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[thatsbelievable]

[vvinirl]

‘ikera - 19 - she/her - i heart music - multifandom - black writer - choso’s #1 glazer - matt’s wife - bucky’s wife - dick grayson’s slut

my request are always open!

i write for black readers only 💓

~masterlist~

[dinneratgrannys]

It’s a shame, I mean...writing a happy ending for the Evil Queen. Well, you...you’ve always been a favorite of mine. Very clear goals plus totally damaged personality with a self-destructive streak? A recipe for compelling.

[mountainmagpie]

Begging HBO Max and the creators of Scavengers Reign to make an adaptation of the Southern Reach trilogy.

[noahhawthorneauthor]

If you're looking to build your TBR, why not try these queer indie books by the hosts of our podcast?

Remember, you can read queer all year, not just for pride month. 🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈📚

Breeze Spells and Bridegrooms (All royalties for June are being donated)

Swords and Seers

Dear Bartleby

Fella Enchanted

The Forgotten Lyric

The Stray Spirit

Phantom and Rook

This Doesn't Mean Anything

Fiorenzo

A Rival Most Vial

Kit & Basie

Right Here, Write Queer Linktree

@nothwell @ashen-crest @tesscarletta @ninawolv3rina

[alwaysmicado]

Nathan Bateman - Fic Rec

A collection of my favorite Nathan Bateman fics. Have fun and please show these incredibly talented authors some love for their work! 🤍 (-> Feel free to send me your faves / your own fics to add!)

✨ @reallyrallyauthor ✨

🌟 Nathan Bateman Masterlist

The Shower Room

The Empty Room

Sympathy

Assembly Required

The Family Dog

Failure Tea

Nathan Bateman is an asshole

Blurb - Nailing It

✨ @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction ✨

🌟 Nathan Bateman Masterlist

Perfect Little Fuck Toy

Fever

Good Morning

Only A Fool Would Say That

Any Time

Ebo

Belated

Extremely Feminine S/O Headcanons

In Pain

Get Well Soon

How [pt. 1] How [pt. 2]

✨ @melodygatesauthor ✨

Fuckin' Stupid

How Romantic

Centerpiece

✨ @romana-after-dark ✨

Pushing Buttons

✨ @leoluved ✨

chase and pull

indulge me

old fashioned

✨ @youvebeenlivingfictional ✨

Kinktober Day 9 - Pegging

✨ @ivystoryweaver ✨

Perfect Fit [pt. 1]

Perfect Fit thots

[azure-clockwork]

How Does it Feel to Read Classic Sci-Fi?

Orson Scott Card: Two of the most interesting books you’ll ever read if you’re willing to look past a handful of things. And then you find the planet of Chinese people who worship having debilitating OCD. And the Mormonism. And the fact that the author is wildly homophobic and ought to read his own books.

Robert Heinlein (or at least the Wikipedia Summaries): I guess that’s a neat concept—oh, it’s a sex thing. Um. Gotcha.

Ray Bradbury: Man, I gotta read this thing for class huh. Well here’s hoping it’s good! *three hours later* oh. that’s why he’s famous. this will stick with me forever and I will never look at the phrase ‘soft rain’ the same again. christ. And then repeat 3x.

Isaac Asimov: Wow, this is such an interesting concept! I wonder how the exploration of it will influence the plot! Wait, hey, are you going to add any characters? Any of em? No like, with character traits other than ‘robot psychologist’ and ‘autistic’ and ‘woman’? None of em? No, ‘detective’ isn’t a character trait. Those are all just facts. Aaaand now I’m bored.

Ursula K. Le Guin: Hah, get a load of this guy! He’s never heard of nonbinary people before. Lol, what a riot; how dumb do you have to be to comprehend that these people aren’t men *or* women actually? Oh, wait, what’s happening. Oh shit, it was about society and love and learning to understand each other? And now I’m crying? And perhaps a better human being for it??

Andy Weir: Alright, this guy’s a really good writer. Funny, creative, knows so much engineering stuff…ooh, a new book! …I guess he can’t write women. Well, he wouldn’t be the first sci-fi writer…ooh another new book! And it’s more engineering problem solving and—wow. It’s not just women he can’t write. Please stop letting your characters talk to each other.

Lois Lowry: Oh, I remember this being fun when I was a kid! Wouldn’t it be fucked up to not see color? …upon reread, it would be fucked up to have your humanity stripped away, replaced with a tepid, beige ‘happiness’ for all time. Yeah.

