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https://archiveofourown.org/works/80707841/chapters/211986381

Ungentlemanly. Mature/explicit for occasional violence and m/m slashy stuff. Logan/Remy. This is a WIP.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77934776

This is just a short “trapped in an escape pod together after our space station blew up and now we caught feelings” story my friend mishappenstance prompted me to write.

Just a brief update, I guess.

I only post here once in a great while, and I know that most of the people who I followed here don't, for the most part. To bring people up to speed, I deleted my Facebook and my Instagram because of the rise of terrible ads, bots, AI slop, and fascist Moms for Liberty/TERF-y shit and other tradwife-fluencer content that always flowed rampantly into my feed. I also felt like I was always under surveillance by my coworkers when I would post updates or photos, like an insidious grownup version of Elf on a Shelf. It was difficult finding the off switch for both accounts, because Meta hides it deeply within its sub-menus to make it hard to leave. I highly recommend getting off of Facebook. It's cleansing, and my mental health has improved considerably.

Well. Mind you. I'm still a mess. But I feel like a less paranoid mess.

I have a Bluesky account that I use to watch and read news and to follow other artists and crafters. I still have a Pillowfort that I will share artwork on once in a while, and a Cara app account on my phone that is also for art. I dumped my old Twitter back when Musk first threatened that he was buying it and I never looked back.

I still write fanfiction for catharsis and to a certain extent, for connection. I'm going to back away from the MCU slightly this year and delve back into my old fandoms, like Archie Comics, X-Men comicsverse, and Smallville. I don't like the direction that Marvel/Disney has gone with some of the recent films and the projects that featured minority characters that they decided to shelve, even though they were either near completion or already had their funding greenlit. Their lack of promotion for some of those properties with diverse casts and themes has also been appalling. It gets old.

The other plan for this year is to try to finish my associate's degree in nutrition and food science, and to apply for grad school. I'm worried I might not succeed in the latter, but life is short, and it's self-defeating to be afraid. I'm going to be working on art and costumes, too, and hopefully be attending more small conventions.

Be well, you all.

This is my auction prize for my winner, This_Catnik, on AO3. She won my single auction for Marvel Trumps Hate 2025. This is a work in progress for one of my favorite pairings, Sam/Steve. I have no urge to watch Doomsday when it comes out, and I have been falling out of love with the MCU franchise since Guardians of the Galaxy 3 and Endgame. My Marvel-inspired theater attendance has been sparse at best since then.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74750796/chapters/196128291

But I'm proud of this story. This is chapter three out of a planned six.

Best wishes and happy holidays, y'all.

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.