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You all now can find me on Instagram! It’s a place where I’ll share upcoming works or behind the scenes if I feel confident enough since I still want to keep some kind of anonymity 😅

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RDR2 Idea

This idea came up when I was playing the epilogue of RDR2 and missing seeing Javier. This is just a draft of the idea, it might change if I do end up writing it out.

Basically: Reader is member of the Van der Linde gang (unsure what kind of role they take). They go on their way after the gang falls apart but is located by Javier later, he begs them to come with him. Their bounties are still high and law enforcement is still on the look out for the gang, they take up working at a ranch until everything settles down.

I might make it into a one-shot or series, maybe a mini-series, still not sure about the idea though. I would love to hear your guys opinions on this because I haven’t thought it out 😭

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Pleeeeeease consider writing more Gambit because lorrrrrrd, you did such an awesome job with him in 'Down to the Felt' I swear I could almost hear his accent. :')

I had a lot of help! I also found a post/website where it showed me Gambit’s lines from the comics and I watched some clips of him. The research was definitely worth it 🖤🖤

[intoxicated-chan]

YOUR GAMBIT FIC WAS SO GOOD!!! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY EYES.

I AM SO SORRY FOR SEEING THIS SO LATE!!

But thank you so much 🖤 I’m happy you enjoyed it!! 🖤🖤

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐭

Summary ➳ Gambit lends an ear and his comfort to you. 

(A/n) ➳ I feel like I spent too much time writing this because I wanted to get his accent right. But I thank all those who gave me advice, especially @a-roguish-gambit. I also started playing RDR2 so you guys can expect content for the game soon too!

Word Count ➳ 1.1k 

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, swearing, violence, blood, pet names (cher), mentions/fear of abandonment, light sexual content, cock blocking??  

It wasn’t your choice to be pushed into the Void after Wade and Logan. When you watched their bodies disappear, you too were taken to the Void without putting much of a fight. And from the moment you arrived, you knew you were over your head. 

From the moment you arrived, Wade and Logan’s bickering and banter was constant, and their fights weren’t often but deadly. You stood on the sidelines whenever they fought because you knew they could easily take you out. 

Especially now.  

What was supposed to be a ride to find the Resistance members became a bloodbath, the first sign of a fight starting was your cue to leave the car and wait for them to calm down. 

You sat against the tree, watching the two grown ass men throw kicks and punches that could kill a person with ease. Logan's claws pierce Wade’s body and how Wade’s katanas and knife slice through Logan’s outfit and skin.  

“Guys, seriously?” You muttered, this fight would’ve been much entertaining if she had food with her. You were tired of it, physically and emotionally, and you weren’t surprised when you fell asleep to the sound of them battling.  

But when you awoke, you were in a different place. Some kind of hideout.  

But with three others who you learned to be Blade, Elektra and Gambit. All of them talked about getting back into Cassandra’s lair, but Wade did most of the talking as Logan did all the drinking.  

“You?!” Wade suddenly shouting in some kind of encouragement, pointing directly at you.  

They all stared at you, waiting for a response but you had no idea what they were agreeing on, going back in her lair or getting a way out.  

“It’s the same thing, kid.” Logan interrupted your thinking, as if he read your thoughts. But it seems he was tired of the fighting and wanted to a seat to drink in peace.  

“Sure, I guess.” You said, mainly to get the stares off you. 

Everyone agreed that they would set off early in the morning, giving you the chance to look around the hideout. You peeked your heads in the room as you already felt like you were trespassing, so you promised yourself that this would be the last room before you ate something. 

“Bonjour, cher.” Gambit’s voice made you jump, quickly pulling your head out to turn and look at him. “Ain’t polite to be peekin’ in on folks, now is it?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” 

Gambit reached out to push the door open further. “Ain’t no harm done.” With a wave of his hand, he welcomed you in. “Don’t be shy, cher.” 

You walked in once you got his approval, he followed right behind you, closing the door with a click. The room was not what you expected, with mismatched furniture and some playing cards lying around, it spoke of him.  

It was Gambit’s space, and it felt like an extension of him. 

“So, how long you been stuck in dis here Void?” Gambit asked, sitting on his couch and patting the cushion beside him.  

But you shook your head, choosing to lean against the wall. “Not long. I got caught up in Wade’s mess.” 

Gambit raised an eyebrow, his expression changing to surprised. “You’ new to all dis chaos, eh? Coulda fooled me.” He grinned.  

