#stopmopingstarthoping

Hi hello and thank you for the ask!  My Sailor Moon OTP is Michiruka, a definite part of my gaywakening!  Michiru and Haruka, alias Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus, respectively.  For a fair part of my formative years I wanted to *be* Michiru... water is her element, she’s a musician, she’s so graceful and pretty and just *siiigghhhh*  (and she gets to date Haruka... heh heh)

This is a little spoilery, but in S3 they have a tragic death scene together, and it gets me sobbing like a baby every single time (even tho I know they get rezzed, since there are more seasons)

They are such fun characters, and I love the way their relationship is just so natural and not an exposition/explanation point.  In the American dubbed version, they made them cousins, and I recall as a child being *very* confused -- I sure did not act like that with my cousins, lol!  When I was able to watch a subtitled/properly translated version and I learned they were girlfriends, it made soooo much more sense!

forever: hnnng yeah I try to but idk how successful I am

so I’ve got two pretty solid (largish) original stories that have been stewing in my brain. the one that I’ve got the most for is a kind of subversion on fairytales (and the knight rescuing the princess), but set in a more modern fantasy world (almost skewed towards sci-fi, because magic has made technological advancement more rapid). 

so uh. my problem was that my story already had some (unintentional) similarities to nyx/luna and the attack on the city in kingsglaive (at least for the first portion of the story). but it was like… I was still in the baby stages of plotting and characterization for a lot of it when kingsglaive came out, and I started feeling like I was getting way too influenced by it, to the point where I had to step back and put it on hold. except now its been on hold for like a year and a half and I’m scared to go back and read what I have and be like. ah yes. my lunyx fanfic alskdjflkj

the other story was a play on gothic romance/period novels but I kind of lost the plot somewhere bc I got too sidetracked by lesbians running away from arranged marriages, learning magic and turning into birds… 

damn i should go back to that story…

taken from @stopmopingstarthoping and @voxiferous

Year that was in my FFXV fic:

-  366,548 words across 53 fics on AO3, although I’m fudging this one a little bit because I finished my big nyxcor fic in 2018, but I wrote the majority of it in 2017. adjusted, that leaves me with about 332,226 words across 52 fics.

- I know I have 100+ ficlets and one-shots posted to this very same tumblr, but I’ve no way of doing a quick word count on those.

Quick list of my very favorite fics from the previous year:

Getting the honorable mention out of the way, the finale of  all of your flaws and all of my flaws, they lie there hand in hand. Nyx and Cor find Prompto, and they all try to survive a bitter war with most of their hearts and souls intact. I had to write that one because of feels and @notavodkashot and I’m glad it led me to all the places it did.

1. When I started this list I was talking to a dear friend on twitter about moon triplet -- smut, feels, and a threesome with a twist. I was not expecting to write too many emotions into that particular encounter, but it ended up good for readers too.

2. our little eternity (cross my heart and yours) -- I borrowed the themes of the K-drama Dokkaebi (Goblin) and basically poured my heart into a tale of supernatural love and fighting to accept one's self and one's beloved.

3. my two extended Gladnis fics go together because they basically have the same setup -- they're different from each other so how do they love? the colors of us involves a CEO and an artist/free spirit; long way home involves two survivors / veterans of a modern-day war.

4. closing walls and ticking clocks -- you'll pry my love for Rule 63'd characters out of my cold dead hands and this one is my favorite because it's promnis and I LOVE, unrepentantly, the flaws of them and the heat of their encounter.

5. oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? -- which @stopmopingstarthoping had a direct hand in, because musical inspiration. I wrote that in a fever of feels and wound up making myself -- and readers -- cry so I call it good.

6. a waking lightning flower -- doesn't matter if this is an obscure teaser of my own obscure AU, I just wanted to write a thoroughly powerful version of Aulea Lucis Caelum and I hope to have the chance to carry her story forward in 2019.

7. compass rose -- which is short, sweet, and makes people hungry. Four boys on the road, four entirely different approaches to comfort and love and caring for the self and for others. (do not read on an empty stomach, is the obligatory warning.)

I used a motion by とぅ to make this beauty. I don’t have time to animate anything so before you assume pls don’t request any animations

Just imagine there’s salt okay shh sh hsh sh shs hs HSHshSH

(and in honor of @ignyxweek and my best @stopmopingstarthoping, here’s the first one.)

