End of the year fic meme

Dec 21, 2014 18:59

Well, it's unlikely I'll write any more fics this year, so might as well do this meme again.

First of all, the fics I wrote/published this year:

The Snows of Samarkand

Ship of Fools

The Need to Forget

Dance With the Devil

The Silver Bridegroom

The Parting of Petals

Defy Not the Stars

Stratagem

Total Number of Completed Stories: 8.

Overall Thoughts: "And here I thought I wrote too little fic this year!" I still would've written more if I'd had the chance, though. If I wasn't stuck in a shitty flat that was making all my illnesses worse right now, I would've probably whacked out at least one more porny Jaffar/Princess longfic (probably Roses 6 or something).

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? See above. It's... not as little as I thought it was, but I still wish I'd had a chance to write more.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? I FOUGHT SO FUCKING HARD NEVER TO WRITE THE RENAULT/STRASSER AND NOW LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO, INTERNETS. Although it was inevitable, wasn't it?

My favorite story this year (of my own): Hard to say. I guess I am most pleased with Dance With the Devil in that I got away with the sickest kinks and it became insanely popular as well despite/because of that? I got some pretty damn intense imagery woven into that, even though I think it could've been much better, too. And I'm happy with the emotional depth I managed to get into some of the Persian tales, even though I do miss the intensity of Falcon--apart from the Samarkand snippet, I didn't really visit that 'verse this year, and I still miss it horribly.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? I don't think Dance With The Devil was as risky as its predecessor because the fuckage-uppage of that universe had already been established, so it was just a matter of upping the ante. The audience would've known to expect messed-up stuff. And... er... IDK; Defy Not The Stars was more of a traditional historical romance novel than anything else I've written, including mushy elements I normally hate in the romance genre, so I don't know if I risked alienating readers because of that? I don't know. I don't think I took any big risks this year, TBH, apart from that of boring my audience.



Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year? NEED MOAR ROASES. I do have some genderswappy stuff lined up for that and a few people have been poking my brain towards Devilry 3. It'd be nice to wrap the latter one up, but it'd also be a shame because I'd really have to kill them at the end because there are so few perversions *left* for those two. It's really hard to take them any further than they've already gone. And I do yearn to write some deep and angsty Jaffar/Princess, as usual. The only trick is to make it different from the rest--but I'm sure I'll find a way.

My best story this year: You tell me. Is it the vulnerability and the devotion Jaffar shows in Ship of Fools and Defy Not the Stars? Is it the femslash in The Parting of Petals and The Need to Forget? The historical detail in the Persian fics? Torsten and Laura getting away with scat?

My most popular story of this year: Dance With the Devil. Not really a surprise, that, given the popularity of the first part. It *is* a wild ride with a huge variety of kinks and fetishes and gender combinations, though, so I don't blame 'em. And it's a proper, novel-length festival of debaucheries, so I'm quite happy with it being my most popular work this year!

Story most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: All the Jaffar/Princess stories, as usual. At least in relation to the amount of emotional turmoil I have for that pairing and the amount of historical detail I put into the stories and the difficulty of writing the language that 'verse requires. I can write modern-ish pornfic pretty fast, but the prose always comes much more slowly in ToB fics because it's so poetic and all of it really needs a lot of honing. That's truly where my heart belongs, that 'verse and that pairing, and my very soul rests at Jaffar's feet. Not that I *mind* people loving the piss-drenched incest of Devil, of course, because I wouldn't write it if I didn't love it. And oh yeah, I do think the damn Scully/Clarice pr0nz is underappreciated, because I actually got the idea for that from a Tumblr post where someone said they wanted it and it had like hundreds (if not thousands?) of notes but would people ever read it? HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. FEMSLASH. ARE YOU JOKING? So it's not like I'm *surprised* it isn't more popular than it is, because fandom is a bunch of hypocrites about femslash all the time. It's *always* that thing where people are all "WHEE!" at the idea and wave big ol' queer feminist flags about it but then go and read about dicks rubbing together anyway.

