Dubiously Corporeal

You shall not feel guilty for spending time on art

You shall comment when you can with joy

You shall share the art you find that makes you happy

You shall not envy the size of your neighbor's fandom or pairing

You shall support your fellow fans in making art that makes them happy even if it is not to your own taste

You shall make art of your own to your own taste

You shall love your art however imperfect because it is yours

You shall share your art in whatever way you can with joy

You shall not covet your neighbor's hits or comments or kudos

Outside of hell--mundanes, circling and circling!

Inscribed on the gate:   “This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.”

1 -  Limbo – happy monofans who are still in ST: TOS or Starsky and Hutch (we salute you!)

2 –  Lust – In a fandom where everyone’s lusting after the wrong blorbo or pairing omg

3 – Gluttony - lying awake reading fanfiction at 5 am I am so going to regret this.

4 – Greed: Hoarders  and Squanderers:  “When are you going to finish this WIP!”  “Where’s the sequel! Write faster!”  Also: people who are writing chapter 230/400, people with 1000 open tabs

5 – Anger:  Shitposters, failfandomanon, don’t read the comments!

6 – Heresy:  “Avengers: Age of Ultron was my favorite,” “I prefer Zachary Quinto’s Spock,”  “Bring back Jar Jar”

7 – Violence against self, others, God, etc.: Giving explicit fanworks to actors, selling fanfiction on Amazon, doxxing, etc.

8 – Fraud – Sockpuppets, bots, the lurkers do not support you in email!!

Fandom: The Untamed Pairing: Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang, Song Lan/Song Lan Rating: Explicit Words: 9,894

“So, um,” Xingchen says, fighting valiantly to keep his voice casual. “How long has it been?” “Like three weeks,” Xue Yang says. “Two weeks, five days,” Zichen says, near-simultaneously. Xiao Xingchen breaks up arguments, learns his roommates are dating, finds out they do actually know how to be nice to each other, uncovers a voyeurism kink, creates his own problems, and falls in love (not necessarily in that order).

Read it here.

The concept for this story originally belonged to my pal @melodydrifts, but they knew they weren't going to pick it up again. Instead, they released it to me! It was meant to be under 5k. Go figure. Why do I even bother making estimates anymore? The world may never know.

Hope you like it!

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“Do you have to stick your feet under my legs?” Zichen snaps.

Xingchen comes back into the living room just in time to see Xue Yang, on the other end of the couch, worming his way down onto his back and forcing his feet, ankles, and the lower half of his calves under Zichen’s thighs all at once. “Fuck off, my feet are cold.”

Zichen makes a disgusted face; it’s so priggish that Xingchen almost breaks into giggles. “I don’t want your dirty socks all over me,” he says. “Put your slippers on if you’re that cold.”

“Zichen, Yang’er, please stop fighting,” Xingchen says. He sets the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table and turns to face them properly; he can’t stop the smile from slipping out. He likes them both so much. “Let’s just enjoy the movie.”

Xue Yang rolls his eyes. “Tell him to stop being such a killjoy, then.”

“Tell him to stop being so obnoxious,” Zichen returns.

“Do I need to sit between you?” Xingchen says. Normally he sprawls on the floor, flopped across spare cushions and bundled up in blankets, but he’s willing to sit on the couch if that’s what it takes to get them to leave each other alone.

But the threat to their usual routine does the trick. “No,” Xue Yang grumbles, and withdraws his feet reluctantly from under Zichen’s legs. Zichen heaves an unsubtle sigh of relief, rearranging himself comfortably on the couch; satisfied, Xingchen lies down, and they start the movie.

Thursday movie nights have been a tradition of theirs since three months after Xingchen convinced Xue Yang to move in with them. It had been his idea: a way to spend some time together as roommates, to bond with each other and—hopefully—curb the constant arguments between Zichen and Xue Yang. It hasn’t particularly worked, but two years on they both keep faithfully showing up for movie nights anyway, bickering and all, so Xingchen will count that as some sort of win. He’s happy just spending time with them, no matter how much they fight.

Edit: Today, October 5th, Chapter 18 is up! Read it on Royal Road, Wattpad, or our website. (And if you feel like reblogging, we'd be grateful!)

