#BACK TO WRITINGGGGG

[minhmynchi]

im hoping to get the next chapter up by next week. i'd promise this week but i'm stuck drawing things for a friend's bday and its so difficult to do anything else bc i was given such a short time frame lol its fine tho i just wish my friend told me to do this for them earlier 😭 but i miss writing and i want to write i've been way too busy lately and it's been making me all antsy ughghh i wish i could write.

[soapsbaby]

MMPH I need more Soap x Ghost x reader‼️

i know i have disappeared into the void again but if anything can bring me back it's probably my need for Soap x Ghost x Reader lmao

[bgtop]

im gonna RRYRAHAYGHGHG

[headfullofpresley]

There will never be enough vamp!Elvis fics but boy are you sure trying to solve that problem😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨I love 70s vamp E, but younger vamp E is always such a special treat and your latest was DIVINE. Keep up the good work!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

AAAAH thank you so much, my love!!! vampire!elvis is always a good idea. 😏

i haven't been on here in a while (oops) and have been slacking on my writing, but vampy el is something i will always write about.

[spirithaus]

im really excited for the day i get to take a shit on jk rowlings grave. honestly if ur thinking about killing urself just imagine taking a shit on her grave and ull wanna live forever

[archangeldyke-all]

love love love your writinggggg!!! seriously!

if i could request something, i'd love a soft sevika helping a lonely and touch starved reader? maybe reader is her friend and her friend opens up and stuff goes down😏

i love youuuuuu!!!! this is sooo cute 😭

men and minors dni

"touch starved?" sevika asks. "what's that?"

you invited your best friend over for take out and gossip, and now, three hours into eating and drinking and catching up, your conversation's gotten deep.

you shrug. "like, y'know, not being touched enough. people are supposed to touch and hold and cuddle each other, like evolutionary-- it calms us down and keeps us healthy. but, if you're, like me... single, living alone, family's not all that touchy feely... i dunno. i just feel like a really nice hug could, like, fix everything in me."

it's quiet. you know sevika won't judge you, you've known her long enough to know better than to expect that. you anticipate maybe a tease, or an encouragement to accompany her to the bars she meets girls at to try and find you somebody too.

you don't expect the upset, almost sad look on her face.

"sev?" you ask.

"sorry. i was just trying to remember the last time i had a hug." she says, shaking her contemplative look away. your heart shatters and you pout at your best friend. she chuckles. "don't give me that look, you're just as pathetic as me!"

"it's not pathetic, it's way too common nowadays." you laugh, smacking sevika's shoulder.

but, when you bring your hand back to your side of the couch, sevika reaches out and grabs it, intertwining her fingers with yours.

you gulp, and your heartbeat skyrockets.

it's not just your touch-starved-ness that's got you flustered. you've been crushing on sevika since you've known her. it's why you've avoided touching your best friend so much in the first place-- your brain just short circuits when you touch her.

"why don't we just hug each other?" sevika whispers. you blink up from her hands to look her in the eye, shocked to see sevika looking just as unsteady as you feel.

you take a shaky breath and look down at your hands. you can't lie. sevika will see right through you.

"honestly? i think if i hugged you i'd never let go."

sevika chuckles. "is that so bad?" she asks. you huff.

"yes! sevika, i'm trying so hard not to make things weird between us and-- and a hug would make my feelings way too fucking loud to ignore."

it's silent. sevika's grip on your hand is like steel, you couldn't run away if you wanted to. you don't. her wide, vulnerable eyes have you pinned to the couch anyways.

"...i didn't know you felt like that about me."

"yeah, well..."

sevika launches forward and pins you to the mattress, laying flat on top of you. you squawk, squirming underneath her as you try to free yourself. she just goes boneless, waiting for you to finish fighting. "sevika!" you cry.

"i feel like that about you, too." she whispers. you give up your fight, melting into the couch beneath you. "if i had known, i'd've been all over you this whole fucking time."

"...oh." you giggle.

you can feel the curve of sevika's smile against your throat, and a shiver shoots down your spine. "were you serious about never letting go of me?" she asks.

"yes."

she kisses your cheek, and you shiver again. "good. i'm not lettin' go of you either."

