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peach-and-bugs · 2 years ago

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teen nat with “You look exhausted, you know that?” ?? (maybe pre-crash)

❤️Blame Game - Natalie Scatorccio (1996 pre-crash) x fem!Reader❤️

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Summary: Natalie seeks refuge from the rain (and possibly comfort) after the death of her dad...

Warnings: canon themes: dead parents, spousal abuse, guns, general angst

Word Count: 2,539

A/N: Hello Lovelies! it's been a minute. I was so busy this past semester, but I'm now on summer break and I want to get back to work on my writing with requests for dialogue prompts with characters with Yellowjackets! here's my first dabble at writing for the fandom with pre-crash Natalie! I really hope you enjoy it, and as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading ❤️

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It had been raining for most of the afternoon by now, which you had found strange given the sun being so high when you'd left school. But the rain persisted into the night and you now found yourself sitting at your desk, scribbling away in your diary about your day and just general thought and feelings. You'd found that even when you had a mundane day, writing was still good. It helped keep up the habit for when you needed the outlet.

You started to run out of things to say and instead began to chew at the eraser of your pencil. One of your cassettes played quietly in your walkmen, but you could still hear the rain’s muffled tapping on the roof over the song. However, as you moved to start scribbling again, maybe adding doodles to your entry instead of more words, your attention was caught by a different tapping. It was sporadic and out of tune with the rain and it paused as though some other element controlled it.

Cautiously, you paused your song and listened. The tapping started again, clicking against the glass of your window. When there wa another pause you made your way over to it and opened it with caution. You paused again, licking your lips and biting your cheek. Why did this feel like the start of every slasher movie? Maybe youde watched those Halloween movies too many times.

“Hey, y/n! That you?” a familiar voice broke through the rain. Without any more hesitation, your head poked out of the open window, hands gripping the windowsill as the rain began to wet your hair.

“Nat?” you called in a whispery yell. “What the hell are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night?” thanks to your porch light you could see her fidgeting, hugging herself as she crumpled under the rain. She opened her mouth like she wanted to talk, but stopped herself.

“Can I come up?” she said instead. You hesitated again, head going back inside as you checked the time. It was nearly one in the morning by now. Your father would be furious if he found out, but it was Nat after all, it was pouring and you knew she had to have walked here. You huffed, your brows knit as you nodded, ducking your head back into the house ans shutting the window behind you before running downstairs as quietly as you could. You quietly unlocked your front door, pausing after it clicked open to listen for the sound of any unexpected movement. When nothing turned up you opened the door just as Natalie stepped onto your front porch.

“Be quiet and wipe your feet,” you insisted in a hushed voice, eyes already training on the staircase once more. You unconsciously took her hand tight and sprinted as quietly as you could up the stairs and ducked into your room, shutting it with the softest click you could mister. You shut your eyes, listening against the door for any sign you might have woken your parents, but once you felt it was all clear you relaxed with a sigh and turned back to look out on your room.

“You didn’t have to let me up if I was gonna get you in trouble,” Natalie mumbled. She’d begun to fidget where she stood, her thumb stroking over the strap of her soaked backpack. She didn’t move from where she stood and seemed to avoid making eye contact with you or anything in the room for that matter.

“It’s running outside and you’re soaked,” she shrugged, eyes turning down to her dripping shoes.

“I don't wanna put you out’s all,” your eyes transfixed on her in the quiet. She didn’t look at you for any of it but in the short time you stood awkwardly in front of you you could tell something was wrong. You knew Nat well. Well, maybe not this Natalie specifically, but you knew the Natalie from middle school who had sleepovers at your house nearly every Saturday and loved playing board games with your family and stopping for secret ice cream with you on the way home from school. That all had been some time ago, but you knew her, and even with all that she’d hanged that Natalie was still in her. You saw her right then.

“You doing ok? You seem off,” you inquired, slowly approaching her like she was a skittish dog. She looked up finally, slightly geared by the sudden proximity change, but she relaced as your reached for her fidgety hand. She let you take it, watching the tenderness in your motion. She hated being fragile.

“My dad’s gone,” she breathed, biting her lower lip. She’d been doing it for a while now. The skin of it was dry and chapped, red from repeated tearing away at the layering resulting in a swollen tenderness.

“I’m sorry. For good this time?” you weren't sure that was the right question to ask. Natalie’s dad always had a tendency to come and go, but given her demeanor either it was over or something else was going on. She sniffed heavily and let out a dry laugh as she jerked her eyes from you.

“Yeah, well seeing he put a bullet in his head I’d say it’s for good,” she pressed her lips together, sucking her teeth at the bitter sting, and exhaled hard through her nose. She swallowed hard before she shakily turned her eyes back to you. She tisked at the expression on your face and felt your hand tighten around hers. “Fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn't unload on you like that I-”

“Hey, no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’m sorry,” you reached and grabbed hold of her other hand ans squeezed tight, forcing an awkward smile. “Do you want clothes to change into? You’re sopping wet,” she shook her head but you tisked.

“I'm getting you clothes ans you aren't arguing,” you turned from her and sauntered to your dresser, wrassling around in your drawers for anything comfortable for her to wear. Unbeknownst to you, Natalie was looking down at her hand, squeezing them into fists before she rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans. She never liked clammy hands. You turned back to her eventually, shoving the pile of clothes in her hands. “Batheroom’s where it’s always been,” you pointed to the door that connected to your room.

“And feel free to dry off with a towel. Are you spending the night?” you rushed most of what you said, adrenaline pumping through you at an alarming rate as you tried to keep your cool. Nat eventually nodded awkwardly and made her way to the bathroom. The click of the door allowed you to let go of the hot breath that had been boiling in your stomach. Her dad was gone? Like, gone, gone. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? Well, maybe not given how upset she seemed. You never would have thought of Nat to be the type to mourn her father, cruel as that may sound. And why had she come to your house of all places? She hadn’t talked to you in years. She’d gotten so committed to the soccer team that she’d moved away from you but here she was now, dropping the bomb that her dad had killed himself.

“You alright?” Nat opening the door and talking to you had pulled you out of your head. She’d dried her hair off with a towel and was now draping it over the floor to sit her bookbag on top of it to dry. Her brown hair was tousled and knotted from what you assumed had been her vigorous rubbing to dry off. She’d folded her clothes in a pile that she added next to her bookbag and stood awkwardly barefoot in a pair of old shorts and a baggy tee shirt that used to be your dad’s.

“Yeah, I'm good,” you smiled, standing again. “You want some socks? The hardwood gets cold,” you said as you actively moved to grab a pair of fuzzy socks you'd gotten for Christmas from one of your drawers. You shoved them in her hands before she could decline. She held them for a moment, unmoving despite the gentle sway of her thumb over the cotton material before leaning over to put them on. As she did that you took her clothes and draped them over the footboard of your bed to air out.

“Are you staying over?” you asked again. You knew if she said no you'd still keep her here. You didn't want to worry about her out in the rain again.

“Only if that's alright,” you smiled with a single nod.

“Of course. It can be like before,” you chuckled, turning to adjust things on your bed. You might have caught the tiny flicker in Nat’s lips had you been looking. But you hadn’t and climbed into bed instead, shimmying under the covers to get comfortable. Nat slowly followed but lay on her back over the blankets, folding her hands on her chest. You only watched her for some time, not knowing what subject to broach, if any at all.

“You look exhausted, you know that?” you eventually murmured. Nat turned her head to you and let out a warm sigh. Her eyes seemed sunken, bags growing dark under them. You wondered how much she’d been sleeping.

“That kinda happens when-” she stopped herself abruptly.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No…” her voice lulled to a whisper as she paused. That pause felt like it lasted hours till she sniffled. “Maybe a little,” she swallowed thickly. You scooted in closer to her, reaching your hand out t her ever so lightly to wordlessly offer it to you.

“It was my fault,” you shook your head.

