#back to writingggggg

[prince-liest]

Pictured: My psych preceptor is fucking GOATed.

I hold a deep and unabating appreciation for all the younger docs that remember what it was like to match in 4th year and still have two months of medical school left that feel completely pointless, and then do things like this. It's especially lovely because I'm visiting family this week!

[sappymix1]

i need to get normaler anyway do you think people are trying to come up with cryptic signs to communicate to me secret messages that they actually hate me

[midwestvalleygirl-moved]

WAT the hell.... necrophilia warriors we have to make a comeback

i'm so glad to be back i missed you guys so much . what lawlight necrophilia talk did i miss

[creepyboyoutsideurwinder]

Let me know what yall think ab this im getting back into writingggggg aegon is a bit out of character ill admit im working on it hes not my fav

Aegon Targaryen x reader

Aegon was enamored with you from the moment he saw you. He was four and ten when you and your father had arrived at kings landing.

He sat with Ned and Leon drinking wine and talking about some girl he couldn’t even remember who was. He heard someone be announced, he didn’t care. He couldn’t care who was here or what they wanted. He had only glanced over because Ned had prodded him with his elbow. “look at that one hoooo” Ned whistled quietly and gestured towards you. He continued to say something else. Aegon didn’t listen. Ned’s voice had turned to annoying buzzing in his ears. Obviously you had heard Ned’s voice though. Aegons jaw nearly dropped as your head quickly turned towards them. You were beautiful, more beautiful than any girl he’d ever seen. Your eyes met his and he couldn’t look away. All you had done was pause and glare at him and his vulgar friend. But he was mesmerized. He watched you walk away after a sharp word from your father. Your didn’t spare him a second glance as you turned back and continued to follow your father. Your hair was long and unbraided down your back covering where your dress slipped down your shoulders. It almost reached the back of your knees. Freckles dusted the tops of your shoulders and cheeks and who knows where else. God he wanted to know where else. He turned to Ned after noticing the prolonged staring coming from his right. Ned was looking at him stifling a laugh. “Shut up” he scoffed at him but found himself smiling anyways. “Who was that” he thought to himself. He decided to go find out, surely his mother knows.

You grumbled angrily behind your father as you walked to the throne room, “I don’t know why I had to come.” The silver boys stare had given you goosebumps. You didn’t have to be magical to tell what he was thinking. Something disgusting of course. Father sighed just as angrily, “because what good is a marriage proposal if the king doesn’t know what the proposal looks like?”You scowled but stayed silent. You didn’t want to marry anyone. You had seen how husbands treated their wives. Like they were property, like they didn’t matter, like father had treated mother. That silver haired boy was the prince you concluded finally. You gulped nervously, remembering the hunger in his eyes when he looked at you. You hoped your father had meant another silver haired heir to the iron throne was to be your husband. Before you had a chance to sulk anymore you were entering the throne room. You plastered a smile on your face and clasped your hands together behind your back as you approached the king. He was not what you expected. He looked tired as if he had not slept in days. He slouched upon the iron throne. The queen however was young and beautiful with dark red ringlets of hair framing her heart shaped face. You looked between the two wondering if she had felt the way you did now about marrying the king.

“Lord Barthos and Lady ___”

Your father bowed his head, you quickly tore your eyes from them and curtsied. You reminded yourself that no matter the affliction it was rude to stare especially at the king. You cursed yourself for your blatant stupidity. Your father quickly made his proposal, the marriage of his oldest daughter to the kings eldest son. The king admitted his plans to wed Aegon to his sister Helaena. Your father bristled and began to retort. The queen quickly interrupted him, “We shouldn’t be discussing this in front of the girl especially how you are. Come ____.” You looked up at your father and his clenched fist and swiftly decided to go with her. Not that you really had a choice. She held out her hand to you. For just a split second you thought of not taking it of sticking up your nose and walsing away from all this from all of them. You grasped her hand anyways. She smiled softly and began to chatter in the way that women do. You politely smiled and nodded but just wished to be anywhere else.

Aegon approached the throne room have finally lost Ned and Leon. Didn’t loose his cup though. Just as he reached the corridor the door opened. As his mother walked out he went to call out to her, then he saw you. He smiled and walked to meet you. “Hello mother who’s this?” He asked her though his eyes never left you. His mother introduced you to him and he to you. You smiled, a thin line, curtsied and spoke with a forced softness “Nice to meet you my prince.” His mother continued saying that they were going to the gardens while the king and your father finished their discussion. “Whatever is their discussion about?” He asked. His mother quickly brushed off the question and you had little to no response to it. He rolled his eyes at the both of you annoyed to be kept out of the loop. Especially about something he had a feeling had to do with him. He’d find out soon.