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[azsazz]

How do you go about planning out your story structure? I'm trying to start writing a novel and I've got the first quarter or so figured out plot wise, but I'm struggling a bit trying to figure out the rest of it 😅😭

Heyyy!! No honestly it can really be a struggle.

So I would suggest making sure that your characters have goals. What you want them to accomplish by the end of the story besides falling in love (or whatever may happen)

If romance is your goal, it was a suggestion to read Romancing the Beat by Gwen Hayes. It's super short and essentially breaks down how to outline a romance novel. (if you join the mailing list in the link I posted she'll send you the pdf of the structure.

If you're going full fantasy, I'm not entirely sure, but I'm sure there might be similarities in outline structure or if your trying to go for romantasy, i think ^ will still work with that since it's technically a romance!

Once I have that, I kind of figure out how i want them to get from one "phase" to the next. i try to get two scenes in a chapter. sometimes it's definitely a struggle but just remind yourself that your characters have goals and what will help them reach those goals?

While I've been working on my novel, i have definitely gotten stumped or was not feeling what was happening story-wise, which is totally fine! you can definitely go back and rework the plot line and i'm sure down the line beta readers or arc readers will give you advice/comments/critiques about it as well.

i hope this helps, but if you have any other questions, feel free to ask!!

happy writinggggg, best of luck!! 💙💙

[nautilusgays]

Live reactions to Episode 2 of AMC's Nautilus

SPOILERS SPOILER SPOILERS SPOILERS

Oh the N rising out of the water is beautiful

Humility's massive skirt is pissing me off I'm having a viceral reaction to it - Oh yes it's getting ripped up - I think the fabric just looks like I would hate the texture

Ayyy it's going up

'Captain Crazy' lmao Ned Land would approve of that title.

Oh god that like cockney/sailor accent hurts

ANOTHER TWINK!? Oh god he's a brat 'algey boy' oh god no

Lmao they are literally giving Humility Aronnax-esq dialogue - except she's apparently lying?

'ah Mon dieu' just incase we forgot Benoir was French

'you are not going back to the underwater boat. Get back to the underwater boat' marvel called it wants it's dialogue back

Look I love a competent woman but ahhh her writinggggg

YES DOGGOOOOOOOOO

Nemo speach time - oh a threat instead of motivational - he's looking good in his rolled up sleeves and waistcoat tho.

Oh dreadnaught is back - more like Twinknahght there is three of them now!

Listen to the fucking captain you shareholder dickhead he actually knows how ships work (he's giving "and a (business) partnership was the only ship that he ever had seen" - a Gilbert and Sullivan lyric)

Oh! He knew Nemo??!

Oh god that comparison Humility babe - HUMILITY NO

'that will be none of your business' I love the way she did that slay

'its hope that brings people together'

Lmaoooo Lord Pitt is Humility's fiance??? Oh twink on twink violence.

Youngblood has some positive view of Nemo yas

Mate Pitt is weird af

HUMILITY! Her foot in mouth disease is real I kind of love it

Benoit sweetie! I love him. Also hope him and Humility have a cute father daughter-esq relationship.

I love submarines so much!

Oh this is adorable!

Him and Nemo are brainy besties I love it. "He has his reasons for being the way he is." Mate just give him some 2010s emo music and he'll be fine.

I love them messing with the kid so much omg it's so cute.

'hey concentrate' mate you put me in front of that window I will focus on nothing but the moving water and fish.

Aw Benoir is such a bleeding heart!

Nemo angst projected onto whales

Pfff dramatic waistcoat removal I love him.

Wait are those sperm whales??? (I don't think so but I can't tell lol - my bro is the marine biologist not me)

Wet cat Nemo fr fr - need a fic where Pierre sees him in a wet white shirt.

Damn Nemo savage!

"That was theft" why is that so funny to me

NOOO Humility baby imma hug you her sad puppy eyes

"they're made from whale bits" "the fish that made these are dead already" savage queen Imao

How tf did a mouse get on-board??

Horizon scanning is the favourite past time on the Nautilus.