“Nat. you’re seventeen,” she sniffled loudly and quickly dried her tears just as they fell from her eyes. She didn’t look at you, her eyes transfixed up at your ceiling in a feeble attempt to keep herself together.

“I grabbed the gun. He wouldn't have had it had I not,”

“It’s not your fault,”

“He was beating on my mom again because I had a boy in my room,” frustrated disdain filled her tone. “And it’s not like anything was happening! I mean, it was just Kevyn,” she scoffed at his name. Unbeknownst to Natalie, you knew the boy had the biggest crush on her known to man. How she didn’t realize it baffled you, but that wasn’t relevant at the moment.

“But I grabbed the gun. And I left the safety on and he took it from me and fucked around with it,”

“Natalie,” you kept your voice low. Her breathing had started to flair as she fully cried now. You took her hand, squeezing it tight. She didn’t look at you but unconsciously clenched both her fists around your fingers, and brought them to her chest, pressing it tight to her in some kind of attempt to ground yourself maybe. “Natalie, Who had the gun?” she managed to get out. She sniffled again. She would have called it pitiful, but you basked in the sound. Not in a weird way, but because she could trust you with this. She shook her head.

“Did you shoot him?” her breath shook as she took a deep inhale.

“He did,”

“So, who’s fault it that?” she turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut as she covered her mouth to suppress a sob. She let go of your hand and turned onto her side, leaving only her heaving shoulders in your view. You scooted out of bed, moving slowly behind her. She flinched as your fingertips made contact with her back, but you found she quickly relaxed under her touch as you began rubbing your hand in circles over the surface area.

“Nat, it was his fault,” you murmured. She continued to cry, curled into a ball on the edge of your bed. You weren't even sure if she was hearing any of what you said, but you didn’t feel you should prioritize that. You stayed that way with her for a while, till you maneuvered onto your side, laying behind her and wrapping your arm around her instead of continuing to massage your back. You felt her take your hand again, bringing your fingers close to her face. She seemed to bury her face in your hand in some feeble attempt at self-soothing.

Eventually, she turned around in your arms and found herself up close and personal with you. Thanks to the dim light she prayed you wouldn't see the red in her cheeks burning from the sudden proximity. She let go of your hand quite abruptly.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, eyes darting away. You only smiled and nodded, scanning her puffy, tear-streaked face. Without giving it much thought, you reached forward, brushing loose, now dry hair from her face. Your fingertips skimmed over her forehead with a delicateness Nat couldn't find herself familiar with.

“You look exhausted, you know that?” she shrugged but locked into your gaze.

“I’ve always been like that,” she forced a chuckle but found you frowning. You thumbed away leftover tears from her eyes ans found your hand lingering. When you noticed you made the motion of pulling away from her but she grabbed your hand, holding it where it was. She bit her bottom lip, her brows knitting with overwhelming consideration till she hissed out the words “fuck it” and leaned it.

She’d let go of your hand in exchange for the back of your neck, which fit quite comfortably against the flat of her palm. She’d shut her eyes hard and had kind of clumsily crashed into you, definitely taking you by surprise. For a second it was quite startling, but you didn’t panic or pull away. But once you got over the shock, you relaxed into her, smiling against her lips, which given their chapped nature left a metallic taste against your tongue.

You’re hand, which had been hovering above the covers after being abandoned slowly settled on Natalie’s hip as you shut your eyes and you felt her exhale through her nose as the air flittered against your cheek. Yet, just as fast as she’d moved in she was done, leaving your lips to chase after her. Her eyes were wide and blown when you opened yours again and she seemed to have a grimace on her face.

“Shit, was I that bad?” you sucked in a breath through your teeth. Her grimace subsided and she shook her head, now looking confused.

“No. I was more so waiting for you to be pissed with me,” she admitted. You smiled and laughed quietly.

“Why would I be mad?”

“I dunno, I kinda just did it and I didn’t ask-”

“Didn’t ask if I liked girls?”

“Do you?” she chuckled again, scooting closer to her.

I dunno, I might. I mean, I might at least like one girl,”

“That's so fucking corny,” Natalie finally smiled, letting go of a laugh in her throat.

“Yeah, but I got you to smile finally,” you squeezed her hip. “I consider that a win in my book,”

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mithrilhearts · 4 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Look at me getting to this 500 years later (I'm so sorry!!) Anyway.

Thank you both so much, @cilil & @laurfilijames for sending me this ask game thingy!! I figured I'd just do it in one post, so I hope that's okay, but here we go!

I think picking my "favorite fics" of mine is like, asking a parent to pick their favorite child - not easy, in most cases I guess lol...but I will do my best and explain why! These are all based off of fics I've COMPLETED, and by no means reflects on my love and affection for the other stories I've written. I love them all for their own reasons, otherwise I wouldn't have written them.

In no particular order...

May Your Forge Burn Bright - This is THE original longfic from me. I started this back when I was creeping my way out of RP and into fanfiction, and was nothing more than an independent baby writer. (Been writing a long time, just never like this), and the story means so much to me, as well as the commentary from readers along the way. It's still my longest fic to date, and I love a good "alternate first meeting" fic. It's the OG, and you can't replace that.

Dragonhearted - The Hobbit & Beauty and The Beast are my two FAVORITE stories, and mashing them together like this was perfect for me. Dragon!Thorin is such a fun concept for me, and badass Bilbo is another. This setting just WORKS. (Also, did you know @i-did-not-mean-to had a BLANKET made for this fic???)

Kurdu 'abadaz - That's right, I finished this one just recently, and it has easily stolen my heart to being a favorite. The Fix-it fic that I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to write, that went under a LOT of rehashing and had a huge overhaul in the story early on when planning. It turned out so much better than anticipated, and the love for this fic from readers/friends has been overwhelming.

Fuck Thy Neighbor - A VERY FUN ROM-COM STYLE MODERN AU!!! This really had me cackling the entire way through, and like a few other fics of mine, it spawned from a writer's ask game/tag game thing that I can't quite remember. Accidental marriage & neighbors? I love it. It's so funny, and I enjoy rereading it frequently for the laughs.

When Darkness Shines Brightest - Did you know that anything can be made into a Bagginshield Fic? Did you know that this fic spawned from a joke/conversation between @starthecozy and I and then erupted into this really original Hades/Persephone, Nightmare Before Xmas, blended style fic?? Various worlds and environments, powers over elements, and saving homes from a dragon?? The Onion Fic sprouted, and blossomed into one of my favorite stories, and I got to collaborate with Star the entire way through it, and we had SO MUCH FUN!!! Go give it a read, it's really neat!!

Honorable Mentions:

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met - My entry for THAUC22 (partnered with the amazing @consultingpacha), and one of my FAVORITE concepts. Yet again, another "alternate meeting" style fic, featuring small kids Fili and Kili, rather than adults. What it sets up to at the end of the fic blends into the OG Hobbit story, but with a few small changes that I kind of want to explore one day in a sequel. 👀

Between Vices and Virtues - My entry for TRSB22 (partnered with @mysandwichranaway!!) First of all, I love working with Sandy, it's truly one of my favorite things on this good planet, and I can't wait to do it again - hopefully soon. Secondly, this was my take at a modern royalty AU, and learning about how to connect with the people around you. I have two sequels planned for this universe (even if this fic kind of felt like a let-down in terms of reception? but idc about that lmao) it was so fun for me. A light dusting of magic superstition in a modern au setting? Sign me up!

#raz answers #cilil #laurfilijames #bagginshield #bagginshield fic #the hobbit #i'm just gonna say it #GO GIVE THESE A READ!!! THEY'RE SO FUN!!!

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echoes-lighthouse · 1 year ago

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Dark/Unconventional Selfship Ask Game

Most selfship ask games assume that you’re in a loving relationship with your f/o so I wanted to make an ask game for those of us that are in more volatile or complex selfships that might have fewer loving or fluffy elements!

