2024 fic roundup
Jan. 1st, 2025 04:37 pmStill. Better than last year. I'll take it.
This year I wrote and posted: 4 fics and 1 vid. Yay.
( fanfic yearly roundup, because why not )
Should I be working on any of my exchange fics/vid right now? Probably! Am I doing an A03 stats meme to distract myself instead? You betcha!
Snagged this one from muccamukk. General idea is you go to your AO3 stats page and then average out the totals by your total number of works (mean, not median). Definitely shows a more diverse slate of fics than always picking your top 5 or whatnot. And my brain really likes playing with stats in this way, so.
I fiddled with the word count only, since of my 209 works on AO3, 31 are fanvids (which have 0 words) and I'm making the executive decision that those shouldn't count. Still counting them toward hits/kudos/etc, though.
(One thing I find fascinating is the ration of bookmarks to comments - like, obvs people are more likely to kudos than comment, but I hadn't realized how MUCH more likely they are to bookmark than comment.)
( stats meme! )
Steve slumps down into the chair. The shield drops to the floor at his side with a faint clang. He props his head up in his hands and stares at the video feed of Bucky's room. After a few long minutes, he feels a hand on his shoulder.
"Have you called Sam?" Natasha asks him in a low tone. "You should call Sam."
He shakes his head slowly, not taking his eyes off Bucky. "I'm not gonna bother him at this hour."
"I'm calling Sam," she says firmly. "You are staying put until he gets here, and then he is going to explain to you in terms you can understand why it's a really terrible idea for you to go charging in on Barnes right now. In the meantime…" She pauses, then slides a pad of paper and a pen across the desk to him. "We have a guard stationed down on his level. If you'd like to write him a note, I can ask him to leave it somewhere Barnes will see it when he wakes up."
Steve stares at the pad in front of him. What could he possibly write? His mind feels as blank as the paper. "I just want him to know I'm here, if he -- just that I'm here. Could you just…" A thought occurs, and he reaches down to grip his shield. "Can you put this in the room with him?"
Bucky had saved the shield from the Potomac himself, unprompted. He'd carried it with him for a month before their paths crossed again, and he'd been holding it tightly when Steve found him mid-breakdown. The shield obviously meant something to him. It's a better message than any words Steve could possibly write down.
Natasha hesitates, then accepts the shield from him. He doesn't think she's ever actually held it before. "Okay," she says. "I can do that."
Comment with the title of one of my fics and a number (or more than one of either) and I'll witter egomanically about:
1) how I came up with the idea
2) something I deleted
3) my favorite bit
4) something I struggled to write
5) what the writing process was like
6) how I thought people would respond
7) how people actually responded
8) something I wish I’d done differently
9) something I think I did right