You had been sitting with the queen in the gardens for nearly a hour when your father approached the two of you. You had been thinking about the prince, Aegon. You didn’t know what to think about him. Sure he hadn’t done anything to you yet but he would. Wouldn’t he? Your father’s approach broke you out of your daze. He apologized to the queen for any trouble you and him might have caused. You turned away and rolled your eyes subconsciously blocking out their voices. You didn’t care to listen to what was said after that. Until your father beckoned you, “You’ll be staying here for a while.” A brief moment of silence followed. You stared at him in dismay. Your eyebrows involuntarily scrunched as you began to argue. A quick glance from him told you to be quiet or else. Your argument died on tongue as you pursed your lips. “King Viserys will consider the proposal,on the basis condition that you live here in kings landing as one of his queens lady’s in waiting for a while.” You about dropped to your knees and started sobbing then. The queen nor the King had been rude or cruel that you had seen but you didn’t know these people and they didn’t know you. They didn’t know you had no taste for wine or chittering about boys or clothes. That you had no interest in becoming a lady or marrying the prince. You wanted to be a dragon rider you wanted to fly you wanted to soar and be free. You just want to be free.

Although after a couple of days staying in kings landing you had decided you loved it here. Though you didn’t love the reason you were here, the city was large and majestic. You often sat on your balcony alone enjoying the view of the city and sky. Aegon joined you this time. You hadn’t heard the knock, if he even did knock before entering your room. You hadn’t seen much of him the last few days. The queen Alicent kept you close to her for the most part, often dismissing Aegon when he did venture near you. You were inwardly grateful you couldn’t stand in front of him for long when he stared at you like he was going to do anything to get to you. All of the sudden he was just there beside you. The only way you could describe him now was terrifyingly beautiful. Something about him made you uneasy but something else made you weak. Even though you had been throughly trained to be a loyal lap dog and he was the prince you might one day marry you bristled at his entry. “Pardon me but I wasn’t accepting visitors.” Hopefully they won’t have me beat for that. He looked down at you not seeming bothered by your hostility. He even chuckled “Of course not you’ve been avoiding me since you arrived, hiding beneath my mother’s skirt” You don’t know what to say. He’s not wrong. You have been avoiding him. But on the other hand you were supposed to stay with his mother what were you to do? Go seek him out and do what? “I understand why.” You looked up at him making eye contact for the first time in days, “You don’t know me at all how could you understand me?” He leaned closer to you too close, inches away from your face. The tension made a blush spread across your cheeks. You wanted to look away. His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes and back again. You quickly backed away trying to escape his stare. You looked at him pointedly opting him to continue speaking. You weren’t going to fall for this. He sighed “You don’t want to marry me obviously. You just want the power that comes with me.” You raised a brow and boldly laughed “What power is that? Being queen? Being made to parade around the castle and make heir after heir? I just- I want to choose what I do for once in my life.” He looked at you and it felt like he’d actually seen you not just your face, “I don’t have the power to make you free now but I will.” Your eyes widened as you gaped at him. “What did he say?” “If you do marry me and I become king you can do as you please, go wherever you wish.” “Do not promise things you cannot will to pass.” You spoke softly and with a frown. “Dont get your hopes up.” “Even if I did want to.. your father- the king he said that he planned to wed-“ he closed the distance between you and grabbed your hands in his interrupting you. He looked into your eyes with a sadness of his own “I am to be the king..whether I want it or not. The least they can do is let me have you as my wife. If- that is uhm you would marry me willingly uh preferably?”

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Ayyyy i'm back with writingggggg

This is gonna be short and citrus centric (ish????)

Also, I apologize to Echo fans in advance; I feel like I butchered him 😔

Day 1: Ocean | Pining | Wind

Warning(s): mentioned abandonment

Zane loved the wind.

It was always there for him. It whistled through the holes of his father’s prison. The breeze sang for him and kept him company when his father was busy, which was most times.

The wind listened to him, too. Or, at least, he liked to think so. He’d tell gusts of wind about his day. Father told Zane it was a bit strange, but Zane didn’t think so.