You shrugged, trying to laugh. “More like I got dragged into it. Wade... He stopped getting in trouble for some time but this time, I wasn’t quick enough to dodge it.” 

“If dere’s somethin’ on your mind, cher, you can talk. Sometimes it’s easier t’spill your guts to a stranger.” Gambit noted. 

You looked at him, seeing sincerity in his eyes. For a moment, you hesitated, but you broke. “I’m worried. Scared.” You admitted, whispering. “That this plan won’t work. If it doesn’t, everyone in my universe... They’ll forget me. It’ll be like I never existed.” 

You didn’t mean to say much, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I’ve been abandoned once before, left to fend for myself. I worked so hard to make a name but now it’ll be for nothing. Everything I’ve done, everyone I’ve known... Gone. Just like that.” 

You felt embarrassed after you finished ranting. Your eyes widened as you raised your hands, stumbling over your words, a poor attempt at explaining yourself. “Shit! I-I know you said-” 

But before you could finish, Gambit was there in front of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you like a shield, protecting you from your worries.  

“It’s alrig’t cher. You’re alrig’t.” He whispered, his voice soothing as he held you close. “You ain’t gotta apologize for feelin’ like dis. Everyone gets scared, even Remy.”  

You felt yourself slowly relax in his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you a little. In that moment, you didn’t care about the fear that’s been eating you away.  

You hesitated at first, but then you wrapped your arms around him. You both stayed like that for a while, neither of you saying a word, just taking comfort in each other’s company. 

Eventually, Gambit pulled back slightly, just enough so he could look down at you. You met his faze, your breath hitching as you realized how close you were. 

And then, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. It was slow soft at first, a mere brush of lips, but it deepened as the seconds passed, both of you losing yourselves in the moment.  

You felt his fingers running through your hair as you reached to cup his face. You shut your eyes, your hands moving to his coat and attempt to take it off him.  

The door flew open with a loud slam. You jumped, darting away from Gambit. 

“Hey, what’s going on in here?!” Wade shouted as he strutted into Gambit’s room. His tone was annoyingly cheerful. “We don’t have the budget for intimacy coordinators! Johnny must’ve taken it all.” 

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms as you felt your face become warm. “Wade! I... Uh... Nothing, nothing’s going on.” 

You could tell by how the whites of his suit widened that he was smirking under that dammed mask. “Oh really? ‘Cause it looks like I interrupted something juicy!” 

“Jus’ havin’ a lil’ chat, mon ami. Nothin’ to get excited ‘bout.” Gambit fixed his coat, seemingly normal. 

Wade then shrugged, turning around. “Alright, but if I hear any smoochin’ sounds, I’m comin’ right back!” 

As soon as the door closed behind Wade, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your heat still racing from the near discovery. You glanced at Gambit, who was watching you with a smile, and couldn’t help but laugh. 

Gambit stepped closer to you, hooking his finger under your chin to have you look at him. “As we were, cher?”  

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[intoxicated-chan]

I’ve been gone for a while but after seeing the new Deadpool movie and seeing Gambit. I need that man 😩

But seriously, any tips anyone could give me for writing Gambit would be greatly appreciated. I will definitely be doing research as well 🖤

I’m gonna be writing for DP3 Gambit, cause I haven’t watched like any of the X-men shows or movies 😭

Also, JUDAS and Dreamers as well as my other works are slowly being worked on. Writer’s block and my job have seriously messed up with my schedule.

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Hello,,

My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.

My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.

Our beautiful memories.. :(

We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.

Baker used to play with his dog.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

With deepest gratitude,

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OMG YAY

i love the first part of angel of small death and the codeine scene i just want to know what happened next when he says he’ll look after them boromir has peak dad energy to me.

BUT ALSO i feel like it would be really cute to see him teach them how to use a sword and defend themselves

ANYWAY TAKE YOUR TIME LOVE YOUR WRITING

𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

Summary ➳ While wandering the castle, you stumble across the brothers practicing.  

(A/n) ➳ I had this sitting in my word docs for so long that I forgot! I am so sorry anon!! But I seriously might make this into a series, but I do want to see your guys request/questions, I love hearing them! I’ve also decided to add Faramir!!!

Word Count ➳ 630 

Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, Reader’s age is eight, Reader is referred to as (little one/child), light violence...  

Series’ Masterlist 

Thirteen Years Before LOTR: Fellowship of the Ring – Reader's age is eight, Boromir’s age is twenty-seven, Faramir’s age is twenty-three 

Life within the castle was completely different when you lived on the streets. You were surrounded by luxuries you dreamed of having, a soft bed, warm meals, and clean clothes. Every day was a new lesson in etiquette and behavior, yet the adjustments were challenging.  