"big boat with big big guns" that's how we should describe the dreadnaught from now on

Ugh competency is sexy - also I now realise why that the open waist coat and shirt combo is so sexy it's cause Nemo got that lesbian fit

UGH 'we better use our wits then' CUTE PATERNAL REASSURACE IS ALSO SEXY HES A GOOD DAD

Archie NO

Crawley mate don't fight the shareholder

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oh stowaway?

"then the next stage of our journey maybe a spiritual one" NEMO NOT HELPFUL SWEETIE

Benoit and Humility make me happy (it's probably the daddy issues)

"how deep were they tested?" "50 fathoms" YOUNGBLOODS EXPREASION OMG - I love the plots of shareholders not understanding how science and engineering work and the people that do having to deal with it - I hate it in real life tho: looking at you RBMK Reactors and The Challenger! - I hope Crowley gets his commupence for not listening to experts and the actual competent people get to save the day (to make up for it not happening in real life)

This is so stressful

I like having the viewing port on top of the saloon window

Oh no a Brit

[willalove75]

the way you CLAPPED back at that person >>>

honestly though.. where did they find the bloody audacity - and to do it anonymously too?!?

the audacity to say that a bisexual has no right to be in the community if they are/have been with men is actually absurd. are we going to start excluding every lesbian, bisexual etc who’s ever had a male relationship in the past now?!

like god fucking forbid a bisexual writes fan wIw fiction and has a husband?!? (i think it's epic your husband supports u btw) and idk where i’d be without your wlw writinggggg

in the most non respectful way possible i hope they get what's coming to them because that's the most conservative (capital c) shit i've read in a while. some people need to take the stick out their arse and feel the breeze up there just for a damn reality check

and in my honest opinion lady d would probs devour a woman who’s had previous male relationships just to prove that she's better

Hahahah thank you so much!!!💕💕

Right?! Like if you're gonna be so loud with such a horrible opinion, at least have the balls and not hide behind the anon button!

And that's what I'm saying!! Like if you're reallyyyy gonna go there the only members that they'll consider to be "valid" LGBTQ+ at the end of the day are the gold star gays and lesbians and that's wrong both morally and literally on so many different levels I can't even begin to count.

Who someone has been with, dates or marries should (and at the end of the day does, thankfully) have absolutely NO bearing on what fics they write!! Because that truthfully doesn't matter!! And thank you! It continues to amaze me that I was lucky enough to marry someone who is so incredibly supportive, especially because there are definitely guys who would feel threatened or something by their wives writing stuff like that. (They shouldn't, but it does happen) And I'm so grateful to have his support all the time💕

Hahah thank youuuu!!! It really means so much when people say how much they enjoy what I write. It definitely helps give me the confidence to keep going!

But me too!!! Honestly if they didn't mention the "lesbian/sapphic spaces" part I would almost be convinced that a straight dude wrote it to be a mega troll bc that's 100% the kind of energy it gives off. Conservative (with a capital C) is SO ACCURATE! (Also, I haven't heard the term "knocked up" be used that much since like, 2007 LOL)

NO BUT YOU'RE SO RIGHT LMAOOOO she would 100% be like "a man thing? Really? Let me show you what real pleasure is supposed to feel like" and fucking GO TO TOWN😂😂😂

[20doozers]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITINGGGGG

TYSM OMG

I might not post for a while cuz I’m going through a kinda messy divorce but I promise there will be more this week sometime

@tomssexdoll pls take me back baby I’m so sorry

[royalwilmon]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

ohhhhhh this is fun, thank you for tagging me @itsmadreia !!!!!!!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

15

What's your total Ao3 word count?

190,260...... omg... the way im gonna crack 200k when i post tomt5.... omg.....

What fandoms do you write for?

just young royals! :)

Top five fics by kudos:

call me up late (4,886) (wtf) always on the tip of my tongue (806) say it's okay (645) stardust in the eyes (546) i am going to hell in a surrey (with the fringe on top) (544)

Do you respond to comments?

i try to!! i'm a lot better at it immediately after i post something. if i'm in a slump, for some reason i find it trickier

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

angsty ending?? me??!! i guess i'll say make 'em roar since it's technically abandoned? and in the outline when i talk about the epilogue i do talk about how their circus folded after only a few years. but they were still happy so it wasn't angsty! but that's the closest i got

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i meaaaaan. cmul had a pretty happy ending imo

Do you get hate on fics?

nothing directed to me! i did make the mistake of searching for myself on twitter a few years ago and did find some there.... but that was my own fault for looking for it

Do you write smut?

yes :)))))

Craziest crossover:

I've never published any BUT i did attempt to write a walking dead/in the flesh crossover EONS ago

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I mean, not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! CMUL has a Russian translation!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!!! Back in the glee days I wrote a klaine fic with a friend of mine!!