~please practice reblog karma and send an ask to whoever you’re reblogging from!~

🚩 What makes your selfship ‘dark’? Is it the dynamic? The way they met? A specific element of the relationship?

📄 Are both characters on the same page about the relationship or is there a disconnect?

🦄 Why do you choose to have this relationship darker instead of fluffy? Do you feel that it could be fluffy if you wanted to write it that way?

👯 What similarities are there between your f/o and your s/i? How do they feel about those similarities?

💚 What do both of you want from the relationship? Are either of you getting it?

🧮 If one of you has more power in the relationship, is there anything the other person does to undermine that power? How does the more powerful person feel about that?

💭 What scenario do you return to when you think about this selfship? How does it make you feel?

👁️ Is there anyone else in your f/o’s universe who knows about your relationship? How do they feel about it?

🎧 What song reminds you of your selfship?

🛡️ Does your selfship fit the vibe of the canon content or is it very different? Do you feel like it plays or expands on any of the canon themes?

💕 Do you think that your f/o and s/i love each other? Why or why not would you use that word?

🏴‍☠️ Do you have any dark AUs for your more fluffy selfships?

📅 When you first saw their source material, did you know you wanted to explore this dynamic with them? Has your selfship dynamic changed since you first started shipping with them?

🏆 Is your f/o your favourite character from their source?

🏥 Is one of you fixing the other or making the other worse?

⛓️ Is your f/o protective or possessive? Why one over the other?

🎁 Do you give each other gifts? What kind?

❤️‍🩹 Would your f/o ever hurt you? Under what circumstances, or why not?

🔖 If your ideal fanfiction existed about you and your f/o, what would the AO3 tags look like?

👀 Is there anything about your selfship that you’re nervous to explore, whether for personal reasons or because of public perception?

#selfship #selfship ask game #self ship #proselfship #ask game #self shipping #I will reblog in a second with my own darker f/os btw ^-^

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otaku-tyriq · 8 months ago

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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "otaku-tyriq"?

Hmmmmm that is a tough one because I read so many fanfictions on a daily basis xD but i will try my best.

My absolute favourite has got to be Shed Skin by Penguinabominations and snowxhanyouxqueen

It’s a fanfiction from the Yakuza franchise and is set within an alternative Version of Yakuza 0. An absolutely fantastic read, a gorgeous writing style and intriguing characterisation of Kiryu and Majima. Highly recommend it, but please read the tags first for potential Triggers.

Broken Paradise by Anonymous

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53892664

This fanfic man… It lowkey broke me. Another Yakuza fanfiction this time focussing on my favourite character from the franchise: Ichiban Kasuga. The fanfic heavily discusses themes of SA but in a respectful manner. But still only read this if you are in a mentally safe place. But like shed skin, this fan fiction NAILS the characterisation of the cast, with its dialogue sounding like it could be straight from the game itself.

Angel in the Architecture by just_a_lil_shipmate

Honestly a fantastic Trigun AU where Wolfwood gets put in charge to be the new priest at an old town’s church. But soon he realises that he is not alone in that old building. 10/10 highly reccomend it to any and all Vashwood shippers.

My All is in the form of you by FairyCrest

Over the past year or so Haikaveh has slowly started to replace Zhongchi as my absolute favourite Genshin ship of all times and this adorable little one shot collection is like a box of chocolates to me. Tiny yet packed with sweetness

The world I mean to destroy by nekomancer

A Sherliam Titanic AU, but by god did this one have me hooked from start to finish. The characterisation is a bit off at times but overall a really good read

The Kid and the Beast by Anonymous

A Beauty and the Beast Monkie Kid AU focussing on Sun Wukong and MK, but rather then shipping Sun Wukong and MK, it depicts the story in a father-son/found family angle. An overal really wholesome story

The Dragon Prince by scrunt413

A fantasy Asoryuu Fanfiction. What if the brave knight finds himself on a quest to defeat the evil dragon and rescue the kidnapped prince, only to find out that…. The dragon is the kidnapped prince?

The King’s Consort by Flowerlady Aerith

I love Souyo, I love the princessbride. This au is tailormade for me

By any other pen name by Prudabaga

A moshang fanfic in which Shang Qinghua anonymously publishes erotic novels about himself and Mobei-Jun. Hilarity and smut ensue.

The Alpha King & I by caelestisxyz

I know A/B/O is not for everyone and that is absolutely understandable. But regardless this fanfic has such a dope concept of a rebirth AU that i haven’t really seen recreated since by any other fanfic author. So if you don’t mind a/b/o aspects in your story i highly recommend this one.

As for the reason why my username is Otaku-tyriq, the story behind it is actually pretty boring. When i was 11 i realised i was genderfluid and literally just googled "genderneutral names” and found the name Tyrik. So i changed the letter k to a q for my tumblr name and most of my social media handles as most usernames with the name Tyrik was usually already taken.

The otaku part of my username is self explanatory. I’m a geek who loves japanese pop culture and media. An otaku.

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worfs-glorious-hair · 9 months ago

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Pt. 3 Children of the kindly west (Kíli x Reader) — A tale of two dwarven hearts

This is a translation, more of a re-write, of a fanfiction I wrote first in German during 2013 - 2015 when the Hobbit movies premiered and I was just as obsessed and enamored by that adorable prince like everyone else. And reading the Silmarillion for the first time this year in February brought me back to middle-earth and reminded me of my love of dwarves. And this brings me here today. Enjoy! Cross-posted on AO3 here. P.S. Feel free to tell me if any warnings or tags are missing. And if you want to be tagged in future parts! <3

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 *coming soon*

Warnings: Mutual Thirsting/ Pining, mentions of a naked female body under a nightgown, mentions of breasts, some sexual and romantic tension

New Friends

„Do you like Kíli?“, Syniver asked with an innocent face.

„I really like him!“, she continued. „He is so tall and funny!“

She laughed and rolled over a small sofa in the corner of the kitchen, standing up and giving an impression of Kíli when he huffed and rested his hands on his hips, when he was about to loose a game.

You smiled. You smiled about how wonderful your sister was and how much fun she was having.

But her question continued to linger in your mind, did you like Kíli?

Was one afternoon, one evening enough to say whether you liked your old acquaintance more than you had before?

It probably was enough. You had not laughed as much in a long time, spending time with him felt natural and easy and you wanted more.

More of him! You wanted to get to know the man he had become. The man whose eyes sparkled from within!

You met him again on the next day, when he came by to bring some knitted work that his mother had done for Syniver and your mother invited him to stay for an early tea.

And a few days after that you took the long route to the market, that led by the house of his family, hoping that you would see him. And you were lucky, he was outside shoveling snow from the pathway — you smiled at him and waved. He waved back with an excited grin and something deep inside you felt full and warm.

You stopped to talk with him and he offered to accompany you again.

„But don’t you need to finish shoveling here?“, you had asked and he had just shrugged.

„I’ll finish it later, or Fíli will do it. Or it snows more and then I have to do it again anyways.“

„Alright“, you had agreed and had taken his arm that he had offered you once again

„And besides“, he had added with the sparkle in his eyes that you had started to always look out for, „ I prefer your company over the shovel’s anytime!“

„I am glad to hear that I am more pleasant to be around than a shovel“, you had laughed but it had died in your throat as you had caught Kíli’s eyes on you and somehow you had gotten tangled up in them.

You had eventually torn your eyes away from his, missing the quick flash of confusion, as you had looked away and got out your shopping list from your pocket, ignoring the way your hands had trembled.

You were woken up by the repeated and unrelenting calling of your name a few days after your last day with Kíli.

You groaned, turned to the side and hoped that Syniver would be quiet soon, if she would not get an answer from you and your closed door.

Speaking of your closed door, you heard muffled voices on the hallway and a half-awake part of your brain chose to listen to them as you caught your name being said.

„Oh yes, she’s here. She’s maybe still sleeping. You can just go in!“, Syniver cheerfully explained and a horrified male voice answered.