Most fun story to write: A tie between Dance With the Devil (because it just flowed out so easily and was so outrageous and nuts) and The Silver Bridegroom (because Jaffar is a fucking DORK. And a whore And adorable at that). And Stratagem was great fun to write, too, because I do love my bisexual manwhore characters. Overall, probably Devil, because I wrote that NOVEL-LENGTH FUCKER IN A MONTH. It was insane. And there wasn't that much wringing over hands over plot or whatever.

Most sexy story: Even if there's plenty of unfing everywhere, well. Dance With the Devil, quite probably. I wrote some insanely sexy stuff in all fandoms this year, but I think that one has some of the most outrageously filthy things I've ever written.

Story with the single sexiest moment:

I'm just going to do what I did last year and choose the sexiest bits from several fics:

-Ship of Fools: Either Jaffar wanking in his cabin, desperate for his Pwinzezz, or that bit before their wedding night where they don't fully consummate the marriage but just fondle each other, with the amount of crazy sexual frustration going on. Although that wedding night bit where he kisses down her back and she thinks he's going to nom her, but then the bastard *starts over*--that was pretty hot, too.

-Dance With the Devil: THE ENTIRETY OF THE TORSTEN/HIDDLES ROBBIE SCENE. As stated before, clicky to the fic proper and Ctrl+F to "little empress" if you just want to read Torsten seducing a virgin-with-men behbeh 1940s Hiddles.

Poor Robert--or, "Please, Robbie, everyone calls me Robbie," he mumbled as I shoved him into the elevator--the boy was out of his mind. Yes, in my mind I called him a boy; he seemed so young, so fragile, tiptoeing as he reached up to plant a kiss on my mouth. I almost felt sorry for him, can you imagine? But that's part of the fun in seducing innocents: to take one last look at what you will soon have spoiled, having lured the virgin to your lair. To bask in the cocaine euphoria of your own beastliness, ruthlessness.

"Is it your first time?" I asked as I turned the key in the lock. I knew the answer, of course, but wanted to give him the chance to say something, to justify this to himself.

"Yes," he said, almost in tears as I pushed his coat off his shoulders, "yes," as I took his mouth with a kiss.

"Then let me make it good for you."

And I did: I drew out that anticipation for both of us, relishing his purity for as long as I could. I led him to my bedroom and stripped him slowly, with a tenderness that mimicked love. I made my gestures deliberately feminine, adoring at times; for the rest of the time, I made sure he remembered my true sex by the force with which I claimed his mouth again and again, crushed his body against mine. An electric charge went through me as he fumbled with my buttons, never having undressed a man before. And even in the half-light, he stared at me, at the shape of my body, at my erection courting his. I had not lit a single lamp; the moon was full and its light was magnified by the snow, so that the entire room was lit with blue and white. Blue and white, the curves of his shoulders and chest, the dark peaks of his nipples. Blue and white, the planes of his stomach, quivering as I laid him down and kissed his cock.

He was afraid, deathly afraid even as I sucked him, his buttocks clenching as I cupped them. "What's the matter?" I asked in my sweetest voice. "Do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"Yes," he rasped, then bit his lip as he realised how blunt he had been.

"Then why did you come?" I asked, spread his legs and laid myself down on top of him. "Why did you come?" I asked again and rubbed my cock against his, trapping them both between our bellies. When he still refused to answer, I pinned his wrists down upon the pillows and stared into his eyes. "Is it that no one has hurt you the right way yet, Robbie? And you're curious?"

His eyes flickered; his throat bobbed and with a low moan, he kissed me. He could not say "Yes," but it was there in his kiss; it was there in the way he wrapped his legs around me, the way he lifted his hips, offered his ass in sacrifice. Glorious, glorious sacrifice; oh, he was beautiful.

It was then that I took the glycerine and slicked up his cock. "I'm going to make you wait for it," I said, deliberately cruel, crooning in his ear as I fucked him with my fist. "I'm going to make you ask for that pain, Robbie dearest."

...I do think that's going to win the prize for the sexiest scene I've written in the entire year. It's still probably the dirtiest and hottest slash scene I've *ever* written, too.