You still craved to be out and onto the streets, rushing through the thin alleys, and having your heart pumping while being chased by others or guards. You were out of place. 

It was the afternoon when your wandering brought you to the training grounds. You jumped at the sound of swords clashing and grunts, you peered your head around the corner.  

Boromir and his younger brother, Faramir were sparring with their swords. But you could only focus on their banter and laughter, it was a different sight to whenever their father was around. They were happy and relaxed in his absence.  

You didn’t notice you had been spotted until Faramir called out. “Hello there. Come now, do not be shy.”  

You froze, trying to decide if you should flee or stay. Boromir looked in your direction, his smile widening as he sheathed his sword. “Come closer, child.” He waved you over. “You needn’t hide from us.” 

Though rather hesitant, you stepped forward. “What brings you here, child?” 

“I was... Walking.” You replied, your eyes dropping to the ground. 

Faramir approached you, kneeling to your level. “Have you ever held a sword before?” His hand comes under your chin, carefully lifting your head to meet his gaze.  

You shook your head, your head turned to the wall, eyes widened when you eyed the numerous swords hanging. “No, I have not.” You gaped.  

“Today’s a good day to begin.” Boromir handed you a wooden training sword, its edges dull, much safer to handle than a real sword.  

But the sword felt heavy in your hands, but a nod from Boromir gave you encouragement. He began teaching you the basics, his instructions were better than the teachers.  

And he was patient. He understood your shyness when being watched, he knew what it felt like to hold a sword for the first time. Like it was not made for you.  

And with his guidance, you began to learn. It was your footwork that was good, but it seemed that the sword kept slipping out of your hands.  

“Hold it like this.” He adjusted your grip. “Keep your stance firm, do not tremble under my eyes. Stand tall and proud, child.”  

Faramir sat nearby, his sword resting beside him. “You’re doing well.” He commented. “Better footwork than I have.”  

As the training went on, you were getting more confident and comfortable. You picked up on his tips. And Faramir’s occasional comments and laughter added to the lighthearted atmosphere.  

You even managed to catch Boromir off guard with a swift strike from your sword, drawing a laugh from both brothers.  

You continued until the sun began to set, you were getting exhausted. But you needed it after being cooped up in the castle. Boromir caught you when you tried to lunge at him.  

“Easy now.” He chuckled, taking the training sword from you. “I think that is enough.”  

You all sat on the grass together, and you felt a sense of peace. Your exhaustion caught up with you, drifting off to sleep in Boromir’s arms.  

Boromir looked down at your sleeping form, his hand caressing your hair. “They’re a remarkable child.” He uttered. 

“They’ve filled the castle with warmth, and I have never seen you smile so much.” Faramir replied. “They’re lucky to have you.”  

“No.” Boromir corrected softly. “We are lucky to have them.”  

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. 

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while we're all online and memeing the failed assassination of a usamerican fascist please take a second to [donate to save a family in Gaza] and do your [daily click for Palestine]

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𝐓𝐰𝐨 ✠ ❝𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ Started playing the older games of Assassin’s Creed and when I tell you it’s so cuz I’m so used to Rogue/Black Flag controls. But you can expect some works for AC2 and Black Flag, maybe AC1 as well.

Word Count ➳ 1.6k

Content Warnings ➳ descriptions of violence, mentions of death, Chevalier being as asshole, talk about marriage/children...

Dreamers Masterlist

Liam held your arms firmly, his grip bruising. He pushed you into one of the rooms of the manor, the door slamming behind him with a loud thud, it was clear how frustrated and angry he was.  

You nearly hit the ground if it wasn’t for the desk you collided into, knocking over books and papers off the desk. You winced from the impact and were surprised by Liam’s action. You looked back at him, fearful.  

“Why did he do it?” You questioned, trembling under the eyes of your own brother. You dared not look at your arms and see the marks he left. But as scared you were, you were confused, you had no idea what went on.  

“Is it true what they say? That Shay stole the manuscript?” 

Liam paced back and forth, his hands clenched together. “You don’t understand. Shay betrayed us, betrayed the Brotherhood. There is no good reason for what he’s done.”  

“Yet you and I know him, Liam!” You insisted. “He would not do this without cause. Tell me, what happened in Lisbon?!”  

Liam froze as his head snapped in your direction. “You’re acting like a child.” He scoffed at you. “This is not a game! His choices put all of us in danger!”  