„I can not go in there. I will not disturb her privacy!“

Kíli!

„Oh, why?“, asked Syniver’s voice confused and you thought the same.

‚Yes, why would he not come in’, the half-asleep part of your brain wondered, having him here with you would be heavenly, you could breathe in his musky scent of leather, pine trees, smoke and horse and it would surround you completely…

He would surround you completely.

Kíli’s voice sighed and then he answered.

„Just family can go to someone when they are sleeping, I am just a…“ He paused and you felt your heart hammering in your chest, what would he say now? What was he?

„I am merely a friend!“, he said slowly.

Just a friend.

What did you expect would he say?

Sighing, you threw your head back deeper into your pillows and opened your eyes.

Taking in the light of the day that filled your chamber you decided that you were awake now and got out of your bed. You turned to look for your dress that you had laid over a chair the night before.

And then your door opened. Syniver stood there and looked pleased with herself.

„See, she’s not sleeping anymore!“, she exclaimed loudly over her shoulder to Kíli, who stood behind her with a mortified look on his face.

The two of you stared at each other, mouth open and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks and saw how his cheeks reddened as well.

The heavy up and down of your chest brought you back to reality and you stumbled over your feet in an attempt to find something, anything to cover yourself with. You grabbed your dress from the chair and pressed it to your front.

Kíli had moved in the same time as you had come back to your senses, stuttering apologies over and over again and fled from the hallway, you heard his panicked steps on the stairs.

„Can you not knock?“, you asked Syniver over your heavy beating heart with more anger than she deserved.

„This was embarrassing!“, you sank back down onto your bed, resting your head against the bed post, suddenly exhausted, the dress still pressed to your body, that felt uncomfortably hot and aware of the fabric of your nightgown on your skin. You wore a simple white nightgown made from a light, fine fabric that could be quite translucent — oh Mahal, what had he seen?

He was never supposed to see you like this, hair open and unkempt, barely a braid in it and nearly naked. He was a prince after all! And he had offered you his company and his friendship, he had offered you his brilliant grin and sparkling eyes.

You wanted nothing but to be worthy of his kindness and friendship, you had to be your best self!

And this was barely your best self, just right out of bed! You groaned and looked at Syniver with pained eyes, who stood confused by your side and wondered why you and Kíli were acting so strange.

While you got dressed and tried to explain to Syniver why knocking is of importance and why you cherished your privacy, was Kíli running out of your house and straight to his. He spoke with nobody on his way, thankfully was no one home when he arrived, and gathered his bow and arrow together with his hunting gear and fled to the woods.

He went by foot, needing to run, needing to move, needing to get the image of you out of his head.

You bathed in sunlight, hair flowing freely over your shoulders, just a few little braids with golden beads on the ends sprinkled through it, cheeks and lips rosy and fresh from sleep —

You standing against the golden sunlight that made the fabric of your nightgown so sheer, that he could see the voluptuous contours of your breasts and the lush outlines of your waist, full belly and hips…

You staring at him with big surprised eyes, lips slightly parted, chest heaving, breasts moving with each breath under your nightgown.

And he had stared, he could not take his eyes away from you and your body, he should have looked away! He should have stopped Syniver when she opened the door!

He did not deserve to see you like this, fresh after the night, glowing like one of the goddesses of old that he had heard so many stories about.

Who was he anyways? Just the second-born prince of a kingdom he did not even knew, he spat out this title in disgust, even in thoughts.

And he was so oddly lean, too lean for a respectable dwarven warrior, his hair was too straight and he seemed to be unable to grow a beard.

People had mocked him, they have cackled behind their hands pressed over their mouths for all of his life.

And amidst everything was you, beautiful, cheerful and well-spoken you.

You, whose eyes and face were kind to him, he felt seen in your gaze. In the best way possible.

When you smiled at him, laughing at one of your own jokes or his, when you two chatted away was he finally feeling like he could just be.

He felt like he was enough, let the people talk, when he had your smile and your warmth next to him.

You had knocked him off his feet, literally.

Which was surprising and unexpected. He had barely given you a second thought in the past, the daughter of his mother’s best friend. Tiny and always behind him, his brother and other children. You had played together, spending more time arguing about a game than actually playing it.

But you had found ways to arrange yourself and your games and still, he had never looked twice. You were just there. Until now.

When your worlds had collided and were joined again by impact.

Oh Mahal, he slowed down his running and sighed, what have you done to me?

Later on the same day were you working in the kitchen, making a fresh batch of bread, and hitting the dough more than kneading it.

You were still embarrassed about what had happened in the morning, still unsure on how to continue and you did not even knew why he had come to you in the first place.

A knock on the door made you pause in beating up the dough and you wiped your hands clean from flour on your apron while yelling “coming” towards the door.

You went to open the door and it was Kíli’s remorseful face greeting you with a shaky grin.

“Hello”, he whispered with a hoarse voice.

His eyes barely sparkled anymore, you noticed with a growing concern.

Was he not feeling well?

“Can I come in? I have brought you, I mean not you, you, I mean you and your family of course, some rabbits that I have freshly hunted today…”

And indeed, he had five already skinned rabbits hanging over his shoulder.

You smiled carefully and nodded.

“Of course! You are always welcome here!”

He breathed out in relief and his steps got his usual bounce back as he strode confidently into the kitchen.

And when he turned to you were his eyes sparkling again! You grinned, happy at the sight.

He gave you the rabbits and told you that he had already gutted them.

“They are ready for cooking or smoking!”

“Excellent!”, you answered.

“Mother will decide later on what will happen to them, my responsibility today is only the bread”, you nodded towards your kitchen’s worktop where still the bread dough rested. He followed your look.

He kept his eyes on the dough and said quietly: “Can I talk to you? I have to apologise for my behavior today…”

He still was not looking at you.

“Of course…”, you nodded and got up to put away the rabbits into the cold storage room under your kitchen.

“Will you help me with these?”, you nodded towards the rabbits while climbing down the ladder into the storage room.

Kíli got up as well, without saying a word and handed you two rabbits at a time.

After he had given you the first pair he started speaking.

“I am awfully sorry for my disturbance in your privacy earlier! I should have never looked into your private chambers, Syniver had told me that you were still sleeping… I should have left right there.

It will never happen again!”, he said, voice coated with remorse and pain, while handing you the next two rabbits and you stored them carefully away.

“I have already forgiven you”, you answered after a quick minute, where you had gathered your thoughts.

“It was a stupid accident! And also quite hilarious, if you think about it. As if any visitor sees the people in a house in their night wear…”, you laughed and Kíli gave you the last rabbit and smiled slightly in an attempt to answer your laughter.

“Why did you come by anyways?”, you asked, as you climbed the ladder up again.

“Oh, I was just wanting to ask – CAREFUL!”, he suddenly yelled, as your foot slipped from

the last step of the ladder as you had stepped accidentally onto the hem of your dress.

He grabbed you by the arm and you cling onto him instinctively and he helped you carefully back onto the safe ground of the kitchen floor.

Your eyes got tangled into each other once again as he still held you close to him.

*You were already standing safely back on the ground but neither of you moved, the two of you were not even blinking!

You breathed out and smiled at him, breaking the spell. He instantly released your arm and made a quick step back from you.

“Thank you – for saving me. This could have gone very differently without you…”, you shuddered as you looked down the ladder onto the dark, solid ground.

“We’re square now”, he answered with his usual grin. Everything was fine again.

“You ran into, well over, me and most certainly saved me from eventually doing something stupid that day on the market in regards to Fíli’s lover and now I saved you. We’re even!”

“I am glad”, you said.

“You were just about to tell why you came by this morning…”, you reminded him.

“Oh yes, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to spend the day with me, hunting, riding in the forest…”, he looked at you with hopeful eyes and your heart melted instantly.

“Can we still do that? This sounds lovely!”