-The Silver Bridegroom: Sarosh addressing Jaffar as a girl. And then there are the ridges...

-The Parting of Petals: Probably too many to choose from, but Jaffar teasing Yassamin is always good. The bits where he whips her are unfier to me than the actual femslash, but the femslash (the scene where it's just her and Gol in particular) is pretty steamy, too. It's actually hard to pick the hottest scene from this one, as there's so much variety going on and it features several pairings.

-Defy Not The Stars: the pussy-eating scene on their wedding night. I've probably posted that excerpt before, but see how I don't give a fuck? That's how proud I am of it:

Yet it is then that she bites his fingers. "My lady!" he cries out in shock, his cock pulsing a drop of arousal against her thigh.

"I am still practicing," she says, kissing the fingers she had bitten.

"Practicing what?"

"Becoming your harlot," she grins.

"Oh, my sweet," he shakes his head. "That will have to wait. You'll have to let me play the rake first," he says and glides down her body. He cannot wait any longer; her scent is driving him to distraction. Thus he spreads her thighs, reveals her cunny to light of the lamps, of the setting sun; he could not think of a sight more beautiful. The wonderful, heavy white mound of her sex, the lips of it so full; the inner folds of it gleaming pink like some exquisite confectionery. Her sweet wetness like that of liquid sugar poured over--

"Jaffar. If you're about to say it's made of marzipan, I am going to kill you."

"It is," he moans and gives it a long lick, sucking the sweetness from her folds. "And since it is my possession, I am going to call it whatever I want, my child," he growls playfully, drawing his thumb to the top of her slit, just above the hood of her clitoris. "My little marzipan cunt." And he does not know whether it's that touch or his words that now make her moan and tremble so, make her hips shift underneath him, and he doesn't care; he laps up her sugar, huffing like an animal, sating his mouth with her. Yet he does not suck her clitoris, does not push a single finger inside of her, seeing how long she will last without begging for mercy.

"Please, Jaffar."

Ah, but a few seconds, then: yet it is too soon and he would play a little more. "Lift your legs; I want to see it," he groans, now rutting into the sheets. He wants to be inside of her so much, wants these plump lips to drag around his cock, wants to thrust into this wetness to make it even wetter, to make it drip down his balls. But he wants to wait, wants to make it good for her, wants to make it good for them both or he will never be able to forgive himself.

And he needs this, just as much as she does: he looks into her eyes, guiding her, making her display herself for him as boldly as a courtesan. Not to humiliate her, but to honour her, because in exposing herself, her desire to him in full he can reward it, show her how much he cherishes it. "I want to see all of you," he murmurs. "Show me, Yassamin. Show me your love; show me how much you want me."

"I want you so much," she moans, smearing her lip paint with her teeth. "Can't you see?"

"I can, now," he laughs, spreading the lips of her cunny with his thumbs. And oh, how red her clitoris is, a pomegranate red, so swollen, still like the littlest of pricks. "You know, I don't think I have ever seen a woman this aroused," he says, marvelling at her, and just as his heart skips a beat, so must hers, the way she now smiles, the way her belly dips. "You honour me, my lady," he says, reverent, soft, before he finally takes her clitoris in his mouth and sucks it, sucks.

And her thighs tremble as he pleasures her in this manner, sucking off her salt, her sweetness, moving his lips and his tongue to draw her pleasure from her. Her cunny drips down his chin, drips, takes two of his fingers easily, the walls of her flesh so smooth from their swelling he has never felt the like. "Yassamin," he has to moan, has to pull back to look at her, at the length of his fingers sinking into her.

But now one of her feet hits the mattress and she groans, for she has let go of her leg, taking her hand to the back of his head instead. "Please, don't stop. I'm so close; please don't deny me, my love, please don't deny me now."

And how could he do such a thing? Not with the way her cunny moves around his fingers, squeezing them, her muscles taking him with more force than he is using himself. So he sucks upon her clitoris once more and continues to fuck her, taking his fingertips just to her opening, then pushing slowly deep inside of her, repeating the motion until she is shaking.

