S T A T S :
fics: 29. Last year was 54, so that's a noticeable drop.
gossip girl: 13
the hunger games: 7
misc. (rpf, movies, etc.): 9
ships: 21-ish; it's hard to tell because I'm a multiship fiend
gen pieces: 7-ish; again, multiship fiend
threesomes: 1
AUs: 9
female POV: 12
male POV: 17
most written character: Dan was the lead or supporting character in 10 fics
most written ship: Dan/Blair with 8 fics
O V E R A L L :
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?
Less! I guess I thought I'd write the same amount each year and/or end up topping myself, so I was pretty surprised that I'd only written twenty-nine fics. Felt like more.
Did you take any writing risks this year?
Maybe with writing more RPF and other unfamiliar fandoms, but eh. Not really. I did write more original fiction, though, which I guess was a risk, for me.
Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?
My eternal goal is to finish my WIPs. I am beginning to lose faith in myself, however. I feel so bad dropping any of them but I've just lost interest in 'be my heater' and that is literally the only one I ever get asked about. Idgi, I reread it recently and there are so many things I wish I could do differently, which is at least in part why finishing it is tripping me up.
And as always I need to be writing more femslash.
B E S T A N D W O R S T :
My best story of this year:
hollywood's dead. I actually kind of wish I hadn't posted it, haha, so I could use it in an original project I'm planning. I had so much fun writing it and I'm super proud of it, I consider it one of my best in general.
My most popular story of this year:
I think 'and summer will not come again' seemed to do pretty well.
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:
I don't know if it's the most under-appreciated, but I thought 'off to the races' (the Dan/Blair/Beatrice fic) would get more attention than it did.
Most fun story to write:
'age of dissonance,' probably, at least in part because the majority of the work is already done for me, haha. But I really love re-working already-existing texts for fic because it's like putting together a puzzle. I also like what it can reveal about both the text and the characters that are being inserted into this other world.
Story with the single sexiest moment:
'flowers and sonnets and drinking poison's fucked up sexiness works for me but possibly not for everyone lol. Also 'perfume cognac lilac' was pretty good, I liked how that one turned out, sex-wise.
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:
'even cowboys get the blues,' which was a Royal Tenenbaums, Chas/Eli thing. Partially because it was nothing I ever expected to write, and partially because I had never delved into that movie in a fic-writing way, I felt like it really revealed new things about everybody involved for me.
Hardest story to write:
Hmmm maybe 'plant lavender for luck'? Just because it was so long and I'm a person of limited patience. Also, since it was based on a movie, it was pretty plotty and that was difficult as I usually just write character-driven things. I had to really power through it.
Biggest disappointment:
I was pretty cool with everything I wrote this year.
Biggest surprise:
All my Hunger Games fics! It's not a fandom I ever anticipated writing fic for in a big way but the latest movie must've unleashed something in me, haha.
Most unintentionally telling story:
Hm. 'hollywood's dead,' probably, since it's the closest to what I go for with my original work.
W I P T E A S E R S :
These are the only things I am currently actively working on:
without a key, 4/5
Dan is calling again, and again Nate hits ignore, turning up his music as though doing so will tune out his brain.
needle in the hay, the ds pseudo-incest fic
Serena wears a glittering dress to the party, too short over pitch-black tights and boots. Everything about her glitters and when she links arms with Dan she leaves gold sparkles all over his left side. Her smile is wide and beaming and white, shiny with lipgloss, and she tells him not to worry. Dan lies, says he never worries, and that makes Serena laugh, gold-tipped finger reaching out to smooth the furrowed knot between his eyebrows.
bachelorette, based on the movie of the same name
It's just the back of his head, the stupidly familiar back of his head; he's talking to Aaron of all people, who was invited practically by accident along with the rest of Blair's family. But then he turns, profile coming into view, and Blair swallows hard, almost angrily – because yes, stupid awful Dan is still awfully handsome.
with the cruelest of intentions, an AU of guess what
Serena raises her eyebrows even as her eyes follow the path of Blair's fingers. "I thought you didn't fuck girls."
Blair bites her lower lip, pushing the waist of her skirt a little lower as she turns toward Serena. "I might be convinced." Then she rises abruptly, hopping off the bed. "Provided, of course, that you can get the little hipster into bed."
R E C L I S T :
There is a much more extensive rec list in my 2013 scrapbook, so please go over and look! But I will shamelessly pick favorites for the year.
you are the blood flowing through my fingers |
stainofmylove | katherine pierce; thg au“You’re a survivor,” she wraps her hands around his neck. “Like me.”
“No,” he grips her wrists tightly, but does not try to stop her. Yet. “I’m a coward.”
Breath skipping, slipping, straining, a needle reaching the end of the record but still spinning obstinately on, “Same thing.”
old fashioned way of speaking |
stainofmylove | dan/blairDan wonders how many gifts he can accept from Blair before he’ll have to start considering himself a kept man; he’s come to dread the looming possibility of Blair slipping a pair of keys to a tasteful midtown one-bedroom into his jacket pocket.
In his imagination she’s also smoking a cigar.
take my arms that I might reach you | gyzym | gob bluth/tony wonder
"Wait," Gob says at some point. "If neither one us has syphilis yet, does that mean we're being… uh, what's the word for 'only having sex with one person?'"
babylon | epistolic | johanna mason
Really, she has done nothing: met a pack of wolves on her way towards home in the forest, like something out of a fairy tale. She is twelve. She’d had an axe with her and hadn’t quite known how to use it. She is still bleeding, bleeding all over these steps she cleaned just this morning, she’ll have to clean them again. What a waste.
untitled |
He’s the kind of kid that looks good just a little beat up, all pale skin and ski-slope cheekbones and pillowy lips. You reckon he’d make all the right kinds of noises if you bit down just a little too hard against the long white column of his neck. There’s longing for pain in those dark, nervous eyes.
but how long will you stay with me, baby? |
portions_forfox | dan/blairDan slides down a wall in an (almost) empty hallway, tilts his head back and tells the Queen Bitch that his mother won't come home. And she tells him more or less the same.
She's pretty, isn't she, Dan remembers thinking, her rich dark hair curled in flawless rings of brown, her small pursed lips slick with shiny red gloss that made her look far younger than she'd ever aim for, and he remembers thinking, She's pretty, isn't she, because it was easier than thinking any further than that.
on ne peut pas fabriquer la vérité |
portions_forfox | harry/hermione“Nothing, it’s just so—normal.” Hermione nearly froze cold at the use of the word. Her legs ceased kicking in the air, and she sniffled once. “‘Why’ve you called?’” Harry repeated gleefully. “It’s something Muggles say to each other all the time. We’re just two Muggles having a chat over the phone.”
Hermione started to chuckle, just a bit. “We could easily be just that,” she said. “You in your uncle’s house on Privet Drive, me with my parents here in Lancaster. Just this morning I bought an apple juice at Sainsbury’s with lunch. An apple juice, Harry. And I bought it in pounds.”
“That’s not half as bad as me,” Harry returned. “Did I tell you I’ve been watching telly lately?”
lately i’ve been waking up alone |
portions_forfox | matt damon/ben affleckA moment of silence falls and Matt turns around to throw a couple more things on the table while Ben looks at the back of his head, the blond hair curved around his ears and the freckles on his neck, big and brown and creased over the careful lines in his skin. The way his cross necklace fits all metal and gold around his neck, even though he’s not a Catholic, even though he’s still not sure what he believes and he’s said so to Ben sometimes late at night when it’s dark and they’re talking deep, the way he wears it just because. And when Matt turns around Ben’s there, towering, his face close.