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Name: Ren
Pronouns: they/them
Age: 41
Location: Wales
Gender: Non-binary
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: White Welsh
Pets: 4 and a half cats
Likes: Tea, pizza, sleep, sc-fi,
Hates: Terfs, tomatoes, coffee,
Fandoms: Stargate, Dragon Age, Star Trek, Rizzoli & Isles, I dabble a lot.

About me:
I'm Ren, I was born in Coventry and have lived in Wales, the land of my fathers (well, actually my grandfather) since I was ten.

I've been married for eleven years to an American from New Jersey and we have two kids. My wife carried and birthed them both. Flower is nearly 7, and identifies as a girl and trans. Tabby is 3 and a cancer survivor and had a liver transplant in January 2022. She has been in remission for the past nine months or so. She probably the healthiest of us all. I have a twenty year old nephew called Taylor, he is autistic and has dyspraxia and adhd. He was the best man at my wedding and, still is my best man. I have a 12 year old niece called Poppy who is definitely more like her mum than my sister would like! She's in a drama group, and started secondary school last year. My sister is hoping to get to do her nursing degree, she's a HCA at the moment, and tried to do a degree before but my nephew was a lot of work and she didn't have time to work, care for her kids (single mum) and do a degree. Tay is pretty settled in supported housing and with support workers - plus he lives in Aberystwyth so I see him most weeks, and my niece is a good kid and stays with her dad at the weekend.

We live just south of Aberystwyth, with our four and a half cats. I say half a cat because my old man cat Reb Brown has moved into the old people's home across the road an I just drop food off and clip his nails. He's living his best life right now. Of the others Wiggles an Stink never go very far away, they're both pretty useless. Merry is evil and only seen glaring at you from a box or the distance. Kitten is an actual cat and catches at least a rat a day. Yesterday she caught two rats in ten minutes.

I work for a domestic abuse charity as the admin & monitoring officer. I've been there for nearly five years, bar my 11 months off for what I can my 'cancer sabbatical'. It's a weird job, because I do a bit of everything, except support work if that makes sense. I am a big supporter of our work, especially that of the young people's team. I needed this sort of support when I was a kid/teenager and trying to deal with my dad (an alcoholic).

I have diabetes type 2, not well controlled, as I was diagnosed right before Tabby was diagnosed with cancer. I also have depression and anxiety - the severe life long kind and have done since I was a teenager. I'm working on continuing the work my mum did to break out of the trauma of her childhood and my own. I use a crutch on occasion due to a knee injury and some pain issues I am still working on getting support for.

I have always written. I write mostly fanfiction, non-fiction, fantasy and sci-fi. I used to write a lot of poetry, but not so much any more. I have a blog - Queer Little Family - but I don't write in much anymore. I don't write much of anything anymore. Partly due to the last few years doing a number of my mental health and my creativity.

I have an online shop - Queer Little Shop - that I started to take seriously in lock down and hope to grow more and more. I make mostly pride stuff, but branch out now and then. I draw it all, and make a great deal of it. I have a market stall at Aberystwyth Farmers Market once a month and do Pride Events around Wales. I am hoping to open a Queer Space in Aberystwyth.

I have over twenty tattoos - including the earth address from Stargate on my right calf and am working on covering my entire lower left leg.

Feel free to ask me anything.

Current Mood: tired

something I've been working on the past couple of weeks.

Current Mood: accomplished

Four weeks ago, Beany got sick. Three weeks ago we were trying pediatric laxatives from the GP. Two weeks ago we were back at the GP. One week ago we were in Cardiff getting a Hickman line so she can have chemo. Today she’s already had that first dose.

FOUR WEEKS AGO

It sounds like a long time, a whole month, but it feels like nothing. Like four days. We had been encouraging Beany to eat more solid foods, on the advice of the solicitor and when she started feeling unwell, it seemed like it was just constipation. We tried all the over the counter stuff, even when to A&E on the advice of 111 but, no, just constpation, give it time. We also thought it might due to her eating the spines of some board books. She’s been teething and chewing pretty much everything in sight. Her abdomen was pretty soild to touch and there was a lump.

THREE WEEKS AGO

There was still no movement. We spoke to the Gp who prescribed her some pediatric laxatives (Movical). It kinda worked. It was wasn’t great, but her stomach wasn’t as hard and she was in a better mood and the lump, the lump wasn’t as obvious when her stomach wasn’t full and hard. She’d need the Movical for a few months maybe, to resettle her bowels into a routine, so morning and night she had a dose and it kinda worked.

