In no way comprehensive list of my fics, with a link to a spreadsheet ranking them in several ways

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1. The list is in a chronological order, going forward.
2. The list doesn't include discontinued fics but does include fics in process of re-writing.
3. The spreadsheet outlines some metrics that you can sort them by, including the mood of the fic and how much of my personal favourite it is.

( Onto the list... )

Snowflake Challenge Impostor log #2: Pets of Fandom

The second challenge encourages us to talk about pets. *rubs hands* oh boi oh gurl oh dem! I have exactly 0 pets to talk about that come to mind immediately.

That won't stop me from scouring my fanfics for any. Upon brief reflection, I only have OCs or transformations to give you, nothing directly from the source material.

I have a fic lined up where Bones babysits Spock and Jim's engagement sehlat and calls it a murderbear. I, for once, agree with Bones on this one even if I have written Spock correcting him three times during one conversation.

Another fic of mine, this time of BnHA nature, has a quirked-up cat who helps Team Midoriya win the Hero Class Civil Warfare-inspired challenge.

Another BnHA fic has Shinsou Hitoshi develop a secondary quirk in a stress response, and be able to turn into a cat, at first involuntarily, then at will. Somehow he wounds up staying with Midoriyas most of his time...

Notably, none of those fics made it past the planning stage, therefore you can read exactly 0 of them. I like this phrase, exactly 0, like yes gurl give us nothing kinda shit.

Also notably, I cannot give you their names because I do not remember them.

I am a horrible writer, I haven't even given my audience imaginary cats to imaginary pet /joke

Cat!Shinsou idea snippets I recovered from the document burried on my old drive

"You have a quirk," said Inko in his general direction. There was no one else in the house. Fuck.

Play dumb, play dumb! He started licking his paws, hopefully showing that he didn't even acknowledge she was speaking to him.

"You know I'm talking to you, Egg Plant. You have an intelligence quirk." Well damn, she was persistent.

He looked at her and meowed 'No.', not that she would know. It hopefully looked like a cat trying to deduct what the human wanted.

"I am taking you to a veterinarian in an hour to check just how intelligent you are." Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no no no.

Oh no no no no.

He let out a yelp and hurried under the couch, except he really should have stopped eating so much fish because he couldn't fit into the very narrow space oh come on.

"Come on Egg Plant, it won't hurt."

Now, Hitoshi could try to escape, in which he would probably succeed— But then what? He wouldn't be able to come back or Inko would drag him to that veterinarian.

The other option would be revealing his human form though…

It was a tough choice.

"Come on kitty, they'll only make some tests and check you over with a mental quirk…"

Never mind it was a really simple choice.

He stopped trying to wiggle himself under the couch and instead went behind it, willing his secondary quirk to work. The switch flipped with much more resistance than usual, probably because of his growing anxiety.

He let the tingle of transformation spread, keeping his eyes closed until he was done, and rose to his full height, looking Inko in the eyes.

"Um… Hi..?" The woman's jaw was slacked open. She closed her mouth and opened it again a few times as if to say something, but nothing came out. "I… can explain, I promise."

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"Izuku could you pick up some milk on your way back from training?" Inko asked innocently. Izuku, bless his heart, just nodded and took some yen bills from the jar, before bending down to tie his shoes—damn that ass was juicy—and going out.

Hitoshi listened intensively for a few minutes to make sure the boy was gone, before changing back into his human form and sprawling himself on one of the living room chairs.

Inko was already done with the tea, and poured a cup for both of them. He accepted with a quiet thanks and allowed his muscles to relax methodically, from the tips of his fingers to his toes group after group. It was getting easier and easier to change back and forth between the forms, probably because of how often he did it.

"Any homework?" Inko asked after a moment of peaceful, comfortable silence. He searched his mind for correct memories for a bit before answering.

"No, I think they gave up on us after the last test," he joked lightly. UA was one of the best schools in the country, even in the general education department, but it seemed that this year's students were just a bunch of dumbasses… him, of course, included.

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"Ughhhhhhh—" Hitoshi basically hissed at the air, groping his soft hair in an iron grip. "How can he be so intelligent yet so dumb!?"

Inko couldn't stop the giggles from spilling from her mouth, as she listened to the boy while trying to make some mochi. She could hear him pacing in the living room.

"Like—Inko stop laughing—he saw me with my hand half transformed and he ate up the story about very minor transformation quirk—" Who knew listening to a teenager parroting himself could be so entertaining? "Like fuck, even Kōda isn't that gullible! Inko. Inko stop laughing this is serious—"

The woman opened the fridge and threw him a small cup that he caught skillfully, sending her a questioning glare.

"You're irritated because you're hungry," she said, smiling not unkindly. "Eat your pudding and stop pouting."

The boy sat down heavily by the kitchen counter and fished out a spoon from the drawer, before tearing the lid out like it spat in his morning tuna and shoving a spoonful into his mouth.

"But I'm always hungry," he grumbled with another hiss.

"Well," Inko felt a grin creep on her face. "Explains your personality."

The offended gasp she received was worth her entire fridge being plundered that night.