of your limbs has finished rattling around your head.  Realistically you don’t want to encourage the voice by doing what it says. After all, the voice’s ultimate goal seems to be killing you.”

BAHAHAHAH omfg you guys

I need to stop quoting from this bc I probably seem insane to those of you who haven’t read this, so stop being judgy buttheads and go read!

Nominated by @flamencodiva

The Choice (series) by @superfanficnatural

A couple of things. 1) this is an amazing fic that highlights Dean unwillingness to let himself go until it’s almost too late. and 2) the smut in this is hot hot hot hot! not for anyone under 18 years of age.

Mert has a way with words and can literally pluck you into one and make you see it as it comes to life in your head.

Mine (series) by @holylulusworld

Lulu has an abundance of different stories she tells and this one is my favorite of her ABO’s at the moment. (although I love all of them) I think this one deserved a mention. I am glad she joined to Pond so I could help nominate and spread her amazing work!

One Night at a Time (series) by @crashdevlin

Another great fic by Cassie! This one shot full of Angst, Smut, and if you squint just the right amount of Dean fluff. She has a way of capturing your attention and putting you in the world as you read.

What He Lost (oneshot) by @jensengirl83

This short story by Brandy is sure to rip your heart out. she leaves just a bit of hope where you think there is a chance only to crush it completely with the ending. This one is sure to bring you to tears if you are looking for the most delicious angsty story to read.

Nominated by @risingpheonix761

Down The Rabbit Hole (oneshot) by @dontshootmespence

So, this was hysterical. XD I love crack fics, and bad smut in particular, and this one hits the spot. (I’ve also learned several new horrible euphemisms lol). The ending, though? Golden!

Nominated by @myinconnelly1

The Affair (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

I love how well all the characters are portrayed I truly hate everyone except the reader! Well done!!  

Red Riding Hood - or how you ran into a wolf... (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

I have nothing to say about this. I will simply allow the puddle I have become to speak for me. 

Last Omega On Earth (oneshot) by @holylulusworld 

This was a great entry in the ABO world. and we need more of this and more like !!!!! Great work!

My Beta (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

I am a greedy little bitch with this fic.  I think I've read it 3-4 since i first read it this month!!!!!! READ THIS FIC!  

Third Period (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

Some truly inspiring smut.  Inspiring to change my panties. 

Gods of Twilight (series) by @thecleverdame​

I think i posted this fic in my rec before, but it is so amazing and intricate that i can't stop gushing about it.  Fucking awesome. 

Apple Pie (oneshot) by @bad268​ 

The amazingness of this is great, check this guppy out!

Deal (oneshot) by @bad268 

Comedy at some of its's finest!!! 

Confession (oneshot) by @idreamofplaid

THE FLUFFFFFFF!!!! I don't read straight fluff.  So get the tissues ready.

Fallen (series) by idreamofplaid

My therapist has told me i'm not longer allowed to talk about this fic during our sessions.  So instead i shall now talk about it here... *pulls out soapbox* ahem... *gets pulled away with hook*

Memory (oneshot) by @idreamofplaid

This fic is older, but i love it so much.  I recently went back and reread it, and the angst and reconciliation in this fic are heartwrenching.

Home (oneshot) by @emilyshurley

My dentist bill the month was higher than normal, due to the new cavities caused by this fic.

Imperfectly Yours (oneshot) by @emilyshurley

Cuteness overload as you get Dean's perspective of Home ^^

Second Hand News (oneshot) by @emilyshurley

Alright listen. I am a glutton for punishment.  And this fic, I asked for.  Also i had it set within one of the universes we now own.  That all being said, reading this was like a dose of my own medicine and it fucking hurt.

Honesty And Lies (oneshot) by @crashdevlin

This was super dirty, and great.  Totally recommend. 

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

The Classifieds (oneshot) by @talesmaniac89

This is rip your heart out and stomp on it angst right here. So well written, but so, so heartbreaking.

So Much More Than Perfect (oneshot) by @imagineteamfreewill

This fic is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever read. It made me tear up a bit, but who doesn’t love Dean being the most protective, most adorable dad ever?!

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Dear Dean (series) by @smol-and-grumpy

It’s one of those series that makes you wants more after every chapter. It’s a brilliant story.

Left Behind (series) by @kittenofdoomage

It’s the only John Fic I can read over and over and over again. Its hot, the plot is awesome! And it makes me wants more each and every time I read it.

Not Much Left (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

I think Beka tries to kill her readers every time she writes smut… or she just tap into our mind what we want or what we fantasize about. Every single time I’m speechless by her talents!

Yes Professor (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

It’s a Misha fic, there’s no one who write Misha the way Beka does!!!

Owe You One (series) by @supernatural-jackles

It’s such a great series! The friends with Benefit and Mechanic!Dean… I just love this so much and I don’t have words to describe how good this one is!!

Flirty In French (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

This is brilliant, and I know its an old one, but from someone who finally decided to read more and from someone who is from Quebec, this is absolutely brilliant! The flirty french pick up line are so hilarious!

Nominated by @moosekateer13

Watching for Comets (series) by @holylulusworld

This fic beautifully captures the song that it was inspired by.

It also showcases things that when things are meant to be.

I’ll will all fall into place.

Please Trust Me (oneshot) by @holylulusworld

This fic beautifully emotionally captures what it’s like to have trust issues.

Nominated by @fictionalabyss

Last Call (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer 

It was everything we needed and wanted.

Culinary Exploits (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer  

Too utterly ridiculous not to get a mention.

His Omega (oneshot) by @iflostreturntosteverogers 

A sweet little comfort fic of Dean being utterly perfect caring for his Omega. Carrie also pulled off keeping this gender neutral, which isn’t something I see a lot of, and probably something I’d struggle with, so hats off to you, babe.

Poison (oneshot) by @supernatural-jackles 

YES omg i feel this on such a level. I’ve gone through that shit myself. A friend who lets you down so profoundly but then acts as if you’re the most toxic person in the world.  Nothing feels as good as letting go of that shit and moving on to better things. This was beautiful, and perfect, and TRUTH.

Amara (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer  

This one hurt. It really hurt, but it hurt so good that I’m left wanting more.

Take Me Now (oneshot) by @sorenmarie87  

If Dawn doesn’t continue this, I’ll riot.

Stuck On You (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage  

I rarely read a fic this long (I just don’t usually have the time) but it looked too interesting for me to scroll past, and it had me completely captivated. I needed to know what would happen as if I needed air, even though I could guess how it ended, I needed to read the words. Phenomenal.

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

#afa masterlist #afa awards #angel fish awards #spn fic rec #spn fanfic #afas #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic #spn fan fiction #spn fanfiction #spn fan fic #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #fic rec #supernatural fic rec

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My brain will not shut up about this darn n/etflix show so have some A/lice in B/orderland kink hcs that nobody asked for ☄ I'm not censoring names for a post this long, screw it. Spoiler warning for some minor plot if you haven't seen the show

*Chishiya and Kuina are absolutely fucking. You know they are. Kuina's determined to live in the moment and do what she wants bc 'you could die tomorrow', and Chishiya's just chill and down with it. They never bother to define their relationship or their feelings for each other, they just do whatever feels right that day.