TWO WEEKS AGO

She woke up ill again, it was chucking it down, she’d had a rough weekend ’cause of the constipation, the lump was back and really obvious. After going home to change out of some wet clothes (mostly my wife and Snappy though) she started throwing up. My wife took her to the GP, the GP, thank eff, sent her straight to the hospital.

Beany had an ultrasound the next day and they found an abnormal lump on her liver. Just a lump. I didn’t even think about cancer, tumors, I was just like, okay a lump, what sort of lump could it be?

My hospital doesn’t really have the facilities to do the kind of tests on a little kid that she needed. It’s a great hospital, and not so much indicative of living in a rural area but more about being a 16-month-old and needing specialist tests and treatment – that would involve travel for anyone outside the major cities in the UK.

So she had to be sent to Cardiff, which meant waiting for a bed, then waiting for transport, then driving the 100 miles there and that was Wednesday.

By Friday my wife was telling me she had a tumour on her liver. That was bigger than her liver. Much bigger That was the lump, that was the cause of the constipation, that was what made her throw up. A tumor.

I put the phone down and nearly fainted. I had to call my sister to come and get my niece cause I couldn’t be faint, look after Snappy who had started throwing up (more from the stress than anything) and Poppy who was being so helpful anyway. She’s ten and either going to be an actress or work in healthcare like her mum.

ONE WEEK AGO

The diagnosis, whatever it was going to be (and it could only really be one of a handful of things) all meant she will need chemo and she had to have a picc line put in for the chemo and for other meds and blood tests. She had to go nil by mouth all Sunday night and most of Monday – 16 hours, which seemed cruel. I was in a hotel from Saturday to Monday, and spent all day in the hospital with them. In the end, she was bumped due to an emergency and had the line put in on Tuesday. She also had a biopsy on the tumor.

I was home by the time this happened but got to talk to the doctor over video with my wife to talk about diagnosis and treatment, and scribbling down all the long words and bits of information in a notebook so I wouldn’t forget it all.

Hepatoblastoma

Beany has a rare form of liver cancer that only the under 4s get. The average age of a kid with hepatoblastoma is one. Beany is 1 and four months old. We agreed to put her in a clinical trial but the randomly selected treatment is the treatment she would’ve received anyway. Chemo every two weeks for a bit, surgery, more chemo. Maybe a liver transplant as she has tumours in both lobes of her liver and it will make surgery a little difficult.

She had her first dose over the weekend. My in-laws drove me down on Saturday, my wife had lunch with Snappy and they took him back as we were told she can come home between chemo cycles.

The chemo involves the chemo, two days of fluids, anti-sickness meds for two days. She needs her nappy changing every 2 hours, and you have to change it while wearing gloves. The nurses and healthcare assistants were amazing and helped me changed the nappies overnight and let me sleep a bit.

And then

We’re just waiting. The consultant has said they want to keep her here for anything 24 hours, due to the fact that she’s on oramorph (morphine) for the pain and regularly needing it and she’s so small. Plus the oramorph gave her constipation again and we had a rough morning dealing with that.

Hopefully, she will be able to come home this week. I’m terrified of the prospect of having her home, but also hate it here. Hate being away from her or being away from Snappy.

We have a justgiving page for donations – we don’t drive and Tabby can’t use public transport while having chemo. The hospital is almost 100 miles away from home. Even the hospital she would need to visit for infections is an hour away.

I am very blessed to introduce to you Tabitha Valerie.

My wife gave birth on Saturday night. Her waters broke at 10pm, Tabitha came screaming into the world at 11:56 pm.

Phineas adores her but is hesitant to kiss her but then he only really likes to kiss me and my wife. And I've spent the past almost 4 years teaching him about consent. He also sleeps through her screaming for noms.

So I only managed 3683 words in January.

I was doing well, and I had really gotten a good 2.5k on a fanfic done with an end in sight when I ended up in the hospital.

You all know why but it you missed it, basically my gall bladder was necrotic.

I'm trying to get back into it all without overdoing it, I'm not back at work yet (this week or next week hopefully) but I'm determined to finish this fic and write some more on my queer lady of the lake so I can start a new Welsh myth to queer up.

I'd like to write three or four of these queer re-telling of Welsh myths and try to get them published by one the Welsh presses.

Dream big right?

How are your writing goals going?

Comment on this post with one word, and I will respond to your comment with a freshly written sentence (using or inspired by that word, could be either) which could be used in one of my WIPs.

Challenge #4

In your own space, set some goals for the coming year. They can be fannish or not, public or private. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

This year I pledged to write 150k words at [Bad username or unknown identity: getyourwordsout. ] I want to write more fanfiction and finish more stories this year. And a blog post a month on Queer Little Family.