(writing inspiration: here. the song is called “araw-gabi”, which translates roughly to “day and night”.)

Quick Fic Pick 98: threw away ten thousand songs

The last drops of rain slide a chilly path down the back of his neck and it’s all he can do to fight off the sheer prey-animal fear that rolls sickening down his spine -- he hates the feeling of having to look over his shoulder even in these places, in these corridors, all these rooms of stone and fortified glass and -- out beyond them, shivering on the edges of the city -- blue-light protection.

Best not to think about the source of that protection, either, or he’ll find himself having to fight off the dry-heaves as well, and just as he’s ducking into a quiet alcove, just as he’s reaching to turn off one bank of distant overhead lights so he has more shadows to hide in -- he hears it. Tentative, in the whistle of night-scented wind along the cold floors. In the draft and the lingering scents of the last of the autumn blooms, the bracing sea-breezes -- 

He would gladly fill up his lungs with that brine-scented breeze, but he’s drawn to the piano, to the rising music: and it starts out almost gentle, almost tentative, almost drowned out in these dark cavernous halls.

No way he’s letting it go, when it calls to him, when it sets the hooks of sweet powerful melodies into his skin, into his heart, and he takes off almost at a run, trusting his battle-honed senses to send him not into the the raging heart of the fight, but into something far gentler, far far quieter, and even as he runs the notes falter and almost trail off, and then rise again --

Open door, and one single shaft of wavering light, that he crosses in his headlong rush.

When he hears the voice, the startlingly tuneful words in the voice that he knows as a refined accent, calling out strategy and tactics or otherwise swearing up a strangely profane song -- he stops dead, whirls, doubles back.

And Nyx Ulric fetches up in that deserted chamber, wide-eyed on the threshold, eyes straining to pick out the lit candles. The graceful shadowed bulk of the piano, the graceful broad shoulders of the man at the piano, singing, his voice filling in between the notes, as the music is caught between wistful and steadfast.

Quick Fic Pick 101: embers, ashes

Click, nearly jammed up into his side so he almost misses it for the heaviness of his lingering breath, the heaviness of the dream that won’t let him go -- he’s been dreaming of those black carpets again, those gilded columns rising into a ceiling that’s mostly shadows -- and a fluttering spark, a flash of yellow and blue dancing flames, and he turns his head and can’t find it in himself to frown, though normally he’d complain, at the rough cylinder of brownish-white paper precariously caught in the pinch of Nyx Ulric’s mouth.

He sighs, and that’s all he’s got the heart to do, really, even as Nyx succeeds in touching the wavering shivering flame to the tip of the cigarette and -- inhales, and the room fills with burning and the oddly fragrant ash of tobacco and whatever other leaf might be in the damned thing, his damned vice, that’s left its stains on his fingertips.

“Ignis,” he hears Nyx say.

He holds up a hand. “You might as well -- do that,” he mutters in the ragged quiet of the near-morning. “Without me complaining. I don’t have the heart to do that right now.”

And -- bless him -- Nyx mutters something that he doesn’t quite catch, and -- doesn’t really pull away.

All he does is shift himself around, and then shift Ignis around -- Ignis himself goes and moves, easily, lets himself be moved -- and he ends up cradled in the languid spread of Nyx’s legs, his back braced against the breadth of Nyx’s bare chest, and Ignis permits himself a sigh, and turns his head a little. Nyx’s skin warm against his cheek, and the bruised jut of collar bone, from last night’s spar.

The hand that Nyx isn’t using to deal with his cigarette lands low on Ignis’s belly, and if he didn’t know any better he’d think that Nyx might be feeling possessive. Movement of Nyx’s thumb in tight small circles, both a jolt and a balm to his unsettled mind. 

The morning’s well and truly begun in its golden haze by the time he reaches for Nyx’s wrist and -- the hand that’s got the cigarette. 

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ignis Scientia/Nyx Ulric Characters: Ignis Scientia, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (mentioned), Aranea Highwind (mentioned), Prompto Argentum (mentioned), Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Spy Ignis Scientia, Double Agent Nyx Ulric, Double Agents, Sickfic, tradecraft, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Anger born of worry, but that's a secret, Black Humor, Inspired by Music, Ignyx week 2018 Summary: Even if they play the layered and dangerous games of spy vs. spy, this -- isn't the first time Ignis finds Nyx in his bed, wracked with pain, cracking wise even as he burns away.