* Kuina almost always initiates and usually doms (or when she subs, tbh she's usually a bit of a bratty/commanding sub). She just decides where and when and what and Chishiya rolls with it bc he's almost always ready to serve his Queen 💖 He comes up with most plans in their daily lives so it's a nice break. And also he's just into pretty much everything. One look at that boy just tells me he's a kinky bastard. His hoodie's full of secrets and they're all absolutely filthy

* The rare times he's in the mood to initiate himself or dom without being asked to, it's going to be a wild time. He tends to be slow and calculating at first, and loves to toy with his partner and bring them to the edge a few times before he really gets going. But when he does you'll never forget it. He was a bit of a playboy around The Beach, his name has been whispered many times...

*Kuina likes to break him sometimes. Knock all that smug cleverness and stupid pretty boi charm right out of him until he's either crying, begging, moaning, or a mix. Let him just be a drooling, stupid, obedient little pet. Or a plaything tossed aside when used. He LOVES it. As much as he loves being oh so smug and clever, he also gets a huge kick out of someone taking him down a few pegs and being pushed past his limits. And if he views anyone as worthy of beating him, it would be Kuina. 👑

*Chishiya is into piss, but mostly the desperation/psychological aspects. He likes to use it as a personal test of his willpower when he's in the mood, picking random days to hold and seeing how long he can keep calm and avoid suspicion without messing up his tasks. The sensation feels good, though he usually ends it and goes whenever he's had his fill of it, and never really holds to the point he'd risk serious pain or wetting. A few times he has been caught by surprise (either a Game activated, got caught in a meeting with the other elites at The Beach, or just a long convo), and really started to sweat it.

* He's not usually into watersports, but if his partner asks he doesn't mind pissing on/in them. He'd also be willing to do it to someone he doesn't like just to be a prick ~~like Tongue Piercing Guy~~

*Kuina thinks his personal holds are kinda dumb and risky and usually badgers him to just go so he doesn't get hurt. That said, if they have time to play around, she's come to enjoy combining it with bdsm or other kinks and pushing him to the point of pure desperation/wetting. It's a nice power trip and it's cute to see him wrecked like that 💖

* Chishiya gives absolutely zero fucks about bathroom privacy. He's just too smug and chill and has bigger things to worry about in an apocalypse tbh. He'll piss with the door open, he'll piss outside or in the middle of a Game, and he'll hold a legit conversation with anyone around while he does it. He'll look you right in the eyes and dare you to say anything, then laugh. He's a gremlin. The most warning you'll get is if he starts walking off and tells you to wait a second.

* Kuina has slightly higher standards. But it is still an apocalypse and they're on the move a lot, so she doesn't really mind going at awkward spots/times. Usually she prefers to have a guard nearby though.

*Chishiya has a much lower tolerance for booze than he thinks he does. He's convinced he's just as clever and smug and not really affected at all and can drink most people under a table. Absolutely not true. He gets hammered easily and early and is considerably less smooth, also has a baby bladder and is about to piss himself like every 30 min. Kuina has to babysit him so he doesn't do anything too stupid. Luckily, most of the time he only gets like this at parties, when every other Beach member is also completely plastered and busy having orgies or whatever. So he hasn't revealed his plans or made too many enemies yet.

* Babysitting has its perks. He's hella horny and very pliable under the right instruction...

* Kuina could drink most people (except for the biggest of dudes like Aguni or heatherns like Hatter) under the table. Granted, her hangovers are Pure Hell the next day.

Idk that's all I have for now unless I wanna go on about other characters for an hour but... You're welcome @/ nobody bc I think I'm the only blog in the omo tag who's watched this dang thing lmao

#omorashi #omocute #fandomo #fictomo #bear txt #a/ib spoilers #i'm too tired to write fic rn so y'all get this unfiltered brain juice #someone please watch this show and feed me ne/tflix only hcs i'm desperate for content

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IZ week 2020

so i wasn’t gonna do this because I didn’t think the prompts were very good for writing to, but I remembered the last day’s prompt was “role swap” so I decided to do something small and quick for it. this is all 7 days in one post. the first and last ones are drabbles and one of them is an au idea

@invader-zim-week​ here u go!!!

Day 1. Angst or Fluff 

Zim’s denial skills are god tier, but even they have their limits.

Drabble. I think this is the turning point for my eventual found family au

“When are you going to get it through your thick head that the Tallests aren’t coming?” Dib flings his arms out wide in his exasperation

“They’re just…!” Zim fumbles a bit, clenching and unclenching his fists. “The Armada is a million light years away! It takes time to travel that far, obviously. It took me six of your months to get here from Conventia and the Massive is further away from here now than that. They’ll come! You’ll see! And then you’ll be sorry!” Zim’s face is drawn tight. He’s tense all over, shoulders drawn up to his jaw, antennae pressed flat to his head, and normally Dib prides himself on reading Zim like an open book, but he’s too far gone in his own annoyance to see the warning signs.

It’s because he doesn’t see these red flags that Dib proceeds to stick his own foot in his mouth with his next words. “Maybe if you weren’t such an idiot and opened your eyes, you’d see the truth—that they dumped you here to get rid of you.”

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?” Zim explodes, planting his tiny hands in Dib’s chest and shoving. The boy lands painfully on his ass. “I’m not stupid, Dib.” His name is spat like an insult. “I know they don’t care about me! Why do you think I try so hard?”

Dib gapes at Zim, looking up at him for once, stunned into silence. “I.” He swallows. “You know?”

“Of course, I know.” Zim’s voice is a low hiss and his eyes are narrowed to slits. “You don’t get banished and then just get over it. You don’t get put on trial to defend your life, forced to relive your worse mistakes, and get sentenced to death, only to be saved by freak miracle, and never acknowledge it happened.” Zim takes a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest. Dib supposes he means for it to look intimidating, but it looks more like he’s holding himself together. “I’ve always known.”

“Why do you try so hard then? If you’ve always known there was no point?” Dib has to ask, has to know, has to hear the words from Zim’s own mouth.

Zim purses his lips and turns away. “There was always a point.” He falls silent for a moment, one antenna twitching up a bit in thought. “I just… I thought if I was just a little better, if I accomplished something important for once, that… I don’t know, that maybe I’d.” He pauses and grits his teeth. “Maybe if I actually managed to take over this filthy planet I’d be worth something for once.”

Day 2. Be Gay Do Crime (LGBTQA+ headcannons)

Dib is bi/pan/demi-ro, Gaz is lesbian, Zim is ace/demi-ro

Headcanons.