Echo loved the wind.

After his father left, it was the only thing he had. Besides Tai-D, of course! And, of course, Zane — the original, his brother — and his friends too, but they left.

And, now, Echo was alone.

Mr. E loved the wind.

It accompanied him through the alleyways and fire escapes and rooftops. It raced alongside him on his motorcycle, and rushed through his fans on hot days.

Mr. F loved the wind.

The gales danced through the intricate maze of corridors as Mr. F marched down each one. It whistled past the ominous floating temple, and sang an eerie song of Ninjago’s doom.

Maybe, one day, the wind would love him back.

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@ataraxixx

[osarina]

PLS CARINA HOW DO U SERVE EVERY TIME W UR BANNERS N WRITINGGGGGG i read death by a thousand cuts while listening to goddess by laufey NEVER AGAIN LMFAOOOOO BUT IT WAS SO GOOD N UR BANNERS ????? BEAUTIFUL IM SO JEALOUS OF HOW GOOD THEY ARE /POS !!!! also i saw ur lil hiatus thingy n even tho it lasted for a day (real lmfao i cant keep my hands off this app) i hope ur ok :<<< take lotsa time n take care of urself !!!!!!!!

REDDDDDDD KDFJASDFHSUD PLEASE I ADORE YOU IM BLUSHING SO HARD

IM GLAD U LIKED THE FIC kjdfhasuidfhsudf idk what compelled me to to angst w/o happy ending because usually i like at least putting the implications of a happy ending but i was just giggling like !! lets just make them both miserable !!! BUT technically its part of the whole pm reader universe so - they will have their happy ending!! trust!!

PLSSSSS i was so certain like!! im going to log out and step away, i need to clear my head!! and then like 24 hours later i was back and tapping away HAHAHAHH how embarassing i know ppl reading it were like "wow this bitch is back already!! thought she was going offline for a bit!!" JKJK HAHAHH

i hope you've been doing well!! i've been in a very hahahhhh back and forth mental state with the end of the sem and finals coming up so i'm hanging on, if only barely LOLLL i blame that on my meltdown, hiatus announcement and then immediate return HAHAH

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

✨ twenty questions for fic writers ✨

Thank you for tagging me @whatsnewalycat 💞

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

219

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

655,428

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently (almost) every character of Pedro Pascal. But I used to write for Loki, all of Keanu Reeves Characters, all of Henry Cavill's characters, Daredevil, The Punisher, The Batman, Sandman, House of the dragon....

4. Top five fics by kudos

Patience (Bruce Wayne)

Equals (Din Djarin)

His Favorit (Daemon Targaryen)

The safest place in the world (Daemon Targaryen)

My Girl (Din Djarin)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes. Even more so since I can answer comments on Tumblr from this account instead of my main account.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Unfaithful (though I can not remember a really angsty ending tbh)

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

I think "Time"

8. Do you get hate on fics?

occasionally

9. Do you write smut?

Yupppp

10. Craziest crossover?

The Punisher x The last of us?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had some requests to translate them but I don't feel comfortable with it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Back in the day (like.... 84 years ago) I started out only co writing with a friend of mine I have no contact with anymore for the Vampire Diaries. But the closest I came to co writing anything in the last years was Dieter and his therapist. with @chaoticgeminate 💞 Though I would love to work on a Christmas fic with someone. Anyone. TEXT ME

14. All time favorite ship?

Joel Miller x sleep 💜

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Right now I wanna say every single one of my WiPs though the one I most likely will never finish is Nirvana.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Good question. I like to think my dialogues are good. Otherwise no clue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

freaking out about random English words. freaking out about where all the limbs go while writing smut. writing smut. writingggggg

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm German so all my dialogue is another language. LOL

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The Vampire Diaries or Supernatural. I am not sure anymore LOL

20. Favorite fic you've written?

One blink

No pressure tags: @the-scandalorian @undercoverpena @lavendertales @whiskeynwriting @gasolinerainbowpuddles @littlemisspascal @psychedelic-ink

[gamerbearmira]

Can we get more art/story for the FMAB au

Ok so I accidentally go an ask for this but. I lost it 💀 BUT I DO HAVE SOME WRITINGGGGGG RAHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

Isabela giving Mirabel the limbs. I wanted to make it longer but. I didn't want to gamble on about it.

