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But I'm writing it anyway. This is chapter three.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56368048/chapters/146712238

actually, the year is vague; I kind of straddled two decades for this story.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30815939/chapters/76070918

The "fantasy" aspect of this story isn't that the characters have powers (they don't), but that we are pretending that anti-miscegenation laws were magically ignored just because the characters were in love.

I don't know if I ever even posted this here (I probably did). This is my Ororo/Logan interracial romance story from the late fifties, early sixties. Opposites attract is the trope, and it's a pretty standard enemies to friends to lovers trope, too, where Logan and Ororo pretty much detest each other (or at least, she didn't like him) from middle school going forward, until Logan ends up needing help in three different subjects so he can keep playing ball. Ororo is nerdy and brilliant and SO DONE with his shit, until she isn't. Basically, that's it. I liked delving into this universe because I'm borrowing from my own parents' experiences as teens during that time period.

I never post here anymore, because it's like shouting down into a well. I'm still out here, I'm still on AO3, I'm still on Tumblr and Instagram, and I have a Bluesky account, now, too, because after waiting months for an access link, I can finally post there (to crickets).

I hope this new year is finding y'all in good health and safe circumstances. The world is a trash fire right now. I hope life is kind to you, and you have the time, space, and muse to enjoy fandom and putting your blorbos into situations as we always have.

Godspeed.

I found this in the landscaping and had to capture a shot.
https://www.redbubble.com/i/notebook/Black-Butte-Poppy-Field-by-Originalceenote/147960746.RXH2R?utm_source=rb-native-app&utm_campaign=share-product&utm_medium=ios

I have a server that is getting awfully lonely.
https://discord.gg/9qp4Mcqv

Barely any members yet, but it’s geared toward X-Men comic fans, mostly, and some Avengers. Mostly just for sharing fic links, fan art, and comic events or related news.

Take a peek if you like.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38715225/chapters/96799464

Chapter Eight is up. I added a mood board to the introduction, too.

I don't write threesome fics often. My friend Gothabilly13 came up with this one. I love Logan/Remy fic anyway, so this isn't a stretch. But anyway, here we are.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40547829/chapters/102246342

It's a bakery AU. And a sugar daddy AU. And it's smutty. Hi.

I would love it if you gave it a read.

I have asked that question before. Whatever.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40524216/chapters/101524797

I'm throwing this out into the ether. This is an OT3 fic that one of my friends from my old Yahoogroup, Gothabilly13, asked me to beta and cheerlead a story of hers with this same pairing/thruple. I think Logan/Remy Lebeau/Loki is the rairest rairpair I have ever heard of, and basically, I'm here for it.

I want to give this some exposure. With a pairing this rare, you know that no one is gonna see it come up in the AO3 search engine because the tags for it aren't common yet.

THEY WILL BE, DAMN IT.

I know that subject line has a lot crammed into it. But. Yeah.

The OT3-some fairy tale fic that no one asked for. Here we go.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30545295/chapters/75337065

There's a mood board in it and everything.

Chapter twelve of my Stucky Regency AU that was my Fandom Trumps Hate auction prize for my bidder this year.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23606332/chapters/72030228

Chapter eleven:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23606332/chapters/70682610

Snippet:

They finished breakfast and set the dishes aside before stomping outside into the frosty morning. Gorgeous. The sunrise threw furious, rich streaks of orange-gold and scarlet across the sky. Frost sparkled on the grass and leaves across the yard. Steve’s breath caught; it hit him, then. This was his. This was his mother’s legacy and his inheritance, his responsibility, not merely a deed to be signed away to George Barnes. If he failed - no. No, he couldn’t. Not for Billy’s sake, nor for his own. Other businesses relied on the goods that he grew and sold, and Steve felt a sense of belonging in his community. He had nowhere to go if he lost the farm.

And it wasn’t as though he could just summon another convenient marriage prospect out of thin air.

“Sometimes, I wish you had said ‘I do’ to that Barnes fellow, after all.”

Billy’s words jerked Steve from his reveries as they entered the barn. “What’s that?”

“Could have been living like a toff, married to him,” Billy explained. “Especially if he has money like Barton.”

“Like Bucky?” Steve scoffed, brow furrowed. “Who knows how much money that would have even been? And who knows how it would have been, married to my landlord’s son!”

“Easier, no doubt.”