"Please, Jaffar," she whimpers through her teeth. "Not there. Higher, you know where; please."

"Here?" he says, innocently, massaging the soft spot behind her pubic bone that turns her whimper into a mewl. "Is this what your little cunny likes? Hmm?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it is, oh, God, it is. Please, don't stop, don't stop--"

And he swells with the pride of a true emperor, far greater a conqueror than the Caliph himself had been, possessing her so completely with the smallest of touches, the smallest. He but returns to sucking her slowly, holding all of his Yassamin at his fingertips, pressing into her, massaging that spot, higher, higher, and now she is trickling against his chin; he nearly spills on the sheets from his joy. She clamps her thighs around his ears but her screams still pierce his ears, shrill shrieks echoing off the walls as he keeps on pressing his fingers into her, curling them mercilessly with the entire force of his hand. She howls in shame as she hears the wet noises his hand is now making, yet he doesn't stop, forcing her to take it all, sucking and dragging every last tremor of her orgasm out of her.

"Please, stop," she finally says, taking his wrist. "You are hurting me."

"Victory," he chuckles as he lies down beside her, cupping her breast with his wet hand, letting her taste her own cunny from his tongue.

-Stratagem: Too long to quote here after all the other excerpts, but the scene at the office where Renault teases Strasser until Strasser just whimpers and faceplants into his crotch. It was *such* fun to write, and so in-character for them both. I'd actually meant for Strasser not to cave that early, BTW, but he just fucking went for it! I'd honestly meant for Renault to lure him to the hotel with the promise of them sharing a hot chick and had actually planned for her to be there at least at the start, but nope. Strasser's powers of gay were stronger than that and just overwhelmed me *and* Renault. But of course, Renault is a resourceful little shit and he could work with that--oh yes, did he ever work with that.

Most fun story: For sheer lols, The Silver Bridegroom. Especially the bit where Yassamin surprises Jaffar with the doll. Because they're such fucking dorks. The amount of indignant cat face in that scene was just hysterical.



Story with the single funniest moment: Quite possibly that one mentioned above. Did I mention he's a fucking dork?

Story with single sweetest moment: Pretty much every time Jaffar and the Princess get to be idiots together. Ship of Fools and Defy Not The Stars have plenty of those moments. Jaffar cuddling Yassamin after That Really Horrible Event in Stars is a pretty good contender. That, and them having dorky idiot cuddlesex in the shower and I just want to slap them for being so sweet. And oh yeah, of course, there's the terribly conventional YET NEVERTHELESS FUCKING ADORABLE epilogue to that same story. So I guess Stars wins in the sheer adorbz stakes?

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: Defy Not the Stars helped me flesh out Jaffar because with that and Bridegroom, I finally wrote stuff from his perspective. So it was really interesting to explore what was going on inside his dorky, melodramatic panther head of awesome. I really enjoyed being there and he was just so wonderful. Yet I felt like I could've gone even deeper and made it even more intense, somehow--I feel like I haven't truly probed all his depths, and that kind of niggles me. Perhaps I will end up writing more stories from his POV just so I can go really deep and dark; I'm not sure. OTOH, for the purposes of sheer erotica, the Princess's POV works better because let's face it, he's the lust object I'm writing/people are reading the stories for, and it's always hotter when the protagonist is the one experiencing the lust object guy. But yeah, Jaffar expanded in my head a bit more this year and I loved that.

Hardest story to write: Urf. Parts of Defy Not the Stars, at least plotwise, and because I was in a rush towards the end. I was to undergo a major operation and wanted to finish it before that, just in case I wasn't going to come back from the hospital. So I felt I had to rush some of it, although I'm still happy with the story overall. But some of the alternate history stuff definitely required some juggling.