“If you want to, there’s still enough daylight left for a short trip. I know a lovely little pond, it is frozen now of course, but it is beautiful with frozen waterfalls…”, Kíli’s eyes sparkled and sparkled and your heart was full and happy. You wanted to ride through the forest by his side, you wanted to see the beautiful little pond, you wanted to see the world through his eyes!

You wanted to get to know his world!

And so you did.

Today’s ride through the forrest would be the first of many more to come.

He showed you hidden places, full of beauty and wonder. He showed you, where the rare white deer grazed during the winter months and you spent hours watching them from deep within the undergrowth of big, old trees.

„Some say“, he told you one day, „that these trees are older than the elves in middle-earth…“

You cocked your head to the side and looked at the gigantic trees around you, covered in all kinds of evergreens, moss and dead looking climbing plants — you knew that they would become lush and green soon enough when spring would arrive.

The trees were old, sturdy and had a rough bark that protected them from the seasons and weathers and apparently time.

„What they must have seen in all of these ages…“, you wondered and caught Kíli looking at you from the side.

You smiled at him, it was an instinct, you could not not smile when you saw or just thought of him, and his eyes sparkled, when he returned your smile.

„The most extraordinary wonders“, he answered solemnly and kept looking at you and his smile lit a fire of gold and brown in his eyes, like a fragrant late summer day over freshly dug soil.

You wanted to keep the happiness that radiated off of him in your life and your heart forever, it made you feel whole.

Of course, you were your own person but with him by your side, it felt like your life had doubled.

Everything had intensified over the span of the days and weeks since Kíli had come back into your life.

He gave you so much. So much laughter, so much joy, he filled your heart and soul with warmth and let your insides tingle pleasantly.

His smile, his slightly curved pink lips, his sparkling eyes, his strong hands, his skillful fingers that flitted over the neck of his fiddle when he played his happy melodies…

He was all of this and more and you had started to wonder how you were ever able to live without the light he brought.

It was one of the evenings that you had spent with him in front of the fireplace in the welcoming living room of his family’s house — he and Fíli had played their fiddles and you had danced to their tunes, you had hummed along, happy songs about the most beloved treasures, of rare gems and of girls and boys flirting and dancing at their town’s festivals.

You had pressed your favorite book, that you had read to the brothers before, to your chest, taking it as your dance partner and swirled around the room, laughing and swinging…

But your eyes never left Kíli. You kept your eyes on him for the whole time.

You admired how he used his whole body to play his fiddle, how he moved along to the music, how his arms moved when he played, how he kept his full body tension —

pressing his chin gently to his fiddle to keep it stable on his shoulder and how his bow in his right hand danced confidently over the strings all while the fingers of his left hand bounced masterfully over the fiddle’s neck…

He was otherworldly beautiful, like a mythical creature from another realm, his dark hair in contrast to his sky blue tunic, his cheeks reddened from playing and laughing in the warmth of the fire in the room and always his eyes.

Sparkling. Fixed on you. Smiling slightly, as much as his play allowed.

And you danced, danced with your happiness and joy. Danced with a full heart and a soul that felt complete.

In the night that followed you saw yourself dancing in your dreams, your skirts twirled around you and you laughed. The You that you observed looked directly at you and you saw her smile so brightly, so beautifully.

Your face rosy and a few strands of hair were sticking to the sides of your face, where sweat glittered in the light of the fire.

You were beautiful. Any doubt that you ever had about yourself faded as you observed your dream self.

She was glowing. She was everything.

And you knew, even after waking, that she was not a creation of your mind, she was you and you were her.

Kíli saw himself this night in his dreams as well.

He saw himself like you had seen him. Beautiful, ethereal and worthy of your admiration.

He did not saw the little boy in the shadow of his brother and uncle, who was always trying to prove himself to them and the world. He saw a man, strong, capable and enough, even handsome, just like he was. And for the blessed moments that his dream lasted, he accepted your vision fully.

He just did not know that it was your eyes he had seen himself through.

Just like you did not know that you had seen yourself through his eyes.

Efís had stopped talking and the children all looked up to her with big eyes, questions flashing up behind their eyes.

“Why were they dreaming of themselves? Don’t you usually dream of other people and not about yourself?”, one of the older girls asked.

“Oh well”, Efís smiled slightly, her eyes fixing at a far point over the fire place, while she thought of her answer.

“There are stories, stories of old, that tell of bound, fated souls, souls tied together by Mahal himself, when He created them.

Kíli and who was merely just his childhood acquaintance once were always destined to be more than friends or lovers. I believe firmly that their souls were promised to each other by Mahal, just like in the old stories . I believe they were the One for each other.

And the old stories also say that people, whose souls were were bound together in the moment of their creation, were able to see through the eyes of the beloved. Especially in dreams.

They caught a glimpse of their own soul and it inspired them, healed them, nourished them and made the love in their hearts burn even brighter than before. If it ever was possible.

But the pair in our story, though fated, was not yet aware that it was love that was growing quickly and rapidly in their hearts.

But it would change very soon.

On a fateful day in the deep winter, when Fíli celebrated his 81st birthday Kíli and his One were both met with a burning desire for each other— and burning jealousy. But before I tell you about their hearts matters, do you want more cookies?”

The children screamed in joy and nodded ferociously.

“Very well then, dears, let me get the next platter!”

Efís laughed contently on her way to the kitchen, she was happy that the children, who came to visit her, shared her love for wonderful baked goods and the stories of old. This way was she making sure that the heritage of their people, stories, songs, everything that made their culture so rich, would be passed on for generations to come.

She continued speaking, after she was seated again and the children happily produced cookie crumbs on her carpet and the room was once again filled with eating children, their breathing, their sniffling and the crackling of the fire.

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buggyboba · 2 months ago

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⁺˚☽ Ꭺᏼꮻꮜꭲ ꮇꭼ⁺˚☾⁺

You know I realized I never did a full-blown about me that I can use as a pinned post and sort of hub for everything. I’m not very good at them, but we’ll make do. Also, I want everyone to congratulate me on being the dumbest bitch in the room, I finally figured out the 'small' text stuff....jfc.

Hello! I’m Buggy, She/They, disaster, well over 18, Jurassic even. I have two cats (Ezio & Ringo) and a pitbull (Cassie).

Um, my primary fandom currently is Doctor Who, but I had been a roleplayer for too long across many fandoms (DC, Marvel, Sherlock, Supernatural, Harry Potter). I don’t roleplay anymore; I have focused on writing fanfiction instead, roleplaying with myself as you do. I do a few different things to keep myself busy; besides writing, I stream occasionally on Twitch. I am not a professional, but I have fun. I mainly yell and die in the game, but sometimes I’m really funny.

As for writing, I am fairly new to the fanfiction game. I’ve only done it a few months; I started being actually active in April! I started as a Missy x Reader blog, and I like to think I have expanded more, being more comfortable in writing for The Master (Simm & starting to get a feel for Dhawan) in general, as well as adding a few more characters. Speaking of which, I am going to break down the characters I am comfortable writing; I have even thought about opening up to start writing for a few more fandoms. A pattern will become clear; Idk what it says about me.

DOCTOR WHO|

Missy/The Master 9th Doctor/10th Doctor/12th Doctor/14th Doctor Kate Lethbridge-Stewart DC|

Jack Napier/The Joker (Dark Knight) Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow (Dark Knight, ArkhamVerse)

HARRY POTTER| Bellatrix Lestrange Tom Riddle Draco Malfoy (*of age)

The pattern is that I primarily write the ‘villains'...oopsie daisy.

ANYWAY, Requests are open; if you send one in, please tell me if you want sfw/nsfw. It might take me some time since I am drowning in kinktober, but I do try to do requests first, cause I love you all. Come 'ere, let me kiss your foreheads.

But that is me in a nutshell; in the beginning, I didn’t know what was proper etiquette for interacting, so just I didn't, and that was my fault. I am getting better, I am just a little socially anxious bug, but I want to thank each and every one of you, to everyone who reads my works and likes/leaves kudos, comments, and reblogs; you all mean the world. Just know I get very happy about any interaction! And to everyone who follows me, welcome to Jackass baby! We have no clue what we are doing here, but it’s chaotic and wild.