Tamsyn Muir (let me have this ok): Haha, “lesbian necromancers in space” sounds fun. Lemme read this. Oh wow, yeah, this is right up my alley. OH GOD WHAT. NO. FUCK. OH SHIT WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING AND WHY IS IT REFERENCING THE BOOK OF RUTH AND HOMESTUCK BACK TO BACK!!! AHHHHHHHHH!! Now give me more please.

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

“i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.” with Steven Grant

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 887

A/N: Just opened up my askbox for some requests!

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, poorly-edited

The service had been a lovely one. The reception even lovelier. 

The reception is even lovelier. 

Having stepped outside of the venue and into the cooled heat of the summer night for a moment’s rest from the festivities, you feel as if it was all a memory, a misfiring of neurons that made you believe that the day had truly happened. 

You’re tired, tuckered out. The type that only comes from not eating enough and feeling too much. 

Your bones ache, there’s a film of something stuck to your skin and inside your lungs. You’ve spent too much of the day outside, with too many people you’d spend at most an hour with. 

A grating static is littered like chalk dust inside your mind. The more you try to wipe it away the worse it gets. 

A rumble of laughter flows out from the open window, and it goes straight to your head in the worst of ways. 

It’s a horrid combination of too many things that, each one in moderation, would be alright to handle but put together like this are too much at once. 

You’re oversaturated. 

There’s an increase and decrease in noise as the door opens and closes, the bit of a drag on the second step that lets you know that everything is going to be alright, that you no longer need to struggle to keep the cracking mask on. 

“Hiya love,” his voice is warm, like the sun. “Everything alright? Lost each other in there, didn’t we? For a bit.” His arm comes to curl around your waist, he pulls you close to him. 

Everything is alright now. 

Guilt crawls up your throat at the poorly-hidden worry in his voice, “Sorry about that.” He’s wearing the cologne you got him for Valentine’s three years ago. He’s on his second bottle now. “Didn’t mean to run off.” 

“Well you didn’t go very far,” Steven shrugs. The movement against your own body is a redemption in itself. There’s a purr of laughter around his voice, “If anything I’d say it was a piss-poor attempt at running off.” 

You smile and laugh, breathing coming to you a little bit easier now that his body is warming yours up, now that it’s just the two of you again. “Didn’t take you long to find me.” 

He shrugs again. You suppose there isn’t an answer to that anyways, the pull between you and Steven inexplicable, though entirely tangible to the both of you. 

“You feelin’ alright, though, dearie? Somethin’ on your mind?” His free hand presses against your forehead, the side of your face. There’s a dimple between his eyebrows. 

You turn and look up at him, pressing the length of your body into his side. Even the rub of the fabric of his pants against your skin is enough, the truth of his own skin underneath shining through it all like seaglass. 

You know for a fact there’s a dopey grin on your face. Your arms come to circle around his neck like Saturn’s rings, your fingers come to play with the ends of his hair, “Just you.” 

“You wanna go home? Really, I wouldn’t mind, the band was gettin’ a bit on my nerves if I’m being honest,” he turns away for a moment, his voice dropping to a grumbling tone like it always does when he complains. “Don’t know what kinda stick that trumpeter's got up his arse but he’d be doing us all a good favour if he took it out and threw it far, far-.” 

“Steven,” your voice isn’t harsh, a gentle callback to the moment between you two that existed free of any trumpets. “I’m alright now,” you cup his cheek, gaze into the coffee cups of his eyes. He’s more concerned than you initially took it for, his light-hearted teasing a paper-thin veil. “Just needed a breather.” 

“You sure you don’t wanna go? It’ll be much nicer at home, Gus’ll be there n’all.” 

Steven loves live music, despite his complaints. He’s notorious for being the life of the dance floor whenever you two go out, and his eyes are still twinkling, the need to dance still present in his soul like a blossoming tulip. 

“I'm never more at peace than when I’m in your arms…when I’m with you,” you smile, trace the ridges and grooves of his nose, press your thumb into the prominent pockmark on his left cheek, right above his mouth. “Thanks for coming and finding me.” 

“‘Course honey, ‘course,” he swallows, tightens his grip on you a little. “You really wanna stay?” 

You nod, “I think I’ve got an hour or two left in me.”

He doesn’t stray from your side once after that, sweat dampening his forehead as he spins and spins to the music he seemingly hated. In something beyond your soul, his presence is steady and quiet like a rusted anchor.  