I want to get some poetry published, or some things published.

I'm not sure what else I want to do this year, my wife is having a baby in June, so I don't want to plan too much because once the baby comes, all best are off until we figure out a routine with a new baby and a toddler.

Challenge #3

Pimp Your Favorite Communities, Fests or Challenges! Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

DW communities

getyourwordsout

weekendwritingmarathon

I "run"

dragonagefemslash

lgbtqiapluswriters

Pillowfort

Friendfort
LGBTQIA+ Writers

snowflake_challenge

Challenge #2

In your own space, talk about your fannish history. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

Here is a list of everything I've written fanfiction for:

Stargate SG-1,
Stargate Atlantis,
Sanctuary,
MCU
Rizzoli & Isles,
The Closer,
Castle,
The Mentalist,
House,
Bones,
Star Trek Voyager
Dragon Age
Doctor Who
She-Ra

I read fanfiction from whatever I'm binging at the moment. I still get urges to write Stargate fic and probably will when we do a rewatch.

I never quite could get my head around shipperwars (remember those heady days, are they still a thing?), mostly cause I will read and write anything. I prefer femslash, but pretty much anything with female characters is my bag. I have written a few m/m fics, including that time I wrote Jack/Pete (Stargate SG-1) to piss off some shippers and to prove I could. I don't read m/m. I'm not overly interested in men (except, Robert Downy Jr, Jeremy Renner and Cullen from the Dragon Age series) .

I like rare pairings, odd pairings, cause I like the challenge of making it work and believable.

Once I wrote some Kathy Reichs book!fic for my friend Mel. I met her through livejournal through a shared loved of Stargate. We wrote a series of AU fics together in the Stargate universe and I used to text her fic. She's been my best friend for years and is now my son's godmother. She just left after a visit actually.

I have vague memories of writing Star Wars fic when I was 15 but I think it was self insert fic as a depressed teenager.

Challenge #1

In your own space, introduce yourself! Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post or reblog into the snowflake challenge community if you feel comfortable doing so.

I'm Ren, a writer, poet and parent, not always in that order.

I write a queer parenting blog called Queer Little Family. I write fanfiction for several different fandoms. Last lost I wrote for Dragon Age but I've written Stargate, Voyager, She-Ra, Castle, Bones, Rizzoli & Isles, MCU and more). I'm a multi-shipper and mostly read and femslash. I will write anything though. I write poetry and queer fiction - mostly fantasy and sci-fi. I write mostly femslash and non-binary or trans characters.

I'm non-binary genderfluid. Mostly trans-masc at the moment. I'm also bisexual.

I'm from Wales, married with a three-year-old and my wife is 15 weeks pregnant with our second.

I have five cats. Five chickens. Some fish.

I have BPD, depression, SAD, social phobia and anxiety.

I don't really know what I'm doing with my writing or my life sometimes but I'm always trying to finish a novel and support my family.

Anna grabs Recky’s hand, spotting her friend as soon as she enters the storeroom between their two departments. She pulls her down behind the grey metal boxes as she walks past. Recky’s shoulder connects with one sharp corner and she hisses, goes to complain until Anna presses her finger to her lips, covering Recky’s mouth at the same time. Recky’s hands go wide, pulling away, only to smack her head on the edge of the box. She goes to swear, the sound muffled beyond recognition by Anna’s hand.

Dizzy, she manages to pry Anna’s fingers from her mouth and gives her a pointed look. Anna shakes her head and points over the box to the other side of the cargo bay. Recky shuffles around on her knees and peaks over the box.

Over by the walls, hidden in shadows, their two supervisors deep in conversation.

She wants to say something but even though they can’t hear what the two people are saying, it doesn’t mean Anna and Recky can’t be heard in return. Especially seeing as her own supervisor Alvis is Canaren and can hear much better than humans. She’s surprised they can’t hear them already given the noise Recky made hitting her head. She doesn’t want to spy, but she’s aware now that they’re here, tucked into the corner, they’re stuck until the two are done.

She can’t imagine what they’re talking about, not standing as close as they are, down in the bowels of the complex. The two are friends, certainly, but she’s not known either of them to really spend much time with each other. They’re in different departments, but then, perhaps like she and Recky, they knew each other before they joined the complex.

She isn’t sure, Canarens aren’t really sharers.

Recky is grinning though, seeing something in their conversation she is missing. She’s desperate to ask her what she thinks, what she knows, but keeps her mouth shut.

Eventually, she sees for herself.