You flinched at his loud voice. “Then stop treating me like one! I can take care of myself!”  

“Can you?” He argued. “Chevalier could’ve shot you instead? Do you understand that? You could be dead because of Shay!”  

Yet you ignored his words and thought differently. “Shay had a reason.” You once again repeated. “And I intend to find out what it was, with or without you.” 

Liam pressed his lips together for a moment, his hands ran over his face as he was struggling to calm himself. “You will not.” He finally spoke. “You will stay here, on Davenport, and you will leave with me if I must.” He declared.  

“I will be keeping an eye on you.”  

You snorted, waving him off with a flick of your arm. But he remained stern, his gaze unwavering as he stared. Your smile slowly dropped when you realized that he was being genuine.  

“You cannot be serious!”  

“Would you like Chevalier to do the same?! I'm sure he would love ordering you around like a dog!”  

You stepped closer to him, getting in his face. “I am part of this Brotherhood just like you! I have fought by your side! I have fought for you all like the rest! Yet you treat me like- like-!”  

Liam grabbed your shoulder, and you froze in response. “Achilles will have you killed if you say another word.” As furious as he sounded, you could hear a crack in his voice. “I promised father that I would protect you, and I intend on to. Do you understand me?”  

Liam was right. Achilles would kill you if he caught of whiff of betrayal and Liam’s face solidified your answer. You knew that he tried to keep his anger from you, not wanting scare you away, and kept a kind face around you, yet he was honest this time. 

His eyes stared into yours, he watched as tears fell as you maintain a strong face. Or tried to. He saw right through your facade. He knew you were hurting, after all, Shay was your friend too. 

He engulfed you in his tight embrace, allowing you to cry in his arms. But he left you there. Alone.  

You cried in the room, collapsed to the ground. This time, you cried into your hands, truly believing the Shay was gone. Hope came moments later, trying to soothe your sobs by rubbing your back and whispering in your ears.  

Liam ignored the stares coming from everyone. He refused to speak to anyone, more like nobody dared to speak to him when they saw his face. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were narrowed.  

If Shay never fell down that cliff, he would’ve strangled him with his own hands for putting his sister in danger.

 

DAVENPORT HOMESTEAD, 1755 

Either you were brilliant or just blatantly lucky. The year without Shay was painfully long, yet all those days and nights spent in a room were trying to find anything that screamed Shay. But all of them were dead ends, you were starting to believe that it was all lost cause. 

Risking your position and your life... Was it all for nothing? Questioning your loyalty to the Brotherhood, was it all for nothing?  

You tossed your bag over your shoulder, carrying all the papers, scrolls, and maps of your search. You didn’t dare leave any of it behind in case someone came across it and reported it back to Achilles or Liam.  

You had gained permission from Liam to go on a mission without him. Your heart pounded quickly as you boarded Chevalier’s ship.  

It was bustling with activity from the crew, cleaning the deck of the ship, repairing damage, working on cannons or its mortars. You felt out of place, you clutched the strap of your bag tightly and stepped towards Chevalier carefully.  

He eyed you, arms crossed as his lips curled into a sneer. You opened your mouth to greet him, but he raised his hand, cutting you off. “If you try anything girl, you shall end like the cabbage farmer.” Chevalier advised.  

You nodded in agreement. “I will be out of your way.” You replied. “Captain.”  

He scoffed at you, heading towards the wheel of the ship. “Seems like you can listen.”  

You kept silent, knowing that any sign of disobedience would jeopardize your task. When he started barking his orders, you rushed below deck, pushing past the crew going up or down the steps.  

The ship sailed smoothly for hours, from word from the crew, it was a secure path that they often took to avoid the Royal Navy.

It was dark when the ship docked at a small settlement, and the crew, including Chevalier, went towards the tavern.  

Though a couple of members stayed on the ship, it was easy to slip past them and enter the captain’s cabin. The room was illuminated by candles, and many of them surrounded a large table.  

It was easy to tell that these were his maps, you flipped through the stacks, unrolling the scrolls until you found one that stuck out the most. You wanted to cheer with joy but instead you took out your own parchment and used Chevalier’s quill and ink to copy the actives of the Royal Navy.  

The minutes flew by, yet they felt like an eternity. You felt like you were sweating, your dominant hand nearly shaking from the panic. You had to get every detail correct, you could not afford to mess up.  

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the deck outside. You gasped, dropping the quill and rolling up the maps, and carefully hiding them in your bag.  