Under the read more will be the master list/tag list stuff.

MASTERLIST

Ao3 <—where you can find the fics all together.

*- Smut

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DOCTOR WHO |

★Kinktober 2024★* [ x ]

Series |

★ Missy x reader ★

Surrender Your Mind

Part One Part Two Part three*

↳ ○ You have had the worst kind of day, and it is only going to get worse when you get swept up in the life of one renegade time lady, taking on the part of an unwilling companion to find out why you are being targeted by assassins, if the target is her.

Drabbles |

This Will Be The Day [x] ↳ ○ Reader wants a romantic date, Missy has an idea to spice it up. She was a seasoned swordsman, but you were not, you couldn’t win fair and square so you did what you had to, distraction and cheating.

Me And The Devil [x] * {Vampire!Missy x Female Reader} ↳ ○A game of cat and mouse, leads to feeding your vampire alien and more.

Within Your Heart I'll Place The Moon [x] ↳ ○Missy takes you to a masquerade ball, and well it feels very final.

Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me To Sleep [ x ] ↳ ○| Anon asked | I would like to please request a Missy x reader (I'm not sure if you have seen the Agent Carter show but if you haven't I'll let you know why I asked. One of the gadgets that Peggy has is a lipstick, which when she kisses someone that person falls asleep.) Where the reader has been separated from the Doctor and comes across Missy but doesn't know who she is and so when the time comes for Missy to escape she wants to take the reader with her so she uses that same idea with the lipstick to make the reader sleep so they can capture the reader and leave their real identity as a surprise.

So this is in which Missy kidnaps the reader using a sleeping toxin.

Imagines |

Imagine watching a horror movie with missy [ x ]

★ Dhawan!Master x reader ★

Drabbles | Lazy Day [ x ] ↳ ○ Anonymous asked: hi love, i saw you said your requests were open and id like to ask if you could write something about dhawan!master, where he and the reader are married and he fusses over her lots and makes sure she has everything she needs and all that fluff. Abandon Thought and Let the Dream Decend [ x ] ↳ ○ Anon asked | I was wondering if I could please request a Dhawan!Master x reader (or you can choose another master instead if you want.) The reader is at a Halloween party dressed as Christine Daaé (from Phantom of the Opera.) The reader sees someone dressed as the Phantom and is almost compelled to follow the person and the reader ends up alone in a locked room with this person and a mirror but by the time the reader works out that it's the master it's too late and the reader is already hypnotized/captured.

★ Simm!Master x reader ★

Drabbles |

His [ x ] ↳ ○ Anonymous asked: spare some simm!master x transmasc reader perhaps???

Taglists|

Surrender your Mind [x]

General Missy x reader [x] Kinktober 2024 [ x ]

#buggy talks #about me #pinned post #blog intro #doctor who #dc universe #harry potter #missy x reader #the master x reader #gomez!master x reader #missy x fem!reader #simms!master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #bellatrix x reader #scarecrow x reader #joker x reader #kate lethbridge stewart x reader #doctor who x reader #dc x reader

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writing-wednesday · 2 months ago

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From Writers; For Writers Ask Game

Imagine a not-too-distant future where there have been technological advancements. What currently non-existent tool do you wish there were to help you with your writing?

Why did you start writing?

Pick a work of yours. What song would represent it well?

What do you think your weakest point is when it comes to writing fanfiction?

You can transport yourself into one of your stories right this instant. Which story would it be and why? Which character’s place would you like to take?

Canon Universe or AUs – which do you prefer?

Do you make the characters lives better or worse from the source material?

If your writing style was an animal, what would it be?

What internet research have you had to do for a fic that's most likely to have put you on a watch list?

Pick a fic of yours and summarise it in the most ridiculous manner possible.

If you could live in any AU trope, which would it be?

If you write smut, do you take inspiration from other adult media?

Lots of mangaka have a little character that represents them. What would your little character be? (Ex. The author for Sailor moon uses a rabbit.)

Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

If your fics could be magical spells, what effect would you like for their magic to have?

Turn one of your fics into either a limerick or a haiku.

If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

What’s your favorite writing trope? Why?

If you could give one fic a cover like a book, what would the cover look like and which fic?

Write an alternative ending / alternate ending summary to [insert fic title].

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

What is something that someone has said about one of your fics [or, your writing] that surprised you? (e.g. something you didn’t realize about your work until someone else said it).

Do you celebrate your work? How?

Let’s assume you have to make a dessert, and your fics are the ingredients. Which would you choose and why?

Where is the oddest place you have ever written?

What is your writing ideal?

If you write longfic, what is your ideal chapter release schedule?

What’s your personal writing pet peeve?

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Find a book, or an article, and pick three words out of them at random. Try to connect them in an idea blurb! :)

What is the funniest tag you’ve tagged a fic with? Why?

Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

Do many of your fics take place in the same season? What is your favorite season to write about?

What would be the hardest combination of prompts for you to write?

Would you describe yourself as a planner or a pantser type of writer?

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

If your fics were a band, what band would they be?

Pretend one of your fics is a movie or TV series. What would be said about it in the trailer? (Feel free to make one if you want to :) )

What do you think your strong point is when it comes to writing fanfiction?

What’s the funniest mistake you have ever made?

Yay or Nay: Writing Angst. Which is it for you?

What is it that you consider a quality mark for a fic?

What’s your perfect comfort fic?

Is there a piece of writing advice that you totally disagree with, or one that just doesn’t work for you?

What is your approach to taking fic requests?

Describe your comfort zone – a typical you-fic.

If you could tell your younger self one piece of writing advice, what would it be?

Does anybody in real life know you write fanfic? Why, why not?

Is there a thing you’ve learnt or otherwise acquired because of writing? If so, what is it?

To be, or not to be: if you could have a genie that would just magic one fic for you into existence, what story would it be?

Have you ever been told by friends that the characters you write for should be taken away from you? Why or why not?

If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

If you had to pick just one, what would be your favourite word, and why?

What are things you’d like to try your hand at writing, and why haven’t you tried them yet?

If you had to unravel an entire fic just out of one line, what line would it be?

Do you have any writing rituals to help you get in the mood to write? What are they?

If you anonymously wrote and posted a fic, what kind of changes would you make to your writing style to disguise your identity?

What types of characters are your favourite to write and why?

All the questions can be found in #writing wednesday question of the week tag as well.

#ask game #ask bait #ask away #tumblr ask #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fandom

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lynyangell · 7 days ago

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🔪 🎨 🧩 for the writer’s ask game!

Huzzah and thank you for the ask @theblueeyedfirebender!!

The weirdest topic you've researched for a writing project....Ok TW for sexual stuff.....but definitely learning about sexual practices of the 1900s for Royai purposes. what kinds of condoms were used, did sex toys exist and what were they like. *blushing like a freaking idiot and then remembering that I've have multiple smut/erotica fics published. I guess the cat's already out of the bag*

Link your favorite piece of fanart and explain why you like it.

Without a doubt it's @littlewitchbee's art of Royai snuggling shirtless where you can see her entire back and scars......I love everything about it. It's sensual and soft. The expression on Roy's face is incredibly tender, and the way he's holding her....I. Obsess. Over. Her. Scars. I very strongly HC that they are still painful and sensitive years later, and the idea of him learning to touch them without causing her pain just hits me HARD. This is legitimately on my Christmas list, I want this print so badly.

What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

A huge pet peeve: When someone is filling a request/prompt for a particular pairing but then writes it as unrequited/loveless union/cheating on each other when that's not what the request/prompt asked for. Doesn't happen as much as it used to, but was at one point an issue in my fandom that still irks me. So if I read something with those themes and it's tagged with my OTP but then I start reading and it's one of those kind of fics but not tagged like that, that's irritating as hell.