Dib seems like the kind of guy that would both take whatever kind of relationship he could get, but also appreciate it. Dib isn’t afraid to work for what he wants and isn’t afraid of things that are “not normal” so I see him being the type to not care about the gender of whoever he eventually decides to date. However, because Dib’s been burned in the past, he would need a deep and sincere emotional relationship to see someone as a potential romantic partner.

Gaz is just a big lesbian. Girls, man.

Zim is ace all the way baby!!! He’s just not interested, and sure, part of that is me projecting, but it just feels right for Zim to just… not care. He has no interest and doesn’t care for sexual attraction regardless of whether or not Irkens do/can/will have sex or not. On the other hand, Zim has expressed a softer side before and I can see him being able to maybe eventually develop romantic feelings for someone if he actually manages to get close enough to them for those kinds of feelings to even emerge. It would take a lot of time and a deep, meaningful friendship, but Zim has shown he’s capable of love. He just has to let himself feel it.

  Day 3. Fandom Appreciation

Found family fuck yeah

Headcanons.

I’m still in the process of thinking about how I wanna go about my found family au so here’s just some initial ideas

After ETF, Zim self isolates for a bit. The florpus hole was his Last Ditch Effort plan and had it succeeded, he knew he would have been destroyed too. He was okay with it. He had made peace with it. However, it failed, and now he’s forced to reflect on said failure

The Massive doesn’t escape the florpus. They’re gone, completely. If they the ship does manage to get out, it’s not in one piece

I initially couldn’t decide if The Trial should come Before ETF or After but I think im gonna say before so the Massive doesn’t have to come back lmao

Before too long, Zim jumps back into the planning/scheming swing of things, but his ideas are never more than petty crimes and being a huge annoyance

Dib gets really annoyed with him and they have a big argument

Zim finally admits to knowing of his own Defectiveness

Dib reluctantly feels bad for him and backs off a bit to let Zim have his space

Zim, however, sees this as a betrayal and redoubles his efforts to get his attention

Somewhere along the way, Skoodge comes back and Zim backs off of Dib a bit, having someone else to focus attention on

Dib eventually begins to offer Zim his hand in friendship (phrased as a truce at first) and they finally make steps towards getting along

They realize they actually really like being friends

Zim eventually realizes that he’s made a life for himself, outside of the Empire

Eventually Zim, Skoodge, GIR, Minimoose, Dib, and Gaz form their own little family and explore space and hunt cryptids

(I love cryptid hunter and space exploration aus holy shit)

Day 4. If IZ had a different setting/time period

Cyberpunk??? Sure

Potential idea maybe.

Cyberpunk dystopian future

Aliens and humans intermingle, both on and off Earth

The Irken Empire has gotten bigger

Technology is advanced and cybernetics are widely known/produced

Idk man I don’t know a lot about cyberpunk, maybe this should be more for the aesthetic

Day 5. Aesthetic

Big shrug man idk

Headcanons, thoughts.

I’m a big fan of fashion Zim, and whenever I get the chance I give him clothes that are both cute and comfortable

Galaxy print leggings are a personal favorite of mine to give him

One time I wrote a little ficlet/oneshot where he wore a skirt. I should publish that some day

Uhhhhhh okay so. Dib has veeeeeery big early 2000s emo/punk vibes tbh

Scene kid GIR always makes me laugh

Gaz could pull off pastel goth like no one’s business

I’ve been here long enough to witness emo/scene hair wig Zim and his eventual fall lmfao

Pretty much everyone that redesigned them back in the day gave Zim emo kid hair that fall perfectly over one eye it was WILD

 Day 6. What if IZ was a different Genre?

Uhhhh does “fantasy instead of scifi” count?

Potential idea maybe. (oops it ended up being a fantasy/modern magic au haha ooooops)

Instead of being an alien, I had the idea of, maybeeeeee Irkens are like. Elves maybe, or perhaps some kind of fae. (I don’t know much about fae, oops)

Okay bear with me here, this is all coming together in real time.

The Irkens (which is what I’m gonna call their clan or faction or subrace or whatever) still want to be the rulers or something over the humans/other mystical beings. This world of magic is hidden from humans and they live blissfully unaware. There are invaders all over the place, using magic and glamors to trick humans into thinking they’re also humans. Zim is one such invader and just to happens to end up in Dib’s town, whereupon he enrolls in Dib’s school, pretending to be a transfer student.

I have no idea why or how the Irkens invade or what methods they use, but since my biggest experience with elves is through DND, I’m going to say they’re functionally similar to certain DND elf races.

So anyway, Zim ends up in Dib’s class and Zim’s glamor just Doesn’t Work on Dib for whatever reason (maybe Dib passed his Wisdom saving throw while literally everyone else failed, idk) and so Dib can immediately see Zim for what he is.

Dib is still into paranormal type stuff, though in his world, he’s less about cryptids and aliens and more about the magical species/world(s) that he KNOWS exists. His big goal in his au is similar to canon in that he wants to expose it all for recognition and love from his father.

Zim, meanwhile, he just wants to prove himself, just like canon. I can’t decide how I want the Irken hierarchy to go in this au—that’s something to think about later, when I have more time—but whatever it is, Zim is either a) not very good at it, b) not suited for it, c) ridiculed for not fitting in to it, or d) a combination of any or all of these things. (or secret option e) he rejects it but has no where else to go. On the other hand, it maybe be none of these things.)

GIR is here too though he’s probably not a robot. Maybe he’s another kind of magical being, or, hell, maybe he’s just Zim’s little brother. I’d be okay with that.

Gaz can also see through glamors but she just doesn’t care. Tak shows up at some point to get revenge, and Skoodge also shows up at some point to stay with Zim and be his friend.

Zim is bad at blending in at first, but he eventually Does get better, since he’s not totally isolated from other Irkens here and he also doesn’t Look like an alien.

(I’m thinkin’ elves in this au look Mostly human but with a few differences. Since I’m biased and this is MY fantasy world, damnit, elves are just. Really Pretty. Ethereal and elegant and graceful (for the most part—there are always exceptions) and they’re also great at magic. Maybe Zim isn’t all that great at magic, I dunno. I’ll figure something out.)

This ended up being less of a genre change and more of a whole ass au, lol oops

Day 7. Role swap

Chanting: human zim au human zim au human zim au human zi

Drabble. This is for an ongoing species swap au that i’ve had in development for the last few years. i haven’t posted anything for it yet, but I’ve thought about it a lot

Dib freezes as Zim points the plastic water gun at his head. Zim’s eyes are narrowed, lips pursed, and he adjusts his grip almost nervously. Behind him, Gir is holding a bucket full of water balloons and a pair of neon green star shaped sunglasses. It’d be cute if Dib wasn’t aware of how painful Earth water is to his Irken skin.

Zim finally lowers his gun slightly. “I want some answers, alien.” He looks Dib over with critical eyes. “Who are you really, and why are you here?” He reaches back and Gir hands him a water balloon with a big smile. “And you better tell the truth or I’ll bust this over your big head.”