Steven’s hand is warm and soothing in yours, his voice hoarse and scratched an hour later, after you’ve said your goodbyes and are heading out. 

Your feet ache a little. For some reason, the nails of your hands are throbbing. Your soul is calm, soothed. 

As always, all you really needed was Steven. 

And Steven always came to you.

Thanks for reading, if you liked it, please consider leaving some feedback! I don't usually respond, but I obsess and re-read reblogs and comments constantly.

Masterlist here, requests here.

[nothwell]

A fresh episode of Right Here Write Queer is out wherever you catch your podcasts!

A character is hurt. A character is comforted. It’s all about vulnerability on today’s episode where we explore one of our favorite tropes: hurt/comfort! (Called “whump” in some circles.) From the cathartic reader experience of seeing beloved characters looked after and cared for to the versatility of a writing tool that enables characters to open up, form new bonds, and show sides of themselves they may have otherwise kept hidden. Plus, our best recommendations for media that does hurt/comfort so right.

Luna Daye (she/her) is the author of The Thoraius Saga and the Fated Fae series. You can connect with her at her website: www.lunadaye.com

Noah Hawthorne @noahhawthorneauthor (he/they), also writing as Aelina Isaacs, is the author of the Adventures in Levena series (beginning with Phantom and Rook) and the stand alone novel The Rebel Foxes. You can connect with him at their website: neshamapublishing.com

Sarah Wallace (they/she) is the author of the Meddle & Mend series (beginning with Letters to Half Moon Street) and co-author of the Fae & Human Relations series (beginning with Breeze Spells and Bridegrooms). You can connect with them at their website: sarahwallacewriter.com

S. O. Callahan (she/her) is the author of the Fella Enchanted duology and co-author of the Fae & Human Relations series (beginning with Breeze Spells and Bridegrooms). You can connect with her on Instagram: @s.o.callahan

Sebastian Nothwell (he/him) is the author of Oak King Holly King, Mr Warren’s Profession, and Fiorenzo. You can connect with him at his website: sebastiannothwell.com

[melodygatesauthor]

Please no spoilers for the film or the books, but I just have to say I’ve been reading the Southern Reach novel series which is what the movie Annihilation is based on and it very quickly has become a favorite trilogy of mine. I don’t read as often as I’d like (mostly because I’m very busy) but this series has fucking CAPTIVATED me.

Not only is it incredibly well written with great prose and an interesting narrative, but the big brain way that Jeff Vandermeer has strung this series together so far is brilliant. Not only do we have the suspense, which was always present in the first novel, but the way the second novel is set up leaves the reader feeling like they’re in on a secret that not everyone in the book knows and it just keeps you on your toes.

It’s so unique and interesting and I can’t put it down. I’ll also mention that it’s a fairly easy read with a reasonably challenging vocabulary and you can probably finish the series within a few days if you read straight through. I can’t recommend it enough, even if you’ve already watched the movie.

[qsmpficsarchive]

The Crow and the Mailman by Isaac_031

Ongoing | Not Rated | 10,760

Getting Together | Fantasy? | Crow

Philza is a beautiful man loved by everyone in the region, but he wants to find someone who will truly love him. One day, he sets a chalenge: the one who can get the golden key from his pet crow and open the door to his house, he will marry.

Certain mailman has already befriended the crow.

——————-

Loving this so far!! Crowza is ready to find love :)

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Sprace

Sprace + Stars ⭐️ 

Sum: spot has a momentary breakdown and Race tries to calm him down.

A/N: I wrote this YEARS ago i apologize for the poor quality 🥲🫶

          Spot Colon was standing looking over the water. The moon was visible over it, a pale white ball against the dark blue sky. He was tired, so, so tired. Of everything and everyone. He heard footsteps behind him and whirled, coming face to chest with racetrack. He let out a breath and looked up at his face. Race looked pensive, staring down at the king of Brooklyn. 

     “Whaddya doin here Racer?” Spot asked  

      “I came ta see ya” the Italian replied. Spot narrowed his eyes. 

      “I did” race said, spot just turned back around. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he moved his own to cover it. Race rested his head on spot’s and inhaled the smell of his boyfriend. He wrapped his free hand around spot’s waist and pulled him close to him. Spot, surprisingly, didn’t protest, in fact he leaned against race. Race’s eyes widened in shock at this, but he remained silent and still.