Lea get it

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Isabela looked down at Mirabel, who was asleep. After the incident before, the 8-year-old attempted alchemy. She had tried to prove herself, again. And it resulted in her being this way. She had more than likely missed something in the book she was reading. Much like the miracle, nothing was free. Everything required a price. And in Mirabel's case?

It was her arm and leg.

Both were taken. Mirabel had attempted alchemy, something from her father's books. But you can't bring back what's already dead. And upon chasing after Dolores who was sprinting back to Casita, the family found the girl on the ground, screaming. And her arm and leg were gone and she was laying in her pool of blood. Vanished. Nowhere in the house or the Encanto. Just gone.

Everyone started freaking out and thankfully their mamá's food was able to heal her but...she wouldn't get her limbs back. They were gone now, meaning she couldn't really walk, though thankfully it wasn't her dominant arm that was taken. Not that her arm being taken at all was a good thing.

Isabela brushed her sister's hair out of her face, tears brimming her eyes. She didn't want this. She didn't want her sister to live like this. The fact that the girl thought that she needed to prove herself was terrible. But now she was missing entire parts of her body. Isabela summoned a vine, looking at it. She wondered if...could make her limbs, right? Her vines somewhat acted as limbs or extensions of herself so maybe...

Isabela carefully sat on the bed, lifting the stub that was Mirabel's leg. Tears flooded her eyes again, but she quickly wiped them away, determined to give her sister a chance to live a somewhat normal life. Summoning all of her power, she began to wrap the vines around Mirabel's stump. They dug into her skin, and the sleeping girl winced, stirring, but not waking. Isabela made sure that the makeshift limb was as close to her other good leg as possible, molding it so it was almost an exact copy, just flipped around. She could even still wear her favorite pink shoes if things went right. After a few minutes, she finished, examining her work.

It didn't look half bad.

It was still green, of course, but nothing a few nice flowers and plants couldn't fix. She carefully set the leg down, and Mirabel shifted once more, and Isabela smiled as the leg seem to respond to her, bending slightly. She quickly moved to her arm, repeating the process to that it was a mirror of her good arm. It didn't seem to move at first, but Mirabel moved it and it did seem to react to her body.

Isabela was beaming once she was done, colorful flowers sprouting about. It wasn't perfect, but she could refine it later. Once Mirabel woke, she would probably be surprised, maybe scared, but Isabela would help her through it. She'd do anything to make sure her hermanita was ok. Pressing a kiss on her sister's forehead, she quietly left the nursery, still smiling widely as she giddily moved downstairs to tell her family of the new limbs she had grown for her dear little sister.

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SO WHAT DO WE THINK....It's kinda trash, I know but like. I haven't fully watched or read FMAB so a lot of y source material is from Google 😭

BUT I HOPED YOU LIKED IT ANYWAYYYY <333 I do think this au is really cool <33

The Madrigals walking into Casita to see Mirabel with a missing arm and leg and sentiments of Pedro surrounding her

[pandalilysbox]

all about the vibes fr, and getting back into writing after so long

omg writingggggg I haven’t done that in so fucking long 😭 the development process is a bitch lmfao but how’s it going for u????

[sapphicaffeine]

I got distracted for a few days and now it's time to get back to writingggggg those fics aren't gonna write themselves

[homestylehughes]

hiiiiiii!!!! sorry i was super inactive this weekend! i moved back home from college, and ive been spending time with family but today we are WRITINGGGGGG. so things are coming soooonnnnnnnnnnnn.

feel free to send any requests or literally anything lol

okay bye <3

[manifestmerlin]

ORGHHHHHHHH I am basically done with finalsssss so i can get back to my fuckingggg writingggggg

[todorokichills]

Diluc with a healer S/O!

(A/n: This hc idea was from @withmarss ‘diluc with a healer s/o’, so I'm editing this note to give credit. I recommend you read their writing!)

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Diluc was lazily dragging his feet against the stone roads to make it to your place.

He had just finished his dark night hero duties and had gotten beaten up pretty bad.

Finally, reaching your place he knocked on your door.

It was about 3 A.M. In the morning, so you were kinda frightened at the sudden visit.

You groggily got up out of bed, wondering who the hell just woke you up this late at night.

Ready to tell off the person who came to your house so late at night, you swung the door open with a grumpy expression, only for it to fade seeing Diluc in his beat upstate.

“D-Diluc? What happened?”, your eyebrows furrowed with concern, and for some reason, guilt swelling inside of you.