Biggest disappointment: I don't consider any of the stories themselves disappointments. Just that the Connie fandom isn't big enough for people to come and talk to me about the stories, because I could honestly ramble about Jaffars and medieval Persia or Torsten Barring's boypussy *forever.*

Biggest surprise: I don't know if any of the stories carried any huge surprises? Maybe I didn't quite expect I'd write about Yassamin and Jaffar wanting babies? I guess that might have surprised my readers--that Defy Not the Stars ended the way it did? But I'd already written a childfree version of the pairing and Magically Somehow Not Pregnant Yassamin in all the other stories, so I thought it'd be idiotic not to give them a 'verse where they wanted kids and had them. Considering it's far likelier than my own anti-baby preferences--I wanted to write about the characters and what they wanted, not necessarily what I'd want from a relationship/marriage.

Most unintentionally *telling* story: Eh... nothing, really? That always kind of seems to imply you sort of Mary Sue the characters? And I don't feel like I did? They just came in and swept me away as usual. Like I said last year and the year before that, the only thing you can safely deduce is that I really fucking love anal sex and historical nerdery and fancy the pants off Conrad Veidt. Like, the fact that there's bondage and anal and fucktons of it tells you where my kinks lie but that's about it? And oddly, I have this strange thing where I'm sexually more attracted to women but actually prefer having sex with men and am not into toppy women (don't ask; it's one of those complicated things I'm not even going to try and understand), so the huge amount of femslash I wrote this year doesn't really tell you anyting about me either. (Conversely, the hot dominant femme guy spanking and bumming the anxious chick does, because that's something that aligns more with my own orientations/preferences.) IDK, maybe there are parallels in Laura realising she really is sexually a bottom, but... that's still not the same thing. So I always kind of find this question futile.

"Holy crap, that's *wrong*, even for you" story: Did I mention the piss and the incest and the scat? In fact, the scat was really sweet and loving and emotional in comparison to the Really Horrible Noncon Scene in the story. That scene was really hard to write and awful to proofread and I skim over it even now. But then it was meant to be horrible, so I suppose it *is* more wrong that the scat and the drugs and the whipping and whatever Torsten and Laura do at the end to re-establish their relationship is the sweet stuff and the ultimate expression of love for them. But then that's nothing new where those two are concerned.

Easiest story to write: Devil, because there was no ye olde prose there and it was closer to the present era and stuff like that. Even if it had a bit more plot than the first installment did, it was still mostly a matter of stringing a bunch of really fucked-up PWPs together. And sex is what I'm good at, baby.

Easiest character to write: Still Jaffar. I wub him. And I can understand him. And he's just delicious and a delight.

Hardest character to write: Any female character, really, because of the baggage and the fandom being a bunch of hypocrites and self-misogynists and *yawns* I've said all of this before, so there's little point in saying it all again. And Renault was hard to write because he's SO FUCKING WITTY and so fucking smart and so funny and such a well-known character that it was really hard to get his voice right. So if you ignore the baggage that comes with writing women and just focus on the character stuff, Renault was the hardest.

Favorite character to write: I'll just repeat what I said last year: Jaffar. He's just so hot and charming and wise and witty and funny. I mean, he's all that in the movie and he's one of those classic super-entertaining villains you just absolutely relish every second they're on screen. So it's great to have more of him, and also to expand him beyond the archetypal baddie of the movie and to add some of the wisdom of the historical Ja'far (which balances him out a lot) and show what he's like in the bedroom and how his magic works and all these kinds of things. He's a really rich character to mine.

This year's theme and the story that demonstrates it most: I'm not sure if there's been a theme this year. It's always about love and sex and intense-as-fuck and poetic stuff? This year, I suppose it's been all about variety and expansion (what with all these OCs and pairing the characters with them) and stuff? Lots of unfs and lots of variety in the unfs, and lots and lots of deep, sweet, dorky love with Jaffar and the Princess.

But yep, feel free to ask/talk to me about any of the fics I wrote this year (or earlier!) because I never get tired blathering about them. It's always so damn quiet here on LJ anyway.

ship of fools, stratagem, the need to forget, writing, fic & writing memes, thief of bagdad, dance with the devil, defy not the stars, dwtd, the snows of samarkand, jaffar/princess, the silver bridegroom, the king's white falcon, casablanca, btwbttd, memery, the parting of petals, of roses unfurling, because the world belongs to the devil, conrad veidt, memery: fannish, meta, a woman's face

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