Dib grimaces and watches the balloon. “My name Dib, and I’m a scientist. I’m an Irken, from Irk, and I’m here to learn more about life on this planet.” He holds his hands up, hoping to placate the human gesture for surrender. “I’m not here to harm you or anyone else, promise.”

Zim huffs. “Yeah right. I bet you just came here to laugh at the locals.” He puts on a mocking voice and waves the gun and balloon as he speaks. “‘Stupid, stinking humans. They can’t even travel beyond their own moon, yet. What morons. I bet they descended from pigs with how horrible and stupid they are.’” He jams the gun against Dib’s chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Dib bites his lower lip and looks away. He can’t deny he hasn’t thought something similar since arriving on Earth, but Zim didn’t have to be so crude and blunt about it.

The two are at a standoff for almost a minute before Zim blows out a long sigh and steps back. He turns to put the balloon back in the bucket, gives Gir a pat on the head, and shoots Dib one last glare. “Stay away from me, Dib. I have enough problems to deal with without having to worry about whether or not it’s safe for my brother to go to school or if I need to watch my back while walking my dog.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” Dib says, a little put out.

Zim scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. I know better than to believe it.” He turns and tries to smile at Gir but it comes out a little twisted and sad. “C’mon Gir. Let’s go home and get Minimoose and take him to that dog park you like so much.”

Gir gasps and lets out a cheer. “Can we go get ice cream afterwards?”

Zim gives a little laugh, smile turning a bit more genuine. “Yeah, sounds good.”

As they walk away Dib can’t help but wonder why he ever thought Zim was an Irken himself.

#izweek2020 #invader zim #invader zim week #zim #dib #role swap #species swap #iz fantasy au #to be named later #i had nooooo idea how to write about the aesthetics prompt #it really isnt a good writing prompt #tho it's given some FANTASTIC art #i wasnt gonna do this at all bc the prompts arent very writer friendly #but i wrote the angst thing and then i wanted to write some stuff for the role swap #and now here we are #enjoy!!! #mine #kiera writes fics

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WIP Game

Talk about the WIPs you’re intending to work on this year.

I was tagged by @crimsonriley and this looks like a good opportunity to taunt all my readers lot of fun!

I’m going to tag @vesperlionheart, @shyyynobi, and @beyondthemoor to join in on the fun. And, because I absolutely count WIPs as including art, I’m going to tag @yomi-gaeru, @byelawliet, and @maybe-please! <3

I have a number of WIPs (over a dozen) but there are only a few that are going to be actively worked on this coming year.

Homeward

MadaSaku, Time Travel AU, Eventually Mature

[FF - AO3]

This is my most popular fic and my main focus as a writer. It’s an AU where Sakura is thrown backwards in time during the battle between Danzo and Sasuke. The majority of the story so far is her amassing a reputation as a miracle healer and as an incredibly powerful kunoichi. I thought it would be more realistic for Sakura to have to survive and eventually thrive in the past before she came across one of the major clans (well, except for the poor Fuma clan). 

The story has already gotten to the point where she meets Madara and Izuna (in a pretty flashy way). This is my pride and joy and it’s a fic I’m very happy to write. I love writing Sakura as this incredibly powerful and indomitable woman who demands respect wherever she goes while simultaneously being this sweet, openhearted healer and friend. And I love writing Madara as being this powerful, intelligent and calculating, yet kind man who people have to work to earn a way into his heart. I always envisioned Madara as being a man who needed a indomitable woman like Sakura to make him happy. A woman who could challenge him yet encourage him at the same time. And this woman would certainly be Sakura.

Snippets

“But you have blood on you,” she pointed out, taking a step towards him and reaching forward to touch a splatter of blood on the neck of his high collared shirt.

He nearly shivered as her fingertips brushed his clothed collar bone, his sharingan flickering on of its own accord. The world around him became sharp and crisp and the sight of her reaching out to touch him embedded in his mind before his sharingan returned to inactivity in the span of a heartbeat.

“It’s not mine,” he muttered in a tone deeper than normal as he stared at her concerned expression.

...

He turned his head to face her and could feel heat rising to his cheeks as he noticed how close they were, their noses nearly touching. All he could see of her was her half lidded eyes and her dilated pupils, the black heavily encroaching on the sea green of her irises. She stared right back into his lazily spinning sharingan, her own cheeks taking a red hue.

Uchiha MC

MadaSaku, Outlaw Biker AU, Mature

[FF - AO3]

This fic was actually the beginning of me rejoining the fanfiction world. I had written a couple fics but this was the first one I actually went out and posted. It started as a oneshot but I combined it with a couple other WIPs I had and created this awesome story that I was just giddy to write. It has turned out a long longer than I had anticipated although it has been so much fun to write.

It has just begun to rapidly escalate. The story is a little more than halfway done but there is going to be a lot of incredibly intense and “holy shit” moments coming up that are going to keep everyone on their toes! The story is really at a pivotal moment right now so any snippets will give away what’s going to happen. Sorry!

Untitled ObiSaku

[FF - AO3]

ObiSaku, AU where Obito comes back to the village, non-massacre, Mature

EDIT: I posted this fic while I was doing Sakura Week 2018. It didn’t turn out as absolutely filthy as I had previously planned as another fic (a MadaSaku fic - FF, AO3) I wrote decided to take the whole choking kink. While this fic is still smut, it’s not as dirty as I had originally planned.

This fic is one purely written out of spite. Some random user on AO3 was talking poorly about one of my MadaSaku fics and asked if I was going to do an ObiSaku fic too (because that’s soooooo ridiculous). So I replied with a “you better fucking believe it” and put together an outline for this pure filth with a heaping of fluff and plot.

Some aspects of this fic: Rin will be alive but her, Obito, and Kakashi will be non-romantic best friends. How Kushina and Minato will live and how Minato be Obito’s mentor as he trains him to take over as Hokage. Kakashi will still become the sensei for Team 7 and how Team 7 will split up to train individually, Sakura and Naruto going on journey’s with Tsunade and Jiraiya respectively and Sasuke going with Shisui to train with the Military Police. There will be a lot of self hate, kink self-shame, angst, and a wide age difference.

Nesting

MadaSaku, alpha omega beta AU, founders era, Mature

This fic was entirely inspired by the “nesting” phenomenon in ABO fics. And the fact I very much wanted to write a MadaSaku ABO fic.

Sakura is the leader of the famous clan of healers, the Haruno clan. The Harunos are close allies of the Uzumaki clan, hailing from the same region, and Sakura and Mito are such close friends they consider each other sisters. It is because of Sakura’s influence that Hashirama puts fourth a peace treaty in exchange for him healing Izuna (much to Tobirama’s horror). When the village if finally founded, there is a meeting where all of the clan leaders that are allies of the Hidden Leaf join together to discuss the future. And this is where Madara and Sakura finally meet and everyone makes the catastrophic (at least for a city block) decision of trying to drag them apart.