All time favourite ship?

wilmon ofc

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

make 'em roar :'((((( genuinely SO sad i won't finish it, it's just... SO much research and i don't have the energy i simply don't

What are your writing strengths?

humor? is that weird to say? i like when characters can just be goofy with each other and i have a fun time writing that and i thiiiink it translates sometimes

What are your writing weaknesses?

fuckin ANYTHING that's not dialogue. its so hardddd and i haaaaate writinggggg

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i don't think i really have thoughts? theres a lot of it in this fandom so im just so used to it at this point!!

First fandom you wrote in?

glee

Favourite fic you've written?

i feel like i should say cmul (its definitely the fic i've written thats been the most impactful for me personally) but i think my favorite has gotta be tip of my tongue. just bc of the amount of time and energy and thought i've put into this universe... it's so fully realized in my noggin which just makes it so REAL to me. i'm so so sooo attached to it, idk. idkkkkk. i just love it

No pressure tags:

@goldenwilmon @malinthebodyguard

[firelord-frowny]

YIKES lmaooo accidentally made myself cryyyyy re-reading this bit of fanfiction i have no recollection of writinggggg omfg.

tbh i feel like this is worth the read even if you dont give a fraction of a flying fuck about fanfic or about assassins creed lmao bc like. its a very expressive and eloquent exploration of how hard it is to see yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you when you fucking hate yourself 🙃

“My body, it… it’s so weak. And soft. I’m not strong enough to fight anyone. I’m not fast enough to run away.” 

“Your mind is just as effective a self-defense tool as any sword or shield.” 

“Is it, though?” 

“You’re here. You’ve survived things that many people wouldn’t have.” 

“That is true. But what I’ve had to give up? The things I’ve had to let happen to me? A man invites himself unto my body. And I don’t want him there. But I can’t stop him. At the end of it, I’m uninjured. But not because I fought him off. I’m uninjured because I negotiated. Because I figured out what he wanted most out of me. And I handed it over. So he wouldn’t have to hurt me in order to steal it. I get robbed all the time. But I don’t lose my most prized items because I’ve learned how to hide them. Or disguise them. Or convince my assailants that my less expensive belongings are worth more than they really are. I never win anything, Alexios. I’m never saved by my intellect. And you should know what I’m talking about, because you are exactly the kind of person who relishes in finding a mark like me. One who is so painfully aware of their own shortcomings that they don’t even try to put up a fight. I survive. I don’t triumph. And if my body were strong, then maybe I could triumph. Someday. In some way.” 

“Not everyone can be… strong, or fast. And not everyone can be brilliant. I think if I had a mind like yours, then… I would probably have become someone I could be a lot more proud of than I am. You think having to use wit instead of force to protect yourself is a weakness, but what I wouldn’t give to know how to end a conflict without resorting to extreme violence. I’m not saying that it doesn’t make sense for you to feel how you do. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that kind of helplessness. I’m just saying that the way you are… the body that you have… there is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful. And worthy, and powerful in your own right. You, exactly the way you are, have a valuable place in the world. Especially my world. I need you. The version of you that sits before me right now. That’s what I need.” 

“I don’t understand. I can’t do anything for you.” 

He looked at me for a long time. The calculating look. The one he gets when he’s examining a rockface he’s never climbed before. Looking for footholds and handholds. Scoping out the most efficient rout. Or, perhaps, the look he gets when he’s gauging just how fast he needs to run to clear the jump from one plateau to another. Estimating how much strength he’ll need to conserve to reach the top of a mountain. The only difference between Alexios and a mathematician is that Alexios never actually deals with numbers. But he calculates all the same. He solves equations in a glance that a polymath would need an abacus for. Perhaps he can’t tell you in numbers exactly how far away one handhold is from the next, but he’ll launch himself the precise distance, nonetheless. And it’s because of that look in his eyes that I know that the next words he said to me would be thoroughly considered and thoughtful. 