Recky’s supervisor is human, like them, a tall lithe man that Anna definitely does not have a crush on. Nor is Devon the reason she spends her tea break with Recky’s department rather than her own. Not at all. When he bends over, down to Alvis, she’s confused, until they shift slightly into the starlight coming through the viewport and she sees their faces clearly for the first time.

They’re kissing.

Recky is grinning, wild wide eyes and turns to Anna and winks.

Anna glances at her, opens her mouth to say something before, looking back at Devon and Alvis whose lips are moving slow, their hands following the lean lines of each other’s bodies. She shifts for a better look, hissing when she kneels on a screw.

Recky chuckles, rubbing the back of her head, then flops down on the floor suddenly. Anna looks back over at the two supervisors and sees them looking their way. She ducks down too, trying to squeeze herself further into the corner. The two of them wait, listening to the hum of the station as it maintains it’s orbit and finally, finally, the light footsteps approaching them.

Recky sucks in a breath, Anna closes her eyes.

A shadow passes by them, then another. The door opens with a swish and she dares to open her eyes for a moment. Recky is no longer grinning but when both Alvis and Devon leaves, she smiles again and Anna lets out a long huff of air the moment the door closes.

They look at one another, unsure what to say and Recky scrambles to her feet first, helping Anna out of the corner and cramped condition she’s in. She opens her mouth the say something but this time Recky puts a finger over her mouth and shakes her head. Anna nods, there’s a reason the two met this deep in the complex after all she supposes.

After a few beats, they link arms and head out the door themselves.

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Contest on writing.com: write a story under 700 words with no dialogue. Prompts was secrets.

I got the idea to turn my coffee table into a carpark play table for Phineas. It was a lot more complicated than I thought, took all Sunday, I have heat rash from being in the sun all day but it was worth it. He loves it already. We're planning to put some more detail in over the next few weekends, like a park and some buildings but the bulk of the work is done.

Something that has always really bugged me is that Phineas doesn't have a baby book. I never wanted a standard one - though I probably should've just sucked it up and got one. You can get inclusive ones for same-sex parents - but I wanted to do it my way, with more photos and pages I can put poetry I've written for him.

I started one - two actually - but the cover never quite worked out and they both look awful now. I'm not sure why I've not had this problem before but for some reason both the drawings on the cover directly and the paper version I attached to the cover both got washed out. I protected them but it just didn't work and now they look awful.

And with everything that's gone on over the past year, it wasn't a priority or something that really motivated me. It just bugged me.

But now things have calmed down, and I've been paid, I'm going to try again.

I've got a smaller scrapbook 8x8 instead of the A4, and got out the all the bits I was using for the old one - plus the first attempts. I have some washi tape though I've never used it before - it was free though - and some rainbow gradient craft paper and I'm going for it.

Right now, I got all the bits out.

Here goes nothing.

Nicked off

shipperslist who nicked it off DW. Original over at BlanketBoxBox.

Rules: Go to your AO3 works page, expand all the filters, and answer the following questions!

What’re your first and second most common work ratings?

Explicit (135)

General Audiences (113)

What’s your most common archive warning? Least common?

No Archive Warnings Apply (367)

Character Death (1)

Do you consider yourself an adventurous writer?

Not really. I stick to what I know when it comes to fanfiction lol. Porn and fluff.

How many stories have you made in each pairing category?

F/M (215)
F/F (132)
Gen (35)
Multi (14)
M/M (7)
Other (1)

I wasn't sure what the Other was and it's my Sam Carter/Thor fic.

What are your top 4 fandoms by numbers?

Stargate SG-1 (131)
Dragon Age (Video Games) (54)
Stargate Atlantis (50)
House M.D. (37)

Are you still active in any of them, and do you tend to migrate a lot?

Still writing a lot of Dragon Age fic. I get the urge to write Stargate fic from time to time. I'm surprised I wrote that much House fic tbh.

What are your top 4 relationship tags?

Samantha "Sam" Carter/Jack O'Neill (45)
Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (20)
Rodney McKay/Elizabeth Weir (12)
Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler (11)

Does this match how you feel about the characters, or are you puzzled?

I'm surprised other pairings aren't higher, like from Dragon Age, but I am a multi-shipper and I will write anything. I'm not surprised about the Sam/Jack. First ship.

What are your top 2 most used additional tags, and your bottom 2?

Romance (153)
Angst (135)
Alternative Universe (12)
Masterbation (6)

What would happen if you combined all 4 of these into a fic?

I could do that. Something in SG-1 maybe. Or Trek. Voyager fic. There is definitely a fic with three of those four.

How many WIPs do you have currently running on AO3? Any you don’t plan on finishing?