There will of course be ABO smut with mating bites, pupping, womb sex, etc. But a huge aspect of it will be Sakura and her “nesting” behavior as she chooses a place to make her nest and have her pup. Very sweet and fluffy.

Nonsensical

[FF - AO3]

ShisuiSaku, soulmarks AU, Mature

A cute and kind of funny little one shot made because there is a drastic shortage of ShisuiSakura fics. Depending on how long it turns out being I might break it up into smaller bites. It’ll be a non massacre fic with a healthy amount of angst, some super bad first impressions, some happy endings, Sakura being a badass, Team 7 being bffs, and Hokage Itachi.

Here are a coupe snippets although they are very rough because they are part of the outline and not actual written material.

Snippets:

Shisui didn’t get his soul mark until March 28th when he was eight years old.

He had gone to bed that night with clear skin and woke up that morning with his soul mark written across his left pectoral in a flowing, feminine script. He was excited to learn that he did in fact have a soulmate but the fact that the phrase now inked across his chest was the most random, nonsensical bullshit he had ever read in his short life dampened the feeling. Was his red string connecting him to a psychopath?

He couldn’t think of any other reason as to why someone’s first words to him would be “Pants are not ripe water grass bastard”.

What in the hell does that even mean? Was it some sort of secret code? Was she going to be drunk? Was she insane?

...

Sakura has had her soul mark since she was born although she didn’t learn this until she was a young girl.

When she had asked her parents why she didn’t have one, at the tender age of five after her friend Ino had shown off hers, her parents had laughed with mirth, given her a hand mirror, and told her to find it. After a solid fifteen minutes of searching and acts of stretching that contortionists would be proud of, she located her soul mark printed in a small, professional script in the crook where her inner thigh met her hip. While part of her had been disappointed it was in a very personal place, a spot she could never show up, she had been overwhelmingly satisfied with the words on her soulmark.

I didn’t know angels had pink hair”.

Other Fics (may or may not get written)

Broken Trust

ObiSaku, Uchiha MC branch off, lots of angst

Guardians

MadaSaku fic where Impure World Reincarnation is never outlawed and instead becomes a technique for raising “Guardians” to protect the village. Izuna becomes the first guardian and leads to the formation of the village. Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, all the hokages, Itachi, etc become Guardians and never technically die, instead being treated as well respected protectors

Fighting Dreamers

MadaSaku MMA AU, Sakura “Cherry Bomb” Haruno and Madara “Wildfire” Uchiha

The Chances

MadaSaku soulmark AU, takes place during the war

Three Rejects

NaruSakuSasu, dark fic where the trio runs away from Konoha after suffering through years of abuse and neglect. Sakura is an orphan, stolen from her clan of incredible healers following the massacre of her family. They can only trust each other and only love each other, ends in tragedy for the rest of the world but bliss for them

Wake Up

MadaSaku fic where Sakura, Madara’s wife, is in a coma in the Warring States Era and imagining her life in the future

Like the Ocean

IndraSaku fic where Indra goes on his journey to help the distant village to determine if he would become the next leader of his village and comes across a strange woman on the beach, part of an even stranger clan of healers and mystics who live on the ocean’s edge

Cosplay

I have a new wig from Shippuden Sakura that I’m very excited to try out. I even got a pair of customized boots that are pretty incredible! I even met a Sasuke cosplayer who is so incredibly sweet and is just as into cosplay and Naruto as I am! So you may or may not see me and Sasuke at Anime Matsuri in Houston, TX this year.

#wip #fanfiction #madasaku #obisaku #shisaku #shisuisaku #indrasaku #homeward #uchiha mc #my fanfiction

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So this last flashback is a bit...different from the others. It’s triggered by Mercer mentioning pirates, and I do mean trigger; Beckett’s recollection is more detached than in other flashbacks, which I think is, from a Watsonian view, a defense mechanism and, from a Doylist view, to prevent it from being too dark.

After Mercer left his office, Cutler Beckett sat in silence, as visions once again filled his mind's eye. But these visions, unlike the previous ones, were grim and terrifying—the stuff of nightmares that still plagued him.

After he'd left home so precipitously to work for the EITC, young Cutler Beckett had only worked in the London office for a few months. Once his superiors had verified that he was competent, they'd assigned him to a tour of duty at the EITC office on Gibraltar. Beckett had boarded the Lindesfarme in London, excited to be fulfilling his ambition of seeing the world.

All had gone well with the voyage until, off the coast of Spain, the Lindesfarme was captured by pirates—taken without a single shot being fired. Herded up on deck by the pirate crew of Le Requin, Beckett, seething with fury, had stood with the other passengers, many incoherent or weeping with terror. Finally, the pirate captain appeared. He was a handsome villain who wore an elegant emerald coat. Moving with a leisurely swagger, he'd inspected his captives in silence, then introduced himself as “Captain de Rapièr.”

While his crew of cutthroats stripped the Lindesfarme of everything valuable, the captain interviewed his captives, so he could decide whether they should be held for ransom or sold into slavery.

When the captain approached Cutler, the eighteen-year-old, in a red rage at having his career plans thwarted, defied him, demanding their release, promising that he'd see them all hang. At first Captain de Rapièr had been amused by Beckett's audacity and spirit, chuckling at him as though he were a cute, but yappy, puppy. Then Cutler had unwisely informed the captain that the cut of his elegant coat and its fastenings was considered completely out of fashion in both London and Paris. Seeing from Captain de Rapièr's expression that he'd finally scored a palpable hit, Cutler had then laughed in his face.

First, I find the description of Beckett as  “a cute, but yappy, puppy” hilarious. Second, I know there’s a lot of meta about how Jack and Elizabeth are alike, and how Jack and Beckett are alike, but not how Elizabeth and Beckett are alike. And from what The Price of Freedom has revealed about Beckett’s back story, they do have a lot in common. Both had a fascination with pirates as children, both dreamed of seeing the world, both struggled with the gender roles forced on them...and, from this passage, both respond to danger by going up to the person responsible and yelling “FIGHT ME!”

The pirate captain got his revenge by turning Cutler over to his crew, saying they could “play” with this one. With cries of joy, the pirate crew slapped young Beckett around, then formed a gauntlet and spanked him with the flat of their swords. But that was just the beginning of his ordeal.

Stripping him naked, they hoisted him upside down, to dangle fifty feet in the air. Cutler had hung there, spinning slowly, hearing them laugh, too terrified to struggle. By the time they'd lowered him down, he was choking and sobbing incoherently. Captain de Rapièr had laughed uproariously.

As other people have noted, there are some rape implications in this part. (Which I probably should have included in the list of trigger warnings at the beginning. Oops.) Now, I don’t think that’s what the author intended, but Death of the Author is quite literally in play here, so people are free to interpret it how they please.

The worst threat was yet to come. As Cutler lay sprawled on the deck, surrounded by the jeering cutthroats, several of them announced their intention of torturing him. They took out their knives, remarking that he really didn't need all of his fingers and toes, did he?