We’ve been this close, and closer, thousands of times by now. But this time felt brand new. Breathtaking. Absolutely ethereal. 

His hands slid to rest on my outer thighs, pressing gently so the contact between my inner thighs and his hips was solid. Then he held me by my waist, traveling again to the small of my back, then up higher, moving slow and reverent. 

Then he told me, “I wish I had your gift for words so I could tell you what this feels like for me.” 

I said, “Just close your eyes and speak.” 

I closed my eyes, too, and then after a moment, I heard him sigh. Then he speaks. Quiet, low, and slow.

“This… is the softest place I’ve ever been in my life. As long as I can remember, everything around me has been… sharp. Serrated. Hard. Rough. I’m smashing metal against metal. Bone against stone. I’m cutting, or being cut. I only touch people to hurt them. The most soothing thing I ever feel is someone else’s blood warming my skin. But now I’m here. Between your thighs. And the way your body ‘gives’ under my touch… you don’t even have to hold me to embrace me. You’re so. Soft. And all I have to do to be surrounded by you is touch you. All I have to do is touch you, and now everything jagged in me gets to know what it feels like to be smoothe. I’ve always been so angry about my life. Resentful. Suffering for no good reason. But now I come home to you, and lay beside you and all I can do is thank the Gods for everything I’ve ever been through that turned me into someone who can keep a soft, precious thing like you safe.”

Oh. 

One day, someday, maybe it will stop surprising me every time Alexios takes my breath away. Maybe I’ll stop being caught off guard every time he finds a new way to tell me he loves me. 

Then he said, “I wish you could appreciate the balance. Appreciate that maybe, in some way, people like you and me are made for each other. Who you are brings such wonderful meaning to who I am and what I’ve been through. I wish who I am could bring similar meaning to you. I wish you could love the things about yourself that are so precious to me.” 

I think I left my body in that moment. Sitting there in front of Alexios. In front of this man made of solid audacity and nerve, smelted and forged. I couldn’t remain in my body if I was to stand a chance at fathoming how the words he just said could be said about me by anyone at all, let alone him. 

I know I left my body because when I heard him finally say, “Why are you shaking?” I didn’t know why he’d ask such a thing. But I looked down at my hands, and yes, they were trembling. And I felt myself slam back into my corporeal form - heavy, and unsteady, like an earthquake. 

Indeed, I think I was shaking because my whole world had just been rattled. My entire self-concept, shifted like a fault line. That there should be any use for the utter desolation I’ve suffered through? That all the things I hate most about myself could bring any meaning at all to another person’s suffering? I was shaking with the exertion of struggling to hold my understanding together. But when I answered him, all I said was, “I’m sorry.” 

He held both of my hands.”You’re sorry? What for? What did I say that made you think you should be sorry?” 

The grief in my throat was so thick, I could barely speak. But I forced the words out: “I’m letting you down.” And right around this moment was when tears overwhelmed my eyelids. And I think I could hear Alexios’s heart shattering.

He gasped a little and then said, “What? By the Gods, no, no. That’s not it at all. Never.” He let go of my hands, but only to slide his arms the rest of the way around me. I felt his lips on my forehead, and then my ear against his chest. He held me just like he did that very first time. It took my breath away then, and it still takes my breath away now. “I don’t ever want you to believe anything other than that I’m so, so proud of you. Proud to be with you. Honored that you’ll even look at me. I didn’t say all those things in criticism. I said them to try to help you see how much you mean to me.” 

That only broke me even more. And racked me with even more guilt. I didn’t want to disappoint him more by apologizing again, so I didn’t. Not out loud, anyway. In my head, I was pleading. Praying. I’m sorry your love is wasted on me. 

Then he looked down at me and said, “...But you can’t, can you? You really… you honestly just can’t.” 

He pulled me in close again, gently swaying, rocking. And I heard him say, “I’m so, so sorry for what’s been taken from you.

