#Fic Writing

[deadshowsagency]

Normal life of fanfic writers:

[runsonmatcha]

just saw someone’s bookmark of my fic say “great author” and my whole year has been made. Please I beg you interact with the fics you read! Kudos, comments and etc.

[venusbyline]

Spreading some love in the HotD fandom. Share your favorite fic that you've written recently, and your favorite that you've read? Or tag a fellow writer you'd love to show some love to ♡

omg tysm for show me this HOTD fandom's trend <3 <3 <3

my fav fics that I wrote recently:

⚠️: some of these fics contain dark content/dead dove: do not eat content and tw for rape/non-con or dubcon

Butterfly — Helaena Targaryen x brothel worker!reader x Aegon II Targaryen

— summary: You are Aegon's favorite prostitute and finally meet his wife during one of your special visits to the Red Keep.

Fates — Dark!Jacaerys Velaryon x wife!reader

— summary: Jacaerys Velaryon had become the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and you had become his Queen Consort. Grief, sacrifice and pain carried the weight of crowns. The daily tragedies would happen forever until one of you died. This was the true destiny of the Greens and Blacks. There were never victors after the war. The eternal unhappiness was the only conquest.

Sickly — Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter-in-law!reader

— summary: Motherhood was sickly, sickly enough for a grieving mother to mourn her son's death while kissing her widowed daughter-in-law's lips.

Sleep — Dark!Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— summary: Jacaerys was determined to make you his wife, forcing his mother to marry him to you, even against her will. Or against your will too.

my fav fics that I read recently:

@annwrites — Give Me Your Wrists (Dark!Jacaerys Velaryon x female reader)

@aphroditelovesu — Yandere Aegon II/Aemond Targaryen Headcanons (Aegon II Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen x gn!reader)

@entitled-fangirl — Never Happier (Gwayne Hightower x wife!reader)

@idkyetxoxo — A Night on Silk Street (Aegon Targaryen x brothel worker!reader)

@jacesvelaryons — Saving Face (Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!reader)

@princessbellecerise — Baby Blues (Cregan Stark x wife!reader)

@princessvelaryon — Just a Taste (Vampire!Jacaerys Velaryon x female reader)

@sylasthegrim — The Two Faces of the Moon (Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader)

[galactic-knightmare]

This is what writing Abstracted Identity feels like right now

"Kay buddy I'm just gonna start working on the chapter an- wait wait Caine what are you doing NO PUT THAT DOWN CAINE NO CAINE BABY STOP-"

Yes I know I'm the one writing it and making the situations BUT I SWEAR HE HAS A MIND OF HIS OWN.

I think "oh nah the big angst will be later" and then Caine hears this and smashes his face in with a steel chair and its like "WELL FUCK I GUESS THE BIG ANGST IS NOW THEN"

[masoena]

I feel oddly called out vy this. 😬😄

🦉

My partner critiques my fics in memes, I felt this on a very personal level.

[lenaboskow]

sent this to addie out of context knowing she might kill me when she learns what it is 🥰

[dilfmobius]

⛅ for the ask game!

🌤️ Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

this is from the nipple piercings fic, and i think about this specific dialogue a lot. the entire scene itself is a bit lengthy, and it's mostly dialogue, but sometimes i'll read it over just for fun lol

He walks right up to B-15’s desk and — without so much as a “hello” — says, “Did you know Mobius has nipple piercings?” “What?” Sylvie shrieks, flailing to stand up. B-15’s eyes widen, her brows shooting up in surprise. “Uh, no, and that is information I could have gone the rest of eternity without knowing.”  “Mobius has nipple piercings? Wait, you’ve seen his nipples? Loki,” Sylvie gasps, “Have you seen him naked?” “What? No — shut up!” Loki groans. He wanders over to the loveseat and plops his long body down onto it. “We came back from a mission, he was soaking wet, and I could see… everything.” “Wow, I hate this conversation,” B-15 sighs. “Let me guess,” Sylvie says, “now you can’t stop thinking about it — Mobius’ nipples.” “Yep, I definitely hate this conversation.”

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[cosmicdahlias]

but would i really be doing my first logan fic justice if i didn’t include a LFG 😌✨

[silver-embersss]

ough. characters who experience something so huge that they separate their life into Before and After. huog. characters who feel so fundamentally changed by an event that they view their previous self as dead. owh. characters who lose their connection to their Before and don't understand how everyone else sees the same person when that person is 6 feet under and there is a stranger inhabiting their body. owugh.

[elodiah]

WIP Wednesday

Undertaking a new project for the next month (or however long it ends up taking me); I’ve decided to pair up my remaining Bad Things Happen Bingo prompts with half of the Hurtcember prompts, and I am going to attempt to post each fic on the correctly corresponding days throughout Dec.