You hadn't been aware of his secret identity as the Dark night hero, you had no idea. You two talked about it once but it was just a short share of opinions on this mysterious person.

“I- can we talk inside?”,

“Uhm, s-sure, come inside I'll get my supplies”

You helped Diluc inside and sat him down on your couch and rushed to get your medical supplies.

Acquiring them, you sat down next to Diluc, who's injured sight made your stomach twist in all sorts of ways.

“So, wanna tell me what happened?” you said as you unpacked your things.

“I'm sorry for not telling you this, but I'm-” Diluc paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself and cleared his throat,

“I'm the dark night hero.”.

You froze, trying to process what he just said,

“What? So is that how you got injured?”

Hesitantly, Diluc nods,

“There were more enemies than I had expected. One snuck up behind me and- well, this happened.” Diluc pointed to himself.

“And why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't want to involve you in all this, I thought it would be to dangerous-”,

“Diluc, I have a vision, you don't need to worry about me.”

Your expression softened into a small caring smile.

“I know, sorry.”

“No need to apologize silly!” you giggled, “Just make sure to tell me about these types of things, okay?”.

Diluc hummed in agreement, staring at you who was finishing up with healing the wounds on his arm.

You looked so beautiful, and he felt like he could stare forever.

“I can feel you staring at me.” You scoffed, looking up at him.

“How can I not? You look adorable when focused- ow!”

You had nudged him on the arm,

“Don't think charming me will make me forgive you.”

Diluc was confused,

“Forgive me for what?”

“For hurting yourself, and not telling me.” you huffed.

Diluc smiled, a smile full of adoring. He never really questioned why he felt happy when things like this happened. Like the one time where he almost dropped a drink and it almost landed on his foot; you were livid and scolded him about him hurting himself.

Or when you and him were fighting, and he fought a bunch of hilichurls and one snuck up on him and walked him. It was just a hit on the head, but you freaked out and thought he cracked his head open.

Diluc was so caught up in his train of thought when he heard a thump and a familiar weight on his chest.

You had finished patching him up and was now leaned on his chest. He gently rubbed your back with a small smile.

“Do you need to go back to the manor?”

“Nah, I think I'll sleep over tonight”

“Good, I deserve it for being woken up so late at night”

Diluc chuckled, he leaned back on the couch, also bringing you down as he hugged your torso.

He then muttered “Im so lucky I have you, y/n.”

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Bad writing bad writing bad. Writingggggg.

I didn't think this was my best, but I felt like posting something so here you go.

DAILY MEME TIME

[hiddendreamer67]

for the ask meme: L, I, M, E :)

You think you’re so funny, don’t you ;) I love it

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

None, whoops! Or I guess one because I do give it a read-over.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Yeah it’s called gt lol. Also playing around with mystical creatures; what can I say? I am indeed a sucker for stereotypical vampire fics. 

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Oh frick what was the idea I had yesterday again...? Oh yeah! Prinxiety roommates who bicker and then Roman’s like “fine just stop taking ____” and Virgil goes “wait what? I haven’t touched _____” and then borrowers. 

The other idea is I have an amazing like 100k soulmate AU story but uuuuugh that’s so much writingggggg. :/ Slow burn is so infuriating and this is like ultimate slow burn, which means I can’t just post and update all the time I gotta PLAN it grrr and LAMP is by far the hardest slow burn to keep track. I think I finally have an execution plan, which is called “write the whole thing from Roman’s POV because then we only need to keep track of one perspective.” 

...or I guess mostly Roman’s POV, since maybe it would have to split off? Idk. Also other issue being putting effort into a fic that others aren’t interested in. Hey anybody interested in a Roman-centric slow burn 100k romantic LAMP fic? (also probs not actually 100k because ya girl has no patience)

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

@delimeful BOI YOU FORGOT TO INSERT A FIC XD

[kingtoyourwarlock]

fuck yeaAHHH i finally finished the fucking essay i needed to do before tomorrow, so now i can go back to fic writingggggg

[alittlesimp]

reqqqqqq im back from work 😈 time for smut writingggggg 😈 i may or may not have two kunikida requests in there...

but i mean, if youre calm i might as well just leave them right?

Strawbebby 😌💕, soapy 🥺💕 and a lil' bit of lemon 🤭/pos (Ango)

youd kiss me PLATONICALLY? :(

*hides last nights messages in horknee-jail about kajii* WDYM WEIRD TASTE 😳

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