       “R-racer I’m so tired of alla dis” spot said after a while “dis sneakin, I know we gotta but still, da-“ his voice  broke off. He cleared his throat. Race removed his hand from spots grasp to wrap it around his torso, holding him close.

     “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay spotty” race whispered to him, race sat down, pulling spot with him, the Brooklyn newsie squeaked in protest, but eventually settled between races outstretched legs. Race leaned against the post and hugged spot close to him. 

       “Racer, I’m so done with all dis” Spot whimpered. Race rubbed his arms. Spot let out a choked sob and buried his face in the taller boys chest, race hugged him tightly as he shook with sobs. Spot wrapped his strong arms around race tightly. Spot  wasn’t  even sobbing, it was more of choked inhales and exhales. Race held him as he cried. Spot pressed himself as close as possible to race. 

      “Hey spot, anyone ever told ya constellations before?” Race asked, rubbing spots back. Spot tried to respond but couldn’t get enough breath to muster a word. He just shook his head against race’s chest. Race slowly removed one of his arms fronm the embrace to point At the stars.

      “Well that’s Cassiopeia, da queen who insulted da gods, and off ta the side dere’s andromeda, her daughter. If ya move a bit that way there’s da dippah, follow dat and ya gots the bea-“ race didn’t get to finish as spot spoke up

     “Thanks” he mumbled, looking up. Race grinned at him.  Spot blinked several times in an attempt to vanquish the tears. 

       “C’mon spotty, it’s  alright” race said, Kissing his forehead gently. He wiped off spots face, removing traces of tears in his cheeks and such. Spot turned to face the water again, leaning his head against race’s chest, he had to slouch a bit to do so but he did. Race pointed and spot followed his finger with his eyes.

        “There’s da bear, ovah there ya gots Orion the huntah” race traced stars with his finger. Spot smiled to himself as he leaned  against race. 

He twisted to kiss race’s lips, stopping the chatterbox mid sentence. 

“Mmm” race said, humming happily. Spot laughed slightly.

“Ya knows, i bets if we waited a few years we could get outta here” Race muttered. 

“Mhm” spot affirmed, pulling Race down. Race squawked

I got the idea from this art! (not mine!!)

[soft-girl-musings]

I'm sorry but reader insert stories as a tall gal can be so funny

fic: (Character) towers over you, their eyes boring down into yours

me, 5'10", already having pictured myself looking down: huh

[leyllethecreator]

Writing Tip #2: Sometimes you've just gotta be like Nike

The best cure for writers' block I've found is to keep writing even when you have no inspiration. Push through the garbage, and you'll often find that ideas start coming to you, but if you insist you're uninspired, you will be. This is part of the reason why it's so great to write to prompts. Game-fying the struggle gets you out of your head a bit.

Go for a walk and tell yourself you have to pick one random thing to write about. Open the dictionary, select a word off the page you opened to and try to do something with that. As Isaac Asimov said, sometimes doing something mindless like watching a movie helps.

Basically the more stimuli you surround yourself with, the more likely you are to find inspiration. You can generate that stimuli yourself just by yeeting words onto a page - you 100% can inspire yourself.

And remember that nobody ever said you have to keep the draft. If it's garbage, it's not like you suddenly destroyed your story idea for good - it's been poisoned by one bad draft and is dying of failure-itis.

I'm creating new prompts every week you can check out every Saturday if you're looking for inspo. I also highly suggest watching a show you like or a new show, listening to music or "the dictionary method" if you're ever feeling stumped.

[horizontwinflames]

I would like to thank for all the compliments on my post about Isaac's final concepts and design.

Having an OC and original ideas receiving such support means a lot to a creator, so thank you so much again!

The double override and machine companion concepts are free to use as long as you credit me for the idea. If you do so, I would love to see it. Fan works of the AU itself are also very welcome, btw.

Reminder that tomorrow the fic chapter that introduces Isaac will be posted!

Edit: I'd forgotten to paint his override cables.

[noahhawthorneauthor]

Phantom and Rook, in addition to Matsdotter and Adrastus, is free for the entire month of November in honor of their birthday! The ebooks are free everywhere your favorite books are found, except for Amazon. And when you sign up to my newsletter, you get the novellas for free too.

Adventures in Levena is a cozy urban fantasy series following a group of friends as they figure out life, fall in love, and heal from their past. The first book in the series is Phantom and Rook.

Phantom and Rook cover by @crossroadart-seabear

Matsdotter and Adrastus cover by @foxglovefaun