I’ve already completed the first, which is awaiting editing and will be posted on Dec 2nd, but here’s a snippet from the second fill that I started tonight… nothing remotely thought-provoking or deep in this fic, just some good, clean, old-fashioned whumpage. ☺️

“Don’ think,” Loki breathed, trying (and likely failing) to sound calm and encouraging, “Jus’ do it.”

Kneeling down next to him, Mobius started reaching for the handle of the switchblade, but predictably hesitated.

“Are you sure?”

Loki almost whimpered in exasperation.

“Yes, Norns, yes. Pull it out, please Mobius.”

The desperation in his tone must’ve done the trick, because the next thing he knew, the pain skyrocketed in intensity merely from the tiniest shift in pressure as Mobius carefully gripped the hilt.

This time Loki was prepared, resolutely internalising his suffering, slamming his eyes closed as Mobius readied himself.

“On three,” he warned…

Then promptly yanked out the blade.

Tagging my wonderful usuals: @kcscribbler , @lokimobius , @in-my-loki-feels , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @mirilyawrites , @thosegayoldmen , @silentxsymphony , @impulsemuppet , @andthekitchensinkao3

[deadshowsagency]

CONGRATULATIONS TO ME FOR ESCAPING THE WRITER'S BLOCK!

[dioles-writes]

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Masterlist | Full fic | Characters: Felix (he/him), Paisley (she/they/he)

Credits to @jiphenn

Felix looked over, and for a second, time stopped.

Paisley.

They stood in front of a pile of monsters, their back turned to him, but it was definitely her. His hair wasn’t the purple that it had been the last time he had seen them, instead a gentle blue, but Felix would’ve recognized her anywhere.

“PAISLEY!” He screamed, loud enough that it could have been heard back at the Mansion. He shoved past Akali and Una, forgetting about January, about Rory, about the monsters that were swarming them. Forgetting about what they were fleeing from. Nothing else in the world mattered to him at that moment, all except that she was okay. That she was alive.

He tackled her in a hug from behind, grinning from ear to ear.

Paisley didn’t turn to face him. They stood there for a second before elbowing him harshly. “Get off of me.”

Felix’s smile started to fade. “Huh?”

“You have someplace to be. Hurry up and go.” They turned around to look at him for the first time in five months, but when they stared down at Felix, it wasn’t their familiar look of gentle kindness that he had come to expect. Instead, he stared at him like he was nothing but a bug. Nothing but an annoyance.

“Paisley?”

“Didn’t you hear me?” He started walking away.

This was all wrong. This was all wrong.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Paisley was supposed to hug him back; she was supposed to turn to him with a soft smile, eyes gentle and kind. And then Felix would apologize a million times over. He’d tell her everything, starting from all the way back in September, starting from his very day at school. And Paisley was going to cup his face, her hands rough against his cheeks, and give him this look that meant “it’s okay”.

And he would knew it would be. Because it was Paisley, and as long as he had her and Reagan then everything would end up fine.

Everything was going to be fine.

“Paisley, wait!” He grabbed his arm, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t be mad. I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry I lied, I promise I’ll explain everything as soon as we get out of here.”

“I told you to get off!” Paisley snarled. He punched Felix, sending him to the ground.

Felix looked up at her in shock. “Paisley please, I just wanna go home. Please don’t go.” His voice cracked.

“I’m no longer a part of your home, so don’t make it sound like I’m going there with you.” Her dark eyes swirled, the gray contrasting against the black. Her gaze made him feel so incredibly small. No one had ever looked at him like he was such a disappointment, like he was so… insignificant. But especially not Paisley. He was sure this had to be an imposter. This couldn’t actually be her standing in front of him, because Paisley would never say that. Paisley would never look at him like that.

It couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be her.

“You are! You are.” Felix shakily got to his feet again, looking at her desperately and reaching out with trembling hands. “I’m so sorry. I’ll fix things, I promise. I was just trying to protect you.”

They slapped him, their jewelry raking across his face. His mouth was filled with a metallic taste, which was oh so familiar, but never from Paisley. He reached up to touch his burning cheek, looking at them with wide eyes. “You’re nothing but a burden.” They spat. “You always have been and always will be.”

She punched him in the face again, just as hard, if not harder, than the first time. But the calmness in her voice stayed unwavering. “You’re always making sorry excuses and promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m sorry.” Tears slipped down Felix’s cheeks, hot and salty. His chin wouldn’t stop trembling. “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I can- I can control my powers now. Just let me fix things.” His voice didn’t sound right. It was whiny and shaking, as much as he tried to force it not to be. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in his throat, trying to look up at Paisley, trying to make her see that he was sorry. He was so, so, sorry.