I only have one WIP on A03 - A Leliana/F!Amell AU that I've never finished. I want to rewrite it completely.

When the walls fell

I still loved you

stepping on broken glass

around the bricks and mortar

crunch and crack of feet

as I head towards you

push past crowds

the screams that scared me

into finding you

but do not deter.

There are reasons

to run or

to stop and stare

at the carnage we reeked upon ourselves

but I only had

to be worth something to you

even as the city tumbled

and we lost everything.

I still loved you.

That's all there was.

r.l.w

So, hello human who will right me femslash.

I really like smut but I will read anything you write me. I love Josephine. I love rare pairings. I love all femslash. I like humour, romance, drama, angst if there is a happy ending, aus... It's actually easier to tell you what not to write.

No heavy BDSM. I don't mind some light BDSM.
No self harm. Or suicide.
No watersports or scat.
No high school AUs.
No non-con. No mentions of non-con. No dub-con.

For the Inquisitors/Wardens/Hawkes:

I'm happy with most versions and names (though nothing overly weird) but I do have things I prefer.

Josephine/F!Trevelyan - I like warrior Trevelyan who wields a greatsword.

No mage Adaars.

Purple Hawke.

Any wardens.

Mencap Ceredigion (a learning disability charity) ran a con in the arts centre in Aberystwyth on Saturday with a relaxed screening of Kiki's Delivery Service. So we decided to take Phineas for his first cinema trip.

The con was fun, they had some booths and I bought us all a pin. Phineas chose his own, it says I am enough. He also chose a black and green di. He was a little scared because there were more people there than he's used to but after a little while he was okay and wanted to go and find the person who had come as their fursona.

The screening of KiKi's Delivery Service was really good, we also got to see a Welsh made short called Cumulus which was really good. Both organisers of the con spoke a little, the creative director was convinced no one would come - she was dressed as KiKi.

Phineas was so well behaved. We got end seats in case he needed a break but he just sat and watched the whole thing. He wasn't heavy enough to keep his seat down so he sat on either of our laps, ate his snacks and watched the film. He chatted a little, pointed out cars and played with his car too.

He's only 2 years and 8 months, I think most people wait a little longer I think but it seemed like a good opportunity. He really enjoyed the film too, he likes Ponyo a lot, and Spirited Away. When he came home he started walking around with a broom pole we have in the house.

It was a really good day and now the sun is shining.

My aunt found some more pictures of my grandparents. These are my paternal grandparents. My nan drank a bottle of sherry a day. My gramps, my gramps was amazing. I still miss him, he died about 9 years ago and I think about him a lot.

Everyone called him Bill, even my nan. His name was not Bill. It was a Welsh thing, lots of the older generation around here go by middle or surnames.

We were close, he was my hero and defender. We were both insomniacs and would sit up at night drinking tea and talking. Sometimes he would do a crossword while I wrote. He told me about his parents, living in London between the Wars, his job. He was born outside Newport Wales, but lived his adult life in London then Coventry. he was a Royal Marine's Engineer but he never talked about the war. I know he was stationed in Orkney for a while but not much else.

He was a good man, kind and generous. He would play the Irish Lottery and give me and my sister some of the winnings. Sometimes he would tell us to come upstairs and get a sweet as a pretext to give us a fiver without my dad or nanna knowing.

He loved my mum a lot, and her sisters and talked to them long after my parents split up. He was more civil to my stepdad than my dad ever was.

He had no feeling in his right hand after an accident cleaning the glass doors in the house. He shook a lot and when he died they thought he might have had undiagnosed Parkinsons all this time. He couldn't do little things like tie his shoelaces and I was always sad because in term time my sister and I weren't there to do that for him. I would rub Deep Heat into his back for him even though I am badly allergic to it.

He had dementia for the last decade of his life, and lived in a home because my nanna and dad couldn't look after him. My nan was diabetic at this point and losing the feeling in her feet and my dad is an alcoholic epileptic with Parkinson's. They couldn't look after him but to my dad's credit, he did go and visit once a week at least.

The last time I saw him, he recognised me and my sister but only intermittently. It was heartbreaking. I cried for the rest of the day. I still cry thinking about it.

My nan went to visit him once. He had been there for nine years and asked my dad one day to take her. A week later she slipped into a diabetic coma, had two strokes and passed away. It was a Friday. My gramps died six months later, also on a Friday.

I wish he could've seen the person I've become. The things I've done. Wish he could meet my wife, they're very similar in ways, hard workers, same interests, kind and generous. He would've loved her. And I wish he could've met my kid.

He was a good man and I miss him, terribly, still. And always will.

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