Before the pirates could fulfill their threat, Beckett, terrified beyond reason, had simply... gone away, just as he had that long-ago day outside the schoolhouse. His glassy, unblinking stare and uncanny stillness had spooked the superstitious pirates. Even when they prodded him to the point of drawing blood, he failed to react. Uneasily, Cutler's would-be torturers had backed away; they'd wanted a lively, thrashing victim. A near-catatonic one was... unappealing. Muttering about demonic possession, they'd left him alone.

By the time Beckett recovered his wits, and was allowed to put on what was left of his clothing, all of his earlier defiance was gone. Tears streaking his face, he'd confessed to Captain de Rapièr that he came from a wealthy family, and that they should send their ransom demand to Jonathan Beckett. Cutler also told the captain that he worked for the EITC, and this bit of information, unthinkingly revealed, would be his salvation.

Having dispatched the ransom notices, the pirates anchored off a remote section of the Spanish coast to wait for replies. To pass the time, the crew put the captives to work, forcing them—in some cases using the lash—to perform the most difficult, menial, and disgusting shipboard chores. They assigned Cutler to cleaning the bilges, a task so revolting it was the equivalent of trying to empty a sewer, bucket by bucket.

As the weeks went by, the ship grew fearfully clean, ransom money arrived, and Beckett's fellow passengers were freed. But no word arrived from Jonathan Beckett. Cutler watched other captives exchanged for ransom money day-by-day, week-by-week, until he was the only one left.

With a bitterness that scoured his soul of whatever remnants of kindness and decency it still possessed, Cutler realized that his father had gotten the ultimate revenge for the accusations his son had hurled at him during their last meeting—he'd ignored the ransom demand.

Okay, this bit is rather on the nose, but I do find it heartbreaking that after everything his father had said and done to him, Beckett thought he had enough love for him to be there for him when he needed it most. Aaand he wasn’t.

Rather than spend his life as a slave, Cutler resolved to seize any opportunity to leap overboard and end it all. But, at the last possible moment, the captain received a letter from the EITC. An EITC official had authorized the office to offer a modest sum for the return of their new employee. The official who had signed the letter offering the ransom was none other than Viscount, Lord Penwallow.

(Headcanon that Jane flipped her shit when she found out what daddy dearest did and went to the EITC to petition on Cutler’s behalf, and that it was a combination of her testimony and his own job performance that moved Lord Penwallow to action.) 

Captain de Rapièr had sneeringly announced to Beckett that the ransom offered by the EITC was probably more than young Cutler would fetch in a slave auction, undersized and scrawny as he was, so he'd decided to let him go. The exchange was arranged.

After Captain de Rapièr had gotten the ransom money, he turned Cutler loose. Reeking, starving, and scarred, the young man stumbled back onto dry land. The first thing Beckett had done when he reached his post in Gibraltar was was to write a letter to the EITC official, Lord Penwallow, thanking him for the EITC's faith in him, and promising to pay back the ransom amount.

Pay it back he had, and the next ten years had seen him rise rapidly in the EITC ranks.

Beckett had never spoken a word about his ordeal to anyone. He still suffered from nightmares, dreams where he was lying on the deck of the Lindesfarme, unable to move, while filthy, leering faces peered down at him, spat on him, and stabbed him with cutlasses. Some men might have turned to drink, or gambling, or wenching in an effort to drown those memories... but that wasn't Cutler Beckett's nature. He found surcease in accumulating power. Wealth, too, but if you had power, he'd found, wealth was easy to accrue.

And once he'd taken Zerzura, his power would be increased immeasurably. A knighthood would be just the beginning...

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Fun meta asks for writers

[To preface this. I am a shameless, Scooby Doo Fanfiction writer since 2005. So, 15 years been writing, in 73 posted stories and countless ones to come.] This is long, so Read at your own risk of me babbling about my fanficiton and answering questions from a writer blog.

  Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?: Falling for the Bat. Oh god... I have been indulging in some For ME type writing. Since my main account of fanfiction has self imposed rules. Which, I do honestly love to have, and make stories that keep up my rules. (PG content, not definite pairings, cute and fluff stories) But with my alternate universe story line I am working on. I get to sink my teeth into some permanent and serious things. So, I get to make all the pairings and things and end up a bit more serious. But well, still be all the cute fluff and romance. Falling for the Bat has Bruce Wayne realize that the cute, nerdy braniac that is working for him in Velma Dinkley, and he has to pour on the super annoying Playboy jerk mode on. Less she find out he’s really Batman, is kinda handed another option from Alfred, to stop lying. And Bruce realized that he has never considered that he might be able to find someone able to handle both sides of him before. And so it’s a fun story about him trying to apologize and her reacting after finding out the truth. And all the fun chaos that entails! Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project:

Falling for the Bat: There are so many moments that are going to be fun, but also getting to those points it also fun. I have a partly made story that is further in the story line, so getting to that would be really cool. And also classic things, like them getting married. Meeting the Folks. Not sure kids though. At least not at this point. Girl time with Barbara, Daphne, maybe even some Villains as well. Since canon that the gang has worked with Harley, Catwoman and Poison Ivy. As well as being adopted with Diana aka Wonderwoman. So, like PJ party of ‘No cootied boys allowed’ with tubs of ice cream and boy talk XD

My Main account: Oh god, so many things in the chute but waiting for me to have less chapters in the lik, 11 unfinished works so far. So, I hope to have a fun cross over, and a classic second generation Gang story, and lots of others I have started but not finished to post, or well, need other stories to be done first.  What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway):

I’m working on it... TT_TT But I am not ready yet to face down a new Mystery that I have literally building up towards on my main account, because mysteries are HARD! I started leaving clues about this story in 2006... so 14 years of knowing about this story, but still... not getting around to it. Since I have only done like two legit mysteries and both I was happy at the time, but as I have progressed in writing, ugh all the issues. Putting down clues, distracting from facts, introducing suspects, argh so hard.

Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like):

"I'm honored. Though, I understand. Having you as a girlfriend is probably the biggest relief compared to all those ladies I had to fake date in the past. Their conversations could be really draining at times."

"Oh, how dare you be popular." Velma couldn't help but snark at him, though regretted the words as soon as it left her.

"Yep, it's terrible to be popular and stupidly filthy rich. Having to listen to all the nonsense that those ladies thought I wanted to hear. And the countless of them wanting to get close to me for my money. So, snark accepted, but it was honestly a hassle."

"So, you would rather have a short, dumpy woman toss herself half naked at you... and end up crying and ruining the mood?" Velma voiced her self doubt, not knowing why he put up with her.

Without skipping a beat, he responded against her doubt.

"Every time and always. And twice on Saturdays for good measure."

