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So the NB from this post I made two years ago was/still is active on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and I don't know if there is a thread for that site specifically on the farms, the search didn't turn anything definitive up. I was reminded of her a few days ago and decided to see if she was still doing her stupid fan-fic and by golly in a short couple of months 2024 has been her most prolific year.Left is before trooning out (or enbie-ing like it makes a fucking difference), right is after, obviously. Why do they do this to themselves?
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I thought I would share some the better bad writing here. She's a western asexual fujoshi. All of the gay romance shit without any explicit sex and only with western franchises. [Profile]
(03 Jul 201
Dick moved so swiftly to close the gap between them, Jason barely had time to ready his arms for a fight as they were pinned tightly against his chest, with broad, trained muscles squeezing the seeping anger almost right out of him and suddenly- before he could register it- his body was trembling. His arms and legs shook, his breaths coming in fast and shallow and- oh shit. He was going to have a panic attack.
“Shhh, shh, sh. Ssshhh. Jay. Jay, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
“Huhh-hh-” Jason tried.
“Shh, just breathe, little bird, I’ve got you.”
“D-Dick, I- I’m so-”
“Shh, I know. It’s okay.” The arms tightened. A few moments later and Jason was actually calmed down somewhat. Was somewhat in the moment despite the whole- drunk as fuck and hadn’t eaten anything all day while also being completely physically and emotionally spent factor but- still. He was calm. Nightwing sat them down on the couch. “I..” Dick began, almost avoiding Jason’s eyes but thinking better of it, connecting them instead. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hesitated.”
(28 May 2019) The Flash homo shit
Barry huffed again. “Yeah? Well, you gunna keep me chained up here, master thief, forever. What’s your endgame?”
“Hm. Right now? To not lose what I have my hands on.” Barry looked up at him with a remorseful tinge. “How about we try coffee and some dinner? We’ve never tried that, yet. Usually we just, ya’ know, beat eachother up, foil each others plans. Ever think we’re doing this relationship thing wrong?”
Barry laughed. “No.”
“Oh.” Len laughed back.
“You… want to have dinner… with me..?”
“Yes, Barry Allen. I want to have dinner with you. Not because I’m trying to save you, you know I’m just doing it for selfish reasons, that’s all.” Len winked.
“Well, surely. I know your MO, Captain Cold.” Barry chimed back.
“See, the only thing is- I’m going to need to trust you- kid..” Barry’s stomach felt like he swallowed a particularly jagged two-ton weight as his gaze shied away. “ Barry.” Len said commandingly until their eyes met again. “I swear, I promise- to give this a shot- if you promise the same thing. The rest- we work on one minute, of one day, at a time.”
The air went tense again between them as Barry huffed out a sigh the room seemed to sigh with him as everything relaxed a margin. “Okay..” Len didn’t move. “Okay, I promise to give it a try…”
Len sighed perhaps in an audible relief, he couldn’t be sure, but he moved to undo the cuffs; leaning over Barry’s body he glanced a peek down before undoing the last click and saw Barry eyeing him, biting his lip. He looked so, beautiful. Then he smirked. “I mean, at least for sure I’d like to try those lips again. Goddamn, Len. You are so beautiful .”
Len stiffened slightly as the cuffs came undone, Barry looking at him wide dough-eyed and mouth slightly agape as he leaned up on his arms.
“..What?” Len huffed.
“Oh my God; did I just make Captain Cold go red?”
(29 Feb 2024) Psych non-con. Yes, that Psych. Y'know, the mediocre TV show from the early 2000s.
“Oh, you don’t have to beg, pretty thing.” Jax smiled and licked his lips, moving his hand just to the side of the seam of Shawn’s pants. Shawn shut his eyes tightly as violent, invasive thoughts flooded his mind and wouldn’t slow down. He just wanted everything to slow down. “ You know, years and years of this kind of work will give you some pretty neat insight. Reading in-between the lines, as I’m sure you know.” He spoke, not ceasing in his explorations of the young psychic. “More than half of talking to people is reading them. Looking past what their mouths are lying about, and hearing what their eyes are screaming at you.” He snatched Shawn’s cheeks in a tight grip as his eyes widened in fear, an ugly bubble of despair knotted in his stomach. “You know what your eyes are telling me, Shawn?” His bottom lip is quivering steadily now. Jax leaned in, brushing his cheek against Shawn’s to whisper while still locked onto desperate, wounded eyes. “ Repression.” He smiled. “ Now why, I wonder, would they be saying that, huh.?”
Shawn sobbed. “Please don’t. I- I could give you anything you wanted. I’m psychic, I swear I could help you out. J-Just don’t. I can’t. I can’t do this. Not-again-please!”
She also just finished a 13 Chapter Pirates of the Caribbean non-con about Jack Sparrow and Will Turner on the first of March that she apparently started in fucking 2015 that I'm excited to start digging into.
I know she's not a full lolcow worthy of a thread, and if there is an AO3 thread that I somehow missed I'd rather post this there, but I couldn't think of a better place for now.