The seventh book (and second full-length novel) in the Michigan Fleet series, Run Aground, is now posting one chapter every Sunday on Royal Road, Wattpad, and our new Michigan Fleet website! You can read it wherever you like, and can leave us comments so we know who’s reading where! (Please give us feedback, we’ve been writing this book for so long...) Every other chapter is illustrated by the talented cowriter-artists Ray and Splickedy. The book should stand alone fine if you haven't read the series, although it will be a richer experience if you've read After the Storm and Taste of New York.

After years trapped in a wealthy monster’s harem, actor Rafael Caro is a ghost of his former self. When he meets Rich Merrill, the newest captive, unexpected kindness brings him back to life and headlong into love. Rich, Rafael and their friends in the harem try to keep each other sane and safe in this cruel place—but no one escapes without help from outside...

Note: The series so far has been reasonably delicate with the subject of sexual coercion, but this story has a lot to do with captivity, exploitation, and depersonalization. We take those subjects seriously, and though we try to keep the hurt balanced with comfort, the dark topics are still prominent parts of the narrative. If you have triggers around sexual coercion and abuse, be cautious about this story. If you're into this shit: hell yeah welcome aboard!!!

Content warnings: dubcon, noncon, sexual slavery, violence, alcohol use, noncon drug and alcohol use, murder, attempted suicide.

At the rate of one chapter every Sunday, we’ll finish posting Act One in December, which is when the ebook will become available! Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll and sent us messages saying they actually wanted a single book but had voted for the multiple book option for our sakes or out of impatience – that was very clarifying for us. XD

Now go, read and enjoy on whichever site you prefer! (And if on Royal Road you feel like giving us kind reviews and ratings as well as comments and favs, the former are what help the story's ranking the most and thus potentially get us more readers!)

writing again

it has been so long

(too long)

I am alive though, btw, and getting my hand back in. When will the next thing be posted? I WOULD ALSO LOVE TO KNOW THAT.

This is how it starts: Ichigo is standing at the school gate, watching his last class of the day pour out past him. Twelve year old kids are brats, but fun too, and most of them wave goodbye at him. It's a contented day, satisfying and warm. A pleasantly mundane peace.

Then there's a snort to the side -- derisive, hostile. "Fucking figures."

He turns, and past the flow of carelessly happy kids there's a face he saw twice in his life and never managed to forget.

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This is how it starts: Ichigo, all of sixteen, bleeding, forearms slashed -- defensive wounds. Lip busted, ribs black and blue. Ichigo climbing back to his feet somehow. Before him there's a feral bastard with wild furious eyes and bared white teeth, holding a butterfly knife that looks more red than steel.

"Fucking stay down already!" said feral bastard snarls.

The world is a whirl of pain and danger-threat-move, the edges of things too sharp in his vision, too contrasted, heartbeat swamping out the other guy's voice.

Ichigo takes a step forward. His legs shake.

"Think I won't slash your fucking neck?!"

Ichigo does think that. Huh.

The guy could. The guy might, if he gets pushed too far. But he doesn't want to. It's something in the curl of his lip, desperate and sickened.

"Why are you even doing this?!"

Why.

Inoue.

"She's not even your anything."

She's Inoue.

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(The man stabs out toward his neck -- flash-fast, snarling -- then gets him in the temple with a roundhouse kick while Ichigo was shielding himself. Curtains.)

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Ichigo and Orihime were high school sweethearts and now they're a respectable married couple with a perfectly fine little suburban house and a child. (Well, tolerably fine. The house, not the child. The child is great.) They are sweet and loving and supportive and there is nothing missing in their life. Nope! Nothing.

Nelliel and Grimmjow sure as hell aren't married, and never mind being respectable in any way, but they managed to breed somehow so they're gonna have to deal with that. As soon as they manage to deal with being jobless and evicted.

Surely those two people they had a pretty bad run-in with as teenagers are not going to be of any help, though... Oh.

☠️ : ya gonna chicken out ?

🍓 : shut up you know that's not it ! there's a difference between, you know, fighting and accidentally touching and—

☠️: i fucking know what kissing is, kurosaki. just shut it and let me try something alright ?

🍓 : !!!!!!! no !!!!