Massive formatting issues/grammar/punctuation issues will sometimes do it, but I'm not as picky as I used to be about this.

#Thanks for playing with me!#Let's Play a game #ask game #fanfiction #ask me anything #writer friends

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royalrebelpropaganda · 2 years ago

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hi, hello, calling all ever after high fans! fun fact!

the Fandom wiki SUCKS.

I've known this for a while, and talking to people in the discord makes it more obvious. the Fandom wiki is unmoderated, unprofessionally written, chronically undercited, and often contains just completely incorrect information. if you want examples, I will be including SEVERAL under the cut!

essentially, I have been building my own wiki with several people from the server, but it is taking a LONG time to get up and running. is this something that you guys would be interested in helping me with?? most of the character links and pages are currently defunct, but I'm working on uploading and transcribing all of the diaries at the moment (because I really really don't want to steal anything from the Fandom wiki. this is our own project, so we have to find our own sources, links, and information.)

just looking for feedback !!! please reblog with tags or comments if you would like to work on this project. keep in mind it will HAVE to be source-based, so it's going to be a lot of reading and searching for information from various sources, not just the show.

thank you!! the "keep reading" below will be for EGREGIOUS examples of wiki running because this really is one of the worst wikis I've ever seen:

Hunter Huntsman's diary

this is MADE UP. the last line of this DOESN'T EXIST. it ends at "My life... a fairytale come true." the rest of this is someone writing fanfiction and putting it in the official wiki.

Braeburn

there's so many problems here I don't even know where to start. actually I do.

ONE: her name is Braebyrn. not Braeburn. this wiki doesn't mention it, but her name is NEVER MENTIONED in the show or in the junior novelization; it's on the official ever after high instagram, it's on the apple white dragon games doll box, and it's in the mobile app game that was released in accompaniment with the show. that's important information that the wiki didn't think mattered, and they misspelled her name!!!!

TWO: "braeburn appears to be able to control lightning" if anyone did ANY RESEARCH they would know that's not "appears to be," that IS her power. on the box that braebyrn the doll model comes in, it explicitly mentions that her dragon magic is "lightning bolt," so that's not an assumption. however, this fact is never mentioned on the page! because the wiki is non-comprehensive despite pretending that it is.

THREE: "Brushfire's sister" she's. she's all of the baby dragon's sisters. why is this one specifically mentioned. that's just a weird choice. plus it's written as "Brushfires" which is a typo that has not been corrected.

FOUR: "Her name is a nod to Braeburn apples." you have to say "seems to be." unlike the lightning, this one is an ASSUMPTION. if it isn't an assumption, if there was an interview where someone from mattel was talking about it, you have to link it!! it doesn't matter that it's a very obvious pun, wikis are built on FACT. UGH.

Category:Dragons

I have searched far and wide, and as far as I can tell, these are straight up made up. I can't find any sources, and if I look up something like "felecity ever after high" the ONLY links that show up related to the dragons are for the Fandom wiki. there are no sources, no citations. I personally am inclined to believe these are made up names that are stated as fact.

Characters/pets

ONE: NOT her pet pig. it's a pig that she brought to a party because they asked her to bring ham or something to the party and she didn't understand they wanted the pig not alive. I'm pretty sure it hopped out of her hat. it's never mentioned again.

TWO: the storyboard of legends. I. I don't even have anything to say.

there's so many more guys but I'm getting tired. go find some yourself, the wiki is riddled with them, these were just the ones I could remember off the top of my head.

#ever after high #eah #fandom wiki #wikia

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kimium · 8 days ago

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❤️🥳🍬🤖🎯 for the fanfic writer ask game!

(From this ask HERE)

Thanks for the ask, friend!!! As always it's so much fun to answer questions from you!

❤️ What is your favourite line that you've written in a fic?

This is a tough one to answer. I've written so much over the years... but the one line that immediately came to mind was the tag line in my summary for my Crystal Scars AU. The line is: "(In which Fell Dragon wounds scar into gemstones)".

I also love the line in my summary for "I can't kill you (so we must be destined to be together)": "Hitman Hajime gets an assignment to take out Komaeda Nagito and it devolves into Hajime and his soulmate meet in an alleyway with a knife and gun involved. It's exactly what you think it is."

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

I started writing fanfiction because I loved reading fanfiction since I was young. It's been a constant source of comfort for me throughout my life. I also am an avid reader and thus my love for these things pushed me to start writing fanfiction.

🍬Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favourite fic of your for each fandom?

Yes, I write for multiple fandoms. My favourite fic for each fandom is as follows below. If you want reasons why these are my favourite feel free to ask me in a separate ask.

SDR2: I can't kill you (so we must be destined to be together)

FE Fates: Unique in All the World (a co-written fic with @someobscurereference)

Twisted Wonderland: Just a Normal Citizen (Not a Dimension Traveler)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn: Delivery

Akudama Drive: Missing Keys

(Note: I left out some fandoms because they were only tagged in conjunction with one of the ones above. Or I didn't write enough for them so I didn't think it was necessary to pick and choose a fic.)

🤖Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

Yes, they are. I have friends who aren't in any of the fandoms I write for or don't engage heavily with fandom stuff who are aware I write fanfiction.

🎯Do you have a writing milestone you're working towards?

No, not really. I just write what I want and what I'd enjoy reading/exploring from a series!

And there we go! I hope you enjoy my answers, friend!!

#personal #replies #ask game #writing ask game #feel free to ask more if you want

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council-of-beetroot · 1 year ago

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✏️Hetalia Fanfics Writers Ask Game✏️

1. Do you write solely for Hetalia or do you write for other fandoms

2. Favourite character to write

3. What characters is the most challenging to write

4. What character do you want to write but haven't

5. What do you keep in mind when writing a particular character

6. What ships have you written for?

7. Best comment or Feedback on a fic?

8. What is your process when writing

9. Strange things you've had to research for Hetalia fanfiction

10. Do you write canon verse or AU

11. Do you write historical Hetalia

12. What's a time period or historical event you have either written or want to write

13. What character took the most research

14. Any fic writers that inspire you or you look up to?

15. How many fics have you written

16. What fic is your favourite? Which one do you want to disown?

17. Do you write rarepairs

18. Where do you find inspiration?

19. Longest fic

20. Shortest fic

21. What fic has the most kudos why do you think that is

22. What fic of yours deserves more love

23. Any fic that was received differently than you first expected

24. What frustrates you about writing for the fandom

25. Have you written anything you would have never thought you would write in a million years

26. Any Hetalia AUs that live rent free in your head

27. What headcanons are essential in your writing?

28. Do you write series of fics or are your fics standalone works?

29. What is your strength when writing

30. What is the biggest challenge when writing

31. Do you write for any of the top ten ships on AO3?

32. Most tagged additional tag?

33. Which character have you statistically written the most?

34. Have you written Nyotalia, Gakuen Hetalia, 2p etc?

35. What makes your characterisation different than others

36. Do you have playlists or character boards for inspiration

37. Do you use images as inspiration

38. How do you feel about using accents in fics

39. How do you feel about using foreign language in fics

40. Have you received fanart for your fics or have drawn for your fics?

41. Country names, human names, both or depends?

42. What appeals to you about the characters you write

43. What appeals to you about the ships you like

44. Longest time you've worked on a fic

45. Fastest you've written and published a fic

46. Are you a fast writer or slow

47. Where do you write?

48. What do you write in ? Paper, Docs, Scrivener, etc?

49. Do you get your fics beta read?

50. What is the best writing advice you've received

51. Best writing advice you can give

52. What is the biggest obstacle you find you have to overcome when writing

53. If you use human names do you go off canon/fanon or use your own? For characters that don't have a widely used fanon name and don't have a canon human name what do you use?

