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What fanfic was the world writing in 2022? (AO3 Year In Review) by centreoftheselights
Fandoms: Fandom - Fandom, No Fandom, Multi-Fandom
01 Jan 2023
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A review of the most popular relationship tags on AO3 in the period Jan-Dec 2022.
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- Part 20 of AO3 Ship Stats
- Part 3 of AO3 Ship Stats: New Year's
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Lucky, are the people who are born as something cute and lovable like a hamster hybrid, or something cool like a fox or peacock hybrid. Unlucky, are people like Minho, who are born as something like a snake hybrid, forced to deal with negative connotations and wary looks all the time.
He tries to stay positive and tries to steer people’s expectations in any way he can. He wears light colors to seem less intimidating, wears long sleeves to cover up the scales on his arms, always makes sure to smile to compensate for his resting bitch face, but there’s only so much he can do.OR: Minho has a crush on the cute emo squirrel and wants to ask him out so badly. Too bad Jisung is afraid of him.
Or is he?Series
- Part 1 of Drabble to Fic collection
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Podfic reading of shotgunning, by keros.
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"Are you still nervous?" Minho asks, retaining that addictive nonchalance to his voice.Jisung releases a pathetic little laugh between his gritting teeth. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Just a little bit.”
"Let me smoke you out, then."
Jisung makes the mistake of letting his curious gaze wander, allowing a mesmerized "How?" to escape him. He's done the moment their eyes meet, because then Minho's taking Jisung's jaw in his hand while the other holds what's left of his blunt, dark eyes trailing down to the lips he wants to coax apart.
"Open for me."
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Shotgunning: the practice of inhaling smoke and then exhaling it into another individual's mouth.
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“I was wonderin’ when you were gonna show up.” Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a cigarette in the old woman’s hand. Whatever she was smoking was rolled up in scraps of old newspaper. From the smell, it was something that Hancock would be jealous of.
“Oh, mighty fortune teller, please tell me I finally win the lottery.” He leaned against the wall next to her chair, shifting Churchbell to the side as he did so. A steady breeze wove its way through the town, causing the wind chimes of shells and bone, pre-war tech and broken glass hanging from the warped metal awning to sing with their movement.
Mama Murphy flicked the ashes of her joint with a smirk, “What’d ya’ mean finally? Kid, you already got the whole world.”
Deacon smiled off towards Charlie’s home, behind the tree. “How’s she doing?”
“Misses you somethin’ awful though she ain’t ever going to say it out loud.” She hummed, “Be better if you were in her light rather than shadow.”
“You know that ain’t my stick Murphy.”
(something that been in my head for a while now about what happens after the main questline is completed... & what that means for Deacon & Wanderer's relationship)Series
- Part 1 of The Noble Lie
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