Just as you were about to slip out the same way you came in, you heard voices approaching the cabin... Chevalier.  

You rushed away from the door, your eyes scanning the room for an escape route. You spotted a small window and hurriedly climbed through.  

You climbed the side of the ship, trying to remain calm as you heard the drunken shouts of the crew, the obnoxious singing and chatter did nothing but stress you out more.  

But you took your chance, landing on the deck of the ship. But no one had said a thing, they were drunk out of their minds or focused on the drunks. You were invisible to them.  

1757 

As rather small Davenport seemed to be, it was always active. You sat on a bench, watching the community go about their daily tasks. You watched as people cut down trees, prepared food, and parents playing with their children.  

“(Y/n).” He began from behind you, resting his arms against the bench. “What’s on your mind?” 

“Have you ever wished for kids?” You asked him, you didn’t look back at Liam. 

Liam looked in the direction you were looking. “If things had gone differently, there was a chance. A different life, perhaps.”  

You laughed. “You’ve told me time and time again that my life was supposed to be different. Apparently, you had it all worked out.” Now, you looked back at him and saw him grumble which made you laugh again. “And you’re still angry about that.”  

Liam sighed and took his place beside you. “I suppose I am. You were always stubborn. I don’t know why I thought you would just go along with what I had for you.”  

You leaned back and looked up at the sky, the cloud slowly passing by. “I’ve had this dream. A wonderful husband, a child or two. My husband works aboard for work, disappearing for months but always comes home.”  

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I in this dream of yours?” His tone was playful. 

“Yes. You’re married and have numerous of children.” You rolled your eyes, earning a jab from him.  

He laughed as well until it came to a halt. You hated how peaceful this moment was. And you hated having to tell your dream that was meant to have Shay in it to Liam. 

“I know you’d make a wonderful mother.” Liam started. “But I cannot see you watching your children grow.”  

“Excuse me?”  

“The life as an assassin is a life you cannot escape. We are bound to it. Whether you are a wife, a mother, or a sister, our duty comes first. And assassins... We don’t have the luxury of a future.”  

“It does not have to be that way.”  

“It’s the order of things, we cannot change it.”  

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CW ➳ female reader/no use of (Y/n), smoking use, oral (M), face fucking? praising, pet names (darlin’, baby), masturbation (F)...

His hands ran through your hair before tugging on them to pull you off his cock. He smirked at your face, flushed and teary eyed, mouth agape with saliva running down the sides of your mouth.

“Doin’ so well for me, darlin’.” He spoke with a cigarette in his mouth. He let you take him down your throat. He threw his head back and groaned.

“Yer somethin’ else.” He commented. You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around his length. Your hand slipped into your underwear, rubbing your clit vigorous.

Daryl chuckled, pushing you down further and having you gag on his cock. “Jus’ a couple more baby, then I’ll give ya want ya want.”

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[intoxicated-chan]

hihi! i know you write for shane walsh so was wondering if this has happened to you, and if so how you dealt with it?

this is speaking from something that happened on my blog, but i posted my first ever oneshot (daryl) and my ask box was spammed with anon jon bernthal slander whereas the two have fully no correlation.

i had reblogged a post on my side blog days ago that basically said jon was attractive (something i fully agree with) so i’m assuming that’s where the anon messages stemmed from, just it kinda put bad connotations to finally posting my writing in my head now

- kinda rambled on, so apologies, just wanting to know if it’s happened to you too

I think this is the first time that I’m hearing about this. I had never had an anon or anybody come into my inbox and start spamming. I don’t think I heard from other blogs that write for Shane that this happened before, but I am gonna ask around cause this sounds confusing and concerning.

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this might be a little random, so apologies, but how do you come up with titles for your writing? i just read payment in kind, so kinda basing my question from that.

im a writer myself, but cant seem to title my stuff without it feeling off or cliche

I’m always happy to answer any questions you all have for me! 🖤🖤

How I usually title my works are lyrics from songs or titles of songs. Payment-in-Kind (PIK) was a saying I remember hearing and I thought it was a good title to name one of my works.

I sometimes would even use my favorite lines from shows/movies because they always stuck with me, it's what inspired me to write the work titled however.

Go with the flow. Mush words together. You can use a sentence from the fic. A summary of a fic. An example would be -

“The Majesty is not Pleased.”

A queen x knight fic. The queen discovery enrages her and the knight receives word that the queen wishes to speak with him.

If you have any more questions, feel free to reach out. ☺️🖤