They grabbed Felix by a clump of his hair, pulling him up to his feet again so that his face was only inches away from theirs. “There’s nothing to fix, we aren’t family anymore.” He said in a low voice, staring at him with a hollow gaze. His eyes burned with a pure hatred that shouldn’t have been there - not on Paisley - as she punched him to the ground again.

Felix choked out a broken sob. “Please, I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have left.”

She kicked Felix on the ground, the heel of her boot connecting with his stomach harshly, making him cough and gag. “I don’t know why your sister wasted her life for someone as pathetic as you.”

“I’m sorry, please, don’t go. I’m so, so sorry.” Felix stared at her pleadingly. She had been the only person he could think about for over two months. The one person that he had searched endlessly to see. He would’ve given anything to know that she was okay, to have her at his side again. He would have given anything. He couldn’t even recall the amount of times he’d asked Haven about her, just begging to hear about them. And now here they were, standing before him, alive.

And all they could do is stare at him like he was the last person they would ever want to see. Like he was the root of all their problems.

Like he wasn’t their son.

“I don’t know why I stuck around all those years. I wish I never signed those papers.” She said coldly. She gave him another well-placed kick, this time in the face, and his nose started to gush blood, his face stinging all over in pain.

“I love you.” Felix sobbed harder. “Please, forgive me. We can just go home. I just want to go home.”

“There’s no home for us to go to together.” Paisley kicked him more violently than before, no longer holding back. Little bursts of pain shot up his body for every time her foot came back down, but he couldn’t make himself move. He couldn’t make himself do anything other than stare at her, silently begging for her to please, understand. Begging for her to just take him home. Just take me home.

“There is, there is. Please don’t say that.” He begged. “Please.”

Paisley delivered one final kick, a million times rougher than the past ones, before squatting down and yanking Felix’s hair, forcing him to look in her eyes. “We’re no longer family. You’re nothing but a stranger to me.” They shoved his head into the ground, hard enough to make his ears ring. Felix sobbed harder, wretching and coughing as she forced him down.

Slowly, she stood back up, keeping their harsh gaze on Felix’s curled up and shaking body for a second longer. He could feel their eyes sweeping over him, filled with nothing but loathing and disgust. She turned her back to him, stepping over his sprawled out limbs, and began to walk away. She didn’t respond to his cries, to his begging, to his pleading apologies, simply leaving him to sob on the ground.

Alone.

ty @seastarblue for the tag ^^

[whatsnewalycat]

Made this for u 💝

[chodzacaparodia]

It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

[dilfmobius]

❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

ah okay here's something from a jotunn loki fic i started a while ago. set in s1, i took major advantage of that ambiguous gap between the first two episodes.

Slowly, careful not to spook him, Mobius places his hand right on Loki’s bicep. The touch is warm and gentle, and a whimper escapes the back of Loki’s throat, his eyes, wide and wet, peering up at the agent. Mobius begins to stroke his hand up and down Loki’s arm, trying to soothe him as best he can, offering a grounding squeeze every now and then. “Hey,” Mobius says as quietly as possible. “Let’s get you outta here, huh?” Loki shakes his head vehemently, red eyes wildly scanning his surroundings.  “They’ll see me — they’ll take me away, they’ll—” “No, I won’t let that happen,” Mobius cuts him off, gripping his arm. “There’s a service elevator nearby, it’s secluded, never gets any real use. I’ll take us through there — Loki.” Loki’s eyes snap to look Mobius in the face. “I got you.”  Loki’s eyes flicker between Mobius’, desperately trying to find the lie, the trick that will get him tossed in a cell to await his death.  “Where will you take me?” Loki asks. “Home, sweetheart,” Mobius says, plain and simple. Home is Mobius’ apartment that Loki was so graciously allowed to inhabit during his time at the TVA. Home is the lumpy sofa Loki and Mobius curl up on after hours in the archives or at Mobius’ desk, and the bed they share, talking long into the night about anything and everything, until one of them (Loki) inevitably lets sleep steal them away. Home is Mobius’ warm hand cupping his cheek— Loki gasps but doesn’t flinch away, instead he stills and squeezes his eyes shut, waiting to hear Mobius let out a painful scream. This is it, this is when everything falls apart. Mobius will get hurt, it’ll be Loki’s fault, and he’ll be pruned. Loki supposes it's what he deserves for being a monster, a horrid vile thing that causes pain and suffering everywhere they go.  But there is no scream. Instead… “There we go,” says Mobius, voice as soft as silk. “See? I’m okay. We’re okay.”

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