54. Do you take inspiration from cultural experiences in your own culture or from experiences in other cultures

55. Any obscure historical or cultural references you put in fics

56. When did you start writing

57. How would you define your writing style

58. What genres do you write and what do you prefer?

59. Is your style similar to canon or different

60. Any Nation OCS?

61. Other OCS?

62. Have you written your home country?

63. Have you received criticism or hate for your work?

64. Do you show people parts of unfinished pieces of wips

65. Do you discuss fics and ideas with other people while writing?

66. What medium would you want to see an adaptation of your fic in?

67. Favourite line in a fic?

68. Show us a bit of a wip

69. Have you written anything on the more spicy side or do you stick to more family friendly stuff

70. Fluff, angst, both, neither?

71. Favourite group to write i.e. FACE, BTT, Allied trio, etc

72. what do you want your readers who don't write to understand about writing?

73. Do you write humorous works? How would you describe your style of humour

74. What draws you to Hetalia?

75. Ask anything

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tearueful · 2 months ago

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🍓🕯️🛼

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I became too horny for Homelander. I discovered x reader fics by wandering in the Homelander tag here. Then because I no longer have my RP writing outlets like I used to, I needed to brain dump the hyper fixation SOME WAY. Now I have piles of drafts with x reader fics and canon x oc fics. WHOOPS.

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

7? I mean I'm writing self-indulgent fluff, so I get to giggle and kick my feet. This is probably why nothing ever gets finished as I start editing and adding more any time I start writing longer works. DOUBLE WHOOPS.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

Edit: So these two emojis don't show for me. YOU GET BOTH.

Fuck me sideways... FINE. Have a Billy Butcher x OC fic that started out as a crack idea and became 12 fucking pages long. This also shows my editing style of NEVER FINISHING as I tweaked lines and added shit instead of FINISHING IT. Snippets behind a cut cause lewd. 😵🍺🐅😼🥵

#sadhsafkdhfklsdj CHAI MY BELOVED #hi bb~#behold my jumping around way of editing fics #Butcher x Stray 5eva #ask box

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seriouslysam8 · 5 months ago

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For the ask game: 🥤 🌻 ☁️

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Glass of Water by lyin

I like the Marauders era a lot but I don’t like the Marauders fandom because I like canon personalities of characters. This is my all-time favorite Marauders era story because it’s how I wish most stories characterized those characters. Plus, I just adore the plot. We need more Sirius and Lily friendship fics.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@justalittleconfusing is my home girl.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

This is going to be VERY disappointing but I don’t remember.

Once upon a time, there was little nine year old Samantha who discovered the joys of fanfiction of her favorite tv show The X-Files. Was I young too watch this? Probably. Did I have three older brothers who I wanted to watch tv with and bug all the time? Why, yes, yes I fucking did. Did I want to try to write fanfiction? Abso-fucking-lutely! Did I need a pen name? Unfortunately.

Long story short, that was the name I picked out around ten years old. When I got back into fanfiction as an adult, I just deleted a bunch of shit and started posting. Had I thought I would be writing this long and writing so many stories, I probably would have changed it. But mistakes were made and now I’m stuck with it.

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theink-stainedfolk · 5 months ago

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Writerly Questionnaire

Thank you @the-golden-comet @drchenquill and @paeliae-occasionally for the tag♡

About Me

When did you first start writing ?

I first started writing in 5th grade. I had this chapter in English course book about a timid girl who learned to write stories with the help of her English teacher. Also, i was so much into fanfictions at theat time so i thought it would be a great idea to start novels.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

I enjoy writing mystery, crime / psychological thriller, political Intrigue and historical , fantasy types writing but i enjoy reading cozy fantasy, mystery and crime thriller.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you're often compared?

Nope. Not really. I take inspiration from various sources but i never felt anything like this nor did anyone ever compared me to one.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

Mostly it is my bed, i do best when i am in my comfort space. Because i can't write anywhere else without being criticized for being "too much on my phone"

What's your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Idk honestly. I just look at things, random things at that and i get flooded with ideas. I just looked at a pen once an i got the idea. I also watch music videos of my favourite froups and get ideas. I watched the ODDINARY trailer of stray kids and i got a story idea which i am currently trying to write. I'm the worst person to ask this question.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

No. My writing life is pretty different from the way i live because of the need to be separated from reality. And i hate where i live so it wouldn't do me much favour.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Yep. Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, queer people, mystery, slice of life, fantasy, romcom and i turn everything gay because of the ✨spice✨ i feel in it. Sometimes it does surprise me because i originally started as only mystery and crime thriller writer. Slowly i evolved. And i never saw myself writing queer romance. But i am still learning and i will not give up trying my best.

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

This will get too long. My current favourite character is Dante from Beyond The Pages. Because i surprisingly found myself attracted to unhinged villain with no redemption but just an attractive smile, fashionista outfits and screw loose. My current WIP is Shades Of Erudition . Which i love dearly idk why i just got the idea. And I'm beginning to love Asterion too.

Which of your characters do you think you'd be friends with in real life?

Vesperine said Cleo for sure. Because i like their sense of humor and Cleo would probably let me in their friend circle. I hope so. And also probably Maurine because of her love for books. I'd probably sit for hours and hours at her house, her husband, however, would kick me out for taking too much of her time and giving him none.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

.... Dante probably also Dr. Anselm Ravenscroft and his puppy creation, Acheron. All the characters form Wicked Game, Wicked Fates . And more that i can't think of.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

This is... a very difficult question... haha...

Ok so sometimes i get the idea of the story forat and sometimes i get the characters first.

In the case of getting idea first, the character build is not hard to decide. I make up scenarios in my head and imagine stuff while listening to music that matched my story and i automatically get the idea.

But in the case of getting the character idea first.... it is freaking difficult because i only get the design idea and dialogues, but not the personality traits. So i spend days and weeks thinking of a story that would match my character so i can develop the character more. Some of my characters with no story are still waiting and I'm feeling guilty.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Probably it is intelligent/cunning bastard x strong sweetheart. I don't remember much maybe someone could remind me.. haha...

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc

I imagine them as real people of course. Sometimes I'm so obsessed with it that i make a list of possible actors i want to play my characters. And i also imagine them as random people and artworks on pinterest too.

My Writing

What's your reason for writing?

Self enjoyment and the comments i get from people who take time to read my works. It makes me ecstatic. ♡♡♡

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Not specific. I find every comment really uplifting because it means that they read the whole thing. They read it and wrote, they took time for me. Because nowadays time is very precious and quite fast and nobody would want to spend it by reading some unknown person's probably worthless works. ♡♡♡

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who "gets" the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

I don't want much i just want to be thought as someone with great ideas and writing style. I hope i had a good fandom where people post about on Pinterests and Tumblr and people make tiktoks of my book in the future. Basically i want to be remembered. And loved.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I feel very embarrassed to say this but i think it is my ideas and my ability to finally try and write different genres. And the fact that i don't give up.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

I think it is that i manage writing different types of genre. It was truly mesmerizing when drchenquill said that to me honestly because i always felt like i couldn't write any other genre than mystery, crime thriller and historical fiction. I feared trying out other genres too. And another one of my friends told me that the more ideas i get, the better it gets from the previous ones.

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

I think that i have improved a lot since before but i have a lot to improve. I want to write beautifully, with prose and beautiful lines, i know it is not easy, like Erin Morgenstern, but like i said, like my ideas are evolving, my writing style will too.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

I would still write. With not so much enthusiasm as before because i really enjoy talking about my stories with others but i would still write because i started as someone with zero readers and i didn't stop there.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it's a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

I am influenced by both. But to me, my enjoyment holds the most value. Because if i don't enjoy what i write, nobody would enjoy it either. There are many ideas of mine that i love a lot but many of my friends do not like it but i still enjoy writing them because the feeling that i get when i get the whole idea, the ecstasy, it is so exciting and addicting that it becomes my hyperfixation for weeks.

I'll tag @cssnder @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @ascotwriting @agirlandherquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @the-golden-comet @graveyardshift111 and this is an open tag.

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