(Part of my Bearing her Soul, story with her finally confessing to him her greatest trauma in Ben Ravencroft. I love giving her relationship issues with Ben, because she fell so hard for him, and her facing that with Bruce was so much fun to do. And the story starts out with her trying to seduce him at home, and it ends up more her telling the story and well, Bruce being Batman XD)

What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?: Always been Velma, she feels closest to myself and yet so radically different. And she is also so much smarter then me, so to write her properly, I actually push myself to learn about what she would know and be able to say in things. What character do you have the most fun writing?: Oh dear... i really have grown to love the whole gang. I literally struggle to decide who would be better to use, Do I do a Velma snark here? Or oh, dorky Fred would be perfect there! Shoot, should I have Daphne being a sweetheart here, or a mischievous imp there XD Choices choices. I used to be Velma centric, but to expand my writing skills, I have gotten to the point where they exist as a unit. And I can’t go back, and not sure I would want too. It is like a lot of my favorite shows. Firefly, Leverage, MASH, Big Bang Theory. Each character is strong enough to stand on their own, but as soon as you put character A, with Character B. More story options open up. and well, the combinations and variations of options are so much fun, it’s sometimes hard to figure out which would be the most entertaining. Not only to write, for the readers who are fans of the characters as well. Needing to do my best.  What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?: Hands down, I have not only been told, but enjoy being the cute fluff writer. I aspire to rot out your teeth with cute, and fun character interactions. My bread and butter being that it’s what happens to the Scooby Gang, between mysteries. So, when they are at home, relaxing, recovering, being bored out of their skulls. XD All of the things that happen off screen between them being on one mystery to the next. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Depends. I certainly do have a preference for cute. But I love anything that is well written and thought out. Even if it might even clash with my own thoughts. And while I might not have something in my own canon, I am not against seeing what another writer might think. 

Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

I do all of the above, but seem to have lost the ability to write small stories under a certain length. I ramble and have a lot to say. So, I try to make short things but they tend to end up like several chapters long, mainly 3 is my ‘short stories’. So length wise, they aren’t too bad, but I sometimes feel bad for not having more snippits of cute for easy digestion. And well. Some of my stories that are not done, can be beasts in word length. Reunion is about halfway done at 37k words 15 chapters and many chapters to go. 

How would you describe your writing process? Depends on the story sometimes. I have had moments of sitting down and in one go, smashing the keyboard and ending up with like 4 chapters of a story in a blizkrieg of work. While some have been in the works for years, and have notebooks dedicated to information, characters, backgrounds, and sometimes previous stories that tie into things. I have a habit of leaving ‘seeds’ of things, that might not make sense in the story that they are in, but is actually linking to other stories that are down the line to weave the world together. Chaos... Chaos is a good word XD What do you envy in other writers? Consistency... some people are able to get work out on a regular basis. And I wish I could do that. Granted, the amount of work I am doing is hard to see if you are just looking at like, last time something was posted. I truly have a lot of things on the background that is never seen until I can finally post it when it is done, or I finish something else. But I do seem to go dark sometimes for months, and I feel bad for my fans that I don’t have something out there for new content comparatively. I am always working on SOMETHING, but it’s hard to see what isn’t online.  Do you want your writing to be famous? It is, and I am not sure how to handle it most of the time. I am one of the pillars of the Scooby Fanfiction.net community since I have been around for 15 years, and one of the oldest, still posting artists out there from my original time period when I started posting. And have influenced countless readers and writers and I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO HANDLE IT... I’m me. I’m just a dork who likes Scooby. I don’t know how to handle people being fans. Though I’m glad they like my work. So, I didn’t really wish to be famous, I am glad people like my work though. And are fans. But Did I want to be famous. No, that was not my intention at all. 

Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/739744/Karianasan# (Main account with 73 stories) https://www.fanfiction.net/~fallingforthebat (Alternate universe, self indulgence)

I keep things to myself when they are not finished. Since My main account has 11 unfinished stories in various degrees of unfinished. So I am trying to be good and only post something new if it’s complete. To not add to the number. Though I have sometimes finished one of the 11, to then replace it with a new one. So I have yet to chop down the number. I was originally not going to post my first romance I wrote, for my own personal shipping. (Velma x Fred) but I ended up having a roleplay go south and I wanted to write a better (Daphne x Fred) then what happened in the RP, so since I had half the main 4 pairs, I decided to make all of them. And well, since then that is what I try to do. Keeping the balance between the four main pairs (Fred x Velma, Fred x Daphne, Shaggy x Velma, Shaggy x Daphne) Keeping my stories PG, I have restrained myself from dipping into any obvious (Daphne x Velma or Fred x Shaggy) But well, I have made a few stories that are them being best friends, so a reader can always see it as something more. Which is usually how I write my pairings anyway. As well as being able to keep most of the stories in the same timeline. (Though it kinda makes them a poly gang overall, since they do kinda pair up and rotate, but again... you can read into it how ever you like. Nothing is set in stone.) Also, makes it easier for the mom’s that have contacted me, that read my stories to their kids, not have to deal with having to talk about those subjects unless they want to. So, less obvious the better. It’s just meant to be cute, fun stories between a group of people who are really close friends.    At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

Depends on the stories. Some are instantly ready, others might be named a more obvious thing and get the final name later. And my naming conventions are drunk anyway. I have things like, Wearisome Persistence of the Common Kind and Grand Illusions of Ridmore Mansion. And on the other side of the spectrum, Breakfast and Tag. My Game of tag on the lawn, was dubbed Lawn Calls, but ended up being named Grass Stains. Which I like better. And Twenty Die, my geeky gang playing a D&D like game, is saved under Maidens and Monsters, the name of their tabletop system I made up. Want to do some Mundane Magic? is saved as Bubbles. But I like being mysterious even if the summery might ruin it. But, it’s Scooby. So I have to have some type of mystery in there somewhere. Even if it’s a silly title, or a cliffhanger from one chapter to the next. It’s habit. 

Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)? Again, hard. XD It depends on the story for either the name is hard, or the summery is hard, or both, or neither. It really is a story by story basis. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

I always consider new fandoms, but I have been in Scooby for so long, it’s hard. But I guess I am doing something new with Falling for the Bat, since it’s a Cross over, and kinda my first. So, I now stress about getting canon writer for TWO massive universes, not just one. XD Scooby has been around since 1969, Batman has been around since 1939.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! XD

Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

Well, I would hope that each reader will find what they want to find and enjoy out of my writing. And sure, I am writing how I write it, but its also for their happiness. Their enjoyment and entertainment in the work that I do. Being normally in the entertainment business, working on films and movies, I know what is written in a script, most likely isn’t going to be there in the final creator, at least not in the same form. So, for me. As long as the main spirit is there, and well, someone enjoys it and hopefully might smile, Then the effort is worth it.  Though, I have met several of my fans in chat rooms and forums, and I certainly ruin the famous person idea. I’m just a dork, who likes to write. I am me. And hopefully that is good enough for people. And that my work, brought joy, or made them think, or heck, even if someone read it and didn’t like it, but it inspired them to do something else that someone else found joy from. I’ll take it.

Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them. Falling for the Bat is one such a thing XD Though I made an account just for it. It does follow my main universe up to a certain point, since I love the world I have been building this whole time. But it’s given me an opportunity to make things more permanent and all that comes with it.  But I like AUs, though my account doens’t have many of them at the moment. I do need to dabble in some. Though I do have plans to make some things canon in my own universe, that the cartoons have only given us a taste and then nothing. I do have plans in both AU and main universe, to have Crystal and Amber show up. But well, only in Falling can Shaggy finally get his girlfriend back. And MAN I can’t wait to do that! Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?) I make mysteries in the smallest things, because I’m writing freaking SCOOBY! But some are just an odd naming convention, or a mess of times it’s ‘who is speaking right now’ till it’s revealed. Like Daphne calling Fred and Shaggy, Nerds, in What to Cast some Mundane Magic? Or who’s POV Present for my Pal, was, till the end. What is inside Fred’s Closest? In Fred’s Little Secret, and Twenty Die. Who is howling under the table? In Reunion. Little things, that add a flair of mystery in normal, everyday events.  Though I do love me some running gags, and also to help perpetuate the universe and have the readers come back to the same world every time. I like sewing connections between my stories. They are a timeline history and often will refer to things from the past.  Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

SEEDS! I have rambled to many people about my Seeding. Basically I have in my 15 years of writing, been slowly weaving things in stories that might not make sense in one piece, but is actually tied together with others. My complete bloom is from Fred’s Little Secret. It started in 2006 with Back in the Habit, with Fred being shifty, hiding something in his desk and pocketing something that was never explained. So, basically I only knew what it was. But then in Fred’s Little Secret, it’s revealed that he has been making miniatures for many years, of the monsters they have defeated. But been doing it in secret and in this story, only Velma finds out. Being bribed to keep it a secret. Later, in Stars and Skeletons, Fred hides something in his desk, but it’s never revealed what, at least in that story. With the whole thing coming to a bloom in Twenty Die, when Velma tries to convince Fred to make Daphne her new Mini for their table top game, Maidens and Monsters, and Daphne eventually comes along once he has agreed to help and finds out about the mini’s in the closet (which is mentioned that off screen Shaggy and Scooby found out, and well they have been using Fred’s mini’s in the game for a while.)  But this is one of may seeds that exist in the 73 stories that I have. Many future things I have planned, have had parts pop up already. Like, Fred mentioning he is a fan of aliens, or that there is some mysterious comic books that Shaggy doesn't know who brought to the clubhouse. Or that some troublemakers haven’t been seen the last of.

What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?) Well, they exist in alot of things already. Being Scooby. But actually seeing my work in some format. I would love to see fanart. That would be cool. Or if I was skilled enough, to make some of my favorite scenes in like a webcomic/graphic novel form. But well, copywrite so I don’t own them anyway. But there is a faint posibility that I effected canon in the Scooby verse with something I wrote. I gave Shaggy the ability for Origami in 2007, and in 2009 he got the skill. So, small % that, someone on the writing staff read my work, and was influenced by it to give it to Shaggy.  Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them? OH god yeah. Some of them I eagerly go back to and read when I want to feel better or just happy. I love some of them alot, and some are even surprising. Since one of my go too. Is not my default pairing. Popcorn Memories is a story between Shaggy and Velma being cute and solving a silly mystery in a snowy night. I get joy out of converting people who are normally Die hard fans of one pairing, to still enjoy and delight reading a pairing they might not normally like or agree with. But can see if how I write it. Massive compliment. And well, it works for me too. While I do really love my Fred x Velma stuff, some of the ones I gravitate or have fond memories writing and love to re-read are not those ones. Though some, yeah, there are some that I wince to look at. Infection, story about Scooby and Fleas is SO BAD. I don’t. And I am happy that my Morning Redone, was such a improvement, since I made so many problems with the first story I ever wrote. And well, all of my Mysteries make me regret and want to do better next time. But it’s a tall wall to concur and thus been a wuss to write another one.  What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest? Oh man, longest? Let me check my notes. Yeah, Mystery with the Family. Temp title, but yeah. Setting: The gang decided to bring all their parents to a vacation. They head off to a resort and end up stumbling over a mystery that they have to solve with their parents. Gives their parents a one on one experience they will never forget. Again, full blown mysteries are scary. But I really want to have the gang go on a like cruise with their family, or a resort, and then have to break up into groups to solve it. And it’s got to have mixed groups, so like Shaggy is running away with Fred’s mom and Daphne’s Dad. And Velma’s off solving clues with Shaggys dad, but hiding from Fred’s dad’s camera. Just, getting to mix up the groups and then using the unique skill sets that each of the parents bring to the table. But it seems like lots of chaos. I also have a move serious sort of... mystery not mystery. As the story starts with them finishing a mystery, but Scooby get’s dognapped and the gang get captured one by one. Split up and in different rooms, the evil villain wants them to dispair and cave to his bidding. Forcing them to admit they were wrong with an accused relative who was a villain from a previous story/show. something that way. And the gang runs around a house they already solved a msytery in. And leave notes and stuff as they all run about the house and only bump into one another. So the gang has to kinda commuicate to pass along various clues, for them all to reach the same consluson and then get together at the end ot solve it. But htings like, Shaggy putting a pillow to catch Velma’s knees when she trips. And Daphne hiding a candy bar for Shaggy’s stomach. Making loads of things that they all work with eachother, even being in differnt parts of the house only cossing paths in notes, or clues or a chase sequence in the hallway. But it’s comlex, and I’ve re-written the sucker many times, in many years and itterations. And well, at this point, my style is more light hearted and soft. So, dunno if I will ever get to this. But it’s got years into it at this point.   Would you say your writing has changed over time? I hope it has. I hope that I have gotten better at storytelling and conveying my words to others. And being entertaining. I write to make me happy, and keep in mind all the time to make my readers happy. I can’t spell, I am terrible with grammer. But I hope the spirit of the stories will be the strong point, and be the kinds of things that people will seek out to enjoy, be entertained and overall be happier by reading my work. I would love that. What part of writing is the most fun? The moment when my fingers hit the keys and everything is just there waiting for me to get it down. Most of the time, the whole thing plays in my head like a cartoon. I feel that I am an artist, before I am a writer. So, my brain sees them in moving pictures and cute scenes... and then I have to sit down and describe what already exists in my head and then hope that it makes it to the text ok.  But I really love sitting down, getting to just type and see the story come alive with cute moments, and lines that I will look back later and be utterly floored and in disbelieve that it was my fingers doing that. And then realizing that six hours have passed and I am looking at chapters of content that I can’t wait to share with others. That is the best feeling. 

Though the worst part of writing and then sharing my writing... is posting it and then never getting comments on it. I think everyone who posts a bit of themselves when they make a for public viewing, story... it’s always nice those rare moments when someone lets you know what the story means to them. And how it made them feel. Validating why you made the story in the first place.