[ess-presso]

🍓 love me

RAVEN. wife. love of my life.

first things first - I LOVE you.

like big time. you're just so sweet and amazing and splendid and marvellous and I'm running out of words off the top of my head , but you are quite literally one of the best fandom friends I have and I shudder to think what would have happened if I had never made that post about the proposal au. I love hearing your fabulous Northerner voice (sorry for saying it was American that one time) and for being my favourite lawyer (yes you beat Elle Woods <3) and whenever we text . and I see u typing I'm like a kid in a sweet shop fr. AND YOUR WRITINGGGGG. girl. u have me by the NECK with every single thing you post it's literally unreal how much I love it. (hello ? 'if forever exists it exists in the way I love you' ???? BITCH I'M SCARRRRRED) AND IT'S SO FUNNY TOO ?? (read - the car crash vs house fire convo).

anyways - love u to the moon and back and there again <3

[madwickedawesome]

ok so i will start with some stuff abt cass’ (my character) backstory, and then we will get to him meeting ysolda (future wife!!!). also mentions of death!!!! and pov of cass

I lived a peaceful life with my family.

Like, surprisingly peaceful, for the fact that we are all dragonborn.

I always thought that moving to a elven town was the best decision that we made.

The quaint elven town didn’t care that they had dragonborn in their midst.

What the elves saw in my family were people that were shunned from Redguard cities, just as they were.

So, they took us in.

My family’s life was peaceful at last.

No more escaping deep into the night, as we’re hunted for having the blood of a dragon.

No more kidnappings staged by court wizards so they could “learn more about dragonborn”.

A quiet life.

That was, until the Aldmeri Dominion marched in.

Stubborn elves who held onto the past like they would die if they let go. They crossed the sea just so they could „save the world from dragonborn“.

What a bunch of bullshit.

They killed off the elven farmers housing us. And burnt our home to the ground.

I was the only one to escape.

The last thing I remember before they were gone. My father telling me to run to town.

My siblings were dead.

My mother was fighting still.

And there I was.

Edge of the forest. Wrapped in my fathers cloak. Holding on to a scroll like my life depended on it.

The edge of the forest that led to town.

Being told to run and not look back.

And I did. I ran.

That was the last time I saw my parents alive.

Worst night of my life.

I did get to the town eventually.

The last thing I remember was crying to the bar maiden.

The last one awake at this time. As the smoke rose in the distance.

(end of this so far)

WAS THAT GOOD??? IDK IF IT IS-

I WAS JUST EDITING AS I READ IT MYSELF-

OMG. I LOVE THIS

THE DRAMAAAAAA THE WRITINGGGGG AAHHHHHHHH ITS SO GOOD

[screampied]

Saw the sneak peak off the next gojo fic and the only thing ı have to say is aaaaaaaa I cant wait and for the request thing I’ll request later I dont want to be greedy when we are about recieve the next popstar!gojo fic I already know that we are about eat good(again I cant wait) love you❤️❤️❤️🌙

THANKS LOVE BUG 😋🎀

i just got home ‘n ordered some food so im gonna get back to writinggggg. hope i dont fall asleep and forget 🙆‍♀️

if i don’t finish (pause) then uhhhhh im probably sleep again but TRUSTTTT 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ i think i just reached 1k words wooooo. writing fics makes me anxious i hope it turns out okey hehe

[softsweetsuffering]

Hai hai haiiii how are you and for the headache I suggest something to drink and Rest is Wise :D

And very very much appreciate the advice communication is indeed indeed very important but I forget this sometimes so its very very good to get reminders about this so THANKETH A LOT

And if you'd like to share any advice for writinggggg

-hai anon

I have been getting plenty of rest thank you anon!

Yes people do often forget the very simple answer! But its always good to be reminded not to be nervous or scared about it. :)

Ohh I don't really have much since I struggle to do it!

Personally I just wait for the right vibe, if I get hit with an Idea, its either write it then and there, or make a note to come back to it (which I don't always do sadly) I think its important not to pressure yourself into it, its a hobby, It'll happen when it wants to happen. (Unfortunately for me usually at 3am when I'm laying in bed but y'know I've written some really good poetry at those hours!)